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fallingdownhell · 7 months

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hi!! i really loved your reader drunk complimenting dumeru boys 😭❤️ i was wondering if you can make something similar but with diluc, xiao, thoma? you can add whoever else you want!

thank you in advance, if ever you come across this ask and accept my request! love your writing btw <3

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoy my writing! And of course, I loved that request so much myself, glad to include some other characters in this now<3

Characters Included: Diluc; Xiao; Thoma

Content: gender neutral reader; drunk reader; established relationship; general fluffy content

Word count: 2k words

Imagine Reader's parts as drunken gibberish, I can't write that for the life of me xD

Diluc

Even though Diluc himself did not like drinking alcohol and rarely participated in it, he could understand your need for the occaisonal drink at his bar, especially when he noticed you approach after an particular stressful day at work.

He noticed your slumped way of walking, the sour expression on your face as you approached the bar at Angel's Share. Without a word, he turned and prepared your favourite drink for you, placing it in front of you with an understanding nod.

You thanked him and almost downed the drink entirely in one go. So it was that bad, huh?

Like always, he wanted to keep an eye on you the entire time, to ensure you wouldn't drink too much, but something came up and he had to leave the bartending to Charles on his own.

As he emerged from his office within the Angel's Share again after two hours had passed, he was surprised and concerned when he did not see you sitting at the bar anymore.

Alarmed, he was about to dash over to Charles to question him about your whereabouts, but then a shout ripped through the tavern, a voice he would recognise anywhere.

He turned to the source of the noise and found you sitting at one of the many tables in the tavern, surrounded by other people who were heavily drunk and singing along with the bards... just like you were.

Diluc turned again to look at Charles, who only spared him one apologetic look before he tended to other customers again.

"DILUC!"

The shout of his name brought him to turn his attention back to your drunken self, as you tried approaching him on your stumbling and unsafe legs. He caught you under your arms as you were about to fall right in front of him, but this only made you giggle more.

"Where have you been? You missed out on SOOO much fun!", you laughed and giggled while talking, raising your glass to your lips again to drink even more. But Diluc caught your hand before you could do so, gently taking the glass from your grip.

"I think you've had enough for the night, darling."

"No! I'm pracitcally sober! See?". You tried convincing him, but you were basically stumbling while only staying in one spot, so it wasn't exactly successful.

"Come on, it's time to get you to bed.", he said as he then gently picked you up, one hand supporting your upper body while his other arm was holding you under your legs.

You let out a surprised noise at the sudden motion, but soon started giggling again, wrapping your arms around his neck as Diluc carried you out the tavern and began the walk back to his mansion.

It was late at night already, but that didn't stop you from talking the entire time, commenting either about the time of day or what you were seeing upon your travels.

"WOW, did you see the shape of that bush?!"

"Has that flower always been there? ...Why is it staring at me?"

Diluc couldn't help but smile at your crazy talk. He wished he could see what you were seeing right now, but it's best if he didn't.

This carried on for a while, him carrying you like this while you commented on absolutely everything without pause, until suddenly, you slapped your hands against his cheeks, holding his face like that and making him look at you.

Surprised, he stopped walking, looking at you questioningly as you were practically staring him in the eyes, not saying anything.

"...What?", he asked after a few seconds of silence as you began squinting your eyes together.

"You have such a pretty face, you know that?", you suddenly said, before giggling again, letting go of Diluc's face again and hiding your own against his chest.

Meanwhile, Diluc had combusted into all the different shades of red at your compliment. His brain stopped working for a second at the unsuspected praise of his appearance.

When he tried nudging you, he noticed that you'd finally fallen asleep in his arms, looking peacefully unaware. Diluc sighed, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, whispering "Sweet dreams" into your ear as he carried on his way, holding you tightly against his chest.

He knew you would feel the full force of your drinking tomorrow morning, but he would be there as well, to help and comfort you through it.

Xiao

He was still not too familiar with the customs of the humans, so he didn't think too much of it when you told him that you were going out for a few drinks with your friends.

He just nooded and wished you a good night with them while he would focus on his duties for the time you were going to be apart. Never would he have thought it would end like this..

The night has already progressed quite far, but there were still no signs of you coming back. And Xiao was slowly starting to get worried.

He hasn't heard anything from you at all. Normally, you would call his name and he would accompany you back home, to make sure you would arrive safe and sound.

But never before did it take you this long, you usually never stayed out this late.

So the fact that it happened now, made his mind spin with worry and a hundred different scenarios on what could have happened to you while he wasn't there to protect you.

As his thoughts kept wandering and getting worse by the second, he suddenly heard you... your voice... calling his name..

He was confused for only a second because your voice didn't sound as paniced like he had imagined it would, but that was quickly shoved to the back of his mind as he teleported to you.

To his surprise, he stood in the middle of a very crowded place, people all around him and shouting and singing very loudly with each other. Is this what you called a "tavern" earlier?

Xiao then looked around and spotted you not too long after. You were standing with your back turned to him, so he approached you, wanting to know why you called for him.

As he came closer, he noticed you standing with your group of friends. The closer he got, the better he began to understand what you were talking about.

"... so handsome! And his hair! Oh my god, his hair! It's so fluffly! Like, you wouldn't think it, but it's so..."

You were rambling, your friends laughing at your drunken monologue about your boyfriend, which made you pout.

"Hey! Don't laugh at me! It's true, Xiao is very handsome and loveable!"

Xiao froze in his tracks over hearing you say that. Was that why you called his name? Because you were gushing to your friends about him?

"Yeah, yeah, we know, (Name).", your friends were laughing and giggling even more at your pouting, to which you then decided to turn around to get another drink from the bar. Although those plans of your were long forgotten as you recognized the face of your boyfriend in the crowd.

"XIAO!", you screamed, a huge grin appearing on your face as you immediately ran towards him, startling the poor Adeptus even more. He was unsure how to react in this situation, but you just took care of that for him.

Jumping up into his arms, hugging your arms around his neck, you giggled as you burried your face into his neck. "What are you doing here?", you asked him after a minute, only now realizing how strange his presence here was.

"You.. called my name.", Xiao explained, a bit awkward since your friends were watching you two and he did not know how to handle you right now. You were acting so different than usual..

"I did? Really.. I don't remember..", you pondered, but moments later, it was already forgotten again as you hugged him again, giggling like a madman, continuing to mumble "Xiao.. Xiao.. my Xiao..", while you did so.

Xiao was blushing like crazy, and the best thing he knew to do right now was to escape this situation as soon as possible.

"I'll be taking her home now.", he said directed to your friends. Then, placing an arm around your back, he teleported you and himself back to his room at Wangshuu Inn, were he laid you down on the bed.

He would let you rest for now, but there were a lot of questions he needed you to answer tomorrow morning..

Thoma

Thoma himself did not drink often, but he also never stopped you from doing so, knowing that you liked to go out from time to time to have fun this way. And he always took care of you when you had a terrible hangover the next day.

You always felt guilty about it and he would tell you that he didn't mind it a bit, but it didn't help your conscious at all. Still, the next best opportunity you got, you would do it again.

It became somewhat of a routine that Thoma would look after you when you overdid it with the drinking again.

Like today...

It was only supposed to be two or three drinks with some friends at a bar, but it escalated when a certain Oni came into the picture, challenging you to a drinking game which you could not turn down.

Thoma tried his best in talking you out of it, but your pride got the better of you. And now, you were horribly drunk, your head resting on the bar counter as you giggled and laughed at absolutely nothing.

Your friends and other spectators were laughing at you, as well as the drunk Oni next to you, while Thoma was shaking his head. He did feel pity for you, because the hangover would be gruesome, but on the other hand, he did warn you and you refused to listen to him. It was your own fault...

Deciding that enough was enough, he went over to you, gently patting your back.

"Come on, (Name). It's time to go home now.", he said as he took one of your arms to place it over his shoulder, while his other arms wrapped around your back so he could help you walk better.

You were barely conscious at this point, only unintelligable noises leaving your lips, interrupted by the occaisonal giggle or laughter.

The people made room for the two of you as Thoma helped you to get outside, the fresh air hitting your face and you soon felt like you became a bit more clear in the head again.

Suddenly realizing that you were walking, you looked at the figure next to you through squinted eyes. You didn't recognize much, other than the fact that whoever that was, they were looking rather handsome..

"Heeyy.. you come here often?", you asked, the words managed to come out after a few attempts. The person next to you was silent for a few seconds, then you heard a chuckle from them.

"You could say that, yes.", they answered you, which satisfied you for now. You nodded, walking in silence for a bit, until a new realization hit you.

"Wait.. where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home. You had a bit too much to drink, (Name)."

You only nodded again, letting this strange person walk you back to your home without further resistance. Maybe, if you were more sober, you would have realized the hidden dangers in this if the person next to you would have been anyone else..

As soon as you were through the door of your home and your head hit your soft pillow, your lights went out instantly and you were snoring softly, sleeping like a rock.

With a sigh, but also a fond smile on his lips, Thoma looked at you and shook his head as he made sure to pull the blankets over your body, before he left for now to gather a few herbs and medicine to help your recovery later...

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 6 months

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I don't know if you're taking requests, but I'll take a chance haha, I read His Girl and became completely obsessed with Garrick because of you haha, could you make Garrick possessive/jealous of the female reader he says he hates, pleeease?

Well... I caved in. As always it's not exactly as the request but still something along the lines. 🤍✨🫧

Silent worry

"These are the petrol stations for today, hand them out to the squads", Garrick dropped a stash of papers next to you. You frowned at him instantly, "Our squad is supposed to be on a rest this week", you grunted, flipping through his plan. "Things change, hand them over. The first squad is supposed to leave in fifteen minutes", Garrick said bluntly.

"No they are not", you say firmly, and Garrick instantly raises an eyebrow at you. "I'm second in charge. You run this shit through me. They are not ready and will not fly. End of the conversation, Tavis", you pushed off the wall trying to size him up but in all honesty, who were you kidding? The guy was at least twice your size. His power was lethal. He didn't listen to people ordering him around. Unless it was Xaden or someone from the upper management.

"I gave you an order. You're not gonna follow through?", Garrick leaned over you. You hated that the height difference allowed him to look down on you lime that. You bit the inside of your cheek. You knew that you had to follow his orders but this was unheard of. The same squad that was supposed to fly now had only come back hours ago. Most of the cadets were still asleep.

"I'm telling you that I don't agree with your decision", you said through gritted teeth, "As a section leader you should know better". That was enough to ear a growl from Garrick. "You're getting too comfortable in your own position", he snarled, "Forgot what tasting dirt beneath other's boots felt like so quickly?". You know that Garrick can see the hurt that flashed through your eyes. You flex the muscles in your jaw. No, you were not gonna break beneath this man's gaze.

"Knock it down you two", Xaden's warning voice boomed as he and Bodhi walked towards you both. You drop your gaze yet you could almost swear that Garrick was about to say something but he had chosen against it at the very last minute. "Why are you too bickering once again, huh?", Bodhi draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him playfully but the tight smile on your face didn't ease. More anger, however, flared in Garrick's eyes. Gods, you were done with this. Pushing Bodhi's hand off you. You shoved the papers into Garrick's chest, "I'll form a squad myself and we will leave when I say that we leave", you hissed, sparing him one last look as you pushed past them.

"Was this necessary?", Bodhi asked as he moved to lean against the wall. "No one asked for your opinion, Bo", Garrick huffed as he looked down the balcony at you rushing down the stairs. "You're too harsh on her", Xaden mused. "We don't cuddle cadets, Riorson", Garrick bit back coldly. "Right, but she's a friend. A part of our close group, not some newbie", Bodhi noted firmly, clearly getting fed up with watching you two bickering back and forth no doubt. "She deserves better from you, man", Xaden tapped his shoulder as he turned to step away. As if Garrick didn't know that himself. But he wasn't grown on love. All he had was Xaden and then along the way, they found people they could trust. But emotions... Let's just say managing them had never been his strongest asset. "Fuck it", Garrick grumbled as he pushed away from the railing, turning to the stairs. Bodhi chuckled in the background, "Don't forget to tell her that you love her", he shouted from behind, only earning a vulgar gesture in return.

He had just rounded the corner when Chradh's voice echoed through his mind. Save yourself the running, she already left. Garrick let out a frustrated growl, How many did she take with her? There was a beat of silence. Three, others declined. Declined? How dare anyone decline your orders? The squads were as much under your command as they were under his. Before you blow up and embarrass yourself, she gave them a choice. No, he was going to have a long conversation with you when you came back and Garrick was more than ready to remind you just how you don't ask but give orders.

What he didn't know was that he was going to get long hours of waiting. Filled with nothing but self-sabotage. You should have been back a couple of hours ago. No matter how much he tried Garrick couldn't focus on anything. He was clueless in the class that he paid zero attention to. He didn't hear most of his friend's conversations. Training had taken some of the toll but only for that time. Only while he was punishing. One swift hook under another. The bag cracked through the seams. "Right, tiger, step aside", Bodhi called out but his joke didn't land and Garrick had him pinned against the wall in the blink of an eye. Xaden quickly cut in, pulling at his lifelong friend, "Outside now", there was no question in his voice, this was a demand.

Garrick rubbed his hands over his face. The cool breeze helped but it also reminded him that the sun was setting down. Meaning now it was way WAY past the time you were meant to be back. "She will come back", Xaden said calmly, "So whatever that's brewing inside you now", he gestured to his friend, "let go of it because she will be too tired to deal with your bullshit". Garrick knew that himself without anyone having to tell him.

"You know", Xaden moved to stand next to him, "You're miserable company when Y/N is not around". They both snickered quietly but Garricks's face glazed over first. "And whatever that you're thinking now is not true", Xaden cut In quickly, "Not that you deserve any praise but she likes you just the way you are", "Fuck you", Garrick muttered, turning away from his friend, "Violet made you soft as fuck". Xaden only smirked, "I would do anything for her. We both have sharp edges and scowls but they see right through it".

He sat in the courtyard after that. Glaring at the darkening horizon as if that somehow prevented the night from settling in. You humans are unbearable creatures Chradh mused. Ask her dragon where they are. A chuckle sounded, I enjoyed watching you sweat way too much to do that. Garrick was about to fight back as the sound of the wings filled the sky. It had to be you. It had to. All other squads were back. He had chucked dozens of times. The moment your blue dragon came in view Garrick nearly sank to the floor. You were seated. Your posture seemed strong. You had to be fine.

The moment everyone dismounted Garrick stepped forward. Crossing the distance between you two. Your dragon merely rolled his eyes. "You three are dismissed", he said bluntly to the cadets motioning for them to get on their way. They slowly looked among themselves before their eyes fell on you. "I said...", Gaarick started again but you quickly cut in, "Go you guys, I'll see you in the morning. You did great", you said softly, offering them a tired smile, that they quickly returned. Shooting Garrick a dirty look as they walked past, already engaged in a conversation of their own.

Your shoulders slump slightly, "Let's hear it", you sighed, clearly preparing yourself for Gaarick's harsh words. That flickered guilt within his chest. Had he genuinely been such an ass to you lately, that him getting angry was all you expect? Garrick stepped forward, his arms instantly reaching for your body as he wrapped you up in his embrace. Your body stayed stiff for a moment. The shock of the situation kept you paralyzed before you muttered, "Garrick?".

"Just tell me if you're hurt. Did you get attacked? Does anything hurt?", he pulled away abruptly, looking you over. Your eyes fall on his wind-swept hair, "Have you been sitting here all night?", you asked him softly. He lost a breath himself, halting before he nodded his head. Your face softened as you reached up to cup his cheek, "You didn't have to, everything is okay", "You were meant to be back hours ago and we separated like that and...", a string of frustrated words slipped past his lips. You watched him for a moment before you stepped forward, pressing your head against his chest as you squeezed him to you. Garrick lost a labored breath, his own body relaxing before he pressed a couple of loving kisses along your hairline. Tenderly stroking your back. You looked up at him, "Worrying looks good on you", you teased him softly earning an eye roll, "You sound like fucking Bodhi and Xaden", he huffed but his tight smile curved upwards as you softly giggled. "Come on let's get you fed and washed up", Garrick pulled you alongside him, his grip not loosening on you as you two walked towards the main entrance.

#garrick tavis #garrick tavis x reader #garrick tavis imagine #garrick tavis x you #garrick fourth wing x reader #garrick fourth wing imagine #fourt wing imagine #fourth wing x reader #iron flame imagine #iron flame x reader #xaden riorson x reader

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midnight-black2 · 14 days

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ok so i have an idea. (this is before jann got into gt academy)

jann has had a crush on us for a very long time. coby invites jann to a party saying we’ll be there (so ofc he comes) and they play spin the bottle/7 mins in heaven

𝟕 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

pairing : jann mardenborough x reader, prompt #8

synopsis : it's exactly what the req says lol

disclaimers : sub!jann, dom!reader, teasing, kissing, etc, this is rather mild tbh

note : yayy first req for my eventtt.

jann was definitely not the type to attend parties, but for you? he'd do it, no questions asked. so when his brother practically begged jann to drive him to said party, jann couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you, which is how he found himself in that rare situation; standing awkwardly by your side as all the others drunkenly shouted and laughed.

now, you'd be lying if you said you didn't find jann absolutely adorable, but you weren't quite sure if he was equally as interested in you. you never wanted to make him feel uncomfortable, and for this reason, your relationship never went past a small hug or longing gazes.

you were tipsy, not drunk, but you were confident, and all nerves had washed away with the first drink. you swayed, your pinky finger grazing his, which caused him to noticeably tense up just a bit. his cheeks were dusted with a light shade of pink. you wished you could say you hadn't done it on purpose, but you wanted to see a reaction out of him. it was amusing to you, to say the least.

"you know what we should do?" coby asks, in a loud voice. he had definitely had one too many to drink. he stumbled around, making his way across the room haphazardly, before resting his hand on janns shoulder. "we should totally play seven minutes in heaven!" you chuckled.

"what are we, sixth graders ?" you laughed, teasingly. you weren't entirely against the idea. however, you also weren't entirely for the idea of being stuffed in a closet with anyone else but jann. you also didn't seem to like the idea of jann being stuffed in a closet with anyone but you.

"oh cmon, it'll be fun," audrey replied, and coby nodded eagerly. everyone else seemed willing to play, and even jann wasn't necessarily protesting.

"i mean sure, im surely not stopping you," you said, as you sat down, joining the circle that the other people had already started to form. coby ushered jann to the opposite side of the circle, likely to raise the chances of your spin landing on him. you weren't sure of that at the time, though. looking back, you should've known why he did that, but the alcohol clouded your better judgement.

coby placed an empty glass bottle in the middle of the circle with a cunning grin. he sat back down next to jann, before asking the question, "who's spinning first?" audrey volunteered, willingly so. it landed on someone neither you nor jann knew; one of coby's friends, presumably. the two entered the small closet at the back of the room, before coby started the seven minute timer.

not much could be heard, which was climactic. everyone was chit-chatting. some were talking about who they hoped the bottle landed on, others were talking about what they thought audrey and the guy were actually doing. then, the timer rang startlingly. coby walked by the closet door and knocked.

"hey lovers, your times up!" he shouted, laughing. a few moments after, audrey slowly opened the door, hair tousled around a bit. her lipstick was slightly smeared, and she wore a giddy smile. context clues were enough for everyone to start teasing the two as they entered the main room. audrey sat back down next to you, and you smirked suggestively.

"well then, looks like you had fun," you said, frivolously. audrey scoffed and elbowed you in a playful manner, but she couldn't fight the growing smile on her face.

"maybe..." she answered, with an eye roll.

"well, i think we all know what happened there," coby began. "so...who's next?" for a minute, nobody volunteered.

"i guess i am," you said, with a slight shrug. jann's head perked up, his eyes meeting yours. neither of you dared to look away, so you shot him a soft smile. he returned the gesture, a bit of color returning to his cheeks before he got kicked out of his trance by coby, who was wiggling his brows up and down obnoxiously.

you placed your hand on the bottle, before giving it a forceful spin. the moments of waiting were pure agony, as you kept your eyes on the bottle which was spinning around tauntingly. it started to slow, and finally came to a halt. your eyes trailed up to who it landed on, and sure enough, it was jann. his eyes widened, as he blinked a few times. he wasn't sure whether or not he was seeing things.

coby and the rest of the group started hyping jann up, and even audrey threw you a quick thumbs up with an eye brow raise. so, you stood, feet planted on the ground. jann followed suit, before you both walked into the closet. you clicked on the light bulb, and he shut the door behind him.

"your seven minutes starts now!" coby announced. suddenly, the closet felt so stuffy with the air that reeked of awkwardness. you made yourself comfortable, trying to find some words to say to him. in reality, this game could be quite unpleasant if you didn't want to do anything with the other person.

"i-uh, sorry...i've never played this before and..." he stammered, swallowing nervously.

"you've never played seven minutes in heaven before?" you asked, smiling softly.

"yeah uh-no. no i haven't," he replied, before laughing softly and looking down at his hands.

"it's alright, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to," you said, placing a hand on his knee, trying to make him feel more comfortable. he looked at your hand, then up to you. was this a dream? was he dreaming? if so, he'd rather die than wake up. "or...we could have some fun."

"what do you mean?" he asked, interest piqued. you tittered, and tapped your index finger against his leg.

"i think you know, jann," you replied, smiling. "just tell me what you want." he thought about it for a moment, as he collected his composure. there were many things he wanted. he wanted for you to touch him more, get impossibly closer to him--even kiss him...hell, he wanted a billion dollars. and he was good under pressure, he didn't let it crack him completely just yet.

"i want..." he had to force the words out, feeling as though it were almost embarrassing to seem so desperate. "i want you to...kiss...me." he sounded sure of it, but nervous as well. you hummed softly in approval. you had to applaud him, you didn't think he'd ever say it. but now that he did, you swiftly climbed over his lap, straddling him, wasting no time. you steadied yourself by placing one hand at his shoulder and one at his hip.

"is this okay?" you asked, wanting to check with him before you took things any further. he nodded eagerly, and you laughed. you cupped his cheeks, before leaning in, admiring him. his face became a crimson, as his eyes flickered between yours and your lips. you finally closed the gap, and captured him in a kiss. he sighed into it, melting into you.

your touch, the way you handled him with care was all too much for him. his head was reeling, and all you had done was kiss him. when you pulled away, he smiled gingerly.

"you're a good kisser," he said, with a small laugh, as his gaze averted.

"likewise." his grin widened. you leaned back in, as did he. you kissed him once again, but with a sort of fervor this time around. jann felt cloudy, like it was heaven. he'd finally understood the name of the game. when you pulled away for the second time, he had to resist the urge to pout. his mood was quickly lifted once again, though, when you started trailing soft kisses down his jaw and to his neck.

"let me know if you want me to stop," you mumbled against his soft skin. he nodded, but he had no intentions of doing so. you continued, starting to bite softly, only to test the waters. his breath stuttered, and his left hand found its way to your hip, as a way to ground himself. you left light pink hickeys down his neck. something he would possibly be forced to talk about with his parents, but he couldn't care less in that moment.

after you felt satisfied, you went back up for another kiss on the lips. he met you halfway, and he hummed into it, feeling a wave of bliss wash over him. he would have to thank his brother when they got home, because never in a million years would this had happened without him. and just when nothing could get in the way--something did, indeed, get in the way.

the timer beeped glaringly from outside the closet. jann groaned softly, unhappy to hear it. you chuckled, and lifted yourself off of him. you could hear coby striding towards the door, before knocking.

"times up, to your demise!" he said, with a shared laugh of everyone outside. you opened the door, with a small complacent smirk. jann stood behind you, and since he was so tall everyone had a clear view of what you had left on his neck.

who knew seven minutes in heaven could be such a fun game? maybe it was only fun because it was with jann, though.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

#dom!reader #dom reader #lime #seven minutes in heaven #spin the bottle #party #jann mardenborough #archie madekwe #gran turismo #jann x reader #jann mardenborough x reader

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eggtartz · 1 year

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hey, may i request hurt to comfort with mikey, haruchiyo, ran, rin, keisuke and wakasa, where the reader flinches during an argument out of reflex? thank you in advance!

a/n : there's similar ideas already written by @kshira and @muichu check out their works too!

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mikey

"gosh mikey can we just stop im tired" you exhaustingly exhaled at your boyfriend who was sitting on the couch. "tired of what exactly y/n? you see this is why we argue all the damn time! we don't even talk anymore!" mikey raised his hand to hit the couch but you flinched when he did that. mikey noticed your flinching and looked at his hand "y/n.. you know i would never.." "no it's not that, they're just reflexes.." silence grew between you two. "maybe we should take some rest and talk about it tomorrow" you said cutting through the silence. mikey nodded but when he walked pass you, he have your forehead a kiss before hugging you "can we at least cuddle? i can't sleep without you.." "sure mikey"

haruchiyo

"haruchiyo fucking akashi, how many times have i said no drugs in our home?" you confronted him with a bag with white powder in it, shoving it into the man's face "mmh sorry" "that's it?" "you want me to say what huh?" "this has been happening too many times and you know that haru! you swore you won't bring those things home and you still did!" haruchiyo swinged his hand to grab his pounding head, the action so fast it made you flinch. haruchiyo noticed it and he sighed. "look, im sorry. i really am, it's just.. you know i've been clean for months now and those aren't mine. you know me better than everyone else y/n, i would never do things that would hurt you" he said with a double meaning that you understood. you lowered your head, took the bag and wanted to dispose it until he grabbed your wrist "i mean it, i would never hurt you" "i know haru, i- it was just reflex"

ran

"can we just sit down y/n?" "no! ugh how am i supposed to sit down when i just saw that- that slut hugging and almost kissing you?!" ran massaged his head, all his explanations coming to a dead end. and an angry you. "i told you, she's drunk. she isn't going to remember it anyways" he tried reaching your hand to sit down at the table with him but you refused, slipping your hands in his grasp. "no! i don't want to!" ran was at the edge so he accidentally shouted "just fucking sit y/n!" he never raised his voice at you, not when he's angry, not when he's drunk. never. so the tone made you flinch which he noticed that he wanted to hit himself. "i-im sorry okay? i promise you baby, she's no one. she got drunk and grabbed me because i was nearby. im so sorry, i would never want to hurt you.. please.." you sat down beside him, eyes blurry. "o-okay. im sorry, i made my own conclusions" "sorry for shouting baby" "n-no, it's just reflexes"

rindou

"stop it y/n i don't wanna hear it" "but rindou i thought you gave me the flowers" rindou threw his glasses on the table due to frustration. there was a bouquet of flowers on your doorstep and you happily put them in a vase, thinking it was from rindou. oh how you were wrong. "im sorry rindou, i'll throw them away okay?" rindou didn't like how someone would do so much effort to impress you, and to think the person succeeded in it? rindou wasn't thinking straight and threw the small vase into the nearest wall making you wildly flinch. when rindou has his thoughts cleared, he looked at the damage he has done and how you were crouched down, almost crying. "im sorry rin.. im sorry.." "fuck no it's not your fault.. it- it was mine. i- is your arm bleeding?" rindou was right, your arm was scratched with the vases parts flying so it bleed a little. "let me treat that" you flinched again when he touched you "i- im sorry.. do you want me to?" you nodded and let him treat the wound and kissed it better. "not your fault, not your fault" he mumbled under his breath.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers mikey #sano mikey manjiro #mikey angst #haruchiyo sanzu #sanzu angst #sanzu tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #rindou angst #tokyo revengers ran #ran haitani #ran angst

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sirenbur smut. thats it, just sirenbur smut. I NEED SIRENBUR. GIVE ME SIRENBUR😭

Siren is so fucking hot i need him ily anon

Keep your eyes on me.

Context: you're a villain and sirenbur (who has taken an interest in you) has rough sex with you :3 also yall know each other's identities because im the writer and i like it that way

WARNING: SMUT !! MINORS DNI!!

The cold wind blew past your hair as you leaned against the balcony, eyeing the city down below. It was a cold evening, that's for sure. You weren't exactly sure why so much trouble was constantly happening in your surroundings, even when you're walking around the city as a civillian. It was rather odd to you, even to the point where it was too much to shrug off, even for a nonchalant person like you. It was all so... overwhelming, to say the least. You were snapped from your thoughts when a deep, raspy voice from behind started speaking.

"Y/N, sweets! What's such a pretty girl like you doing out here, hm?" He cooed, obviously mocking you. "I'm... thinking, goddamit. Also, I've noticed something... who's been causing trouble in the city all week? It's pretty damn annoying, even to me. No way it isn't someone from the Syndicate, if it wasn't, with how inexperienced other villains are, they'd probably already been found out. So from the three of you, you're the only one with the unserious personality." He snickered, shrugging later on. "So?" You were a bit pissed, more than a bit, actually. "So? So?! It's fucking annoying, Wilbur, stop." You pinched your nose bridge in annoyance.

"It's funny." He huffed, elbowing you lightly. "You're a real moodkiller, Y/N, y'know that?" He spurred you on further, and you could barely take it. "Shut the fuck up for once, goddamit!" You shouted with your back turned from him. This earned an eyebrow raise from the blindfolded brunette. "You really want me to? Tell that straight to my face, angel, and maybe I will." You could almost hear the smirk as he spoke those words. You grit your teeth, and not even you know if it's from your anger or the fact you got flustered by HIM, of all people.

"I said... sh-shut up..." You said weakly, turning to face him as you looked up at him. This triggered a fire in the villain. He started backing you up against the wall. "Say that again. With full force, while looking at me." He commanded once he had you fully backed up. You couldn't even find the courage to say anything. You refused to look up at him, not while your face is all red.

"Aww, you went all quiet on me..." he smirked, burying his face into your neck, which triggered a surprised shriek from you. "No fucking way you get turned on from me commanding you." He teased, sharp canines grazing against your sensitive neck. You shuddered from the contact, hands holding onto the wall separating you from the edge of the rooftop. His hands found it's way to the hem of your pants,playing with it to spur you further.

"You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you senseless until you lose your senses?" You could only let out a whine as a response, looking down in shame as you nodded. "What's that? I couldn't hear you, princess." His finger twirled a couple of strands of your hair, and when you didn't respond, he yanked your hair to make you look at him. "I said SPEAK, SLUT!" His voice echoed in your ears, it's power forcing you to speak. "Y-yes... p-please-- please fuck me... I need you so bad..." This made him grin evilly, his teeth sinking into your skin. "Good, good girl, Y/N..."

His hands find their way inside your pants as his middle and ring finger start caressing the wet patch on your panties. "Shit, you're fucking soaked. Gonna finger fuck you and make you cum so many times, all you'll remember is my name." He growled, his large fingers slipping past the thin fabric and into your wet folds. He let out a breathy moan as he felt just how perfectly soaked you were just from his voice.

His large finger easily slips past your folds, making you gasp. "Fuck, I'm..." you let out a breathy whine, bucking your hips up into his fingers involuntarily. He was going slow on purpose just to tease you. "Please... p-please go faster, Wil..." you pleaded, pleaded just for the sweet sensation of his talented fingers. "Good girl, already begging for me, hm?" He added in a second, speeding his fingers up. When your legs started shaking, signalling your nearing orgasm, he stopped abruptly, pulling his fingers out. "Wh- wha? Wilbur!!" You whined. "Why did you-- why...??" You panted, like you had just ran miles on end.

He didn't answer, licking your slick from his fingers. "I'd rather have you cum on my cock than my fingers. You'd prefer that, right?" You could only stare at him as you thought about it. The thought of his cock stretching you out deliciously; it just fueled your desires further.

He spread your lips apart with the pad of his thumb, spitting on your tongue. "Swallow." He sternly commanded, with you following shortly after. He whispered curses before unbuckling his pants, lips crashing into yours as he palmed himself through his boxers. "Yeah, be fucking good for me. Such a good slut, letting me use your pretty body..." He fumbled to unbutton your own, letting out a breath as he finally managed to take it off. His quick fingers pressed against your nub of muscles, quickly rubbing it, causing you to moan. "Wilb-- NGHH~! Ple-please~!" He took that chance to put his tongue in your mouth, sloppily making out with you.

"Shit, I need to be inside r-right now, fuck..." He rubbed his cock on your entrance, looking at you for approval. Once you've nodded your head, he slammed himself in all the way to the hilt, tearing a loud moan from your throat. "Shit... s-so warm... so tight..." he growled right next to your ear as he thrusted in and out. All you could form was unintelligible noises, none of them even making sense. "I fucked you up already, huh?" He panted, pounding into you faster. "Shit,you like that? Look at me while I fuck you, whore." When you didn't obey, he got angered. "Look at me..." he warned. You did try to look at him, but the pleasure caused them to roll back your head once more. "I said LOOK AT ME." He used his powers on you, forcing your eyes to look up at him.

He slapped your ass repeatedly, hand coming up to harshly grip your hair afterwards. "Shit, you're so fucking tight..." he groaned as his cock twitched inside. You moaned out as his hips started slamming against yours alarmingly quicker. "C-cumming..." you mumbled weakly. "C-cum on my cock, whore." He commanded, panting as his thrusts became sloppy and erratic, losing it's rhythm. "FUCK, WILBURR~!" You moaned out as your orgasm hit you like a bullet train. Your sweet voice moaning out his name was his last straw as he buried himself deep inside, warm cum painting your insides. You both panted from the aftermath of your rather intimate bonding.

"That's a good girl..."

#wilbur soot smut #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader smut #wilbur soot x you #bursonas

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athenodora-sulpicia-writer · 1 year

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Hush Little Baby- Lady Lesso

In my world Tedros is not the oldest son of Arthur and this one-shot kind of remains outside of the movie and books plot.

Oh and Archer is King Arthur's son and if you've watched the show Merlin then do enjoy the comedy. _______________________

Lesso was sat in her office doing her favourite thing in the world, marking and paperwork, what a joy. After a long day of teaching and trying her absolute best to teach her students everything they could possibly need to know, she comes back to her office and has to do marking.

Lesso had been working her way through the stack of papers for about an hour or so now and still she had another to many more assessments to mark, the glamorous life of a teacher and Dean.

Mid way through reading one of the assessments Lesso was taken out of her thoughts by the loud bang of her office door being swung open. No knocking, God these students become more impudent by the hour, Lesso thought as she got ready to throw the disturbance of a child out of her office, well that was until she looked up and saw who it was.

"Y/n?" Lesso's voice was slightly breathy as she held back the shouting speech she had prepared, soon the stack of student assessments were forgotten as Lesso walked over to her daughter who had made quite the entrance.

Lesso was going to scold her 15 year old for her lack of manners when entering her office but as the red headed Dean walked over to her daughter she heard the sound of sobs coming from her little girl.

Lesso was now quickly over to her daughter's side panicked as to what could be wrong and whether she was indeed crying or Lesso was just simply hearing things. Grasping her daughters chin under her palm she raised y/n head and saw that she was indeed crying and suddenly, the maternal instincts that Lesso both loved and hated began to kick in.

"What's wrong my little Love?" Lesso asked her daughter who continued to cry as y/n looked up at her mother with her sea blue green eyes welling up with tears.

Lesso began to bring her daughter into a tight embrace as she waited for her to answer and because y/n was yet to inherit her mother's height she stood significantly smaller, her head only reaching up to her mother's chest.

"It's Archer.... He..... He broke up with me," y/n attempted to form a sentence between her sobs but by voicing what had made her so upset had only caused her heart to break that little bit more.

Y/n and Archer had been dating for about a year now and it was safe to say that Lady Lesso did not approve in the slightest, not just because he was a Prince but because he was the son of that twit King Arthur and there were very few people Lesso despised more than that Dolophead of a king.

"I'm going to kill that arsehole," to say lesso was angry was an understatement, she was seething and all that was now on her mind was making that boy suffer every pain imaginable for hurting her little girl, if it weren't for y/n's next actions Lesso would have stormed out her office and made the tedious walk to the School for Good even with her bad leg.

"No mummy please don't!" Upon hearing her mother's words y/n spoke quickly knowing exactly what she was thinking and not wanting her to kill the Prince she had loved, "Please don't."

Lesso heard her daughters pleads but the fury within her was a hard flame to burn out and it was becoming to late to change her mind, she had already began to go through all the different ways she could torture that boy.

She could have him dangle from the Bridge connecting the two schools, wait no she could send a pack of rabid wolves after him or she could leave him dangling by his thumbs in the doom room. Oh decisions decisions but which one to choose.

"Mummy please stop plotting to kill him," Y/n grabbed onto her mother's hands to bring Lesso's attention back to her. She was heartbroken that he'd left her like that but she didn't want him to die for it, it wasn't worth it.

"I wasn't plotting to kill him," Lesso said but still the sly smile she wore on her face spoke volumes of what her mind was thinking, "I was only plotting to maim or seriously injure him," she then said with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Mummy just stay with me please, it hurts to think about it all," Lesso could never refuse her daughter anything and even at the age that she was it still warmed her heart that y/n never stopped calling her mummy.

"Alright sweetheart," lesso's voice was gentle and soothing as she stroked her daughter's soft red locks and brought her over to her desk and sat down with y/n curled up on her lap. "I always did say he looked like a toad, even when you said he would turn into a handsome Prince, I knew no magic could ever make that happen."

Y/n still continued to have tears falling from her cheeks but at her mother's sarcastic comment she couldn't help but chuckle at her words.

"There, there," Lesso continued to soothe her daughter who remained curled up on her lap.

"Hush little baby."

#lady lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #lady lesso #lady leonora lesso #school of good #school of evil #the school for good and evil #lady lesso x fem #lady lesso mother figure #lady lesso mother #lady lesso daughter #charlize theron #charlize #dean of evil

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wrens-versus-the-world · 3 months

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Chapter Three: Introducing the Hag

I am having some personal issues going on backstage, so after I post all of the published chapters I may go bye-bye for a little while :D

also, your appearance stays the same as how you look rn, aside from the outfit change lol.

Also, y/n is usually not this bold, usually only when she is having a strong emotion (really happy or really mad) and it take a lot to make her that mad.

your pov:

When I finally opened my eyes, i was in a room filled with people.

'okay, so sebastian kept his promise, but where exactly am I?'

I wondered as I looked around, making eye contact with a brown haired man, who was dressed like a marriage Officiant..

'this is getting weirder by the second...'

"miss, did you not hear me" the brown haired male asked nervously.

"huh?" I responded, 'what's this guy talking about' I thought as I looked down to my outfit, it was a traditional kimono that brides wore to weddings.

"Do you, Shinyomiya y/n, of the Shinyomiya clan. Take kamisato ayato, the head of the kamisato clan, as your husband?" he asked.

I'm not sure what came over me in that moment, but I just started laughing. It wasn't rude laughter either (although in this situation it appeared to be rude).

"hah- aha no." I finally found my voice, and gave the officiant my answer, as I turned my attention to my almost husband, kamisato ayato, who up until this morning didn't exist (but then again isekai is a bitch).

the blue haired male in question was surprised, to say the least.

he thought that you both knew that it was a contract based marriage, one that would strengthen both families, and here you are laughing at the officiant, and acting as though didn't know this was happening!?

color him intrigued.

The audience was however, not as impressed. One man seemed to be pissed.

"Y/N I RAISED YOU, DO NOT DECIDE THAT TODAY IS THE DAY YOU DECIDE TO REBEL."

"so that's the dad, huh, what an ass" I whispered under my breath.

I turned my attention for the man's outburst to the officiant, "say, you can have people's last names changed right?" I asked.

The officiant looked confused but nodded

(a/n if this doesn't make sense don't ask too many questions okay?)

"can you change my last name?" I asked.

the officiant looked confused but nodded nonetheless.

"great" I clapped excitedly, "can you change it to L/n?"

He looked even more confused but complied with my wishes.

I turned my attention to the old man (hag) shouting at me.

"hey old man," the room when quiet, and the hag in question looked like he was about to burst a vein. "you DARE TO CA-"

"yes." the room was once again quiet. "listen, I renounce the family name, shizuki, was it?" my 'father' was shocked.

" wait no, that's wrong, shin.... Oh! Shinyomiya. I renounce the family name, shinyomiya!"

I corrected myself with a smile, feeling giddy that I had been given a new opportunity at life, having the first been taken so soon.

'Father' however did not share my opinion. "YOU WOULDNT DARE!" he shouted, with confidence.

I gave him a glare, "ehe, I just did!" I replied, the smile coming to my face once again. "and all of these people are my witness."

at this moment 'Father' fell back into his seat, defeated.

i looked back to the wedding officiant who handed me a sheet of paper. "here's your copy of you name change." he said, clearly shocked my the entire fiasco that had just happened in the wedding hall.

Looking at the paper, I smiled.

'I died and got reincarnated, I'm going to live life to the fullest, and not let anyone keep me down anymore!' I thought to myself.

Almost as soon as I concluded my thought a burst of green blue light appeared before me, a strange shaped object with a teal center floated before me.

"a vi- vision!? !?" I exclaimed quietly. "h-how?!"

I put my other hand out, to allow the vision to float down into my hand.

I'm not sure how long I stayed like that, but It gave me a chance to remember something that I needed to do.

I looked up from my vision, to face the man I almost married.

'god this is so embarrassing'

"Listen, I'm really sorry about all of this, none of this was your fault, the blame falls directly on me. anyways, I gotta go. daddy dearest looks like he's about to skin me alive, later!" I said, rushing the last part, as I soon began to run out of the wedding hall.

before I got all the way out I heard my 'father' shout some sort of insult, so I threw a layer of the wedding outfit at him, I unfortunately missed is reaction because I was trying to get out, but i'm willing to bet it was priceless.

Ayato's Pov:

"hah, what a strange woman, I think I would have actually enjoyed a marriage with such a woman"

I said under my breath, amused by the whole situation.

#x reader #genshin impact #wren versus the world #genshin x reader #ayato x reader #kamisato ayaka #kamisato ayato #thoma #genshin inazuma #isekai reader

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fenicenera83 · 6 months

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ⲏⲉꞅⲉ ⲱⲓⲧⲏ ⲙⲉ

(Marius/Daniel- fan little tale)

Whispers in the night were like a distant melody. Exclusive and unobtrusive company. Though that place, not too long before, had been crowded with human intent pastimes, that made Marius smile and sometimes took him back in time. To the dances that pompously spun and charmed in the streets in his Venice during Carnival, such as the games of balance or strength, that boys enjoyed putting on display in the squares. Masks paraded and promised anonymity to those pranks and provocations.

Marius had seen boys, amusing themselves with scary masks, won at stalls, make the girls they were with run away laughing. Although, there was nothing hidden, as it was in the ancient city of the Doge, likewise the girls were laughing and screaming, chased by the boys who were engaged in making the strangest noises. There were games that seemed dangerous, with people being catapulted upward, others screaming with their arms in the air, thrown at impossible speeds on carts of the strangest shapes.

There were water features and tunnels that looked like a haven for lovers. The lights were bright and colorful, there was the smell of sugar and roasted meat. Marius had almost refused to follow Daniel to that luna park, Marius knew he wasn't exactly a lover of that kind of place. At the same time, Marius knew that it didn't matter the place, he would go anywhere for Daniel. And that Daniel was safe and happy was the only thing that really mattered. When he felt himself being pulled by the sleeve of his coat, and turning around he found himself reflected in Daniel's violet eyes, Marius realized that unintentionally he had lost the thread of the conversation.

" Make me a participant?"

Daniel asked, resting his hands on his hips with a playful smile and raising an eyebrow.

"I was thinking about how some things never seem to change."

Said Marius with a gentle smile. Daniel seemed to consider those words thoughtfully.

" Maybe good things don't change, maybe only the protagonists change."

And Daniel seemed wistful but happy at the same time.

" Maybe. Or maybe the protagonists make a journey, and in the end those moments come back, maybe they are given to us by someone else,maybe in other places, in other times, but they are no less strong or beautiful than the ones we keep inside us. Here,"

and Marius gently stroked Daniel's forehead, "And here."

And he caressed the chest where a heart should have beaten.

"Here with me always. In everything, in every hour, in every step, though far away always near.Everything that comes from you is beautiful and precious to me."

Marius stared at a boy who seemed to strut in front of other boys, because he had hit harder than anyone else, a tool that had a bright yellow writing on it that read punch ball.Marius smiled, even he as a boy had strutted when he had won races or strength contests against his brothers. Amadeo had also strutted in front of Riccardo and Albino, because, he had managed to win at cards both of them. And not a short time before, Daniel had strutted, about how he had managed to reconstruct an alleyway in ancient Rome to perfection. So accurate and true that Marius had almost heard again the merchants' voices shouting in Latin. So many things, they had passed, beautiful and precious, and so many had returned to knock at the door of his heart, but out of weariness or pain Marius had not paid attention. Or had not given It the attention he should have. It was hard to realize this especially after all the time that had passed, after all the love he had had and had now. It was enough for him to stare into Daniel's violet eyes to realize that that love so strong that trust so unwavering was for him and him alone. And if out of love, even though he had suffered, he had decided to let Daniel have his chance to find a new relationship with Armand, he knew even just by looking at Daniel's eyes, that the purity and the limpid burning love in those shades of purple, only appeared when Daniel looked at him, even if from a distance. That adoration and that trusting smile had given Marius a heart to open again, a heart Marius wanted to open again.

" Here with me."

Daniel said, and his eyes seemed larger, as if he were holding something back, as if he were unable to say more or the feelings would overwhelm him.

" Always."

Said Marius with a smile.

#Marius/Daniel #marius de romanus #daniel molloy #me vs writing #fanfiction & headcanon

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kayssweetdreams · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Happy Hour

(Birthday Fic for @shadowqueen402)

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARIA!!

Reala scowled from his throne in the Night Dimension as he watched Aria celebrate her birthday in the real world. He could go there any time he desired, but due to the fact that he was...well, Reala, Everyone would pull all the stops to make sure he didn't get anywhere NEAR her.

But he couldn't help himself but gaze at her beauty from his small window to the Waking World. He watched as the maestros put on a special show for her, as well as many different foods from Wonderworld were being served. "Whatcha doin?" A voice tinged with insanity asked. Reala groaned as he saw Jackle leaning over his throne, his cape like body flopping like a wet towel over his throne. "Nothing of your concern JACKLE." Reala spat, pushing his non-existent head a push.

Jackle however, wasn't fazed, as he leaned on the OTHER side of the throne "I see you eyeing that visitor! She looks rather beautiful if I'm being honest!" He cackled. Reala gave a growl "Well look somewhere else. She's MINE." he said, fury in his eyes. "Well I don't see you over there, celebrating WITH her. Why don't you go there and wish her a happy birthday?" He asked with the innocence of a child. "Well, you know what's gonna happen if I go over there. I'll get a big serving of my traitorous sibling kicking my rear to kingdom come..." He stated bitterly.

"Well, I have something that'll take your mind off of it! Here!" Jackle cackled, pulling out a Brown, but fresh apple. "Here! Have some of these...happles." He said. Reala raised an eyebrow. Usually whenever Jackle gave him something, it would end up springing some kind of dangerous result in the end. Why in the Night Dimension would he bring him a Brown apple? "This isn't gonna DO anything to me right? Because if it does, I'm going to throw your cape in a wood chipper." Reala threatened.

Jackle gave his usual crazy smile "Of course not! Cross my Nightmaren heart!" He said, as innocently as possible. However, as Reala took a bite, he didn't notice that Jackle's smile was growing, and he was feeling...odd. the orange maren then began to float closer "So...About that party..." He started as Reala smiled.

Meanwhile, In Wonderworld...

Aria looked in beauty at the snowflake necklace that Iben had gifted her. The party that was held in her honor was going off without a hitch! It was actually a surprise party that Iben and Kaylo had planned together, and had gotten help from Balan to throw it. All of the inhabitants had given Aria wonderful gifts, and Balan and Lance performed a show in her honor, all the while, the Tims had given her birthday cuddles.

"Thank you everyone for the wonderful party!" She cheered, standing up from the throne that the Fort Bros had gifted her. "Of course darling! You had helped us in the past, it wouldn't hurt to return the favor." Lucy said, grabbing one of the snacks that were laid out for the party. A blush graced Aria's cheeks. It had been a while since the great incident of Nightmare Hiccups from Lance, and when the gang traveled to the Night Dimension to find the cure. However, her mind drifted to Reala whenever she thought of it.

"What's wrong Aria? Something on your mind?" Mei asked, placing down her own present. "Erm...Kinda. I was just thinking about Reala..." she admitted. THAT got both Balan and Lance curious, as they hovered over to her "Reala? NiGHTS greatest foe? What exactly is there to know?" Balan asked. "Well...I was kinda hoping he'd be here." Aria said quietly. "WHAT?!?!" NiGHTS, who had been listening in on the conversation, darted down and looked Aria dead in the eyes "Reala is DANGEROUS!! Did you forget what he tried to do?! He trapped you all in false dreams!!" They shouted.

"But...what if he COULD change? What if he was on our side? Could, given the chance." Aria argued, knowing that Reala often acted...Differently around her. NiGHTS was about to make their argument, when they heard the kids trying to wrangle Iben's kids away from a odd looking treat "No No! You guys can't eat those!" Debbie shouts, while Kaylo brings out a couple of mini cakes to lure them away. "Best to keep those kids away, Happy Hour Apples aren't meant for kids Anyway." Balan stated. Aria looked curious "Happy Hour Apples?" She asked.

"Apples that have an alcohol like taste. Minors beware of those apples in their haste. Too many of those would make you rather Tipsy, Why Lance once ate a lot, and danced like a gypsy." Balan said with a chuckle. Lance glared at him "Some things are better left unsaid. Although, some beings cannot get that through their head." He said in a scarily calm voice. Balan gave a booming laugh, until they heard Yuri scream "IT'S REALA!!!"

All the festivities seemed to stop at her yell as a dark portal opened in the air, as Reala flew out...and smacked into a wall. Balan, Lance and NiGHTS then took up defensive positions. "Reala! I don't know why you're here. But if you think you're gonna harm anyone here, you've got another thing coming!" NiGHTS shouted. However, instead of the usual retort, or threat, Reala just smiled and laughed...a rather giddy and carefree laugh.

"Hiya sibs! How ya doin?" Reala slurred, before drunkenly throwing an arm over NiGHTS shoulder. Leo got between the two maren "N-Not another step Reala! O-Or we'll get Balan and Lance!!" He yelled. The red maren looked down at him with a giddy expression "Go ahead and do so if yer brave 'nough. I know who you are, guuurrrl. And try as you may, you can't hide sleep f'rever!" He hiccuped. The fight in NiGHTS seemed to fade out. What had Reala gotten into?

Balan and Lance immediately summoned their magic and got between the two of them. "Is this a trick? Some kind of joke? You must be one sorry bloke." Lance threatened. Reala just giggled and gave a loud "Shhh... Don't tell my cousins this, but I ate these apples and I'm sooooo drunk." He shushed, wiggling his finger on Lance's lips before giggling like crazy again. Balan bit back a laugh "Dear me. Under the influence of Happy Hour Apples I see." He joked, looking down at the...rather silly Reala.

Reala's dazed out eyes then gazed over at Aria, who was looking at him curiously. His smile had gotten bigger as he dizzily floated over to her "You know, Vis'tor, there's this one Nightmaren named Reala. He liiikes yoooouuu. He thinks you're puuurrttty." He slurred out. He then floated over to a nearby table, while snatching a Shirley Temple float from Kaylo (earning a rather peeved "HEY!" from her) as well as a spoon. He then tapped the spoon as best as he could onto the glass "HEY EVERYONE! I'm gonna make a toast now...Heehee! Whysit called a toast when you can't eat it with jam and butter?" He giggled.

The children began to giggle at Reala's antics while he began his toast "I jus' wanna start by sayin...I'm sorry." He blabbed out "I'm Sorry for all that stuff that Wizeman told me to do...He was jus' havin a hissy fit. With his hand claws...He's like a cat, a really angry floating cat." He said. Purrla, Cass and Lance fell to the ground in laughter at his words. "And I also wanna say happy birfday to one of the most beautiful, and smartest, and kindest visitors in the wakin world. An' I wanna wish her a happy birthday." He giggled, raising the stolen glass into the air.

Everyone was fighting laughter at this point. Reala must have eaten a LOT of those apples to get like this. Reala then drunkenly floated over to Aria, and floated right next to her, now holding a plate that was close to him and pulled Aria closer to him "I-If you all 'scuse me, I'm takin' my girl on a ride." He hiccups, using the plate as a steering wheel and "driving" off. All laughter that was being held back officially came out at that point. Reala had officially become The life of the party.

Later on into the party, Balan and Lance had kept slipping the Happy Hour Apples over to Reala to ensure that he didn't...(ahem) Slip into had habits. And all through the party, Reala clung to Reala like a lovesick puppy, drunkenly letting little compliments of Aria out of his Tipsy mouth. By the time the party finally ended, Reala had to be dragged back to the Night Dimension by a Dying of Laughter NiGHTS...

But not without Aria slipping him one little kiss near his cheek. "Sweet Dreams Reala." She said, much to Reala's joy, as he shouted "I WAS KISSED BY AN ANGEL!!"

(Aria and the Happy Hour Apples belong to @shadowqueen402

Mei belongs to @sundove88

Rebecca belongs to @thehypercutstudios/@thehyperrequiem

Trisha Jane belongs to @lovelyteng

Debbie belongs to @mayordebbie )

#Balan Wonderworld

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omnivorousshipper · 2 years

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Can you please write an au of Rowen meeting before F6 and starting to date then when the team goes to London and sees Owen's photo, Roman shouts "My boyfriend is a criminal!?!?"? Bonus if you can add Shobbs!

Hi friend! I know you sent this in a long, long time ago, and I'm so sorry about that!! I hope still enjoy this!

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Life couldn't be more perfect.

Laying in bed, head propped up in his hand, he stared down at the sleeping figure next to him.

Owen had entered his life like a hurricane and Roman couldn't be more thankful.

After the heist in Rio, Roman had traveled the world and had enjoyed everything he could get his hands on. Food, alcohol, women, men, riches, and everything in between. Along that road, he had bumped into the most gorgeous person at a car auction.

Owen had slid up to him, voice dripping with honey sweet promises if he let Owen outbid him on one of the many cars. Safe to say, Roman didn't let him, but when he met the man's narrowed gaze, he wiggled the keys in front of him and gestured him to follow him.

And that's how he made love to Owen for the first time in the newly acquired car.

Roman had given the car to Owen, he wasn't an asshole after all, and Owen stayed by his side.

When Owen wasn't off working, he would be almost attached at the hip with Roman. He shared all the worldly pleasures Roman could find and showed him news heights of joy Roman never knew existed.

They had stopped in Egypt to enjoy one of the many luxurious hotels. Owen was wrapped up in the silk sheets, completely naked underneath them. His face was peaceful as he slept.

Or so Roman thought.

"I'll have to leave soon," Owen mumbled and cracked on eye open. Roman couldn't help but caress his face and smiled at his sleepy expression. Owen was a lot like a cat: wanted constant attention, wasn't afraid to use his teeth and claws, and could nap at a drop of a hat.

"Do you have to?" Roman pouted. "Can't you tell your mom you'll be late?"

"This job isn't for my mom," Owen yawned. "I've been freelancing for a bit."

"But you just got back from Russia."

"And now I have to go on another trip, love," Owen smiled at him. He reached up and cupped the back of Roman's head to pull him down for a kiss. It was slow and full of passion, but it didn't go any further. "It won't take more than a week at most. I'll be back before you know it."

"If you say so."

"Don't worry, I'll even bring you back a souvenir."

When Roman dropped Owen off at the airport, he felt his heart sink as he saw his boyfriend disappear into the crowd. He wasn't exactly sure what Owen did for work, but he knew he was in the family business with his mom. At least he was family orientated.

Sighing, Roman was about to call for his own private jet when his phone rang. Raising an eyebrow, Roman answered.

"What's up Dom?"

"So what? We're expected to work for the Hulk now? Why do I smell baby oil?" Roman wrinkled his nose and nearly flinched when he saw Luke Hobbs come out of nowhere.

"If you think you can't handle it, then the door's right there, Pearce." Hobbs sent him a steely look, and Roman responded under his breath about him being a hard ass.

"You've got the best crew in front of you, Hobbs. What'd you got for them?" Dom crossed his arms and all eyes turned to Hobbs.

"I've been hunting this target for the last few months. Across four continents and seventeen countries. You're going to help catch him. His name is Owen Shaw-"

Roman let out a choking noise as Hobbs said that name and threw down the file he had been holding. Hoping against all hope, Roman desperately wished it wasn't who he thought it was.

Staring back up at him was Owen.

His Owen.

"Shaw was the head of his squad, a high ranking captain and spy before he went rogue. Now, he's pulling jobs all over the European and Asian continent-"

"There's no way!"

Everyone turned at Roman's outburst, who desperately wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

"Got something to tell us, Pearce?" Hobbs asked, eyebrows raised and arms crossed.

Oh fuck.

"You've got this all wrong!" Roman insisted. "There's no way he's a criminal!"

"I beg your pardon?" Hicks snorted. "That guy has blown up several government buildings because he was bored."

"He wouldn't do that!"

"And how would you know that, Rome?" Brian asked. "Do you know him?"

"I- no, yes, maybe, I don't know!"

"It's yes or no, Pearce," Hobbs growled. "Are you helping him in his heists?"

"What?! No!" Roman clenched his fists. "My boyfriend would never-"

His mouth snapped shut.

Everyone was staring at him wide eyed.

"Boyfriend?" Han scoffed. "You sure know how to pick them."

"If anything, he's out of Roman's league." Tej pointed out.

"Hey!" Roman glared. He and Owen were perfect for each other.

...which he might have said that part out loud by the large grins the crew were sporting. However, Hobbs wasn't smiling.

"Can you contact him?"

"Uhhh. What happens if I do?"

"Are seriously this dumb?" Hobbs snapped.

"Hey! I'm not just going to let you arrest my boyfriend!"

"Either you call him up and we talk this out, or I hunt him down and throw him him prison where you can talk to him through a window."

Roman gulped. He would rather the first option. Pulling out his phone, he tapped his foot nervously as Owen's phone rang, but didn't pick up.

He called three more times and left several texts before looking back at the crew. None of them looked impressed.

"I could try calling his brother..."

"His brother?" Dom asked.

"Yeah, he and Deckard are really close-"

"Wait." Hobbs' body went rigid. "Deckard Shaw?"

"Um, yeah. He's a really nice guy and loves Owen a lot-"

"I know who he is." Hobbs snapped.

"How?"

"Because we've been dating for a year." Hobbs sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Mouth hanging open, Roman couldn't believe he wasn't the only one dating a Shaw.

This was going to be interesting.

#roman pearce #owen shaw #luke hobbs #deckard shaw #hobbs and shaw #shobbs #rowen #fast and furious 6

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Join the Club | Oneshot

Date: Early May 2023 Featuring: @brucewhite Warnings: None

Bruce makes a proposal.

The more time Aquata spent in her new flat, the more she appreciated Lana's sense of interior design. Not that Alana was a professional decorator or anything, but at least she had some pictures and shelves and trinkets on the walls. Boo had, like, one movie poster.

So Aquata stopped by Whosits and Whatsits, expecting to find Gabriella. She still liked to support the business, even though her sisters didn't work there anymore. Scuttle was basically like family, and even if he wasn't a merman, the whole place was basically the merfolk hub of Swynlake. Whether or not he knew it.

Instead she found Bruce White. Friendly, awkward, fresh-out-of-the-sea Bruce White. Aquata was pretty sure he was friends with Gabriella, but she'd never spoken to him much. There was something secondhand-embarrassing about talking to him, and it was too much for Aquata. She appreciated that Attina had taken pity on him and hired him, of course. He seemed to have gotten pretty good at his job, even.

He just wasn't the person Aquata had hoped would be here.

Bruce, by contrast, seemed very happy to see her. "Aquata! Good afternoon!" he said cheerfully, looking up from something he was writing down. Aquata gave a small smile and a wave and went to go browse the decor.

"Just shout if you need anything!" Bruce added. Aquata nodded wordlessly.

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This was Bruce's opportunity. The Tritons were the only other merpeople in town Bruce had identified that hadn't yet been invited to the group. And he could ask Gabriella to help him, but Bruce thought it might be important for the invitation to come from him. The one organizing the group. So he waited eagerly for Aquata to return to the register, tapping his fingers on the counter.

Of course, he was nervous about this. No matter how well Aquata got on with Gabriella, or how strongly she advocated for Magick rights in her politics, she still intimidated him. She was not afraid to tell people what she really thought. What if she thought the group idea was too risky or silly or somehow problematic?

When she returned to the register with some prints, some picture frames, and an antique clock, Bruce raised his eyebrows, impressed. "Oh, these are just excellent choices!" he said, hoping to foster some good feelings before he went in with his big ask. "Redecorating?"

"Oh, I've just moved. New flat," Aquata explained, looking around impatiently. Bruce tried to ring up the items faster.

Wait! No! He couldn't speed through this conversation. Aquata couldn't leave without him bringing up the group!

"That's exciting. Congratulations!" Bruce said, trying to think of a way to segue the conversation into his group.

Aquata just gave a quick "Thanks," and took out her wallet.

She was on her way out the door when Bruce suddenly seemed to remember something and chased after her. "Wait!" Bruce said, following her outside. Aquata whirled around, confused. Had she forgotten her wallet or something?

Aquata asked him as much and Bruce shook his head. "No, no, nothing like that. It's just— I need to talk to you about something. It's important."

She furrowed her eyebrows. Bruce probably had something he wanted her to bring to the Board, Aquata thought. And that was her job. Especially if it was a merfolk-related issue. There wasn't exactly anyone else he could go to.

So, despite the fact that she just wanted to be home, Aquata relaxed. "Uh, sure. What's up?"

Bruce looked around furtively, as though checking whether anyone were listening, before he motioned for Aquata to follow him behind the shop and lowered his voice. Okay. This was a little weird.

"So, er, basically, I'm starting this group. It's, er, a sort of support group for merpeople in town. To share our feelings, talk about what we've been going through— I always thought it's hard, you know, because there aren't many of us, and we have to be so secret."

Aquata frowned. This was a good idea... but it was also a very bad idea. "What about—"

"I know, I know, it sounds risky. But we actually came up with a code name! The out-of-print book club. And if anyone who's not merfolk tries to join, we'll just tell them we're full. I was going to keep it quiet, anyway. We won't advertise it. We just have to go by word-of-mouth. Which is why I wanted to talk to you. And see if you wanted to come. And invite your sisters." He paused. "I know that's still risky, but I'm trying to be as careful as I can. My friend, Gil, do you know him? He's helping me with it, he's got some great ideas."

Gil was someone Aquata actually trusted not to bungle something like this. He seemed competent, more so than Bruce. So if he was behind this...

Well, the truth was that it was less about safety and security and more about the whole... well, Aquata didn't need a support group. She was fine. Plenty of people had merperson trauma. But Aquata was fine.

(Except for... well, a lot of things, but Aquata wasn't acknowledging that).

Bruce seemed to have sensed her hesitation, because he kept talking. "Even if you think you wouldn't have much to say, just being there would make people a lot more comfortable, Aquata. People look up to you. You're a Board member. You're the Board member who represents us."

Aquata snorted at that. People most definitely did not look up to her.

Well... maybe Gabriella did. And wasn't Aquata always telling herself the reason she wanted to be on Board was to represent merpeople? This could be a good way to find out what they actually needed.

"Right. Yeah," she said uncertainly. "Er, when's the first meeting?"

Bruce lit up. "I'm so glad you asked."

Aquata still wasn't sure she was. But maybe this was what she had to do. For her constituents. That was what she was telling herself, anyway.

#join the club #bruce #self para #writing ur characters interacting is so weird lol

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sery-chan-13 · 2 years

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Mockingly in Love

Ch. 19 of '100 Promises'

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Mhm that's right not dead let's goo

I'm so sorry that I haven't updated as much as I should :( I just lost all motivation for writing and had a ton of family things going on while trying to write.

Warnings: swearing, arguments

The past few days had been uneventful. Games were pretty low ranking for you now, only adding a day or three to your visa.

But here you were, out on a suply run, only this time with Usagi and Kuina.

"How... how do you have so many days on your visa?" Usagi asked quietly. You looked down, adding up the cards that you'd played since you were here. "By playing the games I guess," you shrugged, thinking of it as something if no importance. "You must be really lucky then. To have survived all those times, I mean," she said quickly.

Luck? You hardly considered this luck. Maybe out of pure spite is why you were still alive. To show your father, even if he wasn't here, that you weren't weak. That you could do things. Life threatening things.

"Lady Luck isn't on my side. But I am a very clever person."

You and Kuina sighed in relief against the cold pavement of the floor. Of course there had to be a mob of people chasing after you. You were never much of an athlete.

"If it hadn't been for your athleticism, I'd be dead right now. Thank you," you said with a smile towards Usagi. "You too Kuina. I mean the way you just -BAM! and kicked him off? So cool, very much a girl boss moment," you giggled. "No, thank you for your cleverness," Usagi said, looking away. You smiled, grabbing Kuina's hand and Usagi's hand, raising them up to the sky. And laughing. Kuina shouted something along the lines of 'victory' while you and Usagi laughed, not really knowing what was funny. It has been a while since you'd had friends other than Niragi. Which sounded a bit strange now. Why had you never had other friends? You'd had acquaintances, but they never stayed to long. Usually a few days, maybe a couple weeks before they would leave, giving a lame excuse as to why. But you never really minded.

Back at the Beach, you quickly avoided the people crowding in the lobby, finding an escape up to the roof. Surprisingly, you found Chishiya, sitting on the edge, his legs dangling over. "Hey 'Shiya," you said quietly, walking over to sit with him. "Hello,"he whispered back.

A suffocating silence filled the air. "You still love him, don't you?" He said, out of no where, bringing back the topic. "What? No. No.... I don't," you denied. Chishiya sighed. "You know, I may not be good with emotions, but you're such a bad liar,"he said. "Sure," you scoffed.

"You've still kept promises from how long ago? And even now you're still worried about fucking breaking them. I don't make it obvious all the time because I'm me, and I know how I am, but I care for you. A lot actually. So I'm sorry thats he didn't stay the same. Did you really think that he would stay the same sweet boy, who would protect you and make you feel better all the time? Because if you did, grow the hell up," Chishiya said, his voice sharp, knowing exactly where to cut. Your eyes welled up with tears. He was right. It hurt so much, but he was right.

"I'm... I'm sorry I didn't mean to go that far i was-"

"No... no, its ok.... you're right anyways. Promises we made when we were 15, still have a meaning, but not when all this is going on," you sniffled. "And after all of this... you're still in love with him," he whispered. He was a bit hurt. He liked you, really liked you, but he knew you didn't feel the same. He would rather you be happy with the person you really wanted. "I.... think I am. Which is horrible. I just... I wanted so badly to get over him, but I couldn't. I still love him, and I don't want to. But I can't get over it, and I can't tell him either because well... we've both been ignoring eachother,"you stated, wiping away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks.

"No need he already heard."

You turned in shock to the voice.

Niragi was standing behind both of you. You felt Chishiya's hand leave your own, as he got up and left. "Good luck. And if all goes wrong, like I'm expecting it to be, you know where my room is," Chishiya stated, leaving you and Niragi. Alone.

"So. Are you going to stand there or are you going to talk?" You said, standing and getting away from the edge. "You're still in love with me?" He asked quietly. So quiet, you thought it was your imagination. You nodded. "After everything I've fucking done, you still love me? I pushed you away, I broke promises, I made you cry, I've ruined your relationships with others, used others, and you still love me?" He said, his voice cracking a bit. You looked up to see his eyes filled with tears.

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"(N/N) I hate him! I hate him I hate him I hate him!" Niragi screamed, sobbing into your chest. All he could remember thinking was 'how could he do this to me I'm a kid. His fucking son.'

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"Just leave me alone! You're so much better off without me... I don't want you to get hurt... please," he whimpered, tears streaming down his face.

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Everytime he'd ever cried in front of you due to an overflow of emotions ran through your mind.

"Yes. I do. And?" You responded shakily. He took a step away, running a hand through his hair. "You're so dumb. So fucking dumb! I did all that to push you away so you could be safe! You don't know how much danger you're in when you're with me me! Its been this way since we met, (Y/N), I put a target on you! Horrible things happened to you because of me!" He yelled. "Its all my fault! I hurt everyone who cares about me... even you."

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"A-and she... he tripped over one of my toy cars. My mom had told me to pick it up.... but I didn't. I wish I had listened. He fell down our stairs. He hit his head pretty bad... had a concussion, and due to other complications, he died two weeks later. I killed him, (N/N).... It was my fault."

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"Its not your fault. You push people away as a self defense mechanism due to past traumatic events. Its what happened with Rin. Its what you're doing right now. And unless you let people in when you're having a hard time with feelings, you're going to end up alone, Suguru. Or worse, like your father," you stated, stepping closer.

He stared in shock. You should be leaving him on the roof right now. He's pathetic. Crying like some child. But a part of him, the part of him that remembers crying into you as you ran your hands through his hair, yearned for him to feel like he did back then. A mess of tears and emotions.

You kneeled down with him, opening your arms, and enveloping him in a tight hug that he immediately returned.

He forgot how good being held by you felt. You whispered things into his ear he couldn't really hear over the sound of his thoughts. Had your voice always sounded so melodic? He pulled away slightly, looking at you. Your (e/c) eyes were filled with empathy. And hurt. He knew he had hurt you. Yet here you were comforting him.

He watched your gaze fall down and quickly back up again. He pulled you closer, your lips almost touching. "I'm so sorry... about everything," he whispered. "... I know you are," you said back. He then pushed his lips to yours. You were shocked, but kissed him back.

And this time, after pulling away from you, seeing your slight blush, he didn't run away.

"I know I fucked up. But I'm going to make it up to you. Somehow. Believe me, " he said, helping you to your feet.

Just then the door opened. "Sorry to interrupt you two love birds, but uh we just got a new arrival. Hatter wants all higher ups to meet," you heard the voice say.

#alice in borderland #×reader #niragi #chishiya #angst #im sorry #100 promises

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theblackphoenixwritings · 5 months

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ⲏⲉꞅⲉ ⲱⲓⲧⲏ ⲙⲉ

(Marius/Daniel- fan little tale)

" Make me a participant?"

Daniel asked, resting his hands on his hips with a playful smile and raising an eyebrow.

"I was thinking about how some things never seem to change."

Said Marius with a gentle smile. Daniel seemed to consider those words thoughtfully.

" Maybe good things don't change, maybe only the protagonists change."

And Daniel seemed wistful but happy at the same time.

and Marius gently stroked Daniel's forehead, "And here."

And he caressed the chest where a heart should have beaten.

"Here with me always. In everything, in every hour, in every step, though far away always near.Everything that comes from you is beautiful and precious to me."

" Here with me."

Daniel said, and his eyes seemed larger, as if he were holding something back, as if he were unable to say more or the feelings would overwhelm him.

" Always."

Said Marius with a smile.

#marius de romanus #daniel molloy #marius/daniel #VC #my writing

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buttered-baguette-writes · 5 months

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Would you like a tiny WIP?

Have a tiny WIP.

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Newt knew that eventually, someone would slip up. It was just a matter of time before they left something behind or a ministry worker recognized him.

Which is exactly what happened.

Newt was called into the British ministry under the guise of discussing his travel ban. Well, technically, it wasn't a lie.

"An anonymous wixen has informed us that you were in Sweden."

Newt frowned. "You know very well that I can't leave the country," he said, looking at everyone across the table. Including his brother (because he was always there).

"Don't play stupid," Michael (who had a personal vendetta against Newt) spat.

[Insert rest of story, lol]

Unfortunately, Theseus decided to follow Newt home and give him some more warnings about continuing to piss the ministry off. When he did barge into the house, he found Newt talking softly with someone in the kitchen.

Newt’s head popped out of the archway, brows furrowed.

“Seus? What are you doing?”

“We need to talk. I need to know that you understand just how frustrated the ministry is with you right now,” he said, authority in his voice. He stepped closer as he talked, being stopped before the kitchen archway. He raised a brow. “Can I go into the kitchen?”

Newt gave an awkward smile, eyes darting away before looking his brother right in the eye. “It’s a bit of a mess right now.”

“Who’s in there? Is it your muggle friend again?” Theseus asked, pushing his way past Newt into the kitchen. He froze mid step seeing the foreigner casually leaning against the counter, fresh cake slices next to him. “What—”

“Please don’t do something stupid.” Newt slowly moved between the two men as he spoke. He wasn’t concerned, just knew things could go south pretty quickly.

“Don’t do something stupid. Newt, you have the most wanted criminal in your house and you’re telling ME to not be stupid?” Theseus scolded, voice rising, tone accusatory. He drew his wand, pointing it at the blonde hiding behind his brother. Coward, he thought, not even looking at me properly.

“Seus.”

“Hah, er hat Eier. Kommt in dein Haus und verhält sich so. Er hat keine Manieren.” (“Hah, he has balls. Comes into your house and acts like this. He has no manners.”)

“Leave now and I won’t even try to hex you. There’s nothing worth your time here anyway.”

Grindelwald, however, did nothing but raise a condescending brow. He hated when people assumed things, and he disliked the elder Scamander very much. He had heard stories from Newt about how his brother would treat him sometimes. The man just did so many things to annoy Grindelwald, and saying there was nothing of worth to him in the house was just the newest reason.

“Wer glaubt er zu sein? Dümmer Mann. Er ist offensichtlich nicht so klug.” (“Who does he think he is? Daft manly. He is clearly not that bright.”)

“Nicht jetzt Gellert, bitte.” ("Not now Gellert, please.” )

Theseus’ eyes twitched. “You,” he said, anger directed at Grindelwald. “Have ten seconds to leave. And you,” he turned to face Newt, words beginning to come out as shouts. “Have ten seconds to tell me what in Merlin’s name that was! Did you use his first name?!”

Gellert got off the counter, taking a step closer to Newt. “Kann ich ihn bitte verhexen? Natürlich nichts Schädliches, aber er ist ein Ärgernis.” (“Can I please hex him? Nothing harmful, of course, but he is being a nuisance.”) He snaked an arm around Newt’s waist as he spoke, not even bothering to look at the brother.

Newt smacked his arm and let out a huff. “Ihr seid jetzt beide nervig. (“You’re both annoying right now.”) I will drop you off at the ministry myself if you don’t be quiet.”

[insert rest of story, lol]

#wip

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"Clinic Memoirs" - a short story (part 1)

Pain. Searing hot pain. That was all she could feel. For what felt like the hundredth time, she had gone over the mercenary's file, and nothing made sense. She had spent so much time trying to prepare herself for what was to come, but not even her greatest weapon, the dossier, was helping her learn any more about her patient. Was that even the right word? She wasn't even an official counselor, just some stand-in due to the official base counselor not wanting to deal with the merc anymore. She'll never forget the event that unfolded causing her mentor's distaste for this specific individual.

The day was just like any other. She had taken her morning stroll around the base and was heading into her mentor's office when a loud crash erupted from down the hall. Papers spilled into the hall with other sundry items that she remembered seeing on the desk. Then came the shouting. Things escalated from there, but what exactly happened is still a mystery to her. Military personnel spilled into the hall and crammed themselves into her mentor's office blocking her view. Her only choice to not get trampled by the onslaught of staff was to quickly retreat out of the building and back to her own barracks where she waited until the commotion died down. She was given the "OK" by her mentor through a notification on her phone and made her way back to the office. Things were neatly stacked and put away. All traces of there ever being an incident completely erased. She slowly popped her head in through the doorway and saw her mentor sitting at her desk quietly flipping through some documents.

"Oh! Cooper, just who I wanted to see." Her mentor said and swiveled her chair in her direction. "Please, take a seat, there is something I must discuss with you."

Cooper promptly took her seat opposite her mentor, Vanessa Babcock. Dr. Babcock was a little older than middle-aged if she had to guess. Young enough that her eyes still shone brightly, but old enough that the skin around her eyes creased and gray hairs mingled with her brown, tightly pulled back into the mandatory bun.

As Cooper studied her, she realized that her right hand was bandaged and one of the pictures of her family had its frame broken.

"There's no use in avoiding the question you must be itching to ask. Yes, there was an incident with a patient. He's not an official member of the task force. A mercenary. Which makes him unsusceptible to normal punishment for an outburst such as the one that happened." She stated calmly and steepled her fingers together.

"What exactly did happen? If you don't mind me asking. I've never heard you raise your voice before, especially at someone you were counseling." Cooper calmly stated bringing her attention to how her mentor began to nervously fidget with her hands. She had never seen her like this before. She had never seen her with such deep creases etched into her face or her uncertain monotonous movements.

"As you know, our base has recruited... no, hired a mercenary for some classified operations they don't deem necessary to risk our own personnel. However, one of the requirements that was made was to assess his psyche as a way to monitor him."

"Why him specifically? Aren't there many other members of our task force who should be getting treatment too? I have quite a bit that comes to mind, especially with the 141." At this, she could see the corners of her mentor's mouth twitch. That seemed to strike a nerve she didn't know was there.

"I do see the incongruencies for policies such as these. Unfortunately, this rule was not made by me, but rather by the captain of the task force he was assigned to be in proximity with. They want to make sure that he won't be a threat to the team, and the best way to determine this is to analyze him and discover any patterns or 'tells' if you will."

Reaching over into one of many desk drawers, Dr. Babcock pulled out a thin file and a stack of papers that seemed to be photocopies of a journal. "This is what you will be working with," she said and slid the file and papers over in her direction.

"Me? Why are you putting me in charge of counseling him? I don't even officially have my license yet." Cooper said, her mouth forming an 'o' shape.

"As of today, I am no longer qualified to question him." She said matter of factly. "After today's incident, the captain deemed it necessary to find a new counselor as I will be... unable... to keep up with his progress." Cooper noticed a slight tremor in her mentor's hands which she then quickly masked by clasping them together.

Then just like that. She was off to her barracks to rummage through the sheets she was given to learn as much as possible before their first session tomorrow evening at 1600 hours.

Her head hit the desk with a loud thud. How the heck was she supposed to dig up information to ask this man when his file literally contained nothing about him but the bare bones. Name, Rūdiger "Odin" Torvik. Age, exact age unknown, estimated to be late 20s to early 30s. Height, 195.58 cm. Weight 104.3 kg. Blood type, O positive. However, there wasn't a single picture or personal synopsis of the man. There wasn't anything to note about his background or anything that explained his job specialties and skills.

Sighing she flicked the "dossier" away and pulled the scanned journal entries closer to see if studying those again would lead her any closer to who this man might be. However, much like the useless file, the journal entries were nothing but crude drawings of the middle finger and other sexual innuendos accompanied by phallic shapes with her mentor's name underneath them saying "suck it". Rarely was there anything that remotely resembled a journal entry. One such being:

Day 24: Lost my boot in the mud. Stole one from an enemy's old rotting foot. Thought you'd like to know that, doc. Heard a rumor you're into feet.

Shaking her head in disbelief she stood and gathered her mess of papers into a neat file. It was not or never. She had to face the man some time, and the time was 5 til. Stuffing the papers into her bag she quickly made her way out of her barracks and back to the main office building where her mentor said she could borrow the office to do the meetings. Sitting down in the chair her mentor normally sat felt very alien to her. Everything was still nicely placed in order and the broken picture frame seemed to fill in its previous cracks.

The small desktop clock chimed four times signaling that it was now time for their meeting to begin. Her hands began to fidget with the corners of the file she had placed on the desk. It was now time to put a face to the man she had spent hours analyzing his dossier and even longer tracing every pen stroke in his journal. She was finally going to get the answers her mind conjured up from having no information. Who this man was. What he was like. Why he wanted to stomp her mentor into the dirt and "piss on her grave."

Yes, the time did come. But the man never did. 1600 turned into 1700 and 1700 turned into 1800. Finally, at 2000 hours she decided enough was enough. Her back ached from sitting so long and her knees cramped and strained as she stood. Her mood wasn't any better. He had totally stood her up. Disobeyed an order to attend counseling and she was having to deal with it, having to waste her time sitting in an empty office as the other staff went home for the night. She gathered up her things she arranged into a neat display and tossed them into her bag, no longer caring about being neat and tidy, and promptly headed towards the door swinging it open so hard the gush of air from the hall hit her square in the face blowing her loose hair back.

She expected to see the hallway once she opened the door. The white brick that walls lined the corridors and the pale tile that ran up and down each row. She expected to be greeted with the darkness caused by the lack of motion stimulating the motion sensor lights. But instead of all these things, she was greeted by landing nose first into a hard tactical vest.

A/N: This isn't edited and I'm too tired to do that so nyeheheh.

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