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The Library of Illusion — Lord of the Castle on the Hill

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➮ feudal lord!San × fem!Reader wc: 7.2k summary: Stumbling into the history section, Y/N soon learns she has somehow infiltrated the palace of a very wealthy feudal lord but instead of having her imprisoned or executed, the lord asks her to dine with him. The very handsome lord. genres/themes/au: smut; fantasy, historical drama, feudal era, Joseon era; non idol au, historical drama au, feudal/Joseon era au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, implied alcohol consumption, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!

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a/n: this wasn’t easy to write. I had to restart it a couple times but finally, I found something I liked and stuck with it. A special shout out to my lovely bestie Sky☁️ cause I know you'll read this. Enjoy your San smut cause Jongho is coming ;) thank you all so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: waterplay (fooling around in a hot spring. do not do this lol), fingering (f receiving), edging/orgasm control, oral (f receiving), face riding (m receiving), nipple play (f receiving), light impact play (spanking, pussy slapping), marking (f receiving, m receiving), possessive!San, very light knife play (San uses a knife to cut open the front of Y/N's dress), use of pet names (baby, kitten, kitty, sweetheart), lace kink (if you squint), unprotected sex (wrap it up), cumplay (San cums on her ass and pussy and pushes some into her), and I think I got all of it. If I missed anything, please let me know!

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“I trust you were successful?”

You walked over to the desk, climbing the few steps to drop the second key on the desk before Seonghwa who looked down at the metal before looking back up with a smile. “Perfect,” he said, moving to scoop up the key and place it back inside the box before looking back up at you.

“Where to next?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. You narrowed your eyes down at him. “That’s it?” You asked, anger flowing through your veins. After what you’ve been through? That’s all he had to say?

Seonghwa stared innocently up at you.

“I’m sorry?” he asked as you walked around the desk, reaching forward to grab the front of his shirt. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through!?” You screamed, fist shaking as Seonghwa stared up at you with wide eyes.

“Aliens and spiders and massive spider creatures! Do you know what I’ve had to do to get these keys?! And you have the audacity to act like I’m just walking in there and grabbing the key before coming back!”

Seonghwa let out a sigh but you weren’t finished yet. Not by a long shot.

“I watched a man get ripped in half! I thought he was dead!”

You gestured down at your appearance. “I still have his blood all over me!”

“I’m the one out there in the field while you sit here comfortably and wait for me to come back so you can offer some witty and sarcastic remark while I’m risking my fucking life?!”

You were beyond pissed but you failed to see that Seonghwa was beyond annoyed.

In a flash, he stood up, grabbing your wrist and twisting your arm before pushing you over onto the desk, pinning you down.

“Do not test my patience, mortal,” he hissed, the heat from his breath fanning over the back of your neck. “I’m entirely aware of everything you’re doing out there. I see everything that happens in this library,” he continued in a low, gravelly voice.

“Never forget that.”

He let go of your arm, allowing you to stand up and turn to face him. You rubbed your wrist, glaring at him as your chest heaved. Seonghwa stared back just as angrily. “Now,” he said in a much calmer tone, moving to stand in front of the desk and turn to look at you.

“Where to next?”

You looked away, blinking back tears as you looked at the doors before settling on one. “That one,” you said, pointing to a door with a sign above it that read History.

Seonghwa nodded wordlessly and walked over to the door, waiting for you to join him. When you finally did, he unlocked the door and opened it. “Your life is less likely to be in danger here,” he explained as he held the door open. “Of course, it’s never safe,” he added. “You’ll never be safe in the Library.”

You walked past him into the dark hallway. “But at least there won’t be aliens or giant spider creatures,” he added as you glanced back at him. “Tread carefully,” he continued. “This may not be the science fiction or horror sections, but that doesn’t mean it’ll be any easier. Man is sometimes the most dangerous beast you’ll face.”

With that, Seonghwa shut the door with a soft click and you were left to your own devices. You turned and started down the corridor, just as before, the shelves lined your path, books and stacks of paper filling each shelf.

As you walked, the corridor seemed to grow darker and darker and as you stepped forward the books and shelves were gone in the blink of an eye and instead you were standing in a long hallway lined with rice paper walls.

Looking around, you saw lanterns providing light outside the walls and you surmised it was night time wherever you had been transported. Continuing on, your boots echoed against the wooden floor. Not a soul in sight as you went on.

You finally reached the end of the hall and slid open the door. Beyond was a vast courtyard complete with a rock garden, manicured bushes, trees, and even a beautiful pond with a small gazebo.

You walked down the stone steps and looked around. You were inside some sort of castle complex. A palace it seemed. As you continued on, you looked around, noticing how the only light came from lanterns and the moon. Not even the stars were visible which you found strange.

‘Where am I? Why aren’t there any stars?’

“You there!” A voice called, causing you to jump and turn around.

A man stood behind you, dressed in armor. ‘A guard?’

“Who are you?” The man asked. “How did you get in here?”

You found yourself unable to speak, too stunned.

Backing away slowly, the man seemed to think you were about to bolt. “Halt!”

Following your gut, you took off in the opposite direction.

‘Curse that damn Seonghwa.’

You darted through the garden, dodging plants and rocks as you went. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw your pursuer was joined by another guard.

You jumped over a low stone wall and turned the corner only to run into another guard who was quick to grab you. The other two caught up as the one pinned your arms behind your back and your wrists were quickly bound.

“Bring her to the Lord!”

You were hoisted up to your feet and pushed along as two guards led the way while the third, the one that caught you, brought up the rear.

The walk across the complex was short and the maze of corridors long until the doors were opened and you were pushed into a room full of men. All the men were wearing robes of varying colors as they looked up from papers and towards the door as you were shown in.

“What’s this?” one of the men, an older gentleman with a pointed gray beard asked, looking from the guards to you and back. “Found her near the garden,” the first guard said. “She tried to run but we caught her.”

Another man looked up from his papers, thick brows furrowing in anger. “A spy!” he roared. You shook your head. “I’m not a spy!” you shouted only for a heavy blow to hit your stomach, causing you to double over in pain. “Silence!”

“You know what we do to spies,” the gray bearded man sneered.

“Execution!” another man shouted to murmurs of excitement.

You looked up, eyes wide with fear. ‘Seriously? Safer? Fuck you, Seonghwa!’

“Yes, execution!” an older man with white hair and facial hair cried. As the shouts for your execution grew, another voice rang out.

“SILENCE!”

You glanced up to the front of the room, sitting atop a platform with steps leading up was a much younger man than the others in the room. He had shorter black hair and wore dark blue silks. He had cat-like eyes as he peered around the room.

“But sire,” another man said. The man atop the platform turned his eyes upon the man, glaring at him. “Hold your tongue or I’ll have it cut out,” the man said, his underling shying away instantly.

Your stomach churned as the young man turned his attention upon you.

“Bring her here,” he instructed, his voice no longer loud but still just as commanding. One of the guards grabbed your bound wrists and pulled you up, a sharp pain shooting through your arm. You hissed in pain.

“I said ‘bring her,’” the young man ordered. “Not ‘break her arm.’”

The guard apologized and helped you to your feet, escorting you to the base of the platform. “Unbind her,” he said. The guards exchanged looks before one carefully undid the ropes binding your wrists.

Your eyes wandered, landing on something that glistened in the light of the lanterns. It was the same old metal you’d seen in the other sections. The same old metal Seonghwa held in his pocket.

‘The key.’

It hung on a hook next to the young man. Clearly it was something he held in high regard and protected. ‘He must be the Guardian!’

You blinked, realizing he was speaking to you.

“Come here,” the younger man said to you, his tone much softer now.

“Sire, I must protest!” one of the older men said. “She could be an assassin!”

The younger man narrowed his eyes on the speaker. “I seriously doubt that. What kind of assassin gets caught this easily?”

He turned his gaze back to you, expression softening instantly.

“Come here,” he said again, beckoning you forward.

Slowly, you ascended the steps, stopping on the second or third, bringing you eye level with the man. “Will you tell me the truth?” he asked to which you nodded wordlessly. “Are you a spy?” he asked. You shook your head. “If I was, I wouldn’t be a very good one, would I?” you answered to his amusement.

“And you aren’t an assassin?” he asked, tilting his head. You shook yours again. “No,” you replied. “I can’t even kill a spider.”

The man smiled, holding out at hand for you to take. You took it without hesitation and allowed him to pull you up onto the platform and guide you to take a seat. “You might want to rethink that,” he said softly, drawing your attention. “Most of these men are no different than spiders or snakes.”

His lips drew into a smirk, prompting you to return the smile.

“Sire, this is most unusual,” one of the men said. The man beside you dropped his smile and turned his head to look at the speaker. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion,” he said, the same annoyed tone back in his voice.

Clearly he didn’t like these men if the way he spoke to them compared to you was anything to go by. “It is late, leave us,” the man said before turning to one of the guards. “You stay.”

The room cleared as the men gathered up their papers and followed one another out of the room in a single file fashion, some murmuring and whispering as two of the three guards left the room, shutting the doors behind them.

“What is your name?” the man asked, drawing your attention.

“Oh, I’m Y/N,” you answered softly, looking at his smiling face. He turned to look at the only remaining guard. “Please have a room prepared for Y/N and ask the attendants to draw a bath for her,” he instructed. The guard nodded and exited the room through a side door as the man turned back to you.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said with a genuine smile.

“I’m San and this is my castle.”

“Your c-castle?” you stammered. San’s smile widened, a certain fondness in his eyes. “Yes,” he answered. “Are you some sort of emperor or something?” you asked curiously. San chuckled, shaking his head. “No,” he answered. “A lord, actually.” Your eyes widened. ‘A lord? Were you supposed to bow? Or curtesy? How did you greet a lord?’

“I didn’t know,” you simply replied. San chuckled again. “It would seem you don’t know much about where you are,” he said, tilting his head. “How did you end up in my castle without anyone seeing you enter?”

Figuring it would be better if you feigned ignorance, you shrugged. “I don’t remember,” you lied. “I woke up in a long corridor and at the end was a door and when I opened it, I was here.”

You had no way of knowing whether or not San believed you but when he didn’t press further, you considered yourself lucky.

Before San had the chance to answer, a guard returned.

“A room has been prepared in the east wing,” he said. “The attendants are drawing a bath as we speak.” San sighed and turned back to look at you. “Let me show you around.”

The tour consisted of San showing you from a distance parts of his compound. It was much larger than you previously assumed but it was very pretty, even in the dark. It was obvious there was chemistry between the two of you and the tension between you was more than palpable.

The walk to your room didn’t take long and as you reached the door, San pulled you to a stop.

“Y/N, I’d like it if you'd join me for dinner,” he said, catching you off guard. “D-dinner?” You mentally kicked yourself for stuttering like an idiot.

San nodded. “If you’d rather eat alone, I understand,” he replied. You shook your head quickly. “No! I’d like to join you,” you stammered. The smile that spread across his face made your heart leap into your throat.

“Perfect. Bathe, dress, and then you will be shown to the dining hall,” he replied before giving you a small bow, eyeing you up and down once before turning to walk down the corridor, his guard in tow.

You pulled open the door and were greeted by two smiling faces. They were the attendants San must have called for. Both were dressed in traditional dresses in pastel colors. “Come, Miss,” one of them said, beckoning you to follow.

The room you’d been shown to was a suite of some sort. It was a large rectangular room with wood decor and furniture. The bed stood on a platform, a large round window on the wall behind. “The bath is over here.”

You were led out of the room to a small private hot spring.

“Please undress and we will help bathe you,” one of the attendants said. You felt suddenly self conscious as they both moved about.

You carefully and slowly undressed, setting your clothes aside. As one of the women grabbed your clothes, you turned to her. “Please don’t throw those away,” you blurted out. “And leave the undergarments, please.”

She gave you a shocked look before complying. She left your underwear but took the other clothes, promising to have them washed and returned.

The bathing process was much different than you were used to and after you were cleaned, you were finally allowed to dip into the hot springs, sighing in relief as you did. The hot water felt amazing against your sore muscles and aching joints as you relaxed in the water. “I will come back to check on you soon,” the attendant said before drawing a curtain to offer you some privacy.

‘I could get used to this,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Except I have to find a way to get that damn key!’

You tried to force that from your mind for the time being, wanting to enjoy this as much as possible.

San walked down the hall towards the room he’d had prepared for you. It was meant to be for his wife yet San still had yet to find a wife. He knew he was young and had some time before he needed to settle so he felt the room was perfect.

Especially as it had its own private hot spring much like his own quarters.

Walking past the entrance to your private chambers, he continued down the steps and to the gardens, following a path until it branched off between some dense bamboo. San continued to walk and walk until he reached a private seating area that just so happened to overlook your private onsen.

San arrived just in time to see you already relaxing in the hot water.

He smiled to himself, watching as you closed your eyes and rested your head against the rocks. His eyes started to wander, following the curve of your neck, scanning your collar and the way your breasts dipped into the water, only the tops visible in the dark, steamy water.

Before he knew what he was doing, San started to strip, setting his clothes aside before carefully making his way into the pool, dipping below the surface with a deep breath.

You must have dozed off because you sat up abruptly, woken up by a splashing sound. Looking around, you saw the water ripple, the surface having been disturbed by something. You peered around, trying to see if you could spot what had disturbed the water but found nothing.

As you settled back against the rocky wall, you felt something brush against your leg under the water and pulled back quickly, staring wide eyed at the water. Just as you started to play it off as your imagination, something grabbed your ankle and before you could scream, a figure surfaced, another hand coming up to cover your mouth.

You were staring into the face of—

“San!” you hissed as he removed his hand, smirking at you. “What are you doing?”

He chuckled, drops of water rolling off his skin and hitting the water.

“Are you surprised?”

You glared at him before remembering you were entirely nude in the water. Bringing your hands up to cover yourself, you sputtered as you tried to save your dignity. “Y-you can’t be in here!”

He slowly drifted closer. “Why not?” he asked softly, a teasing tone to his voice as he smirked at you.

“Because! I’m bathing,” you replied. San merely shrugged.

“We can bathe together,” he replied. Your cheeks burned and not because of the hot water.

“Isn't that inappropriate?” you asked quietly.

San snickered at you. “Is sneaking into someone’s home also not inappropriate?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I did not sneak,” you retorted. “I told you I don’t remember how I got in here.”

San offered a mischievous grin. “I don’t remember how I got in here,” he replied, making you roll your eyes. “Now you’re mocking me,” you pouted. San scooted closer, pushing your knees apart and ignoring your gasp. “Not mocking,” he replied, bringing one hand up to take your chin in his hand.

“I was inspired,” he answered. You narrowed your eyes again. “Liar,” you replied. San placed a hand over his chest. “I’m offended,” he said, sounding anything but.

“Stop mocking me!” you hissed. San chuckled, moving his hand to the back of your neck. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, eyes dipping to look at your lips. “Let me apologize.”

You knew what was coming but it still caught you off guard as his lips met yours. Before you had a chance to lean into it, you pushed him back. “What about the attendants?” San nuzzled your nose gently. “They won’t come in here unless I tell them to,” he murmured, taking your lips in another soft kiss.

You melted against him, hands moving up to his shoulders. “Tell me to stop and I will,” you heard him whisper. Shaking your head, you kissed him again. “Don’t stop.” San let out a groan, one of his hands ducking below the surface of the water and skimming down your chest and stomach, dipping between your thighs.

“Say it again,” he said breathlessly. “Say it.”

He pulled back to meet your gaze, pupils dilated. “Don’t stop,” you repeated, moaning as he pulled you into another kiss, his fingers finding your clit and starting to circle it slowly. You moaned against his lips, thighs squeezing around his hips as his fingers worked you up, barely slipping into your aching core.

“San,” you breathed. “Please don’t tease me.”

San chuckled against your skin, peppering kisses down your neck. “Keep begging me and I’ll consider it,” he replied. You whined, hips seeking more friction against his fingers but San pulled them away, his hand moving up to cup your breast.

“Beg for it,” he repeated. “Beg for my fingers, kitten.”

You moaned as he massaged your breasts, kneading them carefully. “Please San,” you whispered. “Louder,” San replied. “Beg for it, kitten.”

“P-please,” you stuttered. San chuckled darkly, taking your lips in a searing kiss as he sank his fingers into your cunt with a sigh. “So warm,” he murmured. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

You hadn’t entered the history section with the intention to fuck the guardian but then again, you hadn’t intended to fuck the other guardians either but stranger things had indeed happened.

You let out a whine against his lips. “Would you like that?” San asked as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy. “You want me to fill this pretty little pussy with my cock and fuck you?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as you felt his thumb draw circles against your clit, his fingers inside your cunt curling and coaxing you towards orgasm.

“Say it,” San whispered, watching your face contort with pleasure. “Say you want my cock inside you. Tell me you want me to fuck you and make you mine.”

“Yes,” you gasped, walls clenching around his fingers as he pressed light kisses to your cheek. “I want your cock inside me, San. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard and fill me up. I want you to make me yours.”

San growled, fingers moving faster as he rested his forehead against your temple. “M’gonna fuck you so good, kitten,” he murmured, curling his fingers against your walls.

Your orgasm was just within your reach, your moans growing in pitch before San pulled away, his fingers leaving your cunt aching and wanting more. “San!” you hissed as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Sorry, kitten,” he cooed. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

Without another word, San climbed out of the water, grabbing a robe and disappearing behind the curtain. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you went over what just happened in your head, only three words coming to mind.

‘Desperate. Pathetic. Whore.’

Once you were dried off and dressed, you were escorted to the room where you would be dining with San. You spent the entire walk over composing yourself and attempting to seem indifferent to the way he left you hanging.

Once shown inside, you took a seat and waited for San to arrive, surprised he wasn’t already there. The room was long and skinny with 20 places to sit. You suddenly wondered if you’d be dining with more than just San.

The quiet allowed you time to think. To plan.

Just how were you going to get the key? No doubt that room was heavily guarded so there’s no way you were going to just walk in and take it. You’d have to apply a bit more cunning to the situation.

One of the doors slid open and San entered the room, dressed in a different outfit but much like the one he’d been wearing when you first met him earlier. San moved to take his seat and looked up, noticing how far away you sat. He cleared his throat before nodding to the seat adjacent to him.

Looking around, you noticed the guard standing by the door nearest you. He wasn’t looking at you but you knew he was paying full attention. Getting up slowly, you walked down the room to your new seat and sat down.

“How do you expect us to talk when you’re sitting so far away?” San asked as the door across from you opened and several servants walked in, carrying different plates and platters.

You watched as they set them down, arranging them neatly on the table before moving and disappearing out the door they entered. The guard stepped out and shut the door, leaving just you, San, and one guard in the room.

“Please,” San said, gesturing to the food. “I’m sure you’re hungry.”

You thanked him and dug in immediately, not realizing just how starving you were. While you ate, San watched you closely, eating at his own pace. You felt very self conscious, having him watch you eat like that.

"So you really cannot tell me how you got into my castle?" San asked as he lifted his cup, taking a sip of sake. You shook your head silently.

How were you supposed to explain it? You were transported from a magical library? Or that all of this land, this entire world, was in the Library? How would he not think you were crazy after that?

No, it was better you simply pretend you didn't know.

San watched you carefully as you ate in silence. You glanced up, meeting his gaze and a smile slowly spread across his face. "You can tell me, you know? I'm not going to judge you."

Your heart leapt into your throat, like you'd been caught, almost as if he'd been reading your mind, listening to your thoughts. You still said nothing as you ate and drank silently. San continued to watch you, making you feel anxious, almost as if he was working everything out in his head.

Finally, he spoke again.

"I promise you can tell me anything," he said as he leaned in, keeping his eyes trained on you. His close proximity made your skin grow warm, heat creeping up into your face as you shifted nervously in your seat.

"Even if it seems impossible or outlandish," San continued, reaching a hand out to place over yours. "You can tell me."

The moment his skin met yours, it was like a fire was ignited in your veins. A desire not unlike what you'd experienced in the other sections. A deep, carnal craving bubbled from the pit of your stomach, your thighs clenching together under the skirt of the hanbok San had graciously lent you.

Your skin erupted into a thousand bumps, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. It took every ounce of willpower not to jump the man. That would only end poorly.

Instead, you pulled your hand from his quickly and apologized and continued to eat, taking a sip of your drink.

Sensing the subject needed, changing, San provided just that.

“I do apologize about earlier,” San said, prompting you to look up, meeting his gaze. “It wasn’t very nice of me, leaving you like that,” he continued. You lifted your glass to take a sip and nearly choked as you felt his hand pushing the skirt of your dress up. “Shh,” he whispered, eyes flickering to the guard and back to you.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he said softly when you glared at him. You shook your head. “Shall I keep going, then?” You nodded, biting into your bottom lip when you felt his fingers skim against the skin of your inner thigh.

“Keep quiet, baby,” he murmured, moving his hand to scoot your seat closer to him before his hand darted under your skirt again. You’d chosen to put your lace underwear back on and you were glad you did because as soon as his fingers met the material, his eyes widened, eyebrows raising as he felt around, inspecting.

“What is that?” he whispered. “Lace?” You nodded at him, resisting the urge to giggle. “Lace undergarments? I’ve never heard of such a thing before.”

Looking away from your face, San cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the only remaining guard. “Please step outside and do a perimeter check,” he ordered. The guard hesitated before nodding and exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.

As soon as the door shut, San stood up, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up, dragging you away from your seats to the other end of the table. “Up,” he ordered, pushing the place settings out of the way, ignoring the plates and utensils that fell to the floor. You climbed up, settling on the table at the end.

San pushed your skirt up, pulling the chair up and taking a seat between your spread legs. He pushed your skirt higher, exposing your lace covered core to his gaze and instantly letting out a groan.

He peered down at them curiously. “It really is lace,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he lightly brushed his fingers over the material.

Your cheeks burned even hotter. “Y-yes,” you answered. San looked up to meet your gaze. “Lace undergarments,” he repeated. “I’ve really never heard of anything like that before.” His eyes moved back down to your lace covered core. “It sure doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” he added.

You nodded. “Lace is usually see through,” you reminded him, highly embarrassed to be explaining but also extremely turned on.

“Well,” he said softly. “These need to come off,” he added, sliding his hands up your thighs and grabbing the waistband of your panties. “May I remove them?”

You nodded much too quickly but you didn’t care at this point. You were dripping, soaking the black lace and ready to explode at any second. San luckily didn’t make a show of it and instead dragged them down as you lifted your hips.

Your cheeks burned as he held them up to inspect.

“They’re so… thin,” he said softly.

“San,” you whined, pulling your skirt up and showing him your glistening core. His eyes dipped down to look and he immediately grabbed your hips, your lace panties still in his hand. “Lay back for me, baby,” he instructed, tongue peeking out to lick his lips.

You did as he said, leaning back, propping yourself on your elbows as he pulled your hips closer to the edge of the table. “Don’t hold back,” he said suddenly, looking up to meet your gaze. “No one cares if they can hear you.”

Your cheeks burned as San’s head disappeared under your skirt. “This is highly inappropriate,” you said breathlessly.

San chuckled lightly, hands grabbing your hips and holding you in place as he licked his lips. “It is,” he answered, eyeing your glistening sex before looking up to meet your gaze. “But I’ve decided I really don’t care.”

Without another word, he ducked his head, licking a slow strip up your slit, the tip of his tongue meeting your clit and toying with it. You let out a low moan, head falling back as his tongue explored your core, groaning at the taste.

You whined as he pulled away, his hands moved, spreading your folds before diving back in and attacking your clit with his tongue, suckling on the sensitive nub. Your back met the mattress as you fell back, chest heaving as San continued to lick and suck on your clit, teasing you and drawing whimpers and moans from you.

“S-San,” you moaned as your head fell back. “Keep doing that,” he murmured. “I like the way you say my name.” You gasped as you felt his hand make contact with your clit, giving it a light slap. “Say my name,” he said again.

“San!” You cried out as he gave your cunt another harsh smack. “That’s it,” he murmured before ducking his head again, tongue flicking mercilessly against your clit before spreading your folds again, exposing your hole to him.

His tongue moved down to your entrance, licking into it and making you groan as he pushed further into your cunt. The wet sounds of him eating you out like a man who hadn’t had a meal in years made your cheeks burn with an intensity you weren’t used to. It felt almost as if you had a fever.

‘What is this? Why does he have such an effect on me?’

“Oh shit,” you gasped, one of your hands moving to comb through his dark locks. You felt him smirk against your cunt as he continued to tease and toyed with your clit, lewd wet sounds filling the room as he suckled on the sensitive nub.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you groaned, spreading your thighs a little more for San. You let out a squeal as you felt his teeth lightly graze the sensitive skin. San’s arms moved around your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to lick and suck. The flicks against your clit continued to draw you closer and closer to orgasm, your thighs and abdomen twitching as San teased you to the edge.

Before you could cum, he stopped, pulling back much to your chagrin. “Saaan,” you whined, head falling back before looking back down between your thighs as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand. “Put your feet here,” he instructed, patting the arms of the chairs.

You followed his instructions, uncertain of what he was going to do. “I want you to ride my face,” he continued. “Do not stop until you’ve come.” Your cheeks burned as you nodded, watching him lower his mouth to your cunt once more, tongue instantly moving against your clit.

Your head fell back again, a moan escaping your lips as your hips started to move, using the arm rests of the chair for leverage. San kept a firm hold on your skirt, matching your movements with his head. “Shit,” you hissed, your fingers tangling in his hair again as you grinded against his tongue, mewls, whimpers and moans leaving your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groaned as your orgasm rapidy approached before finally crashing over you as your thighs shook, hips continuing to move and ride out your climax until you started shuddering.

San pulled back as your back hit the table top, breathing heavily.

San stood up, moving to undo his top and pulling it back. “Come here,” he growled, pulling you up and into a kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his lips, groaning into the kiss.

“San,” you moaned against his lips. “I need you.” He pulled back, moving one hand down to undo his pants, pulling at the ties. “You need me? What do you need, kitten. Tell me what you need.”

You laid back on the table, pulling the skirt up to your waist and reaching between your thighs to spread yourself. “I need your cock,” you whined. “Right here. I need it inside me.” San let out a groan, pushing the fabric of his pants down and pulling his hard cock free. You didn’t get the chance to see it from this angle as he quickly stroked himself a few times before lining the tip with your entrance.

“You need it that badly, baby?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “I need it so bad. Need you to fill me up. Bury your thick cock inside me and fuck me.” San growled as he grabbed your hip, pushing the head of his cock into your wet hole.

You let out a hiss as San sank further into you, fingers digging into the cloth of his shirt. “Fuck,” you heard him growl. “So fucking tight,” he sighed. He gave you a tentative thrust, groaning as your walls squeezed him, hugging his cock.

You grabbed onto his shirt, pulling yourself up into a sitting position, one hand moving to steady yourself on the table. San gave you another tentative thrust and he quickly set a steady pace, one hand moving down to pull your hips closer so you were almost hanging off the edge of the table.

“Ah! Right there,” you gasped, feeling the head of his cock hit a soft gummy spot deep inside your walls. San gave you a measured, angled thrusts, chuckling when you cried out. “Right there?” he asked as you held onto his shirt tightly.

Each thrust had your ass bumping against the table, the wood creaking beneath you as San pounded into you. You let out a yelp as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side to expose your neck which he immediately sank his teeth into, making you moan as he bit and sucked on the sensitive flesh.

“Keep doing that,” you heard him whisper as your walls clenched around him. “Fuck, keep doing that, kitten.” You pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Don’t stop,” you moaned. “Ah, fuck, don’t stop!”

When San was satisfied that your neck was marked sufficiently, you were quick to return the favor, pulling the fabric of his coat aside and leaving bites and marks on his shoulder and part of his chest, enjoying the way he moaned and growled into your skin.

You let out a squeak as he pushed you down, your back hitting the table as he grabbed a nearby knife. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched him pick up the utensil but relief flooded your senses as he used the knife to cut the middle of your dress open before tossing it aside.

With the fabric out of the way, his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, tongue flicking against the bud quickly as his hips continued to move, slamming into you with renewed vigor. “Shit, feel so good,” you groaned as his cock dragged against your walls, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein.

“You like how my cock feels, kitten?” He murmured against your chest, leaving a wet trail of kisses from one breast to the other as he took your other nipple in his mouth, tongue lapping at it as his thrusts grew more erratic.

“You gonna keep talking or you gonna fuck me properly?” you retorted.

Almost as quickly as he’d started, San pulled back, his cock slipping out of your cunt. He quickly set you down on your feet. “Turn around,” he growled, spinning you to face the table before hiking up your skirt and pushing you down onto the wood as he took his cock in his hand, lining back up with your hole and pushing back into you.

As soon as he was back inside, he resumed the same relentless pace, gathering your skirt up and pushing it up to your waist, exposing your back to him. You let out a cry as you felt his hand strike your ass once. When your walls gripped his cock, he knew he was doing something right.

“Of course,” he huffed, sounding slightly amused. He gave your ass another smack, groaning as your cunt tightened around him. “Kitten likes to be punished?” he asked, taking hold of your hips, moving faster, the sound of your skin hitting his filling the room. “Mhm,” you moaned.

“I like being punished,” you answered. San let out a breathless laugh.

“Such a naughty little kitty.”

You felt his hands spread your cheeks and then a cold wet sensation against your asshole.

“What’re you—hng!” you moaned as you felt his thumb slip into your unused hole. “San!” you gasped as he kept his thumb still, his hips still pistoning, driving his cock in and out of you.

You pushed yourself up, peering over your shoulder at him. Your orgasm was close and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer at the rate he was moving. You planted your palms, pushing back to meet his thrusts, moans and mewls leaving your lips with each pound.

San let out a deep moan, removing his thumb and grabbing your skirt with one hand while the other grabbed your shoulder, pushing your chest against the hard wood of the table.

“Be a good kitty,” San growled, hips smacking your ass with each thrust, whimpers leaving your lips with each thrust.

“And stay down for me.”

You were suddenly reminded of how Yunho had pushed you down, ordering you to stay down and your walls clenched, remembering the way his alien cock had felt inside you.

The image had you coming with a moan, your cunt convulsing around San’s cock and string of curses leaving your lips. San had a hard time helping you ride out your high. Your walls constricted around him, hugging his cock tightly as he continued to ram into you.

You gasped, breath coming out in heavy pants.

“S-San,” you whimpered. “Don’t stop, fuck don’t stop!”

You heard him chuckle, one of his hands moving up to grab the back of your neck. “If you insist.”

You let out a scream, your hand moving up to cover your mouth as San’s hips somehow moved even faster, slamming into you repeatedly. Each thrust of his hips had you screaming in ecstasy as your cunt convulsed around his cock.

“You gonna cum, kitten?” San asked, chuckling when you nodded, unable to speak.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Be a good little kitty and cum for me.”

His thrusts grew in intensity, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room, barely drowning out your muffled cries.

Your thighs shook from the intensity of your orgasm as you whimpered, trying to keep your voice down but San growled in your ear, hips ramming into yours and pulling scream after scream as you were sent hurtling towards your next orgasm.

“Let everyone hear you,” he rasped.

“Let the whole castle know who’s fucking you this good, sweetheart.”

You could feel his cock throb inside your walls as he no doubt was close as well. “Almost,” he groaned. “Almost there.” Your second orgasm hung just over your head, needing more. Without a word, your hand moved between your thighs, fingers circling your clit in time with his thrusts just enough to push you over the edge and coming with another cry, walls gripping his cock like a vice.

The feeling of your cunt constricting around him sent San over the edge.

“Fuck, M’gonna cum,” he said, his voice low as he gave you a couple more thrusts before pulling out of you and finishing himself off, thick spurts of his release painting your bare ass and dripping onto your swollen pussy.

San let out a growl as he rutted his cock against your ass a couple times, holding onto the table for support. “Shit,” he cursed. “Look at this mess.”

You shivered as he ran his thumb over your sensitive core, smearing some of his cum as he slowly pushed some of it into your cunt. “I really wanted to fill your cunt,” he murmured, looking down at your abused pussy.

“But, fuck, you look so pretty like this.”

The clean up was rough and just when you thought San was going to send you back to your room, he produced the key. “I know you’re here for this,” he said, holding it out. “So take it.”

You thanked him, taking the key before pulling him into a kiss. “Your clothes should be in your room,” he added, reaching into his pocket and pulling your lace panties out. “But these,” he continued, pulling back as you tried to grab them.

He tucked them back into his pocket.

“These are staying with me,” he said. “If you want them back, you’ll have to come see me again,” he added with a wink.

You rolled your eyes and thanked him once more for the key before sneaking out of the room and taking the back corridor to your room where your clothes were cleaned and folded nicely on the bed. You changed quickly before sneaking back out and making your way through the garden.

It took you longer than you expected to find the door you’d entered from and soon you were hurrying down the dark corridor, relief flooding your body as the rice paper walls shifted into bookshelves and the door into the lobby came into view.

You grabbed the knob and turned it, opening the door and looking up as you entered the lobby where Seonghwa was standing, half sitting on the edge of the desk, a pocket watch in his hand.

Upon seeing you, his eyes narrowed, the smile he’d greeted you with before no longer present as he shut the lid of the pocket watch. You walked over cautiously, eyeing him with uncertainty. “So,” he said softly, still eyeing you.

“How was your trip back in time?”

#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez x reader #san scenarios #san imagines #san fanfic #san smut #san x reader #series: library of illusion

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ghoulishfrk · 9 months

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PAIRING — WARNINGS — WORD COUNT!

〘 Romantic Hobie x Miles Older Sister , Platonic Spiderverse cast x Miles Older Sister | Slight spoilers | ~ .7K words 〙

MASTERLIST !! PINNED POST 🎧💿

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Miles older sister who takes care of him. She’s the one who knows when something is up and is the one always giving advice.

Miles older sister who had a hunch something was up with her lil brother but wasn’t sure what exactly until she caught him red handed. Him still on his suit in his room.

Miles older sister who had to take a minute to process that her little brother was fucking Spider-Man and understood why he didn’t tell her or their parents.

Miles older sister who becomes his girl behind the screen. She tells him whenever a villain is causing chaos and calls the cops to get the villain he apprehended.

Miles older sister who gets her brother out of suspicion and trouble with their parents, always having a convincing excuse.

“Mija, have you seen miles?”

“Oh, he went to the store to buy more ice cream cones since he ate mine.”

Miles older sister who never leaves her brother suffer by himself. Always hearing out whatever is bothering her brother and giving advice only an older sister could.

Miles older sister who gets caught up on the whole multiverse stuff by her little brother and learns of all the other spidermen her brother considers his friends.

Miles older sister who meets Peter B. Parker and Mayday and is immediately in love with her. She always counts on him to take care of Miles and is ok with babysitting Mayday.

Miles Older Sister who, when she meets Miguel, is not the friendliest. She’s not over how he treated her little brother and doesn’t hide it. She later on goes easier on him since she sees how he’s genuinely sorry and embarrassed by how he reacted.

Miles older sister who is a bit doubtful of Jess. She didn’t think someone who was a mother would’ve acted like she did towards a kid. She learns to trust her later on.

Miles older sister who meets the other spider kids closer to Miles age and immediately approves of them. She’s even willing to make sure they don’t get in trouble with their families.

Miles older sister who becomes an older sister to Pavitr, Gwen, and Peni. She listens to them and gives them advice like she does with Miles. She’d go insane if anything or anyone hurt her kids.

Miles older sister who meets Gwen and immediately likes her. She gives her advice on wooing her brother and getting the approval of their parents.

“Miles loves drawing so you can never go wrong with giving him stuff like drawing books and markers. Oh, and you should call our parents by our last name. Mom hates when kids call her Rio.”

“Wait, seriously? Why didn’t Miles tell me?”

“Cuz he was probably too whipped to tell you lmao”

Miles older sister who, when she meets Hobie, clicks with him in a different way than when she meet the others.

Miles older sister who gets flirted by Hobie and responds with flirting back, only to get caught by Miles and seeing his hilarious reaction.

“Seriously? My sister?!”

“Aye, calm down Peter Pan.”

“C’mon man! Why it gotta be my sister?”

“Miles relájate nene.”

“What do you mean relax?! If i hadn’t come in you probably would’ve been eating each others faces!”

“PFFT-“

Miles older sister who sneaks in Hobie through her window, having to shush him so her parents don’t hear them and have her father storming in.

Miles older sister who gets caught by Rio one day, with her and Hobie having been sitting on her bed talking about random things.

Miles older sister who has to introduce Hobie to her parents. Rio and Jeff are apprehensive at first, Hobies punk appearance not being what they expected for their daughters boyfriend.

Miles older sister who’s glad Hobie gets along with her mom and tries to be civil with her father and tries not to get into politics or fights with them.

“So, Hobie, what do you do for a living?”

“Kick fascists ass and play in my band.”

Just Miles having a nice and caring older sister <3

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ariesqueencobra · 2 months

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what we used to be | lX

Pairing: Eli Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

Summary: A victory party commences and you're noticing some red flags but maybe your love for Eli is enough to oversee it.

Warnings: Hawk being Hawk, bullying, kissing, swearing

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Season 2 has begun! I can't wait to write out the upcoming chapters cause I really think there's so much drama (and your girl loves drama)! Also would love to hear some feedback about this story! Send in an ask or comment!

Thank you to those who already reblog and comment, I see you and I love you all for it!

I don't consent to this work being copied, translated or reposted.

“So you might be wondering what a team does after they win the championship,” Aisha smiled into the camera. “The answer? Victor nachos!” She panned over the plate of nachos ordered for the table.

You cheered as you clinked your glasses together.

“It was supposed to be a round of drinks but the waitress was not feeling Hawk’s fake ID,” Aisha said.

Your eyes widened and you stifled a laugh at the look on Eli’s face.

“Hey, don’t talk about that, my parents follow you,” he whispered.

You chewed on your lip, suppressing a smile when Aisha apologized to his parents directly.

“No mercy, bitches,” she closed off before joining the three of you.

Now that the weekend was here, you went for a victory dinner with your friends. Demitri tagged along as well.

While you were still mad at Eli, you both haven’t spoken about the night of the tournament. You continued to text about anything else, but it was evident something was going on based on the space between the two of you and the fact that you hadn’t kissed since then.

“I gotta say, it’s kinda nice to be at a victory party,” Demitri grinned, pulling you from your thoughts, and grabbing a nacho from the plate.

A smile appeared on your face. Demitri wasn’t a part of Cobra Kai, so you were glad he was able to share this moment with you, even if your boyfriend disagreed.

“Yeah, except you had nothing to do with the victory,” Eli smirked, taking the nacho right out of his best friend’s hand.

“Well, I like to consider this a belated party for the coding competition we won at computer camp,” Demitri answered. “Remember?”

Your eyes lit up at the mention of that. It was a lonely two weeks for you, not having anyone to hang out with or talk to, but the moment they arrived back, you were so excited to hear their stories. Especially their song, which Demitri happened to be singing at the moment.

Aisha burst out in laughter at the corniness and you joined in, only because of the way Demitri started dancing.

“Hey, cool it with the nerd shit, huh?” Eli whispered to Demitri.

Your smile fell for a brief moment and you wondered what that was about. Sending a comforting glance at Demitri, you knew he was taken aback at the sudden outburst.

“Is Miguel around? His wings are getting cold,” you gestured to his food, deciding to focus on something else.

“He’s probably moping about Sam,” Aisha said.

“We should probably go check on him,” your boyfriend said.

You slid out of the booth so Eli could leave, and when you sat back down, you were met with a knowing look from Demitri.

“What’s going on with you?” He looked at you concerned.

“Is it that obvious?” You raised a brow, crossing your arms on the table.

“Seeing as I’ve known you the majority of my life, I will say yeah,” he blew out a breath, passing you a lopsided grin. “I also know you well enough to know it has something to do with Hawk,” he mocked your boyfriend’s nickname and with how you were feeling, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

It died down quickly when your attention was focused back on what happened.

“You saw what he did to Robby,” you began, playing with your fingers. “Sensei taught us not to show mercy, but,” you ended the thought and shook your head, brows furrowed. “What happened to Eli?”

He sighed before taking a deep breath. “I’ve been asking myself the same thing,” he shrugged.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love his confidence,” you said. “But this is borderline psycho,” you pointed out. “And when did your guys’ theme song become lame?!” You exclaimed. “He’s changing more each day,” your voice fell solemn. “And now I’m not sure if I like it.”

“I know, it sucks but,” he paused, licking his lips. “Just take a breath,” he reassured, patting your hand gently. “Talk to him, I think he’d still listen to you.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. You pressed your lips together and you both stayed there, holding hands in comfort. When your boyfriend came back, his brows creased as he stared at your held hands. You sighed as you pulled away.

“What the hell’s going on?”

You took in a breath as you glanced at Demitri, his look telling you it was okay. “We need to talk,” you said, standing up from the booth.

His demeanor changed, worry filling him but he nodded, following you outside.

“What’s going on?” Eli asked, sitting next to you on the curb while you hugged yourself. He pulled you into his side.

You shut your eyes, welcoming it and finding comfort in his embrace.

“I don’t know,” you licked your lips. “You tell me,” you inhaled.

He sighed, maneuvering so you were facing the same way, his hand on your arm. “I’m not gonna apologize for what I did to Robby,” his voice was calm.

“I’ll forget about it for this reason, but I’m still waiting on my apology for what you said,” you stared down at your interlocked hands, running your thumb against his knuckles.

“I didn’t mean what you thought I meant, I wouldn’t hurt you, ever,” he brushed his lips over your forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“What about Demitri?”

“What about him?”

“Binary Brothers,” you said.

“I don’t like that nerd shit anymore,” he scoffed. “It’s loser talk.”

“They’re memories, who cares if you went to computer camp?”

“I care,” he stated.

“You don’t have to lose yourself completely,” you looked up at him. “You can still like computers and be badass.”

“You don’t understand,” he shook his head. “I can’t go back to that, to that life. Things are perfect right now and I can’t let anyone ruin it, not even Demitri,” he gulped.

Your face fell when you realized it before you reached up to cup his cheek.

“I understand,” you pressed your forehead against his. “More than you know,” you leaned in to kiss him. “You can be nicer to Demitri though,” you pulled away. “He’s your best friend.”

He didn’t respond, only looking out onto the street.

You followed his gaze and it went unspoken that things were good now.

You were talking to Aisha when the bell rang at the entrance. You smiled as you greeted your boyfriend, cupping the sides of his face and going in for a kiss. You were happy that things were okay, no more silent arguing or rough patches, and you could return to having a boyfriend.

“Hi, babe,” he greeted, hand on your waist.

“What the hell happened here?” Miguel asked, referring to the broken mirror and fire damage on the wall.

“Looks like Sensei threw a party,” Aisha shrugged.

You rested your hands on your belt as you listened.

“Must have been pretty sick if fire got involved,” Eli smirked, shrugging off his bag.

You hiked your shoulders up before the four of you made your way onto the mat.

The new students gathered inside, wondering what happened as well, their mummers were loud but were cut short as Sensei appeared, kicking them out.

“Everyone, fall in!” He instructed the class once everyone left. He walked over to the front of the class. He didn’t seem pleased even compared to his normal state of being intense.

“Must’ve been a rager, Sensei,” Eli said, smirking.

You raised a brow in amusement as Miguel continued.

“Were you celebrating all weekend?”

“Celebrating what? That my students are a bunch of pussies?” He asked, face filled with anger.

You furrowed your brows, unsure of what he meant.

“Diaz, Hawk, upfront,” he snapped his fingers.

The two boys glanced at each other, confusion written on their faces before they complied.

Sensei stalked behind them before he began. “Hawk. Did you attack your opponent when his back was turned?” He asked.

Eli raised a brow, glancing over his shoulder. Reluctance filled his features before he responded. “Yes, Sensei,” he said, swallowing down any hesitation and keeping a stern face on.

Sensei narrowed his gaze before moving to Miguel. “Diaz, did you purposely attack your opponent’s injury?”

“Yes, Sensei,” he responded with more assurance, but still he held that look of confusion.

“You think that makes you badass?” Sensei circled them, facing them.

Neither could answer.

“Miss Robinson! Miss L/N!” Sensei shouted.

“Yes, Sensei,” you both responded.

“Two cobras in the jungle. One kills the strongest lion, the other kills an injured monkey. Which cobra do you wanna be?”

“The one that kills the lion, Sensei,” you responded in union.

“And why is that?”

“Because it killed a stronger animal,” you said.

“Correct!” He yelled, conviction in his tone. “Cobra Kai is about being badass. And the baddest badass is when he beats his opponent when he’s at his strongest!” His voice raised. “Not when his back is turned!” He screamed directly in Eli’s face. “Not when he’s injured!” He did the same to Miguel. “Is that understood?” He turned to the class.

“Yes, Sensei!” You responded with the rest of the class, a crease between your brows as you looked at your boyfriend.

“That means no more cheating, no more fighting dirty, from here on out those are pussy moves and you don’t wanna be pussies.”

“No, Sensei!”

“Good, that’s why I had you wear your white belts, we’re starting over,” he stood in the middle of class. “Hawk, Diaz, fifty push-ups on your knuckles. Miss Robinson, Miss L/N, warm them up,” he pointed at the two boys before directing them towards you two.

You let out a breath before you followed Aisha to the front of the class. You nodded before you spoke. “Fighting position. Jab punch. Ready? Hiya!” You shouted, following through with the movement.

Adrenaline coursed through you as you directed the class alongside Aisha. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eli and Miguel do push-ups. You couldn’t say you felt bad, part of you felt better knowing your Sensei didn’t agree with what went down either.

Only, you knew your boyfriend would feel differently, it was only a matter of time until you saw you were right.

After class, you were sent off with a homework assignment—watch Over the Top. That’s how you ended up in Eli’s basement with the rest of the dojo, the movie playing on the TV.

You were curled into Eli’s side, feet tucked under you as you both shared a bowl of popcorn. The movie was definitely unlike anyone you saw, but it was a good movie you guessed.

“Use a coaster, dipshit” Eli flicked a kernel at one of your friends.

You snickered, Eli smiled down at you before he settled.

The movie ended and Miguel was the last to leave.

Once the basement was cleaned up, you were about to leave but Eli had another idea.

“Come on, stay,” he stopped you from texting your dad to pick you up, a smile on his face. “We could watch a movie or something.”

Your eyes widened. “Mean Girls,” you stated.

He chuckled before grabbing the remote to put it on.

A few minutes later, the movie was playing but you were not watching. Somehow, Eli had managed to turn your attention to him and since then, his lips never left yours.

His hand was on the small of your back while you curled your hand around his neck, your other hand resting on his chest.

Since the weekend, all you and Eli have been doing was kissing. While you enjoyed it, you missed the moments where you kept each other company or even talked. That’s why you pulled away.

He chased after your lips but you stopped him.

“How about we watch the movie?” You asked, chewing on your lip. “We’ve been kissing non-stop and my lips need a break,” you chuckled.

He inhaled before passing you a smile. “Sure.”

You paid attention this time, watching as Cady met the Plastics. The movie went on, your arm thrown across Eli’s abdomen while your cheek rested in the crook of his shoulder. You glanced up at him momentarily to see if he was watching.

“Do you like this movie?” You asked.

“It’s interesting,” he shrugged. “The blonde chick’s pretty badass for the shit she does,” he answered. “But tell me how realistic it is,” he glanced down at you, an amused look plastered on his face.

“Wish I could tell you, but instead of playing Barbies with other girls I was stuck watching you and Demitri trade Pokémon cards,” you joked.

“Don’t remind me,” he sighed.

You furrowed your brows up at him. “Hey, seeing you get excited over getting Charizard for the first time was the moment I realized I liked you,” you stated, voice lightening at the memory.

He blinked at the realization. “You’ve liked me since then?” He looked at you.

You were left mouth agape. “I-uh,” you gulped. “Yeah, since then,” you smiled. “The nerdiness was cute,” you added.

Something flashed over him as his gaze dropped. “And now?”

“Your confidence,” you shrugged. “Your strength. I feel safe when I’m around you,” you said truthfully.

He smirked, reaching down to cup your jaw.

“I like you though, Eli, all of you. And you don’t have to be a certain way around me,” you stated, sitting up. “I love you,” you confessed.

His eyes lit up. “I love you too,” he said with conviction.

You beamed, reaching down to kiss him. You couldn’t believe you said it. But you were glad you did.

#eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz #hawk x reader #cobra kai

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gothamslostboy · 1 year

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Jerome Valeska - Silent Treatment

A/N: this was originally made on my old account zsaszercise, but I am deleting that account and reposting my stuff here

WORDS: 478

originally posted December 27, 2022, 12:39pm

gender neutral reader

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1 hour, 27 minutes. 34 seconds.

That’s how long it had been since I woke up tied to this chair. At first I called out, demanding to be let go and that this must be a dream or something. Honestly, who would be sadistic enough to tie someone to a chair, hanging over a pool of piranhas? It’s like a stupid action movie or something.

When I realized this was infact, actually happening, I stopped yelling because, well, why the hell would I give this psychopath the satisfaction of seeing me freak out? After a while, the situation almost became peaceful: I wasn’t moving closer to the pool, I didn’t have to go to work, and the soft music in the background was a nice change of pace from how these situations usually go. Being the younger sibling of Jim Gordon tends to make nut jobs kidnap me pretty often.

I stay sitting up here, counting another 2 minutes and 26 seconds until a large door slams, a man rushing down some stairs to stand next to the piranha pool. I recognize him quickly, it’s kind of hard not to know the face of someone who’s all over the news. Jerome Valeska stands there, tapping his foot and looking up at me his usual sinister smile twisted into a very obviously fake one.

Why ya so quiet? He waves his hand towards me, fist clenching when all he gets in response is an eye roll. Jerome rushes back into the room he appeared from and eventually my chair jolts down, stopping just 5 feet from the surface.

Knowing that all he wants is a reaction, I bite my tongue and force my silence, my racing heart blocking out sounds of splashing fish. The door slams again as Valeska again moves to the pool, this time using the platform at the edge. He grabs some kind of pool net thing to pull my chair towards him, making us face to face in a silent staring contest.

He finally loses, breaking eyecontact to hold a gun to my chest, eagerly awaiting the terror to fill my eyes. Instead Jerome is greeted with a mask of indifference, causing him to drop a small string of swears before he pulls the gun away. His lips quirk up for a second as he launches himself toward my face and captures my lips, breaking away when the bright lights of police cars fill the windows of the room.

Well doll. Yell, scream, say anything at all. He waits until the sounds of the GCPD forcing the door reach us, sighing and walking down the platform stairs. Halfway down I clear my throat, you’re surprisingly not an awful kisser his head spins around, a grin covers his face as he does a bow, rushing off as the officers, led by my brother, enter the room.

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sigyns-drafts · 2 months

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【☀Lazy Sunday chase🐍🌾】

Adopted!Oc with Loki's family

➩ Heldril had been taken into Loki's family, thanks to Sigyn finding the young girl wandering alone during winter ''exploring''. After being accepted with open arms, Heldril quickly adjusted into her new life and chaotic famliy!

Matching their strange natures and behavior, like she had always belonged there. Compared to most days the famliy spent outside, on this sunny day it seemed like Loki was in a playful mood, enough to be planning on something for them to do today!

➩ Reader type: None!

⚠: Family fluff, romantic fluff, flirting between parents, siblings teasing each other!

A/N: This was orignally a story that i posted on my main blog, as a gift for my online daugther @heldril oc, Heldril! I thought i would repost it here to bring back good old memories, i adore you so much kiddo!! ♡

Loki and his family were spending a lazy Sunday afternoon together, lounging in the grass outside of Asgards walls. It was a rare occasion and one with unusual peace and relaxation for the trickster god, who always found himself up to no good.

Sigyn was lying on a picnic blanket, her eyes closed as she was soaking up the warm sunlight with a relaxed smile. Loki shifts his gaze at her and couldn’t help but smile to himself.

“Sol really does help your freckles show, darling~” The god said softly, admiring his wife happily.

The amount of joy he got from just staring at her was unbelievable.

“Oh is that so, have you been staring again~?” Sigyn chuckled, smirking at him.

She could tell he had been staring at her and loved teasing him for it.

Loki let out a laugh as he felt his cheeks turn red, he should have known he would be caught sooner or later!

It wasn’t often Sigyn’s freckles were ever visible on her face. For some reason, they would only appear in bright sunlight over time, but so would the slight sun burns she so easily got. It was a shame!

In the distance Sleipnir, Fenrir, and Vali could be heard playing tag. They were always nearby and so very loud too!

It almost disturbed Hel as she was reading a book to Heldril and Narfi, both siblings sitting patiently listening. Meanwhile Jormungandr bathed in a lake near by.

Suddenly, Loki jumped up from his seat and announced, “I have an idea! Let’s play a game everyone!”

Hel could be heard sighing intentionally loudly, “Oh father, and what could that possibly be?”

“Probably something stupid, I bet” Narfi expressed, not seeming so enthusiastic as Hel.

“Oh I love games!” Sleipnir neighs, trotting over to the rest of his famliy, his brothers right behind him trying to keep up!

“Sleipnir youre always so eager for a new challenge or game aren’t you? Just like fenrir.” Jormungandr teases, turning into his more humanoid form to join in more easily on the family game.

“Oh shut it jormi! At least we have a sense of wanting to achieve things around here, lazy bum” Fenrir barks at his snake brother. Much to Jormungandr’s entertainment.

“Gosh you’re so easy to make tense brother~!” Jormungandr spoke one last time before Loki stares at the two.

Obviously telling them with his expression that it was time to stop.

“It’s a new game i just invented at the spot,” said Loki with a mischievous grin.

“I’ll hide somewhere in the woods, and you all have to come find me. But here’s the twist - I can turn into any animal I want, and you have to chase me down.”

The children and Sigyn all looked at each other excitedly at the prospect of the game, but Narfi, as always seemed a little hesitant.

“I don’t know about this..” said Narfi.

“What if something goes wrong?”

Loki just laughed. “Relax, kid. It’s just a harmless game. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Yeah brother! Listen to dad, If something goes wrong I’ll protect you!” Heldril spoke proudly, always ready to protect her younger siblings from harms way.

“Well i- I was thinking more about pa-” Before Narfi could voice any further of his concerns, Vali jumps on top of him out of excitement.

Causing the boy to fall on his back, “oof!”

“Oops- Let’s start!!” He grind happily waving his hands around, still on top of Narfi.

“Okay, everyone close your eyes and count to ten,” Loki instructed, as he snuck off into the woods to find a hiding spot.

With that the game began. Loki shifting into different animals along the way to get a head start. The children and Sigyn counted and waited before they started chasing after him, laughing and shouting.

The gods and creatures around the woods probably wondering what was going on.

The family split up. Everyone comping the woods, looking behind trees and under bushes, but Loki was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, they heard a rustling in the bushes, and Fenrir let out a growl.

“I think I smell him!” he exclaimed, as he took off in the direction of the sound.

Heldril and Narfi who had grouped up with fenrir followed him, running as fast as they could through the woods.

Eventually Heldril stops as she saw Narfi gasping for air.

“Oh crap! Nari you alright buddy?” Heldril asks slightly concerned at her brothers well being. Narfi nodded just trying to catch his breath back.

“F-Fenrir..is getting away we need to-”

“Get on my back brother!”

“Wha-?!”

Just like that Heldril picks Narfi up and runs her quickest to catch up with Fenrir again. Narfi was for sure taken by surprise but at least they’d make it!

Back together again, Heldril let’s Narfi down and pants heavily, soon enough they caught glimpses of Loki in various animal forms - a bird, a rabbit, even a snake - it felt quite impossible to catch up to him.

Finally, after what felt like hours of chasing Loki through the woods, they all managed to corner him in a small clearing.

Loki gave up and in his snake form, he carefully starts slithering up to Sigyn and around her arm she had offered him.

“You got me,” Loki said with a sigh, sad they couldn’t keep on playing forever.

Sigyn couldn’t help but smirk as she clearly had something clever to say. As she held her husband up.

“A snake huh, suits you at the very moment sly one~” she spoke, teasing him excitedly.

Loki just hisses at her with his snake tounge as he transformed back into his human form and ends up in his wifes arms.

“Oh shush!” He blushed rolling his eyes jokingly.

The children couldn’t help but all collaps onto the ground, panting and laughing. Sigyn puts Loki down but continues to hold him close.

“That was truly an amazing adventure!” Heldril said, her eyes shining with excitement.

“Absolutely! Can’t wait to get back into the waters..” said Jormungandr, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh brother, such a selfish soul..” Hel shook her head in a joking manner, making fun of Jormungandr’s behavior.

“Am not! I’m literally cooking out here and have for a long time now. I might shed my snake skin and throw it at you if you don't watch it Hel!”

Jormungandr tries to defend himself, joking back. Waving his hand on himself to try to cool down.

“But seriously guys, good job! Next time, I’ll be even trickier to catch.” Loki jokes, picking up Vali who was exhausted to his limits. Tounge out and everything pretending to be dead.

Sigyn finds his behavior silly and chuckles, but gets to the point of what she was going to say. “Now, who’s ready for some lunch?”

“You bet I am!” Fenrir barks, his tail wagging excitedly.

“Make that two, don’t let the greedy wolf eat everything me and Sigyn brought.” Hel spoke, calmly hiding away her smirk.

“Hey! What was that for?!” Fenrir raised an eyebrow and looked offended.

“Make it three! I’d die for some juicy apples right now.” Sleipnir happily joins in.

So with that the family went out of the woods and back to their picnic blanket. The rest of the afternoon was filled with food and joy, as Loki and his family enjoyed each other’s company and the simple pleasure of being together.

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visionsofmagic · 2 years

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⎯ SO BRAVE [M]

[masterlist]

▸pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

▸ summary: after your last mission together, bucky’s jealousy rise. [as prompt: “You were so brave tonight.”, “About what?”, “About forgetting who you belong to. But don’t worry, I will make you remember.”]

▸wc: 4k+

▸warnings & tags: events take place after endgame and before the falcon and the winter soldier tv series, so, bucky has short hair, he is at his finest. minors dni, mature scenes, jealous!buck, rough sex, choking, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names (doll, love, etc.), possessive attitude (a little), biting, licking, kissing (a lot), explicit language, cursing. Bless you my precious readers, bless you.

reposting because it didn’t appear on tags

“Oh, really?” A fake smiling appearing on, “I didn’t know your life included this much danger Mr. Reyn.”

Man, on the other side of the table, winked. As he wanted one more glass of wine with a hand gesture for both of you from restaurant’s waiter who was standing right beside him all along the night like one of his men. Wine’s red color was matched with your lips, as you took a little glup from it, lips’ redness transferred from yours to glass. Red lips matched with a black mini dress that fitted on your delicate looking body. Even though you had power inside that delicate body, no one, even the man in front of you didn’t think about it at all. Now, you were playing your role of being a doll, searching a good man for your night. In reality, this was another mission for you to accomplish under the name of Avengers. You didn’t see yourself as a part of this team but you were gladly participated on their offers.

This was one of them, third one in this week. Already feeling tired, you tried more to make this man talk, giving you any hint about his crimes. He was a rich guy, really rich one, who gained his money from innocent people. So, you gladly took this mission. Another reason was that Bucky Barnes who you had an odd relationship with was in the mission too. Reyn was one of his previous commander’s relative, in HYDRA. He knew Reyn would recognize him. Therefore, as mission went, you decided to have a date with Reyn at the same time, you as an unexpected lady, and Bucky for discussing about his past as the Winter Soldier. Everyone’s, especially bad guys’, need for a soldier like him wasn’t unusual and Bucky was a man to use this as an advantage for this mission.

“Little one,” What a shitty nickname for you. You wanted to hear it from just one person, not him. “There are so many dangerous things going on,” He leaned closer, touching your chin, gently, not wanting you to scare of him. He was planning you bring to his castle, as he called, so, he had to be gentle. “And you are so delicate for every one of them.”

As you thought how he would be feel it shocking to see your ability of handling nearly 15 men, beating them up, the person who you fell in love with long ago, made his appearance.

Clearing his throat, Bucky made his presence clear for Reyn too. Rich man smirked, making you feel disgust. “Oh, what a pleasure to see the most wanted man’s face, finally.” He stand up, half-hugged to Bucky who was looking with a blank expression to him in return, not moving any muscle. Taking advantage of this little hug, he glared at you, mostly to your smiling face due to knowing his disgust feelings for this man, and your body. His eyes already had dark clouds on them as he saw how dress looked on your body.

Feeling hot under his piercing eyes, you tried to look another way. Wanting him would cause problem. You had to act cool and according to the plan.

Breaking the hug, Reyn pointed to you as he made his way to sit next to you, very very closely. He hugged you from your back with his strong hold. Your shoulder was resting on his chest now. He didn’t even try to introduce you to Bucky because now, you were his doll, as he called, “Don’t mind her. She is just here for fun,” He caressed your cheek with back of his hand, “Ain’t I right, little one?”

You would kick him the face if this was not a mission.

Without saying anything, you just nodded, and thanks to knowing Bucky for some time now, you saw how sparkles of danger appeared on his eyes. For Reyn, he had a blank expression still.

Reyn smirked, “So, Winter Soldier,” Bucky’s body tensed at this name which he wanted to clear from his mind. To make him feel calm and safety environment, you touched his leg with yours. Your naked leg sent his clothed ones positive energy which could be seen with his now more relaxed body posture.

He looked at your closeness with Reyn, then, him.

“I heard so many things about you.” Reyn took a gulp from his drink, “They said how perfect soldier you are.”

Bucky kept his silent stage.

“We will discuss other things later,” Reyn took his hand from your back, placed it on table’s side, leaning forward, “However, I want to ask you something. An offer indeed. The one you will not be able to turn down.” He then made a hand gesture to waiter, to bring something to the table. In the restaurant, there were just a few people, some as couple, some as alone, leaving Reyn enough space to discuss this kind of things.

As waiter went for something, Reyn’s attention once turned to you. His hands placed on your thigh, very close to your upper ones, sending danger from there to your core. If he will touch you more, you will break his neck. You wanted to give this information to Bucky but when you saw his hardened jaw with pure anger, your mind became dizzy. Was he jealous? Or was it just seeing you getting uncomfortable? Maybe both. You wished.

Reyn’s brown eyes, matched with his brown straight hair, came to your sight. “You asked about the dangerous side of my job, right, sweetie?” You nodded as he held your chin in his hand, turning your face to Bucky, “He is one of them.” Ryen smirked, “This man who is in front of you, can be the most dangerous man you can meet with. He is a serial killer. Cold-blooded.” As Reyn’s words understood by Bucky, you saw how hard he wanted to beat this man. His sadness began to spread on his body like venom, making you feel sad too. You didn’t want him to feel sadness. He had so many pains in his entire life. Now, he needed peace. He deserved peace. So, this fucking man, who called him as a serial killer, needed to be stop.

You knew how to stop him about talking speaking; giving him some hints of your fake intentions, playing your role as a doll now.

Bucky was so good to be the target of Reyn’s poisoned words.

Touching Reyn’s face, turning it to you, very closely to yours, you felt sick but this had to be done. “Please,” You tried to act innocent, “I really don’t want to talk about this.” You smirked, “I want to talk about the man who is making my night better.”

Reyn loved praising. Therefore, your praises worked on him, taking his attention from Bucky to yours. He smirked. Then, he kissed your cheek, then, made his trail to down, to your neck. You felt so sick. Wanting him to stop, you acted again, giggling, “There are people Reyn. We should wait.”

His kisses stopped, smirk still on his face, “I can get rid of them if you want.”

“No. I will wait.” You said, then, you stand up, looking Bucky whose every muscle was toughen due to sudden rage. It was scary to see him like this because you knew how he will punish you after the mission. He will tell you how dangerous this was, how this man could hurt you. But it had to be done. You preferred his anger towards you than sadness came from Reyn. You can take his anger, but you can’t endure seeing him being sad. “It was nice to meet with you. Have a nice night.”

With this, you left them, going to bathroom of the restaurant. You had your information, now, it was Bucky’s time to finish his.

⎯ ⎯ ⎯

“Home sweet home!”

Happiness was the first thing you felt after entering your sweet home, Bucky on your side. As you took of your shoes, the comfort of having finished the job filled you. Bucky followed you, taking his shoes of too with his black jacket.

Without waiting any longer, you rushed towards kitchen, grabbing a orange juice to clear your mouth that filled with wine. You wanted to be awake because having Bucky on your house weren’t that often. He had his jobs, you had yours. Loving him was like jumping from a root without any support, to feeling so powerful and free but at the same time having chance to die eventually. You knew he didn’t love you back. He wasn’t ready. However, his liking on you weren’t a secret either.

“Want some?” You pointed orange juice to him, smiling.

He didn’t say anything; instead, he stood still, looking at you with clouded eyes like those he had in restaurant.

You put bottle to fridge again, looking confused, “Is something wrong, Buck?”

He took a step, then three more, then two, ‘till he made your back touches the surface of the long, thin table that separates the kitchen from the living room. Your hands rested on the table, behind your body, as you studied his body and facial expression to understand what was going on.

He rested his hands on the table, beside yours, by trapping your body between himself and the table. You still had the black dress on you, so, his body was so close to yours, radiating his body’s warm.

“You were so brave tonight.”

His deep voice came out from his mouth to your ears, sending vibrates to your core. He was using his dominant side, knowing how this would affect on you.

With sudden lust and desire, you were a little dumb to understand what he referred to.

“About what?”

Question made him smirk, devilish spreading from it. Anger and lust that he held inside his eyes were visible, giving hints of coming events. Events that will penetrate you.

His hand went around your neck, gently but for now. His eyes dared to look your more exposed body, drinking every detail of it like sweet liquor. His eyes then looked at yours, “About forgetting who you belong to.” His hand tightened, making your breath hitch. “But don’t worry,” He said, smiling now. “I will make you remember.”

“Bucky–“ You tried to say, weakness on your voice.

“No, no, doll,” Now, this pet name were sounding like a pray for you. He even wanted sound so good with it due to you being seen as a doll for Ryen. He was making it clear, you were his doll. Not anyone else. “Keep it. You will have whole night to scream with it anyway.”

“I did it for getting his attention from you.”

Bucky nodded, understanding your situation but not giving up with his danger-filled face expression. “I know but this is not help from escaping now, doll. You have to face with your punishment.” His hands left neck for holding your waist now. With a strong pull, bodies were collapsed with each other, making you leave a moan. “Allowing another man to touch you,” His hold tightened, mouth right beside ear, whispering in low tone, making you want him inside already but you knew, you had to accept your punish first. “Kiss you, calling you with pet names,” He bit your ear, hot breaths were burning the skin his mouth stayed, “You deserved a good punishment, don’t you think?”

“Bucky –“ You called his name again as he made his way to your neck, kissing and biting, “Please.”

“Please what, doll?” He licked your neck. A moan escaped from you again. “Use words.”

“Please don’t make me beg, Bucky. You already know it.”

He nodded, “No, I am not.” He looked at you, hands travelling on your body.

You gave up, wanting to be filled by him already, “Fuck me already!”

His deep chuckle was the most angelic and devilish sound you heard in your entire life. “You want me to fuck you?” You nodded. “You want to feel me? Inside.” You nodded again, accepting his teasing, still. “Then, you should gain it doll. Give me something for make me fuck you against the wall.”

He wanted something, and you were going to give him that.

Feeling so confident thanks to your lust, desire and need, you has begin to act for giving him something, something will wake the beast inside him.

The sound of kneecaps hitting the floor hard, with breasts clearly visible from the angle, and eyes staring at him with love and lust at the same time, made the Bucky’s cock even show through his black pants. It was right in front of your face, ready to feel you, fucking your mouth. As Bucky kept his silence, your hands opened his belt and zipper, quickly. Leaving him only with a black tiny boxer, his cock twitched at sudden cold air. You licked your lips, ready to give him pleasure he needed.

Your hands rested each side of his boxer, looking up to his attractive face, innocently as possible, “Please.” You said, weakly again.

His hand touched your chin, caressing it, “Use your words doll. What do you want?”

You gulped, pointing to his now hardened warm cock, “I want to taste it.” You smiled, “I want to feel it in my mouth.” His hand reached to your back hair, pulling it a little.

“Use your words.”

This was last warning for you.

“Please give me your cock, daddy.”

His smirk, and little nod after it, was the last thing your brain could make lucid.

After revealing his thick and hardened cock, you grasped it with your warm and wide open mouth as if it was your last meal. It was so hard to take it all inside your mouth, but you did your best to please him. Mouth covered it from his own sight, hands rested on places mouth couldn’t reach, caressing it up and down in sync with your mouth. His deep moans were already audible to ears, making you work with his cock more. Your mouth left it for a second to lick it from head to toe, twice. His breath hitched at sight and feeling, “Y/n –“ How it made your core twist to hear your name from his lips like that.

With a little more licking, and sucking, you left his dick, looking innocently like you weren’t the one who gave him so much pleasure, “Yes, daddy?”

His eyes darkened more after your question. His hands on your hair held them tightly, pulling your head to his cock, “Keep going.” He smirked, “You will get your reward soon enough.”

You nodded, keeping working with his cock, hungerly as ever. After some time, moaning your name lowly, pulling your hair, he finally left a high-pitched moan. His cream filled all of your mouth. As he pulled your hair again, to make you look up at him, “Swallow it,” he said, “All of it.”

You obeyed at his order; swallowed every bit of it, not wasting.

His hand placed on your cheek, caressing it, “Good girl.” He picked your hands, made you stand up. The black dress looked like a mess on you, breasts exposed, kneecaps already red colored after kneeling down for so long. His eyes studied your messy state, smirking after. “Look at you, a slut for me.” He turned your body, making your face hit the wall, not hard enough to make harm but hard enough to make you moan, “Only me. Not anyone else.”

“Only you, Buck –“

A slap to the ass. Warning you.

“D-daddy!”

His mouth was on your ear once again, chest touching your back, exposed cock resting on above ass. “Tell me who you belong to, doll.” His hand went around your neck, resting it on his strong chest, “Tell me who will fuck you now.”

“You!” You nearly shouted, “You are. I am belonging to you. I am belonging to Bucky Barnes!”

“That’s right. And now, you will take the cock of the person who you belong to, entirely.”

“Yes, please!” You looked at him as he took of his shirt off, leaving him all naked. Seeing him like this made you moan again, earning a smile from him. Even his metal arm was on your sight, making you want feel its coldness on your body.

“How needy.”

Then, without any warm, he took of your dress as well, leaving both of you naked. His body touched yours from behind, hotness that radiating from his built one was your medicine, the only thing on earth that you needed to feel this wonderful.

After removing thin fabric off of your body, every part of him was sensible, leaving marks the places he touched, so closely to make you cum alone.

Skin to skin, breath to breath. Bucky Barnes’ presence was all over you, sending an overwhelming feeling, not wasting any part of your body to remain untouched. Hot breaths right beside your ear and neck, cock now making its way to your core, and two hands, one a metal one with coldness and other with warm, covered you breasts inside their palms. Parts of your body touching the wall in front of you was waking you up, making you realize Bucky Fucking Barnes is going to fuck you against it.

“Doll,” Teeth bit neck, cock placed right between thighs, ready to get in anytime now. “Do not forget, no one can touch you again. No one except me.” Then, he pushed his cock inside your core, a moan escaping from your mouth, ass raised up to feel more, head resting on the hard surface of the wall.

Deep and fast thrusts began to break you into more than two pieces, it was so much. He was so much. “Ahh-“ Moans didn’t stop, and you knew your breasts would hit the wall if he wasn’t holding them like they were keeping him alive.

As his thrusts kept coming, adding more force with each one, he began to lick your neck, hands squeezing hardened nipples, “C’mon love, don’t hold back. I know you can do better than this.”

After hearing ‘love’ nickname, your control over your body came to an end. Now, you were in a state in which your brain lose its function, and left it for your desire. Senseless words were spreading on your mind, and just dirty ones found a way out. “It’s too much! I can’t –“

“Oh, no, no. You can.” Bucky’s hands rested on your waist, holding it so roughly enough to keep you in your place. If he wasn’t holding like that, your delicate body would swing back and forth.

You couldn’t find the words to describe the pleasure of his big and hard cock you felt in your inside and stomach. The hands holding your body strongly, the sound of his cock that getting in and out of your core, the brain-burning feeling of being inside you raw without fully preparing you. You didn’t even feel the need to hold back the groans because you wanted him to understand the pleasure he gave you, you wanted it to give him pleasure too with sounds that you were making. He had a side that worked with actions, with words. Keeping words from him would be useless.

“I want to cum –“ You said, his breaths were mixing with yours, and both of your sweats were coalescing. Leaning your hands against the wall, you lift your hips higher. Looking over your shoulder to him, a wonderful feeling hit your core as you saw how his gazes were looking at your hips and his cock that going in and out of your core. It would be the best thing to bestow upon you to be the reason for the sweat that ran from his temples to his bearded face and from there to meet his strong exposed chest, the harsh but contented expression on his face, and the endless lust that burned him inside. You were so lucky, indeed.

“Buck!” Your moan filled voice caught his attention from your all naked body to face, “I need to cum. Please, I –“

Without saying anything, he turned your body to face him, your back was resting on the wall now. He closed the gap between your bodies, chest to chest. His hands found their way on your waist again that he left red marks on there already due to his rough hold, lifting your body up like your weight was nothing for him. His cock entered in again, with a hard and rough push. You head hit the wall, eyes closed, because of feeling euphoria above him. He then began to lick your breasts, from one to another, not minding hotness your body was holding at all.

His deep and fast thrusts began to break you again, not wasting any time.

Being a super soldier had its perks and being a God in bed was one of them for Bucky, which you always found amusing. He was so good at making you reach euphoria and climax at the same time, making you forget about the world you were in, only focusing on him.

He left your breasts for a moment to say, “Tell me how good I am fucking you doll. Tell me how you want to cum on my cock.”

“I want it so much!” Your hands found their ways on his short hair, pulling some of them due to confidence and roughness you held on your chest. “I want to cum so hard on your cock. You are the best, daddy.” You made him look up, and before began to kiss him like you only could find life on his lips, “Oh, Bucky, you have no idea how good you are fucking me. But if you let me, I can show you.”

“Then, show me, doll. Cum.”

Lips crashed, bodies collapsed, moans escaped, and time stopped.

Now, there were only two person who found peace, passion, lust, and love in each other’s arms, presences. The heavy burden of joy mixed with love emanating from the united bodies of these two lost souls who only felt and heard each other was too great. With bodies that did not stop hitting each other, souls that could felt even though being invisible, connected to each other every time speed of hitting increased.

After this short but enjoyable time that felt like an eternity, a final groan escaped from the pink lips.

As your cum felt from your core to Bucky’s core, his thrusts deepened, fucking you for some more time. Then, he came undone inside your arms too, giving you a last angelic moan escaped from his lips.

His head rested on your chest. His love for you was stronger than lust now. You both knew you would keep all of this ‘till sunlight, but now, heavy emotions took their turn to appear between you two.

Hands caressed his hair, a kiss put on forehead, taking its time a little longer than normal. However, the longer you held each other meant the stronger feelings came to the light. You loved him, he loved you. Even though both of you were afraid to tell certain things about this, your bodies spoke instead your mouths.

He hugged you, taking your sensitive body to shower.

Yours legs were unified behind his waist, head resting on his shoulder, arms crossed together as well. “Bucky –“

He shushed you, “Don’t worry love,” Kissed your hair, “I know.”

You smiled, happily, “Of course.” To distribute emotional air, you chuckled, “If you will going to fuck me like this as a punishment, I will definitely going to break some rules again.”

He looked at your face, an eyebrow raised. With a teasing tone, he said, “You don’t need to do that.” His hand touched your hair, closing the gap of your faces, “From now on, I will fuck you so good, for every day and night, doll.”

Bucky Barnes was a man of his words, keeping his promises ‘till death. Knowing this, you smiled and lips met once more.

love, rose <3

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bizarrequazar · 11 months

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GJ and ZZH Updates — May 21-27

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

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05-21 → #GongJun trended on Twitter.

→ The Go Fighting! Weibo posted two promotional photos featuring Gong Jun for episode 6.

→ Gong Jun posted four photos of himself from Go Fighting! episode 6. Caption: “Fight for the salty bean curd”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted another four photos from Go Fighting!. Caption: “Protect the salty bean curd! Tonight at 9:00 lock on to #Go Fighting#, watch @ Gong Jun Simon start a new challenge~”

→ BesTV posted three photos of Gong Jun from Go Fighting! episode 6.

→ Episode 6 of Go Fighting! season 9 aired. This is the last episode Gong Jun will be appearing on this season. 😭 [full episode (raw)]

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a video of behind the scenes footage from the Go Fighting! episode. Caption: “The reasoning division is online! It's a day when @ Gong Jun Simon's brain is running fast. PS: Don't miss the a cappella time!”

05-22 → Weibo Fashion posted a video interview with Gong Jun.

→ Vogue+ posted a teaser video of the full video they would release later of Gong Jun getting ready for the Cannes red carpet. [subbed video]

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Hung Huang, the fashion commentator who posted an unflattering photo of Gong Jun last week, posted a video addressing it by saying that she wasn’t familiar with “fandom issues”. This got up to #3 on the entertainment hotsearch, likely bought. Fan Observations: - It is suspected that this incident was caused by another artist who sees Gong Jun as competition. I will not say who, as it is only speculation at this time. - Whalers commented in droves under Hung Huang’s post, slandering Gong Jun. It was noted that she has her profile set so that users are unable to comment unless they have been following her for a full week—this was five days after she posted anything about the event. This indicates that this may have been a planned incident involving coordination with the scam gang; the artist alluded to above has known connections to CAPA.

05-23 → Vogue+ posted the full video of Gong Jun getting ready.

→ Net-a-Porter posted a video of behind the scenes footage from their 04-17 commercial featuring Gong Jun.

→ Sohu Fashion posted a video interview with Gong Jun at the Cannes film festival.

→ L’Oreal posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. This was followed by three photos and a short video teasing the video interviews with Hung Huang and Patty Hou that would be released later. Hung Huang reposted the full video with the added caption, “Nice talk, good luck with the new filming!” to which Gong Jun commented, “Thank you, Hung Huang-laoshi, it was a pleasure talking with you!” #Gong Jun replied to Hung Huang# later trended, with posts commending Gong Jun on his politeness and professionalism. Fan Observations: - Gong Jun’s comment was made 9 minutes after the post despite him not being tagged in it. 5G boy strikes again. - In the interview with Patty Hou, Gong Jun joked that people had referred to his singing as “人菜瘾大” (“terrible skills but addicted”). It was noticed that Zhang Zhehan used this exact phrase during an interview from the Word of Honor concert.

→ Gong Jun posted a douyin of his trip to Cannes. Caption: “Extreme business trip # L'Oreal Cannes Film Festival” BGM is 快乐小孩, the opening song of the children’s show 大耳朵图图. Fan Observations: - It was noted by a number of people that the style is similar to a tweet by a CPF that had been ported to the Chinese side of the fandom after Jason Wu retweeted it. - The song’s lyrics talk about the parents of show’s child protagonist, who are named Hu Yingjun and Zhang Xiaoli (written the same). The part of the douyin where the line “dad says...” plays is over a clip from the red carpet livestream where Gong Jun raised his eyebrows after a fan screamed “ba” (dad).

→ BesTV posted a photo featuring Gong Jun from Go Fighting! episode 6.

→ The Instagram posted a video of “Zhang Zhehan” singing.

→ L’Oreal posted three more photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ The 18th and 19th Huabiao Awards were held by the MCT, during which the movie The Bravest, which Zhang Zhehan had acted as a minor character in, was among ten awarded for the 18th awards as best feature films. Several hashtags referring to the awards more generally got on hotsearch. Fan Observations: These awards had been postponed for four years due to Covid and the 18th awards were likely decided in 2020. The version of the movie currently available for streaming in China still has Zhang Zhehan edited out, and no discussion seems to have arisen from this. Unfortunately, this cannot be considered anything significant.

05-24 → #ZhangZhehan trended on Twitter.

→ Gong Jun posted the video of his interview with Hung Huang. Caption: “No internal friction, no anxiety, and peace of mind waiting for surprises to knock on the door is the secret of my happiness and self-consistency. In #欧宝雅应该说#, talking on the sea is worthwhile.”

→ L’OFFICIEL Hommes posted a teaser video for their photoshoot with Gong Jun that would release later in the week. Caption: “On the way to achieve ideals, ‘time’ is a constant measure. Young people drive off at dawn to meet life. Gong Jun is very humorous: ‘If I travel to the future, I will become old. Then I should go back to the past and be a better version of myself. Go back to the past, seize every opportunity, and face the future.’“

→ The Instagram posted a “vlog”. The initial post had “Zhang Zhehan” misspelled (翰 instead of 瀚), which then was deleted and reposted with the correction; the caption on the repost blamed staff for the mistake. Fan Observations / More Info: - [chatlog from 2018 showing Zhang Zhehan correcting Yang Zi, an actress, who misspelled his name in the same way] - It was noted that the video thumbnail showing the name does not come up automatically and must have been manually set. The person posting the video—which whalers claim is Zhang Zhehan himself—would doubtlessly have seen the misspelled name. - For those not familiar with Chinese typing input: 翰 not only has a completely different meaning, but is also not frequently used and does not come up quickly in the standard input. When I was writing it up there, I had to scroll through about ten other characters to find it, and others have confirmed this as well. When you type his full name (or even just “zzh” on mobile), 张哲瀚 comes up automatically.

→ #TheRealZhangZhehan trended on Twitter.

→ Gong Jun’s studio commented on his public schedule: “@ Gong Jun Simon has added a new itinerary this month: 5.30 to attend an event.” This is believed to be a charity event for BAZAAR.

→ Fox Factory (狐厂大拷问) posted a short video of behind the scenes footage from a photoshoot with Gong Jun in Cannes, teasing their interview that would release the following day.

→ The fashion editor for If posted a teaser video of her interview with Gong Jun from Cannes.

→ Safeguard posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

05-25 → #TheRealZhangZhehan continued to trend on Twitter.

→ L’OFFICIEL posted a video of to their Xiao Hong Shu of behind the scenes footage from the shoot they would release a few minutes later.

→ L’OFFICIEL Hommes posted their photoshoot with Gong Jun. Caption: “The sunshine has changed from the negligible colour in spring to a bright sugar film, and the air is also full of brilliant laziness. On ‘May 1st’ @ Gong Jun Simon took a rare short vacation for himself, working out at home, watching dramas, watching movies, and preparing for the next new drama. This may be the case for actors, creating magnificent dreams in the camera to their heart's content, and living a leisurely life outside the camera.” Gong Jun’s studio reposted this with the added caption: “Adventures of childlike innocence, @ Gong Jun Simon will take you to ‘dive’ into a summer tour!”

→ Gong Jun posted six of the L’OFFICIEL photos. (10:10, 511 kadian with the date) Caption: “‘Soak’ for a day!” He also posted seven to his Xiao Hong Shu, caption: “Soak Bubble bath 👍” and seven to his Instagram, caption: “Interesting!”

→ Deeyeo posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Fox Factory posted their video interview with Gong Jun. [subbed video] This was shortly followed by four photos from the interview.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted twenty-one behind the scenes photos from the L’OFFICIEL photoshoot. Caption: “@ Gong Jun Simon in the bubbles, cooling images”

→ L’OFFICIEL Hommes posted their interview with Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun posted a douyin of behind the scenes footage from the photoshoot. Caption: “Check out my new hat, it's going to be gone in no time!”

→ BesTV posted two extended clips [1] [2] from Go Fighting! episode 6.

→ Phoenix Net Entertainment posted a video interview with Gong Jun from Cannes.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a video of behind the scenes footage from the L’OFFICIEL photoshoot. Caption: “Enjoying the leisure time, @ Gong Jun Simon dives into pure childlike innocence.” BGM is Grounded High by Halcyon Lounge.

→ If posted their full video interview with Gong Jun.

05-26 → Deeyeo posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Net-a-Porter posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ L’OFFICIEL Hommes posted a commercial in partnership with Fresh featuring Gong Jun. This was later also posted by Fresh.

→ The Baidu Baike page for Zhang Zhehan was edited to include the incorrect 翰 spelling of his name, and the Baidu search engine’s knowledge graph was changed to redirect to him when his name is searched with the misspelling. It’s uncertain at this time if the misspelling in the “vlog” was a genuine accident or some intentional new plan, but either way the scam gang are trying to justify it using the same kind of resources employed during 813.

→ The Instagram posted ten photos of “Zhang Zhehan” playing basketball and practicing height jumping with his shoelaces untied. Fan Observations: - The caption was “Once when I get back to 🏀, golf doesn't seem so attractive.” which completely goes against what Zhang Zhehan said in multiple interviews [1] [2] about how he had accepted that he physically could not play basketball anymore, but that he had found a love for golf. - It was noted that golf is both more expensive and has more easily analyzed form, making it harder for the scam to use. (Not to mention the little incident with Sophie during the filming of the previous golf stuff.) Also Billy, one of the people involved with last summer’s gym bros saga, is a shareholder of the court where these new photos were taken.

→ WWD China posted a video interview with Gong Jun from Cannes.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

05-27 → The Economist published an article about Chinese nationalism being weaponized as cancel culture, making a brief mention of Zhang Zhehan. Quote for people who can’t see the article since it’s behind a paywall: “The year before, Zhang Zhehan, an actor, was purged from China's film industry after a photo emerged of him standing outside the Yasukuni shrine in Tokyo, where war criminals involved with Japan's invasion of China are commemorated. Mr Zhang said he was just there to see cherry blossoms.”

→ The booting ceremony was held for the filming of Gong Jun’s new drama Remains of the Wind, also revealing the show’s English title The Truth.* [Weibo account for the show] *(For the time being I’m going to keep referring to the show as Remains of the Wind, whether this will change will depend on what I see being used by the fandom at large.)

→ Deeyeo posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Net-a-Porter posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

→ Madame Figaro posted a video interview (already subbed) with Gong Jun from Cannes.

→ The Instagram posted a video of “Zhang Zhehan” playing basketball. There is not a single continuous shot of him actually making a basket.

→ Gong Jun posted four photos of himself from the booting ceremony. Caption: “#Remains of the Wind# Follow the trace and restore the truth. Ye Qian* came to report.” This was reposted by his studio with the added caption: “Ask the truth, traces can be followed, hello Ye Qian @ Gong Jun Simon.” *his character’s name

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted another four photos from the booting ceremony. Caption: “Follow the traces of the twigs, Ye Qian @ Gong Jun Simon restores the blurred truth, breaks the situation and stands.”

→ Fresh posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

Additional Reading: → [Here] is a video (no subs) collecting all of Gong Jun’s interviews from Cannes excluding the most recent one from Madame Figaro. → The total amount donated to Bluebird’s charity drive for Zhang Zhehan’s birthday has been finalized at $15,133 CAD (11,135 USD / 78,657 RMB) raised for Educating Girls of Rural China! → An update on the charity drive for the Chengdu Bear Rescue Centre that Sheena organized for Gong Jun’s birthday: Animals Asia has awarded their 2022 Andrew Superstar Award to Gong Jun’s international fan club, with a video personally recorded in thanks by their founder.

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For them, for us (Obi-wan Kenobi x reader)

Summary: Following the Kenobi series, two former Jedi masters Obi-wan Kenobi and Y/n Marilla are grieving the lost of Anakin, Padme, and the jedi purge. After pledging to watch over Luke Skywalker and spending ten years in exile, and making a life together what will happen when the mistakes they made in their past come back as a new threat?

Authors note: I had to repost cause I wasn't showing up in any tags lol but if you like this story and want to be added to the taglist let me know down below!

Warnings: Very clear signs PTSD (panic attack, nightmares, and hypervigilance) arguments, violence, some fluff, and I think that's it

Prologue

You hated nighttime.

Especially the nights you would shoot yourself out of bed in the middle of the night due to your mind reliving memories you wished would leave you. But the war, the screaming, the bloodshed, and the mistakes you've made in the past haunted you and every breath you took.

Your chest heaved as you blinked rapidly, your eyes adjusting to being open as you took in your surroundings. The small and familiar hut in a cave provides a soothing comfort as you sit on the small bed you shared with Obi-wan. Your hair toppled down your shoulder grazing your bare arms as you shuddered from the cold desert air blowing in creating goose bumps to appear on your skin.

You closed your eyes again for a moment but images from your nightmare came quickly flowing back.

You hated the nights you couldn't fall back asleep even more.

Sighing, you lifted the blanket from your body and stood up. Your back popping as you stretch the sleep away from your muscles. Looking down you stared at the sleeping man below. who had been knocked out cold after a day in the sun before you got home from your own job.

“At least one of us gets a nice night of sleep.” you whispered quietly.

You grabbed your shawl from the floor and draped it over your shoulders, you weren't sure what time it was but you knew it was way too early for you to be awake. You stood awkwardly in the middle of the place, unsure of what to do. Your options for entertainment are already limited on any other day, but even more so when your overworked husband was sleeping a mere few feet away.

Until your eyes landed on the large metal pool you kept in the corner of the cave. You stared at it in thought, it was early so you'd be safe from anyone witnessing you and be safe from Obi-wan's scolding if you were to practice right now.

While Obi-wan had completely sealed himself from the force, you still kept in touch with it much to Obi-wan’s disappointment. Although not as much as your younger self did but enough to keep you occupied a few nights a week if you were lucky. From practicing small mind tricks on animals, levitating objects around your small home, and last but not least practicing your lightsaber skills.

With a mental stick you had managed to steal from a scraper site since your actual lightsaber was buried deep in the sands of Tatooine.

You slid on your boots and grabbed the pole and headed outside giving one more glance to Obi-wan's sleeping form as you stepped away.

Tatooine had no moon on the planet, but instead had two suns so it never truly became fully dark. Which had made sleeping even more of a task than it already was before having to keep scraps of fabric on any possible crevice light could come in. at least it was convenient on the nights you sneak out.

You never moved too far from the entrance to your home, always keeping the place in your line of sight. After an incident where you strayed too far from the cave and didn't hear or see Obi-wan come up behind you resulting in you slamming the pole right into his stomach you promised you wouldn't let that happen again.

Twirling the pole in your hand, you did a couple practice swings in the air, stretching your muscles in your shoulders and arms warming your body up. the weight was heavy in your hand as you began to move. Your mind went to your master, Stass Allie as you went to strike your imaginary enemy. The stern but kind woman had specialized in force healing but also was one of the best lightsaber duelists you've ever seen and was the main reason you were the Jedi you were. You had hoped dearly that she had made it out alive when order 66 was implemented.

You shook your head to get rid of the thought as your body went on autopilot. You grunted as you threw the pole and quickly brought it back with the force. You kept your breath low and steady as you got on your knees, your body performing the moves that allowed you to attack a person's legs before rolling back up, switching the pole in your opposite hand as you turned around quickly, redoing the stances of basic lightsaber forms again. Getting used to the unbalance of attacking with your nondominant hand.

You smiled at the familiar feeling, you felt like you again even for just a brief moment as you pretended you were back in the temple and your and your friends lives weren't ripped apart by the empire.

You had to give up your actual name in public places, opting for ‘Kilian’ to avoid anyone connecting the dots of your identity, leaving your home on Coursant, and getting rid of your saber. And although you would do it again if it meant protecting the twins and being with Obi-wan, you would be lying if you said you felt like you lost a huge part of yourself. You gritted your teeth and slammed the pole right into a rock, metal bending awkwardly to the right when you staggered away.

“Y/n.” a voice you very quickly recognized as Obi-wans called out to you, dropping the bent makeshift weapon you looked over at him.

Expecting the usual look of disappointment, all you found was worry.

You panted from the exertion, you sat down on a small rock and hung your head between your legs.

“Stupid pole.” You heaved, not enjoying the slight twinge of pain in your hip. “What are you doing up?” you asked.

“The same reason you're awake, I assume.” Obi-wan sighed

You heard the sound of boots grazing the rocks on the ground, keeping your eyes low until the man in front of you kneeled down in front of you.

“Bad night?” he asked.

“Bad night.” you echoed pathetically.

Slowly looking up you came eye to eye with Obi-wan, his hand coming up and pressing into the tender muscle of your hip. You groaned at the feeling and leaned forward until your head planted on his chest, thankful he knows you well enough to do the small action without asking.

“Kriff, I love you, do you know that?” you said, relaxing at the small massage his large hands gave you, you moaned softly at the relief of the knot coming undone.

“I have a faint idea.” he mumbled, his hands leaving your hip and opting to grab your hand, his fingers running over the small band around your finger. Although you and Obi-wan never got officially married, you both had made rings soon after you arrived on Tatooine and called it good enough. No one else needed to know besides you two anyway.

“Did you have a nightmare?” he asked, you looked up from his chest and shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“Ah you know, just the usual.” you said, “I'm assuming you did as well?”

Obi-wan looked down, his sheltered reaction confirming the obvious.

“Glad to see nothing has changed in the Kenobi household.” you joked sadly, although you enjoyed the small laugh the man let out. He looked up at you, and you pushed the longer copper strands away from his eyes.

Obi-wan truly hasn't changed too much in the last ten years, the mullet he sported years before had returned and his beard had grown a tad longer. With some fine lines around his eyes, most likely due to the powerful rays of two suns and the constant squinting during the mid afternoon as he worked outside. He still remained the unfairly handsome man you met decades ago in your eyes.

“Quit judging the old man.” he said, you gasped at that and jokingly pulled at the roots of his hair lightly, smirking at the quiet groan he let out under your grip.

“I'm not! I'm admiring you and plus you only have five years on me.” you said, running your hands down until each one was on each side of his jaw. You leaned forward and kissed him, happily accepting Obi-wan's grip returning to your hip as you deepened the kiss. He gave you a few more moments before he reluctantly pulled away.

“Come back to bed,” Obi-wan said, you sighed at the thought of going back to the nightmares.

“I know, I feel the same way but I know you work tomorrow and you need some sleep.” Obi-wan said, already noticing your apprehension to the idea.

You just nodded in defeat, you knew he was right. You worked at the local tavern in the town and although you didn't go to work early you worked late often.

You stood up and grabbed the pole, Obi-wan following beside you as you both walked back home.

As the two of you laid back down, you reached for Obi-wan as you curled up under his larger frame, tucking your head under his chin.

“Tomorrow morning, you think we can go check up on Luke?” you asked, sleep already reclaiming your mind. “It's been a few weeks since I was able to go with you.” your voice trailed off at the end, letting your eyes fall shut.

“Of course, Love.” Obi-wan said, but he received soft snores in response.

🖾

You and Obi-wan sat silently on the small mountain that overlooked the Lars residence, it had been weeks since you had come with Obi-wan to do your weekly check in on him. You were catching up on sleep from the unruly schedule your job had from work and your insomnia. In result, you slept in late today as well, having to take the very, very old speeder bike you managed to buy off one of your regulars for a good deal to meet up with Obi-wan who had left an hour before. The two of you both held binoculars to your eyes as you watched Luke run away from his chores.

“Where is that kid going?” you mumbled to yourself, watching Owen Lars stop what he was doing and looked for Luke.

You watched as Obi-wan scanned the larger area surrounding their home, but you kept your eyes on the side of the house. Chuckling at the sight of Luke climbing onto the roof and sliding goggles over his head.

Your smile dropped as you then saw him act like he was podracing, you put down the binoculars and watched in disbelief. That was the most Anakin-like thing you've ever seen the kid do, and you wouldn't be lying if you said that the sight alone did not punch a hole of grief into your stomach.

“Wow.” you mumbled, looking over at your husband as he slowly lowers his own binoculars.

Obi-wan stayed silent as he started ahead. You wish you knew what he was thinking at that moment of seeing the spitting image of his friend. You were about to comfort him but heard you watch beep at you and you cursed, quickly standing up. You dusted off your pants as you grabbed your stuff.

“You need better time management, Starlight.” Obi-wan said, looking up at you. You ignored the way the new nickname turned your face red as you rolled your eyes.

“Ha-ha.” you said displeased, leaning down and kissing his head. “I'll be back later tonight, I love you.”

You stepped toward the cliff edge and peered over, the drop wasn't too far and you could see your bike right below you.

“Why must you insist on taking the most unsafe routes?” Obi-wan chastised, you looked over your shoulder as you crouched down.

“Because it's fun.” and with that you dropped down and landed on the seat of your bike on your feet, the uneven weight making you wobble as you sat down on it properly. You looked up and saw Obi-wan looking over the edge, a small smile on his face as you waved to him and sped off.

🖾

The day after seeing Luke, the Tavern was disgustingly slow. To the point you should've just stayed home since the jobs pay was terrible without tips. You sighed as you closed the bar early, as one of your co-workers told you to just go home.

So when you were walking through town you didn't expect to see Obi-wan and Owen Lars talking to each other. Owen's face was tight with annoyance as you heard his voice the closer you got to them.

“Anakin is dead Ben,” Owen reminded. “And I won't let you make the same mistake twice.”

You sighed, knowing Obi-wan once again pushed the boundary Owen had set with Luke. although you hated it you kept your distance so you avoided situations like this.

“Owen,” you called at, your voice hard. “Let's not go to cheapshots, shall we?” you stopped in front of him. You had seen Owen in town more often than Obi-wan had, as he stopped in once in a while for a drink and something to eat. You had the opportunity to see Luke once with him as well, he reluctantly allowed you to introduce yourself. You knew he was protective of his nephew but you knew Obi-wan was as well.

“I know you care, and I don't hold that against you but you have to understand we are not trying to make him a soldier or anything like that.” you kept your voice low so no one could hear you. “We care about him too, and the sooner you see that the easier this will make everything. Don't forget without us you wouldn't even know that little boy was alive right now so don't directly insult my husband for a tragedy he had no control over.”

Owen just looked at your silence for a moment before he shook his head.

“Leave him on the farm, with his family, where he belongs.” he warned before he walked away.

You sighed and pinched your nose, shaking your head.

“ Why is he so stubborn-” You halted your sentence as you heard the shouts of the villagers.

“Move,” A deep voice rattled. “Move! Get out of the way.”

Your fight or flight activated as you saw the figure in all black armor walk down the street pushing away citizens in their way.

“Behind the wall, go.” Obi-wan hurried, his voice in a quiet rush as the both of you backed against the wall.

“You know why we are here,” a man with a ragged voice announced, his face green contrasting poorly with the black armor. “There is a jedi hiding on this planet and we need to know where he is! Tell us the location and you will be rewarded well.”

“Or you'll be punished!” a woman's voice called out, as she walked down the street. Tall and powerful as she sauntered around the crowd. “Hands go first! That way, when you reach for anything you will think of us.” she warned.

You watched an older woman begin to yell at the inquisitor.

“This is the outer rim!” a woman's voice called out. “You have no rights here.”

You watched as the inquisitor turned to the woman, her hand moving toward her saber. You stepped forward on instinct, your body wanting to help but Obi-wan arm flew out and kept you pushed against the wall.

“Don’t.” he hissed.

The Inquisitor turned on her saber and quickly sliced off the woman's hand, your hand flew to your mouth as the crowd around you gasped at the screaming woman.

“All we want is information!” she yelled circling around the crowd like a predator. “If anyone knows anything about a jedi…” her voice trailed off when she looked at Owen.

“You know something?” she questioned, Owen shook his head.

“What's your name?” she asked, her tone calmer than before.

“Owen,” he said.

“Owen,” she echoed, as if getting used to his name on her tongue. “Farmer, right? Have a wife? A kid?”

“My family’s of no concern for you.” he said, and you wanted to smack him across the face at the attitude.

“Might be, you got a Jedi on that farm too?”

“No.” Owen replied. “I have no love for the jedi, they are vermin and I kill vermin on my farm.”

You began to search for any possible escape routes, heart pounding so hard you could hear it. Owen was going to sell you out.

“You protect your family,” she said, stepping forward and adjusting his vest. “I like that Owen.”

She leaned forward and looked him in the eyes.

“You think you can protect them from me?” she asked.

When Owen said nothing, you almost cried in relief.

“Tell me where the Jedi is, or this man and his family die!” she shouted. You launched forward, but Obi-wan once again shoved you back against the wall.

“Damn it Ben,” you seethed, not even daring letting anyone of those monsters hear his real name right now. “She is threatening Luke!” you whispered.

“The Jedi are cowards! They abandoned you! And you do not need to protect them because they will not do the same for you.” she shouted and looked at Owen. She stepped forward and hovered the blade right in front of his neck. You curled your fists, digging your nails into your palm as you watched Owen stand still, but his face showed fear.

You heard a hand slam down on a crate.

“Enough!” the green man shouted. “If you remember anything, a reward will be given.” he told the crowd.

“Stand down Third sister.” the man warned, you watched her glare and held her blade up. “Now!”

She deactivated her saber and walked away, you waited until they were out of sight before you ripped Obi-wan's arm away and headed toward Owen.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“Yes, I'm fine.” he replied curtly.

“Owen,” you said as quietly as possible. “If I had sensed those people coming I would've told you not to come to town today, I'm so sorry.” you said, the apology sincere. Being able to sense people like that is a large reason you kept your connection to the force in the first place. Owen looked at you and nodded.

“I know.”

You heard Obi-wan come up behind you, his hand grazing your lower back as if you would slip away again.

“Thank you owen.” Obi-wan said, the farmer glared at him.

“I didn't do it for you.” he said distastefully before walking off.

You felt your heart hammer in your chest, if that went any worse and Owen Gave away you and Obi-wan's position you'd be dead right now. You felt bile at the back of your throat as you stepped away from the man behind you and threw up. You didn't want to think of the odd looks you were getting right now as Obi-wan pulled back your hair as you quite literally threw up the adrenaline and fear your body had created in the last ten minutes. Your hands trembled severely as you felt an overwhelming sense of doom fill you, you hadn't been that close to someone so dangerous since the purge and you were not reacting well to it.

Tears began pricking your eyes as you spit on the ground, trying to rid your mouth from the gross taste.

“I cant breathe” you gritted out. “Need somewhere safe.” you gapsed, although your hyperventilating made the words sound choppy and was hard to understand.

You could hear Obi-wan's voice call out to you but you didn't understand what he was saying as your whole body began to tremble and blackspots dab the edge of your vision.

The last thing you remember was the feeling of your body falling forward.

🖾

When your eyes opened again, you felt like a speeder had run you over, your body stiff as you adjusted to the light. You recognized home quickly at the feeling mattress under you, the smell of home and the desert calming your nerves. Using your arms you slowly dragged your body up into a sitting position and began to move your legs to stand up.

“You leave that bed and I will not hesitate to restrain you.” Obi-wan's voice said from behind you, turning around and you saw him hold a wet rag in his hands, coming to sit with you on your guys bed and wiped the cold rag across your head and you sighed at the slight shock against your hot skin, the surprise on your senses proving a nice distraction for a moment.

“You haven't had an attack like that in years.” Obi-wan murmed. “I never get used to them.”

“I'm sorry,” you cringed at the sound of your rough and raspy voice. “I'm so sorry”

You were embarrassed at the way you reacted to everything, you always kept a front and tried to have those moments of sheer fear of your safety in private. Even after all these years there were times like today you felt like you were back in that temple.

“I thought Luke was going to get hurt, and then I assumed Owen would rat us out and I just…” you groaned in frustration. “I can usually keep them at bay until I'm alone. I don't know what happened.” Obi-wan put down the rag and pushed your hair away.

“They still happen?” he asked, a slight tone of disappointment jumped out at you.

You nodded.

“Not Often, like before.” you scratched the back of your neck. “ Now it's just once every few months at most.”

“Why didn't you tell me?” he said and you looked up at him.

“Because sometimes talking about it hurts more.” you admitted. “You of all people should know that.” you took a sip of water from your canteen, pleasantly surprised to see there was no taste of bile.

Did he brush your teeth while you were passed out?

“You're right,” Obi-wan said. “I do know, it's not fair of me to expect you to tell me when I hold myself back as well, I suppose.”

“Yeah well,” you shrugged. “Good thing I like you enough to excuse it.” you said, a small smirk twitching at your lips as Obi-wan rolled his eyes.

Obi-wan pulled you in and kissed you softly, chapped lips slotting perfectly against yours. Shuddering under his touch you wrapped arms around his neck dragging him closer. You went to grab the bottom of his shirt when you heard a loud beeping. You pulled away from him and looked around, searching for the source of the sound.

“What is that?” you asked, looking over at Obi-wan, concern growing when you saw his pale face. He quickly stood up and walked over to the table and pulled a small box from it. You watched in confusion as he clicked open the box and dug around, but soon quickly also paled at the sight of his jedi robes.

Which he kept in the same box he also kept the emergency holoprojector Bail Organa gave you both when he took Leia to Alderan.

You scrambled out of bed and joined him at the table as he grabbed the holoprojector and answered.

“Senator Organa?” Obi-wan asked.

You saw Bail and Breha standing together, Bail's arm wrapped around his wife's shoulder as she cried.

“Obi-wan? Y/n?” he called out, “It's Leia…something has happened.”

You and Obi-wan looked at eachother, your hand grabbing his bicep to ground yourself.

“What happened?” you asked, your anxiety from earlier quickly bubbling up.

“She's gone, we don't know who it was. There was no ransom, no leads but whoever they were, they knew where she would be. They…” Bail cleared his throat.. “They were waiting.”

“She needs you, both of you.” Breha begged. “We can't trust anyone else.”

You were about to respond, kriff you were about to pack a bag and hop on the nearest transport ship and head straight to Alderan but Obi-wan cut you off.

“What about the Senate?” he asked.

You turned and looked at him in disbelief.

“We cannot let this become public, it would draw too much attention.” Bail argued,

“Well what about a guard, or-or a bounty hunter?”

“Obi-wan!” you gasped at your husband, how is he not freaking out about this and being so dismissive.

“Only you two know how important she really is, if she is discovered…” the senator trailed off.

“We cannot leave here, Bail.” Obi-wan said. “Our duty is to the boy.”

“What about your duty to his sister?” Bail spat, but Obi-wan shook his head.

“It's been ten years, I'm not who I used to be.” he explained, and you watched the couple's faces fall. “Find someone else.”

You snatched the projector off the table and held it tight in your hands, Obi-wan looked over at you in surprise. You stepped away when Obi-wan took a step toward you and you backed away faster.

“Stay here!” you snapped. “I can't even-” you didn't bother to finish your sentence as you quickly left the cave, walking far enough so Obi-wan couldnt hear you.

“Bail, get any information about what happened and get on the soonest ship to Tatooine, I can try my best to convince him but the man is so stubborn I'm sure I'll need you too.” you demanded. “Even then if he doesn't agree to go then I'll go by myself.”

Bail nodded in response.

“Don't worry you two. if it's the last thing I do, I'll bring Leia home.” you comforted, tone softer. “I'll see you soon Bail.” and with that you hung up the call.

You sighed and rubbed your face, not excited for the argument that was about to start as soon as you stepped back into the cave.

You put the holoprojector in your pocket and made your way back.

When you stepped into the cave you saw Obi-wan still standing at the table, his arms crossed and looking ahead, angry and worried at the same

“You are being too reckless you know we ca-”

“What was that?” you interrupted, not caring for what he had to say. “The senate? A Bounty hunter!? That little girl is practically our niece and you want some random person to go save her?”

“We cannot leave the boy here alone.”

You glared. “He's not alone and you know that but Leia? She is, and whoever has her could kill her! I know we both think Luke could be force sensitive but what if Leia is too? She's just as important!”

“Do you think I don't know that?” Obi-wan snapped.

“From how you're acting? No I don't!” you exclaimed. “If you're worried about the inquisitors being here then i'll gladly turn myself in to get them to leave this planet if that will give you the incentive to go get her.” you mouth tumbling out the harsh words faster than you can think.

Although you quickly regretted the words when you saw the look of hurt on the man's face, you still continued on.

“What did we agree on when we decided to come here in the first place?” you asked. “For them, not just Luke and not just Leia. protect both of them.”

Obi-wan stayed silent and avoided your gaze.

You grabbed your shawl from the hook on the wall and slid it on.

“Just…sleep on it.” you suggested. “I'm going to go on a walk.” you both needed space from one other.

“I love you.” you called out softly as you left.

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Neither of you said a word to each other, you watched him leave for work silently. Sitting on the bed, your head rested against your raised knees as you thought about Leia. She had looked so much like her mother when she was first born you wondered if she continued to look like her or even act like her.

You didn't move much that day, your body almost stuck in the position well into the evening, until one of two suns began to descend into the sky and the security system went off. You sat up straight as you saw a shadow grow closer and reached under your pillow grabbing your Vibroblade. A hooded man walked in, and you stood up. Your garud high as you stepped forward.

“Bail?” you called out, the man turned to you and pulled down his hood. You smiled at the sight. Greyer hair and more weight on his form but still Bail Organa.

“Master Y/n.” he said, you raised a brow at the old title.

“Please,” you chuckled lightly, walking up to him. “That is a meaningless name now, y/n is fine.”

Bail shook your hand, his grip tense and clammy. You frowned at the anxious show of the usually level-head man.

“Have you spoken to him?” he asked.

“Yes, last night's discussion was very…unproductive I must say.” you looked at the watch on your wrist. “But Obi-wan should be home soon, I'm hoping you'll have a better chance with him. You're much more coherent with your words than I am.”

“I'm sure you did fine, you were always too hard on yourself dear friend.”

You laughed.

“Yeah well, thankfully I was better with A lightsaber than with politics.”

“You should have not come.” Obi-wan's voice announced.

You and Bail turned around, to see Obi-wan walking in. He gave a stare that screamed ‘Really?’

“She's heading to Daiyu,” Bail started. “They hid their signature behind a freight transport, the ship is on its way there now.”

“I can't.” Obi-wan sighed.

“She's my daughter Obi-wan”Bail begged

“I'm not the man you remember.”

“Well you're going to have to be!” Bail shouted.

“I can't leave the boy Bail!” Obi-wan argued, his gloves hand clenched at his side.

“This isn't about the boy and you know it!” Bail rubbed his forehead, soothing a worry line. “You've made mistakes, we all did. It's in the past…move on and be done with it.” he looked at Obi-wan.“You couldn't save Anakin, but you could save her.”

You watched the conversation anxiously, is that why he was scared? Did he think he'd fail?

You hoped not, or else that argument the night before was going to make you look like a jerk.

“And what if I can't?” Obi-wan asked desperately, pain and insecurity woven into the features of his face.

“There is no one I trust more with my child than you two. So please old friend, one more fight for her.”

Obi-wan stayed silent for a long time, you and Bial stood there patiently waiting for his answer.

“Okay… I'll do it.” he finally relented.

You smiled in relief at that, happy you didn't have to sneak off from him in the middle of the night. You glanced over at Bail and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to give him comfort.

“Go home, go to work like normal and tell no one our names or anything like that . The more kept under wraps the easier on everyone.”

“Whatever you say,” Bail agreed. “Just bring home my daughter.”

You gave him a determined nod watching Obi-wan shake his hand before he pulled back up his hood and leave.

You and Obi-wan both turned to each other, you looked down and cleared your throat thinking about what to say.

“I'm sorry- the two of you spoke at the same time, you chuckled when Obi-wan gestured for you to do first.

“I'm scared too.” you confessed. “No, actually I'm terrified of failing someone who needs my protection like I did back at the temple.” you laughed bitterly as you placed a hand on your chest. “But I can't live with another child's death on my hands, not when I could do something about it” you said, voice wobbling with emotion, Obi-wan frowned and grabbed your hand. “And I know you don't feel like you could be that person to help her after what has happened, but I know you can.” you wiped your eyes with your free hand. “We couldn't save Anakin or Padme, but we can help her and I think we owe that to them.”

“I'm sorry,” Obi-wan pulled you in. “You're right.”

You shoved your face into his chest.

“I'm sorry too.”

🖾

Your boots pounded into the packed sand of the town as you made your way to the transportation station, your hands constantly fidgeting your side to make sure the long v shaped bodice over your shirt crossed over your chest, long fabric draping over your hips and covered your recently retrieved lightsaber strapped to a harness on your thigh.

You felt like yourself again like this, the lightsaber at your disposal and with the former general at your side to the point You almost began to expect people to call you commander again.

You had been a commander with Ahsoka Tano during the war, often working with Obi-wan and his battalion on his flagship when you weren't on Coruscant.

You missed lwhen your biggest issue was hunting down General Grievous and protecting high profile senators.

You were too far in your own thoughts. You didn't notice Obi-wan stop in front of check in, your body slamming into his back and forehead hitting the hard muscle.

“Dank Farrik.” you said, as you stepped over and looked up at the taller man who started down at the ticket in his hand. Hesitance was radiating off of him and your hand laced with his and you gave an encouraging squeeze.

“Well?” the worker impatiently asked. “Are you coming or not?”

He looked down at you and you nodded.

“We can do this,'' you soothed, walking up to the worker and handing her your ticket while Obi-wan followed behind you with your hand intertwined with his, only letting go when you were on the other side waiting for the worker to hand him back his ticket.

The warm metal on your finger gives a stark reminder of how your present self was going right back into the life of someone you haven't been for long you thought that part of you left in the grains of sand ten years ago.

Or maybe, you thought for a moment.

That person never left.

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Chapter Five: Happiest Place on Earth

Life As The Avengers' Housekeeper

Pairings: Platonic! Avengers x Female Reader

Tags & Warnings: humour, fluff

Chapter Summary: Natasha was ready to have a day off after a long mission, but that plan is ruined when her family surprises her with a trip to Disneyland. She invites Y/n to tag along because it's the only way she'll get through it without alcohol.

A/n: Repost cause it wouldn't appear in the tags the first time

Word Count: 5.8k

Tag List: @olsensnpm, @natasha-belova, @caroldanvers2, @matchat3a, @venomsvl, @glxwingrxse

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It was quiet in the compound which wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Only a few Avengers were present because the others were off on missions of their own, but the ones who were here were still asleep. They had a busy weekend and got some well-needed sleep.

Y/n was already up, as per usual. She’s been up since five am, getting a head start on some cleaning, already having folded the clothes that just got out of the dryer as well. She only made breakfast for herself because she knew nobody would be awake early enough to enjoy breakfast without spoiling their lunch.

For a moment, she decided to just sit back and read a book before she had to get productive again to make lunch. She heard footsteps and a light groan come from the hallway and Y/n raised her head, looking to see who it was.

“Good morning, did you get a nice sleep?” Y/n asked Natasha with a kind smile on her face as Natasha made her way over and sat on the other side of the couch.

“Not any different from usual. I think I need to replace my mattress.” Nat said as she stretched, hand going to support her back which was aching.

“Tony’s not gonna want to hear that.” Y/n said and Nat let out a light laugh.

“Well, my back’s not gonna care about what he says.” Natasha said and Y/n simply smiled in response.

“There’s still some coffee in the kitchen if you want it.” Y/n said and Natasha thanked the girl before getting up and going over to the kitchen.

This was nice. A quiet morning where nothing hectic was happening. It was rare for any of the Avengers to just have some peace and an opportunity to relax.

Suddenly loud knocking met Natasha and Y/n’s ears, causing the two to look at each other in confusion.

“Are we expecting anyone?” Natasha asked as she reached under the counter and took out a hidden pistol.

“No, not that I’m aware of.” Y/n said as she slowly stood up and prepared herself to get into a stance.

Natasha raised her finger to her lip and Y/n nodded, watching as the woman slowly made her way over to the door, and leaning up to the peephole to see who was outside.

“Oh, dear god.” Natasha mumbled as she threw the gun back onto the counter.

“What? Who is it?” Y/n asked, standing up straight as she went over to Natasha, about to open the door herself.

“No, do not open that door.” Natasha said in an annoyed tone.

“What? Why-”

“Natasha, we can hear you! Open the door!” Y/n lit up as she heard the voice of Yelena outside, and immediately went back to the doorknob.

“Wait, no!” Natasha called out, but she was too late because Y/n had already opened the door.

Y/n held her arms out, about to go in to hug the blonde girl, but instead of being pulled into Yelena’s arms, Y/n was pulled into a very tight hold by a very big man.

“Wow, they are so hospitable here. The Avengers have their very own door person to greet the guests!” A Russian accent met Y/n’s ears as she felt herself being squeezed and lifted up before being placed down.

“Maybe I should think about getting one of those back home.” Another Russian accent, but this time female, and they pulled Y/n into a hug as well before letting her go.

“I-What? What?” Y/n asked in confusion as she watched these two strangers enter the compound.

“Sorry, Y/n.” Y/n turned her head back to the door and she felt herself be pulled into another hug, but this time the frame was familiar.

“What the hell is happening?” Y/n asked in confusion to Yelena who gave her an apologetic look.

“Natasha! We’ve missed you! You never call, you never write, what gives, huh?” The man said with a bellowing laugh as he attempted to wrap Natasha into a hug, but the woman quickly ducked out of the way.

“Nope, no. I’m not doing this today.” Natasha said, internally cringing as she walked towards Y/n and her sister.

“Is this straight black coffee? You’re going to kill yourself, honey. I’ll make you proper coffee.” The woman said as she grabbed the mug and tossed its contents into the sink.

“Hey, I wasn’t done with that!” Natasha exclaimed and Y/n grabbed Natasha’s arm, quickly pulling her to the side.

“I’m sorry, what’s going on? Who are these people?” Y/n asked in confusion as she continuously glanced over at the two.

The woman was looking through all the cabinets, looking for ingredients to make coffee. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows when she saw the woman take out a bottle of vodka. She then looked over to the man who was taking his boots off, throwing them on the carpet and settling on the couch with a sigh.

She decided to ignore the dirt and mud now on the floor and carpet, deciding to give Natasha a chance to explain before she went crazy.

“They’re nobody.” Natasha said and Yelena let out a snort as she walked over to the two.

“Oh, you hurt my heart, dear sister!” Yelena said, wrapping her arms around her sister’s shoulders which caused Natasha to let out a sigh.

“You hear that? Natasha says we’re nobodies.” Yelena said to the other two.

“Nobody? Agh, when will you grow out of that ‘embarrassed of your family’ phase of yours?” The man called from the couch.

“That is no way to talk to your family. Now here, drink. You look like you could use something to wake you up.” The woman said, walking over to them with a mug in her hands, cupping Natasha’s cheek before handing her the drink and going over to join the man.

Natasha let out a sigh, taking a sip of the coffee before choking and coughing, setting the mug back down on the counter.

“Jeez, how much alcohol did you put in this?” Natasha said as she went over to grab a glass of water to wash down the ‘coffee.’

“Wait. Did they just say family?” Y/n said, eyebrows raising as amusement started filling into her eyes.

“Oh, Natasha, you didn’t introduce us to the door hugger!” The man said as he got up from the couch and approached.

“She’s not the door hugger, she’s the maid.” Yelena said and Y/n smiled at her before elbowing her in the stomach, causing Yelena to groan and grip her stomach.

“No, no, she’s not. This is Y/n, she’s a retired Avenger and a good friend.” Natasha said and Y/n smiled at the man who held his hand out to her.

“Nice to meet you! I am Alexei, Natasha’s papa.” Y/n’s eyebrows raised higher as she shook the man’s hand, turning to Natasha who had an embarrassed look on her face.

“Is that so? Natasha hasn’t really told me anything about you guys.” Y/n said with a teasing smile to Natasha who rolled her eyes. She knew Natasha had parents through Yelena, but she refused to talk about them.

“They’re not my actual parents. They’re like my… Very reluctant adoptive parents.” Natasha said as the woman got up and approached as well.

“Ah, adoptive parents, actual parents, that’s all nonsense titles. We’re your parents either way.” The woman said, waving her hand dismissively before grabbing a hold of Y/n’s and shaking it.

“My name’s Melina, I am Natasha’s mother. It is very nice to meet you.” Melina said and Y/n smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you too. I knew you guys existed, but I never expected you guys to be so… eccentric.” Y/n said and the woman seemed pleased as she let her hand go.

“You might recognize me, actually. I’m a bit of a legend until I got sent to prison.” Alexei said with a proud smile.

“Oh, here he goes.” Yelena said with a roll of her eyes.

“I look a bit different from before, but I promise you this is the truth. Right now, you are standing in the presence of the exceptional, legendary, incredible, mighty Red Guardian.” Alexei said as he held his hands out, a huge smile on his face.

“Oh, that’s so cool!” Y/n said excitedly and Yelena and Natasha sent her a look of disbelief.

“You know who he is?” Yelena asked in disbelief.

“No, but he seems proud of it!” Y/n said with a shrug and Alexei laughed, patting Y/n's back a bit too roughly, but she could take it.

“Not that I’m totally hating this entire experience right now or anything, but why are you guys here?” Natasha asked, crossing her arms and a big smile appeared on Melina’s face.

“We came here to surprise you!” She said.

“Well, consider me surprised. You guys have done your job, you can leave now.” Natasha said, gesturing to the door.

“I can really feel the love radiating off of you, it’s almost unbearable.” Yelena said sarcastically.

“Why would we leave now when we have the whole day planned with you?” Melina asked, her question seemingly literal and not rhetorical.

“Look, this is the first day off I’ve had in a while and I just spent the last month undercover, I really just want to relax.” Natasha said.

“And what’s more relaxing than spending time with your family and having a fun bonding experience?” Yelena asked as she lifted herself up to sit on the counter.

“Do I even want to know what you guys are gonna be dragging me into doing?” Natasha asked.

“We’re going to Disneyland!” Alexei announced excitedly.

“No. God no, I am not going.” Natasha said, scrunching her face in disgust at the mention of the theme park.

“Why not? We always talked about how much we wanted to go as kids.” Yelena asked in confusion.

“Because I’m not a kid anymore and Disney as a whole is just extremely sketchy, I don’t trust it.” Natasha said.

“Well, it’s too late for that because we already have the passes.” Melina said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out four passes and handing them out.

“Yes, we’re going. You can even invite your friend and the rest of the Avengers. I know a guy who can duplicate all those passes.” Alexei said.

“I don’t think it’d be the best idea to bring the Avengers to Disneyland. You guys will get swarmed the moment you step into the park.” Y/n spoke up and Natasha nodded in approval.

“Exactly. We’re not going. Let’s just go out for lunch and walk around the park or something. It’ll be just as fun.” Natasha said and Yelena frowned at the words.

“I know you’re old, but I didn’t think you were that old already.” Yelena said and Natasha sent her sister an offended look.

“That’s… I’m not old.” She muttered bitterly, but Yelena ignored her.

“Natasha, these passes were very expensive. It would be a waste not to use them.” Melina said, but Natasha stood her ground.

“You heard what Y/n said, me going to Disneyland is a bad idea.” Natasha said and Y/n let out a hum in response.

“I didn’t say that.” Y/n said and Natasha turned to her with furrowed eyebrows.

“I said it would be a bad idea to bring the Avengers. Not an Avenger. One person going is manageable and it seems like your family really wants to spend time with you. Go, it could be fun.” Y/n said and Alexei grinned, placing a hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

“I like this one, she’s a very smart girl. You should listen to her.” Alexei said and Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Come on. It seems like they came all the way to New York just to spend time with you. Don’t just turn them away.” Y/n said and Natasha clenched her jaw, glancing between her family and seeing the encouraging looks in their eyes.

“Alright, fine.” Natasha relented with a sigh and the three visitors grinned happily.

“If I had known that all it would take to convince my sister of anything was you, Y/n, I would’ve visited more often.” Yelena said, hugging Y/n who chuckled and hugged the girl back.

“But you’re coming with us.” Natasha said, sending a pointed look to Y/n whose eyes widened.

“Me? Why?” Y/n asked, confused.

“I need someone to keep me sane, and going to Disneyland of all places with these three is going to be the thing to push me over the edge.” Natasha said.

“I don’t know. This is a family outing and it’ll feel pretty weird if I butted in.” Y/n said in an unsure tone.

“Nonsense. Any friend of my daughter is automatically a member of this family too.” Melina said and Natasha sent an amused look to Y/n who raised an eyebrow at her.

“The Avengers are my family too, and that includes you.” Natasha said.

“Well apparently I’m not really an Avenger. Didn’t you hear? I’m the maid.” Y/n joked with an eye roll causing Yelena to let out a snort.

“Please.” Natasha said with a smile and Y/n sighed. Unlike Natasha, she wasn’t that stubborn.

“Fine. I’ve always wanted to go anyway, but I didn’t want to go alone. This could be fun.” Y/n said and Natasha let out a breath of relief.

“Your definition of fun is my definition of hell.” Natasha said and Y/n chuckled in response.

“That does it then! Come on, we got a helicopter to take us to Florida.” Alexei said as he started walking out of the compound with Melina and Yelena following behind.

“I call dibs on flying!” Yelena said.

“You can sit in the co-pilot seat, but you’re not flying. You can pick the music though.” Melina said and the two were left inside.

“Let me just leave a note telling the others that they’re gonna have to order themselves lunch.” Y/n said, going over to the fridge where a white board was stuck onto it.

“Hey, Y/n?” Natasha asked and Y/n looked up from her writing to see Natasha smiling at her.

“Thank you for coming with us.” Natasha said and Y/n sent the woman a smile in return as she finished her note.

“It’s my pleasure. Besides, I heard people become entirely different versions of themselves when they’re with their family compared to when they’re with their friends. I want to see the family version of Natasha Romanoff.” Y/n said, walking past Natasha with a teasing smile and following after the other three.

The flight to Disneyland was an interesting one. They originally wanted to make a stop at Alexei’s “guy” for Y/n’s extra pass, but Y/n convinced them that she would pay for her own pass on her own. And by on her own, she means with Tony’s money.

They were an incredibly loud family, very energetic as well. Yelena was always screaming the songs that were playing from her phone. Alexei would try to sing along but if he didn’t know the song, he’d either make lyrics of his own or just shout along with the tune.

Melina would sing along as well and try to convince Nat to join in but Nat refused, though she was watching with great amusement. Y/n could tell that Nat was enjoying her time so far, even though she would never admit it.

“One time, when Natasha was ten years old, this little boy came up to her and gave her a flower, kissed her on the cheek, and ran away. She came home with the reddest face and she would not let go of that flower. She would throw a tantrum if I even tried to tell her to put it down.” Melina told Y/n who had a wide grin on her face while listening.

“No, stop that. That’s enough.” Natasha kept cutting in, but Melina simply waved her off.

“She took it with her to the bathroom, she’d hold it while sleeping, she brought it everywhere.” Melina said and Alexei laughed from where he was sitting.

“Oh, I remember this! The flower kept on dying and I had to keep finding more flowers that looked exactly like it to replace it so Natasha wouldn’t cry.” He said and Natasha’s eyes softened at the words.

“I didn’t know about that part.” Natasha said and a snicker came out of Yelena.

“Yeah then you cried for the next two days after seeing the boy do the exact same thing to a different girl.” Yelena recalled and Natasha glared at the girl, though her cheeks turned into a light shade of pink.

“Y/n, did you know that one time, Yelena fell flat on her face trying to get down from the toilet. Then when she got up, she tripped again because her shorts were still around her ankles. She tried getting up three more times, tripping each time.” Natasha revealed and Yelena let out a gasp.

“I was five years old!” Yelena said but Natasha just shrugged in response.

“Old enough to get up from the toilet on your own, but it’s fine, you were always the slow one.” Natasha said and Yelena turned from her seat and slapped Natasha on the shoulder which made Natasha slap back.

“Girls, stop fighting. We have to act dignified in front of guests.” Melina said when the two women got into a bit of a slapping match.

“I think it’s a little too late for that.” Natasha mumbled and Yelena stuck her tongue out to her sister.

“Wow, way to be mature.” Natasha said and Yelena rolled her eyes before turning around. When she was no longer looking, Natasha stuck her tongue out at Yelena.

“I saw that!” Yelena exclaimed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

When they arrived at Disneyland, the energy just went up higher. Natasha had a cap and sunglasses on to hide her identity, and Y/n could immediately tell that Natasha would rather be anywhere else.

Meanwhile, the other three were already having a blast. They went straight to the gift shop and even though Natasha told them buying merchandise would be a complete waste of money because everything was overpriced, they still bought stuff anyway.

Alexei and Melina got matching Mickey and Minnie mouse hats. Yelena got a cap that looked like Donald Duck. Y/n got a Minnie Mouse headband and after a lot of convincing, Natasha swapped her cap out with a plain black cap with Mickey Mouse ears on them.

“I feel sick to my stomach.” Natasha said with a grimace as she put the hat on.

“I want to ride the teacups!” Yelena shouted, grabbing Y/n and Natasha’s arms as she ran over to the teacups.

“Do we just spin this thing?” Melina asked as she settled in a teacup with Alexei while Natasha, Y/n, and Yelena went on a different one.

“Please, this is nothing. I’ve been inside a jet spinning in the air as I was plummeting to my death. People who say they get sick from this ride are a bunch of weaklings. Nothing compared to the Red Guardian.” Alexei said as they started spinning.

Curiously, Melina grabbed the wheel in front of her and started spinning it as hard as she could.

“Woah!” Alexei exclaimed as his body was shot to the side from how sudden the spinning was.

“Okay, I was not ready. Do it again, and I will be-” Alexei let out a grunt as he was thrown by the momentum of the spinning into the side of the tea cup.

“Maybe we should slow down and-” Melina didn’t even hear him as she spun harder. The spinning wasn’t that bad, she could barely even feel it. But Alexei seemed to be having a harder time because he was continuously being thrown around the teacup.

Meanwhile,

“Spin! Spin! Spin! Spin!” Yelena and Y/n chanted as they kept spinning the wheel faster and faster, wanting to spin as fast as they could while Natasha was tightly gripping the edges, head resting on her hands with her eyes shut tightly to stop herself from wanting to throw up.

“I hate both of you.” Natasha mumbled as she struggled to walk out without feeling like she was about to fall over. Alexei on the other hand was throwing up in a trash can with Melina rubbing his back in support.

“Alright, what’s next?” Alexei mumbled as he stood back up straight.

“How about meeting the characters? You always wanted to meet Aurora, didn’t you, Yelena? Oh, and Beauty and The Beast was Natasha’s favorite.” Melina said as they started walking around the park and looking at all the attractions.

“You there! You look like a mighty man! Care to challenge the great Gaston to an arm wrestling match to settle who here is the mightiest one in the village?” A man dressed up as Gaston said when he saw the five approach.

“Here we go.” Yelena mumbled when Alexei stopped in his tracks and tilted his head at Gaston.

“You dare challenge me? The Red Guardian, to a test of strengths?” Alexei said in a completely serious tone, but the others guessed the actor just assumed Alexei was playing along based on the grin on his face.

“Come now! Let’s settle this score.” The man said as he walked over to a table and rested his elbow on it, wiggling his fingers to entice Alexei who completely fell for it.

“You are going to eat your words.” Alexei said as he started taking off his jacket, tossing it to Melina who caught it with ease.

“Give me your best.” Gaston said in a confident tone, keeping up with his character.

But this only edged Alexei on as he grabbed ahold of Gaston’s hand.

“Three… Two… One!” Gaston said, putting half his strength into the match.

But almost in an instant, Alexei had the back of his hand pushed down dangerously close to the table. Realizing that Alexei was serious, Gaston decided to put his entire strength into the match, only for Alexei’s hand to barely budge ever so slightly.

“You think you can defeat me? You couldn’t even take down a defenseless deformed beast with an entire army behind you!” Alexei bragged as he continued pushing. Gaston’s eyes widened as she continued trying to push against Alexei’s hand, but Alexei easily pinned his hand down on the table.

“I am the winner! As expected of the Red Guardian!” Alexei cheered as he got up and Gaston chuckled in response, though it was a bit weak compared to his tone earlier.

“How about you, mademoiselle? Care to take on the challenge?” Gaston said after clearing his throat, trying to regain his honor by taking on someone he was confident he could beat.

“This should be fun.” Melina said as she went over to take Alexei’s place in the seat.

“Are you ready, madame? Do not fret, I shall make it easier for you.” Gaston said and Melina frowned, tilting her head in confusion.

“Why would you do that? I want a fair match.” Melina said and the Gaston chuckled but decided to indulge her.

“Alright then. Ready? Go!” Gaston said, putting all his might in pushing Melina’s hand down, expecting this to be easy.

But Melina didn’t move at all. Her arm remained completely still as Gaston grunted and groaned, trying his best to push it down.

“You are straining, don’t hurt yourself.” Melina said to Gaston who resorted using both his hands to try and push Melina’s hand even an inch to the left.

“Well, that’s not fair.” Melina said before easily slamming Gaston’s hand down on the table.

“Natasha, you should try! It’s very fun, you might enjoy it.” Melina said to Natasha who had an amused look on her face.

“You know what? Sure. I could use the ego boost.” Natasha said as she walked up to the Gaston who was looking at his arm in confusion, wondering if there was something wrong with it.

“Ah! A new contender! I guess we’re taking on the entire family now.” Gaston said, mumbling the last part before putting on the best smile he could and resting his arm back onto the table.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Natasha said once she grabbed a hold of his hand, putting as much pressure as she could to get the guy’s hand down.

But Gaston was getting a bit frustrated and he was putting extra effort to keep his hand up after the embarrassment he went through with the last two. But Natasha was still winning as slowly but surely, she was pushing the guy’s hand to the right.

She tilted her head at the man and gave him the most intimidating stare she could. Gaston started sweating, trying best to avoid eye contact, but Natasha’s glare kept dragging him in. Unable to take it anymore, Gaston let his arm fall and Natasha smirked, getting up proudly.

“Maybe you should start eating six dozen eggs, then try again.” Natasha said as she slipped out of the chair, Yelena immediately taking her place.

“Oh. Great, another one.” Gaston said a bit tiredly as he watched Yelena place her arm on the table with an excited look on her face.

“Alright then.” Gaston said with a huff, reluctantly linking hands with Yelena.

“Go!” Yelena said the moment Gaston's hand was in hers, pushing his hand down with all the force she could muster but Gaston gripped the table and glared down at the blonde in front of him, veins protruding from his neck as he really put his all in this one.

Yelena’s eyes widened in delight as she gripped Gaston’s hand tighter. The man groaned at the grip, his free hand tapping the table in pain as Yelena slammed his hand down on the table.

“That was so fun!” Yelena said as she went back to her family.

“Y/n, you should give it a go.” Natasha said, nudging Y/n who raised her eyebrow at the Gaston actor.

“Uh, no thanks. I think he’s had his fill of embarrassment.” Y/n said, catching the actor’s attention.

“Oh, so you are backing down from the challenge? As expected from a puny little town’s girl!” He said, trying his best to maintain the small amount of dignity he had left as he stepped towards Y/n, his six foot frame towering over her five foot-two frame.

“I just changed my mind. Get your butt on that chair, buddy.” Y/n said as she pulled her sleeve up and walked back over to the table.

“I’ll make sure to try and not to hurt you, little girl.” Gaston said as he sat back down.

“Oh, he is going to break his arm.” Yelena said and Natasha nodded in agreement.

“I was simply taking it easy on the other four, giving them a chance to win so they won’t feel too bad. But don’t worry little girl, I’ll make sure not to hold back.” Gaston said and Y/n rolled her eyes as the two put their arms on the table.

“You ready? Three… Two…”

“One.” Y/n said, slamming the man’s hand down on the table so hard that a dent formed.

“Agh! Jesus!” Gaston groaned and Y/n turned around to see one of the park managers coming up to them.

“Let’s go. Run, run.” Y/n said as she got up and the family quickly ran away.

“Let’s do Splash Mountain!” Yelena cheered, grabbing Melina and Alexei’s arms and dragging them over to the ride.

“You guys go ahead, me and Y/n are just gonna grab some food.” Natasha said as her and Y/n walked around the park to find the food stalls.

Natasha got a churro and Y/n got an ice cream bar. Natasha watched Y/n happily eat her ice cream with a disgusted look on her face.

“Alright, what is it? What do you have against Disney?” Y/n asked when she saw the look on Natasha’s face. It was the same face Natasha made whenever she saw anything Mickey Mouse related.

“I just don’t like Disney. The movies are fine, but there's just something not right with the corporation itself.” Natasha said with a shiver.

“Just enjoy the magic of the place and ignore the corporate monster behind it all.” Y/n said as they walked to Splash Mountain.

“We just bought incredibly overpriced merchandise and food for the Mouse, everything about this screams corporate monster.” Natasha said and Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, about to make a comment when a gasp reached their ears.

Natasha turned around seeing no one, but when she looked down, she saw a little girl staring up at her with wide eyes. Her mouth was agape and in her arms was a tiny Black Widow doll. Natasha smiled softly and crouched down in front of the girl.

“Hey, kid. I’m here on a top secret mission, so I can’t have anyone else finding out I’m here. Why don’t we keep me being here between us?” Natasha said and a big grin grew on the girl’s face as she eagerly nodded in response.

“Great. I’ll remember this for years to come; how the little girl in the cute yellow dress saved me from failing my mission.” Natasha said, ruffling the girl’s hair and the girl giggled before running off.

“See? This place isn’t so bad.” Y/n said and Natasha shook her head in amusement as she stood up.

"Hey, are you Mulan?"

"That's enough, let's get back." Natasha muttered as she grabbed Y/n's arm and dragged her over to Splash Mountain.

“Natasha! Y/n! Over here!” Melina shouted from their spot in line, the three waving at the two who made their way through the line.

“Hey, you can’t do that!” A man in the line shouted when Natasha and Y/n cut in line.

“What did you say, tiny man?” Alexei said as he towered over the man who spoke up. Seeing the size of Alexei, the man faltered for a second but he kept his composure and glared at him.

“Tell your daughter or whatever that she’s going to have to wait in line just like everybody else.” The guy looked to everyone else, waiting for them to agree, but they were all staring at the size of Alexei and decided they were good.

“You think you can speak to my family like that?” Alexei asked with a tilted head as he stepped up to the man, so close that his chest was almost hitting his nose.

“Oh, give the boy a break, Alexei. Here, let me talk to him like a civilized person.” Melina said, pushing past Alexei and facing the boy with a smile on her face.

“Hi, my name is Melina. What’s your name?” She asked and the boy narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“Bob.” The boy answered and Melina smiled once more, grabbing the boy’s hands.

“Bob, I have a gun in my purse.” Melina said in a soft tone, only loud enough for Bob to hear and the man's eyes widened.

“Here, see?” Melina said, letting go of the boy’s hands and zipping open her purse and showing the inside to Bob whose eyes widened at the sight of a handgun. Melina managed to slip it past security.

“Now, you might be wondering why I’m telling this to you, right?” Melina asked with an innocent look on her face and the boy was frozen where he stood, eyes wide in fear, but he still managed to nod.

“Because nobody would believe you if you told them. Now, let me tell you this one last thing.” Melina said before leaning forward so her mouth was right next to Bob’s ear.

“Do not speak to my family like that ever again, or else you will never see yours.” Melina said and she looked down to see a small wet patch appear on Bob’s pants.

She leaned back and gave the boy a bright smile and he quickly ran out of the line.

“Well, that’s settled.” Melina said happily as she turned back to everyone who looked incredibly impressed.

“That was probably the greatest thing you’ve ever done.” Yelena said and Alexei wrapped his arm around Melina’s waist.

“Maybe we should find a more private place so I can show you how amazing I thought that was.” He said in a sultry tone which made Melina smile.

“Nope. I don’t want to see that. Maybe use that gun on me, that sounds incredibly fun.” Natasha said and Yelena mimicked gagging noises.

It didn’t take much longer until they got to the ride.

“I take the front!” Alexei said, beating Yelena to sitting in the front which made her upset, but she settled with sitting behind him. Melina sat behind Yelena, then Natasha, then Y/n.

“What is this? Where’s the drop? I thought this was supposed to be an exciting ride, this is so boring!” Alexei complained when he realized that the ride wasn't really a rollercoaster.

“Are you having fun?” Y/n asked, leaning forward and resting her chin on Natasha's shoulder. The woman let out a hum in response while looking at her surroundings.

“I guess there are worse ways to spend my day off.” Natasha said and Y/n playfully rolled her eyes.

“What a complicated way to say yes.” Y/n teased and Natasha sent the woman an amused smile.

“Alright, so it wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be.” Natasha said with a shrug and Y/n let out a giggle.

“You could just say you’re having fun.” Y/n said and Natasha gave her a smirk.

“Now why would I say that?” Natasha said and Y/n shook her head in amusement leaning back into her seat.

“Oh! Here it is! Here it comes!” Yelena cheered when the boat was starting to climb up.

“Is there still time to get out? Can someone stop the ride? I can get off here and walk the rest of the way.” Alexei said, starting to panic when they reached closer to the top.

When the boat reached its peak and started falling down the tall incline, screams and cheers filled the air and for a moment, all they could see was white due to their picture being taken.

Alexei was gripping the sides of the boat, mouth and eyes wide opened in fear, Yelena had her hands up and a bright smile on her face, Melina had seen the camera and was calmly smiling at it with a peace sign, Y/n was covering her face because she was splashed with most of the water, while Nat had her arms crossed but a big smile on her face as she looked at her family.

It was a good day.

#avengers fanfiction #avengers x reader #avengers x you #mcu x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #natasha romanoff #yelena belova

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Savanaclaw’s Reaction to a Black Tiger!Reader

FEATURING : LEONA KINGSCHOLAR + RUGGIE BUCCHI + JACK HOWL

GENRE : FLUFF

C/W : GN!READER

LIBRARIAN’S NOTE/S : requested by @justeclem44 the gender wasn’t specified so i just made it into gn!reader. i don’t know much about black tigers so i had to do some research. still! i may be mistaken with a few information tho. had to repost it bc it wasn't showing up in the tags, again

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^

PROLOGUE

Black Tigers are known to be very rare—close to extinction even! Not even people who live in Sunset Savanna see many of your kind. Cause if they are rare on Earth then I think they’d also be rare in the TWST Universe. Though, your appearances aside, you’re just like any beast-person in NRC. A human hybrid with your beastly characteristics and personalities. You just happen to look unique and live in remote places.

☆ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ☆

As a prince from Sunset Savanna, he’d be pretty shocked to see someone of your kind. Your first encounter would be something like him sensing your aura. Like the inner animal instinct in him tells him that someone with a dominant aura is approaching. It’s not that threatening to him because he knows his capabilities but his instinct is just telling him to be wary because it’s “new” like someone he hasn’t encountered before.

It could be like when he’s sleeping at the botanical gardens and you entered. His ears and tail that was lying on the ground relaxed would instantly shoot up. Then when you approach his direction, he’d peek one eye open to check who it is, and to his surprise, it’s a Black Tiger Beast-Person.

Leona wouldn’t openly show his surprise though and might even act nonchalant about it. Unlike the other two who’d go “I didn’t know your kind still existed.” Leona would know your kind still existed because he’s royalty and he was probably (forced or not) to meet one of your kind. With his father or Falena probably droning “You’re a prince and you should meet them so you know what’s going on in the kingdom and bla bla bla.”

Going back to your first encounter—it’s honestly kinda dry because he wouldn’t mind you that much. I don’t really see Leona as someone who does small talks. Unless you instigate it first or if it’s necessary to do so because Leona likes his peace and quiet for good quality naps. It’s not like you mind though because tigers prefer to be alone.

Interactions-wise, I know he wouldn’t be hostile in any way towards you—just don’t give him any reason to. He’d treat you just like any other person—to him, whether your kind is rare or not—it’s not a reason for him to treat you any differently as long as you’re not posing a threat, purposely annoying, or getting in his way.

Despite his pride and arrogance that doesn’t exactly mean that Leona belittles you like he still has his air of arrogance and pride but he’s still being civilized. So he isn’t exactly belittling you and your capabilities (like he does with other students).

He is aware of you and your kind’s capabilities cause IF I recall correctly, it was mentioned that at some point in his childhood Leona tried to please or impress the people around him [or was it just his parents cause I saw it said somewhere that Leona could play chess by himself and like taught himself just so he could impress his parents(??) or was I mistaken?].

Regardless of that, I still headcanon he probably still studied it just to feel validated. So like him being literate in these things would be no surprise be it self-taught or taught by some expensive intelligent teacher hired by the king. If you ever end up being partnered with him in any school-related activity or just anything, and then you did exceptionally well, he’ll be the type to offhandedly compliment you.

So it’s overall chill and casual with Leona, like you two have this mutual agreement of “I won’t bother you as long as you don’t bother me.”

☆ RUGGIE BUCCHI ☆

Now, this one is interesting—Despite Ruggie growing up in a poor environment, I’m sure he’d be aware of your kind. His grandmother probably educated him or he could’ve had an encounter with one of your kind.

Either way, I think your first encounter would be interestingly funny. I imagine that Ruggie’s running out and about because of Leona’s errands. Then boom! The cliche moment of you two bumping into each other happens. Ruggie would immediately apologize while picking up the things he dropped—that’s if he was carrying anything, to begin with. So you stood up, dusting yourself off.

Ruggie would be shocked to see it was a Black Tiger Beast Person (it’s a mouthful ik but I can’t find the right term so please bear with me XD) then he would just offhandedly mention “Oh I didn’t know your kind still existed.”

Don’t worry, he means no offense with his statement. It’s just Ruggie being Ruggie, anyways upon noticing your silence—he’ll apologize and explain that it was his first time seeing someone like you in person then laugh it off with his signature laugh before leaving.

Another scenario of your first encounter could be if you like spending your free time in a not-so-solitary (because Leona also stays there napping). Still, peaceful silence at the botanical gardens then you two could possibly meet there while Ruggie fetches Leona. He’d still offhandedly mention the same thing and etc. but he just doesn’t leave right away because he needs to go with Leona.

So until Leona decides to get up, he’ll just be there and it opens a chance for a small chat between the two of you—whether Leona chooses to join in before leaving is up to him but like I mentioned in his part, I don’t see Leona as the kind of person to do small talks so the most you would get from him is a comment regarding the topic you two are talking about.

Ruggie much like Leona wouldn’t really care that much. Though, unlike Leona, this hyena would be more casual and a bit friendlier about it. Should the two of you ever bump into each other again then I’d see Ruggie having no problem with striking up a conversation with you.

It’s up to you if you’d want to befriend him because either way—he is chill. Tigers are solitary creatures but that doesn’t you can’t make friends. If you do befriend him, expect pranks from him but don’t worry he’ll make sure not to go too far about it.

☆ JACK HOWL ☆

Now the ever-so earnest 1st Year, unlike the other two. Jack grew up in the Shaftlands or the Land of Pyroxene. So I don’t think he would’ve had any way to meet or encounter anyone from your kind. Though that does not mean that he isn’t aware of your kind—I like to think that at some point in his childhood that he has read those animal picture books.

Plus Jack has younger siblings, I’m quite sure that he has shown them the picture books at his siblings’ request. Now your first encounter with him can be kinda awkward especially if you’re older than him. There could be many scenarios with your first encounter with Jack since you’re all in the same school like it could be when he’s with the first years and then their bickering caused you some trouble.

Jack and Yuu would immediately apologize for the trouble their friends are causing then imagine Jack’s surprise to see it was you a Black Tiger Beast Person. He’d be left speechless while you tell them that it was okay before walking off *cue awkwardness*—his friends would start swarming him with questions, asking why he was shocked—did you two know each other, etc.

It could also be when you two go partnered up for an Alchemy class and this scenario would open the chance for the two of you to talk and like I mentioned previously above, Jack would go somewhere along the lines of “Your kind still existed?!” He also means no offense but Jack is genuinely shocked and he is probably the most surprised out of the trio.

Like I said, Jack grew up in the Shaftlands, and even though it’s very big—there’s little to no chance that he would encounter anyone from your kind. Once Jack sees your questioning gaze that says, “First time you've seen one of like me?” He’d feel so guilty that his ears would visibly dropdown. *cue brief awkwardness*

He’d immediately apologize and start to explain the reason for his reaction. Out of the three, he’d be the friendliest of them all, and if you do happen to join the Track and Field club or just any athletic club that shows him your prowess. He would look up to you and admire whatever trait you have that he finds admirable, be it your dedication, strength, discipline, power, or anything.

Much like his upperclassmen, Jack wouldn’t treat you any differently because to him, everyone should be treated equally and he wouldn’t want to be treated any differently just because he stands out or anything. Though he’d treat you with more respect like he does with Ruggie and Leona if you so happen to be older than him.

Jack would know that your kind is solitary creatures so him being close with you would also depend on you but either way, he’d be sure to acknowledge your presence whenever you two bump into each other. He'd be a chill friend to have, unlike Ruggie.

!! DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE ELSE !! THIS IS THE PROPERTY OF YUUNEMI !! IT DOESN’T CLAIM TO OWN THE CHARACTERS THAT BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS !!

#twisted wonderland x reader #savanaclaw x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #jack howl x reader #ruggie bucchi #twst x reader #twst fanfic #twst imagines #twst fluff #twst leona #twst jack #twst ruggie

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ariparri · 1 year

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The Former Jack of Spades

HPHM Cardverse Masterlist

Tag List: @catohphm @lifeofkaze @eternalchaoschocolaterain @oneirataxia-girl

If you want to be updated on content for the AU, especially for the lore, let me know and I'll put you on the tag list!

Duncan doesn’t catch a break does he? I could have given him a good life, but no I like the angst.

I know I was struggling to pick a color scheme for his appearance. In the end, the brown hair and black eyes spoke to me more xD I also wanted to give him a lighter color scheme in contrast to Coby's dark one. It’s a nice contrast to their characters.

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Duncan Ashe, the esteemed Jack of Spades, also known as the Chancellor. Before his role, he was a mischief maker and enjoyed causing trouble alongside his friend, Coby McQuaid. Since they are good friends, Duncan acts as the voice of reason for the ambitious King Coby. They share a strong bond and both comrades can rely on the other in times of need. Even as Coby is the King, Duncan still refers to him by name rather than his title. Coby would even insist that their friendship shouldn't be treated differently due to their roles.

Duncan is a calm and flexible leader with universal capabilities. Praised for his determination and cunning, he does his best to inspire several of the younger members of his court, as he finds them to be the hope for their country should something happen to him. He carefully arranges his words to be as concise as possible; his eyes catch onto minute details; his actions are never wasted. Whenever a problem occurs, he acts upon the most efficient solution available to him.

Like with his second in command, Jacob Cromwell, Duncan also viewed Rakepick with suspicion and confided in him, "Patricia Rakepick is a person who does her actions on her own accord and will one day be someone who cannot serve under another." He then told Veruca to avoid the Ace at all costs after her brother's death. Rakepick and Duncan’s ideals would clash when it came to running Spades now that Coby wasn’t around. Duncan became worried when Rakepick was issuing stricter laws and rules over the country against his approval. His predictions of her character proved correct as she took full control not too long afterward.

There was too much tension between the Jack and Ace, the entire country could see it. And it wouldn’t be too long if Duncan had gained the support from the people to dismiss Rakepick from her position. Knowing he had to be dealt with immediately, Rakepick had invited Duncan to the clocktower under false pretenses that she was willing to let him handle human affairs. However, Duncan was aware of what Rakepick was planning and cut their conversation short by drawing his weapon. The two officials engaged in a duel, Rakepick having more experience in combat had no problems holding her own against Duncan. While he had more skills in marksmanship, Duncan was a decent swordsman. Rakepick commended Duncan for his insight, especially when he figured out what she had originally intended for him. Yet mocked him for thinking she’d be the one to deal the final blow. Duncan was caught off guard when he got stabbed in the back. When he finally sees who the perpetrator was, he is more than shocked to see the director of the museum, Verucca Buckthorn-Snyde brandishing a knife. The two women left Duncan in the clocktower. If the poison didn’t kill him, the blood loss would.

When it was announced that Duncan was assassinated, many of the people mourned his death. Some time after the civil war, and Veruca had claimed the throne, a monument was made as a memorial of Duncan. The country still celebrates his birthday with people placing flowers by his monument. Only a few people know that Duncan’s ghost haunts the clocktower. Rowan Khanna seeks Duncan’s advice on her position as the new Jack. Veruca, Olivia, and some members of Duncan’s court visit him just to keep him company.

#ariparri #hphm cardverse #duncan ashe #hphm au #hphm #hphm duncan #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #not gonna lie I got a little excited to finally work on the joker cast #but then I remembered I need to introduce Rakepick first #soon Murphy #your design will come soon!

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thomine · 1 month

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ready, set, aim | venti

RELATIONSHIP | venti / reader

TAGS | general audiences, love confessions, alcohol (but no one gets drunk), kissing scene, nonlinear narrative (italics are used to represent past events), requested by anonymous, reposted (accidentally deleted og)

SUMMARY | venti says confessing is simple, as easy as 1 2 3. you just need to ready, aim, fire.

WORD COUNT | 1.8k words

INFO | beta'ed by mimikyu + ekolu | ao3 | more

“Confessing to your crush is just like shooting an arrow,” Venti says after swallowing a mouthful of wine. It’s the second year you sought his help in exchange for a few drinks. However, since you’re the only student for his love classes this Windblume, he suggested rendezvousing at Angel’s Share in the evening. You were going to take the tab but he said this was just a session of two friends catching up, and he earned a quick buck from performing so he could afford to pay the bill.

As typical of him, he draws an imaginary bowstring, aims, and fires at you, winking to top off the act.

Your heart is shot—it’s not the first time Venti hits bullseye either. He’s chipped your walls with his arrows—unknowingly or not. From a muted life, you think you hear the birth of a melody in your chest.

Badump.

It only plays for him.

“But I don’t know how to shoot an arrow,” you mutter, playing with your frail and smooth hands under the table. They’ve never held a weapon. Years living on the sidelines meant you’ve done nothing.

Barely had a friend, never stayed past midnight, and you’ve never fallen in love. It was too dangerous, too exciting, too anything.

The first time you sang was when Venti invited you from the crowd in front of the fountain. Your performance was horrible, but his vocals miraculously blended with yours, soothed the crowd and salvaged their mora.

You’ve sought him ever since. Stepping out of your comfort zones never felt unfamiliar with him.

“I’m not saying it literally, silly,” Venti jokes as he tips his head back to finish his wine while yours remains untouched. Alcohol might not be what you need when he causes your world to spin, yet the red liquid gleams as he pours himself another glass, catching your curiosity. “Heard of the phrase ‘ready, aim, fire’? Confessing follows these simple steps.”

A laugh slips from your lips. Not only is his analogy cute, it’s funny he claims they’re simple. To his credit, he is a marksman as he is a bard. These things come easier to him than they do to you.

“You never mentioned these steps in your class last year,” you note, swirling the liquid in your glass, observing its deep translucent red that shifts to purple under different angles. It’s like Venti’s eyes that appear blue against the bright sky when he performs, but in seclusion or moonlight, it glows green.

Right now… it’s green. Undoubtedly. A green that reminds you of spring; of new beginnings.

“It’s a love poem writing class, not a love confession class,” Venti quips. “I would have charged double if that was the case. Speaking of lessons… didn’t I grade your poem you submitted last year? We can start with that.”

You blink.

He smirks as he leans forward. Crap. He’s caught you staring.

Flustered, you grab your glass of wine and gulp it down. Your throat burns. How does Venti appreciate its texture? It does give an excuse for the heat accumulating in your body though, you’d give it that.

“It wasn’t a proper love poem…” Carefully, you set your empty glass down. Venti merrily pours more for you. “I was just practising how to use parallels and metaphors.”

“It was a finely written poem. Maybe you should teach me how to write once in a while, hm?”

“No, no…” you shake your head and swallow the portion he poured—he refills it seconds later. “If I was as good as you, I wouldn’t need to ask for help… again.”

There’s a pause.

“I didn’t know you had trouble writing a poem. You only seemed anxious about delivering it,” Venti says.

You nod. Your hand instinctively reaches for your glass without thought.

“Well, I can’t do both.”

The burning sensation hogs your thoughts from meandering to anything more depressing. Just one more swing of your glass to your lips—your grip tightens, but the glass remains on the table.

“...My poem didn’t feel good enough,” you admit with a sigh. “This is my first time being honest with how I feel.” You press your palm against your forehead. “Plus, I don’t know if he’ll like it. He’s…”

You.

The bard who all of Mondstadt praises. He’s able to command words capable of wrapping people’s eyes with a veil of hope. He’s able to construct tunes that touch someone to the point of tears. Your words, in comparison, will not make a dent to be remembered even if your feelings behind them changed your whole world.

Venti chuckles, tapping on the wooden table. You straighten your back.

“The essence of a poem is the emotions,” he states, voice firm. “Prose is merely wrapping paper. It’s the gift that matters.”

“What if…” you bite your lower lip. “What if the gift isn’t what he wants to receive?” you whisper as if out of breath.

The bar is loud. Hooligans roar and boast of their achievements as laughter bursts from every corner. There’s clanging, banging, and cheering. You barely heard yourself over the wall of noise, which is why you’re surprised Venti reaches for your shaking hands—with a hold so tender—and fosters a smile.

“The only way to know if you’ll hit bullseye is to try.”

He lets go, curious in the wine he barely touched while you’ve at least emptied your’s twice. Embarrassingly, you’re the reason the bottle only has a few sips remaining.

“Are we ready?” Venti asks, practically sparkling. His glass has been emptied and you expected him to drink the bottle clean, but he holds his gaze on you. His smile is dangerously sweet.

“F—for what?” you say.

He gets up from his seat and extends his hand.

“We’re learning how to aim an arrow straight to the heart!”

Ready.

Venti stands at the plaza, strumming his lyre to the crowd of kids. With the setting sun as his backdrop—dashes of pink, purple, and orange—the stage is spectacular. You’re behind the pillar, occasionally peeking past its structure to catch glimpses of the performer who has captivated his audience. Your grip on your letter tightens.

“When it comes to a confession, you have to catch them at the right time,” Venti instructs as he walks along the night streets of Mondstadt. His shoulders bump into yours whenever you sway, the result of alcohol sloshing inside your stomach.

“And what do you mean by ‘the right time’?”

“When your heart is ready.”

“How will I know?”

“You’re asking me?”

“I’m serious, Venti.”

“Pray tell, why do you seek the answer so earnestly?”

“If I don’t, it’ll haunt me.”

“I think you already have your answer.”

Today is the day.

Aim.

The music fades. An applause follows shortly, mixed with high-pitched cheers. You stroke the letter, anxious. When a kid shouts for an encore, you’re unclear if that’s a blessing to have seconds more to think this through or a curse to stretch the anticipation thin.

“Is there a manual? Do I need to have nice scenery?”

“I quite like when the sun is setting,” he says.

You let out a soft gasp. “You do? Are confessions nicer at twilight?”

Venti shrugs. “The liminal space between day and night—romantic, don’t you think? But what’s of greater importance is to have you and the person fully present.”

He stops walking to turn and graces you with his ever-changing coloured eyes.

A blurry figure passes. It’s a mother dragging her child away from the plaza. He whines, using his whole body to resist his mother’s pull, but his mum persists.

Venti should be smelling the surrounding flowers or counting his cash—most importantly, he’ll be alone. If you’re not quick, you’ll miss this moment.

You set your sight on the banks of the statue of Barbatos.

It’s empty.

“Greetings,” a voice says.

You bump into the pillar and groan in pain. The person grabs your shoulders, preventing you from stumbling backwards.

You turn and are caught in blue eyes that shine like stars against the darkening sky.

“Venti! You gave me a fright!”

“Sorry,” he giggles before checking you for wounds. His touches leave you in a trance, and a gentle gale strokes your face, its comfort like a hammer crashing the pile of worries you had. The rising moon spotlights him. Maybe it is the trick of moonlight, but the ends of his teal braids glimmer.

“What’s this?” Venti asks. “Is that a letter?”

You place your hands behind your back, pressing yourself against the pillar.

“Nothing,” you utter.

He places his hands on his hips, unconvinced, and questions again, “Then why are you hiding it?”

“It’s not important.”

He raises an eyebrow, a playful grin stretches across his face. ��Not of importance? More reason for me to take a look, don’t you think?”

“Well…” You bite the insides of your cheeks. This was not the plan. You want to burn this letter and bury its ashes so as not a single speck gets found—

“I’m just playing,” he laughs. Your chest lightens, relief the letter isn’t a point of focus anymore. However, edges of his lips pull up, mischief in his eyes. You swallow. “The real question is why are you hiding behind the pillar?”

“I’m not hiding!”

“Then why not join the crowd when I perform? I was heartbroken to see my number 1 fan being so shy… unless… you wanted me all to yourself?”

Your cheeks burn.

“I knew this wouldn’t work.” You stare at the ground, lifting yourself to your toes, preparing to sprint. “I’m sorry, I should—”

Venti grounds you by pressing your shoulders.

“Calm down. I have no clue what’s going on.”

It’s your turn to be in disbelief.

“Really,” he pats you and that soft breeze returns. “So… why are you behind this pillar?”

A shiver runs down your spine. It’s not from the wind or the stone pillar. It’s from the way his eyes glint, like a pirate towards his treasure.

You bite your lips and swallow.

“And when that person gives his full attention…” Venti comments, his sentence hanging in the air.

There is only one thing left, and you both know what it is.

Fire.

“I like you.”

After sleepless nights, you found a suitable rhyme. The poem in your hands encapsulated everything you wanted to say unwillingly compressed into 5 stanzas, stitched and glued with emotions, yet nothing could beat these simple words.

(Simple. It rings in your head according to the way Venti said it at the bar.)

You think you see the night sky twinkling in his irises.

His smile grows into a smirk as he leans forward. He tilts his head, and as you stare into the window to his soul, you can’t deny the way his gaze falls to your lips.

Your heart thumps widely—badump, badump, badump, badump.

There it is. The tune your body learnt to hum whenever you’re within his influence. It reaches a crescendo when you close the gap between you and him. Your heart plays a melody you never want to end.

When he pulls away, he whispers into your ear.

“Bullseye.”

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