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mooishbeam · 9 months

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『♡』 Losing Game

♡ featuring: ajax x f!reader

♡ summary: simmering feelings boil over as you're confronted by the man you hate the most; tartaglia, your boss. wc: 3.1k+

♡ cw/tw: afab, degradation, humiliation, creampie, squirting, light choking, sadism, throat-fucking, cum play, fingering, overstimulation, brat taming, mind break, pet names (doll, baby)

notes: hiii, the positive response from the last one motivated me to get this done just in time for Fontaine. kinda long this time so sorry abt that. ajax my beloved <3 art by sonomi_rap5 on twitter comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Working for the fatui wasn’t easy in the slightest, especially when you aren’t on harbinger status. You were sent on long, grueling tasks only to be met with loose interpretations of gratitude and sometimes silence from the higher-ups, in which most wouldn’t even glance in your direction. Pleasant beginnings became a sour afterthought, and your perception of the fatui changed drastically. Your grievances, however, weren’t helped by your quick-witted snappy attitude and competitiveness; Presumably why you ended up under the division of Tartaglia. You assumed a binding contract from the capricious redhead wouldn’t mean much, but that was quickly proven false.

You'd rather climb every mountain in Snezhnaya than spend a minute talking to that airhead. He was instructed to keep a watchful eye on you during missions despite the competence you demonstrated. It was insulting. Anything he did you could do better. It’d been proven multiple times from the petty challenges you created. How much water you could drink, how long you can stay up. You won every time. How could you not hate him? His feigned ignorance and careless flirtations were enough to drive you mad. “Please, call me Ajax” he’d say, winking. The simpering smile he gave you after every comeback shot daggers in your pride. What made you particularly furious was the incessant drum of your heart whenever he was near you. The warm autumn morning that was his hair. The cool still waves his eyes sent to your core. You couldn’t fall for him, or else he’d have one up on you. You had to be stronger than that. You quelled your stress in a tattered journal gifted years ago.

“Hey, comrade!” His bubbly tone makes knots in your stomach, and you choose to stay silent. You’re hoping this mission will go without a hitch, as long as he doesn’t get in your way. Ajax lets out a teasing whistle.

“Yeesh, tough crowd.” As you’re collecting the items needed for the deal, he rocks back and forth on his heels directly in front of you, absent-mindedly watching.

You whip your head to face him, “You can’t see I’m doing something right now?”

“Oh, I see what you’re doing. But this isn’t entertaining.”

“Unlike you, your majesty, I have no choice but to be perfect. I apologize if that’s not exciting enough for you.” You retort with sarcastic curtsy.

“Haha! You’re always a pleasure to be around, (Y/N). My faithful, kind-hearted companion.” he said with a taunting wink. You're beyond flustered, haphazardly stuffing the remains in your bag and lugging it over your shoulder.

“Let's go.” You say lazily. He follows closely, arms crossed behind his head. “Calling me like a dog, how romantic.”

“If you don’t want to be called like a dog stop acting like one.”

“You could at least give me a treat if I'm gonna be your dog.” He looks at you, making his best impression of puppy-eyes. You bite back a few choice words, and glare at him instead. He isn’t fazed by this and flashes a beguiling smile that makes your ears warm. Glancing at the weight you’re shouldering, he comments, “You sure you don’t need any help with that?”

“No. The last person I need help from is you.”

You and Ajax regroup in an alleyway deep in Fontaine’s bustling city. You are assigned to retrieve a rare gem for one of Pantalone’s elaborate schemes, and you quickly prepare yourself for this interaction. Ajax studies you, leaning against one of the walls.

“Can’t you be a little nicer to your superior? If it wasn’t for me, you’d be in a lot of trouble half the time. You’re welcome.” You scoff. “I don’t know why you’re here in the first place, I have no problem doing this on my own.”

“I’m sure. Don’t mind me, Ms. Independent.” A sly smirk crawled up his face. “Fucking asshole” you mumble under your breath. “I didn’t catch that. Can you repeat it?”

“I said you’re a fucking asshole.” After a few moments of silence, Ajax grips his chest in feigned agony. “Ouch. I’m gutted!”

Just as you're about to leave, he snatches your wrist, now only mere inches away from your face. His hand gently brushes away the strays of hair on your forehead. “There you go, doll. Gotta be perfect for your debut.” A whirlwind of emotions strangles your ability to think clearly, you pull your wrist away and start speed walking, attempting to gather yourself before you get to the jewelry store.

You enter the empty store and are immediately confronted by the jeweler.

“Good afternoon, ma’am. Do you have an appointment?” You proclaim your business and appointment under a fake identity, posturing yourself as wealthy. “May I see identification please.” Of course, you say. As you’re looking through your purse you notice something: there’s no identification here. Surely you weren’t that negligent over something so simple. You rummaged through the other compartments, trying to stay calm in front of an increasingly concerned jeweler. But it’s not there. How is this possible. Your nerves are heightened and the anxiety of failing the mission starts to creep in. “I made an appointment with Lottie; she’ll be able to provide reference. I believe I left my passport at home.” The jeweler seems slightly disappointed. “Unfortunately, ma’am, I am not allowed to present any gems without identification.” Your heart beats faster. “Well, sir, I’m very busy and I’m afraid this is my only chance to close on this item. You wouldn’t want to push away a well-paying customer.”

“I have no choice in the matter. If you have no proof of identification, I must ask you to leave.” Should I take it by force? You thought, thinking about the next possible option. As you’re about to handle the rest physically, the door swings open. Ajax comes up to you, placing his arm around your waist.

“My love, were you able to get the gem we were discussing?” You’re annoyed, but you improvise and look at him as if he’s the love of your life. “Not yet, dear.” Suddenly, he places a plush kiss on your lips. You’re stunned and speechless, filled with anger and wanting.

The jeweler interjects. “And are you the husband? Would you happen to have any identification.”

“Yes, sir.” Ajax pulls out a passport and fake birth certificate unbeknownst to you and begins to close the deal. The rest of the meeting you sit speechless.

“Thank you for your patronage.” are the last words you hear as you leave the store, Ajax guiding you with his hand. You’re silent the whole way back to your room.

You turn your bag upside down and begin looking for the mismatched documents. All while Ajax stares at you expectingly. You ignore his presence.

“So... how about a ‘you’re welcome?’”

“For what.”

He lets out a mocking laugh. “For what? I don’t know, maybe saving your ass back there? You froze, and you were unprepared, Ms. Independent.”

“I wouldn’t have forgotten it if it wasn’t for the obnoxious bullshit you did this morning.”

“That’s dishonest, I wasn’t even talking!” he pretends to be hurt. “Admit that you need me.”

“Fuck off.”

“No.” His light-hearted inflection vexes you and makes it hard for you to focus as you read through the mountains of pages in your folder.

While your head is down, Ajax comes across the tattered notebook just peeking out from under the bed. Storing the months—no years—of feelings you had regarding the fatui. Regarding him. Some time passes and you finally raise your head, met with the horrifying reveal of him skimming through the journal, mischief coating the deep void in his eyes. You spring up and reach for the book but he’s faster, grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head.

“This is really good stuff... really good.” You shout profanities over and over, anything to get his attention away from the book. But he continues to read as if you’re not there. When he’s done reading, he lets you go, and you instantly try to swing at him. Before you can land a hit, he grabs you by the throat and stares into your soul, almost as if he’s trying to swallow your being.

“You’ve been acting like a little fucking brat all over a crush? Not very big girl of you.”

“I know you think you’re beyond charming, but I promise you don’t have that effect on me.”

“Really? Let’s play a game then.” He knew you’d accept just to beat him at anything.

“If you don’t cum by the end of this journal, I’ll apologize for everything. I’ll do whatever you want. But if I win-” he steps closer to you, “You have to do everything I say.”

You almost burst out laughing. Such an easy challenge, how hard could it be?

You're panting, trying your hardest to focus on the words that seemed to melt off the page. Your back lays comfortably against his chest, with his legs keeping yours spread.

“Next page, baby.”

“Don’t call me that.” Your words are lenient and breathy. Your underwear is still on, but Ajax’s fingers are covered in your slick, playing with the erect nub just enough to make you fuzzy. “You look like you’re tapping out.”

“This? This is nothing” You respond meekly, continuing the reading.

“I can’t help but have fe-elings for himph.”

“There’s some nice things about me in here, why aren’t you always like this?” He says, circling and dipping into your gushy folds, smearing the glossy mess all over your vulva. You try so hard to read the letters, squirming from his touch. The sensation pulsing from your clit to your brain made you incoherent; the more you move, the more he moves. The contents of the journal are humiliating, detailing your romantic and sexual attraction towards Ajax, and your attempts to stifle these feelings. He was getting a kick out of seeing your flustered face stammer over his appearance. He plays with the precum glazing his fingers, widening them to watch the trail it left. Only two more pages left.

“I-I-” You couldn’t get through the first sentence on the last page. Your thighs are trembling, and your pussy began to twitch. “Uh, s-shit. Ajax, wai-.” He trails his fingers over your clit spelling his name, then pushes two inside, fighting back an amused grin. “You’re almost done” Teasing in your ear. You bite back the moans threatening to escape; at the very least you couldn’t give him that satisfaction. He watches you fall apart, shaking more aggressively before your body gives in and you cum on his fingers.

“Uh oh, that’s unfortunate.” You try your best to catch your breath, but he rides out your orgasm, making you subconsciously grind yourself into his palm. Then you’re struck with the reality of losing. He licks his fingers clean, eyes rolling back from the taste. “So fucking good, does being a bitch make you taste better?” You were too embarrassed from the loss to retort. “You won.”

“I did.” He lifts you off the bed and onto the floor, your legs still recovering. He hikes your shirt up, trailing kisses up your stomach until he gets to your nipples. He flicks and sucks one while kneading the other one, occasionally biting the slightly bruising flesh. “Not gonna moan for me, huh baby?”

“Not in the slightest.” You rasped. He smiles and blows cool air on your tits, sending a rippling feeling down your back. “That’s okay, you’ll give in.”

Ajax unbuttons his pants, and they drop in front of you. Unsheathing his thick throbbing length, drooling with desire. His balls are full and heavy, and as you look up at him his eyes are clouded with lust. The pretty freckles that dotted his arms and chest are much more visible now, and so are his battle scars. He breathed in deep, "take care of this for me, yeah?” You wanted to say no and say fuck this; but there was another side that wanted him desperately, that needed this.

You force your jaw open to accommodate his size and push yourself halfway on his girth, feeling his cockhead hit the back of your throat. Once you feel like you got it in, you slobber all over his cock, dampening his balls and begin to bob your head. You stroke with one hand and massage his sack with the other, leading to a breathy whimper from him. “Ah fuck, feels good. Suck it slow, slut.” You begin to move faster while cupping his balls, obscene noises leaving your sopping mouth. You have tears running down your sweating face trying to keep up with the vigorous movement of your tongue. You feel him throb a few times, his moans and grunting getting progressively louder.

“Need more” is all he says, putting one of his legs on the bed and grabbing both sides of your head. Before you can register what’s happening. Ajax pushes your head onto his cock until your nose reaches his pubes. He lets out a breathy sigh and starts throat fucking you with an animalistic grip. The gagging and spit noises echo off the walls, along with his continuous whimpering. You wanted to hate him, but your blood was buzzing, and your panties were drenched. “Shut up and take it” followed by broken fuck’s and yes’s. He threw his head back, hair slicked and torso gleaming with sweat, “look at me.” You reluctantly look up, addicted to his passionate expression. “I want you looking at me when I cum.” You grip his thighs, and he twitches a few times before spurting white, thick cum down your throat. He pulls out slightly to drag his semen over your lips and then taps it on your face, holding you in place.

“What are you doing? Clean me up.” he husked. You clean him up without complaint and lick your lips, forced to maintain eye contact with him the entire way.

In one swoop, Ajax picks you up and throws you on the bed, eager to get your underwear off. “You proved your point, stop being an ass" you slurred out. The room was intoxicating, all you could smell and feel was him. He takes your panties off, spreading your pussy to watch the slippery puddle dribble down your thighs. He shoves your panties in your mouth, “Fucking liar, I know you like it. Can’t taste how wet you are?” He aligns himself with your aching hole, keeping your arch steady with you bent over. Shoving his cock in, moaning from the feeling of your body perfectly molding for him. Ajax starts moving at a rapid pace quickly, his big slender hands tightly gripping your ass. The sound of wet sticky skin slapping together and the squelching from your core made you shudder. It was all too much; you have been teetering on an orgasm since you went down on him, and the way his balls thump your clit make you quiver.

“Whiny brat. Just needed to be fucked good to shut up, yeah?” he groaned through his words. Tears were coming down your eyes now, you can’t tell if he’s edging you by accident or on purpose. But right now, you’d do anything. He turns your head to face him, gazing at your tear-stricken face. “Aww, you cryin’ for me?” He stops to kiss and lick your tears, delighted by your tenderness. Taking the panties out your mouth, he brings your body flush with his and continues to pump inside with you looking at him.

“So sweet all of a sudden, where’d that attitude go?” The morals you had for moaning went missing and mewls and soft whimpers began to leave you. “Let it out, baby.” You’re suddenly babbling please’s begging for him to let you have it. “Pathetic, can’t even get off on your own. You need me that bad?” You nod repeatedly, dangerously close to your release. He had a dark look in his eyes and a sinful smirk. “Yeah? Okay, you’ve been so good.” He reaches down and starts to rub your clit ceaselessly, kissing your cheek. Your whimpers become loud shaky moans and he finally lets you have it, shockwaves going through your body as you’re dissolved into pleasure. You pulsate through the explosion, jello-brain and boneless as your cum leaks down his thighs. Just as he pulls out and flips you over. You’re dizzy and drunk off him, legs shaking indefinitely from the intensity. Then he puts it back in. “You can take one more, yeah baby?” Your overstimulated and violent shaking wasn’t enough for him to stop. He wanted you ruined. He keeps going, grabbing your face to kiss you deeply, tongues intertwining with each other. He feeds you deep strokes, tip prodding your spot every time and watching as your tits bounce. You throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You have no thoughts, only his name rings in your head. You can feel the coil inside you winding up, pleasure beyond the searing pain of your swollen pussy. He looks down at you and smiles.

“Look at me." You can’t hear anything at this point, not even the sound of your own voice. So, it’s a pleasant surprise when your voice carries his name, “Ajax, Ajax”, chanting as if he’s your god. “Fuck. Gonna cum. Let it out. baby” he says grinning. You’re clamping him so tight and throbbing until you ultimately shatter with him, releasing a stream of squirt onto him and the sheets. He bucks into you, letting out thick spurts, panting heavily as he watches you in disarray. You instinctively hold on to his arms, trembling uncontrollably as you try to search for breath and ride it out. You’re completely hysterical and sobbing from the emotion it ripped into you. You were in shambles and Ajax couldn’t help but smile out of happiness for what he caused. “I’m so sorry.” you say repeatedly, eyes shut and lined with tears. He got closer to wrap you in his arms, and you cling to him for stability. “It’s okay, I’m here for you.”

You didn’t want to talk about it when you woke up. You were hoping he’d be gone, and therefore wouldn’t have to deal with the humiliation. But there he was, watching you sleep just as the sun rose. His ginger hair danced with golden flecks of light, and he looked at you like you were the only person on Teyvat.

“Creep.”

“Good morning to you too, baby~.”

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shyhaya · 1 month

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Hii! Can i plzzzplz request hcs/ or scenario of Barou,Rin, Kunigami and isagi liking the manager of their schools soccer team :DD???

Hi darling, here's your request! please forgive me for taking so long

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Oh Wait, Am I In Love? [Barou Shoei, Itoshi Rin, Kunigami Rensuke & Isagi Yoichi x GN! Reader / SFW]

❯── Barou ──❮

What an interesting situation.

I don't think he would notice his own feelings towards you until he's in too deep.

His teammates certainly noticed before him but they were all scared of telling him anything.

Nevertheless, maybe he heard them talking about his 'soft' if we can call it that attitude towards you.

He did treat you like a peasant, like everyone else, but he actually listened to you when you talked.

Plus, you got to be around him and even tease him sometimes and not even once he reacted brashly towards you!

Everyone in the team is shocked.

When he finally realizes this fact, his entire view of you changed slightly.

Now he understood why he tolerated your presence and even liked to hang out with you.

He was a bit clueless on how to approach you on this topic, but he's driven by the thought of possibly having even more of your attention.

Congratulations! You've been promoted from useful peasant to the King's consort! :3

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❯── Rin ──❮

This one's tough.

Rin can be dense sometimes, but he was the first one to realize he fancied you.

It wasn't even obvious to anybody else, but he noticed the slight changes. How he found you attractive and not a lukewarm like the others.

He liked your advice and actually followed it, and your presence always helped him concentrate or not during practice and even real games.

But what is Rin Itoshi if not a stubborn brat?

He wouldn't tell you about his feelings right away.

If someone notices his almost kind attitude towards you he would deny it or just say it isn't anyone's business.

Soon though, he gets jealous of the rest of team because they're all nice and close to you.

This would be enough for the dam he built to contain his feelings to break.

He had a feeling you liked him too, so there's no way he's letting you go.

Good luck.

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❯── Kunigami ──❮

Oh, Rensuke baby, love, honey- I'll stop now.

He's clueless at first.

You're really nice to everyone, so he naturally gets along with you.

He doesn't find different how he's soon hanging out with you often he's like a big puppy!

During practice he's focused and still can't help but to glance at your direction, finding you adorable as you watch the practice match and how your eyes sparkle as they meet his.

Every time someone from the team mentions you, he immediately perks up.

His teammates realize this and they are the ones who make him realize.. he did like you, but in a whole different way than the rest of them did.

After that he gets a bit flustered every time you're close or when you get worried if he gets hurt during a game or practice.

He's an honest guy though, so he would tell you. No beating around the bush.

He's hopeful that you'll accept him, and can't wait to have you his own I accept my love, I'll even marry you if you want-

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❯── Isagi ──❮

Man, he realized his feelings for you fast.

He was kinda clueless at first, but after analyzing your interactions and how he couldn't help but to admire you, he accepted he was smitten.

He's the one who's all flustered when you're being your usual kind self and asking him if he's alright.

Stutters a bit more and is distracted by how pretty you are.

It's adorable how he tries to act normal but he's also trying to compliment you and maybe give you some clues about how he feels.

All of his teammates notice this and soon they're all teasing him every time they see him looking at you during practice.

He wants to test the waters first, figure out if you like him before he confesses.

If he notices even a slight chance of you liking him back, then he will take the chance. It's what s striker does anyway.

He's so sweet when he actually tells you.

Please say yes, this guy spent all night thinking of all the possible scenarios of how his confesión would go.

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mellowwillowy · 4 months

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𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬

Your lover is forced to work far away from you and they are just not having it! They should be breathing the same air as you and not be put far away! Alas, they don't have a choice but to finish this errand quick.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 is not having it. Being away from you for a long time for this silly field trip wannabe? Why must his loyal, mafia ass-shit client get himself into another trouble that requires him to work on-site, away from the house, away from you?

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 will actually make a manual on handling every possibility that he could think of happening to you and hand it to his men and the maids working. What to do if Spouse doesn't want to eat? What to do if Spouse is suddenly sick? What to do if Spouse is throwing tantrum-

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 bets that anyone who upset Spouse while he was away will have their fingers removed, the number of fingers removed depends on how fatal their mistake was although he was positive that his and this annoying Mafia Ringleader's men are trained enough to prevent that from happening.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 will get you some gifts, lots of gifts. Really, he's a simple man. Oh and if by chance you two manage to have children, they only get 1/10 what he gets for you. Cry about it, brats.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 will turn all explosive toward anyone who slows down his work, your average angry demanding boss except that he doesn't explode with illogical bullshits. Might accidentally smack Kaspar (the client) once right in his face out of fuming anger.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 who will be all clingy (rare, very rare) once he gets home because dude. He was away for some time, looking at all these mf faces that were not even you. Give him lots of cuddles, and kisses and just treat him like a puppy for today because he will return to normal again the next day, IT'S YOUR ONLY CHANCE.

"Woah, you get a lot for me, dear. How about I share some with the kids?" (If you have it) "Sure, but I doubt they can use any of it." Yulian replies nonchalantly as he watches you unwrap everything. He is a menace for purposely picking up stuff the kids won't be able to use (haha!).

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 gets all grumpy for it! Do they think it's fun having to trick you into allowing him to go on this shitty field trip? Ohhh come on now, you know he works as some sort of programmer or hacker, one that definitely doesn't need him to work ON SITE!!

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 will have to force both of your friends (and his) to take care of you. As much as you all are close to each other, he is not a fan of letting them watch you in his stead. Sure, this close friend of yours is used to taking care of you, you once lived with him after all.

But the jealousy factor of not being able to manage everything is still there! And his childhood friend, she might have a bad influence on you for the month he is away! Sure, your friend will not allow that but he's just skeptical of everyone! He doesn't trust anyone but him holding the leash to your coll- ekhem, watching you.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 will get all explosive, irrationally too. Not only toward people who slow his work down but to all his men. Trust me, it was hell for everyone. One wrong word and a punch will meet their face~

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 will actually spare some time to get gifts for you and the others, of course, they only get a portion of what he gets for you. Will smile for once after a while at the thought of you unwrapping the presents eagerly and scare his men for a moment (Is boss finally losing it?)

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 will try his best to come home unscratched. Work is tough, yes but seeing you chiding him in worry is tougher! The more bruised up he is, the harder it'll be for him to slip out like an eel next time!

"Are you seriously only giving us these after all the troubles we have, taking care of your little friend?!" "God, look at what he got for you, let's swap." "Nuh-uh, get lost, Lemon." Blue cackles at the sight of you beaming from the gifts he hand-picked for you. Ah right, the gifts for the others are picked by his men since he can't be bothered about it.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐇𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 is not a shady asshole like 𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 so no field trip.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 is rather indifferent about this. What can he do about this? Pass it and have people shoot him daggers from every angle for being irrational? Oh lol no, mon chèri. He values his life as much as he values yours.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 will station all his men to keep you safe and give everyone notice of 'whoever fucks up will have their head hung'. Effective enough to ensure the maids from doing anything dumb to you.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 is not as wary as Yulian but he is also not a lenient one as well. You get what the others get. Fuck around while he's away and find out what he has in store for you. Definitely not a pleasant one.

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 will surprisingly get something for you though just one. Quality over quantity, he'll quote. He was just too busy and unbothered to get something for you out of no occasion going on. Besides, he could just get you some when he is more relaxed and not so on guard like this. Wouldn't want to get all bruised up or even dead just because he is in a hunt for presents!

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 is as normal as usual. No explosive behavior, this is his 'daily' work. He's used to being away from you and he is used to being absent from your presence. (Bro literally wait for you to awaken from your coma).

𝐘𝐚𝐧! 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 will smile at the sight of you unwrapping the said gift. He is content enough to see you awake and reacting to his gift, either with a scowl or a smile, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you are awake to see what he has bought for you.

"You know, I've always wished you could at least wake up and see the mountain of gifts I had prepared for you. But then I realized, no mountain of surprises would ever wake you up so I dusted it all down as a log of firewood." "You are just making up that story so that I will feel romantic about being given just a TRINKET?" 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 looks away from you comically while you shake him hard. That said, he means every word of it. (Angst baby)

Note: I am rolling, why is everyone here so petty? Yulian to his (if he has) kids, Blue to Lemon and Grape while Eleanor just 👨🏻‍🦯

#Yandere x Reader #Yandere Scenarios #Yulian the Corruption #Eleanor the Finale #Seth the Resistance #Blue the Boyfriend #LIfE Project #Yandere OC #Yandere Writing #X GN Reader

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scaredofbrits · 29 days

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having the afton men as your bosses

william afton & micheal afton hcs

nsfw headcannons will be colored red.

william afton ✦

• he was a very serious man, to say the least. he didnt want any of his workers to see him act like a goof.

• "none of you will be prepared for the real world if you cannot behave correctly at your job."

• but then you came along. and every bit of respect he had for his reputation was shattered. not with other people, of course, but with you.

• instead of seeing william as your tough boss, you saw him as your literal reason to wake up everyday.

• and to him, you were his pretty little assistant. his good girl, even.

• sometimes, he'd give you extra work just to see you everyday.

• and other times, that work would lead to staying at the job extra late.

• once you would finish all that hard extra work, he'd reward you in various ways.

• "you did such a good job for me." he'd grin as he fingered you with all his power and speed.

• "my slutty little assistant fucking herself on my fingers.."

• his praise and degrading could drive anyone crazy for more.

• when you two would have sex during work hours, he'd tease you about noise the whole time.

• "shhhh, you don't want all your friends to know how cock thirsty you are.." and he'd cover your mouth.

• he made more than sure to fuck you so rough that your moans were extremely loud, and youd leave his office embarrassed.

• but what you didnt know was that the walls were soundproof. he just liked fucking around with you.

• nothing surprised him more than seeing your whore side for the first time. and oh did he love seeing it.

micheal afton ✦

• he was super sweet to all of his workers. bringing gifts, joking around, and being kind overall was his specialty.

• "how did you all sleep today?" he'd say over the intercom with genuine curiosity.

• once you had become his assistant, he could not resist you. a different side of him came along. a more needy one.

• he was always buying you gorgeous flowers every single day. and even though you were his assistant, he demanded nothing from you.

• and since he was an amazing conversation starter, you'd usually be found sitting on top of his desk talking to him.

• when your shift was over, he'd always say "time goes by so fast, doesnt it?" and that was his trick to make you stay.

• "a few more minutes, please? i'll do anything, gorgeous, please." was his other go to.

• he loved seeing you on top of his desk like you owned it. and he also loved seeing you mess around with his name plate on the desk. just fidgeting with it.

• and he wished youd fidget with him. just use him and treat him like your little fuck toy.

• one time, you wore a skirt to work. and of course that pervert kept sneaking glances at your revealed thighs and panties. those sights made his cock throb.

• and when he got horny? oh you were in for it. so much begging. "touch me please please please. look at how hard i am baby, please."

• "its okay if you dont wanna touch me, i'll touch myself and you can watch. tell me thats okay mommy. please."

• it was definitely hard to say no, especially with those puppy eyes he'd give. he acted like you getting rid of his boner was the best thing to ever happen to him.

• and when youd suck him off occasionally, he would absolutely lose it. he loved your mouth so much and he felt the need to repay you the same way.

• if you pleased him a certain way, he'd try his hardest to make it up to you the same way. suck him off? he'll eat you out. hand job? you get fingered.

• at the end of the day, all he wanted to do was be a good boy for his gorgeous girl. sometimes flowers didnt feel like enough to please you, so he had to try other ways.

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dungeonpuppykai · 2 months

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Dating Joel Miller

Pairing: Bf!Joel Miller | Reader.

Warning(s): Age gap (reader is in their 20's), allusions to mature activities, mild d/s dynamics, fluff, cg!Joel, Daddy kink, begging, making out. I'll be safe and say minors do not interact.

Setting: TLOU 2.

He's definitely an experience.

Single-handedly rocks your world in more ways than one.

So, so laid-back it's fucking sexy.

Definitely tames the brat out of you.

What he says goes because he's older and knows better.

Or?

You live to learn he was right.

So smug when that happens.

Not very vocal about his feelings but cares for you so much.

The littlest of things that can easily be missed, Joel makes a point of remembering.

Won't ever openly admit it though.

Tough love in an endearing way.

From your favorite snacks to your preferred clothing, to the kinds of flowers or things you like to collect to getting you food whenever he does for himself and picking out the condiments you dislike to being mindful of the drink you prefer with it, he's got it all covered.

A total ass when it comes to training and you best believe he doesn't hold back on it. After everything that's happened, he wants you to be prepared for anything and everything.

Only rolls his eyes and shakes his head when you're being the kid that you are with Ellie and Co.

Simply snorts when you all tease him for being a geezer.

Because he knows that all it takes him is one certain look if it goes too far.

And you are whimpering into your place like a puppy yanked by their leash.

Besides, you can act all high and mighty as you want, Joel knows that the one who will have you all whiny, grabby and mushy underneath them will be him.

Whenever he wants.

You're down so bad for him, oh my God.

He knows it, and that's exactly why he doesn't get riled up when foolish little boys try their luck on you.

Well, that is, not usually.

Loves to tease you and make you beg after you've acted out all day.

"Oh, but I thought I was an old man who 'just didn't get' y'all, huh baby?" And you're a quivering, panting mess with your limbs tangled in his.

Great. Fucking. Kisser.

Hot, sloppy, wet, sense melting, passionate kisses while his calloused hands roam all over you, occasionally squeezing the parts that cause you to make such a huge mess in your pants that he tuts when he feels it through your clothes.

"Noooo, Daddy…" You're literally aching.

"Tell me what you want, baby. Say it for Daddy and he will give it to ya" you are a writhing mess as your hips grind against his and you hump yourself on one of his thighs.

"Please, Daddy… Need you so bad, Daddy… Please use me~" it depends on his mood how he treats you in bed though.

Some days he could be the most tender lover with gentle caresses, featherlight touches, cotton-soft pecks and passionate love making.

Other days include him pressing your face down into the mattress as his huge cock hammers in and out of your leaking slit, rough bites littering your skin as you struggle to breathe through the animalistic fucking.

Nothing gets you to cum harder than when he sometimes wraps his hand around your throat, features stern with all that's taking him not to just obliterate you.

Some days though, he likes to combine the two styles.

Eats you out like a starved wolf.

But can take his sweet time with that as well.

Lets out the deepest, most throaty grunts when you suck his dick.

Has a couple ways of reprimanding you if you're too clumsy and neglectful with yourself.

No one else is allowed to give you any shit though.

Isn't overbearingly domineering at all.

He knows you're young and dumb and will need to make some of your own mistakes to learn.

Always there for you with open arms to console you when you do.

Your silly little friend group definitely knows when to make themselves gone when Joel decides that he's had enough of sharing you for the day and wants you all for himself.

It's always subtle; like a gentle caress on your shoulder or a soft nudge in your side. Sometimes it can be a claiming hand on your lap. And then everyone knows that it's time to scurry out.

Doesn't always play voluntarily.

But when he does, it's for you.

Especially if there's a storm, or you're extra sensitive from playtime, or just emotional in general. Sometimes he's just feeling affectionate.

Will usually deny it like his life depends on it but there are certain songs, a specific range of lyrics and a peculiar sort of tunes that he plays only for you.

Every now and then you crawl into his lap after an intimate session and ask him to teach you how to play a song or two.

Then hours pass with you two just huddled into each other, strumming melodies to life as your naked back presses into his strong chest, your ass fitting perfectly in the crook of his abdomen as he rests his chin on your head and revels in your scent.

Sometimes he slowly cockwarms you in that position as well.

Cannot sleep without you.

He wasn't always like this.

But there's no going back now.

Joel is sure to keep tossing and turning until you're locked up close in his arms.

Your safety and well-being is his top priority.

Always.

Playing TLOU again and boy am I needy for this grizzly bear. Also I haven't watched the show but I love Pedro so yeah. Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated <3

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veala2 · 8 months

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“ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.”

SYNOPSIS - It was just a simple day at the market, and yet something about him seemed off than what you usually know. Not a bad off, just an off… and then you realized something more.

CW - fluff to the max, fem!reader (no mention of certain physical attributes), just a sweet read before you go to sleep. (´∀｀)♡

A/N - life is getting tough once again, so this was a good pick me up to write. hope you all enjoy it as I did making it!

Sometimes it’s often forgotten how bustling an island market can be while on a ship. The many vendors exhaustingly attempting to sell their goods, customers haggling and bargaining while they can, the loud noises and over all craziness that can ensue in just one day. It was easy not to miss.

So, when your dear cook asked if you’d like to come along with him to get groceries, you agreed in the hopes of a quiet day. But that was far from the case, at the moment.

“Damn, I forgot how crazy this place can be.” You said, astounded and a little nervous. Sanji simply laughed and motioned his hand towards you.

“If you feel overwhelmed, just grab my hand. I promise I won’t let go, Y/N- swan~”

You giggled at his sweet advances and intertwined your fingers with his. Making his eyes go wide and blood start spilling down from his face. You laughed once again at his silliness, and the two of you made your way through the bustling markets. Hand in loving hand.

The day seemed to go by like a breeze. It was funny how a simple day of buying groceries was as adventurous as discovering a new island. Sanji taught you which fruits and vegetables were ripe and firm, using charm to get the best deal on food, and enjoying the many food stalls scattered throughout the marketplace. With the sun shining brightly up in the sky, and not a single cloud in sight, today was starting to look like one of the best days you’ve ever had since joining the Strawhats.

Though, something peculiar was noticed by you as the day went on. Something that was unusual for anybody who knew Sanji.

During the duration on your trip, not once did the- usually love- sick- cook fawn or glance up at another woman. Which was strange, because even you could notice there wasn’t a lack of them. Women who, once Sanji noticed on his mental radar, would be engrossed by his antics until the moment he sailed off the island.

The chef simply kept his hand in yours. Doing his business and having a good time with you. It was sweet, but suspicious.

You thought maybe there was something more, but never thought deeply about it.

Curiously, you made your way up towards a stall selling different pieces of jewellery. Eyeing them all, almost mesmerised. The love cook noticed how your eyes glistened with the bright and colourful gems and stones.

“Fancy anything you see, dearie?” The elderly vendor asked, a gentle smile on his face. You smiled back and nodded, examining a particular pair of jewels that caught your eye. It wasn’t too heavy, and looked amazing against the colour of your skin. That smile of yours slowly dropped knowing you had just spent all your money on all the other vendors you passed.

Sanji noticed the expression on your face, thinking both to how cute you looked with that puppy-like pout and how many berries he managed to save in his pockets. He fiddled around before scourging up just enough money to pay the man.

“We’ll take it, sir.” He said. You were shocked and confused, grabbing Sanji by the shoulder.

“Sanji! It’s fine, I don’t need it.” You whispered. The old man had already packaged it and handed it to you. Sanji gave you a toothy smile, pulling you closer towards him by putting his arm around your shoulder. You made contact with the side of his body, taking note of his scent. Fresh, warm and spicy cologne. A cool aftershave. And the lingering of his signature cigarettes that somehow added to his incredible smell.

“It’s my treat, don’t worry about it. Any man would buy jewelry for such a beautiful woman as yourself.” He insisted, already thanking the man and walking away with you by his side.

A warm and fuzzy feeling grew from inside the pit of your stomach. You peeked inside the bag, a smile forming on your face. Cheeks round and glowing. That adorable smile that made the love cook fawn over you. Causing yet another round of nose bleeding. It was a safe bet to say there was nothing wrong with Sanji today, but the fact that he wasn’t swooning over the latest women he found in the market had you suspicious. But, you decided to put this off until later. Maybe then you’d figure out why he was being so… himself, but not himself.

As the night started to fall, the crew had rallied up and taken their positions at the dining table for their 5- star meal tonight. As per usual, since their chef wouldn’t make anything but. You peeked around the corner of the kitchen, noticing Sanji adding the finishing touches to the food. The delicious aroma wafting through the air and into your nostrils. If you hadn’t come to the kitchen specifically for Sanji, then you most certainly would have just a taste of his latest dish.

“Sanji!” you called, jumping up from around the corner. The man spun around, his eyes turning to hearts at the sight of you in front of him.

“Mon cheri! I’m so happy you’ve come to see me!” he announced, a stupidly cute grin plastered on his face. He noticed something shine from near you, stopping and gawking at what it was. The piece of jewellery looked even better on you than he ever could have thought or even dreamed. His face said everything it ever could have, and you couldn’t help smiling like an idiot, too.

“I take it, you fancy it?” You asked, in the same manner the vendor. He shook his head up and down fast. Going down to grasp one of your free hands and planting a soft kiss on it. You felt the heat rise up inside of you.

“You look like a true goddess, an enchantress of another world! My dear, you truly don’t know what kind of hold you have on me.”

God, could he be more idiotically charming?

“Do you mean that? Cause I saw how you weren’t really… yourself in the market today. You didn’t fawn or swoon over all the girls there like you usually would.” You expressed, awkwardly shuffling your feet and gazing at the ground. He gave you a look of confusion, tilting his face to the side, puppy- like.

“Why would I when I already have a beautiful lady here, right by my side?”

It felt like your heart was about to explode. Explode into small bits as cupid’s arrows have struck you right in the centre. You lunged at him, engulfing him in a bear hug. Hiding your face in his shoulder and taking in that scent that you loved so dearly. Sanji soothingly patted the back of your head and caressed your back with loving circles.

“Your stupid, you know that…” was all you could mutter, still hiding in his shoulder. He simply laughed and held you tighter.

“Sweetheart, the food is starting to get cold. So let’s go enjoy it before that happens.” He advised, having you quickly agree and already start to drool at the thought of eating. Sanji couldn’t help but laugh some more at your antics.

The entirety of the night, you couldn’t help but glance at Sanji at the dinner table. Him doing the exact same. Besides Luffy’s grabby hands at the others' foods, and Brook causing Nami to yet another angry punch, and everybody else’s antics, you felt as if it was just the two of you at the dinner table. Neither of you knew, but you were both thinking about how lucky you were to have each other in this lifetime.

Turns out there was something more. And you loved it.

#one piece x reader #op x reader #one piece #one piece x you #sanji x reader #sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji #blackleg sanji #op sanji #funny little french man is stealing #stealing hearts!

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venomous-ragno · 1 year

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Ghost and König with a reader who has a big dog

Tags: Ghost x reader, König x reader, gn!reader, domestic, fluff

Warnings: None

König

• Puppy. Big puppy.

• Immediately drops into a baby talking your dog, petting him and asking all kinds of questions.

• Will buy a pack of dog treats and keep in on him at all times; you gotta remind him not to feed it too many treats.

• Your dog will love this man. König has the stamina to spend hours playing and walking the dog.

• Easily picks your dog up and cuddles him like it's nothing. Motivates himself during workouts that he's got to be strong to pick up that cute pupper of yours.

• Genuinely doesn't get how other people can be scared of dogs.

• Will invite the dog to sleep on your shared bed. Pouts when you say no.

• Good luck fighting for space with those two. They're big and will take up enough space to squeeze you to death; on the other hand though it's wonderfully warm in winter, but actual hell in summer.

• Beach trips anyone? König will take you and the dog up to the Nordsee, where he spent many vacations with his family as a kid. There's dog friendly beaches and good ice cream, what's not to love?

• König tries to call and text as much as he can when on deployment. He asks how you're holding up and in the bext breath demands a photo of you and your dog. He'll set is as his phone background.

Ghost

• More cynical than König.

• He's fought his fair share of trained dogs and knows how deadly they can be at the snap of a finger.

• He won't be mean to your dog or anything, but he'll keep a respectable distance until he grows fond of it.

• Dad and the pet he didn't want vibes.

• Very strict in terms of training, playtime or even simple commands.

• Despite that, the water bowl will always have clean, fresh water in it and food will be given right on time.

• The dog has its own resting place. Not on the bed though, never on the bed.

• Okay, maybe he's caved in and let the dog sleep on the bed with him once when you were gone-

• You can babytalk the dog as much as you like, Simon may raise a brow but will remain indifferent to it. But don't you start calling it the nicknames that are reserved for him and him only, you hear?

• Strong advocate of taking the dog with you on vacation. Goes out of his way to make arrangements so it can travel as comfortably as possible, but will grumble when you tease him about it.

• Soon he'll be called into action again. Simon leaves yet again in the name of duty, and it's tough to say goodbye - but he can rest easy now, knowing that you're well protected even when he's gone.

Tag list:

@greenkiki @simli.gul

#call of duty #call of duty fanfic #call of duty headcanons #cod mw2 imagine #call of duty x you #call of duty könig #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader

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hanniiisworld · 1 year

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POV: You were sent on a mission by Katheryne to investigate a strange cave and encountered Xiao… Little did you know, the scent of the cave was making Xiao lose control of himself over you.

BEFORE READING: Female reader, SMUT with plot.

In the world of Teyvat, there are many interesting tales. This story takes place in Liyue. A traveler from afar encountered a Yaksha…

“Traveler, traveler! You need to wake up. Today is another beautiful day!” Paimon yelled.

“Paimon- Can you let me sleep a little longer? I did so much work yesterday.” You said.

“No can do. We have commissions, exploring, and meetings to attend with Zhongli.”

You pulled yourself up with all the energy left in you and stretched.

“Thank you. You’re a very deep sleeper, so Paimon had to shake you up and yell at you.” Paimon complained.

“I must have been exhausted yesterday."

“Yeah, you were fighting monsters left and right and you almost died!” She yelled.

"And what did you do yesterday?" You asked.

"Well, uh…” She paused.

“I watched over you! To ensure you’re safe. Paimon was ready to call Xiao’s name at any moment.”

“You didn’t call him until you saw me almost die from that ruined guard?”

“Well– Xiao is scary. I didn’t want to bother him unless it was a real emergency.”

You sighed.

You opened the closet to change out of my pajamas to your regular clothes.

After you were done, you walked into the streets of Liyue and went to The Adventurer's Guild to receive my commissions for the day.

“Hey, Katheryne!” Paimon waved.

“Traveller, Paimon! You made it in time.”

“Don’t tell me we have to fight monsters again today.” You groaned.

“I apologize for your last commission. Fortunately, this time it does not require violence, I hope.”

“You hope?” Paimon questioned.

Katheryne pulls out a map and lays it on the table. She points to a certain location.

“Some adventurers have requested that you check out this cave. It has been rumored that those who dare enter the Cave Of Nevermore never come out the same.”

“Yikes! That sounds scary. You’re making us risk our lives?” Paimon asked.

“Well, yes. But there is a high reward, one million mora.”

Paimon gasped.

“One million?! Am I hearing that right? Traveler, we could buy anything we want with that!” She excitedly stated.

“Yes, high rewards come with high risks. What do you say, traveler?" Katheryne smiled.

Paimon urged you to say yes with her puppy eyes.

“I’ll take it,” you said hesitantly.

Paimon claps.

"Yippee!"

“Good choice, traveler. I hope to see you next time.”

Katheryne handed you the map.

You grabbed the map from her hand and thanked her.

AT THE CAVE

“I guess this is the location she marked.” You said.

“Gahh... This looks so scary. What if there are creatures in there and they attack Paimon?”

“Calm down, I’m always here to protect you.” You pulled out my blade, preparing to fend off any man or creature.

You slowly entered the cave and noticed a familiar presence.

Tattoos and short hair were all you could see.

It emitted a large amount of smoke and dark energy.

“Is that…” Paimon stared in shock.

“Xiao…?” You finished.

He turns around, surprised as well.

“Traveler...What are you doing here?” He asked.

“We received a commission to investigate this cave.” You replied.

You could tell by his expression and appearance he was in pain.

“Are you okay, Xiao?”

“I’m fine. I’m an Adeptus after all, I can handle more than a mortal can.”

“Xiao… Your wounds… “ You glanced at those deep cuts.

“I carry first aid with me. Allow me to help.”

“No—” He interrupted “You can’t come near me.”

“Xiao, please! You don’t need to act so tough all the time.”

You walked towards Xiao as he backed away into a corner. You weren’t willing to let him suffer from those wounds.

"Gosh! Xiao is stubborn. It won't kill him to get treated like a regular person instead of enduring it forever.” Paimon pouted.

As you got closer, you detected an unusual scent from Xiao. You crouched down in front of him and opened your first aid kit. He still struggled to get away.

“Xiao, please, I’m only here to help,” You said.

You grabbed my bottle of rubbing alcohol and let a tiny portion sit on a cotton pad. You leaned closer to his face until your faces were inches apart. You gently rubbed the cotton pad on his delicate face.

“Ngh…” He whimpered.

“Sorry, I know it’s hurting.” You comforted him.

You lifted the cotton pad from his face and turned around, still on your knees, to get a band-aid.

Suddenly, you felt his body press directly against yours from behind. A soft, slender hand trailed across your body, and you lifted my chin to face him.

“I warned you not to come near.” He lowered his mouth to your ear and whispered. His other hand traveled up your skirt and into your panty. Xiao circled your clit rapidly with his soft hands.

“Uh~ Xiao-” You moaned. Your body sweated intensely. Pre-cum was already all over your underwear as he stimulated your clit even more.

“Please forgive me for this.” Sounds of groans and whimpers escaped his lips when you came all over his fingers.

He brought his head down and bared his sharp fangs. His teeth hooked onto your underwear line and pulled it down smoothly. His breathing got heavier and heavier as he looked down at you with those love eyes. You wanted to move, but your body was frozen in place by shock. Soon, he unbuckled his belt and whipped out his already erect cock.

“My body has felt weird after coming into this cave. Please forgive me.” He mumbled.

You remember feeling strange between your legs when you first entered. The more you stayed, the stronger it became. Maybe it was the odd scent in the air that caused all of this.

“I need some relief too, so don’t hold back,” you said.

With those words, he slid his erect cock into your chamber. Your hole tightened around it instantly.

“It’s tight...” He sounded surprised, but he chuckled soon after. He thrusts it in once more.

“Ah~” You moaned as I struggled to keep my composure.

His pace quickened with time, and also getting rougher as he got closer to his high. After a few more rough thrusts, he finally released his seed inside of you. I came soon after. I was out of breath. You couldn’t stand it anymore. Your knees were sore from withstanding all of this pressure. Xiao noticed this too as you were heavily gasping for air. He put his two hands on your waist and flipped you over on your back, against the wall. He guided your legs to be on his shoulders.

“May I go further?” He asked, still heavily sweating.

“We’ve already crossed the line. Go ahead.” You ensured.

With that, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. He swirled his tongue in your mouth, almost wanting to dominate you completely. Your body relaxed at his touch and youI let my guard down fully for the first time since entering this cave.

As you two made out, his fingers proceeded to enter your wet pussy. The other one lifted up your shirt and cupped your breast. You gasped at the sudden entrance, but you let all your worries away. After all, you were in an Adeptus’s hands. He pulled his lips away from yours and smiled as his fingers continued to pound inside of you. Your mind was foggy as waves of pleasure washed over your entire body. You moan out his name, which only motivated him more. After countless thrusts from his fingers, he pulled it out only to reveal it frosted in cum.

He smirked. He brought the hand dripped with your cum to his mouth and licked it clean in front of you. You blushed at the gesture and giggled. Finally, the Adeptus propped you up and helped you put on your clothes. You looked around to scan your surroundings. Phew… Nothing and no one was there, not even Paimon. Wait, Paimon?! You thought to yourself and ran around, stopping at every corner of the cave to look for her. Xiao was frantically looking for Paimon as well.

“Traveler,” A high voice echoed through the walls. “I got some food!” Paimon laughed. Her arms were filled to the brim with bread, berries, and potatoes. You turned around, eyes filled with relief, and ran up to hug her. Your arms wrap around her tiny body so tight, it caused her to drop all the food to the ground.

“Was I gone that long?” She sighed, patting your head.

Xiao followed along and bent down to pick up the dropped belongings. He tried to avert his eyes somewhere else as he handed them to you. It seems like the effect inside the cave has worn off, for now. There was still a lot of awkward energy between the two of you after what had just happened.

“I think I figured out the mystery about this cave.” You chuckled, leaving Xiao a flustered mess.

“What?! Tell Paimon!” She exclaimed.

“There’s a certain scent in here vthat makes people act different. Some people endure it longer than others, while some only get the effect for a day or so.” You explained, giving a look to Xiao.

“And how’d you find that out?” Paimon looked at you suspiciously.

“I… Just did.” You laughed nervously.

Xiao disappeared at this point to not get any more embarrassed.

#anime and manga #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao smut #xiao genshin smut #xiao genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin impact smut

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ungodly-amounts-of-godly-trauma · 8 months

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wotw round 1

propaganda under the cut!

will graham:

OMG where do I even start??? A lot of the fandom (not the whole fandom, but a lot of them) are obsessed with Will Graham being traumatized helpless baby boy sub and it's just like… Hello? Did you watch the same show as me?

"Oh no he got his brain caught on fire with encephalitis he needs his big strong psychiatrist Hannibal to take care of him and spoon feed him and protect him from the world"

"Oh he's in love with his friend Alana but she just sees him as a friend and a psychiatric project I just need to wrap him in a blanket and cuddle him and protect him from all these people who hurt him"

Like the list goes on and on but guys, come on. Will Graham lives by himself with his 7 dogs and takes care of all of them. He's an FBI agent. HE'S LITERALLY KILLED PEOPLE BOTH WITH HIS BARE HANDS AND WITH WEAPONS. THIS MAN IS A SCRUFFY OUTDOORSMAN WHO'S LIKE 6'0" AND MAYBE NOT BUILT BUT DEFINITELY NOT SCRAWNY AND IN NEED OF PROTECTING. I think a lot of people get caught up in the fact that Will Graham is played by Hugh Dancy and he was very much a "pretty boy" character in a lot of stuff before he played Will Graham and this is also exacerbated by Hannibal being played by Mads Mikkelsen who is "slightly taller rugged silver fox European man who is going to fix my daddy issues" and since Will and Hannibal are the main couple a lot of people are like "well they can't both be big tough top guys so obviously it's the guy who's slightly bigger and buffer and older"

Will Graham is a 38 year old FBI criminal profiler who has killed dangerous people with his bare hands, went to prison for some time, masterfully manipulated others, also hunts and fishes, and he's like very good at reading people and their motivations. Incredibly smart everyday man.

Sweet JESUS sometimes the fandom makes him out to be more of a helpless puppy than he really is. Granted, even if he has his moments of mental vulnerability, it's never treated as weak by the show. He's managed to persist through some of the hardest situations. AND LIKE I GET IT, HE'S REALLY PRETTY WHEN HE'S IN PAIN AND SUFFERING BUT HE'S NOT!!! A BABY!!! Anyway I've seen a lot of fandom takes where he's been twinkified to high hell or portrayed as helpless/submissive and often it entirely diminishes that he's a grown fucking person (who has KILLED AND WILL DO IT AGAIN).

had encephalitis in s1 so everyone calls him sweaty & got framed for murder so when he actually murders people people say it’s not his fault and that he was manipulated into doing so (how do you manipulate someone into putting down a shotgun and beating someone to death with their bare hands when you’re not even there? fuck if i know. also, the manipulator in question (hannibal, his sort of therapist) actively stopped him from killing someone). “someone help will graham” is an actual tag on ao3. people treat him like a child. he is a serial killer and people act like he can’t even feed himself. it’s terrible. will graham is a liar, a murderer, a cannibal, a manipulator, and i love him for it

jason "jd" dean:

shoutout to my lovely friend who knows who they are who talk abt how jd does no wrong and hes so slay when like. he does slay. he did slay. he slayed three whole people. and tried to slay a school. like, jd does a lot of wrong. all he does is wrong. and sometimes the fandom acts like everything he does is super chill and fine and sane, and ignores what he did altogether. like yea christian slater was fit in the movie. yk whats not fit? homocide

hes also treated like an innocent lil baby who can do nothing for himself but im watching the movie rn and he just bashed veronicas head off of an emergency fire hose, and shes apparently the love of his life

#tournament poll #will graham #hannibal #jason dean #jd #heathers #this is my favorite matchup yet. two lovely men who have something deeply wrong with them. and kill also <3 #wotw #round 1

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Attack of the Lady Manager! - with the new appearance of a love-struck, obsessed girl she flips the norms around for the host club members who have much trouble adjusting.

pairing - fem!reader

apart of - ouran add-in

"Oh Tamaki, my dearest Tamaki! Why are you so beautiful?" A brunette girl asked, looking at the man in his expensive outfit. He peered upon her, a pipe in his hand and extensions in his hair.

"I'm hoping to catch your eye, even if for just one second."

"Then why is your voice so very sweet and mellow?" A black-haired student now wondered.

"To set your nerves at ease, so that my true feelings might reach your heart."

"Oh Tamaki," The girls sighed, cheeks flushed. They were hunched around the small coffee table, all trying to get a smidge closer to be more in the presence of the glistening Tamaki.

Over at another table filled with a wide variety of sweets and sparkling outfits, the twins were talking to their group of girls. "I think it's adorable you're wearing matching kimonos," One of them expressed, reaching out to touch a bit of the fabric.

"Our mother designed everything the host is wearing today," Hikaru told the girls. "If you see something you like, we can take an order for you."

"Our grandmother even helped us put them on."

"But you know the only one who will be undressing you is me, Kaoru," Hikaru grabbed his chin, blushing evident on Kaoru's face.

"Hikaru, you're embarrassing me, in front of everybody."

"What a tender embrace," The girls giggled.

Nearby another younger girl complimented the secret one, "Haruhi! You look so cute in your kimono, almost like a girl!"

"Thanks," She smiled lightly.

Y/n was present with her growing group of both genders. She sat in a kimono of a light green color with a matching mask and bows in her hair the same color.

"Y/n! You look so pretty, especially with your bows," A boy complimented, a tough look on his face with sweaty palms reaching for one of the treats.

"Awh, thank you, I'm glad you enjoy them. I was worried they wouldn’t fit me,” she looked down at her lap, soon moving her eyes back up towards her guests and fixing the said accessories.

"They look beautiful on you! Y/n your hair looks so amazing with them," Another boy spoke, who was trying to indulge in some of the offered refreshments but his hand was shaking madly. The boy, who previously spoke, started to move his hand out to touch the bows. He leaned across the table as Y/n was looking down at the secret book on her lap, fingers mere inches away but didn't get the opportunity as his hand was smacked with a pen causing him to pull away.

"Do not touch her," He glared at them. "It's not appropriate,” and without sparing another glance he placed his attention onto Y/n, “You have been doing well lately, with a steady flow of customers."

"Thank you Kyoya-senpai," She bowed in her seat. "The compliment is kind, and I must say, I like your kimono," She complimented. In response the boys across from her mumbled about how it wasn't fair she complimented him instead of them. Kyoya just pushed up his glasses and walked away. He had to move his notebook to cover his face due to an unwanted pink arriving on his cheeks. It was a strange reaction as he had been complimented by many guests before, fellow girls, but none elicited a response like Y/n was able to. He just chalked it up to her newer continual presence in the group and that he would eventually get over it.

"Do you have any more picture books coming out?" A girl pondered, walking over to Kyoya who was answering their obsession desired questions.

"N/n-chan, n/n-chan, I don't know how but I lost one of my sandals," A sad Honey wandered over, just the one sandal hanging in his hand. A large pout was plastered on his face, puppy-dog eyes staring upon the younger girl eliciting sympathy.

"It's okay Honey-senpai, we will look for it," Y/n walked closer to the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder in a comforting pat.

"Mitsukuni," Mori voiced, now walking over all stoic, bending down to his knees to take his foot and slide on the missing sandal.

"Takashi," He spoke, tears bubbling in his eyes.

"I noticed that you dropped it.”

Honey embraced him in a large hug when a new swarm of ladies came around, all awing at the scene. Not too interested in watching the scene Y/n moved her eyes over to Haruhi where she bumped into one of the twins, a small bottle of eye drops falling onto the ground.

"You guys use fake tears?" Y/n asked, walking over and inspecting the bottle Haruhi found.

"For your information, it's common for a host to use eye drops," Kaoru spoke, standing on the side of Y/n.

"No woman alive can resist a man on the brink of tears," Hikaru added, moving to her other side.

"I could," Y/n mumbled, passing the eye drops back to Haruhi.

"That's cheating," Haruhi declared, holding the eye drops in the air. Hikaru swiftly moved over to her side, tsking to himself.

"Oh, don't be such a party pooper."

"Here Y/n," Kaoru tapped her shoulder, pulling out a little box with a sweet pastry inside it. It was wrapped in a small green box, matching her outfit, and a silver bow wrapped it up all neatly.

"It's for me? Really?" She looked up excitedly, eyes beaming wide. It was a look that interested Kaoru differently, he watched closely, a genuine smile morphing on his face as she took the top off to smell it.

"Aren't you so cute," he chuckled, the twins admiring her reactions as Hikaru was leaning over Kaoru’s shoulder.

"I didn't know you liked sweets, Y/n," A girl commented, watching her admire the treat. Y/n bashfully stepped away from the crowd, putting the top back on the sweet treat and holding it off to her side.

"I do, but I'm going to give it to Haruhi so she could give it as a memorial to her mother. I do wish to visit her one day," Y/n looked at her friend, whose eyes lit up and they hugged each other.

The girls melted, watching them exchange a moment.

"How kind of you, looking after your friend," Tamaki mentioned, getting close to Y/n and leaning dramatically on her shoulder. "Being so kind, please take some for yourself, and Haruhi! You take some for your mother too," He started to pile up their hands with different colored boxes of an assortment of treats.

"I can afford these myself," Y/n grumbled while Haruhi gave Tamaki an odd look. She put the boxes down and stepped closer to Tamaki, looking at him as if she were trying to find some hidden secret about him.

"Those are fake tears, right?" Haruhi questioned.

"I'm offended,” Tamaki gasped, hand to his heart, “Being able to cry without eye drops is the mark of a true host," He let a single tear fall from his face like a professional actor would and turned to Y/n. "I'm amazing right, have you fallen for me?"

"No," Y/n deadpanned, turning away.

"Haruhi?"

"Nope," She agreed.

"Why isn't it working," He wondered out loud.

"Who's that?" Y/n pointed over to where a young girl was hunched and peeking out, catching the attention of Haruhi and Tamaki who were also looking at the same scene.

"Looks like the host club has a brand new guest!" The twins observed.

"Come on in, what are you waiting for?" Kaoru asked, rose in hand.

"Watching from afar is no fun," Hikaru spoke, an identical flower in his hand as well.

"Stop that," Tamaki popped up in front of them, somehow magically having a rose too. "How many times do I have to tell you boys to be more courteous to our first-time guests? Please, you don't have to be afraid my princess. I welcome you to the Ouran Host Club.” He stuck out his hand, hoping for the girl to grab it.

"No! Don't touch me! You're phony!" She yelled, slapping Tamaki's face, hard. A similar reaction appeared on the features of the other club members, shock and confusion at the very abrupt words and actions of the mysterious young lady.

"What do you mean I'm phony?" Tamaki questioned astounded, tears welling in his eyes.

"Just what I said, you're phony! I find it hard to believe that someone like you is the prince character of this host club!" The auburn-haired girl pointed her finger at the president. "You shouldn't go spreading your love around so easily like that, you're stupid! You must be a dim-witted narcissist! You're incompetent, you're a commoner! You're disgusting!" She exclaimed, shaking her hands, raising her voice, and stomping her foot.

Tamaki took each insult to heart, every word she threw out he stepped back, acting as though it were a punch to the gut, and landed till his back hit the pillar in the room, sliding down to sit on his bottom in defeat.

Kyoya stepped forward, a finger on his chin. "I don't suppose you are," He tapped his chin before opening up his notebook and flipping through scribbled cursive pages.

"It's you, Kyoya!" The girl spoke, tears in her own eyes now. Her whole personality did a 180, stepping on the feet of the diminished Tamaki and reaching out towards Kyoya, arms wide. "Oh how I've longed to meet you, my one and only prince charming," She hugged him, yet Kyoya’s arms just stayed stiff on his side. He made no effort to reciprocate the action.

"Your fiancée," Hikaru started.

"Kyoya-senpai?" Kaoru finished, eyes wide and staring at the man in shock.

"Of course,” She smiled confidently, pushing a bit of hair back, “ My name is Hoshakuji Renge and I'm transferring into Ouran Academy's First Year Class A tomorrow," She introduced, now sitting on a red couch with a hot cup of tea in front of her.

"Why is he sulking?" Hikaru wondered, referring to a sad Tamaki in the corner.

"Because Mommy was keeping a secret from Daddy," Kaoru told his brother.

"Why does everyone insist on referring to us as husband and wife," Kyoya grumbled.

Renge started on with a story, explaining she met the money-obsessed man while he was in a backyard looking at flowers and then ended up helping a kitten.

"She serious?" The twins sarcastically asked.

"A kitten," Y/n tried to stifle her chuckle. "Kyoya and an injured kitten," She now let her laugh exit her mouth. However, the action quickly ended when Kyoya sent a glare and she straightened up in her seat with her mouth shut.

"Could you have the wrong person?" Haruhi questioned Renge.

"No way! I could recognize my love anywhere!" She continued with her ramblings, telling the group how Kyoya was a very humble man who was always looking out for people in need.

It was madness inside Music Room 3 with the very conflicting image Renge was trying to tell about Kyoya and how he truly was. The twins ran around with their hands in their hair, clearly shocked about such chaos. Haruhi, Mori, and Honey all had more composed expressions as they just let her babble on, hoping to figure out a better explanation soon. Y/n couldn’t help but giggle because she enjoyed seeing and hearing a different side of Kyoya, even if it was not true. She couldn’t help but hold a slight interest in the man as their situations with their family were similar in multiple ways. Tamaki on the other hand, was also displaying characteristics that were out of his norm as he was making no noise, no movement, and just stayed sulking in a corner.

"He looks exactly like the star of the popular dating sim, 'Uki-doki Memorial'! You're my real-life Ichijo Miyabi!" Renge asserted, pointing at Kyoya. Her eyes were wide and she danced around in a circle while she mentioned his whole look alike.

"Uki?" Haruhi began.

"Doki?" Honey added on.

"OTAKU!" Tamaki yelled.

"OTAKU?" Hikaru questioned, stopping his running and moving towards Tamaki in a frightened stance.

"I've never seen one!" Kaoru spoke scared.

"Oh," Y/n stopped laughing, walking towards the girl. "You think Kyoya is him, so this Ichijo, he has glasses, correct? And you're in love with him?,” Y/n sighed, shaking her head and facing the whole group, “She most likely just made herself believe that you are engaged," Y/n realized, Kyoya nodding in apparent agreement. Y/n took a seat next to him while the group crowded around the duo in relief.

"So she made it up? You're not her fiancée, right?" Tamaki queried.

"Well, no, I don't ever remember asking for her hand in marriage. Besides this is the first time I've met this woman.”

"According to my research, I understand you're in charge of managing the club, is that true, Kyoya?" Renge moved to his open side, leaning in uncomfortably close. Y/n stayed in her seat behind him, now with a small bowl of popcorn in hand as she watched it go down. After a bit of a rude glare from Renge sent her way, Y/n got up and stood by the twins who immediately reached their hands into the salty treat, eyes intently staring at the two now on the couch.

Kyoya's eyes followed Y/n as she moved away from her spot, a little annoyed that she didn't stay by his side. For some odd and unknown reason, it was comforting, his nerves and anger bubbling up at this random woman's absurd words lessened having Y/n just in his presence.

"That's right, Kyo-chan is our director!" Honey told her proudly.

"You're the club's director! That's perfect. Oh wow, I've always wanted to wear a sandwich board to advertise business.”

"We don't advertise, we're just a host club," The twins stated.

"I've made up my mind! From now on, I'm going to be the manager of this host club!" She announced, ignoring the twin's words.

"Um, listen Kyoya," Tamaki leaned over the back of the couch that Kyoya was sitting on.

"Miss Hoshakuji is the only daughter of a very important Ootori family client. So, please be polite and try not to offend her, alright?" Kyoya warned Tamaki, his voice rough, trying to hide his annoyance with the new presence of the girl. Tamaki stepped away, putting his head down like a dog that was just scolded.

"Well boys, I can't wait to work with you," Renge smiled.

Later the next day, the club gathered back in their classic room. Yet, Tamaki now had a different outlook on Renge’s presence.

"I thought about it a lot last night and maybe having a lady manager isn't such a bad idea," Tamaki spoke.

"Why do you say that?" The twins wondered.

"With Renge, she can help Y/n. Renge is very outspoken and Y/n can be, but she doesn’t show her true self enough. Not to forget that she can help make Y/n want to show her femininity, maybe even her face. Or maybe Y/n will now want to be closer to us like Renge is with Kyoya!"

"Pardon me?" Y/n looked up from her book, not paying attention till her name was used.

"It can also help Haruhi, maybe she will want to show some more femininity too!"

"Good grief," Haruhi sighed.

"Now is our chance to help Y/n and Haruhi! This is very important men!" Tamaki stood up, though the two they were mentioning weren’t too involved in the conversation. Y/n was still reading her book and Haruhi was trying to peak over to get a glance at it.

"Hey everyone! You'll be happy to know that your new manager, Renege, has baked all of you some cookies!" She popped her head from the door, chocolate chip cookies in a napkin for the group.

"She's so ladylike! I'm moved by your generosity!" Tamaki preached, winking his eyes at the twins.

"I didn't bake these cookies for you, you phony prince," Renege had stuck her hand out in his face, stepping away to move towards the others in the group. "I'm sorry, I burnt them a little bit, I did the best I could. I already know what you're going to say!"

"She wasn't kidding, these cookies really are burnt," Honey spoke, some of the cookies in his mouth with crumbs falling all over.

"Don't eat that Mitsukuni, it's bad for you," Mori rushed over to his side, a different napkin in hand for Honey to spit them out. This was something that Renge had overheard and went on to chase the two around the room, yelling about their ungratefulness.

"She's scaring me!" Honey yelled in Mori's arms, shielding his face.

"They don't look horrible," Y/n added, taking some for herself. "What do you think, Haruhi?"

"They have a good flavor to them."

"May I try?" Hikaru questioned, taking a bite of the cookie that was in Y/n's hand. She just looked down at him in confusion as Tamaki turned around to watch this action.

"Oh look, there is a crumb," Kaoru noticed, licking the girl's finger. Y/n stood still, staring at the wall when she felt a little warmth go to her face. She just looked at her finger and wiped it on the skirt of her dress, refusing to give them their wanted reaction.

"Don't do that-"

"Did you see what he just did? HE JUST TOOK A BITE FROM HER HAND!" Tamaki started yelling incredulously, pointing to the two brothers. He was jumping up and down from his anger, hands pulling at the roots of his hair.

"Ah, Haruhi, you have some crumbs on your face," Y/n mentioned, licking a finger and wiping the crumb from her face. Haruhi stood, a pink blush forming its way on her cheeks as she lifted a finger to feel where the crumb was.

"And the four classmates get closer than they have ever been," Kyoya added.

"Y/n! Just tell them off, causally brush them to the side," Tamaki spoke, moving his hands towards her cheeks, covered with the mask. He peered into her eyes, jealously clearly swarming in his lobes as he waited for her response.

"This is inappropriate," Y/n commented, looking down from his glare and feeling the heat once again. She moved his hands from her face, turning around to take a breath from all the close touching that had happened within the evening. It was something she was not used to, this type of physical affection, and easily had a response to her. She didn’t like that it could quickly make her feel something different as she was used to just showing a more neutral or emotionless self.

"Inappropriate? They are twice as guilty! Someone call the police!" Tamaki started freaking out.

"Renge-chan, Renge-chan, want some? It's milk," Honey questioned, hoping to make amends with the once-raging girl. He held a cute pink glass that was filled with the liquid, reaching high to let her grab the cup. Although her response was not as welcomed, she took a sip and quickly spit the liquid out onto Honey. Mori and Y/n moved over with towels, trying to help the boy dry off a bit.

"Lukewarm, Like every single one of you!" She interrupted the twins and Tamaki's fighting with her loud statement. Even Mori and Y/n stopped in their tracks to put their attention on the very angry Renge. "Except for Kyoya, all of your characters are lukewarm! Each of you needs to have some sort of dark side, you understand? Girls are vulnerable to handsome, young men who are troubled. Boys are puppies to sappy, pretty young women. If you keep carrying on like this, it's only a matter of time before the girls and guys get tired of you and stop coming all together. Are you trying to ruin my precious Kyoya's business? As your manager, it's my job to change your character backgrounds," She finished in a huff.

"Let's start with you," She pointed with a sharp nail to Honey who was startled and a bit frightened. "If all you are is cute inside and out then you're no different than a baby. Therefore, from now on you're the baby-face thug!" She demanded. This was something that Honey wasn’t looking forward to as he let out a horrified scream in response, hands on his cheeks.

"Mori-senpai, you're his childhood friend, the flunkie! The twins are basketball players, enslaved in their own world! Haruhi, you're an honor student who is constantly being bullied. Y/n, you are the lovestruck girl, obsessed with romantic stories, never achieving it. Lastly, Tamaki, you're the school idol who is admired for his good looks but you really have an inferiority complex that you're hiding from the world. The lonely prince!" She renamed them, going around the group to assign them their new characters.

"I do enjoy a good romance book, but currently I am more interested in mystery novels," Y/n corrected, moving over to her bag to look at the multitudes of books she was carrying with her.

"And Kyoya, you're perfect just the way you are now. So I want you to stay as kind and affectionate as ever, ‘kay?"

"Thank you, I'm honored," Kyoya smiled lightly, but his attention shifted over to where Y/n sat sifting through a pile of books present on her lap. "I wonder what she thinks," He wondered aloud quietly, looking at the dedication shining through her glare as she picked up a new book to begin.

"The lonely prince, it's true, the title is perfect for me," The blonde man thought, a light shining directly onto him as the rest went out.

"Come on Kyoya-senpai," Kaoru began.

"You gotta do something," Hikaru finished.

"Why? It seems like the boss is up for it," He pointed over to Tamaki concentrating on trying to master his part. "Let's just wait and see how things turn out. I bet it'll be interesting. It always is."

Magically enough, the twins were on a basketball court with a crew behind them. The stands were filled with onlookers cheering over the buzzers as it was announced a basket had just been made. Yet, the yelling of the crowds soon calmed down as someone on the court was injured.

"Get a stretcher, take him to the infirmary immediately!" A voice yelled at someone.

"Kaoru?" Hikaru ran back, looking at his brother who was clutching his knee. "Kaoru!"

"You've got to get back in the game Hikaru, we need you!" A teammate told the star player, trying to pull him away from his brother.

"Shut up!"

"Hikaru, listen to me, please don't worry. There's nothing you can do. You can't share my pain. You're not the one who got hurt, now go on," Kaoru moved his hand to his brother's cheek, tears welling up in his eyes.

"I can't, it hurts. It hurts Kaoru," He clutched the hand on his cheek.

But soon enough that scene disappeared and it cut to a rainy scenery outside, where the twins lay on the ground with a soaked Tamaki.

"I'm sorry, but I'm envious. The way you two support each other like that," Tamaki shook his head, looking down at the mushy grass, hair damp from the raging rain.

"But Suoh-senpai, how can you be envious of us?" the twins wondered. "You're the school's idol."

"An idol, right," Tamaki sighed, laughing to himself. "I hate that people worship me for something so superficial as my appearance. I think it would be much better for me to be alone."

The image panned to Y/n sitting underneath a tree with a jacket over her head while reading a popular romantic novel.

"Oh, how she will never find love. I'll never find love," Y/n fake cried. "My appearance is nothing like these fellow girls, I'm yet a hopeless romantic, looking for someone to save me. Someone to dig me out of this hole and…and… date me!"

The image switched to a fast-paced and intense scene with Haruhi now running away from a mysterious villain.

"You can't run away forever, I'm going to show you what happens to anyone that crosses me," Honey threatened, walking towards a Haruhi who was sitting against a tree.

"Don't do it Mitsukuni, you should have realized by now that whenever you hurt others, you're really just hurting yourself," Mori said, standing next to the other fellow third year.

"I didn't ask you for any advice, you want me to put you over my knee, again?" Honey looked up at Mori, threatening glare on his soft features. "You know, it pisses me off when people don't know their place.” He couldn’t hold his act for a long time because soon enough he jumped into Haruhi’s arms yelling multiple apologies.

"Cut! Cut!" Renge yelled, snakes almost coming out of her hair. "What's wrong with you? You gotta stick to the script! Stop rolling cameraman!" Renge ordered, the man mentioned putting a thumbs up.

"How'd we go from changing our characters to shooting a movie about them?" Hikaru asked, sitting in a chair next to Kaoru. Y/n was standing beside Kyoya behind the boys.

"And why is there an entire film crew here to shoot it?" Haruhi pondered.

"Apparently, she flew them in from Hollywood," Kyoya told them.

"Yeah, she made me help convince them. She has the money, and I have the new equipment," Y/n sulked, thinking back to how Renge threatened to poison her tea if she had not agreed.

"Y/n! How was I? Did you like it?" Tamaki ran over, to ask the girl, towel draped around his neck.

"It wasn't bad."

"I think I'm starting to discover a new side of myself and I'm thinking of exploring it," He admitted proudly.

"Tamaki-senpai, do you really think you should? I don't think you need to, you being yourself is good enough," Y/n walked away, leaving a blushing Tamaki. "Hey Haruhi-chan, you did good out there," Y/n complimented.

"Thanks, you were able to play your part well too."

"Hey, Haruhi! You're on!" Renege called out. "Oh, Y/n, come over here too!" The girls walked over, looking for her until she motioned for them to come around the building, to the back. "These guys are going to make an appearance in the film!"

"In your film? What are you talking about?" One of the brooding men asked.

"Y/n, you get in there too, after all, we are going to need some big tough guys for the climax! And having your lovestruck heroine, this will be amazing!" Renge smiled, she then went on about her plan and tightly gripped one of the larger man's arms, trying to drag him in a certain direction.

"Renge, maybe you should-" Y/n began.

"Hey! You think you can push me around?" The boy went to put his arms on Renge before Y/n jumped in front, able to lightly push her away. The man instead pushed her harshly and she fell back into the equipment.

"Y/n!" Haruhi yelled, rushing over to the girl.

"Renge you can't do that, you can't do that to people and stereotype them," Y/n stood up, looking down at her leg.

"Y/n? Are you alright?"

"Haruhi, what's wrong? Y/n?" Tamaki moved forward.

"Y/n got hurt," Haruhi admitted to her older classmate whose expression changed, and he angrily marched up to one of the men. "It's not his fault," Haruhi voiced yet Tamaki and the men both stared at each other angrily, one clutching his fists. Tamaki stepped closer, grabbing onto his shirt with a fire burning in his glare.

"Tamaki, I'm fine. It wasn't his fault," Y/n told him, looking up from where she sat on the ground, clutching onto her leg. In response to her words, he slowly let the man go, facing his attention back to Y/n.

"Are you okay?" He looked to Y/n, putting a hand out to help her stand up. Once she was standing he let her put an arm over his shoulder to help her regain her balance.

"Just scraped my knee," She shrugged.

"N/n-chan, N/n-chan," Honey ran over, looking at the bloodied mark. "We will take you to the nurse," Honey nodded to Mori, Mori took the girl’s arm and let her wrap it around his waist. Though he was the one to initiate the contact, it was also one that brought little butterflies into the stoic man’s stomach.

Tamaki sat down, smiling at the girl walking away who looked back to give him a thumbs up. Haruhi sat down beside him when a tear dropped from her eye. It freaked Tamaki out but luckily Haruhi brushed it off with just being a problem with her contact.

"Please tell me you got all that cameraman?" Renge turned to look toward the man in question.

"Yes, boss."

"That was an ideal final scene!" She exclaimed. "All it needs now is a sweet narration by my Kyoya," But before she could utter any other words a loud crash echoed with glass pieces littering the ground. A rock had smashed through the camera lens. "What, is something wrong?"

"I'm terribly sorry, but I cannot allow there to be any record of a club member engaging in violence, I also can't let such film be released of a member getting hurt," Kyoya explained. "I think you've caused enough trouble around here Renge, please stop being such a pest,” He spat out the last word, a disgusted look on his face, quickly turning around to move off and see about Y/n’s whereabouts.

"A pest?" A tear fell from her eyes. "But you're supposed to pat me on the head and tell me not to worry! You're supposed to be kind and affectionate, Kyoya! Why are you acting so differently now?" She sunk into her seat, tears streaming from her eyes.

"That's not the real Kyoya," Tamaki told her, sending a disappointed glance to the girl.

A few days later the club was back in its normal running action. Girls and boys were surrounding the Music Room in an attempt to get closer to its hosts. Delicious treats and piping hot teas littered the coffee tables and sweet chatter echoed throughout.

"I bought the film, that scene in the rain was just phenomenal!" A girl beamed and was overheard by many others who were quick to comment on their ideas about the scene in question.

"Y/n, that scene where you got hurt protecting someone was so heartwarming," Another girl spoke up, now a crowd surrounding the young women.

"Oh, right," She quietly mumbled, looking down onto her lap.

"Are you okay? Let us see your knee," One girl commanded and the boys who were once nea were pushed back by the emerging crowd of a female population. Y/n decided to follow their requests, hoping to quickly shut down the whole thing, and rolled her dress up a tiny bit so they could see the bottom of her knee where a little bit of the bandaged injury peaked through. This was an action that enchanted some of the men, pushing closer in hopes of seeing more.

"That's enough," Kyoya intervened causing the crowd to disperse. He took a step forward himself, "I never did ask if you are okay, I shouldn't have let it get that far," He sat down beside her.

"Don't worry Kyoya-senpai. I was taken care of, it was just a little scrape. Either way, I'm glad you did that movie and got the money for the club," Y/n nudged him in the shoulder, soft eyes looking upon him with admiration.

"I hope you don't mind too much that I did purposefully break one of your family's products," Kyoya admitted, looking up from his notebook.

"That's okay," She laughed and Kyoya could feel his heartbeat just a little faster. With the kindness of her voice and their shoulder practically touching it just caused a new feeling to erupt inside him. "My father won't know. However, he did find out about the scrape from a maid and that was a long, boring conversation."

"Good evening everyone!” Renge waltzed into the room confidently. “Thank you Y/n, I realized how brave it was for you to rescue me, it was your way of showing your love. Now, come on Y/n, let's go to my house."

"Wait, what? Kyoya-senpai? Tamaki-senpai? Haruhi? Anyone?" Y/n asked frantically while getting dragged out of the room.

"Wait don't take Y/n!" Tamaki yelled.

next chapter - The Twins Fight!

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chrisili · 5 months

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Till next time | pt.1

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x fem!reader

Summary: Prince Caspian and his maid escaped from his uncles castle. After reuniting with the Narnians and unexpected visitors, Y/N learns how to sword fight, how to be tough and how to love.

Warnings: spoilers if you haven’t watched/read Prince Caspian, cursing

Genre: angst, fluff, rom-com

Word count: 4,6k

A.N.: I am a Peter girly but… when you have three Narnia one shots written and two of them are Edmund related, do you actually deserve that title? Anyways, I changed Edmund’s age a little bit because it is a fan fiction and I can and because it’s gonna be a thing in the second part. Yes, a second part. I planned this as one only but it seems too long and rushed and doesn’t make a lot of sense to keep it in one part, so yeah enjoy!

Masterlist | pt.2: coming soon

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“A son! A son! Lady Prunaprismia has this night given Lord Miraz a son!” The mans voice echoed behind Prince Caspian and his maid Y/N. They had just exchanged their last words with Cornelius, Caspians teacher, before riding out of the castle. With a concerned look he stops his horse, Prince Caspian moves his head to the right, looking at her. She just puts a hand on his shoulder and gives him a reassuring smile, even if she was scared to the bones herself. He sighs deeply and nudges Destriers side for him to run off again. While being followed by Miraz’s men, Y/N was holding on to Caspian while looking back terrified.

Prince Caspian rode both of them into the woods until Destrier kicked off his back. Them on the ground now, they immediately started to get surrounded by two dwarfs, names Trumpkin and Nikabrik and a badger, Trufflehunter. Trumpkin would be taken in by the Telmarines while Caspian would blow Queen Susans old horn, given to him by Cornelius. Later they were both sleeping in the little home of the badger and the black dwarf, which was in fact, the inside of a tree.

Y/N already sat awake at the dining table with Trufflehunter and Nikabrik, all three waiting for Prince Caspian to wake up. She was a lovely girl, always smiling and always kind. She had a lot of things to be thankful for and although a lot of those things have now been taken away from her, she was still with Caspian and that was all she needed.

“This bread is so stale.” Said Nikabrik while tearing the bread into two halves, not giving the other half to Y/N. He didn’t like Y/N, it was nothing personal, she was one of them and that was reason enough.

“I’ll just give him some soup. He should be coming around soon.” Said a different voice, Trufflehunter. While the young prince had already woken up and was now silently walking in the direction the voices were coming from, was the badger giving Y/N some soup already. She nodded her head smiling and said, “thank you very much.”

“I don’t think I hit him hard enough,” replied Nikabrik and Y/N swallowed hastily, “I think that you shouldn’t talk so foul of the Prince while he is sleeping just in the same room as you are! Especially not in front of me!” She didn’t say it mean, arrogant or threatening.

“That is right and besides that, he is just a boy!” Replied Trufflehunter.

“He’s a Telmarine, not some lost puppy. You said you were gonna get rid of him.” Y/N, who had also just woken up a few minutes ago too, choked on her soup as she heard Nikabrik say that.

The badger looked softly at Y/N and then roughly back at Nikabrik, “No. I said I’d take care of him. We can’t kill him now. I just bandaged his head. It would be like murdering a guest!”

“How do you think his friends are treating their guest?” Nikabrik said while looking disgusted at Y/N.

“Trumpkin knew what he was doing, it’s not the boys fault or hers.” Just before Y/N could speak for herself, Prince Caspian jumped into the main ‘room’ grabbing one of the pokers by the fire and started to fight against Nikabrik.

“Hold it. No, no!” Yelled Trufflehunter.

“Your highness! They are Narnians, they are just trying to help!” Y/N said urgently, quickly getting up and extending her hands to calm Caspian down.

Both stopped fighting and Caspian looked at her with wide eyes. Nikabrik just scoffed and put his sword back. Y/N walked over to Caspian and he looked at her intensely waiting for a more in depth explanation. “Prince Caspian, this is Trufflehunter and this is Nikabrik. They helped us escape from your lord father’s soldiers, one was caught… but he will be alright, right?” She said looking around for an answer. “Right.” Said Trufflehunter who was now cleaning up the soup that was so sadly spilled all over the floor.

“Wait, hold on. Am I hearing this right? Prince? That disgusting piece of a man is your father then?” Said Nikabrik jumping up again holding out his sword but Prince Caspian defended himself immediately, “my uncle! And… he wants me dead.” Said Caspian now sadder than ever, having now realized in what kind of situation he really is.

Not shortly after, Prince Caspian and Y/N went out into the woods again looking for… well they didn’t really know themselves, more Narnians? In the hope for them to follow Caspian? To defeat Miraz?

“My lord!” Y/N yelled after Caspian while she was panting, hitting rocks and punching branches out of her way. “My lord please wait! I am not that fast, wearing a dress in the woods is not easy!” She said hopelessly but also slightly laughing at herself. Prince Caspian turns around and quickly runs up to her, helping her walking further extending an arm for her to hold on to it. Almost like he was her servant not the other way around.

“I really hope it’s gonna work.” Caspian said after a while, still walking close to his only friend. “My lord?” She looked at him questioning. Y/N, who unfortunately did not have the privilege of receiving the same education as the prince was visibly confused, she had no idea what he meant. “The horn Cornelius gave me. It’s supposed to help us, bring the four kings and queens back or… even Aslan.” Y/N only gasped at that and shook her head in disbelieve. She sincerely hoped that it was true but it seemed to far fetched to be real.

While they continued walking, they eventually noticed they were being followed by none other than Trufflehunter and Nikabrik. They later met Reepicheep, the bravest one foot tall mouse you’ll ever see in your living days. Soon they would talk to all the old Narnians and unite forces to fight against Miraz.

This time walking in the woods, Y/N found herself not only surrounded by Trufflehunter, Nikabrik and Prince Caspian. This time there were hundreds of other creatures with them and oddly enough, she had never felt safer in her life, in all those years in the castle than she did right now with bulls who could speak the same language as she did.

They continued walking until Caspian heard some footsteps, he extended an arm to symbolize for the others to stop and wait while he walked further, just a few seconds later Y/N heard blades hitting against each other. Metal on metal, Caspian was fighting and he was fighting someone skilled.

Y/N started running with the others, eager to help their hopefully soon to be king. When Y/N arrived in the heart of the forest, the weirdest thing happened. She saw four people she’d never seen before but one caught her eye specifically. The boy with the blue cloth and dark hair, he stood beside two girls, one seemingly younger and the other one older than him. Edmund the Just, she thought. Now having talked and laughed with the other creatures nights before, she now knew a lot more about the legends of old and she immediately saw. She kept starring at him until he eventually realized someone was watching him, their eyes met and he just looked at her. His gaze was hard to describe, he looked at her interested, fascinated even.

After first complications they followed Prince Caspian to Aslans Tomb. Days and days of planning and fighting followed, them getting into the castle, Caspian having a mental break down because of his father, High King Peter being helpless for losing so many soldiers and friends, things didn’t look too well and Y/N hated herself that she couldn’t do anything to help.

She was just on the edge of the forest collecting mushrooms and different kinds of herbs. She was so busy aggressively pulling out random weeds at this point that she didn’t even hear footsteps appearing behind her.

“You don’t look very happy.” A male voice said and without turning around, checking who it might have been she just answered.

“No. I. Am. Great,” she huffed pulling more and more after each word.

“Are you sure? Because you are killing the meadow…” The male voice replied and something happened Y/N really didn’t intend to happen. She pushed all her rage and anger at the poor man who was trying to comfort her.

“Listen, why don’t you just leave me alone and play swords like the other wanna be soldiers? I am sick and tired of you men trying to control everyone just because you are men! Your decisions have brought us nothing but misery and just because I am a woman doesn’t mean I am weak or less smart than any of you! So how about you fuck. Off!” She said while standing up and angrily turning around in the last part.

Her heart, soul and brain died at this exact moment at this exact spot.

In front of her stood King Edmund, the handsome young man she had liked since the day they met. They had not really spoken to each other yet so she couldn’t have known it was him. She clasped her mouth with both her hands while her eyes almost fell out. She didn’t know what to say and she hoped if she just stood still long enough, she would turn invisible and he’d leave.

That did in fact not happen.

Edmund stood there eyes almost as wide as hers. If you had talked to Edmund that way five years ago he would have yelled at you and made you hate yourself and your life, if you had talked to Edmund that way five years ago and you were a guy he would have probably thrown a punch at you right here right now.

But, judging by the fact that right now is not two years ago and that the person in front of him was not a random guy but a very beautiful, hardworking and usually lovely girl that he very much liked, he just nodded and said, “right, sorry to bother you.” With that he walked away. Well, until Y/N reached for his arm, not because she had anything to say, it was more of a reflex. He looked down his arm and then turned a little to look at her. She just looked at him like a fish who didn’t have enough water.

“I- I- I- I- I AM SO SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO SAY ANY OF THAT. I MEAN I DID MEAN TO SAY ALL OF IT ACTUALLY BUT NOT TO YOU KING EDMUND I AM SO SORRY. I STEPPED OUT OF LINE WAY TO MUCH, EXECUTE ME, PUNISH ME, DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH ME I DESERVE IT. BANISHED? DONE I’LL PACK MY THINGS RIGHT AWAY. I’LL PULL THE ROPE AROUND MY OWN THROAT UNLESS YOU’D LIKE TO DO IT YOURSELF OF COURSE. I AM SO SORRY KING EDMUND PLEASE DON’T HATE ME.”

With every word she slid down more and more being on her knees and then holding on to Edmunds legs while crying bitterly. She didn’t even stop there but I’ll spare you the rest. Edmund just looked at her with wide eyes but he caught himself pretty quickly.

While she was still mumbling apologies and ways how he could kill her or probably send her to hell, he just grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up so she was standing in front of him. He smiled at her but didn’t let go of her shoulders. “Y/N, right?” He asked softly and she nodded while wiping away her many, many tears. “Good. Listen to me, I will not kill, banish or punish you in ANY way. We are ALL on edge and I forgive you.” He said very slowly and clearly so she would understand.

She nodded, “so the guillotine? I’ll get it.” She started to walk in whatever direction because to be completely honest with you, they didn’t have a guillotine.

“No no no no, no, not the guillotine.” He said reaching after her. “NO. KILLING. Understood?” He tried explaining again. Y/N looked confused at him with her tears building up again, “but I said- I said-” “Yes, I know what you said. But it doesn't matter, it is alright okay? Don’t worry about it. We all make mistakes,” then he looked a little hurt, like he remembered something from his past, “and we deserve a second chance as long as we acknowledge that mistake. Okay?”

Y/N nodded. “Good. Would it be okay for you if you took your basket and helped cooking for dinner? I have to practice with the others and some of those mushrooms look delicious.” He said smiling and with that Y/N completely snapped out of it. “Mushrooms, dinner, food, of course! Would I be okay?! That is my job! Sword practice of course how could I be so stupid, pardon me King Edmund. I should really go, cook and stuff like that.” She grabbed her basket and basically ran away from him, he just looked after her smiling to himself.

Later after dinner, Y/N sat further away from the bonfire holding herself comforting, thinking about today. Caspian walked over to her and sat down beside her, she didn’t even greet him, that’s how bad she was feeling.

“So… you’d like to yell at me too or is that a thing between you and King Edmund?” He said laughing while drinking some wine and she looked at him shocked. “How did you? Did he tell you-” “I haven’t really spoken to him but, you were crying and yelling in the middle of our base, basically. You think no one heard?” He said with one eyebrow lifted and Y/N just let her head fall into her hands. “I am an idiot and I suck.”

Caspian just nodded, “yes, do I want to know what happened?” With her head still hiding in her hands she just shook her head and Prince Caspian let it go.

The next day was horrible. Y/N was too embarrassed to look at anyone so she left early into the woods, or so she planned. On the way outside she heard Prince Caspian yelling after her, “Y/N! Y/N! Hold up!” She sighed sadly and turned around with a trained smile. “My lord?” “Yeah yeah, I have a little quest for you, nothing major. High King Peter will duel my uncle but someone has to bring him the message. … will do it, being accompanied by a giant, a centaurs and you.” He said kind of mumbling the first person.

“A giant, a centaurs and what will go with us?” She asked stretching her neck a little so she would understand better.

“ing Edmns…” he said mumbling again.

“Sorry, what?” She asked again walking even closer to Prince Caspian. “King Edmund.” He said hiding his smile, of course it was King Edmund.

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“I, Peter, by the gift of Aslan, by election and by conquest, High King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel and emperor of the Lone Islands, in order to prevent the abominable effusion of blood, do hereby challenge the usurper Miraz to single combat upon the field of battle. The fight shall be to the death. The reward shall be total surrender.” King Edmund read all of this off his scroll in front of Miraz and the other lords. Y/N stood a little in the back not too far from Lord Glozelle. While Edmund rolled his scroll back up, Miraz started talking.

“Tell me, Prince Edmund…”

“King.” Edmund interrupted and Y/N smirked at his remark.

“Pardon me?” Lord Miraz asked with a startled look on his face.

Edmund looked up from his scroll, “it’s ‘King Edmund,’ actually. Just ‘King,’ though. Peter’s the High King. I know, it’s confusing.”

Lord Miraz and Lord Sopespian looked at each other puzzled.

“Why, would we risk such a proposal when our armies could wipe you out by nightfall?” Miraz asked.

Edmund looked at the lords as he studied their faces, “haven’t you already underestimated our numbers? I mean, only a week ago Narnians were extinct.”

“And so you will be again.”

“Well then you should have little to fear.”

At that Miraz laughed out loud. “This is not a question of bravery.”

“So you’re bravely refusing to fight a swordsman half your age?”

Y/N turned around so her wide smile wouldn’t show. Lord Mirazs smile on the other hand faded instantly as he leaned forwards in his chair. “I didn’t say I refused.”

With a lot of talk and arguing, it was decided that they would fight each other. On their way back, the giant and centaurs in the back and Edmund and Y/N in the front, they started talking. “First of all I want to deeply apologies again for how I behaved the other day King Edmund I shouldn’t have-” but before she could finish her sentence he held out a hand and shook his head smiling. She smiled back and started a new topic, “I just wanted to say, the way you talked to these lords was incredible. I have never seen such courage before especially at your age, although I probably shouldn’t say that.” “My age?” He looked at her amused and she blushed a little, “you know, judging you are like… 15?” At that Edmund laughed out loud and she looked at him confused. “Did I say something funny?” Edmund shook his head still laughing, “no, no you didn’t. It’s just that I am 17 and technically I am 32.”

(My math goes like this: LWW Edmund is 12. I aged them up so that instead of waiting one year to go back they waited five, because. Anyways, 12 plus 5 is obviously 17 plus the 15 years they spent in Narnia before going back the first time.)

“You are older than me? I will be 17 in only two months…” she said surprised and he looked at her still amused.

“Y/N” he said. She looked at him questioning. “Would you like me to teach you some swords ‘play’?” She cringed at the word ‘play’ remembering their earlier encounter with each other. “It would be an honor your highness.”

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“Just try to hit me, don’t worry too much.” And with these words Y/N swung her practice sword as hard as she could at Edmund, him not having imagined her to hit as hard as she did, he almost lost balance defending himself.

“Wow wow easy, alright, you almost killed me.”

“I am sorry but you said to hit! And not to worry!” She exclaimed straightening herself.

“Yes but this time maybe a little less force okay? You are very good but you’re wasting too much energy on one swing.”

She nodded and got into position but he looked at her feet and shook his head. “That’s not it, you have to-, wait let me help.” He went over to hit her feet softly with his so she would stand steadier. “Also you have to hold the sword a little higher.” He took her arm from behind and pushed it upwards. His gaze then slowly went to hers. They were incredibly close to each other, noses almost touching.

“EDMUND!” Peter yelled from the inside of their base. “We have to talk about tomorrow, come on!”

Edmund just kept looking at Y/N and yelled back, “Yes Pete! On my way!” He kept looking at Y/N for a few more seconds, then he slightly bowed and turned around to get to Peter.

Y/Ns legs became weak and she dramatically fell to the ground, her head red and hands sweaty. “I am done.”

Done, was also King Peter way later after he fought Miraz, after Caspian couldn’t kill his uncle and after the war was over. Y/N had been fighting very well, she was scared but determent to help and so she was a great fighter. After meeting Aslan she felt great, they had won and the Narnians were free again. It was time to celebrate, dance and be happy. Everyone was in the new conquered castle, drinking, singing, eating and confessing.

One confession should be especially interesting for you, dear reader.

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“Your Majesty, can I speak to you for a second?” Y/N said after walking over to the big table where all the old and new, kings and queens of Narnia sat. Edmund looked at Peter and he nodded with a smile. Edmund and Y/N walked out of the main hall to a more quiet place. They walked down the hallway and Y/N suddenly stopped which made Edmund stop too.

“I wanted to tell you something…” she said looking at him nervously. “I don’t expect you to say it back, I don’t even expect you to answer me at all but I have to get this off my chest.”

She was fidgeting with her fingers looking down at them, she was extremely nervous but she had to tell him how she felt.

“I… well, I- the first time I saw you, I was extremely fascinated by you. You were just… incredibly handsome but that’s not all obviously! Over the last weeks I have thought about the way you think and the way you talk and I love all of it. The way you express yourself is so beautiful and the way you care about your family really made me realize how must I love you. I love you King Edmund and an awful lot of that too, it is so much love that it almost hurts and I can hardly breath. There are no words in this world to describe my love for you… I’d probably have to invent another language just to slightly express how I feel.”

She had now looked up at him and her tears started building up, not because she was scared of sad. It was because all of her emotions were too much to be held in her body, she was overwhelmed and to be honest after all that happened she was very happy to let it out. Edmunds expression was evident, he was smiling one ear to another and with that he hugged the girl in front of him tightly and laughed, “I love you too, I love you, I love you, I love you so much.”

Y/N laughed and cried more into Edmunds shoulder while she hugged him as if her life depended on it. They looked at each other and without another word they kissed both smiling and as happy as one could be. As Y/N wanted to break the kiss, was Edmund just leaning in more and more pecking her lips not wanting to let her go and she laughed even more pecking his lips back. Their foreheads rested on each other and he whispered, “I love you.”

“Ew.” Came a voice from beside them around the corner, it was now King Caspian and Queen Susan who had just gone for a little walk around the castle. Y/N eyes widened as she let go of Edmund, not immediately or hastily. “King Caspian,” Edmund said smiling nodding his head while still holding on to Y/Ns hands and Caspian nodded back smiling, “King Edmund.” They smiled at each other while Susan cocked up an eyebrow looking at Y/N questioning but she just shook her head slightly confused.

“I think we should leave them alone, don’t you?” Caspian asked Susan as they were turning back to where they came from. Susan nodded, “I wasn’t planning on seeing this as it is.”

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The next morning everyone met up to send the people who did not want to live the new way, to the old place where the old kings and queens of Narnia lived also. After Lord Glozelle and Caspians aunt left with his cousin, the people got suspicious.

“HOW DO WE KNOW HE IS NOT LEADING US TO OUR DEATH?” One shouted and the others agreed, Y/N stood in the front close to Edmund and she looked worried at him but he gave her a reassuring smile just as she had done to Prince Caspian at the beginning of this story.

“Sire. If my example can be of any service, I will take 11 mice through with no delay.” Reepicheep, the mouse, offered while talking to Aslan. But Aslan only looked at High King Peter and something very uncomfortable started to build up in Y/Ns stomach.

“We’ll go.” Peter said and Edmunds heart sank into the earth beneath him, “we will?”

Without further explanation Peter just walked up, “come on. Our time’s up.”

Y/Ns mind had already gone blank while the others were talking, they were saying that Peter and Susan were not needed in Narnia anymore and that Lucy and Edmund would return. While Susan went up to King Caspian and Peter and Lucy to Trumpkin, Edmund did go to Y/N holding her hands with his.

“I am so sorry… I had no idea this was, this was how it was going to be.” Edmund said with glossy eyes looking slightly down into the girls eyes and she looked back at him worried.

“I don’t want you to go.” She wanted to say so many things, so many more words but she couldn’t, her throat was tied.

He shook his head now tears flowing down his cheeks, “I don’t want to leave.”

Y/N turned forwards Aslan, “Aslan, couldn’t I go with them? You said everyone could choose to go or stay.”

Aslan smiled at her shaking his head softly, “I am afraid not dear one. Edmund and yourself have quite an important role in the future. Things must happen the way intended.”

Y/Ns looked so incredibly sad, it was hard to look at her without getting sad yourself. “Will I see him again then?”

Aslan smiled and nodded and Edmund and Y/N looked at each other hopeful.

Their foreheads rested against each others savoring their last moments together until next time.

“I love you,” he whispered, heart hurting. She closed her eyes as she whispered back, “I love you.”

Then they kissed each other before hugging as tightly as they could. Both of them crying and everyone feeling sorry for them, they parted. He was about to let go but she held onto his hand and he looked back.

Her eyes said: don’t go.

He turned around again and cupped one of her cheeks kissing her one last time, their salty tears being the last thing they tasted from each other before Edmund turned around again and with one last look at her over his shoulder, he left.

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creedslove · 8 months

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Who of the boys would be more of a cat and who would be more of a dog person?

Rewatching Narcos currently andJavi P seeking justice for Murphys cat was the animal love I needed.

I know he says he’s not much of a cat person but the way he treated it.. cat man 🧐🫶

Featuring: Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Agent Whiskey, Dave York and Marcus Pike

A/N: aww this is a very good idea!!! I love it honey! Also, I have a feeling all the Pedro boys lean towards dogs, but that doesn't mean they won't go soft with a kitty 🐈

Javier Peña: Javi likes dogs better, there's no argument towards that, he grew up around dogs on his dad's ranch and he loves how strong and loyal they are, however, that doesn't mean Javi is insensitive towards cats, we all have seen how fierce he was to fight for the fact that cat was DEA as much as Steve and himself were, even if there was a tiny comical hint to it; Javier isn't a huge cat person, but he does have a soft spot for them, they are cute sometimes and amongst all the violence he has encountered through his life, he thought he would lose that empathy towards smaller things, but he was very wrong, so once he saw a stray kitty fumbling around the garbage to look for food and it made his heart break, he didn't know why exactly, but he was so tired of seeing the evilest side of people, it felt just too unfair such a tiny cute little creature starve on the streets, which caused Javier to feed the cat leftovers of his meals which quickly became a habit and now the cat is fat and he doesn't know what to do

Joel Miller: Joel Miller is 100% dog person and there's no argument about that at all, although after he grew up and had to take care of a house and a baby daughter on his own, he decided to have a no pet rule: money was tight and so was time, taking care of a baby, and then a toddler and then a child and then a teen was exhausting as it was, so he didn't have time for bullshitting with cats or dogs. In fact, getting a puppy was the only request Sarah has ever made him and he managed to remain strict and not let her have it. However, he knows his daughter pets all the neighbor's pets and he's okay with it. Now, if you have a cat, you can expect Joel getting into a grumpy old man mood™ he is just going to complain about the cat and he is going to swear that cat is up to no good, plotting against him because its so jealous of you. He will definitely have arguments with your cat

"get out of my guitar now!"

"meow"

"I swear... get off my truck or I'll kill you!"

"meow"

And well, sometimes it kind does seem your cat is teasing Joel by sitting on his truck hood or sitting on his beloved guitar; if Joel is reading some work papers on the kitchen table you can bet your life your cat will climb all the way just to sit ON the papers and make Joel's blood boil, and you'll de damned if that ain't the funniest shit you'd ever seen; but hey, sometimes after you went to bed, your cat nuzzles Joel's body and your tough boyfriend actually pets your cat, but it's their secret and neither of them will ever admit it 🤫

Agent Whiskey: our sweet Jack loves animals! He is a farm boy after all, and that means he absolutely adores every single living thing. Of course he likes dogs and cats like everyone else, but those aren't his favorites, if anything, Jack is the kind of man to have farm animals as pets as if it was the most normal thing in the world. As a grown man, Jack has his own ranch, and he keeps all the animals he likes there: he's got cows, horses (his big passion), pigs, chickens, goats, bunnies, dogs and a few cats in the barn because someone needs to catch those damn mice, since he hates killing any kind of animal, he leaves it for the cats to chase down the mice and if he finds spiders in the house he'll definitely just throw them outside. He loves birds and fish but he'd rather watch them out in nature than have them trapped in birdcages of fishbowls; he's not a big fan of frogs but he doesn't mind them at all and his biggest childhood trauma was when little Jack befriended a very cute little pig and the two of them became quickly inseparable, playing together and hanging out all the time, he even named his pig Hector™ until one Sunday morning he woke up to see his friend gone and later, mama Daniels had made pork chops for lunch ☠️ Jack cried his little heart out, refused to eat lunch and spent years without eating pork, until this day he feels kind of guilty to eat bacon or something, he doesn't kill any of his own ranch animals to cook, he just goes to the supermarket to get the meat

Dave York: Dave had always loved dogs from a young age, when he was little, his dog Sprinkles was his best friend and he still keeps old pictures of himself and his old friend in the back of his memory boxes. Once he grew up and he got into his... business... he realized dogs are the safest option for a pet; they are very rational, they can be trained and protect the house and the owners against threats or burglars. If his kids beg him for a puppy, he will never say no to them, but it will be frustrating to him that they will pick the cutest and fluffiest puppy over the one breed he thinks it's safer for the family, statistical saying. However, how happy they get will make him think of Sprinkles and soon enough he will become those dads who treat the family pet better than his own kids. He will definitely doze off on the couch and the dog will be curled up to him. Dave also admires the felines and mostly how neat and careful they are. They are silent and are able to sneak into a room without anyone noticing, exactly like Dave does when he's out working, he likes how cats are independent and always take care of themselves, however, the idea of having a cat never occurred to him, but well... never say never

Marcus Pike: that man is the human version of a golden retriever, so he obviously would prefer dogs. He has thought of getting a dog some time but he hasn't made up his mind yet, on one hand, he would like to have a puppy waiting for him at home so he won't be too lonely, but on the other hand, dogs are a lot of trouble and he doesn't know if he will be able to actually take care of it, not to mention dogs remind him a lot of the perfect image of a happy family, you know, a husband and a wife and kids, something Marcus would love to have but he hasn't been too lucky with it lately! He does like cats too, but the thing is: he is allergic to cats, and I don't mean just a slight allergy, I mean sneezing, coughing, red puffy eyes, stuffed nose etc, so cats are definitely a big no to him!

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