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moonstruckme · 2 months

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could i request poly!marauders with reader who has trouble sleeping/insomnia pls? it’s so frustrating not being able to sleep and seeing everyone sleeping and then having a raging head and being exhausted throughout the days,,, just want someone to make the nights a little less stressful :((

Sorry for the long wait sweetness! Thanks for requesting

modern au

poly!marauderes x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You want desperately to know what time it is. With the blackout curtains covering the windows and the digital clock stowed away in the drawer of the nightstand, it’s impossible to guess whether the sun is rising outside or if it’s only an hour past when you went to bed. You honestly have no idea. It feels like you’ve been lying here for an eternity, willing yourself to relax, but in your experience it’s equally likely that ten minutes have gone by.

It’s that much worse with your boyfriends snoozing all around you. You envy Sirius’ open-mouthed snore. You feel trapped. You want to be sleeping with them but you can’t, so you want them to be awake with you, but waking them would be cruel. When you’d first gone to bed James had held you up against him, but it hadn’t taken long after he’d fallen asleep for him to roll over, unconsciously abandoning you between his and Remus’ backsides. Remus is a light enough sleeper that you know he’ll wake if you try to get out of bed, so you’re stuck here, staring into the formless black of your room, not knowing how much longer you have to endure it.

Eventually you sit up on your elbow, reaching over Remus to check the time on your phone. Your hand is arrested just above the nightstand.

“What,” Remus’ voice is croaky. “What’re you doing?”

You don’t answer, knowing an honest one will only earn you a scolding. Remus rolls over and takes you hand with him. You can just barely see the outline of his head in the darkness, but you can feel his warm breath fanning across your face.

“You know it’s only going to make things worse,” he says quietly.

“It's worse not knowing,” you whisper.

Remus sighs, rubbing his thumb into the meat of your palm. Some of your apprehension eases just from having him awake with you. “I’m sorry, sweet girl.” His voice is barely a murmur, but you can feel James starting to stir at your back. “I still think we have to try what the doctor said for now, okay?”

He pushes his warm palm flat against yours, coaxing a small “okay” out of you.

“I can stay up with you.”

“No,” you say, despite the selfish voice in your head going Yes!. Remus needs more sleep than the rest of you to begin with, and you’re more accustomed to going without it than he is. “That’s okay, you should sleep.”

You’re bracing yourself for his denial when James rolls over behind you, one big arm wrapping around your front.

“Hey,” he slurs, “where’d you go?”

You smother a laugh and Remus makes a similarly amused sound, likely guessing what had really happened. He reaches the hand not holding yours over your head to pet James’ hair.

“I didn’t go anywhere,” you say softly.

“Stay put this time, hm?” James replies fondly, giving your middle a squeeze. “Y’supposed to be on cuddle duty.”

This time you can’t suppress it, and a little giggle escapes you. “Sorry,” you say.

Remus hums in gentled remonstrance, you’re not sure at whom.

“You’re all being terribly loud,” Sirius groans, and then there’s a shape leering over James’ head, doubtlessly glowering down at the three of you. “Why are we awake?”

“Someone couldn’t sleep,” Remus murmurs.

Sirius makes a whiny pitying sound, reaching over James to paw blindly at you. You inhale when his perpetually freezing fingers fumble at your collarbone. James saves you, clasping Sirius’ hand in his own.

“What else is new,” you try to joke. It comes out sounding more glum than you’d like. “Sorry I woke you guys.”

“No, don’t be, angel.” James’ hand finds its way underneath your sleep shirt, thumb stroking the skin just above your navel. “We’d rather be awake with you anyway.”

Sirius makes a sound like he could disagree, but his slender fingers burrow into your hair, scratching lightly at your scalp the way he knows you like. You bear the cold for his sake.

“There’s no point in us all being awake,” you say, though you’re nearly purring from all the loving. “S’not your problem.”

Sirius tsks. “We’ve been over this, doll. Your problems are ours, too.”

You hum like Yeah, I know. Sirius takes in a breath like he might say more, but Remus comes to your rescue.

“Do you want one of us to rub your back, dove?”

That sounds amazing, actually. But you’re not sure if it’ll help, and you don’t want to put your boyfriends to work if there’s no promise it’ll do anything. “That’s okay,” you say.

“No, come on.” James is already turning you in his arms. He cozies up to your front, big palm splayed out over your back. “We’re supposed to get you relaxed, right?”

You nod, and his chest feels warm against your cheek. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep, though.”

“That’s okay,” he replies readily. “Let’s just give it a try, yeah?”

You hum, acquiescence inlaid with guilt. From behind James, you hear Sirius chide you quietly (“Stop that”) and you know he’s heard it. James likely does too, but he ignores it, big palm beginning to move in broad, slow circles on your back. You try to help as best you can, relaxing into his hold and shutting your eyes. Even so, you grow tenser with frustration the longer it doesn’t work.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Remus murmurs behind you. His words brush over your nape like a caress. “Relax. Listen to his heartbeat.”

You nestle your face closer to James’ chest, and he increases the pressure on your back as if to keep you there. You can hear the steady bump-bump of his heart as well as feel it against your cheek, and something about it has a tranquilizing effect on your own. It creates a beat to match the rhythm of his hand gliding along your back, steady and unwavering. You can hear your own breathing matching up to his, Remus’ too. Distantly, you become aware that Sirius is snoring again, but the thought dissipates half-formed. Your limbs feel warm and soft as wax.

You don’t notice James moving until his lips come down on the top of your head, his palm still wearing its same track into your back. “Love you,” he says.

You think you echo the sentiment, but you’re too far gone to know for sure.

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queenie-the-court-jester · 30 days

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HII, saw your post on wanting asks, well here 🫶 I love talking so, and specifically on playboy yandere!! I'm a sucker for angst and yanderes falling into insanity honestly, so let me ramble a bit

- imagine if reader graduates highschool and gets an overseas scholarships!! They also convince their family to move together with them so Kameron can't hurt or use them to blackmail reader. So with only a break up text saying like "bye manwhore 😍😍", blocking and deleting all their social media, I wonder how long and how far would he take to get reader back again? Would he inherit his parent's riches, hire some private investigatiors to find reader and find the country they're living in, expand his business over to their country in order to gain power to trap his darling. And I wonder how deranged his reaction would be to reader's text and be like no way, they're joking right, and runs to their house and whatever usual spots they're at normally, and just break down into insanity. would he try to use substitutes for reader to maintain his sanity or go fully devoid of emotions and start working hard to gain power and influence to find reader again!! I'm also curious how he would process his darling leaving him, would he become delusional first, saying they got kidnapped or something, or some ex or fling of his hurt reader, and then proceed to anger, depression, grief and then finally accept the reality!!

Ok that's a lot of rambling 😭😭 hope it's okay. I rlly enjoyed that fic, was rent FREE in my mind for a whole day

you know luci, you just gave me an idea. So have a part TWO of THIS DUMBASS HOE 🤝

Yandere playboy x reader

Tw: mentions of murder, kameron being delulu, yandere and obsessive behavior

💋kameron was having another breakdown. Sobbing pathetically on the floor of your old bedroom. Just how did you run away? And on such short notice too!? Didn't his love mean anything to you!? WHY DID YOU ABANDON HIM?

💋a million thoughts swirled through his head, until he finally got one that just... stuck. He had to get you back. No matter how long it takes. Getting up and dusting himself off, he kicked the front door open and quickly left the empty house

💋it was a shame really. The once sane and popular boy was struggling to keep his image. So he got help. Not professional as in therapists and medication. Just hiring other students to cover for him Incase he slipped up. all while snooping through the head teachers computer to see if they had any notes on where you might have gone. He almost got caught a few times

"shit that was close.. i can't believe these idiots leave their passwords just anywhere"

💋he knew he shouldn't be back at the school, especially since he graduated but he needs all the information he can get. Eventually moving onto private investigators and online stalking through multiple other accounts. He'd try anything just to see what his darling was doing without him. Were you enjoying making him suffer? You're so cruel..

💋hiring other people to befriend you and lower your guard, gathering any Information they can

💋 kameron who spent a while convincing his parents to let him take hold of the company. He had a degree, a bright mind, responsibility. He's perfect for the job! Oh if only they knew where his 60% was going.. funding multiple businesses across the world in exchange for keeping a careful eye. Making him quite the celebrity

💋look darling! He's on the news-! ...oh right you're not here.. one evening, while working in his office, a new secretary comes in to introduce themselves. They look just like you! He could only stare in shock.

"my love..? Is that you!?"

"..who?"

💋turns out it was just a doppelganger. But with enough time he'd delude himself into thinking it was you. Courting them with the same flowers, chocolates and jewelry he'd given you. It worked like a charm! Now you were back In their arms again. They felt whole..

💋he married your lookalike a year later, the poor fool being too naive and oblivious to think. He was happy for awhile.. or until one of his P.I's came in to show him they found you. His reality started to break.

💋no.. how could he do this to you. Replacing you with some cheap street whore. That night, when they went to bed, he gave them a cup of water and smiled sweetly. Watching as their face went red and they started to cough for air after gulping it down. Clawing at the sheets and staring at him with wide fearful eyes. Begging him to help them

"...slut."

💋 burrying the body in his backyard, he paid people with underground connections to cover for him while he was away. Claiming they suddenly vanished, having run away with a small fortune. How idiotic are people, to actually believe him..

💋kameron disguised himself and went straight for the country you decided to flee too. 5 years apart from you.. he had no idea how he managed to live so long without his beloved, but it was all worth it. Because now you'll be back where you belong. In his arms.

💋you were busy working at your job, running a small business was no joke but atleast the people in the area were friendly. So you didn't notice the suited figure Infront of your cash register

"thank you, please come again-"

💋you froze, looking up at the terrifyingly familiar face. He stared back at you with only glee and love

"hello my darling~ you've been on a naughty streak for a while Haven't you? That's okay, I'll just set you straight when we go back home."

💋big burly men all blocked you from escaping by guarding the doors. Dragging all the other customers out so you both could have your moment. Now you could never leaver leave him. Ever.

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diejager · 26 days

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The writing where reader died, what happens if they were revived as a wraith like Ghost? There's probs going to have a lot of fluff and a small angst here and there. But I mostly wanna read your writings!! It's cus' I can't get enough, and kept rereading it all the time

Cw: pain, death, turning, cannibalism, implied torture, implied blood and gore, angst, fluff, hunger, tell me if I missed any. We’re going to forget how you previously died, cuz @bluegiragi gave us more info about wraiths and I just love where the comic is going.

What a cruel joke, irony hitting him in the face the same way his abrupt shift hurt him, an apathetic slap to the face that left him bloody and in shock the way he left Roba on his dying breath. Simon didn’t know what was crueler, the knowledge that you were tortured and buried alive, left to die alone for the sins of his own making and the wrath of another, or that you were left to die a slow and excruciating death after being beaten half to death, expected to lose your resolve solely on the fact that you were a medic, and turned into the monster he was.

Neither your captor nor death had been merciful, much less the reaper, a collector of wandering souls and lost ghosts, waiting their turn to cross the river with a small token for the afterlife. Be it Hermes, the messenger and the carrier of souls, Thanatos the reaper and collector, Anubis - or Inpu, however people called him - the guide, Ankou the shadow, Sgàthach the warrior, or Freyja and Fólkvangr; you weren’t granted the soft embrace of a calm death, but the cruel rejection of it, forced back into life and abandoned by sweet sleep.

He remembered his own, the painful pull of his back, the crazed smoke that filled his mind with a thirst for blood and revenge, the crack and ugly break of his bode, reshaping his body and organs dyed dark, dying and pained. He remembered well the pain of it like it was yesterday, having to crawl out of the shallow grave on his own and discover the carnage he left behind, stained in his and Price’s blood. He was reborn.

And so were you, crying and sobbing, your skin scarred beyond thinking and mind in shambles of broken faith and abandoned affection. He knew first hand how it felt, the burn and agony of it, the hunger and ache that plagued you like an undying pestilence, darker than the one that ripped through Europe in the fourteenth century and more devastating than the Justinian’s. He’d been too late, too slow to help you through the first ripple of shock and fear once you’d quenched your thirst, staunching it like you would a wound. He let you fester in your sorrow and hunger, left you without a guide or caretaker until you ravaged the area, leaving only blood and rubble in your devastation.

But he’s here now, picking you up from the mess you found yourself in, a storm of smoke and thick black that you hid yourself in, to hide the monster you had become. He might not be proud of who he’s become - much like you - but he grew into it, lived his life as one, and he would be here to help you through the process of it. Where he wished he had a helping hand, you would have his. He would help you with your hunger, the famine that grew the more you left it alone, filling your being with bodies he’d gather up for you to absorb. He would teach you how to control the smoke - the sinews of your being, the consistence of it forming your figure - and build from it, stopping yourself from phasing to and from it, staying as a physical manifestation of it rather than darkness itself.

Where he felt lost and confused, alone and wishing for a swift end, you wouldn’t, he made sure to stay, to be the pillar of support for you whenever you crashed, his body covering yours to stop you from vanishing in a fit of tears. Where he spent time hating himself, demeaning the cannibalism he became, you wouldn’t, he’d rather send himself to hell than let you think you were the lowest of the low, a human eating another. And where he was cruel to himself when death had renounced him, you wouldn’t, he’d whisper the sweetest words, praises, compliments, affection and guidance, he would make sure you wouldn’t drown alone like he did years ago. He loved you too much to let that happen.

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heliads · 10 months

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Can I pretty please request Carlos Sainz x reader where she’s rly shy and gets worried that maybe he wants someone more outgoing but he tells her he loves her any way she is? Your writing is amazing 🫶🏻

anon i love you wholeheartedly please let me speak on carlos

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You are not who you are supposed to be. There are qualifications for being the girlfriend of a Formula One driver, you’re sure of it, probably even a style guide somewhere if you only bothered to look it up. Perfect hair. Clean makeup. Pretty, but doesn’t try too hard. Willing to give up their whole life to follow one man on mad jaunts across the planet. Wherever your guidebook is, though, you must have lost it long ago, because you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, and worst of all, it’s starting to show.

You never should have gotten into this position in the first place. That isn’t to say that you hate it, far from it; dating Carlos Sainz is the best thing that ever happened to you, making you the happiest wrong person at the right time to ever exist. In every other universe, he’s probably seeing models or actresses, but here, he has you, and you’re willing to fight off every multiversal version of you just to keep everything as it is right now.

Your butterfly effect was quite stunning, actually. You ended up getting tickets to a Grand Prix through last minute cancellations. They were great, came with paddock passes and all that, and while you were lingering through Ferrari hospitality, Carlos happened to drop by to visit a friend and he noticed you while you were in line to get some water. He’s got the confidence of, well, a world class athlete, an adrenaline junkie, a professional race car driver, and so he introduced himself.

Sometimes, it’s just as easy as that. A father’s cousin’s roommate buys two tickets to a Grand Prix, then a stranger’s roommate’s brother gets sick, and suddenly you’re touching down off a plane overseas and walking through the door of paddock hospitality. You wear red, and you are seen. Just like that.

It took one more weekend before either of you knew that you wanted what you had to last for good. He texted you, followed you on Instagram and blew his cover of seeming cool by accidentally liking a post of yours from six years ago. And, when he saw you again, he knew that he wanted the spark between you to be something more, something like a bonfire.

Coincidence may have supported you thus far, but you don’t trust it not to abandon you. At the end of the day, you are you, you are Y/N L/N, and you are so far removed from Carlos’ world that it stuns you to think that you were even in his orbit so long as to meet him. If there are powers that be somewhere in the universe, they’re either playing a cruel joke or messing around to give you a helping hand.

Hopefully, it’ll be the latter, but truly who knows at this point. As if it wasn’t surreal enough to introduce Carlos to your friends and family as Carlos Sainz, Formula One driver. As if it doesn’t blow your minds that people have started making Instagram accounts just dedicated to posting photos of you and your boyfriend whenever you’re seen out together.

The problem lies in the insanity of it all. You are not from this sort of life, you weren’t born into a silver spoon dynasty and you barely know how to interact with any of them now. You get along with the other WAGs as best you can; Heidi’s lovely, sure, and you were friendly with Charlotte until she disappeared, but sometimes it feels like it’s just you and your boyfriend against the world. Of any ally to pick, Carlos would be your top choice each and every time, but still. The fact remains that he will go out and race and leave you to your own devices, and you lack the extroverted impulses to social climb with everyone else.

This, then, is the main concern. You can pick out whatever designer clothes you want, goodness knows Carlos has offered to buy you anything already, and you can get your nails and hair done before each and every race, but that doesn’t change the fact that you, at your core, are never going to enjoy the paparazzi circus whenever you have to brave it.

It’s just not your scene, that’s all. You’re on the quieter side, happy to spend time with a few key friends but increasingly nervous in large crowds. Formula One is all large crowds, as you’ve discovered; thousands of fans, hundreds of engineers and team members, plus drivers and girlfriends and best friends. So many eyes, all on you. So many voices all shouting over each other.

You love Carlos, though, and you love him wholeheartedly, so you gather up your courage and go to race weekends when you can. Every time Carlos sees you in the crowd, he smiles so widely his friends tease him for weeks, and he runs to you first after every podium and strong finish. You want to be there for your boyfriend, truly you do, you just wonder if all of this should come easier to you than it does.

Also, you wonder if Carlos wishes the same thing. He has been nothing but perfect to you, so the spirals of guilt currently tangling their way through your insides are purely of your own creation, but what if he truly does think like that? Carlos must see the other WAGs, how they shine and sparkle with attention instead of feeling the urge to run. Wouldn’t he want that? Wouldn’t he get frustrated that you can’t be like the rest?

Thousands of girls in the world, and he picks you. You don’t know if it’s sweet or genuinely frightening. He wanted you out of everyone, yes, but he could replace you in a snap, swapping you out like some useless part on his car. There is nothing about you that cannot be replicated in any other girl. Even Charles did it, in a way, got himself a new girlfriend that’s a dead ringer for Charlotte. Carlos has no reason to keep you except for something he knows and you don’t.

The guessing will drive you mad, maybe, but you’ll lose your sanity long before that just trying to keep up with everything in his fast-paced life. You’ve been to prior F1 races, obviously, it’s how you met Carlos in the first place and it’s also how you kept him, but this upcoming weekend is different, this is Barcelona. Carlos is the center of attention at his home race, and every step he takes, a new storm of people is flooding in to ask him for autographs, selfies, anything to remind them that he’s real and right before their eyes.

Carlos doesn’t ask for a whole lot, and he certainly didn’t force you to come to this race, but you saw the hope in his dark eyes when he brought it up oh-so-casually at a dinner last week. You had assured him that you would go there to cheer him on along with the rest of his home crowd, and Carlos had been delighted for the rest of the evening.

You are happy to go, truly, but it’s taking everything in you to keep your smile up in front of the reporters and crowds and fans, and it’s just the first day. All you’re handling right now is qualifying, not even the actual race. In the back of your mind, a voice whispers that it’s only going to get worse from here on out, but when Carlos looks back at you as you wind through the paddock, you just smile and tell him you’re glad to be there with him. You’re here for him, after all, and Carlos is busy enough with race stuff that he won’t want to hear your complaints.

That’s what you keep repeating to yourself throughout the entirety of that day. Carlos qualifies well and is properly pleased about it, as he should be. The possibility of a podium or perhaps even a win for his home race has been one of his top goals for the season, and he’s as close as he can get to it right now. He earnestly talks about it the whole drive back to your hotel, but once you’re back in the safety and peace of the room, the conversation abruptly switches back to you.

Carlos sheds his jacket at the door, watches you flop down onto the bed with a smile on his face, then asks you pointedly, “And how are you doing, amor?”

You smile back at him, the expression trained to perfection after being tested so many times today. “Great! Glad that everything’s going so well for you. I’ll be cheering for P1 tomorrow.”

In truth, you’re tired more than anything. People kept coming up to you all day, assuming that taking a selfie with Carlos’ girlfriend was at least half as good as getting to see him. They gave you all manner of gifts and things to give to him, extracting promises that you’d tell him dozens of different people wished him well. You knew you’d get a lot more attention when you started dating Carlos, but the lack of personal space and privacy at the races is truly unlike anything you’d experienced before.

Carlos has been dating you long enough to pick up on this, apparently, because he furrows his brow and sits down on the edge of the bed next to you. “I’ll be glad to see you tomorrow, but do you want to tell me what is really on your mind? Don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know you, no?”

You sigh, covering your face with one of your arms. Carlos deflects from this attempt to hide by gently pulling your arm away, pressing a kiss to your forehead to make up for it. “Talk to me, cariño.”

You look sorrowfully at him, but when it becomes clear that Carlos won’t let you go until you confess, you give in. “It’s just a lot, I guess. The people and the cameras and everything.”

Carlos frowns. “I can get them to go away, you know that. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You look away. “I just thought you wouldn’t want to hear it. All of the other girlfriends have no problem with it, just me. I thought you’d want me to be more outgoing, so I tried, I really did, it’s just hard for me, I don’t know why.”

When you dare to risk a glance up at Carlos, you’re surprised to notice that he looks genuinely hurt. “Sweetheart, you didn’t think that I would actually be unhappy about that? I just want you to be happy. Don’t think about me.”

You let out a low breath. “I know, it’s just– I want to be like the rest, really. I don’t want this to be a reason–”

You cut yourself off, distracted by Carlos’ hands still wrapped around yours. Carlos picks up on the obviously dropped subject, though, and looks at you with fresh concern. “You don’t want it to be a reason for what?”

“That you would break up with me,” you whisper.

That’s it, then. That’s the truth. If you can’t live with Carlos’ lifestyle, why wouldn’t he leave you for someone who could? It makes perfect sense to you, but judging by Carlos’ expression, that logic couldn’t be further from his mind.

“No, Y/N,” he says, “That’s not right at all. I don’t want to break up with you, like, ever. Not because of this. I don’t want someone else, I want you. I love you, querida. I love the girl who showed up out of nowhere and made me forget about every other woman in the world. I love the girl who shows up to my home race even though it stresses her out because she wants to be there for me. I love you, Y/N. No one else. Just you.”

And, well, in the face of such passionate declarations, who could stand firm in their own self-pity? Certainly not you. You smile and let him kiss you again and again until you can’t see straight, and after that it is better, it is all better. Hearing it straight from Carlos is better than trying to guess at it. It lets your worries finally sink off into nothingness. It’s just you and him, just what he wants. Just what you want.

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chvoswxtch · 10 months

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checkmate

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: now that frank was gone, you were left alone to your own devices. could you protect yourself if trouble came knocking at your door?

warnings: swearing, lots of angst, brief mention of bomb violence, mentions of gun violence, blood, & death

word count: 4k

a/n: buckle up, sluts (i love y'all sm). shit is about to get real. ;) but don't just take my word for it. grab a snack, a drink, & get comfy. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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9:29 pm.

The catastrophic events of today didn’t feel like they had happened just this morning. They didn’t even feel real at all. They seemed more like glimpses of a purgatory from an alternate dimension that somehow had been implanted into your head. How had your world become so goddamn unrecognizable in less than twelve hours?

Life as you knew it had unraveled right before your eyes in one fell swoop like a cruel magician’s trick. For the first time in months, you were terrified to leave your house again, and there was a gaping pit of loneliness carved out in your stomach.

Because Frank was gone, and he was probably never coming back.

Saline seared along your waterline as your last interaction with him replayed behind your glossy eyes on a loop. He had looked so detached, the usual warmth of his brown eyes snuffed out with a layer of black ice, face completely void of any emotion like a blank canvas.

He didn’t even say goodbye.

He didn’t say anything.

Every comet that flashed across his lips at one of your stupid little jokes. Every tiny gesture that brought him closer into your orbit. Every universe you discovered when he revealed more and more coveted constellations of himself to you. The asteroid he threw with his fists at the bar that night. The rockets he was always ready to launch on your behalf. The way all the planets had aligned just right when he glided with you around the dancefloor made of the stars.

All those intimate moments you carried around in your heart like a locket meant nothing to him.

You had only ever been a job to Frank, and that epiphany broke something inside you that you didn’t think could ever be fixed.

Sitting at your dining table staring off into the void of silence, it felt like you were wandering aimlessly through an abandoned forest in your mind. When was the last time you had felt so…lost? It was difficult to navigate a path when your whole world had been flipped upside down, right as you were ascending to the peak above the clouds.

Ellison had politely demanded you take a few days off, or work from home, until there was a plan of what to do next regarding your safety. He didn’t know the details of why your security detail had been pulled, but the absence of Frank’s shadow was unmistakable. It was a glaring vacancy not even the darkness could hide. Coupled with the intense gloom of dejection lingering on your face and the desolation melting from your eyes, it wasn’t a hard mystery for him to solve.

Covering your face with your palms, you suddenly felt like a little girl again, hiding under the blankets and covering your eyes to hide from the villainous shadows that lurked in the corners of your room. You remember thinking that if you couldn’t see the phantoms, they couldn’t see you, and then they couldn’t hurt you.

That logic made sense in your head at the time. Before you learned that monsters are real, and they don’t go away when you hide behind your hands.

The sharp sound of clamorous repetitive knocking against your front door echoed through the quiet and caused you to jump with a noise of surprise. Glancing over at the clock on your microwave, your brows knit together in confusion as you read the glowing digital numbers.

10:31 pm.

A second round of impatient knocks had you slowly rising from your chair, tip-toeing around the corner towards your front door as noiselessly as you could, not wanting to alert anyone on the other side of your presence. Leaning up to peek through the peephole, the perplexity weaved between your brows only grew seeing two officers standing outside your door.

Despite the advice from your gut, curiosity got the better of you, and you unlocked the two locks in place, twisting the knob on the door to pull it open slowly.

“Can I help you?”

The first officer straightened up when you opened the door, placing his weathered hands on his belt as he eyed you up and down in a way that had discomfort blooming in your lower stomach.

“You Y/N Y/L/N?”

Glancing between the icy gray eyes of the first officer and the sharp aquamarine of the second, your grip on the door knob tightened slightly.

“I am. Who are you?”

The second officer folded his arms over his chest, peering right over your head like he was searching behind you for something, or someone.

“I’m Officer Walker, this is Officer Cavella. You uh, home alone?”

Something in your gut was setting off all the warning bells and alarms in your brain. The way Officer Walker tilted his head to the side with an ominous twinkle in his eyes, and the slight mocking tone you detected in his voice made you feel like he knew that answer already. Beside him, his partner was still attempting to scope out your place over your shoulders. An eerie feeling crept up your spine, and you pulled the door slightly shut, only leaving it open enough for your frame to fit through as you attempted to keep your voice calm and unaffected.

“I’m sorry, what’s this about?”

Officer Cavella chuckled lightly as his tongue poked at the inside of his cheek, taking a bold step forward and gesturing towards you with his hand, a large Cheshire grin on his thin lips.

“Don’t worry, princess. We’re here to keep you safe. Just gonna take a look around for any trouble. Wouldn’t want anything happening to you, now would we?”

The pet name he used made your skin crawl, and you detected that same artificial sympathy that had come from his predecessor. You felt like a lamb staring down two wolves with their fangs bared in sinister smiles.

“I…think there’s been some confusion. I already have protection-”

“Had protection. After that bomb fiasco yesterday, you’re not under Anvil’s wing anymore. Right?”

Officer Walker lifted his thick brows in question, a saccharine smirk on his lips, once again daring you to challenge the answers he already seemed to have.

How did he know that? Hadn’t Billy told you Homeland was keeping the details under wraps? That the attack was reported as an accident?

An icy sense of unease caused goosebumps to prickle along your skin. There was only one way either of them would know about the bombing yesterday, and it had your heart thrashing against your ribcage furiously.

“Mr. Russo arranged alternate protection for me already.”

“They running late or something?”

Officer Cavella quipped, cocking his head to the side in an imitation of concern. But the wild look in his piercing eyes gave away his real candor. He took another daring step forward, breaching the boundary of your personal space, and bared his teeth in a crooked grin.

“Tell you what, why don’t you let us take a look around while you wait for them to show up. We can keep you company. Wouldn’t be right to leave a scared girl all by herself-”

“I’m not scared.”

The harsh edge to your voice had the pleased smirks dropping from both their faces, and you could visibly see their patience running thin. Pursing your lips, you attempted to rain in your hazardous temper before it could spark a situation you couldn’t handle alone. Clearing your throat, you brushed a piece of your hair out of your face with your finger as you focused on keeping your voice at a civil decibel.

“Listen, I appreciate the concern, but I’m fine. I don’t need either of you. Have a good night.”

A thick boot wedged itself between the frame and the door, preventing you from shutting it, and your eyes widened slightly when Officer Cavella braced his palm against the door, exerting a show of strength in forcing it back, and you along with it.

“Sorry princess, but we got orders.”

Your lips parted slightly in surprise at the intrepid intrusion, but his words piqued your interest, and your eyes narrowed slightly as you stared up at him.

“Orders from who?”

Officer Walker took a step forward and placed his arm in front of his partner to halt his movements, flashing him a warning glance before flipping a charming smile onto his lips when he turned his attention back to you.

“You know, this will really go a lot smoother if you just cooperate and do what you’re told.”

That one sentence nearly paralyzed you with dread that spread throughout your entire nervous system, threatening to shut it down completely. A sobering thought flickered in your head that if you didn’t play this smart, these men might kill you, or worse. Glancing between them frantically, your mind fought through the cortisol pumping furiously through your bloodstream, and you quickly started to formulate a plan.

Both of these men were far larger than you, and you didn’t know any self defense. They were without a doubt faster than you, and even if you made a run for it with a headstart somehow, they would catch you. You couldn’t fight, and you couldn’t run, which only left you one option.

Do your job.

Treat this like any other investigation.

Play your role, get your answers.

Letting out a deep exhale through your nose, you forcefully swallowed your inner combative nature, slipping into a more appeasing version of yourself as you looked between them with a tired smile.

“Can we…start over? Today has been so hectic…and with everything going on, I’m just super on edge. I didn’t…I didn’t mean to take that out on either of you. I apologize. I…appreciate you looking out for me. Please, come in. Can I get either of you some coffee?”

The tension that had been lingering heavily in the space like a suffocating layer of smoke seemed to slowly disappear as the two men exchanged a glance in a secret language you couldn’t understand, turning to face you with their previous artificial smiles plastered on their thin lips.

“Coffee would be great.”

Officer Cavella had a sickly sweet tone to his voice, and the pleasure in his eyes from your submission turned your blood into molten lava, but you fought to keep your composure, reminding yourself that your life was potentially on the line.

On the way to the kitchen, you elusively swiped your phone and hid it behind your coffee machine, subtly pressing record on the voice memo app that was on your home screen. Once their coffees were done brewing and the machine was no longer making noise, you cleared your throat and began your interrogation.

“So, you guys must be pretty relieved huh?”

Officer Walker perked up at your words, the hand that was lifting the coffee mug to his mouth pausing in midair. He glanced at his partner curiously before looking back at you from his spot at your dining table.

“About what?”

You feigned confusion as you glanced between them with a light smile on your lips.

“The evidence that Homeland found? Mr. Russo said they found something in the bomb fragments. It’s a really good thing Mr. Price had already checked out of his hotel room. He got lucky.”

“Looks like that pretty boy doesn’t know what the hell he’s talking about. Wasn’t Price’s hotel room that got blown up. It was one of his escort vehicles.”

For someone that was completely giving himself away, Officer Cavella looked thoroughly pleased with himself. He seemed to be enjoying the opportunity to indirectly insult your intelligence, but he didn’t realize that by trying to prove his superiority to you, he was feeding you everything you needed to confirm your suspicions.

Conveying an expression of mock horror on your face, you braced one of your hands on the counter, placing the other dramatically over your mouth.

“I…I must have misheard him then. I-Oh my God, that’s…terrifying. I couldn’t imagine…knowing I was in danger like that.”

You pretended to shudder, leaning your back against the counter as you shook your head slowly and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Well, despite how it happened, I’m just glad they were able to pull those fingerprints from the fragments.”

“What?”

Officer Walker’s face was twisted up in puzzlement, but there was a specific emotion pooling in his eyes that caught your attention; fear.

“Yeah, I mean…they’re partials, but Mr. Russo said Homeland was pushing them through every database for a match. Didn’t they tell you that?”

Officer Cavella leaned over the dining table as he stared at you in almost a glare, his teeth bared more in a subtle snarl than a smile.

“Didn’t who tell us that?”

“Homeland. They sent you, right?”

Cocking your head to the side slightly, you attempted to feign innocence and perplexity.

“Russo sent us.”

Furrowing your brows slightly, you looked over at Officer Walker and let out a soft laugh with a shake of your head.

“He doesn’t have that authority. He only hires private contractors.”

“He put in a special request with our Captain.”

Officer Walker seemed to speak almost through gritted teeth, a light layer of warning laced through his quick reply to your incessant interrogation, but his patience was far more intact that his partner’s.

Officer Cavella was the one you could get to break, and you knew just how to get him to shatter.

Aim for his ego.

Letting out a soft hum in acknowledgment that you allowed to linger for a moment, you turned your attention to Officer Cavella, meeting his predatory gaze with an expression of indifference tied with a smile.

“You know, it actually makes sense that Homeland didn’t tell you. They don’t usually share information with anyone that doesn’t have the security clearance. I guess you boys aren’t high enough up the ladder.”

You could tell by the look in his eyes that your playful jest struck a nerve exactly as you had intended. The skin on his knuckles turned stark white from gripping so tightly onto the ceramic mug, and his jaw was clenched so hard, you thought he might crack his own mandible.

“I guarantee you we have more clearance than some gossip magazine writer.”

“Newspaper, actually. And investigative journalism, not gossip. You’d be surprised at the kind of clearance I have.”

Although you knew it wasn’t wise to inch closer towards a firecracker that was dangerously close to exploding, you were too fucking close to a lead that could expose these assholes; the first one that had been discovered in months. You couldn’t shy away now.

The fractures in Officer Cavella’s resolve were already starting to spread like an intricate labyrinth cracking through glass. You just needed to apply a little more pressure to get him to implode into guilty fragments.

Waving your hand dismissively in his direction, you glanced around your kitchen with a content sigh before facing him with an arrogant smile.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter who really sent you. They’ll have those full prints in just a few hours, and this whole thing will be over. Those cowards will finally go down, and I can’t fucking wait to cover the trial.”

There was an extra bite to your tone as you emphasized the word coward, and both of them instantly sat up straighter with squared shoulders. The neutral expression of innocence was still coveting your features like a mask, but the edges were steadily beginning to rip.

All at once there was a quick shift in the room and an unspoken aura of understanding between the three of you was swiftly forming over all of your heads like a raincloud. They suddenly seemed to sober up to the motion that you were playing them like pawns.

“There won’t be any prints.”

Officer Cavella seemed to be vibrating with anger, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw Officer Walker reach to his hip to place his hand over his gun. There was a very real chance that you were about to die, but it didn’t matter.

Because you would fucking win in the end.

You just needed one of them to make that last, foolish move across the chess board.

One final move to win the game.

“Why not?”

There was no reason to bother hiding behind a facade now. That mask of innocence had been ripped wide open, and even though your hands trembled with fear, your jaw was set in defiance. Your voice was firm and accusatory, daring him to prove his “superior” intelligence to you again. It was incredibly ironic he was being outsmarted by being so fucking stupid.

As you stared Officer Cavella down in a glaring challenge, you waited for that spark to reach the edge of his temper.

And the explosion was glorious.

“Because we don’t use our bare hands you stupid bitch. You think we’re that dumb, we wouldn’t use gloves?”

Checkmate.

Officer Walker slammed his fist down on the dining table in complete frustration towards his partner.

“God damnit Cavella, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Cavella rose from his chair so fast that he knocked it backwards, glaring between you and his partner as he pointed an angry finger towards you.

“You think I’m gonna let this whore talk to me like I’m fucking stupid-”

Walker stood to his full height quickly, shoving his own chair back as he got in his partner’s face and jabbed his finger into his chest.

“You are fucking stupid! You just sold us out because you can’t control your goddamn temper!”

Cavella shoved his hand away in frustration as he scoffed, gesturing towards you again.

“Whatever, we’re gonna kill the bitch anyway-”

“No. He wants her alive. If we bring her back with one scr-”

“Who?”

Both of them turned to face you as your voice rose in volume to cut above their bickering. There wasn’t a single cell in your body that wasn’t infected with anger, and you were struggling to contain your own rage.

“Who wants me alive? Who’s the fucking pussy behind the curtain leading the rest of you around?”

Cavella swiftly pulled the gun from the holster on his hip as he took a step towards you, cocking the hammer with his thumb while snarling at you.

“Keep running that fucking mouth of yours and you won’t get to solve that mystery, Nancy Drew.”

As you went to retaliate, you noticed a shadow flash past the window in your kitchen, and your brows knit together in confusion. You were too pissed off to even be afraid as you glanced between Cavella and Walker.

“Who’s outside?”

Walker instantly stilled his advance at your words, his grip tightening on the handle of his gun that was still tucked into his holster while looking over at you in skepticism.

“What?”

“I just saw someone outside. Is that your fearless fucking leader? You gonna show your face like a man?! Or hide in the dark like a fucking p-“

Walker tugged you backwards roughly by your arm when you went to storm towards the window, clamping his hand tightly over your mouth to cut off your furious yells. His icy gray eyes were wide with apprehension as he hissed.

“Shut up. No one is with us.”

Glancing over at his partner, he silently motioned with his head towards him to go investigate. Cavella slowly began to approach the window with his gun in his hands, loosely aimed at whatever target he was about to discover.

All of a sudden the sound of shattering glass pierced the silence, and your eyes widened seeing a metal canister rolling against the tiled floor of your kitchen. It exploded into a thick fog of ivory smoke that steadily began to fill the small space. Cavella began firing blindly through the gaping hole in your window, and you took the opportunity to run while Walker was distracted and yelling at his partner.

You could hear Walker’s heavy footsteps pounding on the floor behind you, yelling your name, and you screamed when a bullet whizzed by your head and punched through the drywall in front of you.

The second you reached your bathroom, you attempted to slam the door shut, but Walker caught the spine of your door and wedged it open with his hand. Turning around, you forced all your body weight back against it, struggling against his dominant strength. Glancing around in a frenzy, you reached your foot out towards the counter of the sink in front of you, and with a surge of adrenaline, you let out a feral scream as you shoved both of your feet forward against the sink to give you momentum against the door. A satisfying crunch sounded in your ears as Walker howled in pain and retracted his broken hand, causing the door to finally slam shut behind you. You swiftly twisted the lock into place on the door before backing away.

The sound of bullets raining down in rapid succession had you covering your ears and squeezing your eyes shut as you attempted to breathe. Your lungs burned from running as fast as you ever had in your life, and with anxiety overflowing in your bloodstream, you were on the brink of hyperventilation.

“Who the fuck are y-”

Bang bang.

The echo of two bullets cracking through a skull you could only assume belonged to Walker had your breath hitching in your throat. Muffled through the sound of your own labored breathing, you could hear his body drop to the floor just a few feet away from the door with a heavy thud. Your eyes went wide with terror as the thundering roar of heavy footsteps began to slowly strike closer and closer outside the door.

No.

This isn’t how this ends.

This is not it.

Eyes frantically darting around your bathroom for something to use as a weapon, they landed on the horrified reflection of your own face. There was a small cut above your eyebrow from where a shard of glass had nicked you that was actively bleeding. Your pupils were completely blown wide open with hysteria, and your waterline was shimmering with unshed tears. You hadn’t seen yourself look this small and broken since you were a child.

Without thinking, you smashed your fist against the glass, sending hazardous shards falling into pieces in the sink like shiny raindrops. Grabbing the biggest one, you didn’t even flinch when it sliced deeply into the meat of your palm, and you only sent the jagged edge further into your skin as you clamped your fingers around it tightly, slicing them in the process. Your brain barely registered the warm, wet feeling of blood starting to cascade from the wounds on your hand, dripping onto the floor below you steadily like a leaky faucet.

Staring at the door in front of you in complete terror, you held the makeshift weapon out in front of yourself. The way the lights above you caught the reflection of the glass everytime it shook in your hand caused spheres of white to dance along the bathroom walls, as if there were a mirrorball on the ceiling.

As soon as the threatening shadow appeared right underneath the door, you willed the last shard of strength in your body to take over.

“Stay the fuck back! I have a gun, and I swear to God I will shoot you!”

Panic trembled in your voice almost as much as it did in your hands. On the other side of the door you heard a faint rustling noise, and then there was a gentle tapping of knuckles quietly knocking against the wood, accompanied by a voice you would recognize anywhere.

“Sweetheart?”

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Concubine!(Y/N), who gets into the palace because of a mistake made by her father, the general. Her native land is destroyed and literally trampled under the feet of a man who is called "a god born in the body of a mortal." When the soldiers came to her house, (Y/N) tried to escape from them, but ended up being caught and sent to the palace along with many other young girls.

Concubine!(Y/N), who was noticed by the emperor's chief aide, Suguru Geto, and promoted to concubine status.

Concubine!(Y/N), whom the emperor calls "an innocent and sweet girl" with a chuckle. (Y/N) doesn't look up at him, she only listens as he talks about how he is very curious about how his new concubine will survive in such a cruel place like the imperial palace.

Concubine!(Y/N), in whose heart an incredible hatred for the young emperor was kindled. Because of him, she lost her home and family, her status, her wealth, and everything else that fate had given her. Now she is ready to kill the emperor, even if it takes her own life.

Concubine!(Y/N), who quickly abandons her plans as soon as she really sees... him up close. No man from her homeland could compare to the young Emperor Satoru Gojo. This man, who was taller than any general or official, managed to smile as sincerely and warmly as little children do when they see one of their parents. His aura seemed to draw (Y/N) towards him. As soon as she looked into those heavenly eyes, she couldn't think of anything but the man who had ordered her family estate to be burned to the ground.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who changes her decisions incredibly quickly, but she absolutely doesn't care.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who is beginning to be called a "traitor to her motherland". Her own former maids turn their backs on her when they discover that she has fallen in love with the Emperor at first sight. But what they didn't know was that their lady's heart was never as kind and good as they thought it was.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who doesn't understand what's going on with her. She can't take her eyes off the Emperor. She wants to stare at him for hours, even if they put her on hot coals and force her to endure horrific torture. She would do anything to keep admiring him.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who seems to be enchanted by these heavenly eyes, given by the gods themselves. She doesn't know why she can't stop admiring them, as well as the fluffy white hair, pale skin, and cheeky boyish smile, as if Satoru Gojo isn't an emperor running a huge country, but a neighborhood boy calling (Y/N) to play with him in the yard.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who is gradually going crazy. Any rational thoughts are obscured by the emperor's face, the sound of his laughter, the smell of him, and the feel of his skin under her fingers. It's a trap set by the gods to force mortals into submission. Now (Y/N) understands why there has never been even the slightest revolt against the emperor in the empire.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who wants the emperor to be hers and hers alone. She's willing to do anything to get his attention. She is ready to trample her feet into meat to perform the most beautiful dance for him. She is ready to read hundreds of books to impress him with her knowledge. She is ready to argue for hours and listen to the speeches of the palace "smart guys" in order to please the emperor with a stupid joke or a witty phrase.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who is ready to go to study with prostitutes, just to please her emperor. And when their first night together happens, she's ready to give him all of her, leaving nothing for herself. So when Satoru gently removes her jewelry and whispers "don't worry, I'll take care of everything, you just need to relax and honestly whisper how much you love me", (Y/N) falls in love with him even more.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who falls into the abyss of depravity and sin, only to be the only one whose body is near the emperor's bed.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who notices that the other concubines don't consider her their "rival". They believe that (Y/N) is a "wild, barbaric", "daughter of a defeated enemy", "girl whom the emperor took into his harem out of pity". And it makes something that has been trying to wake up all this time open its eyes completely.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who with her own beautiful, well-groomed hands, which only recently played beautiful melodies for the emperor and touched his naked body, makes a real hell.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who personally plunges a dagger into the chest of her father, who has been in prison all this time, killing him. All she wants is for the Emperor to have no doubts about her loyalty! The emperor's advisor and childhood best friend Suguru doubts that the concubine is okay. "Satoru, she literally drooled after she killed her father and looked at you. I think she's sick or something." "She's just very loyal to her emperor. What's the problem, Suguru?"

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who along with killing her father killed her humanity.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who is suspiciously close to the palace doctor. Everyone is saying that soon (Y/N) will be pregnant with a princess or prince, so it would be nice for her to get an ally in the form of a good doctor. (Y/N) does not even know whether to laugh at the naive speeches of others or not.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who manipulates the first, youngest, concubine and forces her to run off with a young servant, with whom the other girl allegedly "fell in love at first sight". They are forced to leave the country because such behavior is interpreted as a betrayal of the emperor.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who uses sleeping pills, kidnaps a second concubine and sells her to a brothel. The girl can't even go back because she's declared a traitor and will be executed as soon as the guards catch her!

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who puts poison in the third concubine's food. Ah, what a pity that the girl suddenly died for unknown reasons! And the fact that (Y/N) secretly gave her small doses of poison that can't kill immediately has nothing to do with it! Just like the fact that the maidservant who had tasted the concubine's food had been drinking the antidote along with her evening tea all this time. Ah, it seems that someone is going to be hanged for poisoning her own mistress!

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who throws the fourth concubine off a cliff while walking. She flies straight at the sharp rocks washed by the sea, and then her body freezes, broken and pierced. Her flesh is devoured by predators, and soon no trace of the woman remains.

The main assistant!Suguru, who tells his close friend that there is definitely something wrong here. "The concubines started dying one by one after (Y/N) arrived at the harem. Maybe we should order guards to keep a better eye on her?" What for? (Y/N) looks so innocent, I'm sure she couldn't even punish a thief caught pickpocketing! Besides, what did these women want anyway? Being the emperor's concubine means putting your life on the line. There is no place more unsafe for a concubine than the imperial palace."

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who can't stand the thought of her emperor touching another woman. So when the lucky concubine returns from him, (Y/N) can't wait. She raises her dagger and plunges it right into the other girl's neck.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who cuts another concubine into pieces, strips the skin from those parts of the body where the girl could touch her emperor. In the (Y/N)`s head, Satoru Gojo belongs to her and only to her. Because who else can make him happier than (Y/N)? That's right... no one.

The main assistant!Suguru, who sees (Y/N) in front of him dismembering into small pieces a concubine who only recently smiled sweetly at him and asked what kind of tea their emperor prefers.

The main assistant!Suguru, who wants to call the guards or deal with the situation himself, but he freezes when he hears the same gentle, beautiful voice that his best friend constantly hears. He watches (Y/N)`s lips move, but he can't hear anything. It's like she's saying a spell that makes Suguru go away and not say anything to the guards or the emperor.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who, as usual, sobs violently at the funeral of another concubine, hiding a smile in the clothes of the emperor, who pulled her to his chest to hug and calm her down. She knows they won't be doing anything in his bed tonight. Satoru will just lie there, clutching the last surviving concubine, as if trying to protect her from the maniac who lives in the palace grounds and so skillfully evades justice and guards.

The main assistant!Suguru, who does not understand how he was manipulated that day, even when he is standing at the funeral. Still, he can't stay silent forever. He had to do something.

The main assistant!Suguru, who tells everything to his best friend, but in response, the emperor only laughs and sends him on forced leave. Suguru is afraid to leave his friend alone with a literally psychopath, but Satoru says that he is a great emperor, no one can beat him. Especially if it's some cute little concubine!

The Honored One, the Great Emperor!Satoru, who was born with special "Six Eyes" and "Limitless" abilities that only the imperial family knows about. Six Eyes can see everything that happens in the empire, so Satoru all along the identity of the little assassin slaughtering his concubines. Limitless also changes space itself, it gets into people's heads and changes their brains. And so no one... no one is physically capable of hating Emperor Satoru. They are simply fascinated by him, like puppets.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who was lucky enough to become the great emperor's favorite puppet. No one would believe that the charming empress who received this status from the emperor himself broke the necks of many elders who were not affected by Limitless with her own hands. No one would believe that there was nothing left in those beautiful eyes but a blind and obsessive love for the emperor.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who was another stepping stone for Satoru, so that he and his country ascended to the top.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who loves her emperor so much that she will be happy even if he steps or sits on her. She is willing to endure any humiliation if it comes from her dear emperor.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), whose mind most easily succumbed to the Limitless effect. But (Y/N) is all the same. She just loves her emperor to the point of cutting off other people's heads and breaking all her fingers if its make her emperor smile.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who, even if she knew about the existence of Limitless and looked at her actions rationally, did not want to take everything back. Because that's what she made the meaning of her life. And if her beloved emperor wants to use her in any other way than in bed, she will accept it with a smile.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who is so obsessed with the sweet, poisonous love of her beloved emperor that she has completely lost all moral foundations and conscience.

Concubine!Yandere!(Y/N), who is… happy even though her hands are covered in someone else's blood. As long as it's for the Emperor's sake, for Satoru Gojo's sake... she'll shed her own blood as well.

#x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #fem!reader #yandere!reader #satoru gojo #gojo #yandere #au

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Mute!Tav Headcanons

This idea has lingered in my thoughts for quite some time. I've come to realize that typical health challenges in the D&D world can often find solutions. Suppose Tav loses their ability to speak, hear, or see due to natural causes. There might be ways to address and overcome those issues in that case. However, what if Tav's affliction stemmed from a curse?

Imagine Tav and Astarion find the cloak of Dragomir. The cloak that allows a vampire to walk in the sun, to cross the running water, and enter houses uninvited? But to get it, there is a price to pay - something equally valuable for the person.

And it's Tav's voice.

No cure, no reverse. You can't return the cloak and get the voice back. Just muteness and the cloak for Astarion to wear

@micropoe10 @glasswatergirl

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Astarion is absolutely heartbroken.

The thing he has wished to obtain appears to be a cruel joke just like any magical object.

It takes you time to adjust to the new condition.

At first, you are happy it isn't something more severe like deafness and blindness.

But soon, you realize how vital speech is.

You can't speak to the people you meet.

You can't talk to the quest givers.

You can't simply say what you want and need, and even writing skills are little help since most people in Faerun are illiterate.

When you realize it, you silently cry, pressing your knees against the chest.

Now, you have the same sorrow Astarion does. Something important is taken away forever, and it can't be compensated.

You cry for hours till Astarion wakes up from his trance and sees you shivering and trembling.

He immediately sits beside you, letting you cry on his shoulder.

Astarion says every affectionate word he can think of.

He says how much he loves you and that he will never abandon you.

But you can see desperation and guilt in his crimson eyes because your condition is his fault.

He could have just accepted his fate as a creature of the night, but no! He wanted to walk in the sunlight!

Astarion misses your voice.

He misses your laughter, bickering, and words of love, which were able to drag him from the darkest void of his tortured mind.

He misses your moanings and whimpers.

Nights of passion are almost silent.

What is worse, you can't cry for help if something happens, and Astarion becomes overprotective, never letting you out of his sight.

You can't say the incantations anymore.

If you are a warrior or a barbarian, it's not that bad.

But if your life depends on magic, it's as bad as you can imagine.

Astarion isn't always comfortable with you touching him, but well, he has no choice anymore.

The only way to communicate is by touching. Grabbing his hand, patting a shoulder.

He learns how to lip-read, and you master the skill of quick writing.

Plus, you have to work out how to communicate when having sex.

How do you get Astarion's attention if he dissociates again? How do you tell him that he is being too rude to you and you want him to stop?

Sometimes, it turns physical, where you punch him in the stomach to get him to stop for you or his benefit.

You become very affectionate and always stay close to him when traveling.

Eventually, Astarion stops hating the cloak that has caused so much grief and decides to make the most of it.

You travel. A lot. In the sunlight, fearing nothing and no one.

But sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night to Astarion holding you tightly to his undead heart and whispering: "I wish this had never happened to you."

@tragedybunny @caitlincat-95 @tallymonster @astarionsbeloved @lumienyx @fayeriess @aoirohi @elora-the-slutty-songstress @veillsar @astarion-imagine-archive

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immabitqueer · 3 months

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Watching House MD for the first time in 2024 full SEASON 1 Review-

- I had learned from his Wiki page before I even started the show that he had a couple of divorces, but Wilson is really bad at marriage, isn't he? His wife is having company and she makes dinner. House calls once and he totally abandons those plans to meet him at a bar. Wilson lies to his wife and says he's working on christmas and then he goes to Houses apartment instead. House continuously implies that wilson is having affairs around the hospital. He's very funny, he's clever, and he can be sweet, but I would NOT want that man as a partner. That being said, whenever House and Cameron were going on a date and he goes to Cameron to tell her not to hurt House was crazy. Everyone is just so worried about Cameron getting hurt and he does NOT care about her. He's like "huh?? why would I care about you i'm here about house??"

- Cameron's crush on House hit me like a ton of bricks. Even before it was revealed that she had a crush. I thought that they were so good as friends. It seems that now at the end of the season. It's kind of been packed up? And i'm glad for that I hope they can go back to being just besties. You kind of begin to see some of the more flawed parts of Cameron in the latter half of this season, which I appreciate. Such as her need to fix things or people. It makes her feel a bit more human and not just a very angelic being.

- Chase also has a lot of flaws shown in the latter half of the season, and a lot more than Cameron. Don't get me wrong, I still love him, but he was one sidedly enemies with a ten year old girl because she was overweight? Also I picked up on a consistent habit that Chase seems to have where in general he's a pretty nice guy, but when things start to go wrong for him, he will say the most out of pocket things to patients. It's a writing quirk that showed up early in the season with the nuns and has been a constant part of his character since. Also, I made a post about this when I watched the episode. But canonically has seen a dominatrix???? More and more ragged pieces of fabric are stitching themselves together to show me a quilt of Chase.

- I hope in the future we get more focus on Foreman as a character. I would like to know everything about this man. And I know that it was a joke at the beginning, but this man really does try to tie every case back to neurology. Him stepping in to tell House not to hurt Cameron by being nice and giving her hope was nice.

- Time for Mister Gregory House himself. Noticing a pattern of him very much being good with children and having no room for idiot parents who are hurting their kids or are weary of medicine. Love to see it. He has a very distinct relationship with everyone on screen. Every person he interacts with, he interacts with the differently. He's pretty hard on Chase, especially after the Vogler incident. He is continuously hard on Foreman as well with an unhealthy dose of micro-aggression mixed in. Generally, he's hard on Chase in a fatherly way and hard on Foreman in a motherly way, if that makes any sense. He is much softer with Cameron. He and Wilson are co-dependent and at the same time can be very cruel to each other, while also supporting each other. It's very interesting to see these dynamics play out.

- Stacy is complicated. Her trying to convince House to do a treatment her husband doesn't want him to do, mirroring how Housebecame disabled was painful. I can see why she would want the treatment for them in both scenarios and I can also see why it can be selfish or wrong. She found someone that doesn't make her feel alone and is willing to forgive her, so in the end I guess she found her way to a happier life. I still think House has the right to be angry, of course and she isn't owed House's forgiveness but she's at least understandable.

Random extra thoughts and things I've noticed:

- THE KID FROM SPY KIDS WAS IN AN EPISODE??

- So was the girl from mean girls, les mis, mama mia, and Jennifer's body, can you tell I don't know peoples names?

- House has the saddest little eyes but they also pierce my soul and make me feel horrible for him, almost like I did something

- House has an array of toys all over his desk, and he plays with his cane or rubber bands all the time

- I could not STAND Vogler. I'm glad they wrapped up his arch this season because I was getting tired of him

Some context:

I'm watching the show mostly because my Twitter and Tumblr were very adamant that I do, but also because I have a running thing where I very rarely finish a show that I start. I've started several shows and finished very few of them. I started watching House on New Year's Eve The day before the first day of 2024 and plan to finish it before the first day of 2025. This is actually a big deal for me because usually I can't finish a show over 3 seasons and the farthest I've gotten is five seasons. I will be posting as I go and also doing a halfway point and a full season review of all 8 seasons.

#house md #hate crimes md #please interact and tell me what you think but no MAJOR spoilers #gregory house #james wilson #allison cameron #robert chase #eric foreman #season review #character study #kind of #house md season 1

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roses-r-rosie3 · 9 months

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Thinking ‘Bout You [Part 3]

Jason Todd x M!Reader

[Thinking ‘Bout You Masterlist]

Warnings: Torture, angst, swearing

Summary: Jason goes to the location given to him, just to find it empty and there’s a cassette tape and mini tv

Quote: "Yes it is! He's gone because he was walking to MY place, he's gone because of ME!"

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Jason parked in an alleyway near the building that his family gave him to find you. As he walked to the building it looks deserted, no one was there. Did his family really give him the wrong location? No. They couldn’t have. They weren’t this cruel. Jason had no choice but to open the doors.

As he went inside, he realized his family didn’t give him the wrong location, because he recognized the room where you were tortured in. But something was off. As he walked further into the room, he saw a old tv and a cassette tape.

Jason cautiously looked around before putting the cassette into the tv and waited for it to load. And he was met with joker on the Tv. The first thing Jason noticed was you, tied up, hanging on some type of pillar. You were blindfolded, and you had even more scars and bruises on your body.

“Why hello there little bird” Joker laughed.

“Jason! Is that you?” You cried out.

“Look at him! He’s desperate for you to come save him! Where are you birdie?” Joker smiled into the camera.

Jason could only look at the screen angrily as Joker teased him through the screen.

“I was expecting more from you hood! You should’ve known I wouldn’t stick to my word!” Joked laughed out as he had a gun pointed to you.

“No!” Jason yelled out.

“But! Your little boyfriend has more bones for me to break! And wouldn’t that be a waste!” Joker said as he skipped around you.

“P-please stop, I don’t want to die” you sobbed.

“And you won’t. But you’re gonna wish you did” Joker laughed as he started to rub the gun on your scars, making you cry out in pain.

Joker started to walk towards the screen smiling like a maniac.

“I’m going to relocate him to a more… safe… place, I can’t have anyone taking away my punching bag from me now can I?!” Joker laughed.

“I’ll see you later hood!” Joker smiled before the footage cut.

Jason didn’t know what to do. He failed you, you depended on him to save you, but he was too late. Out of a fit of rage, Jason started to throw stuff around the abandoned warehouse. It was a mix of sorrow and anger.

After Jason was done, he left the warehouse and rode home in silence. When he arrived, his family immediately ran to him and started to ask about you. He ignored them and went to straight to his room. Jason wouldn’t forgive himself for this, he failed. A few minutes later, he heard a knock on his door.

He was expecting someone like Dick or Tim to walk through the door, but it was Bruce. Bruce sat next to him on his bed and they sat there in silence until Jason started to burst into tears.

“I-I failed him, he’s gone, it’s my fault” Jason cried.

“It’s not your fault Jason” Bruce said as he tried his best to comfort Jason.

"Yes it is! He's gone because he was walking to MY place, he's gone because of ME!" Jason hollered.

"I know how you feel Jason, out of anyone in this family, I understand more than anyone what you're going through, but that doesn't mean you should blame yourself for what happened" Bruce said.

"I-I just don't know what to do without him, I need to find him" Jason sobbed.

“All we can do is hope that joker will send another hint to where y/n is now” Bruce sighed.

#male x male #mlm #malexmale #male reader #mxm #gay #jason todd x reader #jason todd #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x male reader #red hood x reader #red hood x male reader #red hood x y/n #red hood #red hood x you #angst #rosesrrosie3

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queersolar · 5 months

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Thinking about House risking his life to save Amber’s, because that’s what Wilson wanted. And when after everything Amber dies Wilson abandons House. And this has always upset me. House risked everything only to be left.

So I started thinking about what if there had been complications when they opened up House’s head and started poking around. House has a seizure and doesn’t wake up until after Amber has passed and Wilson is avoiding him. When he does wake up, he’s forgotten some things. I’m torn between the idea of House having full amnesia or his amnesia mainly affecting his memories with Wilson.

So when Wilson avoids him and eventually leaves, House doesn’t know he’s missing something, besides the gut feeling he has saying that something important is now gone.

Wilson leaves Princeton Plainsboro, unaware of House’s state. He moves to his new place, sure that House would still find him and bother him. But after the first month with no sign of House he’s confused. A second month passes, then a third with no sign of House, and Wilson is paranoid checking to see if his place is bugged or if House hired someone to spy on Wilson. When he doesn’t find anything though, he starts growing worried.

The next time Cuddy calls to check up on Wilson, he can’t help but ask about House. And Cuddy isn’t sure what to tell him. House was more irritable since the accident. His pranks were no longer playful but just cruel. He was constantly hard on his team, pushing them well past their breaking point and Lisa was just waiting for the resignation letters to come in. There were a handful of time she’d find House standing in Wilson’s old office as if looking for something, but when she asks him what he doesn’t know. So Cuddy tells Wilson the only thing she knows for certain with House. “He needs you.”

Wilson brushes it off but when another month passes with no sign of House, Wilson breaks and returns to visit Princeton. After meeting with Cuddy about getting his old job back, Wilson goes to his office to start unpacking his things, but he finds House standing there, and he’s anger returns. He tries to shoo House out of his office, which aggravates the older man. “Who’re you to tell me what to do? I don’t even know you.”

And Wilson can’t help but freeze. He looked at his old best friend, who’s still booking with anger, and finds no trace of a joke or prank on the others face. He talks to House’s team, who are all overworked and irritable, and none of them are too happy to see Wilson. They’ve all seen how broken up House is about his friend leaving, even when the man can’t remember Wilson. And as much as they hate House for how hard he’s been pushing them, they can’t forgive Wilson for breaking the man.

#I can’t write angst #but I think I need to write this #i’m gonna cry #gregory house #house md #malpractice md #medical malpractice #greg house #james wilson #hate crimes md #hilson #house

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tulipsforvin · 7 months

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— — WILLIAM J. MORIARTY FINDS OUT HIS WIFE HAD AN ABORTION — — — — — — —

Request: Helloo, can you do a story about William finding out his pregnant wife had an abortion? It doesn't have to be that theme, but I would prefer something sad, and you can do this with other characters if you want

Tags: Angst, Abortion, William James Moriarty, Yuukoku No Moriarty, Moriarty The Patriot, Established Relationship.

Format: Story Writing.

A/N: TO EVERYBODY THAT'S SENT ME THEIR REQUESTS, I PROMISE YOU I'M WORKING THROUGH EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM !! PLEASE DON'T THINK I'M NOT, BECAUSE I AM 😭😭

The first thing he does after waking up is place the softest of kisses on his beloved's brow, making sure to be as gentle as possible so to not rouse his wife from her sleep.

Eventually, after a few minutes of basking in the comfort that the sheets & his wife snuggled up to him provides, he climbs off the bed and heads downstairs to check the mail.

Smiling and with a calmness in his heart, he opens the mailbox, fishing out all off the mails that were sent to their residence and takes them inside of the house, arms laden with everything that he gathered.

One inside, he closes the door behind himself — sauntering towards the table before he places all of the mail down. He sits down himself, humming a soft tune to himself as he sorts through it.

It had been a routine for him ever since the two of you got married, he'd wake up early in the morning, sort through the mail and wait for his wife to take up as he sipped on a cup of tea. Then the two would go through the various letters and mails together. A peaceful, relaxing routine. He opened up another envelope. What could possibly go wrong?

Except that it did.

William looks absolutely crestfallen, eyebrows furrowed and an expression on his face that shows a mixture of both disbelief and sadness. He forgets to finish his abandoned cup of tea. He forgets to hum his favourite song that he was humming joyously to himself only moments ago. He forgets to breath.

He doesn't hear his wife coming, wooden stairs creaking as she makes her way down to the drawing room where lies an utterly silent William, frozen in place. Frozen in time.

“William?” (Name) places a hand on his shoulder.

He flinches harshly, standing up from the couch. “...Why?” His voice is raspy when he turns to look at her. Hoarse. Weak. Quivering.

His wife immediately stiffens, aware of what he's mentioning. “You don't understand, William.” she takes a step forward.

“Why didn't—“ His voice cracks. “Why didn't you tell me? We were about to have a child? We were about to bring something to this world?” He takes one backwards.

“William, please. I couldn't bring it up. It was hard.”

“No. No, you could.” He laughs bitterly, finding her words absurd. A cruel sound, she thinks. “You had a choice and yet you didn't tell me. Why? Why didn't you?”

“I had a choice, and I made a decision! You don't understand!"

"Then make me understand, goddamn it!" William takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “You knew I've always wanted to be a father. All our lives, you knew..”

“And what?! Bring a life into this world who won't ever see their father? Don't you think it's selfish enough?! Didn't you think it was selfish enough when you first talked to me? When you got on your knees? Cracked jokes with me and made love to me, even though you knew you'd leave me behind once the time came?!”

“When did you...?” He whispers, referring to his suicidal mission that his wife was now suddenly talking about.

William's hands ball up into fists besides him, heart aching painfully inside his chest as he watches his wife pour out her heart infront of him. (Name) watches his expression tighten, eyes shut tight as he inhales and exhales deeply. Continuosly. Repeatedly. Over and over again.

A heavy silence hung in the air as the weight of their words settled between them. The gravity of the situation was palpable — the emotional turmoil etched on their faces.

Finally, she spoke, her voice softer; filled with a mix of sorrow and resolve. "William, I can't bear the thought of you sacrificing your life, leaving our child without a father. It's not fair to them. To either of us. I had to make a choice, a painful choice."

Tears welled up in William's eyes as he reached out to grasp her trembling hands. "But we could have found another way. I could have stayed, fought alongside you. I would have given anything to be a father, to see our child grow up. You would have loved them, regardless of my presence or absence in your lives.”

She nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I know, William. I know... But sometimes love is not about holding on; sometimes it's about having strength to let go."

"I don't want to bring a child to this world, only for them to spend father's day without a present for them to gift to, or evenings where they have to wait at school after everybody's gone home, hand in hand with the janitor because their mother was busy and they don't have a father to pick them up in her stead. I don't want them to face that." She finishes.

He bites down hard on his tongue, head lowering in shame. “I'm sorry. I should have known your decisions weren't easy. The final decision was yours.”

(Name) huffs, running a hand through her hair. She inhales sharply, regaining her composure. “I'm sorry, too. I should have tried talking with you about it as well. I realize I was too hasty with my decisions.”

“All for the right reasons, my darling.” He whispers.

Another brief pause.

“I...” William starts, pulling in his wife closer. “Will you allow me to make it up to you? Allow me to start over with you, without you having to fear that I could leave any time, that any moment could be my last. Will you trust me?”

“I..I will.” (Name) mumbles, face nuzzled into his chest.

As they held each other, their tears mingling, they knew that their love for each other and the weight of their choices would forever shape their lives.

In that moment, they found solace in their shared pain and the understanding that their sacrifice, though heart-wrenching, was born out of love and a desire to protect what they held most dear.

#william james moriarty #william james moriarty x reader #william james moriarty x y/n #william james moriarty x you #moriarty the patriot #x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #james moriarty #yuumori #angst

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year

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hiiii i would be very curious to see what you do with "you're so, so, so pretty" for timkon :]

Tim is staring.

He's not even making much of an effort to hide it; his eyes have been fixed on Kon for the last ten minutes, with all the piercing, vaguely-creepy Bat intensity that entails. Normally, Kon wouldn't mind (he does love Tim's attention, after all), but this evening, he's hard-pressed not to fidget uncomfortably.

Where's Bart, and why did he have to abandon Kon to go polish off everything left in Cissie's casserole dish? He was the one who encouraged Kon to wear this stupid dress tonight, to "try out a new look in the safety of a potluck with the homies", and he said Kon looked nice in it, but...

Tim has been staring for eleven minutes now. The clock on the wall over his shoulder makes it real easy to keep track.

When it comes down to the two of them, it's inevitable. Kon cracks first. "Okay, what?" he huffs, folding his arms across his chest. His face burns. "Take a picture, why don't you? It'll last longer."

Tim's eyes widen, and he takes a hurried sip of the cocktail Anita made him, as if it'll disguise the sudden rosy stain on his cheeks. "Oh. Well—could I? Would you mind?"

Okay, wait. Hold the phone. What?

Kon eyes him skeptically. "Why? I mean—" He breaks off, because he already knows Tim isn't gonna make fun of him; it's his own self-consciousness talking. Tim is way too sweet to be cruel like that. He just... well...

"Because," Tim says, as though it should be obvious. "You're pretty."

Kon's face heats. Tim? Calling him pretty? That wiggles its way into his chest and kindles a warm, fuzzy light in his heart. He tries to stave off the giddiness, dropping his gaze and rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you—how much alcohol have you had, dude?"

"I'm not drunk." Tim rolls his eyes. He sets the half-finished cocktail down, crawls across the bit of sofa between them, and flops over to lie down, his head in Kon's lap; Kon's skirt is short enough that a bit of Tim's hair tickles just above his knee. "Maybe a lil tipsy. But not drunk. What, can't a guy call his best bro pretty while sober? Ish?"

The look on his face, though... God, that look is so soft and earnest and adoring that Kon's breath catches in his throat. "But you..."

"You're pretty," Tim insists, smiling up at him. "You're so, so, so pretty. Got it?"

"Now I know you're just pulling my leg," Kon tries to joke, because the alternative is acknowledging just how hard his heart is pounding in his chest, or how good it feels to hear Tim say that. "That is definitely not one of my good angles."

Tim rolls his eyes again, harder this time. "As if you have bad angles."

Oh no. Kon's heart doesn't just flutter; it does a whole hop, skip, and a jump routine. "...You really think I'm pretty in this, Rob?"

Tim's face goes all soft again, and he reaches up to touch Kon's cheek. The pad of his thumb brushes over Kon's lower lip; Kon has to remind himself to breathe. "Yeah," he says. "I really do."

Kon's brain officially can't handle the amount of tenderness on Tim's face, and abruptly shorts out. Pretty rudely, too; the least it could've done is offer a two-week's notice or something.

Autopilot takes over: Kon pumps a fist and cheers, "Booyah!"

It's probably not the stupidest way he's ever responded to a compliment. Probably. But hey, at least Tim seems to find it funny.

♥ soft sentence starters ♥

#the gender euphoria of it all...#timkon #tim #kon #rimi writes #lemontongues

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notdiabolika · 3 months

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“This is not a date.”

But it sure feels like one.

| Featuring: Ayato Sakamaki & Yui Komori.

Heavily Inspired by Diabolik Lovers Anime Anthology Manga, Ayato's second chapter.

Prompt 5: First Date.

From the moment I settled for my fate to live in this huge mansion, I have been treated as prey by every single one of the vampires living in it. Rude comments were said to me every day, night after night.

The Sakamaki brothers would never show mercy.

– I am not food! – I tried to say countless times, and no one bothered to listen.

As time passed, I lost hope of being heard and became increasingly lonely. Until one of them showed up to question me.

– Sup, pancake? – Ayato's presence was recurring, wherever I went, I would be confronted by the red-haired vampire. – You have been sighin’ nonstop lately.

He asks this while using one of his rude nicknames, as always. However, I decided to answer him.

– It's just… it's been so long since I've had fresh air. – Another longing sigh crawls out of my nostrils, my gaze wandering to the ceiling. – The mansion is too stuffy, and I start to think about going somewhere else. Like a park or a garden outside of here.

No one would let me leave, it was that simple.

– A park? – With a single step, Ayato places himself right in front of me. His brow was furrowed. – For what? Do you want to have a date there or something? – His tone was blatantly mocking.

– What? No, I never said that!

Laughing at my face, he looks down at me.

– You know, your reaction says it all. – He walks around me with a sneer on his lips. – Of course, no one would invite you, with that flat chest of yours.

– My chest has nothing to do with it!

With the little freedom I have, it would be impossible to find someone in that sense. I don't even want to have a relationship with anyone right now.

– It has a lot to do with it. – Determined, he takes a step forward, daring me to respond. – Pan-ca-ke.

I know that if I answered him, his response would be another snarky joke. Ayato is really cruel.

Selfish, and an eternal child.

I just want to be listened to, without my words getting distorted or laughed at when I'm trying to say something important. Any change from him seemed too good to be possible.

– … excuse me. – I turn my back, catching him off guard as I head to the opposite side.

I’m in no mood to deal with that kind of discussion today. Rather keep myself out of trouble until dawn, no matter how much I despise wandering in the dark. Better alone than going out with bad company, after all.

When school starts, I sit outside at the top of the building, letting the wind intertwine my blond curls. I should have been in class, but the concentration on my studies had faded along with any remnants of determination.

On nights like this, loneliness is my only enemy.

It's cold out here. I need to hug my knees to get some comfort.

I would like to look at the sky, but the stars are hidden among the clouds. The only thing left is the bright full moon.

Even if I insisted on reaching its light with my fingertips, they would never make it. Some hopes were doomed to be forgotten.

However, I hadn't completely abandoned my dreams yet. I still thought of them.

– What are you doin’ here? – and he also remembered me.

When I lift my chin, I find the same confident boy from before seemingly bothered. His usual white shirt with three of the buttons unbuttoned, the black jacket, and one of the legs with the pants resting on his knee.

– Nothing… – I doubt he would care if I told him.

His eyebrows hunched as if trying to guess what I meant by that.

– Tch. – His hand lands on my back, pulling me away from the corner. – It's annoying when you suddenly disappear.

There was only one reason why Ayato would care about this.

– Uhm. – My lower lip trembles a little. – You always get upset when the prey disappears, right?

The words sound defiant in my head, although the voice comes out small and sad. I stand up with the support of his hand, watching his cautious expression through my pink irises.

He seems to think for a while, not knowing how to respond when he notices the lingering melancholy in my actions.

– Your blood is simple food for vampires. – Obviously, Ayato will say that. – It would be strange for us to treat you in any other way.

– Okay… – I don’t even want to argue, my mind is too exhausted for such a thing.

I try to free myself from him, with little desire to use force.

I remain in place.

– And this, it's “okay” too? – His arms wrap around my waist, suddenly pulling me towards him.

– Eh?!

Before I can react, the soles of my shoes leave the floor. The air currents that clash against me get more intense, and when I look down…

– A-Ayato. – I close my eyes. – Get back down, we’re going t-too high.

I forgot that vampires could fly on a full moon, and I never imagined that he would grab me and take flight like that, out of nowhere!

– Who told you to close your eyelids? – he murmurs with annoyance. – If you’re so afraid of fallin’, all you need to do is hold on tight.

Following his advice, I began to tighten his clothes. The muffled laugh that rises from his chest forms a strangely pleasant buzz against my skin. We ascend into the night sky.

My sighs become lighter as I place a small part of my trust in him, despite still being scared.

The environment around me felt swift and slow, indicating that Ayato had – finally – stopped.

His grip on my waist becomes solid, an assurance that he will continue carrying me.

His body barely emits heat, but it gives me a comforting feeling when I hold on tightly. Courage blooms in my chest, a curiosity to see what he wanted to show me so bad.

In an attempt to satisfy this anxiety, my eyelashes lift one by one.

I thought the heights would scare me, however, I was wrong. The city lights are beautiful, as bright as sun rays in the midst of shadows. A whiff of air slips away from my lungs, and my palms drag to his shoulders.

– I remember you said you weren't a big fan of the darkness once, so… – he turns his head upwards, forgetting to finish the sentence. – Oh, that's right, you wanted to see a park.

My heart filled with happiness when I realized that he had actually paid attention to what I said. I didn't even remember sharing this information with Ayato, but it seems that this opinion of mine had been kept carefully in his thoughts.

– There’s an amusement park. – He points with his index finger, proud of his own discovery. – Right there.

Following the direction in which his green eyes are guided, I observe a ferris wheel and other lit toys, as well as wide gates guarding the place. No group of people inside.

– It must be closed at these hours. We have to go back—

He cuts off my speech, pressing my body against his.

– Don't be a party pooper! You’ll be able to experience anythin’ you desire once we get there. – A playful smile forms on his lips, the idea sparkling in his pupils. – Let's go now.

– No, wait!

WHOOSH—

Ayato pretends not to hear as he flies away. I bury my face on his shoulder, a loud screech escaping my throat.

I hold him tightly as we cross the vast ocean of urban buildings, which resemble a bunch of figures and shadows moving around us. When we reach the blue floor, it feels like my stomach just turned from the inside out.

– … why do that? – I take in the fresh air, releasing it with some difficulty.

This night is getting too radical for me.

– If I had let you talk, you’d be complaining. – He murmurs, relieving the pressure of his hug. – It’s your first time skipping class, we gotta celebrate somehow!

This, in no context, should be a reason for celebration.

– There is no way to enjoy a closed amusement park. – A calm breeze passes by, and I break our embrace. – Someone might see it and call the police, we are trespassing after all.

He laughs.

– As if they’re going to find us! – the confidence in his words remains unshakable. – In the worst-case scenario, I’ll grip ya and fly away. No issue.

This vampire never changes. However, I have to admit that this little adventure lifted my spirits.

There's a section with a field of artificial flowers and the park’s map behind him. Even though we're the only ones here, all the attractions listed make me want to explore more.

– Alright. – I confirm with hesitation. – Let's try to be discreet, it would be awful if we ended up damaging something.

In the moment’s rush of adrenaline, I almost fail to perceive the cocky vampire puffing his chest in satisfaction.

– Heh, I always knew you weren’t as prissy as you seemed.

It surprises me that a guy like him managed to drag me into such a mess, which makes me question his true intentions. However, when I stop to question why, a very peculiar possibility comes to mind.

It makes me stay quiet for a while until I have the courage to ask:

– Ayato… did you bring me here because you wanted to have a date with me? – It made sense. That's what he had asked me before in a teasing tone, and it could be the real reason.

I see him blink, caught off guard by the question. No response comes out of his mouth.

Moments of stillness stretch between us.

– What are you sayin’? – suddenly, his face starts to become serious. – Obviously, I brought you here to have a meal.

My heart shatters.

I take a few steps back, almost bumping into a carousel horse by accident.

– Oh…

Of course. I don't even know why I thought it would be different.

– Come on, do your thing. – His lips form an evil smile, revealing his sharp fangs. – Close your eyes.

I was foolish to think his intentions would be good. I let my eyelids roll over my eyes, cringing in anticipation of a bite.

The silence becomes a thousand times more unbearable than it was a few seconds ago.

Until he blows a puff of air on my ear.

– Ow! – I cover it with my hand, eyes opening in irritation. – Ayato, if you're going to bite me, don't hurt my hearing!

His laughter resonates in my mind, and I, without understanding, watch him take a step back.

– Do you really think that, among all these fun toys, I'm ‘bout to bite your neck?! – suddenly, his hand holds mine. – Dum-my. You think too highly of yourself.

I’m amazed at this development, until I feel a pull from him, getting my feet dragged to God knows where Ayato is taking me.

– Tonight, let’s have fun. – Despite only seeing the back of his head, I'm sure Ayato is smiling. – So be quiet and don’t ask unnecessary questions.

The wind carries us around, shaking our fabrics and loose strands of hair as his fingers get tangled with mine. The touch is gentle.

The occasional – and discreet – glance he throws in my general direction tells me…

…this is definitely a date.

EXTRA: Silly moodboard.

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this text was way too hard to translate from my mother language to english, I hope this is decent (help)

I rolled a d30 (a thirty sided dice) online to determine my theme, and then noticed there was an extra, bonus prompt that I forgot to count. Oh well.

May we heavily boost #diabolik otp challenge this year. I hope this oneshot wasn't too long :,)

Also, check out LeFreet, I took the rendered Ayato chibi from one of their posts.

(@yuriko-mukami) <— Follow the creator of this challenge!

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers fandom #dialovers #diabolik lovers fanfiction #ayato sakamaki #diabolik otp challenge #yui komori #ayayui #diaboliklovers #ayato x yui #diahell

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scara-hater · 1 year

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Stars hold memories - Kuni/wanderer x reader

Nvm this was a mess, i read over it, maybe i should start proofreading. - slightly edited!

Reincarnated y/n but like no plot cuz I’m dumb - I literally never proofread.

Warnings: I can’t write, emo kuni, kuni being neglected ig, ooc?

Hundred’s of years ago, Inazuma opened it’s hands to greet a new life. A young boy now born.

He who had no understanding of what humans were, or to properly walk, Kunikuzushi was left grieving the loss of his mother. His small body abandoned in a field, left wailing at the sky, begging to go back. His legs buckling each time he tries to rise, falling over his own two feet. Without the strings from Ei he couldn’t hold his own weight.

“Mama please! I ca- *hic* I can’t stand- *hic* mama I can’t stand up.” His face filled with terror as his eyes are closed shut, hands now stained with dirt as they dig into the earth beneath him.

He’s scared.

for the first time, he’s experiencing what fear is.

He’s coughing and choking from how hard he mourns, while his hair disheveled and eyes soaked with tears. His pleas are meeting deaf ears, yet he continues to sob in hopes that his creator will come to his aid. However, the world is cruel.

His face and knees are scraped from his attempts to stand, and his feet a mess. The child doesn’t understand what this place is or why his ears hurt so much. All these noises are so new that his head is spinning. He wants it to end, he want’s his creator, he wants his mother.

But even so, he can feel the inevitable, it wove into his mind from the moment he was left alone, slowly it filled his head, after days of begging and bargaining. He knew.

The puppet had no purpose

Kunikuzushi has met his first betrayal.

One after another, he was faced with betrayal. Each promise ends in the same fate. With him alone and all of them gone. Including you.

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“Paimon thinks Wanderer looks a little out of it, hey! If you’re going to be sick, at least do it away from us!” God, these memories come and go as they please. Snapped out of his thoughts, The Wanderer looks over to Aether and his floating companion. Curtly excusing himself and retreating to a different place.

—

Coming back to his homeland has brought up many emotions and memories. Emotions and memories regarding you. How you cared for him so deeply, making him feel his purpose, being with you. How you would watch the stars and make up your own constellations. Looking at him Like he’s your world, and he was.

This trip is simply for the travellers mission, but that doesn’t make it any less distracting. It’s been decades, but he still misses you.

There’s a field the you would drag him to almost every night to stargaze. It was the same field he was abandoned, but the look on your face when being there? So radiant, so..at peace. He made amends with the area long ago, and replaced the associations with moments of you. You found it when you wanted to be alone, and realized it’s the perfect place to sit with some one you love. A quiet place to hold his hand, and talk about whatever you two pleased. It was right on the outskirts of where you lived, so the lights of civilization hued your faces just the right amount. You wanted to be there because it felt intimate.

The wanderer loved you, he still loves you, through his life he never forgot you - his beloved.

Making his way to the shared the old spot, with a few meters until he can be seated, you, standing there. Is this some type of joke? Are the gods finally punishing him for all his wrongdoings? He stands there frozen. No. You were given another chance at life. And now you two would finally meet.

- - - -

Dazed out of your mind, you felt this place calling to you. feeling this area is someplace you’ve been before. You’ve lived here all your life, but never visited this lovely grassy opening? It’s never been special, but something about today put your mind in a haze and you fell into your thoughts. Looking up at the sky to see all the beautiful clouds.

Though, you’re swiftly brought back to reality when you hear footsteps approaching from behind. Turning your head, meet two eyes that are already on your own. Oh that must be Kun-

“Oh, hello. Oh! I’m sorry, is this your spot? I saw this area and wanted to take a look, I can go if this is-“ “don’t”

Cutting your sentence short, you stay silent. Well he’s quite rude you thought. The air is thick and eye contact is heavy, there’s no words being shared, but something in his stare seems nostalgic, like this was done often at some point. Yet, you can’t deny how weird this is, clearing your throat you start, “Pardon me, but this is extremely awkward… ah! I’m Y/n nice to meet you.” “If I may, what’s your name? I don’t want to refer to you as ‘that rude guy”

Silence.

is he a crazy person? You thought. Oh archons, am I gonna die because I stole some one’s spot? How em-

“Kuni.” He looked away. Does he not know he’s mumbling? you could barely hear him. And as if listening to your thoughts, he straightens out and meets your gaze once again, “Kunikuzushi ” “though that’s not what you called me. Just call me Kuni, it’s easier to say.” Sure little puppet boy

Something about that made your eyes light up, smile so ever present on your face. It felt right, perhaps you’ve met before? Oh that’s more embarrassing than dying from a crazy person, you don’t remember him. Your face soon drops into a frown, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

Maybe he suggested it too soon? He’s letting you use a nickname and you’re frowning? Maybe he should just insult you until he feels better, better yet, maybe he should crawl into a whole and rot, doesn’t matter just please say something. Though his worries are diminished once he hears the sound of your laughter. “I’m so sorry, I think we’ve met before, I just can’t remember where, oh archons this is humiliating.” Your hands are on either side of your face flustered because you fear you may have neglected a past acquaintance. You can’t even look at him, this has to be the most awkward interaction either of you have been in.

but scrounging put the remainder of your dignity you meet his gaze once again.

————

He opens his mouth to speak, but what is he going to say? “Yes, we used to be in love years ago, but not in this life - you died but we loved each other ” He’s not an idiot.

“Ah- hmm.” “No.” “We’ve.. never.. met……before.”

And It hurts. The Archons have given him another chance to be with his y/n, and they’re right in front of him. Yet, he’s lying to the very face he vowed to never do that to. Though, there’s no point in explaining what there no longer is.

You two could never live like you once used to, he’s not the same boy you met over 200 years ago, nor are you the same Y/n of the past. But he wants you in his grasp once again.

The feeling in his chest feels like it’s going to explode if he doesn’t speak. Yet there are no words that come to mind. The reunion he’s always wished for, and he’s losing it.

So to save face, he’ll engage.

“Umm…this place…do you.. come here often” he’s looking up at the sky, it’s bright out today, but the night is so present in his memories.

“Pfffft..” You’re laughing.. again?

“Please don’t tell me your hitting on me right now.” What. No, oh no that’s not what he meant to do at all. His face begins to bloom in shades in pink and a frown is now present “Wha- I- No! Are you stupid? I would never lower myself for a- you know what? Never mind.” “I was just trying to ease how horrible this conversation is going, thanks to you.” He counters with his arms crossed and head turned Oh goodness He’s cute. “Well, Kuni once again, it is nice to meet you.”

“Now would you please answer my question.”

“is this your spot?”

“No.” He says “ it’s all yours.”

One day he’ll tell you about the countless memories you two once shared.

Of course while under the stars.

“Paimon is worried about the wanderer, he just disappeared!”

Apologies for my horrid writing, i always rush cuz i get too excited lol

#kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact #genshin x you #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x reader #genshin wanderer #wanderer #the wanderer #scaramouche #inazuma city

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moonlight-tmd · 3 months

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Prowlbee in an a.u. where Bee's father is a decepticon, but his personality is Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel.

He shows up to visit, and everyone questions how that guy is a decepticon.

Even better- Bee's father is a literal god of chaos and destruction.

This is a good opportunity to say that i will be separating the "Unicron and Primus are Bee's parents" AU from the Crack AU. (new au and tag is #god-sparkling au)

SO- to summarize: Unicron is a spirit of Earth and Primus is a spirit of Cybertron and they can materialize into transformers to interact with stuff. Bee is their Sparkling from the time they were a loving couple (now they are divorced per se). He grew up on Cybertron with guidance of his Sire (Primus) and now is living on Earth where he has fun with his Papa (Unicron).

So i had multiple takes on how they would meet. I actually think it would happen in one of the first fights when cons fight with the bots over something and Megs hurts Bee.

They all just hear a screech/roar in the close distance seconds after Megs punched Bee real hard. Megs carries on with his evil speech to the Prime and the next moment he is hit by a mining dump truck going full speed. Then said dump truck starts to shift and tadah- this ginormous bot twice the size of Megatron pops out and he is manhandling that chopper like nothing. The cons (Megatron) barely manages to run away, the moment the autobots think he's gonna wreck more chaos and possibly try to kill them he only shouts after the flyers "AND DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY SPARKLING EVER AGAIN!!".

This was both confusing and concerning. Bee goes running to that obviously dangerous bot and-- wait, why are they hugging?

So turns out this colossal fucker is itty bitty Bee's creator.

Now you'd think he'd be rowdy, aggressive and cause trouble on every occasion. But nah, this guy is smitten over his little kid, kinda like a doberman over a tiny baby. All scary but gentle. He's also cheery and loves to joke around and he will help out anyone if his sparkling asks him to. Parenthood completely changed this guy- at least when he's out in public or with his sparkling.

I haven't seen Hazbin Hotel, I only watch Helluva Boss, but I've seen some shorts about it.

I suppose Prowl would be definitely intimidated because holy fuck that is Bee's creator and he just threw Megatron like a ball across the field. Unis (Unicron's alias) is very happy that his kid got himself someone to love. Prowl hates to admit it but he's kind of questioning whether his relationship with Bee was a good idea, he still sticks with it in the end tho.

Everyone else is just as confused since Unis claims to be the most cruel and destructive warrior in the entire universe and here he is playing with Sari and Bee so gently and carefully, he never gives anything a scrach from his big claws or spike-like armor pieces.

ALTERNATIVELY (and maybe what you wanted in the first place)- Bee still has a Sire but he's not a giant godly being but instead a sleek warframe with a monsterstuck alt (a little taller than Optimus and Bulkhead).

So one time Team Prime gets a Decepticon signal on the outskirts near some abandoned facility and goes there expecting to find Megs and his minions. They spread out to get them from both sides but...

Well, they did stumble upon a Decepticon, one with awfully familiar features in fact, but that one didn't really behave like a Decepticon... He apologized for making a mess cuz he tripped and knocked down some tiny silos when they scared him and was very awkward and asking if they could maybe help him out. He strongly denied wanting to fight them even.

Then Bee came out of the bushes with Ratchet and the two bots with horns locked optics for a single second before running and hugging each other all happy.

So turns out this stray Decepticon they tracked down was Bee's Sire.

Let's name him... Dragonfly. He was a Decepticon, one of the higher ranking ones in fact, but not partaking in any business with the war surprisingly. He was a single parent and had Bee on a neutral colony, when Bee was old enough he helped his kid to get on a ship heading to Cybertron to work and secretly help his Sire out a bit on the colony. He and Bee couldn't communicate often, he didn't know Bee and his crew had gone missing but Bee had gone without replying to any of his messages for the longest time so he knew something must have happened to his bitlet. Worried and slightly paranoid he got into his camouflaged ship and went from place to place looking for him. He was spotted by the Elite Guard's ship and shot down when he neared Earth and now he was kind of stranded until his ship is fixed.

He was very nice and polite unlike the Decepticons all of the Autobots usually met. He even took a liking to the organics and Sari when she visited the next day- she accidentally mistook the new bot for Bee cuz they looked so similar. When she learned that this was Bee's dad she was hella excited tho. When Bee introduced Prowl as his sparkmate he was surprised but very pleased that his little bitlet found love. Oddly enough, he seemed very leaning into the idea of Prowl eventually becoming part of the family.

Despite being a Decepticon, Dragonfly didn't really interacted with either of the sides unless necessary. He wasn't very happy to hear that Megatron and his troops also reside on this planet, more so when his bitty is an autobot and fighting them. He deemed it the best option to just hide and don't interact with the Decepticons here, Megatron had respect for him but Dragonfly knew he would use this for his advantage if he learned Bee was his Sparkling. He's also not happy to hear Optimus boss Bee around for dangerous missions and solo escapades. He's even more upset that this low rank is bossing around a repair crew to fight with trained war soldiers instead of calling backup from the Elite Guard. At one point he confronts him about it and states that he will not let Bee go on any of the dangerous missions and fights to potentially die and that he is incompetent for making an untrained group fight a war. So what if you have field experience and a war vet on the team? They are still untrained and not ready to fight what Megatron has in store.

Optimus hated being a low ranking Prime and did not want to sit there useless when the threat was knocking at their door. But with what Dragonfly said it might have been time he made peace with the fact where he belongs now...

And so, Team Prime becomes more neutral to the Decepticons roaming out and about (outside for the threat of human villains, Optimus refuses to leave the humankind endangered by them) and lets the Elite Guard handle most of the calls, only times they are forced to assist is when an Allspark Shard appears.

Going back to Bee and Dragonfly- Dragonfly stayed on Earth a while after Team Prime fixed his ship to make sure everything was fine. He gave a communicator to his Sparkling to call him undercover at any time, they speak to each other every week. Team Prime still doesn't know why such a kind and nice mech is a Decepticon but Bee is happy and that's all that matters. They may also gotten a tad nicer towards Bee cuz a Decepticon is still a Decepticon, and with the role Bee's sire plays it would end really bad for them if they hurt him.

Welp, you got 2 versions of the same ask, one of them surely was what you wanted so yeh. Thank you for the ask!

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #tfa bumblebee #tfa au #god sparkling au #prowlbee

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gojou-violin · 11 months

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| requested by @thisbicc

| pairing: kotaro bokuto x reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Cursing. Self-consciousness / Self-sabotaging behaviors.

| summary: Bokuto's always been your best friend despite the fact that you've always been a bit cold to him... But it's only because you'd die if he found out that you're madly in love with him.

| wc: 1.1k

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @@justanotherpasserby , @lyteatus , @unknownspecies , @diorsbrando , @peachesncats

All it took was a single breaking point. Years and years of teasing and acting like you hated each other when in reality you were all that the two of you had, drawn to each other regardless of how shitty you could treat him and how his teasing could some times get out of hand. Bokuto was the only person who had stuck by your side through thick and thin. At first, the whole thing started as a joke-- or maybe even a defense mechanism to protect yourself from the fact that you thought that someone as handsome and perfect as Bokuto would only be looking at you in the first place for some silly joke that would leave you heartbroken and in shambles.

He'd come up to you to ask how you were doing, and you'd easily shrug him off, yet he'd follow you around 'til you gave in with a gumbly, "I'm fine. What do you want?" He'd do it every day until suddenly his questions were normal and your jagged responses didn't bother either of you anymore; then you were suddenly going to him, asking how he was and if he wanted to go out for drinks and dinner that evening. Bokuto would always abandon the groupies he'd be surrounded by just to go with you wherever you wanted, and he'd quickly take pictures or sign autographs in a discreet way that wouldn't interrupt you while you were thinking or talking to him, because you could tell that he enjoyed the sound of your voice-- The first person to give off that vibe, really. You hated it. He was supposed to be the loud, boisterous, extroverted one, however he always gave you room to speak in circles until you'd run out of breath or couldn't bear to ramble anymore while he was stuffing his face full of soba noodles.

Part of you didn't hate that Bokuto was famous and attractive, you just hated that it meant the two of you were never really alone or that you were always left second guessing your friendship, and as a result you were incredibly cruel each time. There were a handful of examples to give aside from the common shrugging off whenever he'd sneak up behind you to tease you, like how you'd straight up walk the other way whenever fans would approach him on the street. You knew that there was nothing that he could do. He had to stay there and kindly interact with everyone while watching you with pouty puppy-dog eyes as you wandered off but he couldn't stop you or catch up to you. You knew that you should have just sucked it up. You could have just stayed with him, even offered to take pictures or something-- But you felt like you had to walk away each time or inevitably Bokuto would see it on your face how you were so jealous of the way he'd playfully flirt with the girls, how he'd wrap his arms around them for photos, and how he absolutely adored their "I love yous" and their endless "Fuck me" stares. If he knew that you were jealous, he would have made fun of you for an eternity. Nothing would change. You'd still be his bitchy best friend, but now you'd be deemed his silly, jealous, bitchy best friend. Fuck that. You weren't going to give Bokuto the satisfaction.

Yet in the end all it really took was a single breaking point. It started like normal, him running up to you, tapping your left shoulder to get you to peek over it before you realized that he was actually glancing around your right shoulder, him asking how your day was, you responding by rolling your eyes and walking off so that he could follow you down the road to your neighborhood. He skipped alongside you like a toddler while interrogating you, "How was work? Make any new friends today? What did you have for lunch? Did you miss me?" When the two of you were stopped at the train station by a couple of teens who were apparently big fans of his, you rolled your eyes and walked off with your hands stuffed in your pockets. Behind you, you heard Bokuto apologizing profusely to the girls while scribbling his signature desperately before running away from them to catch up to you.

A hand on your wrist.

A gentle yank to get you to stop walking.

Another pull to make you turn around to face him, panic and embarrassment written all over him.

A pant as he said, "Please stop walking away from me... I get worried."

And with a furrowed brow, you scoffed and asked him why he'd get worried. Scared of a couple of teenagers, huh?

"No..." He stepped closer. "No, not at all." And closer. "Just scared that I'll lose track of you and never see you again."

You laughed. How could he think he'd never see you again when all he did was track you down every day just to hang out with you?

He was so close that you could feel his body heat radiating against yours while his large figure towered over you. "My worst fear is not having you around anymore, is that so hard to believe?"

"It's a stupid fear."

"Not to me."

"Why?"

"'Cause I never even got the chance to properly ask you out yet."

The train arrived as you realized that this was the breaking point. After so many years of dancing around the idea of possibly dating Kotaro Bokuto because you thought that it'd never happen in a million years, he was standing there, holding onto you desperately, looking down at you with sincere eyes, ignoring the train doors that were closing, and he was the one finally doing the dance-around instead of you.

Bokuto gulped. "I know a pretty good barbeque place nearby."

"That's a shitty first date," you told him flatly in order to hide the fact that your heart was racing in your chest.

"Fine. Kuroo told me about an expensive izakaya in Tokyo."

"Fine."

"What time?" you pressed on.

"Seven."

You chuckled. "Without a reservation?"

"I can pull some strings."

"You mean that Kuroo can pull some strings for you."

Bokuto looked a bit more panicked. "Do you not want to go with me?"

You froze for a moment before your eyes widened in realization that you'd done it again. In your attempt to hide how happy you were, you came off as cold and uncaring to the situation. Shit. So to remedy the situation, you grabbed his phone from his pocket while he blushed at you, and you handed it to him, telling him to ask Kuroo to pull those strings for him.

Bokuto lit up like a fire cracker. Despite how disruptive it was, he started jumping around the train station platform while cheering happily. He really was like a toddler when he got excited. That was something you'd always loved about him.

#op #fanfic #bokuto #haikyuu #kotaro bokuto #bokuto kotaro #haikyuu fanfic #bokuto fluff #haikyuu fluff #bokuto fanfic

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