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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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impossible to reach • heimdall, plot.

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― pairing: heimdall x greek goddess!reader

― summary: being both daughter of zeus and sister of kratos bring unbelievable events with them, but even them wasn't as astonishing as falling for heimdall, the son of odin who saw you as his second wife. ragnarok is at the door, odin is ready to manipulate you, kratos is there to fight for you and atreus is being a normal teenager who gets trouble. and you – you just see only him, god of foresight. what could be worse?

― wc: 1.4k

― warnings & tags [for the chapter]: events takes place before atreus visit asgard for the first time [but he will visit it because of keeping up with the events of the game which will be differ in some parts for this mini series], reader is a little trickster, heimdall is dummy [so much], manipulating, pet names/nicknames, arranged marriage in the next part of the story, getting to the story slowly, just a plot not a chapter but get the idea. that’s all for now, we will see how things will turn out in next chapters. [an early warning!: the story/mini series will have mature scenes & contents [+18 in other words] in further chapters, so, I do not recommend minors to read even these innocent chapters. thank u.]

requested from an anon: An heimdall x reader where the reader is a greek goddess, the daughter of Zeus and came to Norway with her brother Kratos. When ragnarok comes she gets Odins attention and he wants to take her as a second wife but it’s heimdall she grows feelings for when she gets taken to Asgard by Odin. [the request is too good not to right. I am currently writing a heimdall x reader mini series but this one is worth to take a shot too and to fulfill anon’s wish and my own liking on the story, I will make 3 or 4 (maybe more if u want) chapters. so, stay focused, the journey begins.] [+ special thanks to anon for this amazing prompt. I hope you will like it! & u (readers) too. ^^]

*gif is mine, ehe*

all realms had their own beauty, something that made them unique in some ways; helheim for its cold that even pierce odin’s skin as they said, alfheim for its magnificent elves, jotunheim for its now no longer seen giants. and asgard, the home of aesir people, ruled by odin’s himself and the realm you went to prevent atreus’ unwanted visit to the realm, protecting the child from kratos, your brother’s, rage and odin’s manipulation.

even if the purpose of your visit was to say odin how he should stop playing with atreus’ mind, you were the one who he decided to play with; giving you so many promises, seeing how powerful you are, and trying to enter the inner circle of your mind. odin was a god of not only magic but also wisdom. freya always told you how odin, her ex husband who she hated most in entire realms, was always seeking for new knowledge. he wanted to gain power from knowledge, from wisdom. and he was good at it. his knowledge on reading people, judging them helped him to manipulate them better.

you were one of them. but only to his eyes.

no, you are not stupid. you are not like your brother who just takes action with rage he feels, not giving a damn thing about the consequences. you respected him, you always did and will but this wasn’t who you were. having same blood with kratos because of being zeus’ children you always found safety on his wings but thanks to the way he taught you to survive, you could easily go out from his wings, surviving on your own. you both had a deep bond unlike other children of zeus who betrayed both of of you, making your bond’s force increase.

all of these made you to come to a conclusion on how defeat odin if it become necessary; giving him a tricky behavior like you were ready to manipulate by him, entirely, like you had no brain at all to prevent his tricks. being aunt of atreus, there was a sensitive side in your heart for him. you were like a big sister for him or a mother figure, especially losing faye. you stayed beside atreus from beginning to now, to future as you wish, and you would not let anyone to hurt the boy.

so, here you were, standing in front of odin while he was talking to his royal soldiers; valkyries. as their wings stayed the same, their eyes moved from odin to you; clearly judging you. you were their enemy, and they were yours. no one could deny it but you had to act, you had to gain their trust. you didn’t like lying, you didn’t see it as a way to live your life but for the sake of your brother kratos and atreus, also mimir, freya, brok and sindri who were your friends – maybe more than that, you had to endure all of this. you had to act even if wasn’t in your personality.

“y/n,” odin said with a happy tone, pointing valkyries you with a smile, “she will be here as long as she wants.”

you smiled to them, giving a look like you were a friend who was happy being in here.

“I’m glad to here that, all father.” you said to odin.

then, slowly, valkyries left the area, leaving you and odin alone. you didn’t like them but now you really wished them to stay a bit longer. however, you knew how odin need space to play his tricks on you, so, you waited for him to speak but something stopped him to get closer to your body – something who was behind your body.

as odin made his way to behind your back, you turned around to see where he was going.

turning around, you saw him. heimdall – mimir’s voice echoed in your head. to get know your most dangerous enemy in asgard, you asked mimir to give you appearance of odin’s royal son, lord heimdall to aesir people, lapdog to mimir, and enemy to kratos. no, you didn’t see him as an enemy of yours – he was just your brother’s enemy. you needed to spend some time with him to get his real intentions on this whole ragnarok thing. so, as mimir described him, you thought how yo give first impression. you decided to feel the moment to make a decision about it.

he was exactly how mimir described; purple glowing eyes, a gold hair that braided, a white and gold colored armor, and a sword staying on his belt that he uses very well. mimir said how he looked others from above who wasn’t odin, his all father. the entire realms’ people in other words. you wondered why he loved his father so much because you never had a love to your father, zeus, in your soul or heart. this was the first thing you wanted to get know about him.

“heimdall,” odin smiled, “come, let me introduce you this beautiful lady over here,” he pointed to you while touching his son shoulder. the way heimdall looked at you was just opposite of odin’s look. odin had an positive and happy expression while heimdall had only confused one. “she is here to visit me and asgard personally. but as you know I have lots of work to do. so, I want you to take a walk with her, giving a tour to her in other words.” he turned to stunned heimdall, not noticing his odd behavior at all, “I trust you.” he said in a low tone but not too low enough. you were hearing it too. “do not make me regret.” a warning – a warning how heimdall should act as a well-behaved son, giving you a good tour in the realm.

heimdall tried to say, “but all fathe –“ but odin was already gone after giving you a little smile.

everything around you – around the realm seemed to fall silent, not even the sound of wind, or a raven of all father traveling around it.

being a such a silent situation, you tried to start a conversation, feeling odd feelings that caused goosebumps. “you are heimdall,” you smiled to him, “right?”

his eyes traveled on your body from head to toe, judging you clearly.

“and who you would be?”

“y/n,” you kept a little smile, ready to get serious if this it what he wants, “as odin said.”

“y/n?” he questioned, thinking a little harder to get your name better. he looked like he was trying to remember how your name sounded familiar. then, the reality hit him. “sister of kratos? enemy of all father?”

you shook your head in a negative way, not wanting him to get you as an enemy. no – you needed him to acknowledge you as a friend. “nobody is anybody's enemy.” what a lie. “I am here with good intentions.”

he seemed angry, “I can not tell.” he took a few steps to you, closing the gap. as his arms stayed on his chest, unified. “what makes you so special?”

you were confused. what he was talking about?

he took some steps forward, again, getting closer with each step. pointing you with his right hand while other one stayed same, on his chest, “what magic you use on me sweetheart? how I can not enter that pity head of yours –“

“I get why they hated you that much.” you said, cutting his speech suddenly. “always thinking about yourself except all father, isn’t that right?” you smirked, “sweetheart –“

“oh, no, no. you can’t escape like that.” he made a circle around you while your eyes followed his every move, “tell me your secret witchy witchy.”

you shrugged, “make me.”

challenging him wasn’t something serious but from the look on his face, clearly in pure shock like you said dumbest thing in entire universe, you gave your best not to laugh.

as he was about to say something more, you stopped him with your hand, “look, heimdall. I just want to travel the realm ‘till odin come back. and I will do it with or without you. so, the choice is yours;” you began to walk to other direction of his way, “come with me and find out why you can not read me, or stay here and wait for odin to come with a disappointment look on his face.”

waiting for some moment, he began to follow you, right behind of your back. in that moment you didn’t know two things; one, how a long journey in asgard has began, and two, how heimdall would be beauty of it. as you believed and saw; all realms had their own beauty, something that made them unique in some ways. for asgard, the beauty was heimdall. son of odin who you will fall into.

to be continued.

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madelynraemunson · 4 days

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CASUAL part 2

see part one here.

modern!incel!asshole! eddie x fem!reader

It’s 7 in the morning. Eddie is seen doom-pacing in the halls of Hawkins High.

a/n: i promised y’all part 2 so here ya go. let’s make him pay. 💋 also shout out to @love-anonymous-writer for bringing this universe to life. a little angst here and there is good for the soul <3

who got the last laugh?

[WC: 1.1k words]

“Please respond…please respond…please respond…”

The soles of Eddie’s shoes slam against the tiles of Hawkins High as he rushes to your locker. Meanwhile his entire soul has left his body.

You didn’t answer any of his phone calls. All the texts he sent you were left on read. Having been so accustomed to your instant replies, Eddie essentially catapulted himself into a full-blown panic last night when he saw the ominous text you sent him...and the nothingness from you that followed soon after.

The crickets of Forrest Hills that taunted his eardrums later that night served as a vengeful metaphor of the brick wall you built between you and him. The girl who once gave him everything has now started giving him nothing. You’re nowhere, but everywhere. It’s like you’ve become a ghost.

When he sees you, color drains from Eddie’s guilty face. You look so beautiful today, hair curled down to the small of your back, a nice simple dress and some slippers, with makeup ever so gracefully applied. A class act, even when plagued with the utmost disrespect.

“Hi," he says to you as he approaches.

“Hi.”

As far as Munson knows, he no longer exists to you. He's a shadow now, a carapace of a boy you used to love 'cuz now — after hearing what you heard in his trailer — you know he's not the same boy that made you feel all the butterflies. That boy is long gone. You even start to wonder if that version of Eddie even existed.

“C-can we talk, please?” he requests.

“What’s to talk about?” you challenge him, stoically. “Don’t wanna annoy you with my rambling.”

“You never annoy me…” he attempts as you mindlessly comb through your locker for your homeroom notebook.

“Mm.”

You were casual about it. Too casual about it.

“You… uh…” he clears his throat. “You made me cookies yesterday?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I was at your door for quite a while so you must’ve been busy. Cookies were taken care of though.”

“I see…” Eddie mutters as the pieces all start coming together.

He thinks about how he always leaves his windows cracked open. His uncle would whoop his ass if he hot-boxed the trailer again, so it became a habit. But the trailer park is small, and on certain afternoon, if someone from a nearby unit had dropped a pin, Eddie would hear it. Suddenly, fear arises in him.

Surely, you didn't hear everything he and The Boys™️ said. He had his headphones on and he couldn't have possibly been that loud, could he? Unless technology failed him again.

The warning bell sounds throughout the halls and you excuse yourself from the narrative. Eddie tags after you like a lost puppy, nearly tripping on his shoelaces along the way.

"W-wait!"

The first class of the morning is homeroom. A class you unfortunately shared with Eddie, Grant, and Harmony.

You didn't want to see any of their faces. Eddie's face would serve as a reminder of how fake and construed the fucker is. Grant's would remind you of how insignificant you were to the guys (despite how welcomed they made you feel at the start). And Harmony. Harmony's beautiful face — with a body far too developed for a girl in her grade to match — would only remind you of the fact that the girl didn't inherently do anything to you... other than be beautiful and get caught in the crossfire of horny, greasy teenage boys.

It’s a fucking mess.

You swallow hard and keep your chin up regardless. Because what other choice do you have? You either feign your confidence or let irrelevant boys crush it.

You continue strutting over to your seat as Eddie trails behind at a measurable distance. Along the way, you inevitably run into the Junior Queen of Hawkins High herself, Harmony Heathers.

Harmony issues you a sweet smile. You smile back at her in return. And you didn't even need to turn your back to know that Eddie most likely did a double-take when sliding past her.

The late bell rings, indicating the start of class.

“Okay,” your homeroom teacher Mrs. Helleck exhales as she clasps her hands together. “Good morning everybody. For Red Ribbon Week this week, we’re gonna be doing a group project. Worth 20-percent of your grade.”

The class erupts in agonistic groans while Mrs. Helleck attempts to calm them down. You feel Eddie’s gaze burn into you, indicative to the fact that he was looking forward to using you again like he always seems to do. This time around it would be for a grade instead of a two-pump fuck. But you had something else in mind.

“You will be doing a presentation,” Helleck continues. “With a partner of your choice. Your job is to create a slogan along with a list of reasons why you should stay away from drugs.”

“Drugs Instead of Hugs,” Grant mutters to Eddie.

The general vicinity collectively praises his lukewarm wannabe 4-Chan edged joke.

You roll your eyes while your poor homeroom teacher tries to proceed with her instructions, despite the immature snickers.

“You will be presenting with your partner on Friday. Do not wait until last minute to do this assignment please. Deadlines catch up to you fast.”

Mrs. Helleck makes her way over to you.

Like Dungeons and Dragons, everyone in the class is assigned a “classroom role”. You’re the leader of the pack, the ‘foreman’, to which you never understood because up until today you never had the confidence to call the shots. The alphabet has never been on your side anyways.

“Now dear,” your teacher smiles down at you. “Since your last name starts with an A, you get first choice. Who would you like to work with?”

Eddie’s gaze is extra fixated on you now. It gives you a greater deal of satisfaction than tossing those cookies ever did. It was you who had the reigns now, instead of those woman-patronizing incels.

You start to smile connivingly, to which the guys start to gulp over. You can tell they’re putting two and two together, their two brain cells collectively working over time to discover that you had a delicious upper-cut up your sleeve.

It’s the very least they can do. If they wanted to taint your name to smithereens in your absence, you’re sure as hell going to give them something else to lose their minds about in Math 3.

And when all eyes are fixated on you, you tilt your chin up to project your voice. You want to make sure everyone, especially Grant and Eddie, hear you loud and clear when you sinisterly announce,

“I pick Harmony.”

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zepskies · 17 days

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Hello.

So, I heard your asks were open, and wanted to drop in for one request myself - this one's for Soldier Boy.

In the same BMD background, what if there had been a mishap in one of the cases and the Reader happens to lose her memories in temporary amnesia. Ben finds out, and is her emergency contact. He takes her home, takes care of her, tries to jog her memory. And just when he's about to lose hope that she'll never remember him again, she does - and he expresses his relief?

If it's not too much trouble, I would also love if it were from his POV.

Anyways, totally up to you for taking this challenge - thanks for hearing this out.

Have a good day! 🙃

Hey there, lovely!

So I know you requested this several months ago, and we talked about it privately. The second I saw this request I was hooked. However, I knew that it had to be more than a one-shot, and it was going to take some research to do this prompt justice.

I reached out to my friend @deans-spinster-witch with a few medical questions, and she gave me some great info and guidance on my research. Now I'm happy to announce that this story will be a Break Me Down mini series, which I'll release after Calculated Risks.

So likely in beginning of May.

This will be slightly different from the original prompt, but will have many of those elements you requested. And we'll be going back in time! This one will be set shortly after Love Actually.

(Also, I'm by no means a graphic designer, so perhaps I got a little too bold with Canva on this one. 🤣)

Wake Me Up

Summary: A few weeks after you and Ben celebrate your first Christmas together, he is returning from another mission with the Supe Affairs team. When he discovers that you’ve been taken, he’ll do whatever it takes to find you. And then, to help you heal.

Masterlist coming soon...

#ask me stuff #reader request #Wake Me Up #coming in May!#BMD-verse #mini series #break me down #reader appreciation #soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy/ben #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x female reader #the boys #zepskies answers

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alienssstufff · 8 months

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Can I have some impdubs in this trying time?

using this as excuse to talk abt my au again >w<

the fellas during the childhood years of the Last Life Apocalypse au ie the 3rd Life arc of the timeline. 3L in this au takes place round primary school and that season is instead one giant game of pretend (after 3-pretend-lives are gone you CANNOT play the game anymore). this the part where Impulse gives Bdubs a watch and asks to be his pretend-secret-girlfriend... -w- and ever since then Impulse kept this crush all the way through to current day in the Last Life Apocalypse

#ask stufff #stufffsart #last life apocalypse au #bdubs #impulsesv #impdubs #last life smp #3rd life smp #trafficblr #life series #NOTE- i dont do requests but this ones mainly for me ok #theres meant to be a mini comic with this but im eepy i snzzzz another time

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itsrheasgirl · 8 months

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WILL YOU LOVE ME TOMORROW?

Chapter 1

RHEA RIPLEY X FEM!READER

WORD COUNT: 2235

SUMMARY: THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP ISN’T ALL RHEA LOSES WHEN SHE’S FORCED TO TURN ON HER TAG TEAM PARTNER AND LONG TERM GIRLFRIEND IN ORDER TO GET A PUSH IN HER CAREER, BUT ONLY TIME WILL TELL IF ALL IS LOST.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: N/A FOR THIS PART.

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The WWE and how its writers worked had never seemed to faze Rhea. She’d become so used to them throwing curveballs in her career that when Triple H pulled the two of you into his office after an average Monday Night Raw, she knew something was coming. It had been two weeks since the announcement had been made public that she would fight alongside you for a shot at the women’s tag team championship and you couldn’t be more excited if you tried, but Rhea, she knew it all seemed too easy. She hadn’t faced a title match recently without some sort of trouble to follow. They were pushing her career and she knew that, but she wished they would cut her some slack.

“So… we’ve got the breakdown for next weeks match and I just wanted to run it past you both in person.”

Immediately Rhea knew something was off. When it came down to the game plan, it always came via email, the full break down from beginning to end. Interviews and all.

Placing her palm down onto your thigh and giving it a comforting squeeze, she turned her sapphire gaze in your direction as a quizzical expression captured her features. You could feel the tremor that vibrated her palm as it lay against your exposed skin, your own fingers winding with hers to keep her hand steady.

It had only been a few months since you and Rhea had made your relationship public— even though you’d been in an off screen relationship for almost a year, but it had been welcomed with open arms by your fellow co-workers and the general public weren’t exactly mad about it either.

Inhaling a shallow breath, Rhea pulled her focus from you and turned back to face Triple H head on as he leant back in his chair, chewing nervously at her lower lip.

“Demi you have to remember I don’t make the rules, this wasn’t my plan for you and I don’t want to hurt you— Either of you.”

Rhea’s palms began to sweat as the words sunk into her already panicked thoughts, mixing with the confusion that was washing over her about the whole situation. Triple H’s deep hues flicking away from his lock on her and over to you as he spoke. Your grasp around Rhea’s hand tightened slightly as you contemplated what had been said. He didn’t want to hurt you. What did that even mean?

“I tried my best to change this, I need you both to understand that but it was already approved, I was too late.”

Rhea’s heart began to pound in her chest, her panic only getting worse with each word that left Triple H’s lips. What could they possibly have planned that would shake up such a strong man to the point he had to apologize?

“Just spit it out, Paul!”

Rhea snapped, as she released your hand and slammed both her palms down hard against the desk before her. The loud bang echoing in your ears and causing a small gasp to bubble in your throat, you grasped gently at her shoulder and graze your thumb slowly along her soft skin.

“It can’t be that bad, baby.”

Your gaze was locked on Rhea as you continued to trace small circles against her shoulder blades, but hers was fixated on Triple H. He still hadn’t told you the breakdown and it was starting to itch at her brain, like a tic burrowing into her conscious.

“Then why are we here? Why wasn’t this sent out just like every other week? If it’s not that bad then why is he acting like this?”

Rhea’s jaw was clenched, the veins in her temples flaring and her fingertips turning white as she gripped at the edge of the desk. Each passing seconds causing more and more tension between the two individuals as you tried your best to keep Rhea calm.

Triple H inhaled a staggered breath as he joined his palms and placed them down against his desk, glancing at you swiftly before shifting his gaze down to his hand.

“You lose.”

Rhea’s features don’t even shift as she scoffs to his response, her eyes rolling in annoyance as she fights back a sarcastic laugh. Triple H wouldn’t have called the two of you into his office for a simple loss, you’d both experienced loses in your career and not once had they made such a big deal out of it.

“And that helps my push how, Paul? Because if I remember correctly the last time you had me in here you were telling me I was a superstar and about to get the headlines I deserved.”

She couldn’t take much more of this, it was all too cryptic and if she didn’t get answers from Triple H soon then she’d go get them from someone she knew wouldn’t make her wait.

“They’re breaking you up Dem, they want you to turn on Y/N after the match. That’s it, okay. Team’s over. I tried to fight for you, both of you. I told them this wasn’t fair but the decision is made and the betrayal is already in motion.”

Rhea’s heart sank in her chest as she bolted upright to a standing position, her chair flying backwards and almost toppling over as she once more slammed the flat of her palms down against Triple H’s desk.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

You could see the sudden shock claim Triple H’s features as he witnesses Rhea’s outrage, his lips parting slightly in search of what to say next. Not like he really had the time to respond as Rhea shoved at his desk to drive it back towards him, her nostrils flaring as she once more raised her voice.

“She’s my fucking girlfriend Paul, what sick son of a bitch would write this. What kind of a story arch is it to destroy an actual fucking couple?”

You couldn’t believe the rage that was starting to burn behind Rhea’s eyes, her sparkling sapphire blues casted in a shade of black as she began to pace back and forth across the room, your gaze flitting between her and Triple H as he simply watched her without a word.

“You know what, no.”

Rhea stopped in her tracks and snapped her piercing gaze down to Triple H as he went to speak, her tone filled with so much upset and heartbreak.

“Change it, or I don’t fight!”

Rhea didn’t even give him time to reply before her swift strides had her moving in the direction of the door, swinging it open to have the block of wood collide with the wall behind it as she disappeared into the hallway.

It took a few moments for words to be exchanged once more, Triple H’s expression cloaked with disappointment as he turned his attention towards you. He could tell you were hurting too— even though you were hiding it well, exhaling a shallow breath before he addressed you head on.

“I’m sorry.”

Was all he was able to spit out as his broad palms rubbed over his face, words trapped in his throat as he process the best way to continue going.

You hadn’t taken your eyes off the door in which Rhea had left so abruptly, secretly hoping she’d come back and talk this out. You knew all about the push WWE had planned for her— you’d talked about it in length over a bottle of wine the night she’d found out, but you didn’t expect they would be separating you so soon. You were thrilled that Rhea was finally getting the shot she’d worked so hard for, but in turn it left you in the dust. Thrown aside like a used Kleenex.

Finally giving up on the idea of Rhea’s return, you shift your focus back to your management as he still sat face in palms at his desk. Maybe you’d have to be the one to talk with Rhea and bring her round to the idea, you wanted her to thrive— to be the superstar you knew she truly was and if that meant losing her, then so be it.

“What’s the rest of the plan, Paul?”

You questioned. Your tone was calm and almost consoling as your fingers wrapped around Triple H’s palm and pulled it down from his face, holding onto his callus fingers as you searched his gaze for a moment.

“I’ll talk to her. I can fix this, just tell me what she needs to know and I’ll make her listen.”

Maybe the words coming from you wouldn’t sting as hard and things would be able to play out the way the WWE intended, Rhea always listened to you when it came down to the importance of her career and if losing her meant she would become the strongest contender in the women’s roster, then that’s what would have to happen.

Triple H had yet to speak and you were beginning to worry, maybe this betrayal was worse than you thought. Giving his palm one more gentle squeeze, you release your hold and placed your palms flat against his.

“I can take it, Paul. Just tell me what she needs to know. Please.”

With a long exhale, Triple H finally lifted his gaze to meet your questioning ones. His lips curving into a warm smile as he leant back in his chair and placed his palms on the back of his neck.

“Edge wants her. The game plan is that she’s eventually going to be the newest addition to The Judgement Day.”

Your heart tightened in your chest, your palm slowly sliding off the table to fall into your lap and you swallowed back the saliva that had pooled on your tongue. The Judgement Day, that’s what they had planned for Rhea? They were taking her away from you to put her with Edge?

Sure you had problems with Edge and Beth, both of them causing past issues for your career and leaving you almost ready to call it quits all together, but that’s where you are Rhea differed. She was strong. She could take a beating and keep going, nothing slowing her down. She didn’t need you to protect her, she could handle herself and this situation would be no different.

Chewing at the inside of your cheek and fighting back the desire to blow up in Triple H’s face, you force your lips into a faux smile. You didn’t want to be the reason Rhea’s career took a hit, even if the idea of Edge getting his hands on your girl tore at your heart. The Judgement Day could take Rhea places you couldn’t and as much as it hurt you, her career would always come first.

“When?”

Was all you could ask in a calm tone, worried that if you said much more your anger would become evident and you didn’t want Triple H to feel worse about the news he was giving you.

“Three weeks.”

Your mind went blank, you couldn’t breathe, the world around you felt like it was beginning to spin and all you could focus on was Rhea’s happiness. You had to— because if even for a second you let that focus slip, you’d lose her completely. You had to let your issues with Edge be just that, your issues and you had to support your girlfriend if you planned to keep her.

You wanted to say more. Triple H didn’t deserve to be belittled anymore than Rhea’s reaction already had done, but you couldn’t think of what was best. You could thank him for trying to stop the break up of your tag team, for supporting Rhea and helping her get the attention and success she deserved or you could just get up and leave. You’d already told Triple H you would let Rhea know the plan and now you knew it, there was no need for you to be there anymore.

Swallowing back more saliva that collected on your tongue, you rose from your seat and moved round to stand at Triple H’s side, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head.

The room fell silent for a few more moments as you both delved into a deep contemplation, neither of you opening your mouth to speak first. There was a lot more to this situation that you wanted answers about, but you needed to get back to Rhea. You hoped she’d gone back to the hotel, but there was no knowing where she was until you went looking.

Placing your palm down onto Triple H’s shoulder, you gave it a gentle squeeze. He always looked out for Rhea and when the two of you had gone public about your relationship, he had been the most supportive out of the entire faction. He’d done all he could do and you were thankful for that, but now it was your job to convince Rhea she had to do this. For her future.

Crossing the room with swift strides, you turned back to face Triple H with a warm smile. He’d been put through a ringer of emotions and you didn’t want him thinking he’d caused damage that couldn’t be fixed. Exhaling a shallow sigh, you pulled your palm through long curls before knotting it up on the top of your head.

“Thanks for trying to save us, Paul.”

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hello! i’ve been reading your works for quite a while now and i can say you make me feel things i never knew i writer would. you’re doing such a great job so keep it up and know that we’ll be here to support you.

just wanted to check if you are down for a request too! would you do a reader x ran x love triangle where there’s an old and new flame? ran really loved his first love but had to let go due to gang activities. in the future with bonten, he met this girl and been with each other for a while now. you can decide who he ends up with.

thank you so much and take care always!

- Aya

Oh darling, I'm sorry it took forever - but I think I am gonna make this a two or three part series.

Warnings: light smut, language, mentions of murder, mentions of drugs, drama, angst, Ran is kind of an ass, pt is in the works.

Spider's Web - Pt.1

They called it puppy love when you first started dating. That puppy love turned into a serious relationship. Dating the king of Roppongi was quite the challenge and yet it was bliss.

You've known Ran since he was 13 and dated him until he was 18. Seven years of your life was dedicated to this man. You gave him everything - your first kiss, your first love, your virginity, your first everything. You knew each other inside and out. Though dating him put a target on your back, you didn't care. You loved him and would follow him to the end of the earth if need be for him. Even when he got arrested twice, you stuck by him and waited patiently for him. Never letting another man touch you or even near you - you belonged to Ran.

He however decided to burn paradise and cut your ties without a second thought. The separation was bitter and it left you with your heart in your hands.

**12 years later**

A month into your new job and you had almost everything down. The man who you were working for was well known for his finance skills - a money making genius. To take up the role of his personal assistant was like striking gold. Kokonoi Hajime found you working for a partner and snatched you at the first first chance. Seeing first hand your organization and risk management skills, he knew he had to have you. Your old boss had no idea what he lost when he gave you up. Their success was due to 90% of your work.

During a meeting, you attended in place of your boss due to some unsavory business. You handled it like the pro you are and did a better job than your actual boss when they held meetings. "Question for you…" You hear from across the table after the meeting is over. Looking up you see the silver fox eying you carefully. He was technically the guest of honor and boy was he handsome - beautiful actually. "Yes, what can I do for you?" You ask and finish collecting the signed contracts from the table. The smirk on his face alluded to him asking for a potential favor under the table. No, absolutely not - you weren’t going to blow him, regardless of how handsome he is. “How would you like to work with me? Your skills are wasted here…you could be doing so much more.”

His words and further explanation led to you working for the worst criminal organization in Japan, Bonten. Under the guise of various businesses, they were raking in money, bodies and soon - expanding overseas. Nothing could have prepared you for the money you were earning, you were making pennies at your old job compared to here. Being Kokonoi’s personal assistant brought so many benefits that you thought he was a god.

Though you’ve been here for about 2 months, you have yet to meet all of Bonten’s members - you’ve only met two more members. The man with the crystal eyes and scarred lips, Sanzu Haruchiyo, always teased you and tried to make you feel uncomfortable on purpose but you didn’t budge. He loved that about you. And of course, the head of Bonten - Sano Manjiro, gave a fair warning, well more of a threat. Understanding your position and your risks, you accepted them all and swore loyalty to them.

Being so busy with work, you often stayed overnight in the office and left when things were done. You were essentially a female version of Kokonoi, only with better gambling skills - that is what risk management is in a nutshell.

“Koko, your meeting starts in about 15 minutes, I already prepared the room, do you need anything from me before I go?” You ask as you are getting ready to leave. He looked at you and smiled, his signature cheshire cat grin always meant something sketchy. “You’re leading the meeting tonight.” He says while leaning against his palm. For a moment you thought you heard wrong. He was trusting you to lead the meeting even if you’re still new? You hadn’t even met the rest of Bonten, were they even going to take you seriously? “Besides, what better way for you to meet everyone?” When he said that you felt your heart in your throat. This was a big meeting then, there was no way you could fuck this up. You were actually excited about this. Without saying another word, you left the office and headed to the meeting room and placed a set of files for yourself. Kokonoi could see the fire in your eyes, you were going to take the first step into their world.

Two minutes before the meeting started, the men were making their way into the room - as you were finalizing some last minute details, they only saw your back. The high waisted pencil skirt showed your curves and they were entranced by them. From behind you could hear low whistles and some throat clearing, they wanted you to turn around. Being used to cat calls and this type of behavior you knew best not to turn around at the first howl. “Who’s the girl?” You could hear from behind you. Kokonoi must have omitted your onboarding to the rest of the members. From what you heard, some were womanizers - perhaps it was for the best.

Finally, Kokonoi walked in with Manjiro and were about to begin. “Everyone, she is our new employee and is my personal assistant. Treat her as you would treat an admin - she’s leading today’s meeting.” He said with a hint of authority. Turning around to face the men, you felt their eyes undress you and rake over your figure - it was nothing new. This organization was not only filled with criminals and murderers, but it was oh so filled with men that rivaled gods.

Clearing your throat, you began without introducing yourself - Kokonoi labeled you as his personal assistant and that was all they needed to know for now. During the meeting you could feel their eyes follow you, they were curious about you - you looked so normal compared to them. There was one man whose eyes seemed to pull you in and make you look in his direction more often. Beautiful and handsome, tall and lean - he reminded you of someone. Though you couldn't put your finger on it, even the male sitting next to him looked familiar but from where?

Everything proceeded without a hitch, you managed to impress them and also impress the head of the organization. Questions were asked and you answered accordingly. They sometimes just asked frivolous questions just to get you to speak.

Once the meeting ended, you were approached by the rest of the admins and boy did they bombard you with other questions. So, what’s your name? Do you have a boyfriend? How can I get you to be my assistant? Of course they were all flirting with you and you didn’t entertain it, politely declining their advances. When the tall male with lavender orbs approached you, you felt butterflies in your stomach - something you haven't felt in years. “Haitani, I need you to stay away from her.” Kokonoi jests and earns their glances followed by their laughs. But the moment Kokonoi looks at your face, he sees how it went from smiling to horror. The name he so casually dropped, there was no way - it couldn’t be. Quickly regaining your composure, you excused yourself and headed towards the woman’s bathroom.

The moment you walked in, you leaned against the sink and tried to steady yourself. The sound of your heart beating out of your chest was the only thing you could hear. Your breathing was shaky and your hands were beginning to tremble. You didn’t recognize him and it looks like he didn’t recognize you. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” The sound of your boss’s voice startled you, making you gasp and spin around quickly. You were a complete mess, sweating and had tears on the verge of spilling. You’ve seen Sanzu handle bodies before by accident and you didn’t even bat an eye. What the hell spooked you?

"Koko…nothing, it was just a little overwhelming back there. That's all." You lied and began to wash your hands. It wasn't like you to panic so fast. He walked closer to you and narrowed his eyes, he wasn't buying it. "You know you can't lie to me." He was almost inches from your face. You felt a little nauseous from all the emotions hitting you at once and your body was wavering. "Which Haitani is it?" Not wanting to risk your job, you told him it didn't matter - you just wanted to keep working for him. It wasn't the answer he wanted but he had a feeling he knew who it was. "It won't happen again." You say and bow. You weren't expecting to see him at all. Sighing, he backed off and warned you to be careful. The rest of the men you met today weren't as forgiving or as nice as he was.

After pulling yourself together you stepped out of the bathroom and headed straight to your office. All contracts and needed documents were neatly piled on your desk. Someone did you a favor and moved them for you. Just when you thought you were going home, you ended up in a meeting with the higher ups and ended up seeing someone you wished you hadn't. Sitting at your desk, you began to work to try and clear your head. Before you knew it, it was already well into the night - almost 2am. You longed to lay in bed and rest.

The sound of the office door opening startled you, making you snap up from your desk. It was Sanzu, you exhaled and sat back down, almost melting into your seat. "Jumpy?" He asks and smirks at you. Of course you were, your ex boyfriend was here and you almost quit your job. "Anyways, just letting you know that there is a car waiting for you downstairs. Go home." He snickers and pulls you out from your chair. Those crystal eyes had softened just a bit. These little random actions of his always make you wonder if there is a part of him that is actually sane.

Heading down to the lobby with Sanzu you pass by the others. The sensation of someone's eyes being laser focused on you made you shudder. Before Sanzu could close the car door he said, "Come to me if you need something to…relax your nerves." He smirked and walked away. You knew what he meant by that. Seeing him high or teetering on the edge wasn't anything new. He was opening the door to his playground. You never considered it but perhaps there was no harm in taking him up on that.

When you arrived home, you kicked off your shoes and got ready for bed. You thanked your boss for allowing you to come in later since your day went well into overtime. Burying yourself in the sheets, you felt your eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Though you tried, you couldn’t help but fall asleep with Ran in your head.

**in your dreams**

“Ngh…Wait, I’m about to - OH!” You moan and throw your head back into the pillows as Ran gives you one quick thrust of his hips. He had you pressed against the mattress with his hand around your throat. Fucking into you was like heaven to him, those warm and tight walls, and your siren like voice made him fall in love with you even more. He couldn’t go more than 48 hours without being deep inside your pussy. You gave him something to look forward to in life outside of gang activities.

“Tell me you love me, pretty girl…” His heavy tone made you clench around his length and you were beginning to see stars. He looked divine with his long hair when it was loose, you always found him so much more attractive with it like that. Babbling incoherently, you say you love him over and over again. You didn’t stop until he squeezed your throat a little tighter and he left you a drooling mess. He filled you to the brim and wouldn’t stop until he became a whimpering mess. Collapsing onto your chest, he panted and tried to regain his breath. Both of you were coming down from your daily highs. He was everything you needed and you were everything he needed. For a moment, you thought this was reality…then everything faded into black.

**end dream**

Waking up in a daze, you sat up and looked around the room only to realize you were home. Exhaling and throwing yourself back down on the mattress you cover your face with both hands. Those bittersweet memories only made you feel dead inside. Knowing that he's right there and you have to pretend that you don't know him - that you don't exist. He’s gonna find out soon and when he does…what will you do?

Torturing yourself with these thoughts you could only think about him. Who was keeping his bed warm? Who was he fucking and would he ever look you at you the same way again? No, it was done and over with, he made his choice. Though it wasn’t fair to you, there was nothing you could do at the time and you struggled to accept it for a long time. If only you knew how much I loved you… You think to yourself and close your eyes. It still hurts, even after 12 years - everything still burns.

Getting ready and heading for the office, you braced yourself - there was a chance that you would cross paths again. Kokonoi did mention that the others were away on business at the time of your hiring. Walking into the lobby, you head for the elevators and make your way to the top floor. When the elevator doors opened, the office space looked much more lively than before. With all Bonten members here the hallways were now buzzing with underlings. Looking around you noticed that you were the only woman here. To be fair, it was hard to hire someone who is trustworthy and loyal. Anyone who had some sort of criminal past were usually denied employment so that they don’t attract attention or to avoid potential surveillance.

With your heels clicking down the hall, you headed for your office and noticed that you had a visitor. Sitting on your chair was none other than Ran Haitani. You felt your stomach drop. He was oh so casually sitting on your chair as if it was his own desk. “Good morning, gorgeous.” He said in a coy tone, his eyes reflected mischief and desire. Hanging your sweater and purse, you address him while avoiding eye contact. “Mr. Haitani, what can I do for you?” His eyes trailed along your figure, something about you was reeling him in and he wanted to know why. Since yesterday’s meeting, you plagued his thoughts and he couldn’t get you out of his head.

“So you’re Kokonoi’s little plaything, huh?” He teases and stands up, slowly making his way around your desk towards you. You bite the inside of your cheek and swallow the urge to scoff at him. “I’m his personal assistant, yes.” You say sharply. He could only smirk as he figured he struck a chord with you. He was inching closer and you felt your knees getting weak, those eyes that held the world were in front of you again. Though his hair was clean cut and he’s brandishing a new neck tattoo - he gave off the same sensations as before. It felt like he was backing you into a corner. He was towering over you, his figure dwarfed your own and you knew he was going to try something. The tips of your ears felt hot, his scent was just as intoxicating as ever and if it weren’t for your past - you would have gone in for the kill.

Building up the courage to speak, you tried to keep yourself in check before even opening your mouth. “Please step out of my office if you have nothing better to do.” You say dryly and move away from him to sit at your desk. It’s the first time he’s had a woman ignore his advances…well kind of. There was one person who did manage to hold him off for so long before she caved. His snicker echoed in your ear, almost making you turn around to face him. “A little feisty, I like that. Don’t worry, I’ll break down those pretty little walls of yours soon enough.” If it’s one thing that always irked you about Ran, it was his damn conceited nature. The world revolves around him in his head. Your scent perforated his nostrils and he felt a shiver run down his spine. It was a familiar scent that was bringing back old memories. Looking down at your hands, he was searching for a possible wedding ring. He could care less if you were married but still wanted the satisfaction of taking another man’s woman. What caught his attention was your right hand’s ring finger - it was adorned by a black titanium ring with an orchid engraved around the band. It was beautiful, he didn’t notice it on you yesterday but why did it make a pang in his chest?

The knock on the door made you both look up and face the doorway, Kokonoi was standing there and the expression on his face was enough to make Ran back away. He was not amused to find Ran in your office. It was enough to confirm his suspicions about you. “Would you be so kind and fuck off Haitani?” Kokonoi says. The tone was playful but you knew better. Great, it hasn’t even been a full 24 hours and Ran was already finding ways to jeopardize your job. The shit eating grin on his face only made the vein on Kokonoi’s forehead almost burst. As your nightmare walked out the door and closed it behind him, you exhaled a sigh of relief and were met with another nightmare.

“You could have told me the truth, (Y/N).” He says and takes a seat across from your desk. His feline-like eyes were analyzing your every move and were looking for signs of deception. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You scoff, as much as you get along with him - he is your boss, not a friend. “You two had history.” Hearing those words made you pinch the bridge of your nose, he dug deeper into your past. He questioned you, asking all sorts of things that were making your head spin. You explained to him that you only recognized Ran and Rindou, maybe even recognized Kakucho from his scar. Everyone else was a blur and it’s not like they recognized you either. “Had I known Ran was here, I would have never taken this job - we didn’t end on good terms.” You confess with venom on your tongue. It wasn’t like he gave you a full blown description of Bonten’s members when you joined the team.

“So, what do you want me to do? Do I start packing my shit?” You retort when he scoffs at your confession. As much as Kokonoi knew this was going to be a bad idea, he had no choice - you were his golden goose. He needed you just as much as you needed this job. “No, you will keep doing your job and keep him at bay. Do not allow him to get any closer.” It was a warning that left you a little uneasy. Was there something else he wanted to say to you about Ran? As he began to stand, you interrupted his leave with a bow. “Hajime…thank you.” You say and wait for him to leave. He chuckles and mutters under his breath, “You’re not in the clear yet, (Y/N).” Things were going to get much more interesting in Bonten’s office.

A few weeks went by in a flash, more than half the time you avoided Ran and kept your distance. Either spending time in Kokonoi’s office or Manjiro’s office so that he couldn’t strike a private conversation with you was going over smoothly. Though one day you were forced to visit his office as he forgot to sign a contract. Taking a deep breath you counted to 3 before knocking on his door and walking in. “Aw, did you miss me darling?” He says coly and flashes you a smirk. Ugh, you wanted to throw something at him. Putting the documents in front of him, you informed him that he needed to sign the contract before tomorrow’s deadline. “I attached tabs in all sections that require your signature. Please leave the completed contract on my desk before the end of the night.” Before walking away, he stopped you and asked you rather redundant questions. “Sorry darling, you see, I have terrible eyesight, can you come and show me?” Though he was partly bullshitting, he was also telling the truth - knowing this, you had no choice but to point out exactly where he needed to sign.

Walking around his desk to be at his side, you carefully kept a gap between you so that he wouldn’t try to lean in. “Each page has these little purple tabs-” You began when he rolled his chair closer to you. He picked up on your scent. It made his mouth salivate, a natural reflex that he had when he was close to someone he wanted. Finishing your instructions, you turned on your heels and walked out of his office without looking at him. You set a fire in him - he was determined to have you.

Even an hour after you left, he could still smell your perfume and it made his mind linger. Brushing his lips with his fingers, he wondered what you tasted like and wondered how your pretty little face would look when contorted with pleasure. Feeling the blood rush south, he palms his member and smirks to himself. Gonna make her bend over soon… His depraved thoughts were beginning to cloud judgment. The pinging sound of a notification snapped him out of his delusion. Looking down at the screen he frowned when he read the name in the notice. His fiance texted him, asking him when she should expect him home as she has a surprise for him.

From: (F/N)

Baby, what time will you be here? I have a surprise for you. ❤️

End Message.

Smirking, he replied back with a ‘i don’t know but it better be that sweet pussy of yours.’ Oh, did we forget to mention that he’s engaged? It was a business engagement, he needed to marry a powerful businessman’s daughter to take control of their assets. Bonten didn’t care about playing dirty, using someone as collateral was child’s play and who better to send than Japan’s best womanizer? Though he was warming up to the idea of having a wife, he wasn’t too keen on opening his heart all the way. He was in this for the money, power and his own pleasure. Tossing his phone aside he began to work and pushed all thoughts out of his head.

As the day was coming to an end he was getting ready to leave when Rindou walked into his office. “Aniki (兄貴). That new girl, I feel like we’ve seen her before.” He said. They had no idea they were right. You were indeed familiar to them both, however, with this much time between now and then - it was hard for them to even remember you. “You watch too much porn, little brother, all those girls' faces are starting to blend together. If I had known her, she’d be bent over my desk by now - they always cave when I come back.” Ran smirks and heads out. However, Rindou was right - something felt off and he couldn’t put his finger on it. You looked familiar, your scent also seemed familiar, for fuck sake - even your resistance felt familiar. Who are you, really?

When he gets home, he gets greeted with the loving arms of his fiance. Her embrace felt a little foreign as did her kiss. When he hesitated, she questioned him. “What’s wrong? Had a rough day at work?” She asks and begins to undress in front of him. She was planning on surprising him with a new lingerie set she bought, of course daddy’s money spares no expense. His eyes gloss over and he shrugs off the odd feeling that plagued the corners of his mind. Diving into the abyss, he couldn’t help but think about you. Your figure, your tone, your pouty lips… Ran was pretty much absent minded the entire time he was having sex with his fiance. Too drunk off his cock to even notice that her fiance’s mind was wandering and thinking of someone else, she had no idea that Ran was becoming infatuated with someone else.

By the end of night, he layed wide awake in bed as his fiance snuggled against him and she slept without a care in the world. He looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was almost 3:00am. He was going to have a hard time waking up in the morning. Closing his eyes he tried his best to drift off.

In his dreams he saw a mirror, he could see himself and how tired he looked. Then the image changed, the mirror became a window into someone's room. The window had an overall view of what he figured was a girl’s room. The more he observed the space, the more the room looked familiar and he felt a warming sensation in his chest. A young girl appeared, he couldn’t see her face but the scenes began to unfold. She’d sleep, wake up, roll around in bed while talking on the phone and laughs. She looked like she’s in love. All movements quickened, it almost looked like he was peering through someone’s memory. Almost like a home movie that someone quickened the playback speed on. He saw this girl grow and change, yet he couldn’t see her face.

The playback speed normalized itself when a youngman appeared. The girl and boy shared their first kiss. Through that window, he saw his younger self - he must have been about 13 years old. It made his heart race, who was that girl? The scenes sped up again. As the scenes progressed, her face was starting to become clear. He witnessed their growth and even saw her reaction when he showed up with a buzz cut. She cried and laughed, but most importantly she looked like she was glad that he was home. When he saw her smile, he felt tears streaming down his face. Just looking away for a second, he wiped the tears from his eyes and looked back at the window. He saw himself with her but they were a little older, he recognized himself as 18 year old Ran Haitani. His signature braids became undone when the girl removed his hair ties and ran her hand through his hair.

A lump began to form in his throat… The scene unfolding in front of him was the moment he took her virginity. It was an intimate and sacred moment. He was calming her and soothing her pain with kisses and words. Soon he could see himself get lost in her. They were both in love. When the girl turned to face the window, she had tears in her eyes and the broken look on her face made his heart stop. It can't be… When he got a clear look at her face, she turned to look at him through that window and reached out for him while screaming his name.

The scream jolted him awake. He was sweating and his heart was pounding, pounding as if he had a drum in his chest. Taking in his surroundings, he realized he was back home and quickly turned to see who was next to him. It was his fiance, she was sound asleep and he felt a knot in his stomach. These memories, why were they coming back now? His mind kept bouncing back and forth between the dream he had and now. Then it finally hit him - that girl in his dreams was you. The same woman that was running through his mind all day yesterday was the same person in his dreams.

The memories came flooding back, his chest was beginning to hurt and the pain was becoming unbearable. Your resistance made sense now, but why didn’t you tell him who you are? How did you get wrapped up in Bonten? Does Kokonoi know the truth? Why did he have to hire you? The thing that threw him over the edge was the fact that you still carried that ring. It’s the ring he gave you when you turned 17. It was making him sick. He quietly got up and headed to the bathroom to expel last night’s dinner. There was a reason why he left you the way he did. Ran peaked out the door to see his fiance still sleeping in bed - she was a heavy sleeper like him so he could get away with making a little noise. She didn’t move an inch as Ran got dressed and headed out the door.

For once in his life, he was at the office early - it even caught the security guards in the lobby by surprise. The closer he got to the top floor, the more he dreaded seeing you - he didn’t want to relive the bitter separation again. He was going to make you quit today so that you could never come back to this fucked up world of his. As the elevator doors opened, he saw that not a lot of people were here. Good, I can get into her office without calling too much attention. He thinks to himself and makes a beeline towards your door. He was determined to make you quit Bonten.

He was caught off guard when his eyes landed on you, he wasn’t expecting you to be there so early. All the sentences he formed inside his head somehow became a blur. Ran froze in place as you were too busy to notice him, you were on your tippy toes trying to reach a binder from one of the higher shelves. It reminded him of when he would hang something over your head and you struggled to reach it. The memory of your soft laughs and pouty lips made his skin burn.

Sighing in defeat, you turned around and were startled by Ran standing in the doorway. “Mr. Haitani, was there something you needed?” You ask as you pull the chair from your desk towards the bookshelf. It was as if you immediately shut down the classic ‘Need a hand?’ question that was cliche in the movies or dramas. What surprised him the most was the fact that you were still acting like a stranger.

Clearing his throat, he stepped inside your office and closed the door. He felt his knees get weaker as he walked closer to you. Remember your objective… The little voice inside his head said. Trying to keep it together, he approached you and cleared his throat once again. “Again, did you need something?” You say in annoyance at his pathetic attempt to keep your attention. Does she really not remember me? As you got what you needed from the shelf, you set the binders on your desk and began to move the chair back to its place but Ran was in your way. Without saying a word, he took the chair from you and pushed it aside. This was odd, why is he in your office and what the hell does he want?

Taking a moment to pull himself together he finally spoke. “I need to ask you something.” He manages to say rather quickly. Raising your brow, you looked at him and were a little surprised. The look on his face signaled that he was uneasy. It was a first to see him like this - out of all the years you’ve known him, he was always so confident or at least pretended to be. Nodding, you prepared to be asked if you needed a good fuck or a one night stand. That’s just the person he was, it wouldn’t have surprised you one bit. “What the hell are you doing here?” Your eyes widened slightly as you were taken back by his abrasiveness. What the hell did he mean by…oh. Before you could even open your mouth, Ran continued. “Do you have any idea what you got yourself into? The type of people that run this organization? Are you that stupid or blind that you can’t see the bigger picture?” By the second question he was yelling at you and for a moment he made you feel so small as he inched closer to you.

You squared up to him and yelled back at him. “Don’t you dare tell me how to live my life when you haven’t been part of it for over 12 fucking years.” You were biting back tears. Ran didn’t want anything to do with you when you broke up, so why was he acting like he cares now? There was so much acerbity behind those words that it felt like a punch to the gut. Truth be told, you weren’t a child anymore - you were a grown woman and were more than capable of making your own decisions. Scoffing, Ran pinched the bridge of his nose. He wanted to throw you out, he didn’t want you to be here - you could go anywhere else but here. “It’s a little too late for you to pretend to care, Ran.” You spat back at him. Ran could feel his blood boiling and seeing you like this was burning his threads of self control. He wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to tell you he’s sorry.

He furrowed his eyebrows and glared at you. “I left so that you wouldn’t have to deal with this part of my life!” His voice boomed in the room and made you flinch. As much as it pained him, he needed to break you first so that you could hate him and stay away. After Izana’s and Emma’s death, he realized that anyone could get caught in the crossfire. Emma was an innocent victim, the Kanto incident took 3, almost 4 lives. He fought with Rindou about it but ended up letting you go. His words almost made everything go silent, you could only hear the ticking of the clock on the wall and the pounding of your heart in your chest. “...get out.” Was all you could manage to say. You didn’t want to hear any excuses he had to offer, especially after what he put you through. You blinked and found yourself pinned against your desk with Ran towering over you.

Caging you between him and the desk, he leaned down to be face to face with you as he spoke with a heavy tone. “Were their deaths not enough for you? Tenjiku lost their leader and friend, Sano Manjiro lost his sister and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.” The realization that he was referring to the same Manjiro that is the head of Boten made your heart sink. “R-Ran-” You stutter but he cuts you off. “We abandoned everything we loved and built an empire. We murder, extort, rape, sell women like you and destroy everything that gets in our way. Is that the world you really want to live in? Constantly watching your back in fear that someone will put a bullet in your head?” The obvious didn’t need to be stated, you knew what you were walking into the moment Kokonoi approached you. Your previous boss was partially involved in Bonten as a ‘business’ partner. You were warned well before you even took the job that Kokonoi offered.

Before you knew it your anger reached a boiling point and you screamed at him. “IT IS NO DIFFERENT NOW THAN IT WAS BACK THEN!” You were right, it all came with dating a Haitani or anyone in Tenjiku. “I fought tooth and nail for you. Even after you destroyed me I still had to face people who were after you. It didn’t matter…” He was taken back by the raw emotions that were spilling out of you. The tears that streamed down the sides of your face only made his chest hurt even more. Seeing you in this state, seeing your lips quiver and seeing how you were panting - he felt warmth in the pit of his stomach. Were you always this beautiful when you were a fucking wreck?

Just as he wanted to close the distance, someone bursted into the office to see what all the screaming was about. Kokonoi made a beeline towards you both. “You two, separate. Now!” He demanded and had a scowl on his face. Shoving Ran off of you, you straightened yourself up and Ran followed suit. “I told you to stay away from her and what do you do? You have her at an impasse!” Kokonoi chew’s Ran out for disobeying a direct order. “This doesn’t concern you.” Ran vituperates, he could only see red. “Permission to leave…” You ask Kokonoi and pray that he says yes. “Granted.” He says without missing a beat. As you walked away, Ran tried to stop you but Koko intervened. If looks could kill.

END PT 1.

Exiting your office, you notice the multiple pairs of eyes that were fixed on you. They heard everything, the cat was out of the bag and you just wanted to hide. The other admins and executives were there too. Rindou felt bad for seeing you like this again. As much as he liked you at the time of your separation, he couldn’t bear to lose you or else Ran would end up losing himself.

Sanzu approached you and offered to take you home. You declined, you wanted to be alone, he was bound to ask questions. The last thing you wanted was to remember more of your past. “At least let me walk you to the lobby.” He said softly and patted your head. As crazy as he was, there was still a little sweetness inside him and you found it rather endearing. As you stepped into the elevator, you could see Ran emerge from your office and search for you. He was determined to make you quit no matter what, even if Kokonoi refuses to let you go - he needed you to stay away. This wasn’t the life he wanted for you. Perhaps if he would have stayed with you, maybe - just maybe you would have been able to change his future.

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raayllum · 8 months

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this sequence lives in my head rent free

AAAAAAAAAA

why does the shot of callum's deep breathing linger for so long? why does rayla look so troubled? callum just did an incredible spell, and seemingly solved all their problems, so why is it all so unsettling?

specifically

this shot

ik this can't just be me. we the viewers are made to notice this scene

i think

help

So there's a few things, I think:

Thus far in show, outside of Light Spell (which is physical) and Ghosting spell (which is emotional / metaphysical) there's been very few instances of like, Primal magic being dangerous/horrific. (Viren's killing of the guards when Aaravos is channelling it through him notwithstanding in 2x09, but that's also easy to get wires crossed on because it's Aaravos, y'know?). So Callum having primal magic send him to his knees and giving him a hard limit is new, particularly for him. (It is worth noting, of course, that primal magic - as far as we know - doesn't leave any longterm harm or in-body corruption the way dark magic does, though, which is arguably the biggest thing.)

The second is that it harkens back to Callum's primal stone - which he had to destroy - and the reflection motif with the mirror that was ongoing in early S4 for him in particular (which TDP tends to have characters have a reflection like that when they're making decisions or not liking what they're seeing, which we'll get to in a second). But like, the Primal Stone foreshadowing continues, my beloved, and it's nothing good.

Jack De Sena has also said that when voicing Callum (particularly S2 onwards) he pays a lot of attention to how and where Callum's breaths are placed while he talks or does stuff. (This is why I loved Callum's sharp inhales and shaky exhales whenever he was angsting over Rayla in early S4, and that his crying when he thinks he's lost her sounds far more like a panic attack than like, sobbing.) And in S5, Callum has steady breathing basically the whole way through... until this scene when he's taken on too much (not too little) and is struggling for a decent chunk to catch his breath. And also why when Callum starts panicking in 5x08 over Finnegrin threatening Rayla ("Just let her go") you hear it in his breathing first and foremost.

But that's all like, little technical stuff. What I think 5x07 does so well is set up everything that's going to come crashing down in a lot of ways in 5x08, specifically in Callum's steadiness (of identity) and specifically his confidence. When 5x07 opens up, he's getting terse with Nyx for dismissing his skills and prowess as a mage and his position as High Mage, and in his zealousness to prove it, he sends poor Sneezles into the water... because of his pride and the fact he wants that recognition (whereas Rayla, who was also diminished as a "junior assassin" doesn't say a word about it, because pride isn't on of her faults). But then, when Finnegrin starts to catch up with them, Callum remains optimistic that he'll be the one who makes a positive difference (nor is he necessarily wrong):

And Callum's burst of speed combined with Rayla's idea to hide ("He can't hurt us if he can't see us") seems to work. Until it doesn't, and his attitude starts to change because well, the stakes have changed.

And then we get what's probably one of my favourite lines in the season / favourite bits of foreshadowing.

You put them in irons. You put them in chains.

S: I don't get it. What happened? Rayla: He took their wind away.

This was a far more taxing, difficult spell to pull off, and one that took a lot out of Callum (not unlike how Viren and Claudia's uses of dark magic have made them collapse) so it's unsettling to see similar physical behaviours here as a consequence. And it's worth noting that after this scene, Callum doesn't come up with any other ideas. This was 2/2, he's done. And I think it really elevates the impending sense of desperation and fear (that is of course going to be cranked up next episode) as well as the comparative limits of primal magic in contrast to dark magic. Magic can't fix everything, and it's this choice (taking the winds out of the sails) that signals to Finnegrin next episode that Callum is a mage, and sets up all of the conflict that comes from it.

A primal spell that leads to a dark magic consequence (in more ways than one).

Callum starts out as optimistic and proud at the beginning of 5x07. The episode literally whittles him down as it goes on. In 5x08, he starts off okay but battered, but still confident in his worldview ("See? As long as we protect each other, as long as we love each other, you can never control us"). By the end of 5x08 that's all changed, because he's had to accept that it was too simplistic, that it wasn't true, that

His loved ones (specifically Rayla) were/are the key to controlling him, even when Finnegrin wasn't the one holding his chains anymore ("That deal is no longer on the table"). He couldn't control everything, but he could control his responses, and he made his choice. And it's not a reality he likes, but it's the one lives in and the one he chose to live in, and he had to accept it. No matter how bitter or dark.

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pretty-purple-pages · 10 days

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Prompt,

"the world wasn't created equal,"

"Yes it was, then someone decided they were better,"

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synopsis: the princess of athens falls in love with a thief

pairing: percy x annabeth (percy jackson and the olympians)

content (genre and warnings): mortal!au, princess!annabeth x thief!percy, inspired by aladdin, angst, fighting, no happy ending

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“Percy!”, the princess of Athens hissed, helping the boy climb through her bedroom’s window. Her golden-blond hair shone in the moonlight, making her seem even more gorgeous to him. Gods, she looks so pretty when she’s mad. He grinned sheepishly.

How Annabeth Chase, the sharp-witted strategist, heir to the kingdom of Athens, had fallen in love with a common thief was a huge mystery; even to herself, but deep down she knew she had fallen for him the minute he had helped her escape the palace.

“How many times have I told you to not visit me at night?!”, the princess dragged him and made him sit on her bed, “It's so dangerous; guards, soldiers and you could get injured from climbing my tower! It’s almost 7 stories tall for Athena’s sake!”

The thief, who had already stolen her heart, looked at her with a love struck grin. Standing up, he cupped her cheeks and rested his forehead on hers.

“I missed you too much to care about falling and getting caught, wise girl”, he whispered lowly, his voice only audible to her, “And, as a professional thief, these are insignificant risks”

“You really are a seaweed brain.” she shook her head, giggling.

“Jokes aside, Annie”, his voice suddenly had an urgent undertone as he ushered her to sit down, taking a seat beside her himself, “I don’t want to sneak in anymore. I don’t want to meet in secret. I don’t want you to meet any other suitors when I know that I’m the one who has your heart-”

She paused, processing what he had just said. Does he mean-

“-I want to reveal our relationship. I love you and you love me, what’s stopping us?”, he took her hands in his, a hopeful expression on his face.

She pulled her hands back, exasperated. “I’m the heir, the princess. If they found out that I love someone who isn’t a prince, they’ll kill you!” her heart broke at Percy’s dejected expression, but what she said was the truth.

“But I don’t care about what they say or do! We’ll find a way; like we always have”, he looked at her again; his sea-green eyes pleading, voice cracking, “Please?”

“You don’t care, but I do!”, she didn’t recognize the tone she was using, too furious, too loud and seething like venom on her tongue, “I’m not like you. I’m not a thief. I have responsibilities; unlike you I can’t run away from my problems.”

She took a deep breath, trying to think level-head again, failing as she noticed the wounded expression on Percy’s face. “You and me; it’s forbidden. The world wasn’t created equal”, her voice dropped dangerously low.

“Yes it was”, Jaw clenched, eyes blood-shot, his voice hoarse, “then someone decided they were better.”

Percy Jackson left through the same window he had entered through, leaving Annabeth Chase sitting on her bed, regretting the entire conversation.

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Mini Silverborn Countdown

If you’ve been around for a few years, you’ve seen me vaguely mention a “Silverborn Countdown Challenge” several times. It’s been delayed and changed as many times as the book itself, lol.

If anyone wants sort of a low-stakes, very chill and spaced out version of this ye olde never tackled challenge to complete in the next year before Silverborn, I propose what I’m doing:

Every 3 months leading up to the initial release, I am creating one thing based on each of the books.

January — Nevermoor

April — Wundersmith

July — Hollowpox

#nevermoor #nevermoor fanart #nevermoor fanfic #silverborn #silverborn countdown challenge #thank you theo for reminding me to post abt this on here. I am stealing the “mini” moniker (?) in return. lol.#this was in my drafts and I forgot to post it. happens a lot lol.#anyways if you’re reading this happy new years !#nine masterpost ver 1.0 dropping tomorrow evening prob bc I have had a headache all day and that’s the next time I’m free #now time to sleep. zzzzzz. perhaps I’ll have a prophetic silverborn dream. who knows.#I love giving myself set times to draw nevermoor things or just think about the series bc otherwise I go insane #literally thinking abt this stuff 24/7 it’s all I want to draw. But then I have to hold myself back + then end up never drawing anything lol #I have three big things planned for this like big pieces to work on over awhile and get myself out of my comfort zone #but idk what to draw for this first one. aahhhhh. excited for wundersmith and hollowpox though.#also I want to do a little animation for nevermoorian new years. which is on a leap day this year! how fun!!#I have an eternal nevermoor to-draw list that only gets bigger #sorry to the person that requested some Christmas stuff last year. I missed out and was gonna do it this year. then no time. so next year? 😅#also 🏆 to anyone that ever reads my ramblings in my tags. I am so insane about nevermoor especially. <333

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Stalker Boy ~ Part four

The first week you've spent with Sunwoo has been hell. You gave him attitude, tried to escape three times and was an all-round brat. However, you weren't going to give up. You wouldn't lose.

On the other hand, Sunwoo knew all your tricks and knew the way you were acting was to get a reaction out of him. He found it funny watching you try and escape, only to fall right back into his arms. Sunwoo had decided to let you give up in your own time, he wasn't in any rush.

So, at the moment, you were sat on the sofa, quietly thinking of escape plan number four. Could you try the window? Somehow the front door after he leaves? All these questions racked your brain, until you heard a small bark.

You turned your head so fast you could have got whiplash, but you saw your dog, Buster. Sunwoo stood at the door, a small smirk on his face.

"Buster!" You exclaimed, running over to the dog, fussing him as he jumped at you. He missed you as much as you missed him.

"See, I do nice things." Sunwoo muttered as he locked the front door.

"Why?" You asked, you knew you hadn't been giving him what he wanted.

"Just thought I would, plus I don't like seeing animals suffer." He answered with a shrug, making you scoff.

"But you like seeing humans suffer." You mumbled under your breath, thinking he couldn't hear you, but he did. Sunwoo chuckled and placed a hand on your head gently.

"Oh darling, I only like seeing you suffer." He said.

Sunwoo then walked away, letting you re-connect with your dog. You spent the day, playing with Buster and relaxing, your escape plan totally forgotten.

When it came to dinner, Sunwoo had cooked your favourite. You almost forgot who he was for a moment, seeing him cooking. Buster was now curled up taking a nap as you sat, watching Sunwoo.

"Dinner is served, it's your favourite, my darling." Sunwoo said as he placed the plates down.

You gave him a small smile, but thought, why was he being so nice all of a sudden. Bringing Buster to you, cooking your favourite meal, he hadn't even watched you today, possibly giving you the chance to walk free.

"Sunwoo..." You called.

"Yes, my love." He replied.

"Why are you being so sweet?" You asked, making him chuckle.

"I've realised, me trying to control you is just making you want to misbehave and act like a brat." He answered.

You froze at his words, was he onto your plan then? He must be if he's acting like this. You then thought of something.

"So...if your acting all sweet....can I just leave?" You asked.

Sunwoo looked at you blankly before laughing. He laughed so hard, tears came to his eyes.

"Oh baby, your so funny!" He exclaimed.

"What's so funny about wanting to leave?" You replied with some sass.

"That you think you can actually leave, your mine, my love." He answered.

"Your helping me get better, darling." He added, moving closer to you. He held your hand gently.

"Don't leave me." He whispered.

You felt your heart break, was Sunwoo actually a good guy, but just needed some love and support? You gazed into his doe like brown eyes.

"I....I won't leave you and I'll stop acting like a brat." You agreed with a soft smile.

Sunwoo pulled you into a hug, smirking to himself. His plan had worked perfectly and he had you where he wanted you~

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rosalie-starfall · 5 months

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Miranda Richardson as Queen Mab

Merlin - 1998

#Miranda Richardson #Queen Mab #Merlin #1998 #Queen of the old ways #Queen of the Faires #my gifs #tv : Mini Series #tv : Fantasy #mredits #Yes Please #I would like to formally request Mab stand this close to me #Also the last one has me absolutely swooning #lena headey #Rachel de Thame #Lady Igraine #Guinevere #I am simply a weak Lesbian in love with Queen Mab

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Hoggy Warty Hogwarts

Chapter 1

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Warnings: Angst, Bullying, Sense of Loneliness, Slight Protective Cedric, not proofread ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

A/N: Don’t mind the letter in the gif. It’s related to any Harry Potter movie, but it is relevant to the story as most of my gifs in my docs are.

I’m so glad i finally got around to writing this. I do plan on finishing this, but if my ADHD gets in the way, just remind me.

Also, this is sort of a intro chapter. It’s not as juicy as the main story, but I promise I’m working on the next chapter.

I remembered the first day of my sixth year perfectly. It was the day I first lost my best friend.

Cedric and I exited the Hogwarts Express and we made our way to the thestral-pulled carriages that would take us to Hogwarts. We were accompanied by three other Hufflepuffs who all took turns occasionally sending me mean glares. I didn’t know if it was because I was a Slytherin, or if it was because the man once accused of ratting out his best friend to the Dark Lord was my father. He was recently proven innocent, but some still believe that my father was in fact guilty.

I decided to ignore them and keep my attention on the boy next to me. “My father was acting so weird this morning,” Cedric said as we approached the carriages.

My mind wandered off from Cedric’s speech to gaze upon the mysterious creatures that were about to begin hauling us to the so-called “greatest” wizarding school in the world.

They were horses with a skeleton-like appearance. Their humongous wings looked as if they could cover the sky. And their sleek black appearance was what turned people off of them. Only those that witnessed death could see the magnificent beings. For me, it was my mother, who was taken by death eaters and then killed, for an unknown reason, in front of me. I thanked Merlin that they let me live.

My attention was brought back when my body slammed into one of the carriages. I heard snickering from the Hufflepuffs that Cedric kept in his company. I held myself in pain as a hand reached down for mine.

Cedric sat on the edge of the carriage, offering to help me up. I looked up to see the soft smile the boy offered as I stared into his blueish gray eyes. I accepted Cedric’s hand. I was lifted into the carriage.

When I was completely in the carriage, I couldn’t help but look at the only space left to sit. It was between Cedric and another Hufflepuff. Though I was fine sitting alongside Cedric, I didn’t feel like sitting the entire trip next to his friends, who have yet to say a nice thing to me since the Hogwarts Express.

I failed to notice Cedric watching me as I gazed at the spot with uncertainty. Cedric scooted closer to his friends so that he would sit where I would’ve sat and I could sit where he once sat.

“Staring at the carriages again, Black?” One of the female Hufflepuffs said, mocking me for not paying attention. “You would think that seeing the same old carriages would turn into a bore, but not for Y/N Black.”

“Yeah, why are you so keen on looking at those carriages? They’re nothing special.” this time a male spoke with an added snicker.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at the fact that they mock me, but only I, out of this whole carriage could witness such beauty.

“What’s got you looking so smug?” I look up at the Hufflepuff, keeping the smirk on my lips. I shake my head and look back down. “No. What’s with the look? You know something I don’t? Feel free to share with the class.”

I continued to shake my head at the boy in front of me. “Just leave her alone,” Cedric sighed, giving the boy a stern look. The Hufflepuff clenched his jaw as he looked away from me, trying not to say anything else.

For the rest of the ride no one else spoke to me. The other Hufflepuffs broke off into their own group and talked, while Cedric and I sat quietly. I assumed they were talking about me, because every now and then, one of them would look over towards me either with a glare or a soft snicker. I felt Cedric’s hand hold mine with a firm grip when he began to notice this also. I honestly didn’t mind them talking about me, but the feeling of Cedric’s hand on mine felt comforting.

When we got to Hogwarts, we all crowded into the Great Hall for dinner. The tables were set with table cloths that matched the houses to the tables, and plates and proper silverware for those who sat at the tables.

Because it was the beginning of the year, I was forced to sit at the Slytherin table. I hated being a Slytherin. The whole house was filled to the brim with rich pricks who believed that they were entitled to everything. I wished I was a Gryffindor like my father, or a Hufflepuff, so I could talk to the only person who understood me.

Before dinner, Dumbledor gave his beginning of the year speech, but that wasn’t all. He then began to speak about the Triwizard tournament, in which we would welcome two schools this year.

The first school welcomed was the Beauxbaton Academy of Magic, which was a wizarding school in France. When they entered, they walked with their heads held high and with straight posture. As they got closer, they would gracefully lean toward each side of the room, flaunting their beauty before moving into a slight sprint, releasing butterflies.

When they sat down, the second school, the Durmstrang Institute for Magical Learning, entered with a group of students showing off their fierce moves. They slammed their sticks into the ground, causing the floor to crack beneath them. I watched the boy’s with a look mixed with astonishment and surprise.

I will say that I was greatly disappointed in our presentation to the other schools. We didn’t have any Veela magic or flaming sticks that damaged the floor. No, we had a song. The song alone was enough to be embarrassing, but we also learned that several students were not natural singers. I noticed Draco, who sat some seats away from me, was not impressed. In fact, he was rather irritated by the number. That made me chuckle a little, knowing that he was annoyed.

So much for being the “greatest wizarding school in the world.”

After dinner, we all headed back to our common rooms, the place that I was most at discomfort. The areas of the Slytherin house were marvelous. They were characterized by such beautiful interior design. The students on the other hand did not have as good of luck in that category.

When I’m in here, I would mostly stick to myself and the giant squid that hung around the window. It had such a calming effect, until a first-year would get curious and tap on the glass. The first thing you learn as a Slytherin is- scratch that the second thing you learn as a Slytherin is don’t tap on the glass, because if do then-

Boom!

A giant squid tentacle smashed the window. Everyone in the room stopped to watch. Older students weren’t very fazed, they just gave the first year a mean glare before going back to whatever they were doing. Younger students jumped in their spots, and some watched the tentacle in fright. I don’t know why it was so amusing to watch children get scared. Maybe it was because they were warned, but they still decided to do it anyway. Karma’s a bitch.

The first-year slowly backed out of the emerald green armchair, removing his knees from the cushion. The giant squid retracted his tentacles, and the young Slytherin ran away, probably peeing his pants. I shook my head at the young boy. He was curious, as most children should. He believed the squid to be an urban legend, as most do, but they never attempted to tap the glass. I applauded his bravery, in a way.

Instead of going to the pair of armchairs, like I normally do, I realized I forgot that I placed my book back in my luggage, before getting off the train, so I made a b-line for the girl’s dormitory.

As I walked through the halls of the girl’s dorms, I noticed girls also walking to and from the common rooms. Some walked alone, not speaking a word, while others walked alongside each other, in small groups. Every girl I saw in the halls walked with such elegance.

They flowed through the halls much like the Beauxbaton students did, but it was slightly different. The Beauxbaton students flowed as if they were on a cloud. They moved with a form of elegance that one would appreciate. You could tell the Slytherin girls were rich by how they flowed. They had an elegance that said “I am better than you. Now, get out of my way.” It disgusted me.

I continue to ask myself why the sorting hat chose me to continue the legacy of my ancestors. Why couldn’t I be like my father, who drifted from his family, and found happiness within his chosen path. I felt like an outcast.

I finally made it to my dorm. When I opened the large door, I was stunned by the large room. The room still carried four canopy beds with our trunks at the end, but everything in the room was bigger and nicer than it was the year before. The room was more spacious. Each girl got their own corner of the room, and since I arrived first, I got to choose first.

I body flopped onto the bed closest to the window, showing all the sea life surrounding it. I moved towards the window and gave it a soft tap. A few seconds later, a large eye covered the window. A wide smile appeared on my face as I attempted to hug the window. “Hello, old friend,” I said to the squid. I didn’t know if it could hear me, but what’s the harm in acknowledging it.

The dorm room opened, and suddenly the room was filled with chatter. The giant squid swam away in fright. Before I could do anything they had already seen me. “Look, it seems Black is best friends with the window. I guess it’s good to make imaginary friends with a girl like her,” Samantha Coolridge laughed. Her friends joined in, laughing alongside her before they quietly argued over who would lay in the bed closest to me.

I slowly moved away from the window, acting as if their words didn’t faze me, but they did. For six years, I’ve been forced to share a room with these three girls, and all six years have been hell. Some would even say Samantha was worse than Draco.

Moving towards my trunk, I quickly opened it and grabbed my book and headed out to the common room. I sat down in the arm chairs and stood into space. My book rested against my side. I couldn’t help the negative thoughts that ran through my head as I replayed my entire day.

“I’m alone,” I mumbled to myself.

As if on que, one of the Slytherin prefects called out my name. “Black? Is there a Y/N Black in here?” I flew out of the chair, forgetting my book, and made my way over to them.

“Here,” the prefect said with a snare, handing me a letter. “It’s from your Hufflepuff boyfriend.” They rolled their eyes and walked away from me.

I walked back over to the armchair where my book rested and opened the envelope. I pulled out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding the paper, I began to read:

“Y/N,

Meet me at our spot around midnight. I should’ve finished my rounds by then, but if not, wait for me. I shouldn’t be too long. I have important news to share.

-Your One And Only, Cedric Diggory”

I feel my cheeks warm up at the way he ended the letter. And the fact that he had news intrigued me. I sat the letter in the back of my book so I wouldn’t forget, and continued to read my book.

I can’t wait to escape from here.

A/N: I’m sorry there is not as much Cedric, but there will be in the next chapter.🤭 Plus, we may get a bit of Sirius action also. ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

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Bend The Rules | Mini - Series | Part One.

Summary: Cillian is unhappily married, to someone who doesn’t care about him, surely he can bend the rules? Warnings: Cheating, drama & smut. Pairing: Cillian x Fem!Reader Part: 1/? Requested: No A/N: I know its hard to imagine Cillian cheating but this is complete fiction and his family is made up.

Bend The Rules | Mini - Series

Part One

Spotting his name on your schedule for the first four hours of your day, wasn't what you needed after seven days working in a row.

You had got to know Cillian really well over the first two series of Peaky Blinders, being his wardrobe assistant you spent alot of time, fitting him, dressing him and hanging around off set when he was working, it also meant a lot of your time together was in the close quarters of the wardbrobe truck.

The past two months back on set for series 3 had been different, he was always in some kind of mood, always snapping or giving you the silent treatment.

Constantly glued to his phone which was unlike him, you knew he was married, unhappily married if the gossip was anything to go by.

His bad moods were making your work days less than enjoyable, you had warned Lucinda if he dared snap at you again you were refusing to work with him, Lucinda had rolled her eyes and handed you the keys to the storage closet without another word.

You were sending off emails, answering messages when the light tap on the wall next to your desk disturbed you.

You dragged your eyes from yet another email from Lucinda trying to rope you into a few other jobs in any spare time you had.

"Down for fittings today, for the party scene" Cillian was stood hands shoved into his jean pockets, beanie on his head he looked drained.

You stood up, straightening out your skirt "Hi, oh y/n how are you today?" you laughed lightly at his bluntness.

"Oh fucking grand, its like that is it?" He rolled his eyes, you threw him a glare, putting your paperwork away grabbing your ipad to take down your notes.

"You have the attitude Murphy, not me" you shrugged opening the fitting room door, "Right" he sighed following you, eyes taking in your body from behind, the loose cropped black tshirt, the figure hugging satin skirt and chunky boots.

Cillian was stood in a tight shirt and just his underwear, you'd been overly professional while he dressed and undressed in the small room, with you trying to distract yourself from checking him out.

"Look I am sorry about that" he spoke up as you fixed the bow tie around his neck, he was intently watching you. You stepped back helping him into the suit jacket, you were waiting for an intern to return with the correct suit trousers. "It's fine, it's been a long week" you shrugged as the door opened, you politely thanked the intern taking the trousers, handing them over. "Yeah it has, you got anytime off?" he commented, fastening the trousers, you nodded "This weekend, have you? you look drained" Cillian frowned, staying silent as you took measurements and pictures, watching as you moved around the room.

"The weekend as well, thanks for the compliment" he finally spoke, you shrugged tapping on the iPad. "Look I'm probably being stupid, but I thought we were friends? You've been horrible to work with since filming started" you handed him back the clothes he had come in. Cillian sighed taking them from you "We were, are friends, just a lot going on outside of here that I don't want to share with you, I'm sorry okay?"

"Just get some rest Cill" you headed for the door, turning before you left "just leave the clothes here, I can tidy them up" You didn't look up from your desk as Cillian walked past to head to his next meeting, you had a whole list of cast to see today you didn't need him distracting you.

- You had been sat in the restuarant for nearly an hour, you were sure you'd been stood up, but you were trying your hardest to give Dean the chance to show up once again.

You were watching the door for your blonde haired date. You let out a small groan as you watched the door open, someone you would rather not be near entered, Cillian with some of the other cast.

Fuck sake how embarrasing you were sat alone, on your first night off in weeks, stood up.

They were being seated two tables away, Cillian caught your eye, giving you a nod, you smiled slightly, picking up your wine glass downing the sour red liquid.

Forty five minutes later you were asking for the bill to pay for your four wines, Dean no where to be seen. You slipped on your coat, it had suddenly turned cold in the evenings.

You left the restuarant head down so you didnt make any more eye contact with Cillian.

- You were stood outside, bag under your arm as you tried your hardest to light a cigarette, you sighed when it didn't work for the third time.

"Here let me" Cillian's unmistakeable voice floated over you, he lit your cigarette with a smile. You brushed away a few stray tears "Fuck sorry no idea why im crying" you laughed lightly.

Cillian had lit his own cigarette "Not a nice guy to stand you up like that", You shrugged "He always does"

Cillian laughed slightly frowning at you "Why do you give him the chance too?" You had downed enough wine that evening to tell the truth, you looked Cillian dead in the eyes "He's a good fuck"

You watched as Cillian inhaled sharply "Fair enough, but you definitely deserve better" he dropped his cigarette on the floor stubbing it out.

"Oh yeah? whos going to give me that then? You?" you smirked giving your cigarette the same treatment.

"Well Im married so I don't think thats wise" he stated, watching as you stepped towards the pavement to hail a taxi.

"Wouldn't bother me" you shrugged, turning to look at him as a taxi pulled up "2A Belfort Road" you told him before you opened the door.

Then you slipped into the back of the taxi, eyes never leaving his through the window.

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"you know what would make me really happy? to wake up at 7 am tomorrow just to go outside and build a snowman before everyone else wakes up"

ik maniac was completed but I just need to couple again…. Like extra tall flirty jk with that side of snark???? PUH LEASE MINHEE😫

your wish is my command

Baby It’s Cold Outside

warnings: language (as always), allusions to sex (as always)

a/n: maybe i need to make a masterlist for maniac because I’ve been getting a lot of drabble requests with this couple 0-0

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One thing Jeongguk knew from dating you the past 2 years and 132 days (5 years and 17 days if you counted the time you were dating before the break up but who’s counting), was that you were magnificently ununderstandable. Jeongguk could examine every person in the whole world and wouldn’t be able to find someone like you. Your little jumps after you eat something delicious, your tendency to put your hair up in a ponytail before completing a task and the way you warned Jeongguk about drinking too much but still proceeded to take care of him the next morning despite your mumbled complaints and faux glares were all things he couldn’t understand but really appreciated about you.

But the thing he knew he could never understand despite being in love with you was why you loved winter. Jeongguk wasn’t going to lie, he hated the winter. He hated being cold, but tolerated it to a normal amount. Winter meant freezing mornings with the sun not even being awake for when he had to get up to go to work. Winter meant dead trees and cold feet against the tiles of the kitchen for when he went to make his daily serving of coffee and your tea. It was slippery roads with ice clinging to his pants as he tried to run through the snow in his freezing boots to come home to you. It was just too cold.

But you didn’t see it that way.

Your eyes would sparkle at the first snowflake landing on your nose. You loved going outside and dragging him along to made snow angels and take pictures. And sometimes you seemed to even enjoy being cold. You would laugh joyously even when your cheeks flushed bright red with your fingertips (though he had to admit that it made you look adorable), he just couldn’t understand it. He was continuously bewildered by your behavior.

So when the first 7 inches of pure white evil fluff blanketed the earth, Jeongguk knew that it was only a matter of minutes before you bounced into the living room with your coats to haul him off into that frozen hell. He had to make a plan… to distract you for the next few days until the weather warmed at least.

So that day Jeongguk made sure to rent out your favorite movie and cook your favorite food (though he accidentally burnt it and ultimately got takeout). You (of course) were delighted and had no qualms about staying in. You kissed him passionately after the movie to thank him for being the most thoughtful boyfriend ever, he mostly agreed though he did feel slightly guilty as it was because he didn’t want to go in the snow.

The day after that, you got off work earlier than he did. And before you could even utter a “how was your day,” he hooked his arms around your waist and proceeded to see how deeply he could press your back into the counter with his lips against yours. He was cold. It had snowed again and the only thing he could think about was how much he wanted to fuck you in your shared bed as you tugged at his snow-sprinkled hair.

The next day, he woke you up early in the morning (it was your day off) and drove the two of you to your favorite cafe before ending the night with dinner and some live music in a nearby bar. He loved the last part the most, the singers reminded him of the two of you years ago at the music festival that had ultimately brought the two of you back together. It was warm in all those places, especially with you refusing to let go of his hand in the crowded bar.

By the fourth day, he started to feel guilty. You were coming home in a few minutes and he didn’t have a plan… he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to make one. It felt… manipulative… to take you on dates just because he didn’t want to go in the snow.

“I’m home!” Your cheeks were flushed under your scarf as you hung your keys on the rack with a jingle, “Jeongguk, you would not believe what I saw outside!”

Oh, Jeongguk believed it. He saw how it snowed another 3 inches the night before. It was time to come clean.

“Y/N… love, I have something to confess…”

You frowned, “Is it urgent?”

“Slightly?!”

“Serious?”

“Quite so…”

“Are you hurt?”

“…No.”

You thought for a moment, “Will it hurt me?”

He hesitated, “maybe…”

You nodded solemnly before sitting on the couch next to him, “Jeongguk… what’s wrong?”

Jeongguk sucked a breath in through his teeth, “It’s cold outside.”

You smiled, “Yes.”

“It’s snowing. Y/N, you know I don’t like the cold…”

You rolled your eyes, “Of course, you whine about it every morning when you bring me my tea before putting your cold feet on my back.”

Jeongguk huffed before looking back at your held hands, “I- Just… I didn’t want to go outside and I knew you were going to ask me the last few days so I’ve been trying to distract you with all the spontaneous dates and I-" Jeongguk hesitated at your furrowed brows, "What I'm trying to say is… I'm sorry."

"So…" You repeated slowly, “You’ve been taken me on all these amazing random dates and fucking me because you didn’t want to go outside in the snow, but now you’re apologizing because it feels manipulative…?”

Jeongguk paused before replying with a hesitant, “Yes, except for the sex. I just wanted to sleep with you.”

He didn’t really know what to expect after that, were you going to be angry? Sad? Should he sleep on the couch or were you going to kick him out of the apartment before he was able to utter another word? Should he grab a blanket or-

But he didn’t anticipate you laughing.

And quite boisterously too.

He stared at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape… did he finally drive you insane?!

“Jeongguk,” You laughed through tears (shit there were tears), “I didn’t even ask you if you wanted to go outside yet.”

Jeongguk didn’t know how to respond except with an, “Oh?”

You shook your head as you gasped for air, “Jeongguk, you’re an idiot. If you don’t want to go outside you can just tell me.”

“But if I say that you’re gonna do that thing.”

“What thing?” You finally calmed down.

“Y’know.” He crossed his arms as if the answer was obvious, “That thing.”

“What thing?!”

“The,” Jeongguk cocked his head before blinking slowly and pouting. “You know I’ll go outside with you every time if you do that.” He scoffed.

You shook your head with a small smile before flicking the underside of his chin, “I didn’t know you were that weak to my aegyo.”

He rolled his eyes before pulling you into his lap, “Well I am.” He leaned his head against your chest, “I’m sorry for tricking you.”

You played with the strands of his mullet at the base of his neck, “You didn’t trick me, you just picked an activity you would much rather do with me than going outside.” You pulled away from him slightly to look at him before pressing a chaste kiss on his lips, “And I liked all of them because I got to do them with you.”

“Cheesy.” He grumbled.

“And it makes you happy.” You smirked, pressing another kiss against his lips. This time he wrapped his arms against your waist to deepen the kiss, your hands moved to the base of his head once again to pull at the strands, making him gasp slightly against your mouth, “you know what would make me really happy?” You mumbled against his mouth before pulling away, “to wake up at 7 am tomorrow just to go outside and build a snowman before everyone else wakes up.”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes and sighed, “It’s cold.”

“But Jeonggukkkkkkk.”

“There’s the thing again.” He sighed and slumped into the couch in defeat, “Go get our gloves, I’ll meet you outside in 5 minutes.”

You ran into your closet while yelling, “You better not ambush me with snowballs!”

“No promises!”

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random-fandom-whump · 2 years

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Dinotopia (2002) ↳ By Request

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soubi122 · 4 months

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Spider's Web - PT 3 - Final

Part 3 of the request.

Warnings: smut, language, mentions of murder, mentions of drugs, drama, angst, violence, cheating, heartbreak, threats, and of course Ran is a warning all on it's own.

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No One Dies From Love

Morning light began to bleed through your blinds as you felt warmth kiss your face. Waking up, you felt happy - it was different. You have something to look forward to. Ran… His name was the first thing that crossed your mind. Turning over to your side, you hug your pillow and bury your face into it wishing it was him. Feeling your heart rate spike, you took a deep breath and paused. Five, four, three, two…one. You exhale and do your best to calm yourself. It was hard to imagine that you were falling apart for him like this. Only after one kiss, one fuck - his words echoed in your head. All mine… He fucked you like he owned you, like he loved you - was this really make up sex?

Getting up, you get ready for work and try to hide the glow. You could see it as clear as day in the mirror. Even when trying to put your makeup on you had trouble keeping a straight face as you kept thinking about him. You ended up washing your face twice because of how you kept messing up or smeared your mascara from screwing your eyes shut at the thought of him fucking you. Your final attempt was a little easier as you opted for a simple look. Though you could still see the glow - you crossed your fingers and hoped that Kokonoi wouldn’t ask about it. Damn, it was a little too warm to wear a turtleneck shirt, you had no choice as Ran’s bites and marks were hard to hide under make up.

Walking into the building you felt strong, confident and most importantly - you were sure about your feelings for him. The butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t stop as the elevator ascended. The numbers kept blinking in slow motion, your heart was on your sleeve and you took a deep breath before you reached the top floor. As the doors opened, you stepped out and headed to your office as usual and managed not to run into any of the admins or executives. Things looked normal, you weren’t getting any odd looks or anything. Perfect, everyone had gone home before you and Ran got into it.

Within 5 minutes of your arrival, Sanzu walked into your office. “Good morning, sweetheart.” Usually you would anticipate something whenever he walked into your office. “Sanzu.” You reply. However, something about your reply made him stop in his tracks. He paused and back tracked to close the door behind him. What the hell was going on? He walked back to you but instead of taking a seat across from your desk, he went around and sat on the corner of your desk. “What?” You question him as he leaned in close to your face. He was analyzing you and when he looked into your eyes, he backed away almost immediately. “What?!” You say again while standing up from your chair.

He covers his mouth, almost as if he’s hiding his smile or biting his tongue. “You…you got laid, didn’t you?” Huh? Wait, is the glow that noticeable? You felt heat on your cheeks and looked away while scoffing. “You’re high, aren’t you?” A loud clap of his hands and chuckle had you feeling embarrassed all of sudden. “You ain’t denying it.” Crap. If it’s one thing about him, he’s super perceptive with people and there were no secrets. Trying to wave him off, he didn’t budge - he wanted to know how and who? “You’re kind of a gossipy bitch, aren’t you?” You chuckle. He kind of has to be in order to keep tabs on everyone and everything. It was his job, what if the person you ended up screwing was a cop or something. He didn't want you to become a threat.

He kept trying to make you spill the tea but you refused. “You can’t hide it, (Y/N). It’s written all over your face.” He was right. His pestering got worse when he saw your marks, it turned into a small wrestling scuffle that ended with him in a headlock. He didn’t mind it, nothing beats having a pair of tits pressed to his face. The sudden sound of a third voice made you both turn around and face Kokonoi who was standing by the doorway. Oh shit… You think to yourself and separate while clearing your throat. “The contracts you had me send out yesterday arrived this morning as planned.” You say and elbow Sanzu in the ribs so that he could keep his mouth shut. The whole scene was obviously suspicious to Kokonoi but he didn’t question it. He had more pressing matters at hand.

“We have a formal dinner scheduled at the end of the week. Your attendance is mandatory. It’s essentially a merger.” He says and notices that you’re wearing a turtleneck. “You know it’s too hot for that, right?” The tone in his voice was almost calling you guilty. Sanzu turned to look at you and smirked. “He’s right, why don’t you take it off?” With that you kicked him out of your office but Kokonoi stayed behind. He was next to interrogate you. He thought you had something going with Sanzu, that’s why he was pestering you and taunting you. Laughing it off as just a silly little teasing, you assured him that there was nothing between you two. Besides, the loose cannon that he is - you weren’t sure if you’d last more than a day with him.

Kokonoi gave you some advice before he left your office. “Listen, don’t mix work with pleasure. We often have to use ourselves to close deals.” The way he said it, it almost sounded like they were prostitutes, well high end prostitutes. “Hajime…have you…?” It was rather personal but he trusted you enough to be honest. “Yes, it’s the price we pay to take Bonten to greater heights. Our goal is to control larger corporations and businesses so that we can safely operate and also move into overseas territory. If we have to play house…we will.” Something about his words made your stomach uneasy. So does that mean that everyone here has said ‘I do’ at some point? To lie and deceive someone with ‘I love you’ was cruel. It didn’t cross your mind that Ran could be playing house right now. “One more thing princess…do heed my words carefully. I mean it, stay away from him and don’t sleep with anyone here.” The tone was ominous, Kokonoi was giving you a warning.

The entire day, you were left with that thought in your head - how many times have they broken hearts or how many times did they have to lay with someone they didn’t love in order to take everything from them? The more you thought about it, the more you felt a pang in your chest at the thought of Ran deceiving you again. Towards the end of the day, you gathered the needed documents and headed to Ran’s office to have a talk. He said he would talk to you today - you needed to know the truth.

Heading into his office, you knock but hear no response. Peeking inside you see that his desk was empty. He may have been still dealing with that emergency from last night. Carefully, you set the documents down for him to deal with when he comes back. Since you didn’t have his contact information, you opted to leave him a note. Searching his desk for the memo paper, you noticed that the ring you saw previously was still there. Picking it up you examine it and it looks rather expensive. He always had an expensive taste - you wouldn’t put it past him to buy an engagement ring for himself. He’s done it before. Heading home for the day, you crossed your fingers that Ran would find your note.

A few hours after you left Ran walked into the empty office - his fiance kept him busy all morning and afternoon. He couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. Upon entering his office, he noticed his documents were neatly organized and ready for him to review. The separate note on his desk caught his attention, he saw the address on it and knew it was yours by your handwriting.

Urgent: 12-1, Nishigokencho, Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo #2102

Sighing, he knew he had to nip this in the bud. However, with him missing a whole day - he had to quickly sign off on these documents as they were needed before the end of the week. He made sure to let his fiance know that he was staying overnight in the office so she wouldn’t call while he was working or with you. By the time he finished, it was already 2:00 am and he wondered if you were still awake. He opted to drive by the building to see if the lights were still on.

In the car, he could feel a tightening sensation in his chest as he got closer to your home. He was thinking of how to word everything carefully. Perhaps letting you know that he had to focus on an arranged marriage, maybe sprinkling in a lie or two that it was just sprung on him hence the emergency. There was no need for you to find out that it has been going on for over a year. Right?

As he approached the building, it looked like all the lights were out, except for one. There is a good chance it was your unit. You did wait for him for 6 months after he got arrested for the Kanto Incident. Walking up to the building he felt his heart in his throat and a knot in his stomach. It wasn’t like him to feel bad for breaking hearts but it was different with you. He regretted it everyday when he was forced to leave you behind.

*flash back* Almost a month at the detention center, the ex Tenjiku members were met with someone who rivaled Izana’s cruel nature. After they all got their asses handed to them and were essentially forced to join Rokuhara Tendai, you were brought up in a conversation.

Haitani, South isn’t like the others. He shows zero mercy and has multiple people waiting for him to be released to even the score. If you care about her…you need to let her go before you get released. Mucho’s words struck a chord. Ran was the only one who had someone waiting for him to be released. No. Was the immediate response. There was no way someone would be that stupid to try and take what is his. Though they were the vicious generation, they still had somewhat of a conscious left in them.

Aniki (兄貴), do you want to relive Izana’s death? Do you think you handle what Sano Manjiro had to go through? Rindou chimed in and it made his blood boil. To bring them up wasn’t fair. Emma was there at the wrong place at the wrong time, she happened to end up as collateral damage and… Well shit, he knew it wasn’t going to be easy as you promised to stay by his side through thick and thin. After 5 years of going through so much together, even though you knew about Emma - you still remained loyal to him. To leave you behind even after all this?

Even after he got released, he hoped that you wouldn’t bother with trying to talk to him. However, seeing how you were devoted to him - he had no choice but to push you so far off the deep end that he hated himself for it. *end flashback*

Hitting the call button in the lobby, he hoped that you would be asleep but the sound of your sleepy voice sounded like sweet honey to his ears. “It’s me…” He said rather firmly. You say a soft ‘ok’ and buzz him into the building. Ran soon found your unit and knocked on the door, he kind of backed away to give himself some space.

Upon opening the door, he wasn’t ready for the sight in front of him. You were standing there with your pj’s on. It wasn’t anything fancy or sexy but the amount of skin that showed…he couldn’t help but stare. The hem of your lilac shorts was hovering just barely above your cheeks and your white beater was thin enough to where he could almost see your nipples. He was too distracted to notice the scars on your body. Rubbing your eyes, you yawn and smile softly. Swallowing hard, he opted to remain in the hallway rather than coming inside. He knew the moment he did - he wouldn’t be able to hold back. “I thought you weren’t gonna come.” You say and open the door wider for him to come in, it gives him a full view of your sinful body. Standing his ground, he cleared his throat and only moved closer to the door frame.

“(Y/N)...listen, we need to-” He began before being interrupted by the neighbor who lived across the hall from you. He was coming home from a night out and was totally hammered. “Whoa…(Y/N)” Oh boy, this was the guy who always tried his hardest to flirt with you and get you to go out with him. “Oh, hey…” You say awkwardly as you notice his stumbling. You hoped he wouldn’t say anything stupid as Ran had a short temper when it came to having his attention snatched. “This guy your boyfriend er sumthin’?” He slurs his speech and comes a little closer. “We’re kind of in the middle of-” You began to say but were cut off by your drunk neighbors' disgusting words. “Your tits are showin’…fucking nice. Can I touch ’em?” He says while reaching out and almost bypasses Ran into your unit. What followed was the guy being yanked back by the back of his neck and slammed against the wall. “The fuck do you think you’re doin', huh?!” Ran raises his voice and you could see the enmity in his face. Fucking with Boten was one thing but pissing off a Haitani was much worse. Before Ran could land a blow to the guy's face, you pulled him away and got in between him and the neighbor. “He’s drunk - it’s not worth it.” You say and push him back with your body. The neighbor only smirked when he got a full view of your figure and licked his lips. It set Ran off. Before you knew it, the guy was on the floor with Ran on top of him. “Fucking piece of shit!” Small specs of blood splattered against you both as he was landing more and more blows.

Knowing he has no restraint, you had to act fast to stop him or else he would end up killing your neighbor. With one hard push, you managed to get him off the unconscious man and shove him into your apartment. “Are you out of your mind?!” you yell and try holding him back. Slamming the door behind you, you kept Ran from going back out there as he was trying to push past you. “I’ll fucking kill him!” He was yelling and not listening. With Ran enraged and raising his voice - you were worried that the other residents would come out and hear him yelling from behind your door. This would mean trouble to you, Ran and Boten if the cops are called.

With no other ways to shut him up, you pulled him into a kiss to smother the flames. He tried stopping you but you didn’t waiver and deepened the kiss. “I’ll…fucking kill…him” Slowly, he began to settle and you were pushing against him, moving him away from the door. “Focus on me…” You say between kisses and guide him to your bedroom. Ran could only feel the warmth grow in his chest and wrapped his arms around your waist. Feeling his hands wander along your curves, you knew his mind was now elsewhere and you successfully distracted him. “Good boy.” You say coyly and push him back into your mattress.

Ran could only look up at you and admire your beauty. The low lights gave you a glow. There was something sinister in the way you looked at this moment, disheveled with tiny specs of blood on you and the desire in your eyes. He couldn’t look away nor help the tent that was forming in his slacks. He’s always seen the sweet and innocent side to you, he’s never seen you with so much strength and power. This was the opposite of what he was used to with you. He’d be the one to prey on you, on top and taking control, but right now…he was your prey.

Taking your top off, his eyes widened at seeing your almost bare figure, he was too entranced with your breasts that he overlooked your scars. Crawling on top of him and straddling him, you began to unbutton his shirt. “(Y/N)...wait…” He says and pants when he feels you grinding your heat against him. Dipping down to place kisses on his chest, you slowly move your way up and lock lips with him. Feeling him throb between your legs it made your body shudder. Taking his hands, you place them on your chest, making him cup your breasts. His hands began to toy with your nipples out of reflex - just the same way he would before. Feeling himself diving deeper into you, he sits up just enough to place a pert nipple in his mouth. His tongue was making a mess out of you, with the amount of friction and teasing - you were in a daze.

“Ran, I need you…” You moan and run your hands through his hair. Tugging his hair, you pulled him away from your chest to look down at him, those beautiful lavender orbs were in haze. Gently you leaned in and kissed him, sliding your tongue into his mouth to taste him and let your tongues dance. The slow burn of your touch was making his mind mush - he almost forgot why he came to see you in the first place. You needed to know the truth, you deserved to know and had to let him go.

Forcing a stop to all motions, he pulled away and kept you at a distance by holding you in place. Confused, you look at him and notice the discord in his eyes. “Ran..?” You ask him and remain still. Was he having second thoughts of coming here? “We can’t…we can’t do this.” He said without looking at you. Feeling your heart stop, your body tensed and you immediately cup his face. “Look at me…” The low tone had him afraid to look you in the eye. What if he sees the you from 12 years ago? Your broken face haunted him for a year after your bitter separation. If you were to look at him like that again, he will have to live with it for the rest of his miserable life.

“Is there someone else?” You ask softly and hold your breath. Something inside you knew, it knew that Kokonoi’s words were not just a warning. He wanted you to know the truth but it wasn’t his place to tell you. Ran sighs and releases the hold on your arms. So it’s true… You think to yourself and feel a sharp pain in your chest. “Do you love her?” Your question held more weight than he could handle. “We’re getting married…” He said but didn’t answer your question. If you knew any better, you’d say he thinks he loves her or at least feels something more for her.

You became the other woman without knowing it. It stung. It hurt. “Why did you- oh god…” Your voice cracks and you wipe the tears from your eyes. Now you knew the gods hated you, when you found something good in life - they gave you hope only to end up ripping it away from you. “I tried to keep you at bay but failed. When I saw another man's hands on you…I lost it.” He explains. His response only made you feel worse. Ran only acted out of jealousy because he felt his ego get bruised. It wasn't because he still loved you. The lump in your throat was making it harder to breathe. You were a fool to think that he would love you again. If only the ground would swallow you whole, you'd let it erase you from the world and from his memory. You have nothing else to hold on to. Clutching your chest, you struggled to suck air into your lungs and felt sick.

Ran saw his world crumble again. He's hurt you yet again, only worse this time. Getting off of him, you sit on your bed with your back facing him. Covering yourself, you choke back sobs and tell him to leave. Ran sat up and remained at the edge of your bed. The sound of your soft sobbing filled the room, you were trying so hard not to burst out crying - it was too much. “I only came here to tell you this but things just got out of hand…” He confesses and turns to look at you. You were on your knees, hugging yourself with your head hung low. It made him wonder how many times he's made you and other women get like this.

His heart dropped when he noticed the many scars and discoloration of spots on your skin. “(Y/N)... Those scars… How did-” He stopped himself midway when he realized that he left you unprotected after the breakup. Mucho's words rang in his head, they were no different from South - they had enemies waiting for them the entire time. How long did you have to suffer because of him? The enemies they had went after you and had no mercy - they thought you were still Ran Haitani’s woman. What better way to get even by hurting the one thing he loves?

You flinched when you felt his fingers trace each scar softly, each one was a reminder of the hell you went through when he walked out of your life. “Who did this to you?” He asked softly. The shame and guilt was eating away at him. How could you still love him? “Do you remember their faces?” He continued to ask questions. However, you refused to answer them - the past was the past. It was the price you paid for loving him. “Don't…” You say and move away from him. It hurts to see you like this - broken from the inside and out. To think that you were ready to give into him knowing that was the cause of all your dismay.

“Do you honestly still love me?” The question slipped through his tongue without a second thought as to what he was unleashing. With tear filled eyes you turned to look at him. “I never stopped loving you. Regardless of how many times your words replayed in my head, no matter how many times I kept clawing my way out of the mess you left behind - I still love you.” You confess and take his hand to make him cup your face. Leaning into his touch you felt the warmth on his palm. Ran could feel your tears roll down his skin. It broke his heart, the woman he wanted to save was torn to shreds because of him and yet she still loves him.

“We’ll find them and-” He began to say but stopped himself. Who else was there to blame but him? There was a moment of silence between you two that seemed to last an eternity. “I'm sorry… I should go.” Ran says with regret on his tongue as he retracts his hand. This wasn't the way he wanted to leave you. He stood up and began to walk away, the ache in his chest grew worse as he approached the front door. He admits he made a mistake by leaving you the way he did, for backing you into a corner, for claiming you and then telling you about his fiance. The blurred image of him walking away threw you into a maelstrom of regret.

The sound of your soft footsteps made him turn around. To his surprise you embrace him, burying your face into his chest and cry. Between sobs you try to speak. “Just for tonight, stay…say you love me one last time - even if you have to lie to me. After this I promise that I will let you go…” It was wrong, you knew it was wrong to ask this of him but your emotions were getting the best of you. “I won’t ask anything else of you…just for tonight… be mine again.” Your words hit him hard, as conflicted as he was, he knew he couldn’t say no.

Slowly his hands reached to cup your face to tilt it up, leaning down to place a tender kiss on your lips he began to guide you back into your room. Once in, he gently laid you down - he was being so careful, almost as if you were made of glass. Lowering himself to kiss your neck and collarbone he could feel your body shudder. Leaving opening mouth kisses, he let his hand travel south to pull your shorts and panties down. Breathy moans were escaping your throat as he teased your slit. Those long fingers gathered your slick and pushed past your entrance to feel your heat. Pulsing, your walls clenched around his lithe fingers. Latching on to your nipple, he picked up from there he left off and began to suck - using his tongue to tease the pebbled nub.

The sensations building up inside you were eating away at you. It was a constant fight between desire, being right and wrong, love and hate. He will go back to her at first light - this will be the last time you will ever get to have him, maybe even the last time you will ever see him. You were snatched out of your thoughts when Ran traced circles on your clit. It made your breath hitch and your back arch. Releasing your nipple from his mouth, he leaned on his elbow to get the full view of your face as the pleasure rippled through your core. Though your tear stained cheeks still made an ache in his chest, he drank in your expressions and picked up his pace. The obscene sounds of your slick only added more fuel to your fire.

Your moans kept getting louder as he put more pressure on your bundle of nerves. “Ran…ahn, I’m cumming!” His gaze never left you. Even the moment he felt your release coat his fingers and wrist, he kept his eyes on you. He wanted to keep this moment etched into his memory for as long as possible. Regardless of him being unfaithful, you occupied his headspace and would forever hold a place there - even after tonight. After coming down from your high, he placed a kiss on your forehead. “(Y/N)... I want you to ride me, can you do that for me?” He whispers into your skin, his heavy tone makes a shiver run down your spine.

Humming a breathy ‘yes’, you turn on your side and undress him. Feeling every muscle, every vein on his arms and that perfect V that was carved on to his hips had you in a trance. Through the dim light you could see his signature tattoos. You remembered the first time you laid eyes on them. Exposing them little by little, Ran kept you guessing as to how far up they go. Even when he would wear something that exposed the skin on his leg, you were filled with curiosity. Tracing his tattoos with your fingertips, he closed his eyes and smiled softly. He too was remembering the past. Oh how your pretty little doe eyes glossed over when he showed you everything.

“If there is one thing that never gets old is seeing your face when I take off my shirt.” He chuckles and removes the rest of his clothing. With your attention being snatched from his abs to his throbbing member, you pause to take in his whole body. Ran stroked himself as you devoured him with your eyes. The hunger behind your eyes was visible. Pushing him onto his back, you climb on top of him, hovering just enough so that could continue stroking himself. Seeing him beneath you like this, he was perfect. He was toned, handsome, gorgeous and he was yours. Even if it's only for tonight - he was yours.

His left hand placed itself on your hip and lowered you onto his tip. The stretch burned. Your hands immediately placed themselves on his chest so that you could steady yourself. You were struggling and he felt it. “Come on baby… You’re doing so well.” He pants and hisses as you sink down a little further. The way your cunt was swallowing his length, it had him on cloud 9 and he knew he was too big for you. He always was. Finally, you sink all the way down and look at him - he had the same look he always gave you when you were on top. Lips parted, a cocky smile and his little praise. “Good girl…” You wondered how the hell you managed to sleep with him every day and not be sore.

Rolling your hips, you dragged his length along your velvet walls and whimpered at feeling him throb inside you. “Do you - ngh… remember our first time?” You moan between words and smile. “I cried… yet you were so patient with me.” Hearing you say this, he feels your walls adjusting to him and he gently rolls his hips with you. With his right hand he reached out to cup your cheek. Perhaps his dream was a premonition. “Mmh, you wanted to go again right after though.” He chuckles and pulls you in. It was true, you cried and struggled but when he made you cum and he finished- you wanted to go again. He gave you everything that night.

Feeling comfortable enough to move faster, you pulled away and began to bounce up and down his length. Ran didn’t know where to look - your blissful face, at your perky tits or down to the space that connected the two of you. The sensual pace made him place both his hands on your hips, he was guiding your movements and pushing you down further so that his tip could kiss your cervix. Nothing could compare to this moment, it was full of love, desire, sin, pain and betrayal.

The echoes of your moans filled the room along with the lewd sounds of skin colliding. You could feel him in your throat, that’s how hard he kept slamming you down into him. The jolts of electricity that ran down your spine had you moaning his name louder and louder. You didn’t care if your neighbors could hear, you wanted them to hear - especially the one who was probably still laying outside of your apartment door.

Ran began to reach a point where he was thrusting up into you. Realizing that your nails were leaving indents into his chest, you quickly moved your hands and placed them on the mattress - caging his head between your arms. You didn’t want to leave any more evidence behind. If his fiance sees them it may come back to bite you in the ass. Technically you could care less but if this was for Bonten’s sake, you could not leave any marks on him. He noticed. If only things would have gone down differently, you could have left him all the marks you wanted - hell, he’d even get something tattooed on his skin for you. A permanent mark of love and devotion.

That undeniable sensation crept up your spine and formed heat in your belly. You were close. The pace turned sloppy and you both were fucking each other, it was no longer considered making love - both of you were so close. Nirvana was just within reach, your emotions were running high and your sweet voice called out to him. Repeating his name over and over again, he was taking you higher and higher. Ran pulled you into a sloppy kiss, the way he devoured - he knew what was about to slip past his tongue. “Fuck…(Y/N), I love you.” That husky tone and hearing him say the words you longed for threw you over the edge. Feeling yourself come undone, you say it back with a honied tone. Even if you knew he was lying it’s what you wanted to hear.

Clenching around his length, he felt his cord snap and his feral grunts only elevated your orgasm. Your thighs trembled as he slowed his pace, he was making sure to fill you to the brim, not one single drop would be wasted and he made sure of that by keeping you tightly in place. You could feel the spurts of cum on your cervix, if he wanted a baby - he made sure his seed would make it through your womb.

Collapsing onto his chest, you try to catch your breath and focus on the sounds of his heart beat. It was the white noise you didn't know you were conditioned to. “Ran…” You say softly and take in the scent of his skin. He hums a 'yes' and rolls you over to your side. Not wanting to look up at him, you hide your face by burying it into his neck and mutter a few words. “Can't hear you baby, say it again.” He teases and cups your chin, tilting it up so he can see your pouty face.

His eyes were warm and sincere. The soft smile that formed in your face made him pull you closer. “I will always love you.” You needed to say it before he leaves, you wanted for him to hear it one last time and know that you meant it. Even though this was goodbye, you were happy just knowing that he gave you the chance to show him you still loved him. Both of you lay intertwined with each other until your eyelids get heavy, falling asleep next to each other as if you were true lovers - there was no better feeling than this.

A few hours later you were woken up by the sound of someone banging at your front door. Slowly turning over you reached for the other side of your bed and it was empty. Jolting up you realized that Ran was already gone. There was a slight sense of disappointment but he kept his promise, this was the last time. The knocks on your door persisted until you yell from across your bedroom. “I’m coming, give me a minute!” Getting dressed and putting a baggy hoodie on to hide your neck, you answered the door and were greeted by two police officers. “Sorry to bother you Miss, but there was an assault that took place last night out here in the hallway and we were wondering if you heard or seen anything?” The cops looked you up and down to analyze your body language. You had completely forgotten about your neighbor that Ran almost beat half to death.

Yawning, you say shake your head no. “I’m very sorry to hear that, I sleep with earplugs in as the neighbor across the hall tends to be very loud at night - who got assaulted? Are they ok?” You ask innocently knowing damn well what happened. The cops mentioned that it was indeed your neighbor but the guy was too intoxicated to remember what happened and was of no help. After taking a few more statements, they gave you their card and went on their way. You thank the undergods that they didn’t notice a thing nor press any further. Now if he were to recall what happened, that would be a problem that you would have to handle on your own - you could not involve Ran. Though you might just ask Sanzu to help you.

Moving on with your day, you showered, cleaned up and got ready for work. You tried your best to avoid letting your eyes wander in search of a glimpse of Ran. With your heart still in your hands, you did your best to plaster a smile on your face and move forward - just like before. Throughout the day you didn’t see Ran at all or even hear him, he must have not shown up for work today. You didn’t blame him, it was a lot to keep under wraps - especially since he stayed the night at your place.

Before the end of the day Rindou walked into your office and you felt a slight sense of anxiety. “Mr. Haitani, what can I do for you?” You say without looking at him. “You can drop the Mr. All of Ran’s documents will be taken care of by me - he’s on leave until the end of the week.” He says while taking a seat across from your desk. He sat there waiting for you to look at him. Lifting your eyes you see that he was struggling with what to say. “Rindou…what is it?” You ask cautiously. He exhales and you fear the worse. “Aniki (兄貴) is…well better for you to hear it from me than get blindsided - Ran is getting married. Keep clear from him, this is a business proposal that cannot go wrong. I’m not saying this because I want to hurt your feelings. But I cared about you too, you know.” How sweet of him, I guess his guilty conscience was eating away at him this whole time. Not wanting for this conversation to go any further, you hummed an ‘I know’ and continued working.

For a moment Rindou thought he was going to have to deal with tears, screams and heartbreak. However, your reaction was enough to put his mind at ease. “So you’re over him then?” He says and leans back on the chair, almost as if he was relieved of some pressure. “My world once revolved around Ran but we’re done. We’re adults now and handled it as such - we are nothing more than strangers to each other at this point.” Good fucking job (Y/N)! Your inner voice praises you for saying everything in such a calm demeanor. As much as you hated admitting it but you knew it was true. You two are nothing but strangers now.

By the end of week you were asked by Kokonoi to prepare for the dinner that was being held. He did say it was a merger, you expected everyone there - including Ran. Mentally preparing yourself for this wasn’t easy. You had to act normal in front of everyone, one wrong move and it’s over - especially if Sanzu notices anything. Kokonoi was picking you up and he made sure to brief you on the guest of honor. His large assets were essential to Boten. Seeing how you cleaned up oh so nicely, he teased you a little - “(Y/N), if the old man wants a piece - you better be ready to put out.” Scoffing at his ridiculous joke, you tap his arm and say no. Truth be told, if Mikey says jump, you have to say ‘how high?’.

Arriving at the venue, you notice that there were a lot more people than expected but something felt off. You thought this was a business event, not a celebratory dinner - there were some people smiling and hugging each other as if this were a family reunion. Before you could even ask, Sanzu pulled you aside and made you twirl for him. His low whistle made you giggle. “You know…after this bullshit event, why don’t we head out?” What followed was Kokonoi whisking him away from you. You were so caught up socializing and introductions that you completely forgot the question in hand. Well, that is until the announcement was made. “Ladies and gentlemen, we thank you for coming out tonight in celebration of this wonderful event. Tonight we honor not only Mr (guest of honor) but also his daughter and future son-in-law’s engagement. Please give a big round of applause to (Fiance’s name) and Ran Haitani.” You froze for a split second before subconsciously clapping your hands. The room was beginning to spin and you felt nauseous. You didn’t want to be here for this, you promised to let him go but that didn’t mean that you had to attend his wedding nor any kind of function where you would see them together.

From the other side of the room, you spot Ran and his fiance walking hand in hand to the center of the room. They both looked so happy. Your breathing becomes unsteady and Kokonoi notices. It was hard to keep your eyes away from Ran. Leaning in to whisper in your ear, Kokonoi says something that makes tears well in your eyes. “You still love him, don’t you?” He knew what he was doing, he omitted mentioning that this was an engagement party rather than a formal business event. “You also fucked him after I told you not to get involved with him or anyone else in the office.” Your blood ran cold and you felt your throat tighten up. He knew everything. How did he find out? There was no way for him to know unless…

Of course, of fucking course - he’s been tapping your home since day one. It was protocol, all new hires were to undergo one full year of surveillance. He knew everything that went down when Ran came to your house. No wonder your neighbor doesn’t remember shit, Kokonoi possibly paid him off or paid the cops off. This was his way of putting you back in line. “What now, Hajime? Are you putting me down?” You say in a low tone. You were prepared to be silenced. Kokonoi only smirked and didn’t answer your question. Turning to look at him, you questioned him again - “Hajime…it’s over. We let go of each other and it won’t happen again.” You tried to reassure him. “I know it won’t. Now look at him and wave.” He retorts without even looking at you.

In the distance Ran spotted you amongst the crowd and felt a sting in chest. However, dread soon took over when he saw Kokonoi next to you - he was looking dead at him and was saying something. When you began to wave as instructed, Kokonoi made the finger gun gesture and pointed at you while keeping eye contact with Ran. He mouthed the words ‘Bang’. Ran lost color in his face and his hearing was fading in and out. “Ran, are you ok? You look kind of pale.” His fiance says and snaps him out of it. Looking at her, he quickly composes himself and nods, giving her a quick peck on the lips. When he turned to look in your direction, both you and Kokonoi were gone and nowhere in sight….

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