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Examining SVSSS Canon: 2/∞

THE PRE-CANON TIMELINE

This post will attempt to provide an answer to several questions, including the ages of some of the current peak lords, as well as a rough timeline of events in the extras relative to the current day. A simple, bullet-point timeline will be at the end of this post, with relevant quotes and analysis above.

The timeline of SVSSS isn't particularly easy to piece together, and many fans are unsure of things such as the ages of certain characters, or how long the current generation of peak lords has been in power. As a matter of fact, it seems like even Airplane himself doesn't have a set timeline in mind for the events of PIDW pre-LBH:

“Your ages?” To tell the truth, Shen Qingqiu didn’t really know the precise age of this body. He raised his head at Shang Qinghua. “Wouldn’t you know better than I do?” Shang Qinghua twirled the brush in his hand. He’d never thought about this question either, so he figured he might as well just say whatever. Therefore he randomly wrote a number down in a couple of strokes. (7 Seas, Ch. 31)

It would be easy enough to take this quote and call the timeline a mystery-- however, there are a surprising amount of clues in the text, enough to at least put together a decent idea of when things happened and how old certain characters are, depending on which theories and interpretations one ascribes to.

There are two particular facts which are our most important hints as to the pre-LBH timeline, upon which this entire analysis hinges.

First, we have the spacing of the Immortal Alliance Conferences:

After much difficulty, Luo Binghe managed to turn seventeen, at which point he finally participated in the event the cultivation world held once every four years: the Immortal Alliance Conference. (7 Seas, Ch. 1)

And next, we have the length of time since Shen Qingqiu began to cultivate:

Before, Shen Qingqiu had thought that this body’s qualifications were already incredible, to have formed a core in only ten or so years when he’d begun cultivation so late. (7 Seas, Ch. 19)

Notably here, what is translated as "ten or so years" is 十几年， which is more accurately "ten and a few years." This means that at the time Shen Qingqiu formed a golden core, he had been at Cang Qiong Mountain for around 10-15 years, but likely no longer or shorter than that.

This tells us quite a bit already-- because we know that Shen Qingqiu only reached core formation after becoming peak lord, as well as after Luo Binghe had already become a disciple:

Luo Binghe was using the incorrect cultivation manual that Shen Qingqiu had handed him; he should have long since died bleeding from the seven apertures, his body rupturing down to his bones, skin, meridians, tendons, and flesh... Shen Qingqiu was filled with paranoia; he forever felt like everyone was secretly talking behind his back, discussing how he’d been unable to attain Core Formation even after this long. (7 Seas, Ch. 24)

So this tells us that it could not have been any longer than around 15 years between Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe joining Cang Qiong Mountain, and was likely at least a few years less than that because it has already been awhile since Luo Binghe was given the fake manual, which likely occured shortly after he arrived, and Shen Qingqiu reaches core formation at some point after this scene.

This means that the Qing generation's ascenscion likely occured no more than ten years after Shen Qingqiu joined the sect-- putting the ages for Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan respectively at roughly twenty-six and twenty-nine when they became peak lords.

The timeline can be clarified further and expanded, however, due to the spacing of the IAC. We know that the IAC occured when Luo Binghe was seventeen, and that it occurs every four years-- meaning that there would have been IAC taking place also when he was thirteen, nine, five, one, and three years before he was born.

However, we also know that it had not actually been fourteen years since Luo Binghe's birth at the start of SVSSS.

In the translation, Luo Binghe says the following when Shen Qingqiu asks his age:

“This disciple is fourteen,” Luo Binghe obediently replied. (7 Seas, Ch. 1)

However, the original says:

洛冰河乖巧地道：“弟子虚岁十四。”

"虚岁" here would be better translated as "nominal age." In ancient times, a child was one year old on the day of their birth, and aged up by one year with each new year-- so if a child was born the day before the new year, then at two days old he would already be counted as two years old. Sometimes, this would be counted on the spring festival new year, but other times it would be counted on the winter solstice.

As for Luo Binghe's precise chronological age, that is up for some determination. We know roughly the time of year he was born:

Immediately after birth, Luo Binghe was abandoned by his parents, swaddled in white cloth, and put in a wooden basin that was lowered into the Luo River. This occurred on the coldest days of the year... (7 Seas, Ch. 1)

The "coldest days of the year" here is 数九寒天, which refers to the nine periods of nine days each following the winter solstice. The winter solstice typically occurs on December 20-21, meaning that Luo Binghe's birth date is somewhere between December 20-March 12. If nominal age is being counted by winter solstice in this world, then that makes him chronologically thirteen at the start of SVSSS, but if it is calculated by the spring festival, then he is chronologically either twelve or thirteen at the start of SVSSS, as the Chinese new year can fall anywhere between January 21 - February 21, meaning that LBH could have been born either before or after this time.

So, let's just say that LBH's chronological age, for the purposes here, is thirteen, and then adjust our IAC timeline as follows：

There was one when he was chronologically sixteen, twelve, eight, four, the year he was born, and four years before he was born.

Now, how does this help us determine a timeline?

Well, we have the following statement:

Yue Qingyuan’s knuckles slowly brushed along Xuan Su’s hilt. “I was able to meet Senior Su Xiyan once at an Immortal Alliance Conference, many years ago." (7 Seas, Ch. 18)

Because we know that Su Xiyan died when Luo Binghe was born, we know that this meeting could not have occured at any conferences after his birth. It also would be unlikely that they met the same year Luo Binghe was born, as Su Xiyan would likely already be dead at that point if LBH was born after the new year. So, the latest that Yue Qingyuan could have met Su Xiyan would be twenty years before Luo Binghe was thrown into the Abyss.

We now combine this with the earlier discussion of the ages of Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan, and here I will note the following:

Yue Qingyuan slowly said, “At age fifteen, I entered Qiong Ding Peak." (7 Seas, Ch. 21)

This puts Yue Qingyuan roughly three years older than Shen Jiu:

“When [Shen Jiu] was twelve years old, he was but a slave my family had purchased from traveling child traffickers. " (7 Seas, Ch. 6)

Shen Jiu joined Cang Qiong Mountain at sixteen:

Liu Qingge didn’t even grace him with a sideways glance. “But certainly more success than a nobody who only began proper cultivation at age sixteen.” (7 Seas, Ch. 19)

This happened most likely directly after reuniting with Yue Qingyuan at an Immortal Alliance Conference. This puts Yue Qingyuan's age at nineteen during that conference, at which point he is head disciple, and has already gained some fame. However, this reunion has to occur before Luo Binghe's birth, Su Xiyan's death, and Tianlang-jun's defeat. This is because at this point, Yue Qingyuan has only been in Cang Qiong Mountain for four years-- thus, this particular conference is almost certainly the first one he has taken part in, and likely the first one he has attended at all, since a brand-new disciple in early stages of training most likely wouldn't have gone, therefore if Tianlang-jun had already been sealed by this point, Yue Qingyuan would not have had the chance to meet Su Xiyan.

So, the latest Shen Qingqiu could have joined Cang Qiong Mountain, at age 16, is twenty years before the Abyss, which would put him at age thirty-six at the youngest at that time.

Now, what about additional conference cycles?

It's possible that the conference in which Yue Qingyuan met Su Xiyan and/or after which Shen Qingqiu joined CQM may have been the one before this-- but that would also add four additional years to the time SQQ had been cultivating.

The earliest that Luo Binghe could have joined CQM would be when he was a little over ten years old, as that is when his mother dies:

On the bed lay a haggard old woman. With great effort, she tried to prop herself up, but from beginning to end, she was unable to do so. A small figure rushed in from outside. A tender-faced Luo Binghe, only a little over ten years old, supported the woman. Around his neck hung that jade pendant. (7 Seas, Ch. 3)

Shen Qingqiu had not reached core formation when Luo Binghe joined the sect. This means that if the IAC where SQQ joined the sect was four years before Luo Binghe's birth, then by the time Luo Binghe joins the sect it has been about fourteen to fifteen years since SQQ began cultivating.

Adding an additional four years would bump that to eighteen to nineteen years, which exceeds the "ten and some" years that SQQ took to reach core formation.

In my opinion, this also tells me that LBH joined CQM when he was absolutely no older than ten or eleven, and likely went to join immediately after his mother's death, because pushing LBH's join date later would also stretch the timeline of SQQ's cultivation. Now, this part does not specify whether the ten years old is nominal age or chronological age-- but because LBH's age of seventeen at the conference is referenced to his nominal age of fourteen, with a distance between of three years, then I am considering all age-numbers to be nominal age rather than chronological. This only really matters in regards to Luo Binghe for this analysis, though, as his birth year is the only one which has bearing on the timeline in regards to Su Xiyan's status.

With all of this information, we can determine with good confidence that the conference in which Yue Qingyuan met Su Xiyan was the same conference during which he reunited with Shen Qingqiu, which occured four years before Luo Binghe was born and twenty years before the Endless Abyss.

So because of this, we actually do have a relatively precise timeline of characters' ages, as well as events in the cultivation world.

This short timeline is also supported by the fact that Ming Fan is the most senior of Shen Qingqiu's disciples, and he is only sixteen, about 2-3 years older than Luo Binghe:

A youth around sixteen years old, tall and thin, promptly ran in through the door. “This disciple is here. What instructions does Shifu have?” (7 Seas, Ch. 1)

Had the Qing generation ascended too many years prior to Luo Binghe's joining the sect, it would be strange that the most senior disciple of Shen Qingqiu's was only sixteen, as in xianxia a disciple typically will not "graduate" at a certain age or cultivation stage, meaning that older disciples will maintain their role well into adulthood.

As for the rest of the peak lords, we have little to no information regarding the ages of Wei Qingwei, Qi Qingqi, or Mu Qingfang. However, we do know that Liu Qingge is quite young, and joined the sect both at an optimal age and a significant length of time before Shen Qingqiu:

At this point, Liu Qingge’s formal ascension to Bai Zhan Peak Lord, too, had likely only happened a couple years ago. There was a visible air of immaturity about his features, his gaze fierce and sharp, and within his every action was a young man’s spirited vigor. (7 Seas, Ch. 19)

and

Therefore, even though he’d entered the sect quite some time after Liu Qingge, because Qing Jing Peak was ranked second—only below Qiong Ding Peak—while Bai Zhan Peak was ranked seventh, Liu Qingge still had to address Shen Qingqiu as “Shixiong,” if through gritted teeth. (7 Seas, Ch. 24)

So, Liu Qingge is likely a year or two younger than Shen Qingqiu, but not by too much, since they still behave very much like contemporaries as teenagers-- let's say that Liu Qingge is likely around 14-15 when Shen Qingqiu joins the sect at age 16.

The other peak lord we know a bit about the age of is Shang Qinghua:

The older-than-average outer disciple Shang Qinghua, who currently occupied a seventeen-year-old body, looked around in all directions as he trailed behind the main team, who were unloading goods from the ship onto the docks. (7 Seas, Ch. 26)

He is seventeen here, and an outer disciple of An Ding Peak. We can place this a bit more definitively on the timeline by the fact that Shen Qingqiu is already a head disciple at this point in time:

“What I don’t know is how Shen Qingqiu got chosen as head disciple after starting cultivation so late,” said another outer disciple who’d joined Cang Qiong Mountain at an older age, his expression sour. (7 Seas, Ch. 26)

Unfortunately, we cannot place the exact point in time where Shen Qingqiu became head disciple-- one possibility is that it couldn't have happened until after Tianlang-jun's defeat, which occured about four years after he joined the sect, since he did not participate in the battle. But that is a weak argument, since none of the current generation besides Yue Qingyuan participated in that battle:

Of the current peak lords, only Yue Qingyuan had participated in that battle, as the head disciple of Qiong Ding Peak. (7 Seas, Ch. 17)

If using this argument, then that would mean that aside from Yue Qingyuan, none of the other peak lords had been chosen as head disciples at that time-- while that is a possibility, I think that a more feasible explanation would be that Yue Qingyuan was an exception, and participated in the battle specifically because of his wielding Xuan Su.

One thing we can extrapolate, however, is that Shang Qinghua was most likely an inner disciple for at least three years before the Qing generation's ascension. This is because of the following:

One day, Shang Qinghua’s concise Great System delivered a new command: Become the An Ding Peak head disciple within three years. (7 Seas, Ch. 26)

Now, it is somewhat loose evidence, as there is nothing to say that "three years" means for certain that the ascension would occur three years from that point, but it does mean that it occured no earlier than that. By now, Shang Qinghua has already been an inner disciple for some time, long enough to have been assisted by Mobei-jun a few times and to have gone on several missions-- most likely around a few months to a year or so at minimum.

Of course, how long has passed between Shen Qingqiu joining the sect and this point? Well, since Shen Qingqiu is still described as a youth:

Shang Qinghua suddenly heard the tinkling of sword tassel pendants, and a youth wearing Qing Jing Peak’s uniform slowly approached him. (7 Seas, Ch. 26)

Because of this description, I would say that Shen Qingqiu is most likely between seventeen and his early twenties, since it isn't particularly likely that he would become head disciple in less than a year after joining the sect. Of course, within this age range, there is one important event that occurs-- the battle of Bai Lu mountain, which would have occured when Shen Qingqiu was twenty and Yue Qingyuan was twenty-three.

Now, this gets into more of a speculation than anything else-- just before this point, Mobei-jun attacked Huan Hua Palace and the An Ding Peak disciples. If the battle of Bai Lu Mountain had already occured, it would have happened no more than a few years earlier. We also know that there is a tentative truce between the demon realm and the cultivation world:

This suggestion was solid. For many years, the Human and Demon Realms had maintained an uneasy balance and had yet to drop the pretense of peace. Eliminating Sha Hualing and her mob wouldn’t be impossible, but it would likely light a fuse. The demons definitely wouldn’t let her death go unanswered, and it wouldn’t be worth it if they stirred up an even greater conflict. (7 Seas, Ch. 3)

I suspect that this pretense of peace was likely set in place after the battle of Bai Lu Mountain, when the demon realm had just lost their ruler.

Since just a short time had happened since the demons' defeat and a likely truce between the realms, I find it unlikely that Mobei-jun, a prominent member of demonic nobility, at this time would be actively antagonizing the cultivation world by attacking Huan Hua Palace and Cang Qiong Mountain. Now, of course, there is a potential alternate storyline that this is exactly what happened, and Mobei-jun went rogue as an act of lashing out, and that interpretation would be perfectly valid on its own.

Personally, though, I believe that Shang Qinghua's meeting with Mobei-jun occured before the battle of Bai Lu Mountain, while the cultivation world and demon world were in the tense state on the edge of war. This means that Shang Qinghua most likely became an inner disciple when Shen Qingqiu was around 17-19 years old.

With this information, we can determine some relative ages:

Yue Qingyuan is three years older than Shen Qingqiu, who is a little older than Liu Qingge. Because Shang Qinghua was seventeen when Shen Qingqiu was already head disciple, it is most likely that he is around Liu Qingge's age, give or take a few years, as it is not particularly likely (though potentially possible) for Shen Qingqiu to have gone from new disciple to head disciple in the space of a single year.

Aside from these four, there are no other ages that can be determined for the peak lords.

With all of this information, a fairly decent timeline can be created. Characters' ages will be listed with each notable year.

《 THE TIMELINE 》

*counted up to the start of SVSSS. If using this timeline, keep in mind that the earliest and latest notes for date ranges can overlap-- do not accidentally have a disciple join the sect before the current peak lords ascend, or have SQH become head disciple after ascension! Dates with ranges are colored green (earliest) and red (latest).

Earlier than -21 YR

LQG: <;10-11

(earliest) Liu Qingge joins Cang Qiong Mountain

-21 YR

LQG: 10-11, SQQ: 12, YQY: 15, QHT: <16, QJL: 16

Shen Jiu sold to Qiu Jianluo

Yue Qi joins Cang Qiong Mountain

--IAC--

-19 YR

LQG: 12-13, SQQ: 14, YQY: 17

(earliest*) Yue Qingyuan enters the Lingxi Caves with Xuan Su

-18 YR

LQG: 13-14, SQQ: 15, YQY: 18, QHT: <19, QJL: 19

(latest*) Yue Qingyuan enters the Lingxi Caves with Xuan Su

Shen Jiu kills Qiu Jianluo and burns down Qiu Manor

Shen Jiu becomes Wu Yanzi's disciple

(earliest*) Yue Qi leaves the Lingxi Caves

(earliest*) Yue Qi becomes head disciple

(latest) Liu Qingge joins Cang Qiong Mountain

-17 YR

LQG: 14-15, SQQ: 16, YQY: 19

(latest*) Yue Qi leaves the Lingxi Caves

(latest*) Yue Qi becomes head disciple

--IAC--

Yue Qingyuan meets Su Xiyan

Shen Jiu kills Wu Yanzi and joins Cang Qiong Mountain

-16 YR

LQG: 15-16, SQH: 15-17, SQQ: 17, YQY: 20

(earliest) Shen Qingqiu becomes Head Disciple

(earliest) Shang Qinghua meets Mobei-jun and becomes inner disciple at age 17

(earliest) Shang Qinghua receives the directive to become head disciple within three years

(earliest) Shang Qinghua becomes head disciple

-14 YR

MF: 2, LQG: 17-18, SQH: 17-19, SQQ: 19, YQY: 22

(latest) Shen Qingqiu becomes Head Disciple

(latest) Shang Qinghua meets Mobei-jun and becomes inner disciple at age 17

(earliest**) Su Xiyan imprisoned and subjected to torture in Water Prison

(earliest**) Battle of Bai Lu Mountain

(earliest**) Tianlang-jun Sealed

-13 YR

NYY: <1, LBH: 1, MF: 3, LQG: 18-19, SQH: 18-20, SQQ: 20, YQY: 23

(latest**) Su Xiyan imprisoned and subjected to torture in Water Prison

(latest**) Battle of Bai Lu Mountain

(latest**) Tianlang-jun Sealed

Luo Binghe is Born

Su Xiyan Dies

(earliest) Qing Generation ascend to become Peak Lords

--IAC--

-11 YR

NYY: 2-3, LBH: 3, MF: 5, LQG: 20-21, SQH: 20-22, SQQ: 22, YQY: 25

(earliest***) Ming Fan joins Qing Jing Peak under Shen Qingqiu

-9 YR

NYY: 4-5, LBH: 5, MF: 7, LQG: 22-23, SQH: 22-24, SQQ: 24, YQY: 27

--IAC--

-8 YR

NYY: 5-6, LBH: 6, MF: 8, LQG: 23-24, SQH: 23-25, SQQ: 25, YQY: 28

(latest) Shang Qinghua receives the directive to become head disciple within three years

(earliest***) Ning Yingying joins Qing Jing Peak under Shen Qingqiu

-5 YR

NYY: 8-9, LBH: 9, MF: 11, LQG: 27-28, SQH: 27-29, SQQ: 29, YQY: 32

--IAC--

(latest) Shang Qinghua becomes head disciple

(latest) Qing Generation ascend to become Peak Lords

(latest) Ming Fan joins Qing Jing Peak under Shen Qingqiu

-4 YR

NYY: 9-10, LBH: 10, MF: 12, LQG: 28-29, SQH: 28-30, SQQ: 30, YQY: 33

Luo Binghe's adoptive mother dies

(earliest) Luo Binghe joins Qing Jing Peak

(earliest) Shen Qingqiu reaches Core Formation

-3 YR

NYY: 10-11, LBH: 11, MF: 13, LQG: 29-30, SQH: 29-31, SQQ: 31, YQY: 34

(latest****) Ning Yingying joins Qing Jing Peak under Shen Qingqiu

(latest) Luo Binghe joins Qing Jing Peak

-2 YR

NYY: 11-12, LBH: 12, MF: 14, LQG: 30-31, SQH: 30-32, SQQ: 32, YQY: 35

(latest*****) Shen Qingqiu reaches Core Formation

-1 YR

NYY: 12-13, LBH: 13, MF: 15

--IAC--

Year 0

NYY: 13-14, LBH: 14, MF: 16

SVSSS Begins

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This timeline operates under the following conditions. For some of these conditions, alternatives are discussed in the post above-- if you wish to use any of the alternative calculations, then you're more than welcome to adjust the timeline as applicable for your own use!

"Years" are counted from the first day of the spring festival/Chinese new year, rather than January 1

All character ages are nominal ages, so they were born in the year they are counted as age "1"

Luo Binghe was born after the new year, and so his nominal age is only about one year higher than chronological.

Shang Qinghua met Mobei-jun before the battle of Bai Lu Mountain

The system's time limit for SQH does reference the time of the Qing generation's ascension

The Immortal Alliance Conference takes place roughly in the middle of the year. Based on the fact that it is warm enough for the disciples to dip their feet into a stream and find that pleasant, it would make sense for the IAC to occur in a warmer season (Ch. 4)

Further References and Footnotes:

*Yue Qi was in the Lingxi Caves for more than one year and Qiu Manor had already been destroyed by the time he got out (Ch. 21)

**The birth of Luo Binghe occured a few days after the battle of Bai Lu Mountain. Depending on when LBH was born, it could be at the end of year -13 or the first few days of year -12 (Ch. 21)

***We do not know the earliest a child can join Cang Qiong Mountain, even though the appropriate age for cultivation most likely cuts off somewhere around 15 (due to YQY joining at that age and no comments about him being "too old"). For the purposes of this timeline, I am setting the absolute youngest to age 5, but more realistically a disciple wouldn't join until age 8-10 at the earliest.

****It is unknown whether the only time that disciples can join Cang Qiong Mountain is during the recruitment trials. Therefore, there remains a possibility for Ning Yingying to have joined the sect in the same year as Luo Binghe, but at some point before the recruitment trials due to connections. This can potentially be supported by Shen Jiu joining after the IAC, but at the same time, it is not confirmed that SJ joined CQM immediately, or if he had to wait until the next recruitment trial, so there is no clear canon precedent-- nonetheless, it is still possible. Note that Ning Yingying can only join at this late point if Luo Binghe joins at age 11, and after her. The only hard requirement is that NYY joined at some point before LBH.

*****I have placed this as the absolute latest time SQQ could have formed a golden core because this puts him at having been cultivating for sixteen years. It is a bit of a stretch already , but I don't think that "ten and a few" years could really be any longer than this. It is also worth noting that by the time SQQ reaches core formation, every other peak lord has already done so, with Yue Qingyuan first, Liu Qingge and Qi Qingqi next, and Shang Qinghua most likely last (Ch. 24)

Please let me know if you notice any errors in calculation, formatting, or missing details! This was quite substantial so there's a good chance I may have missed something.

Some of the points in this analysis and timeline calculations were brainstormed with the help of @zykamiliah , @cum-villain , @furbygoblinxiv . Many thanks!

#svsss #canon examined #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #yue qingyuan #liu qingge #shang qinghua #svsss timeline #resource

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hyuckswoman · 2 months

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« i’m so stupid to have believed you when you said you would only take a minute to get ready » your friend hanbin says

the both of you were currently heading towards the gymnasium, actually going to see the basketball match instead of changing your plans last minute like the both of you usually do

« what can I say? a lady must take her time upon preparing herself » you answer slightly shoving your friend as yes, technically he did have every right to complain but he had been doing so for the past half an hour.

« lady my ass, you still look just as ugly » your friend says as you gasp and before you could even respond, somebody had beat you to it

« y/n is not ugly how dare you say that » your friend jaemin (whom you had not seen) accompanied by his 5 friends greeted you

« yea listen to jaemin i am not ugly » you retorted as hanbin just rolled his eyes and sighed

« what brings you here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a game before » jisung asks, curious and lowkey surprised to see you in an athletic vicinity (the man did not think of you as highly athletic you presume)

« some guy tried to ask her out and since she wasn’t down he also asked me to go to the game with her so we’re here now » hanbin replies all too nonchalantly, you’re low key appalled at the twisted version of the events your friend is telling.

« that is quite literally not what happened, the guy you see over there just told me i should come to the game and invite hanbin too » you reply clarifying

« sooo, it’s exactly as hanbin described it » mark said.

you couldn’t have your man think that he has any competition when it comes to you (not that he cares anyway, this is very much a one sided relationship and you know it). but still, upon seeing the five other men nod you truly start to wonder if all of them are just collectively stupid because they’re men or if you’re the one that’s being dense

« OH! you’ll get to meet chenle, he’s been wanting to meet you for awhile- speak of the devil there he is! » your friend jaemin starts then waves at a man that is currently running towards all of you

« you guys actually came -» chenle starts before being cut off by hyuck « yea we did » . while all of the guys sigh and shake their heads you’re snickering as that is 100% a joke you could’ve made yourself, and meeting eyes with your friend hanbin that’s giving you a look that screams ‘this is a joke you could’ve made’ gives you all the reassurance you would need.

the loud noises erupting from the stadium managed to drown out the voices of the friend group in front of you. it isn’t until you hear your name being said that you realize not only where you are but who you’re with

« it’s good to meet you, i was feeling left out as i was the only one who hadn’t met you yet. I wish i could speak more but i need to go back to stretch a bit before the match, talk to you after? » chenle asks, to which you only nod before he scurries back to his team

that’s right, chenle IS a basketball player of course his friends would be there..

« cmon guys, let’s go sit » jeno hurries all of you as he wants to get good seats before ‘the fangirls arrive’ (you secretly thank god the man doesn’t know about your little mark obsession seeing how he feels towards the basketball groupies)

« dude what if during the game a basketball comes flying to your head and your man catches it going like ‘you alright’ tryna rizz you up just like the meme you posted on twitter yesterday » hanbin whispers, still all too loudly for your liking tho

« i beg of you to shut the fuck up the man is quite literally three people away from you » you whisper back slightly pinching his arm as he winces in pain.

you can’t have mark know about your delusions. ever.

and even though the seating system (hanbin, you, jaemin, jisung, mark, haechan and jeno) would make it difficult for mark to hear the whispers you share about him you don’t want to take any chances. you are practically surrounded by his friends after all.

and two hours later the match was done, chenle’s team winning of course and you were heading out when the guys stopped both you and hanbin

« we’re going to celebrate, not sure how yet but you guys wanna join? » jeno asks and hanbin agrees without even caring if you wanted to join them or not. when confronting him the only thing he replied was «what? we’ll probably get free food or drinks outta this, you should thank me ». the audacity of a bitch.

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iveriee · 7 months

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Oh, what about like kidnapping fluff? Like yan!Tom has kidnapped reader and been holding then hostage for awhile and they've finally begun developing feelings/Stockholm syndrome for him and so reader and Tom cuddle and get to know each other a little bit or something?

★;ANSWER: Of course. I apologise for the late response.

★;CATEGORY: A yandere x Reader

★;PAIRING: Yan! Tom Riddle x Gn!Reader

★;SUMMARY: In which...you, perhaps, submit to his otherworldly tendencies. (May be read as a Sequel to 'Acceptance')

★;PS: This fic contains severe mentions of Stockholm syndrome,obsessive and possesive behaviour, and a slight implication of sexual content. In absolutely NO way do i support or encourage such abusive behavior, this is only for entertainment purposes. I sincerely hope nobody would be offended by this. If I have made any inaccuracies or grammatical incorrections, please let me know as I strive to improve my writing no matter the cause or topic. I have attempted to do the most accurate research on Stockholm Syndrome and it's symptoms, causes, etc as i could. If I have made anything inaccurate, i heavily apologise for it. As I have mentioned before, English is NOT my first language. This may be quite rushed as I have a Hindi Examination to prepare for. I attempted to add a pinch of comedy, however, I must warn you that my humour is equivalent to the Sahara Desert.

To say what had occured resulted in astonishment would be an utter and complete understatement. Of course that was to nobody's shock, what words could comprehend or convey being locked up in the 'Chamber of Secrets' and, as gruesome as it sounds, having empathy for your very own captor? Perhaps, it wasn't empathy. Perhaps, it could have been just a mere..feeling towards him. After all, Everyone did idolize Tom Riddle. However, could you even have justified your own opinion? You were not aware when such reactions had begun to take place, yet your cheeks began to boil crimson when he was around. Yet you began to tolerate his cloying affection. Yet you began to believe,that, perhaps, it was not so awful as you had painted in your mind like a permanent stamp. Of course, every permanent stamp has a counter spell. Perhaps he was the counter spell in your case.

And Henceforth, out of a quite intrusive thought, you embraced him. As untrue as it sounded, Riddle was startled (if you'd observe potently, that is). In a matter of mere seconds, he reciprocated your embrace, perhaps, tighter. His embrace, however, differed with yours, seemingly, due to his hands clutching you being acquisitive in a manner, unwilling to let go or share.(perhaps, a way to show you were completely and utterly his, and indeed you were). His breath smeared your earlobe, causing embarrassment to plunge your face. "I am flattered to know that you have arrived to your senses, my dearest [Name]." He stated, smirking provocatively as he plunged your frame you closer to his, in quite an ..intimate..manner.

"No. It's not that, Riddle." You murmured hastily, your breath quite unsteady as you, quite literally, could not approach his gaze anymore. Perhaps you never would. "I'd much rather prefer to cuddle than...be intimate as you mentioned.." You proposed, your frame quivering. What in Merlin did he assume of your embrace? You did not know and did not ought to know as your gaze destined at the floor.(an equivalent fraction to answering incorrectly in class) "I do not feel comfortable with the idea of intimacy yet."

Though you could not gaze at that perfect face of his, you could, at the very least, make out a sort of.. discouragement. Was he, perhaps, disheartened by your proposal? Your heart concluded. His hands tilted your gaze upwards. "Indeed, I will cuddle you. However, please let know, is the floor, perhaps, a more pleasant view than I am?" He questioned (most likely, sarcastically). Was he envious of the floor? The FLOOR? Perhaps you should not embraced him in the first cause.......And to be frank, he was far more pleasant to gaze at than the floor. Of course, you'd never say that as you knew it would only fuel his desire of devouring you. You sought a plan to derive the conversation far from such a topic.

"Let us not argue...could we perhaps just cuddle in peace?" You pleaded, gazing at him. To examine Tom Riddle frowning was, truly a rarity of the sort. Of course, he could not have refused you when you had utterly and completely submitted. He could have done anything to possess you and now that he had you asking for affection, he simply could not have responded 'No' in any cause whatsoever. His slender fingers stirred to your waist, tugging you inwards.. lovingly? Perhaps your stomach had accomdated into an abundance of butterflies or perhaps, you were in love. With him. And your suspicion only flared into explosion.. when his hands bolted through your hair...when he murmured cloying words onto your ears and when he merged his lips to your forehead.

Perhaps, you'd forgive him. Not without interrogation, however. And your submission did initiate a charismatic side of him, Henceforth why not continue doing so?

#harry potter #hp fandom #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #yandere #yandere tom riddle #writing #yandere tom riddle x reader #soft yandere #fluff #tom riddle fluff

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derangedanomaly · 5 months

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Hate you so

Nightmare Sans x Reader

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You.

It was everything about you.

Day by day he's seen his employees absolutely infuriated by you. He didn't understand what was so special about you. You were just a dumb human. And yet...you seem to have all of them wrapped around your little finger. He truly didn't understand. Day by day he's seen his underlings lose their mind because of you. But what the king of darkness truly didn't understand..was why you were seeking his help.

You were pacing back and forth, walking in circles as Nightmare just stared at you. You seemed to be in quite a dilemma... "Ok...Cut this crap. Why are you here, Pest?" You looked at him hopelessly. "I have a crush on one of your employees."

....

Silence ensued, Nightmare staring at you with a scowl. "Ugh..and why does that involve me?" You rolled your eyes, but expected this reaction. "You know him the best!" Nightmare snorted, finding pleasure in your hopelessness. "Wow.. you're that desperate? Pfft..so which one is it?" Your cheeks lit up bashfully, thinking about him. "Dust.." another silence ensued, making you nervous.

Nightmare suddenly burst out laughing, which was... terrifying. He pointed at you. "That idiot? Couldn't you pick anyone less boring?" He had another laughing fit, while you glared at him. "Hey! I think he's actually really sweet!" He rolled his eyes at your words. "Yeah, only to you." You sighed, calming your nerves.

"Please! Can you just help me out?" Nightmare looked at your face with boredom. "Now why would I do that? What do you possibly have to offer me?" You stayed quiet at that. What can you offer him? You thought about it... "I don't know. What does the king of darkness want?" He didn't expect that answer and slowly smirked. "I think you have an idea.." he moved forward, smiling. You only sighed. "Fine...you can use me to cause chaos around the multiverse. Feed you negativity." Nightmare smirked victoriously. "Deal." And thus, you made a deal with the devil...

This went on for 2 months now. Nightmare playing your wingman, and you causing chaos wherever you were requested to. Over the course of these two months, Nightmare started to spend more time with you. And he still didn't understand why's everyone so dazed with you. It was so frustrating to him.

The day finally arrived...the day you were going to confess to Dust. Nightmare was going to make sure everything went smoothly. He frowned, obviously irritated with this whole ordeal. "So...ya needed me, Y/n?" Dust stood in front of you, smiling at you. You got a little nervous, being under his gaze. "Uhm...yeah, I- um.." Nightmare rolled his eyes at your stuttering.

"I..." You looked towards Nightmare. After awhile, he sighed and gave you a thumbs up. You smiled at his attempt to encourage you. "I have a crush on you..." Dust could only stare at you, which made you nervous, and kinda uncomfortable...? "Oh..um..oh wow. That's..great." what. Is that all that he's going to say? You were speechless from his answer. "What..? I don't.... understand..." "Yeah, I mean... this means I won!" This got Nightmares attention. What did he just say?

"Wo-" "Won?" Your sentence got cut off by Nightmares voice, moving from his hiding spot towards you two. "What is the meaning of this, Dust?" Dust looked at Nightmare in shock, not expecting to see his boss there.

"A-Ah, uhm...boss." Dust nodded at Nightmare, which he returned. "Explain yourself. Dust." Nightmare glared at him, which made him nervous. "Well...me and the others made a bet..." Your eyes widened in betrayal. So it was all... fake? You kinda teared up at the thought of being used like this.. "So you mean to tell me that you made a bet on record of Y/n?" Nightmare snarled at Dust. Dust could only nod.

Nightmare glanced at you from the corner of his eye and slightly frowned at the sight of you looking so...down. Nightmare turned to Dust. "Don't let this happen again. Get out of my sight right now." Dust teleported away instantly. Your eyes welled up in tears, finally letting your sobs out, slowly sitting on the ground. Nightmare looked at you, then sighed after awhile. "Well..your little romance didn't get you far, huh?" He sat on the ground next to you, your eyebrows furrowed at his question. "S-Shut...up." He chuckled in response, which made you roll your eyes. "Humans are so foolish.. you're too focused on what was and not on what will be..." You were about to retort a snarky response back to him, until you thought about his words. Is that his attempt at cheering you up? The corners of your mouth turned up at the thought of that.

Nightmare slowly got up from the floor, sneaking his tentacles around your waist, getting you surprised. "Come on you idiot. We're going to plan a revenge." "Revenge?" Your eyes widened in surprise at his words, as Nightmare went to his library, taking you with him in the process. Nightmare grinned. "Yeah. Those pesky idiots pissed me off. They're not focusing on their job, and instead are bet on someone else's record. No wonder why they were cozying up to you so much." You smiled brightly, feeling happy that, even though Nightmare can't admit it, cares for you so much. "Aww..you care for me!" Nightmare scoffed at your accusation. "Oh please. I hate you." You smirked, rolling your eyes. "Sure you do. I hate you too then!" Nightmare looked away, smiling to himself. "I hate you more..."

#sans undertale #sans x reader #undertale #undertale fandom #nightmare sans #nightmare sans x reader #dust sans x reader #dust sans

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rinriii · 3 months

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𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

Angels of the Lord are embodiments of purity and holiness. Though their free choice, angels act and are not acted upon; Therefore, over and beyond the love that stems from grace, angels have only natural love. Therefore, they do not have elective love. But contrary to this: We neither gain merit nor lose merit by what is natural. But angels gain or lose merit by their love.

Lumine/Aether × Reader

A reference to the vocaloid "Alluring Secret Black Vow" and to the english dub sang by RazzyAurealis on YouTube. Religious text and figures are mentioned. This work is not advertisement or is used to spread the word of the Gospel or the Holy Bible. This is simply a reenactment of the Vocaloid.

An angel's devotion is for thy lord; for thy heaven is a sanctuary of purity for thy grace. Just as thy lord had created the earth, he, the omniscient God loved it's inhabitants; love that had stemned from Adam and Eve, love and compassion that had allowed the caring and merciful God to drive them away from the garden of Eden when they had eaten the fruit from the tree of knowledge. This single act of disobedience had been enough for evil to enter the Lord's dearest earth.

God's love for Adam and Eve, their sons and daughters, and the sons and daughters of their children, and the sons and daughters of their children's children, is the reason for why angels are not to fall in love with the mortals; for before the present, once in the past, when the disobedient angels who had fell from heaven mated with mortal women; the union had created grotesque being scriptures called Nephilim; The Nephilim were in the earth in those days, and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bore children to them; the same were the mighty men that were of old, the men of renown.

For this is the reason as to why the great flood had transpired; a way to erase the earth of evil created by the union of fallen angels and mortals. To wash away the seed that had spread throughout humanity by the devil himself to stop the Messiah from being born, saving only Noah and his family who would soon fill the earth once again.

"Amen." You whispered, running your gloved fingers through the holy scripture on the page one last time before shutting the book close as gently as possible as you laid it on your lap. "How long is it before we arrive?" You voiced out to the coachman. "Just a few more moments! There seems to be a crowd gathering in the middle of the path, apolagies..." The older man answered back, voice slightly muffled leaving you to sigh, body jerking up with each rough shake of the coach. From outside, you can clearly here the distinct chatter off the common folks.

You peeked your head outside the coach, noting that a large crowd had indeed gathered in the middle of the road at that. "Halt for awhile, monsieur!" You said hurriedly, catching a glimpse of a stray light in the corner of your eye, the coach immediately coming to an abrupt stop as you opened the door without waiting for the chaperone. Still holding on to the bible as you got out, rushing towards the figure surrounded by such a holy light. "Oh deary, your father wouldnt be happy to see you gathering with the crowd" A familiar old woman sounded, grabbing hold of your arm. You paused in your steps, eyes meeting the woman's only to recognize her immediately as the Seamstress of the sew shop you were heading to. "Ah... I only wish to see what has blocked my chariot's path, this part of the kingdom is known to be quite peaceful, I am quite confused..." The old woman chuckled, guiding you back to your coach. "The Duke is quite strict with you, you are his only child after all— and news of your upcoming wedding had reached the capital." "I am aware of my upcoming marriage." You answered back, your lips pursing at the tone of your voice, "forgive me—" "It really is alright, deary."

"You still have not told me why a crowd has formed...." You murmured, "Gunshots have been heard in the sky just a few moments before you arrived, dear. No matter how much people have looked for where the sound originated from, there seemed to be no luck." She answered, patting your hand with her wrinkled ones. "The glass stained windows in the cathedral cracked aswell, some speculate an angel and a demon are battling."

"You know how people are, they gather to gossip. Gossip is not ideal for a person of the church such as yourself, do not entangle yourself with them." She added promptly. "I see..." You nodded understandingly, your eyes cant help but straying back to where the odd shining light had made its escape. "Excuse me for a few minutes, madame. I need to make a quick detour, I'll head to the shop as soon as I can." The woman looked at you incredulously before sighing. "Go ahead, deary. But hury now, your wedding garments wont fit themselves." You nodded with a smile, bidding her goodbye as you quickly ran towards the direction of the lonesome figure.

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A small idea in my drafts since 2021 or something, I'm planning on rewriting all the stories I had posted before so keep in touch. I won't be reposting this fic in a new post but I'll be editing this one here and there. And sorry for not being active as much for the past six or seven months ❤︎

Character list:

Lumine and Aether as Rin and Len "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥"

Reader as Miku "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤"

Ayato as Kaito "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬"

#lumine x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x gn reader #gn!reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x male reader #male reader #aether x gn reader #genshin impact aether #genshin impact lumine #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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Yandere Molly Weasley w/ Harry’s Muggle!Aunt!Reader Headcanons (platonic)

(Related to a post I did here awhile ago.)

Molly would absolutely adore Harry’s beloved aunt to no end. The absolute love and care they so unashamedly show for him just made her heart want to burst. In a good way of course.

The first time Molly ever saw you, let alone met you, was at the train station after Harry, Ron and Hermione’s first year ended. You had been amongst the family there to pick him up. She remembers so vividly how much you stood out from the other’s around you. They were stiff and looked extremely uncomfortable, like they had rather been anywhere other then there. On the other hand you were a ray of sunshine amongst rainy clouds that day. And you only shown brighter once you caught sight of Harry. She couldn’t help but notice how much happier and at ease he looked when he saw you too. Molly knew right then and there that you were a good one.

In second year when Harry ends up at the Burrow he of course gushes about his precious aunt, especially to Molly. It’s no surprise that he’d be reminded of the one true place he’s ever felt genuine belonging and love when surrounded by the warmth of the Weasley’s and he just couldn’t help himself but to share how amazing his aunt is compared to the family he was forced to stay with. Meanwhile Molly couldn’t be all the happier hearing how highly and adoring Harry spoke about you. She really did want to better know the person who meant oh so much to him.

Molly would especially want to bring Harry’s aunt into the Weasley family after getting word of their kindness and generosity from Ron and or her other children. When she heard that you had gone out of your way to gift not only gift their children with Christmas presents but also her and Arthur as well. And muggle presents at that (Arthur was completely over the moon)! She was incredibly overcome with emotion. She immediately got to work on knitting you a jumper of your very own and writing such a sweet letter, as well as nagging her children to write their very own letters as well.

From then on Molly would consistently stay in contact with you. It was something that really made her happy. It especially made her day whenever she got a letter from you, although with Errol she always worried whether you’d get hers or not. (Ron would often tell Harry how giddy his mother got when she heard from you.) Molly would most definitely share her recipes with you and absolutely adoring the ones you sent back. Even if she didn’t quite understand them.

When the holidays come along you can bet Molly invites you and Harry to spend said holidays at the Burrow with them. But when she gets an answer back accepting her invitation, as well as an invitation for them to do the same and visit you and Harry any time, she is a mess. She’s absolutely and utterly excited but she’s just as nervous too. Molly would spend the weeks and days leading up to your arrival cleaning and trying to make the Burrow look as perfect as possible but it doesn’t last long. By the time you get there it’s already a chaotic mess but you don’t mind. It’s their home and that’s all that matters. Molly never thought she could adore you more than she’s grown to but that one statement means the absolute world to her and her heart melts. She can’t help herself, she pulls you into a bone crushing hug and doesn’t let go for sometime.

Molly would be increasingly protective of Harry’s aunt. Not only because you’re Harry’s most treasured person but also because of you being a muggle and not having any magical capability. That she knew of at least. To her you were vulnerable and in need of taking under her wing. And she would do just that. Molly would even be overprotective towards you around her own family, particularly the twins and Arthur when he tried to bombard you with questsions about muggle related things.

Once Molly has you in person she doesn’t want to give you up. She’s more than happy chatting the night away with you. She’d be inclined to stall you from going home, persuading you into staying the night allowing her even more time with you. Only for the cycle to continue again and again every time you came to visit or vice versa when they visited you at your home.

I feel like Molly would be the type to take the aunt’s word for gospel. Like, whatever you said she’d be more likely to agree and go with it. Like, for example when meeting Bill with his long hair and fang earring as much as Molly dispproves of it, if you were to say you liked it or that it suited him or anything positive then Molly would undoubtedly leave him alone about it when you’re around. Or maybe even leave him alone about it permanently. Molly wouldn’t want you to view her negatively if she were to continue to be openly disapproving of.

Molly would completely and utterly love to take you to Diagon Alley. Having heard how Harry talks about how excited and amazed you get Wehrmacht it comes to magic and particularly his homework, Molly would make any excuse to show you magic and anything pertaining to the magical world in general.

Whenever you’re around Molly would definitely show of her magical capabilities. The look of utter amazement and wonder shining in your eyes would be really too hard not to want to see again and again. The one thing she would be extremely adamant against you having any interaction with is Fred and George’s Weasley Wizard Wheezes. She doesn’t care if you find it admiring and or incredible, Molly will not take any chances with you and their products. No doubt the twins would still find a way to get their products to you, ‘gifts’ as they call it. Of course the much more tame and less altering ones of course, Harry said so.

Overall, Molly would absolutely cherish Harry’s beloved aunt. She’d be overprotective and loving towards them similar to Harry. They would not only become a great friend to her but also very much a permanent part of the Weasley family. And if Molly’s invested so is the rest of the family.

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coldbanana1331 · 3 months

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Food for Thought 💭 (Pt. 2)

A burst of colorful words flew out of your mouth as the sun was setting. Still in your training attire, mud on your face (don’t ask), and smelling atrocious. You were already supposed to be at Rengoku’s place eating, but god forbid you would actually remember. A million thoughts racing through your head as you hurriedly wash up and get into a somewhat nice kimono. No you weren’t going to do makeup because by then you’d be an hour late. It was pretty much dark outside once you set foot outside your room. “Shit, shit, shit.” You mutter to yourself, keeping a low profile. The embarrassment of being deemed as a late person would actually crush you. You were always on time, always. Once reaching his room, you had already practiced your apology a million times. “Okay, here goes nothing.” You knock on his door once and before getting another one in, the door flung open. “Y/n! So glad you could make it!” He says practically yelling at you. “So sorry that I was late! Training all day.” You explain entering his room. “ No need to apologize, I didn’t get back here until about 5 minutes ago!”

Relief washed over you. The fact that he was also late made you feel like 10x less crappier. He went and grabbed something off the table while you hesitated by the door. His kimono was a simple red color and wore black sandals. “You look quite beautiful, Y/n.” Rengoku sincerely says looking you up and down. You could’ve swore he licked his lips, but maybe it was because he was hungry after all. Nonetheless, the compliment made you blush. “Thank you, same to you dear friend.” The last part slips out of your mouth before it could be retrieved. Dear friend?! Oh great now he’s going to think that I only see him as a friend. But he seems to not show any emotion other than that infectious smile. He gestures for the both of you to step outside. “You wouldn’t mind going into town to dine?” “Oh that sounds lovely.”

Before you knew it, the both of you set off. Of course with Rengoku doing most of the talking.

After walking for a good while, a nice quaint town appeared before you. The warm lights were comforting. The brick structures were strategically placed, but also suffocating each other as each shop turned into another with a blink of an eye. Soon enough, the noodle hut that the flame pillar had been raving about for the past 15 minutes, was right in front of you. It seemed a little busy but not bustling. Upon entering the restaurant, the smell of mixed spices and fresh homemade noodles hit your keen nose. Both you and Rengoku’s stomach rumbled. The two of you shared a quick glance and smiled at your stomachs growling in unison. Before you knew it, you guys were sitting at a table, facing each other. Now you could truly bask in the beauty of the flame pillar. Now getting comfortable, you start the conversation off. “This is such a nice place, Rengoku! How did you come across it?” “Well I was walking back from a mission and came across this place. I had ordered three bowls of Katsudon and some baked yams.” He answered, now looking at the menu. You laugh in consideration of his big appetite. A few minutes later, a waitress takes your drink and food orders. You had to admit, the smell of the restaurant was making you ravenous. “Gosh, if they take any longer I might be the one ordering 3 bowls of katsudon and a baked yam!” You say giggling. Rengoku chuckles, sipping his water. Soon enough the food arrived. Without hesitation you dug in. But what surprised you was that Rengoku was saying “UMAI!” As loud as possible after every bite. Some people started to look and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. On the other hand, you were too shy to say anything to him. So there you were, eating silently as your friend shouted every 5 seconds. After awhile, the people got used to it and returned to their evening.

(After dinner).

Now that your bellies were full and walking back, you found yourself a bit tired. You couldn’t help but yawn every few minutes. Eyes watering and everything. God this was painful. Then out of nowhere you feel sturdy arms grab you from beneath and find yourself being carried bridal style by Kyojuro Rengoku himself. A squeal of surprise left you. Rengoku laughed, his breath smelled faintly of bone broth. You giggle as his hot breath tickles your face. Man, this was pretty romantic. Even if his breath kind of stunk. “Rengoku…I have a question for you.” He focused intently on you. “Have you ever kissed somebody?” You ask, a smirk playing on your lips. Even in the dim light of the forest, you could see an apparently blush on his face. “I-uh…No. Have you?” He answers, looking away. “Me neither.” For a bit, all you could hear were the crickets. Then a small voice broke the silence. “Do you want to…?” He offered. You nod your head in response. Without even thinking, you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in. Rengoku closed the gap between the two of you and your lips connected. (Now you could really taste the bone broth pfft-)

It was magical. The way the world felt like it stopped, the way your head spun a little, the way your faces fit perfectly into one another like they were meant to kiss each other. Once the kiss broke, you both blurted out in unison, “I love you.” Which of course, ended in the two of you giggling like two lovestruck bumbling idiots.

#rengoku x reader #rengoku fluff #rengoku kyojuro #kny fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #dinner date

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meredith-harper81 · 7 months

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I’ve Always Loved You💔

She Moved On

Chapter 1:

Paring : Chris Evans x Lana Parker

Word Count: 2k

Chris Pov

I had already gotten messages from my family and friends wishing me all the best and saying they couldn't wait to see me super soon.

I look up from my phone, and the black SUV arrives. I open the door and get in.

"Ready to go, Chris?" Megan asks me as she hands me a Bud Light seltzer.

"Ready as I will ever be," I smile, opening the can and taking a sip to cool my nerves. I am so nervous and excited about tonight. It would be my last premiere for awhile, and nobody knows just yet.

"Okay, so nobody knows the news except for me and your agency, so when the media ask about your next project, just try to project them away from asking more questions, or I will try my best to drift the question away," Megan tells me, and all I do is nod.

The driver pulls out of the driveway, and we are on our way to the Dolby Theater.

After a twenty-minute drive, we pull in, and I can hear people shouting. I get out of the SUV and wave to some people, and Megan directs me along to the carpet to take some photos and answer some questions about the movie.

I'm waiting in line and can't help but notice Ryan and Ana both have their families with them tonight. Ana brought her boyfriend Paul, and Ryan is here with his kids and wife, and I feel a little jealous of them and their loved ones tonight.

Normally I would bring my brother or family to events like these, but everyone is busy living their lives.

...

I take some pictures, greet some fans, and answer some questions about the movie and some even about what I'm wearing tonight, and then we get pulled into a group photo with the rest of the cast. I look around me, and everybody just looks so happy and content, but the dagger in my heart is bleeding out bit by bit every day. I just wish she was here to support me like she always did.

After we got introduced on stage, I am sitting by the bar, and for some reason, I can't get her out of my head tonight...

'Lana Parker'

The only love of my life.

We were once engaged in 2019 and even supposed to get married, but I ended things with her on a bad note, half of which I don't even remember.

I just remember walking out. It was one of my biggest mistakes, and I still regret it to this day.

It had to do with my career. We were supposed to get married, and I was going to quit acting, but—I can't remember—I lashed out at her and woke up the next morning and left her.

I sold my house and moved to LA, and most of my belongings were placed in a storage unit with the help of Ma and Tara. I stayed down here during the lockdown and just worked for three years.

My family was really mad and didn't talk to me for a few months, but eventually we made up when Shanna got married. Now that Scott is engaged... I'm thinking about going back to Boston and trying again with her unless she's moved on or found someone else.

I was deep in my thoughts when Ana came up with her boyfriend, Paul.

"Chris I want you to meet Paul," Ana says.

I get out of my seat and pull my hand forward to greet him.

"Oh yeah, man, how are you? I say I'm pulling him into a hug.

"Good, good. Huge fan," he says and pulls back.

"Thanks. Nice. So let's get a picture. I say, breaking the awkward tension. He nods, and Ana takes the photo.

"And I guess Paul is on to his next victim," Ana jokes as she orders an old-fashioned.

I smile and finish my beer.

"So rumors say Chris Evans is retiring soon? Is that right? She asks me, taking some of the beer nuts I have in front of me.

My head is hung low, and all I do is nod.

"That's great, Chris. So are you planning on settling down with Lana soon?"

I look up at her, and she immediately has a look of regret on her face.

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to; it just slipped out since you guys were last together," she says.

"It's okay. Umm, I'm not sure. I need to get to Boston first," I say, looking at the time, which reads 6:45 p.m. I get up and tell Ana to have a good night.

I decided not to go to the after-party and just head back home to Dodger Stadium and finish packing.

Once the car service arrived at the gate, I gave him some cash and walked inside, where I was greeted by Dodger. I know he is probably hungry, and with all the moving boxes and things, I can't find anything.

"Yeah, Bubba, hold on," I say, finding the bag behind some random moving box near the living room. I scoop a few cups and place them in his dog bowl.

Meanwhile, I head to the bedroom, change out of this suit, and take a much-needed shower to wash all the stress of tonight off.

After my shower, I warm up some leftovers from last night and sit down to eat when a whiny Dodger comes by with his puppy eyes.

Which either means he did something bad or wants me to grab his favorite dog toy, which he probably tossed somewhere.

I get up and start looking under the sofa, and I'm about to give up when I find the darn lizard's tail hidden under the curtain.

I walk over and lift the curtain, pick up the stuffed animal, throw it across the room, and step on something cold.

I pick it up, and it's a gold infinity necklace. I open the clasp, put it around my neck alongside my Christopher necklace, and go back to eating dinner.

I remember Lana losing this necklace when I brought her here for a week, and she loved this necklace in an Instagram ad. I bought it for her and surprised her, and the look on her face when she lost it was devastating.

I wonder if she's doing well or has moved on. I haven't had the time to keep a tab on her, but I miss her so much.

I pull out my wallet and put my hand over the picture I have of us laughing, taken at Ma's house one Christmas. She is sitting on my lap, laughing at something I said.

I take out the engagement ring I remember taking off of her and throwing it.

I regret that day so much. I was so drunk, I don't even remember it. Ma was the one who found the ring and gave it to me at Shanna's wedding, and since then I've kept it in my wallet.

.....

I was leaving LA for good and leaving my house to my pal Jimmy to look after and move into.

After dinner, I take all my boxes with my personal belongings and place them in my room. I will deal with them later in life if ever needed. I call Ma, letting her know I will be home by early lunch, and she answers very coldly and tells me it's okay.

And after tonight, I'm ready to settle down and start a family of my own.

I mean, I'm forty-one, for crying out loud. These swimmers are even more likely to drown if I don't plant them somewhere.

I started up at the ceiling, daydreaming about how my life would have been if I didn't leave Boston; maybe I would've had a family of my own... I turn off the lamp and Dodger layers next to me, and I give him some cuddles and try to get some good shut-eye.

...

I've just landed in Boston, and before I left LA, I met up with Megan. She told me to just give her a call, and she can have statements sent and ready for the press. She gave me a hug, wished me all the best, and hoped I got the family I'd longed for.

I grab Dodger's leash and have him sit in the car as I load my things in the back. I run over to the other side, and the Uber takes off for Ma's home.

When the driver drops me off, Dodger runs off to the front door while I am slowly wheeling in my two suitcases.

I walk over to the front door and ring the bell and knock, but nothing happens.

I look under the mat and see the spare key. I use it and let Dodger in, and he starts to sniff around and bark, plants himself on the sofa, and goes to sleep. I walk further into the house.

"Ma?" I walk over and see a note on the table with a key.

The note said my room for a while is in the basement, and this is the key for the basement, and lunch is in the oven, and Ma is out with a friend.

Since when does Ma go out on a Friday afternoon? I shrug it off, and I wheel my things down to the basement.

I head downstairs, walk into one of the guest bedrooms, and decide to take a shower. After my shower, I head back upstairs and notice Ma is still not home. I heat up some food, eat it, and decide to take Dodger on a walk to his favorite park, which we used to go to all the time.

I pull on some running shoes and take his leash, and we take off. I text Tara, letting her know I need to find a new place, and we decide to meet up for dinner at Ma's tonight.

I've known Tara since I was in middle school; she has been one of my all-time best friends, but she and Lana never got along. I sort of remember Tara always bringing something up about Lana being selfish or using me for her money.

Recently, Tara got a divorce, and I wasn't there. I feel like a shy friend, so I also need to make up for that. Ma is inviting all my siblings for dinner tonight, and I called Tara and invited her as well.

...

I arrive at the park, and as I let Dodger off his leash, I notice it isn't busy for a Friday afternoon. Which I find a little strange.

I walk over to one of the beaches and take a seat, watching Dodger jump around, waggling his tail. I had a huge smile on my face. I really missed this place, and by the looks of it, so did Dodger.

After I let Dodger run around in the dog park, I called him over, and just as I put on his leash, he took off, catching me off guard. He starts to run in the other direction, running at full speed.

"Dodger! Bubba Stop! I yell after him, trying to catch up, but he is not stopping; in fact, he is running faster now.

What has gotten into him?

Dodger keeps running off across the dog park to the larger area of what looks like a children's park.

As I catch my breath, I hear a little baby crying, and Dodger is running faster.

I catch up to Dodger, and when I look up, I see him lying on top of a little girl as she giggles and Dodger licks her face.

The little girl is cooing to Dodger in some sort of baby nonsense...

I find it weird that Dodger only plants himself on humans he knows, and he is fully playing around with this baby he's never met.

"Dodger, you don't do that," I say, and I grab his leash, pulling him a little back off of her. I get a good look at this girl; she is wearing overalls, has pigtails, and has bright blue eyes.

I look at her jeans, and they are a little ripped, and she has a cut. I'm guessing she tripped on the tree root. I look around us, but I don't see anyone near us. I wonder where she came from and where her parents are.

"Swilly Doggy," I hear the little girl say as she is underneath Dodger and still giggling. I smile and move Dodger a little off of her.

"Hi, my name is Chris, and this is Dodger," I say, smiling and getting on her level.

"My nawe is Awia," she babbles as she pets Dodger as he starts to lick her tiny finger.

"Well, nice to meet you, Awia. Where is your mama? I say it, and then I hear it.

"Mawa," she says as her head turns, looking around.

"ARIA! ARIA, HONEY, WHERE ARE YOU? I hear a voice coming closer.

Just as I was turning, Dodger got up and ran across the grass, and I pulled him by his leash this time.

"Oh, my God, Aria. Here you are." I hear a voice coming closer. The voice... Lana's voice.

It's like the wind is sucking the wind out of me. It can't be, and then I see her standing far across the sidewalk. Her hair is in a ponytail, and she's wearing jeans with a black long-sleeved shirt. She's more beautiful than I can remember. Dodger gets up and runs toward Lana, almost taking her down.

Lana makes eye contact with me and wastes no time running up to the little girl and grabbing her, pulling her to her chest as she lets out a deep breath and kisses her head.

"Aria doesn't scare me like that. You were supposed to stay with Steven," she says.

"Ouchie, mawa," Aria says, pointing to her leg.

"Mawa, look dodgy doggy, Aria says as she gets distracted from what she was saying. Lana holds her close, kissing her chubby cheeks.

Just as I was about to say something, another man walked up to them.

I look over, and I don't see Lana wearing a ring or even this man.

"Oh my god, Aria," he says as he reaches and rubs her back, and Aria clings to her mother.

"Thank you; have a good day, Mr.," she says, leaving me and Dodger both baffled.

'Mister?' Did she really call me Mister?

"LANA!" I yell after her and I see her walk faster.

I see Lana walking away as Aria is babbling some more baby talk and waving to us, and Dodger is barking and nudging my leg to follow.

I am just frozen. Lana moved on and now has a baby. Maybe she's even married. I couldn't even get a word in, and she just walked away like nothing had happened. She didn't even acknowledge me or Dodger, and she just walked away. Did she not recognize me? I'm utterly shocked, as Dodger is whining.

...

I walk home with so many questions in my mind. I open the front door and take my shoes off, and Dodger runs into the kitchen, and I can smell Ma making something. I follow Dodger, and I walk in and see Ma in the kitchen cleaning up.

"Hey Ma," I say, walking over and hugging her.

"Welcome back home; how are you? She asks

"I just saw Lana in the park with her daughter," I say, and Ma's face changes all of a sudden.

Yeah, she had a baby two years ago after you left," Ma says while she rubs my back.

"I'm so sorry, Christopher," Ma says as she rubs my back.

"Are you ever going to tell me what happened between the two of you? Ma says, and I just look at her, and she frowns.

"You should get ready for dinner; everyone is coming soon. I nod and walk downstairs to get ready for tonight.

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You looked up at Morpheus upon his balcony and smiled as naturally as one could in a situation similar to yours. “Hi Morphy.” “Your late.” Is all he said before leaving the balcony, the tails of his black coat trailing after him; leaving you and Mathew to look at one another for answers you both clearly wanted promptly answering. “Well that was dramatic.” Mathew started in hopes of breaking the awkward tension left behind.

What you didn’t take note at first when encroaching the palace was how Morpheus straitened his posture upon your arrival; warmth flooding through him as though he was harbouring the first fire man had ever created within his chest. When he gasped upon your face he felt that all was right in the dreaming again, all was back to how it should be, you were back to where you should be, by his side, with him. However he didn’t give himself the opportune moment to show it given his history with something as fickle as love. Morpheus had his fair share of rejection and he never reacted well afterwards and he didn’t wish to relive that pain with your rejection; It was a wound that never truly healed as he had once believed that he deserved nothing but a depriving and painful existence for all eternity. One where he could feel love and feel the need to obtain that love only for it to leave him abandoned and nursing a broken heart in the lonesome company of the dark.

After realising that he had been staring at you for longer then he should have, morpheus decided it was best to leave in favour of the veranda located on the opposite wing of the palace that overlooked a lazy stream, occasionally occupied by families of ducks and duos of hand holding otters. The room the veranda was connected to was once a guest room that belonged under your name. It belonged under your name for quite awhile that it had became common knowledge to never offer up that room to any visiting royals if they wished to face Morpheus’ grievances.

The dream lord ran his hand along the railing as his starry eyes watched over a family of ducks pass him by; reminiscing on the now distant memory when he gave you the room when you mentioned that you’d spend time by the riverbank near your little cottage and duck watch after a hard days work as a reward or whenever you gotten bored. Morpheus still remembered the glimmer in your eyes when you saw two otters swimming by, holding onto one another tightly as though afraid to let go. “Did you know that Otters hold hands in fear that they loose one another as they sleep?.” He did know this fact from a book he had read one day in the grand library. Yet he still played along and acted as though intrigued just to hear the passion within your voice as he intently listened.

“No, I don’t think I’m all that knowledgeable on that fact, would you perhaps mind telling me more?” Morpheus inquired, resting his head in his hand as he stared at you fondly; his starry eyes seemingly glowing with adoration and admiration whenever you spoke passionately about the habits of animals. Oh how he wished to remain in those memories in ignorant bliss. “Morpheus?” Your voice brought him out of his thoughts and he looked over his shoulder to see you standing in the doorway, nervously picking and tugging at the fabric of your shit as though you were a child seeking a parents comfort after a nightmare. “Y/n, come in it’s been awhile.” You winced at Morpheus’ choice of words as though you’ve been nicked by the sharp end of a knife.

You knew he didn’t mean those words intentionally but in all your time spent with him, Morpheus tends to be…petty. Without wanting to make the dream lord wait any longer you joined his side on the veranda; looking down at the stream where a pair of otters were floating by that you didn’t seem to realise that your eyes went as wide nor your smile beaming as brightly as they did the first moment you saw some otters. It was almost poetically intentional. “Did you know that otters hold hands in fear they loose one another as they sleep?” Morpheus recited your words right down to the very last detail, causing you to look at him with recognition before decided to play along with this reenactment by placing your hand under your head as you meant towards him. “No I don’t think I’m all that knowledgeable on that fact, would you perhaps mind telling me more?” You both shared a laugh before ending with a sigh.

You found yourself staring at Morpheus’ side profile and internally swooning over his dark mess bed hair, sharp jawline, pretty cheekbones and the slope of his nose. He’s perfect in every way yet equally flawed in those ways also. He really was a dream to behold in all its glory that you found that your hand was already reaching over for his, intertwining your fingertips together, pressing your palms against one another’s in an kiss of sorts. “I’m sorry for being away my lord,” you started, “it wasn’t my intention but I feared my emotions would become…complicated had I stayed longer then wanted.” Morpheus’ brows furrowed as he looked at you, squeezing your hand that was fully pressed against his own. “How so?” He stepped an inch closer to you so that your shoulders were flushed against one another. “Your a king, dream. The creator of this realm and I am nothing in comparison to your greatest creations. I am thankful you gave us life but I believe my feelings for you are nothing short of inappropriate.”

You didn’t expect much of a reaction out of Morpheus but you certainly weren’t expecting to been yanked into his side as his free hand skimmed its way across your jawline to hold your chin gingerly so your head was restricted from moving anywhere other then him. Starry eyes peered into your own so deeply you believed he could see into your soul and more it left you feeling a little overexposed in his presence. “Don’t ever say your nothing, when to me your everything. Your beauty is radiant and your smile is a symphony I could never grow tired of hearing; the days I spend without you are the hardest I’ve ever had as I’m left to yearn for the presence you’ve left behind in almost tortuous pain.” Morpheus brought his head against your own to hear your breath hitch in your throat. “You could break my heart into a million pieces but I’d still find ways to love you unconditionally. For you, y/n, make me feel the most alive I’ve ever been in my long life and wish for that to continue for even longer but I too fear my feelings for you are borderline inappropriate so I must ap-“ before he could finish his sentence your lips were upon his, unable to hold back all that you’ve been feeling for a very long time.

Morpheus reciprocated with passionate vigour as he held you tightly against his chest upon the veranda where another pair of otters passed by, though this time one was of darker fur whilst the other was of a (f/c) shade, holding onto one another tightly in content.

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From a way aways stood a raven watching the two lovebirds consummate their love in a tender but passionate kiss, holding binoculars to his beady eyes with his handy capable feet. “Fucking finally.” Mathew uttered, the stress easing off his wings like water off a ducks back. His job had finally come to a close.

“What was that Mathew?” Lucienne’s voice echoed from down the library hall, the raven cursed under his breath as he remembered what he was originally doing there in the library in the first place. “Nothing Lucienne! I’m coming Lucienne…Just don’t scold me again Lucienne.” Mathew uttered the last part in that of a whisper as he took flight towards the librarian to complete the job he was meant to be doing.

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Part 6 Part 7

You should get jealous. Or hurt.

Maria's talking (flirting) with a new agent deployed in the compound.

At first, you think it's because Maria's always the mentor. But you never fail to notice how lingering her touches on the new skin is.

But you don't seem to care.

You don't feel anything. Is it because you don't have intense feelings for Maria?

You hear laughter in the living room and see Vision and Wanda laughing as they watch a rerun of her favorite sitcom.

And it pains you when it shouldn't. It hurts you when you have no right to get hurt.

It appears as if you have not quite moved on from Wanda after all. Maria is just a distraction. A distraction short-lived by the presence of a new target.

The wise one in you would end the relationship while it's still in the first chapters. But you’re not sure how to end something that hasn't even started.

You decide to leave the compound instead, to get some fresh air.

You want to clear your thoughts, not think about anything or anyone at all.

But you're unsuccessful.

You go home around midnight when everyone's still asleep. Or so you think.

Wanda: Where have you been?

You: (jumps in surprise) Shit, I thought no one's awake—

W: (chuckles as she stirs the contents in her mug) You've thought wrong. I haven't seen you since this morning.

You look at Wanda, wondering how she notices. But maybe it's probably the Avenger in her.

Y: I went sightseeing.

Wanda accepts your answer before she walks past you.

Before you can get into your bedroom, she says something else.

W: I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Y: What?

Wanda sighs as she pulls you, dragging you towards the kitchen.

W: Y/n . . . M-Maria has been cheating on you. She's not alone in the bedroom right now. I saw her went inside with someone else. And they did seem more friendly towards each other.

You nod then immediately realizes you should have been surprised so you widen your eyes and exclaim.

Y: What? How?

W: You don't sound surprised.

Y: I am shocked—

W: Did you already know?

You pause, hesitating. Then you nod.

Y: It's been awhile actually. I figured they've been going at it since day one when the new agent arrived.

You decide to make yourself a cup of coffee, having nowhere to sleep tonight if Maria has someone else in your own bedroom.

W: Why don't you care?

You only shrug your shoulders.

Y: I'm just . . . not lucky when it comes to love and stuff.

Wanda grows silent, mulling over your answer.

W: Why don't you break it off with her then?

Y: I . . . I don't know how.

You both grow silent before you two break into laughter. The conversation changes as you and Wanda talk about random things that come to mind instead.

Before you know it, two hours have already passed.

You look at your bedroom door, thinking between waking the couple up or sleeping in the living room.

W: You . . . You could stay in Vision's old room, if you want.

Of course, Wanda and Vision sleep together. And before you realize you're jealous, you only shake your head.

Y: It's okay, I can sleep on the couch. It's big anyways. Did you know that it can turn into a bed? Tony has good taste in furnitures.

Wanda chuckles but she can't help feeling sorry for you. So she hugs you instead.

Your eyes widen when she hugs you. So you awkwardly hug her back. You savor the smell of her shampoo as you bury your nose into her hair.

You imagine if Wanda was your girlfriend instead. But you know you’re only kidding yourself.

You are the first one to pull away from the hug.

Y: Good night, Wanda.

Wanda gives you a small smile.

W: Good night, Y/n.

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Imagine being Rumlows roommate (he just has one because I said so 🤣) and one day you catch him coming out of his room like this:

First little peak you get of his body, but boy does it do things to you. And by each day it gets harder and harder to resist the attraction 😏

My lovely Lily, this has been sitting in the back of my brain since you sent it in. This is sort of a roommate situation. I hope what you like what I did here. Thank you for the ask my love! ♥️

Starting Over

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Brock Rumlow x F! Reader

Warnings: Swearing and Smut! (18+ please or else I’m telling on you!) Oral F! Receiving, fingering, unprotected P in V sex(be safe out there), Drinking

Word Count: 4.5K-ish

Summary: After a bad breakup, you needed to have a fresh start but after getting a new job and selling your house, you forgot one important thing…a new place to live. Luckily a friend of yours might have a solution.

A/N: I haven’t written any smut in awhile so I think I’m a little rusty. Please be gentle and I hope you like it. I know there was something else I wanted to put in here but my brain fog has been so bad lately, I can’t remember what it is

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Why can’t she just stay with you?” Brock asked, the tone of his voice was elevated and raspy.

Frustrated, Jack replied. “You know I only have a studio and she should have her own space. It won’t be for very long, I promise. She’s looking for a place to live as we speak.”

You did leave home rather hastily but your break-up had been tough. Even though you tried moving on, your ex just kept popping up everywhere you went and it appeared that HE had no problem moving on, showing off his younger piece of ass every chance he got. So for your sanity, you had to move on and move out of your hometown.

It was hard to watch so you just decided not to subscribe to that channel anymore. You stayed long enough to sell your house and find a new job in a new city. You wanted a fresh start and Jack was the only person you knew that lived in D.C.

He was a childhood friend from high school and you had been on a couple of dates with him while in school but it just worked out where you just ended up being really good friends.

Brock seriously considered saying no but Jack caught him on a good day. He felt a little bad for you that you felt like there was no other way to move on with your life except to leave town.

“Ok, fine but you owe me, Rollins!” Brock said.

Jack felt a sense of relief as he let out a long exhale.

“Thanks Rumlow, I really, really appreciate this. I’ll bring her by later.” Said Jack.

The call ended and Brock placed both hands on the counter, hung his head so his chin touched his chest, and took a deep breath. He wondered if he was going to regret agreeing to let a stranger live at his place for who knows how long.

He thought about reminding Jack what his favorite kind of vodka was so he could bring it with him later but he let it go. He finished his coffee, gathered the things he needed for work and locked the door behind him.

It was going to be a long day.

**********

Brock arrived home that night around 6 and started to prepare for your arrival. He made up the bed in the spare room and tidied his apartment a little. He was a bachelor, used to living how he wanted, not answering to anyone, and definitely not used to having a woman around.

But he would have to get used to it no matter how much he didn’t want to.

There was a knock on his apartment door around 7:30. When Brock opened the door, he wasn’t what you were expecting to see on the other side. He was quite handsome with dark brown hair and eyes the color of Tennessee whiskey. You hoped he didn’t catch you staring at him with your mouth open.

“You must be y/n. I’m Brock, Jack told me a lot about you. Please…come in.” He said.

You entered the apartment, wheeling your suitcase behind you with Jack following close behind. You had a handle of Tito’s vodka in your other hand and then placed it on the kitchen counter and extended your hand for Brock to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you, Brock. Thank you so much for letting me stay here, I didn’t exactly think it all the way through, picking up and leaving like I did. I made sure I had a new job but forgot I needed a place to live. But I really do appreciate this…I got you a little present, Jack told me it’s your favorite.” You said with a warm smile.

Briefly, one of the corners of Brock’s mouth turned up into a half smile but then went right back to pressing his lips together, firmly and furrowing his brow.

It was obvious he wasn’t really comfortable with someone invading his space like this and you couldn’t blame him for being a little grumpy. Jack did spring this on him at the last minute and gave Brock little time to prepare for your arrival.

“Yeah…You’re welcome. So, I made up the spare room so you can put your stuff away…down the hall and first door on the left.” Said Brock.

You left Brock and Jack to talk while you went to your room to settle in a little but you felt a little guilty for disrupting his life like this. Clearly, he was used to living alone and now because of your hasty decisions, he was stuck keeping a roof over your head until you could find a place of your own.

You were close to finding one though. Every apartment that was acceptable, you put in an application for it so you were just waiting to hear back from one of them at least.

You heard Jack call down to you to tell you he was leaving. He gave you a hug goodbye, said he’d talk to you soon and he would talk to Brock tomorrow. After he left, there was an awkward silence between you and Brock.

You guessed he was a man of few words and it didn’t help that you were painfully shy so starting a conversation with him would be difficult for you but you needed to make it more comfortable if you were going to be staying there.

Brock finally broke the silence.

“You wanna drink, y/n?” He asked.

You nervously sat down on the couch and protectively pulled your knees into your chest.

“Oh…yes, please. That would be great.” You replied.

“Thank you for this, by the way. It’s really generous of ya.” He said, taking ice out of the freezer.

Watching him reach for the glasses in his cabinet, the sleeve of his black t-shirt rolled back to reveal the muscles in his arms. You bit down on your lower lip wondering what his body looked like under his shirt and warmth rushed to your cheeks.

It had been months since you had been shown any physical affection and now you were sharing an apartment with an incredibly sexy man.

While Brock was mixing drinks, you pulled out your phone to text Jack.

“Why didn’t you mention that Brock was hot?”

You texted.

He texted back.

“Um, because it’s not something that crosses my mind y/n. Ohhhhhh it’s been awhile for you, hasn’t it?”

You squinted and furrowed your brow as you wrote back.

“Oh shut it…goodbye!”

He texted back a bunch of laughing emoji’s.

“Oh you’re welcome. It’s the least I could do for you letting me stay here. I promise it won’t be for too long…at least I hope it won’t be.” You said with a slight tremble in your voice.

“Here ya go, doll.” Brock said, handing you the glass with your vodka soda with lime.

You felt yourself start to blush upon hearing the little pet name.

“Thank you. So, you and Jack work together? He won’t tell me exactly what he does, I don’t suppose you could tell me?” You asked.

“Sorry sweetheart, I can tell you the basics but nothing juicy.” He said with a slight smirk, taking a sip of his drink.

You were turned on just by the way he held the glass and watched his throat move up and down as he swallowed the cold liquid. Thankfully, he distracted you with a question.

“Can you tell me what you do for work, y/n?” Asked Brock.

Your eyes widened as his question snapped you back to reality.

“Oh, the defense contractor I worked for up north also has an engineering office down here so I just found another job doing similar work.” You said.

Trading questions back and forth, you talked with each other for a couple of hours until you both started to yawn and your eyelids became heavy with sleep. It seemed like the both of you had a long day.

“Well, I’m off to bed…towels are in the hall closet for when ya wanna shower. I have a bathroom in my bedroom so take your time…goodnight y/n.” He said softly. His voice sounded extra raspy.

“Goodnight Brock, and thank you again.” You replied.

He went into his bedroom and shut the door, leaving you in the living room, alone with your thoughts. But you didn’t want to be alone with your thoughts.

It seemed all you could think of was your ex and how badly he hurt you, continued to hurt you in the months following your breakup and how he made it absolutely unbearable to stay in your hometown. That was your home, you shouldn’t have had to leave but he didn’t leave you any other choice.

With Brock asleep, you decided to clean up the dishes you dirtied and managed to find the coffee along with the filters to set up the timer on the coffee pot so fresh coffee would be ready for when you got up the next morning for work.

After your shower and with your head resting on the pillow, you just stared at the ceiling, the room filled with darkness as you waited for your eyelids to get heavy again but for some reason, they didn’t.

You were wide awake listening to the whistling sound the wind made outside your window and your mind wandered to thinking about Brock.

You closed your eyes and imagined his strong hands roaming all over your body, the scruff on his face lightly scratching the sensitive skin on your inner thighs, pinning your arms above your head as he kissed you aggressively.

That’s how you pictured being in bed with Brock Rumlow, a little bit rough but those thoughts made you so wet that a soft moan escaped your lips as you finally drifted off to sleep.

You had a feeling it was just going to get harder to resist the attraction to him and how long it would be before you couldn’t resist any longer.

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The alarm startled you awake and out of the dream you were having. It surprised you that you had slept so well in a strange place but you woke up feeling better than you have in a long time.

You put the finishing touches on your outfit for the day before emerging from your room to get some coffee. Brock’s bedroom door was still closed so you tried to be extra quiet while taking a mug from the cabinet and looking around for the sugar.

You heard Brock open his door. When he walked around the corner, he was pulling his shirt down over his muscular torso. It was difficult not to stare, he was in really great shape…as close to perfect as anyone could be.

The ache between your thighs was growing, forcing you to clench them together and release a soft gasp that you hoped he didn’t hear.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear ya get up. Actually, I forgot you were even here…been alone for so long, I just have to get used to ya bein’ here.” He said, the husk in his voice more pronounced after being asleep all night.

“You want some coffee?” You asked.

“Yeah…sounds great, thanks.” Brock said as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned. “How are ya gettin’ to work this mornin’?”

“Oh I have my car. I followed Jack over here last night.” You replied.

Brock looked around at his kitchen and remembered there were dishes in the sink last night. The counters had been cleaned and his mail was neatly piled at the corner of the breakfast bar. The confused look he had on his face made you crack a smile.

“The kitchen was dirty when I went to bed last night, right? I’m not seeing things.” He asked.

You covered your mouth to try and keep him from seeing you smile.

“Well, I noticed it was dirty after you went to bed so I just cleaned up a little before my shower.” You said.

Brock finished his coffee and placed his cup in the sink. “Thanks…Ok, well I’ll be back around 6 tonight. Jack told me you go into work early also but I know you’ll get back before I do. The spare key is under the mat…I’ll see ya later.”

He picked up his backpack, his motorcycle helmet and walked out.

These were the types of exchanges you and Brock had for about a week. He was a man of very few words and it was almost like he had no idea how to live with someone else.

He would go to work, come home, and that’s it. He’d never go out with anyone, not even Jack which made you a little sad for him.

You finally got a phone call about one of the apartments you had filled out an application for, it was the one that was the nicest and the one you wanted the most but it wouldn’t be ready for another two weeks.

“I’m sorry, Brock. I know I said it wouldn’t be for that long but I’ll be outta your hair in two weeks, I swear.” You said nervously.

He looked at you with a slight smirk across his lips and said, “I told you doll, it’s alright…stay as long as you need to.”

At that moment, he seemed a little more comfortable having you there. Maybe he actually liked having you stay with him? Whatever it was, it didn’t feel awkward anymore but it was still hard to pretend you weren’t attracted to him.

To know what his body looked like under his clothes, his handsome face and honey colored eyes…just thinking about him made you blush.

You got into the habit of making dinner when you would come home from work. Sometimes he would be around to eat it before you went to bed and sometimes he wouldn’t be. After dinner, you would sit and talk…he was always asking questions.

You thought the reason he asked so many questions was because it kept you from asking anything about him, which was fine…he didn’t have to talk about anything he didn’t want to.

Being in a new city was scary and having only one friend in that city was even more frightening. But after a few more days, you felt like you could consider Brock a friend too. Although, you were sure that friends don’t picture their other friends naked.

Well, maybe some of them do.

Some nights, it wasn’t uncommon for you to go to bed before Brock got home. On a particular rainy night, you heard him come home late. Large drops of rain pelted against the building and the ceaseless winds seemed to make it their business to try and uproot the trees below.

It sounded like he threw his backpack hard against the wall and continued to make a lot of noise so you decided to get up to see what was going on with him.

You should have known better than to sneak up on him. Jack had told you enough about what they do to know that they were highly skilled in hand to hand combat so before you could even say Brock’s name, he had grabbed your wrist, spun you around to face away from him and pinned your arm against your back while holding a knife to your throat.

“Brock! It’s m-me! It’s y/n!!” Your voice trembled.

His hands felt cold and wet against the soft skin of your wrist while his thick fingers held onto you very tightly. The blade felt cool against your neck and suddenly your mouth became very dry, making it difficult to speak again.

Brock finally realized what he had done and dropped the knife. You heard it hit the floor and your eyes immediately welled up with tears. After turning around to look at him, Brock raised his hands in front of him to show you he wasn’t holding anything else.

“Y/n, I am so sorry! I didn’t know it was you! You can’t sneak up on me like that!” He yelled.

His actions scared you and you were paralyzed with fear but the look he had in his eyes was equal parts sadness and anger. And rather than run away, you inhaled sharply and let out a long exhale before doing the only thing you could think of that might comfort him.

You wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed as hard as you could. His body tensed in your embrace but quickly relaxed when he returned your affection.

Burying his head into the crook of your neck, his warm breath brushed against your skin making the hair on the back of your neck stand up and sent a shiver down the length of your spine.

“What happened, Brock?” You asked softly.

Still dressed in his tactical clothing, he told you he, along with everyone else, thought it would be a simple mission but it went wrong…horribly wrong.

It was supposed to be a convoy to go from point A to point B, drop off the package and leave. But they had a number of new agents with them that panicked when things didn’t go smoothly.

Everything worked out in the end, they finished their job and everyone made it back safely. But Brock was the leader of his STRIKE team and he wanted it all to go perfectly and when it didn’t, he didn’t know any other way to cope with it than to lash out in anger.

He was quick to apologize again.

“I am so sorry, sweetheart. I would never…” He trailed off and hung his head. “I’m…I’m sorry…”

You had always been painfully shy and quiet, never speaking unless you were spoken to, that kind of shy. And if you were being honest with yourself, it was still surprising that you had any past relationships because it was difficult for you to open up.

It was difficult for you to be assertive in any way when it came to showing affection or being confident in your own skin.

Uprooting your entire life and moving to a new city terrified you. In the past, it was something that you could never ever picture yourself doing but you did it and you did it all by yourself. You were stronger than you thought and if you wanted something then you should go get it.

So it surprised even you when you inched closer to Brock, your eyelids were warm with his breath and you ghosted your lips over his before not being able to control yourself anymore. He smelled like fresh rain and your fingers found their way into his damp hair as your lips crashed against his.

He didn’t pull away but rather pulled you closer, his kisses were hungry with clashing teeth, his tongue dancing with yours as you whispered his name against his mouth over and over again.

You were shocked at the lack of your own restraint when your hands traveled down to the hem of his t-shirt which was soaked from the rain. The heat was radiating off of his skin as your fingers lightly touched his chest and migrated down his stomach muscles to his belt.

The words that escaped his lips surprised you.

“I’ve wanted you since the first second I saw you. Jack failed to mention that you’re absolutely beautiful.” He whispered.

Warmth rushed to your cheeks as you replied, “Well he didn’t mention to me that you’re sexy as fuck, Mr. Rumlow.”

Suddenly his hands were under your ass, he picked you up with ease as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he carried you toward the bedroom…his bedroom.

Brock was not gentle with you but you didn’t want him to be. He practically tossed you onto the bed and quickly climbed on top of you as his lips collided with yours once again. He kissed you desperately and with a hunger that was so new to you.

The passion behind it was something you had only seen in movies, it never happened to you in real life but you craved this type of affection, this type of passion, and it only deepened your desire for him.

Brock nipped at your bottom lip and jawline, peppering kisses down your neck as he tightly gripped your outer thigh, your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed his thick fingers into your soft skin.

Your t-shirt and shorts were hastily discarded onto the bedroom floor, leaving you just in your panties and his hard cock pressed against your core, causing a soft moan to escape your lips and a low growl escaped his.

You didn’t know it was possible but you pulled him down even closer to you, the warm breath from your mouth lightly brushed the top of his ear which made him even more feral and he growled louder into your ear.

It felt like torture waiting for Brock to touch you in your most sensitive area but that changed as soon as you felt his fingers dip under the waistband of your underwear and slip into you.

He moved them rhythmically, hitting just the right spot deep inside that caused you to whimper and your walls started to tighten around his talented fingers.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart. You gonna be a good girl and come for me?” He whispered against your lips.

He draws out another soft moan from you, it had been so long since you had even been kissed that you felt like you could come just from the finger fucking he was giving you. He drew circles on your clit with his thumb, bringing you closer and closer to your release, and you felt like you were going to explode.

Before you could cry out his name, Brock firmly gripped your chin and captured your lips with his so all you could do was whimper into his mouth as he kissed you aggressively, pressing his hips down in between your legs even harder than before as if to make sure you weren’t going anywhere until he let you.

Breathing heavily after coming down from your high, the corners of his mouth turned up into a slight smile. “Oh I’m not even close to being done with you, doll.”

He suddenly disappeared in between your legs. You could feel his stubble brush gently against your inner thighs as he hummed against your entrance and you ran your fingers through his damp hair. Arching your back off of the mattress, you recklessly called out his name over and over again.

“Brock…I…can’t…” Those words were all you managed to get out before he brought his gaze up to meet yours and finished what you started by removing his pants. You wanted him. You wanted to feel every inch of him inside you.

Your thoughts were all over the place, and you were still shocked this was actually happening. His focus was solely on you and it surprised you how easily he slipped inside you, stretching you out before slowly starting to move, hitting just the right spot deep within your core, the spot that caused your vision to go white and your walls to tighten around his cock.

“You can give me more, sweetheart. I know you can.” He commanded.

You’ve never had someone who had been so eager to please you, who took care of you in bed, or who put your needs first before his own. You could feel yourself soaking the sheet underneath you as the cries of pleasure he ripped from you turned him on.

He fucked you hard and deep, forcefully pushing you into the mattress while your nails scratched up and down his back as he grunted loudly into your ear.

Somehow, it was almost like he knew that you’ve never been fucked this good before. You could almost feel his sly grin against your cheek as you gripped his waist as tightly as you could with your legs before his name fled from your lips. Your walls began to flutter as his movements became faster and insistent, he was close too.

“Ah…fuck!” He cried out.

Searching for his lips with your own, you were eager for his kiss, and desperate for the passion that you haven’t had in so long.

So you lifted your head slightly and pinched his jaw gently with your teeth until his lips met yours. He kissed you hard before spilling into you and then collapsing on top of you.

You could feel yourself trembling underneath him as a tear streaked down the side of your face from the overstimulation. Brock took your hand in his to comfort you but you had never felt better.

“You alright, doll?” He asked. “I didn’t hurt ya did I?”

You shook your head and bit down on your bottom lip.

“No, of course not. If you couldn’t tell, I was having a great time.” You chuckled.

He moved a stray piece of hair away from your eyes and smiled warmly at you. It was probably the first genuine smile you had ever seen from him. It wasn’t forced or a just-being-polite smile, it was an actual smile.

“Is that an actual smile, Mr. Rumlow?” You asked.

He tried to cover his smile.

“Ah, ah…too late. I saw it already. Ya know if you have another bad night like tonight, I might be available again to help work out some of your aggression.” You said with a wink as you tried to catch your breath.

“Is that right, sweetheart?” Asked Brock.

He started to smile again but stopped himself and all of sudden looked really nervous.

“Brock? What is it?” You asked.

He inched closer to you and gently pressed his lips to yours. They were warm and soft as you brushed his stubble with your thumb and smiled against his mouth.

“I was just thinking…” He said. “This probably wasn’t what Jack had in mind when he asked if I could do him a favor. So…who’s gonna tell him?”

Quickly, you pointed to your nose and said, “Not it.” And laughed.

Brock let out a raspy chuckle. “Or, maybe he wanted this to happen. Ya think?”

Gently tugging back on his soft brown hair, you gazed into his light brown eyes and said, “Well, that should make it easier to tell him then, right?”

“I ain’t gonna tell him by myself. Even though I think I can take him, he is bigger than I am.” He joked.

You smiled, kissed him again and said, “Ok, I’ll stay in the room when you tell him, but I don’t think he’ll be mad.”

“You don’t?” Brock asked.

You chuckled as you replied, “Nah, once he sees the smile you put on my face, he’ll probably thank you.”

Your joke made him laugh.

With a devilish grin, he said “Well, I like putting a smile on your face, doll…in fact, I’d really like to do it again, if you’re not too tired.”

Maybe starting over wasn’t so bad after all.

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eventinelysplayground · 3 months

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Broken Promises

Mitsuki and Theo finally talk about and resolve the biggest change in their relationship since their twins arrived. If you haven't read the stories that come before this you will probably go when did this happen but it can be enjoyed for what it is without them. I will be doing the spicy but as its own story as per the poll I did, this is pretty long as it is. WC approx 1690.

The season had changed from the cold and quiet of winter to the sunshine and bustling of early summer. The season wasn't the only thing that had changed though, the mansion had as well. Everyone knew the arrival of Theo and Mitsukis child would bring changes but they never thought there would be this many.

One of the biggest was that there wasn’t just one but two babies. Secretly Comte was thrilled as procuring everything this second baby would require was left in his capable hands while their parents were otherwise occupied. The biggest change however was Mitsukis new life, not as a mother but as a vampire.

It had taken her almost three days to wake and everyone it seemed had kept an extra close eye on her for quite awhile. Mitsuki adjusted well though, she had accepted the news of her new life with ease, she was physically fine and her need for blood was the lowest of all of them. She had asked Comte one day about it and he said although appetites naturally varied he also wondered if different sires played a part in it as well. Nothing more was thought about it after that and Mitsukis life carried on much as it had before but with the added joy of her sons.

At least on the outside that was how it seemed to everyone. There was one big change that had been eating away at Mitsuki, that Theo hadn't intimately touched her since. He still kissed her and held her but his touch was always short and light, not strong and passionate like it used to be. At first Mitsuki thought that it was just him being concerned they both knew she'd need to heal but as the months went on nothing changed. She knew she should talk to Theo about it but she was too embarrassed to so she went about ignoring it as best she could until one mid afternoon.

It started with the twins making a mess of themselves, and everything else in the dining room, with their newly introduced solid foods. Mitsuki was just finishing bathing one boy when Theo came in.

“Need help with the kleintjes Hondje?”

“That would be great thanks, Vincent's all clean but Arthur still needs his bath.”

Mitsuki turned around to see Theo finishing taking off his shirt. He laid it aside then picked up Arthur while shaking his head at him.

“How did you manage to get this messy huh?”

Mitsuki smiled to herself taking in the precious sight but it wasn't long before she found her eyes roaming over Theo's body. She shook her head trying not to feel sad and moved away to get Vincent dried and dressed. She couldn't help watching Theo though, his bare broad chest and the slight flex of his muscles when he moved his arms but the worst was Theo's scent. He had always smelled good to her but he smelled even better now, she sighed and pulled her gaze away from Theo trying to refocus herself on the task of dressing a squirming baby when she heard Theo let out a low hiss.

“Those finger nails are sharp. Check Vincent's, we'll probably have to trim them later Hondje. Hondje?”

Mitsuki found herself momentarily frozen and staring at Theo. His scent was suddenly overpowering and she was incredibly thirsty. She felt her fangs descend and her eyes widened as her gaze fell on the tiny scratches on his forearm that were barely bleeding. She heard Theo call her name and ask her what was wrong but she didn't dare answer him, it was taking all the strength she had not to bite him. Theo must have noticed her gaze finally as he looked down at his forearm and then looked back up at her in surprise and concern.

“Mitsuki, it's…”

“I'm… I'm sorry… I need to go!”

Mitsuki practically screamed that last word at Theo as she dashed out of the room with Vincent still in her arms. She heard Theo call out after her but she just picked up her pace, she needed to get far away from him. She raced carelessly down the hallway and bumped right into Napoleon who caught her and Vincent before she fell.

“Are you alright Mitsuki?”

Mitsuki just shook her head and handed Vincent over to Napoleon before taking off again in a run down the hallway. She vaguely registered Napoleon calling after her but she didn't stop. Once she reached her room she quickly locked the door behind her and collapsed against it pulling her knees to her chest.

So this is what bloodlust feels like, and there was barely any blood!

Mitsuki thought back on her ‘vampire talk', as Dazai had called it, with Leonardo recalling the last thing he had told her.

“Maybe it's best if you figure out the specifics for yourself actually; but if it ever feels like too much Cara Mia remember to put distance between you and Theo.”

Is it always this intense? How did Theo manage this all these years? Maybe it was never as intense for him, I mean that would make sense considering how he's been acting lately…

Mitsuki hugged her knees even tighter as she began to cry. A part of her knew she was being silly thinking like this but she couldn't help it. She wasn't sure how long she'd been huddled against her door but she smelled Theo before she heard the knock.

“Hondje?”

She could hear the concern in his voice and she gripped her knees tighter.

“Go away Theo.”

Her voice was strained and she knew he'd be able to tell she had been crying. The doorknob jiggled above her head and she heard Theo sigh.

“Open the door.”

“No.”

“Stop being so stubborn and open the door!”

Mitsukis bloodlust and mood were getting worse and she spoke without thinking.

“Look who's talking? Besides this is for your own good, I can't guarantee I wouldn't bite you right now and I know you don't want that so just leave!”

Silence met Mitsukis words and she hoped Theo would leave but instead she heard him slide down the other side of her door.

“You really going to make us have this conversation through the door Hondje?”

Now it was Mitsukis turn to be silent. She heard Theo let out a long sigh.

“You've misunderstood me.”

“Have I, it's seemed pretty clear to me lately and now…”

Mitsuki swallowed hard against the growing burning in her throat.

“How can you ignore this feeling?”

Mitsuki leaned her head against her door and she heard Theo chuckle.

“I'd like to tell you that you get used to it, that you figure out how to deal with it but that's not how it seems to work. As soon as I think I have it under control it changes, it grows more intense and I have to start all over.”

“Then how have you always kept control, it makes even less sense!”

“Do you remember the promise I made to you, Mitsuki?”

Mitsuki's brows furrowed and then her eyes went wide and she clasped a hand over her mouth.

Oh my god is that what this has been about? Why didn't I think of it!

As if he had guessed what she was thinking Theo spoke his voice low and raw.

“I promised I'd never put you in danger again, never make you cry again. A part of how I controlled it was remembering those promises, remembering what could happen if I lost control. I ended up breaking those promises though. I almost lost you a second time and it was all my fault again. It’s not that I haven't wanted… I don't want you in danger again, I couldn't bear to lose you.”

Mitsuki could hear Theo's voice wavering as she held back tears.

“Oh Theo, I should have realized without you having to tell me! I'm so so sorry!”

Mitsuki turned her body and reached up turning the key in the lock before standing up. She waited a minute to make sure Theo had moved then opened the door. She barely had it opened before Theo had stepped inside and she was wrapped up in his tight embrace. As Mitsuki snaked her arms around his back she started to cry again.

“It's alright Hondje, I was doing my best to hide it from you and you've been pretty busy lately.”

“Didn't you also promise me not to try and handle everything by yourself anymore?”

“Ya I know. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course I can! It's not just not thinking of it sooner that I'm sorry for though, you don't want to know all the horrible things I was thinking.”

Mitsuki felt Theo's fingers run along her jaw then lift her chin up so she was staring straight into his intense blue eyes.

“You were thinking I didn't love you anymore weren't you?”

“How…did you know that this whole time?"

"No, It's been pretty clear though something's been bothering you for awhile now and you aren't that hard to figure out.”

Theo leaned in and planted a kiss beside her eye and she shuddered. Mitsuki took a step back from Theo, she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep herself from biting him. After she had stepped back Theo chuckled and she watched as a wide smirk spread across his face.

“Just how many times am I going to have to show you with my body how much I love you Hondje? I know you're a smart pup, I'm starting to think you're not getting this on purpose.”

“That's not mmm.”

Mitsukis protest was cut off when Theo grabbed her and pulled her in for a forceful kiss. He hadn't kissed her like this in so long and she felt like her knees would give out beneath her but Theo's strong arms held her up.

“Theo…”

Mitsuki was shocked, she'd never heard herself sound so needy and desperate before but all Theo did was grin smugly at her.

“Dogs aren't supposed to bite their owners Hondje, but I'll make an exception since you're such a good pup.”

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hamster-writes · 6 months

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After a long day walking around baldur's gate everyone is exhausted, tired, and well...dirty. Everyone takes their turns at the bath in the elfsong inn. But, astarion seems to be lost in thought staring blankly at the book in front of him.

He definitely hides it well. But, ever since you all have arrived at baldur's gate astarion has grown more and more uncomfortable and anxious from being back. The past trauma that he tried to push down are now front and center being so close to the mansion. It was effecting him more then he thought possible. He is so confident he can do this and yet... he still has fear. The what if's are eating at him weather he cares to admit it or not.

You know all to well what it's like to feel that way. Being in places that bring bad memories and past traumas to light. Where you feel like everyone can see. When in reality only the one that is closest to you knows what may be going through your mind. You two have been in a relationship for quite awhile now. So you go up to him and sit beside him on his bed.

"Yes, darling?" He says. "How are you feeling?" You reply just trying to figure out where he's at. "About as good as i can be." He replied. You don't push any further already knowing the answers. You lean your head on his shoulder for a little bit and sit in silence. Both of you lean into each other and just saver each others company. You eventually stand up and hold out your hand, "come on lets go." He knew what you were doing. When ever one of you gets in a season of bad depression, you offer the other to take a bath together. Never sexual, just company and comfort.

Weather it be in a nice hot bath or the river it is always relaxing and a nice way to unwind. "Let me know if you want me to stop at anytime or if you get uncomfortable. I'll stop right away." You say, as he steps in the bath first. "Don't worry darling, I've missed doing this recently. It has been quite awhile since we had the time to do anything this lovely. " he scoots forward so you can get in behind him. You step in and get yourself settled. You both sit for awhile and say nothing just relaxing and basking in each other's company.

Astarion leans back into you even more then he already was "your skin is warm" He says. "I know you tell me every night" you replied with a chuckle. You bring a bowl up to wet his hair before you apply the soap to his hair. You Start too slowly message the soap into his hair. "This feels wonderful" he says. "Isnt it relaxing?" you reply with a light smile. "No... i mean getting away from the chaos. Not that i dont like chaos of course," he replied. You chuckle continuing to massage and wash his hair do get the blood and dirt out. He continues, "But, i also ment getting some time together is nice. Just ourselves. " He tilts his head back a little bit so you can get the front of his hair. "The bath is also amazing. The aroma and the steam is doing wonders for my face" He grins.

"I used a hand full of the flowers and herbs we picked up today, plus the soaps we bought earlier." You replied.

He relished in the feeling of you massaging his hair. He absolutely loves it when you do this for him. He remembers the first time you offered to do this for him. As much as he hates to admit it he cried the first time. He had no idea how to be in a relationship where sex wasn't required. You never forced him to, never made him feel guilty for not having sex. Simple things like washing each other with no strings attached brought him to tears.

You finish rinsing his hair, and you grabbed a cloth to wash his back and arms. "Is this okay?" You ask. "Yes, please continue darling. " He replied. He knows you will be gentle around his scars on his back. Though that have been there for more than a hundred years, he can sometimes still feel the pain of the dagger be pierced into his skin. You continue to gently wash his back and arms. Once you are finished you step out and grab a large cloth to dry off. You sit on a stool and wait for astarion to finish as you brush your hair. As soon as his finished he does the same. He sits on a stool in front of you with his back turned.

You begin to comb his hair gently just incase there are any tangles. He relies on you sometimes (most times) now to help with his hair since he can't see his reflection. No matter how long he stared at his mirror he can't see himself. You ended up being his eyes. "Can you tell me what you see?" He asked. He does this every once in awhile. You can't help but indulge him. You smile as you continue to comb and style his hair, "I see someone who has GORGEOUS white hair that curls around his ears ever so beautifully" you say, as he rolls his eyes with a smirk. You continue, "i love the way your smile lines show when you laugh."

He snaps around and gives you a teasing glare. You chuckle as you finish doing his hair. He turns around and faces you. "And what else?" He says. You cup his face "Beautiful piercing red eyes. And someone i love very much." You say. Holding your stare he leans in, he gives you a loving soft kiss. "Thank you darling." He gives a soft peck on your forehead as he stands up.

He get dressed as do you. He holds out his hand and say, "shall we?". You take his hand and walk side by side back into the room. He lays down on his bed and you prepare to leave, but he grabs your hand again. "Can you stay, please?" He says. You smile "of course." You settle in beside him. Your face nestled in the croke of his neck and his in yours. He places a kiss on you neck before he sinks his teeth into it. You flinched a little bit, it hurts a lot less then it used to and is most pleasurable now. I lasts about a minute or two. You know he's done when you start to get a bit light headed. He finishes and licks up the last bit before placing another kiss there.

"Thank you." He says. You look up and smile at him. This is the first time he has been cuddly in awhile which is understandable. He must be getting more anxious being so close to his goal. In the end you know he will make the right decision, and you will be by his side every step of the way. You Start to dose off and look like your asleep when you here "I love you, and thank you."

You know if you react he will try to cover it up. He's not quite ready to say it to your face just yet. But when that time comes you will be ready. You both fall asleep cradled in each other's arms.

First time I've ever written anything please be gentle!!! Any constructive criticism is welcome!!! Thank you for reading 💖💖💖💖

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jojolovesdogs00 · 1 year

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Between Our Hearts

Ship: Rachel x Reader

Chapter 1

You were staring at the ceiling of your room for what seemed like hours already but was probably only 20 minutes when someone knocked on your door softly.

"Y/n? Are you there?" head teacher of the orphanage you live mr.Brian asked softly after you didn't answer back immediately."Yeah, just give me one second!" you said, quickly getting up from your bed. "Coming!" You called out as you opened your door with a quick movement of your hand.

When you walked into the hallway you saw him waiting patiently for you. He gave you a soft smile. "What's wrong, Mr. Brian?" you asked politely as you approached the old man. You had met this man you were 5 years old when your parents left you here and never come back. "Well," he said, "it seems that we have a problem.". You started to think of what could be the problem that would cause the head teacher to be so serious."A problem?" you repeated dumbfounded. The old man nodded and sighed deeply before he started talking.

"As you know, you're about to turn 18 Y/n." he explained gently as if he was trying not to upset you."Yeah, I am..." you answered absentmindedly. You knew exactly what the topic about his conversation was going to be.

"You know we can't keep adults here." the older man continued speaking again as if he heard your thoughts. "I'm not happy either child." he admitted. He looked away from you for a moment then continued. "I have some friends work in real estate." He stopped for a second and then added."I think you could find somewhere to stay with them. They'd help you a lot."

Your brain was still processing the news but slowly you came back to reality and started to realize what the old man was telling you. "Thank you so much for your concerns mr.Brian but I think I can handle it on my own. You know I'll manage fine." you tried to convince him. He smiled sadly and patted you softly on the shoulder. "Yes I do, Y/n. But I hope you will consider my offer." and with that, he turned around and left. You stood alone for awhile, contemplating what you should do now. You were turning 18 after this week and you were gonna graduate from high school. You were also working at a burger shop part time. 'Maybe I can join army' you thought. You loved martial arts ever since you were a child. You were quite skillful when it comes to fight and you were a quick learner. 'It might not be enough though...' you thought once more while looking outside the window, observing how bright it was today. It was a nice day and you wanted some fresh air and sunshine so you wanted to take a walk. You started to get ready to leave the orphanage. After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes, you went out of the orphanage with taking your purse in your pocket and started walking. You liked being outside and you had always enjoyed the freshness in the summer days. It felt good to move and enjoy the breeze. 'I feel hungry. I should have breakfast first.' you thought while heading towards the fast food restaurant near. When you arrived there you ordered a hot dog and french fries before sitting down at a bench near a lake in the park. You took a deep breath and let it out before starting eating and thinking. 'Why does my life seem complicated?' you thought while sipping your soda. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard gunshots coming from the direction of the fast food place was located. "Oh no." you said aloud as you got up from the bench and ran towards where the sound was originating.

There was an old man lying on the ground bleeding badly with a wound in his arm and a bullet hole through his chest. A burl young man was standing beside him. He wore a smirk on his face and pointed a gun at the dead man. "Gotcha!" he said loudly and started to laugh maniacally. You could see the fear on the faces of the people in the surrounding crowd who were trying desperately to escape from the area. But the man didn't care at all and kept pointing the gun at the old man's chest and laughing crazily. Then he aimed the gun at the man beside the old man. That was when you decided to step in. Without hesitation you stepped forward and punched the man right in the jaw. He dropped the gun immediately as he fell to the ground with blood coming out of his mouth. You quickly bent down and grabbed the gun. With the gun still in your hand, you raised it toward the man. "Put your hands behind your back" you ordered sternly. He obeyed immediately and began to laugh hysterically. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably with laughter. "What the-" you were cut off by the police who came rushing over to you.

"Miss are you alright?" he asked, bending down next to the dead man. You nodded, handing him the gun."What happened here?" he asked, pointing to the body of the old man. You told him about the gun situation, how the stranger had shot him without mercy. The officer looked at you carefully for a few moments before nodding."Do you want us to call anyone for you?" he offered. You shook your head vigorously. "Nah, I'll be okay. Thanks for your concern officer." you responded.

"You are very brave girl miss." he replied smiling at you. "Thank you again sir."

"That guy is... quite burly. You knocked him out with only one punch huh?" the officer asked, impressed. You nodded.

"You must really be something huh?" he asked.

"Something like that" you answered nonchalantly.

You turned away from the scene and walked back to orphanage without looking back. After entering the building you headed straight for your room. 'What a day I had' you thought, feeling exhausted. You closed your bedroom door and sat down on your chair, leaning against it. You sighed deeply, closing your eyes for a second as exhaustion overcame you. 'I should take a shower first' you thought. You got up from the chair and opened your closet. You quickly changed your clothes and made your way to the bathroom, taking a shower before brushing your teeth. Once you were done, you dried your hair, fixed it with a towel. You put on clean pajamas before getting into bed. You laid there, staring at the wall with tired eyes, thinking about the events of that afternoon. Suddenly there was a knock on your door. You frowned. You weren't expecting any visitors. 'Mr.Brian again?' you wondered. You stood up from your bed and walked to the door. As you opened it, you found a man standing before you who seemed surprised to see you. "Can I help you?" you questioned. He was way taller than you, with dark brown hair falling onto his forehead and blue eyes shining under the light coming from your room. "Um yeah actually..." he started to say nervously. "I'm sorry to disturb you at such an hour miss...?" he continued. He seemed suspicious as he stared at you curiously.

"Why are you asking and who are you?" you asked him coldly. He chuckled awkwardly.

"Sorry to disturb you that way miss. I'm Dick Grayson. I heard what happened at fast food shop today." he said apologetically.

"Are you policeman?" you asked while raising an eyebrow.

"I'm a detective at station. I heard about your... incident and I wanted to see if you're okay miss." he explained. You crossed your arms.

"I'm good sir. Thank you for your concern." you responded, giving him a polite smile. "If there isn't more-" you started to say but was cut short by Dick. "Actually there is miss." he said seriously. You looked at him confused as to why he suddenly became serious.

"Your phsical ability... knocking down a burly guy with only one punch... with a petite body..." he trailed off. You stared at him confused. "I'm here to invite you to Titans miss Y/n."

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What could ever go wrong?

Book: Open Heart (pre series)

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick, F!OC Estelle Campion

Word count: 1134

Warnings: language

Rating: PG

Category: fluff

Summary: It is their second year of medical school and Tobias tries to get things happening between Ethan and Estelle but it does not go to plan.

Disclaimer: most characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: it’s Halloween. Not a huge deal here but it is gaining popularity so not a spooky one as that would have been too cliche but you Ethan scared of ruining friendships is real so kinda worked and worked with the prompt from this list. It appears in bold.

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It was Halloween and a cold change had swept through Baltimore. Despite the cold it did not dampen the plans of one Tobias Theodore Carrick.

He and Ethan had become quite good friends with a fellow colleague, Estelle. Both men found Estelle very attractive and Tobias would not be lying if he has thought about asking her out, especially in the beginning but as time went on he could see that she only had eyes for Ethan but for whatever reason both seemed to be in denial and were not acting on what they clearly wanted and it was frustrating Tobias.

The day of the annual Medical students Halloween party arrived. Ethan was not amused and had decided that he was going to stay home and study. Tobias however was not taking no for an answer. Even stating that they could dress as famous doctors for the event, or in Ethan’s case go as Dr McDreamy from Grey’s Anatomy. This caused Ethan to do his now famous derisive eye roll.

“It will be fun. A few drinks, fun hi jinks and hey finally get some. You have been far too uptight lately.”

Ethan sighed in frustration. He had to admit it had been awhile but there was someone whom he liked enough to actually want too but he did not want to destroy their friendship.

“Fine” Ethan says, with a note of frustration, “but I am not dressing up.”

Tobias rolled his eyes but accepted that his buddy was at least coming. Tobias decided to dress up and go as a secret agent as he was on a mission.

Party day came and Tobias and Ethan made their way to the party. They were greeted by Estelle whom was dressed as Cleopatra.

“Now, Ethan coming as himself, why am I not surprised?” Says Estelle with a chuckle.

Ethan blushes. “I am here under duress,Stelle.”

Estelle raised an eye brow at Tobias.

“What can I say, he needs to cut loose.” Said Tobias with a smirk before heading into the party.

“Shall we?” Says Estelle as she offers her hand to Ethan. Ethan does not accept but they walk in together. Tobias was there to have fun but he kept looking in the direction of Ethan and Estelle. As the party went on he kept spying to where Estelle and Ethan were. After a couple of drinks it looked liked that Ethan was starting to have some fun and as the evening wore on he could see some of the interactions were starting to border on flirting.

“About bloody time” he mutters to himself.

Ethan did have to admit that the party was enjoyable, even though it was mainly due to the company that he was keeping. Estelle looked a vision he had to admit in her costume but now the familiar emotions he started to feel around her were starting to come to the fore and he was determined to not give in. He liked her he knew that much but they worked together and more importantly their friendship was another friendship he had not gone seeking but enjoyed having. They mainly sat and talked, offering various commentary on other’s outfits.

“What is with Tobias in the sharp suit?” Asked Estelle.

“He said something about being on a mission and thus dressed as a secret agent.” Said Ethan. “His main reason for dragging me out was to get me laid…I would have preferred to stay home but I only came out to shut him up.”

Estelle grabs his hand and Ethan pauses. What he wants to do with Estelle coming to the forefront of his mind then the fear kicks in. He jumps up with a start, says his apologies and leaves. Estelle sits there shocked, she had long suspected that Ethan felt more for her. She knew his history, understood in part the reluctance, but she was frustrated and did start to wonder if she was indeed imagining things.

Tobias saw Ethan leave and a shell shocked Estelle.

“Fuck Ethan.” He said then follows his friend. He arrived outside in time to see Ethan slip in an ice patch.

“Buddy, are you okay?” Calls Tobias.

“Fuck, no, my ankle.”

“Ok, let’s go to the medical centre and get you checked out.”

Tobias gets a sore and embarrassed Ethan to the medical centre. It is not too busy yet but they still have to wait.

“I didn’t intend for this to happen, Really! You have to believe me. It was an accident” says Ethan, clearly in discomfort.

“Yeah she should be at worse back at that party or better still at our unit or Estelle’s fucking each others brains out.” Says Tobias.

Ethan winces, Tobias is not sure if it is because of the pain he is in or the knowledge that he is right about him and Estelle.

“I do like her…”

“I know buddy but you are not your mother nor is Stelle. Clearly she likes you too.”

“I do not want to fuck around with what we have…”

“Yeah and the more you deny yourself the more than likely this could hurt your friendship too.” Said Tobias.

Ethan did not want to admit that Tobias was right so he apologised to him for ruining his evening.

“It’s ok buddy.”

Ethan’s ankle was only sprained and there was some slight bruising but no damage to his buttocks for which Ethan was relieved. The next day came and there was a knock at the door. Ethan answered and he was surprised to see Estelle. He invited her in and started to make their coffee.

“I am sorry about last night, E..”

“No Stelle, it is is me that is sorry. I am the one who freaked out and acted like a jerk…”

“Are you ok? I noticed you limping.”

“Yeah sprained ankle and a sore bottom, damned ice patch. I knew I should have stayed in.” Said Ethan with a chuckle. At that point Tobias entered the kitchen.

“Good morning Tobias” says Estelle.

“Good morning” Tobias says yawning. Ethan excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

“I know your patience is not infinite Stelle but he did admit to me he does like you, fear of relationships aside there is the fear that he will fuck up what you have.” Said Tobias quickly and quietly.

Estelle thought on Tobias’s words, she too did not want to ruin their friendship either, however she had hoped that the friendship would be a solid foundation for a relationship.

“Thank you Tobias” she says.

Ethan appears from the bathroom and starts discussing with Estelle their research project. Estelle left later that day safe in the knowledge that Ethan did have feelings and she hoped that both of them would be brave enough to take that leap.

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Authors note: for those who have not read my Med school series, Ethan and Estelle get together between Christmas and New Year. The break up the following June. They did not have a good future chat and Estelle left thinking they split and she runs into Tobias and that was the beginning of the end.

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