#i hope it goes safely and peacefully this year too
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#artists on tumblr#may has gone so incredibly fast#it literally just started and now it's almost over#i'll be going to finland to visit my mom and friend again in june#just in time for pride week#it's been really nice in helsinki the past few years#i hope it goes safely and peacefully this year too#last year there were some protestors screaming mean things with their hateful signs#but that's to be expected#it's hard to feel insulted when they're the ones wasting their time screaming at strangers#instead of doing something positive#must be a sad life being so angry all the time
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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 5 • 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼
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Warnings: Language, very short implication of violence to reader, implied spicy stuff, handling with guns, smexy sex at Noah's office, cowgirl, oral (M receiving), some dirty talk, (if you squint) unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!) , some jelousy sex,
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You sipped your coffee as you gazed out of the window of the mansion. It was starting to cool outside and it was the perfect weather to stay inside with a warm drink. The window from the kitchen had a beautiful view of the garden, it let you think and clear your head. The past 2 weeks had been almost like a dream. After that night of abrupt passion, Noah seemed to have changed into someone different, not that you were complaining about it. Now every morning consisted of nearly the same ritual.
You'd wake up, shower together, get ready for the day, and go out for some dinner by the time he came back. If you didn't go out you would stay inside, watch a movie with some wine, and the night would lead to long hours of passion between you both. The mornings after would always be him letting you sleep peacefully, eventually waking you up with kisses to your skin.
Noah had to leave a bit early today to take care of some business. You were a bit fussy about him leaving, especially because he was so warm. Now here you stood in his button-down shirt and a pair of his sweats, still trying to wake up. All he did this morning was shower, come and kiss you goodbye, and leave. You hear the doorbell followed by a couple of knocks at the door. Vilma's heels clap against the tile as she goes to answer the door. You go back to gazing out of the window with another warm sip of your beverage.
"Ma'am, your brother is here," Vilma interrupts your thoughts as she pokes her head into the kitchen where you stand. Mathew? Here? You put your mug down and walk out of the kitchen and into the main foyer where you spot your brother. He now wore a suit and had darker eyebags he was starting to look a lot like your father.
"Y/N!" he opened his arms as he walked to you, his eyes bright and full of hope after he saw you. He captures you in a tight hug "Oh god, I've missed you! We all miss you!"
"Mathew I...I...oh never mind. I missed you too," You were going to start questioning why he was here, but you could not deny the fact that you truly did miss your brother. And talking to him and hugging him was so much better than speaking over the phone. you wish he would have brought your other sisters and your parents with him. however, this should do the trick. it felt like years since you've seen him. your older brother now looks older. The anxiety of this lifestyle in business, obviously taking a toll on him already.
"What...what are you doing here? How's mom? Dad? The girls?" you asked him leading him into the living room to take a seat "Do you want anything? Some water, or coffee?"
"As much as I would love to stay longer I just dropped by, can't stay too long" he explains as he takes a seat, resting his elbows on his knees "Everyone is doing good. We miss having you at home, the girls miss you, but now they're fighting over who gets your old room" you both chuckle knowing that war would go on for weeks! "I just...wanted to see how you were, if you were safe..." he said looking up at you through his lashes
"Well, I am safe here, and actually...I...I'm doing okay here" You didn't want to admit straight away how things were going.
"huh....really?" he questioned you "The last time we spoke, you couldn't even bare his name....now you're wearing the ring and his clothes no problem...." he calls for your attention
"Yeah....well, things change, sometimes" You were wary of where he was going with this, and you stood from your seat. You walk along the room a bit up until you come to the doorway of the living room. You stop and lean on the door and gaze down at your feet. "we uh...we've-"
"Come to a resolution." your sentence is finished by none other than Noah. He comes up to you and kisses your lips as if Mathew wasn't even there
"Mathew, you're looking worn out," he smirks at him as he pulls you in by the waist into his side "Should take a day off, get some rest."
Mathew couldn't believe what he was seeing. You were letting this person, kiss you and hold you as if you didn't hate him just months ago. Now you were acting like a regular husband and wife.
"Y/N...I...I..." he seemed to be holding something back "I have to go, gotta get down to our port, take a look at the shipments. Oh, and before I forget," he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a letter and hands it to you "Cheri is turning 15 this Saturday, you know she wants you to be there"
"Yeah, of course, you know I wouldn't miss it for the world" You smile at him. You and Noah walk him to the door "Tell Cheri I be sure to bring her the best present" You smile at him
"I already know she's expecting it" he chuckles knowing your baby sister too well "Call us if anything alright?" he hugs you and kisses the top of your head "Take care, I'll be seeing you both"
The door closes, leaving you and Noah on your own again. Noah turns your body, pulling you flush against his. His hand holds your jaw, as he usually does, and brings you into a longer, deeper kiss.
"Pretty girl, in my clothes," he smirks, taking a look over your body, His hand traveling over your curves and dips. His large hands covering your ass, giving the supple flesh a squeeze
"Why did you come back so early?" you asked him, rubbing his arms
"The port had what we needed, and everything was in order as it should be. Just have to go into the office and then I thought about bringing you with me," he fills you in "Why? Do you want me to leave again because I can-"
You said nothing as you rushed upstairs to throw on an outfit. He chuckles to himself as he watches you run upstairs
"I haven't seen you smile like that in years sir," Vilma chimes in
"You don't say. Does it look good?" he asks still wearing the smile
"It certainly does sir" She smiles softly, she had always been professional with Noah and her job. However, the longer she worked there the more of a son he became to her.
"Oh, would you mind finding a good suit and dress for Y/N and me for Saturday?"
"Of course,"
"I'm ready!" you call coming down the stairs. You wore a pencil skirt, some heels, and a beautiful blouse that shows off your collarbone and jewelry.
"You look wonderful miss Y/N," Vilma compliments
"Thank you, Vilma," Noah takes your hand in his as you smile at her. Vilma had noticed a change in you as well. She doesn't know how it happened but, it seems that you both worked the relationship out after all.
"We'll be back later Vilma," Noah nods his head and leads you out of the door and to the car. Albert waiting with the door open for you both. Noah helped you into the car first and then he stepped in. You sit in the back of the car with Noah, hands intertwined. The feeling was foreign, his large hands were warm against yours, and his ring would scrape against yours every so often as well. If you were honest neither of you wore your rings for the first month of your marriage. Maybe now and then when you had to. You of course would keep it off and you never really took notice of his
"I started wearing it after that night," he comments noticing yours eyes on his hand.
"Really? Why after that night?" you asked
"let's just say," he thought for a moment "I can't walk around looking like I'm single when I have my wife now can I?" he answers your question with another
"I guess not, you better not." you reply as your lean some of your weight on him. Even after that night you hadn't said anything on your feelings. Sure he'd take you out, kissed you goodbye and hello, great sex, even some cuddling afterwards. Neither one of you had said it both expecting to get hurt or find something more…
You are driven into the garage of a tall building. You recognize the structure, you are able to see it from your old home.
"You...own this?" you asked him sounding shocked
"of course I do flower," he smirks at you as the car comes to a stop "This is where I do my business." He steps out of the car and offers his hand. You take his hand and step out of the car into the cool parking garage. At the entrance were two guards waiting for Noah to go inside, Noah holds your hand in his as he leads you to the doors. Stepping inside there is a long hallway that leads to a desk with a woman with a short bob sitting typing away at her computer. You assumed she was his secretary as she looks up and says
"Welcome Mr. & Mrs. Sebastian"
"Thank you, Kiara," Noah answers as he leads you to the elevator that was a few feet away from the front desk. Getting into the elevator Noah hits the 15th floor, which is the top floor of the building. Noah's hand brings you to step in front of him, he twirls you around to get a good look at you
"Damn...you look sexy as always" he compliments you
"You think so?" you smile at him "You don't look too bad yourself,"
The elevator dings once you reach the last floor, he rests his hand on your lower back and whispers "Come on princess". He guides you down the carpeted hallway. It was almost like your home, the hallway had grey and white colors with a deep red carpet. Two men stand at the double doors, armed with guns. They open the doors for you both to enter his main office. Inside stood a man around the same age as Noah with longer hair tied into a bun. He turns in your direction and offers Noah a smile
Noah comes up to him, shakes his hand firmly, and brings him into a hug
"Y/N, this is Nick not only my right hand here but my best friend." he introduces his friend "Nick this is Y/N, the lovely wife."
"The other Nick huh?" you giggle shaking his hand
"Ah, so you've met Folio huh? The pleasure is mine" he smiles at you and says "Whatever you did to him, don't stop. I don't think I've seen him..." he thinks for a moment
"This happy?" you chime in
"...well, just happy in general. Keeps him off my ass on busy days"
"Ha Ha, very funny Nick. Why don't you make yourself a comfortable flower? I need to catch up with Nick for a moment," he looks to you "Sit, touch, and look at whatever you want, remote for the TV is on my desk" he kisses your cheek and sends you off while he speaks to his friend. He watches you walk off and sit in his large chair, it may be the chair or your frame but you looked so small when using his things, it made him feel strange. He liked it...
"So how aware is she about the situation?" Nick asks at a volume for only him and Noah to hear. For the past week or so there have been some strange happenings occurring. Unfortunately, it seems that you were the target. The first incident at the event was only the start of it. Blackmail letters were being sent to your home threatening you unless their demands were met. Of course, you never saw this mail because Noel had gone to it before you did. All the mail is usually placed on his desk before you can even get it.
“ nothing as far as I know she’s oblivious to whatever’s been going on. And I tend to keep it that way, so don’t you say a word to her either.”
“Whatever you say, boss,” Nick said, throwing his hands up in surrender. Knowing Noah thought it was cheesy to call him that since they’ve been friends for so long.
“ maybe you might wanna take her down to the gun range later she could at least know how to shoot a gun in case she’s in a situation“ he offers
“Hm, I will think about it,” he says, as he watches you spin around in his chair “ I’ll meet you downstairs in the pound in about half an hour,” he said to Nick never taking his eyes off of you. Nick had known Noah for a very long time, since before he even joined this organization, and when he said that he knew exactly what I meant, and he’s gonna want to stick around to find out any details.
Nick turns on his heel and lets himself out and down to the pound to make sure everything is in place. Noah took slow strides towards you, his signature walk whenever he saw you. You had tents call him a predator in the night because of how he would “stalk you” he has cornered his prey.
The chair suddenly stops spinning as no one turns the chair to him
“ you having fun there flower?” he smirks at you and you look up at him.
“ you could say that. Or I’m just distracting myself while you guys had your little talk.” You take notice of some pictures on his desk. One of them included your wedding day which took you by surprise. You stand from your seat and lean over his desk to grab the picture. Lean back against his desk and look at the picture. You still remember it like it was yesterday, at least that’s what it felt like.
“you have a picture of this day?” he chuckled, showing him the picture. He nods his head and watches as you pick the next picture. It was a picture of him but much younger. He was at least 23 here, alongside him were the two Nicks and Jolly. You gaze at the younger version of Noah.
"How long have been doing this?" you asked finally looking up from him
"Longer than I should, does that bother you?" he asked coming closer to you. His gaze was now downward as he looked at you. You let the picture slip from your grip and onto the edge of the desk. His legs spread a bit wider than yours to lean some of his weight on you. He leans down towards you, his face inches from yours
“N-no….” Why did you stutter? Did the idea of his ‘career’ turn you on? The danger, the money, the mansions, the….dominance….
“Ooo does my little flower, like this life? The luxury, the thrills….” He leans into your ear “the fun..” his lips grazes your neck with the tiniest of kisses. His hand trials up your back inch by inch until he reaches the root of hair. His finger tangle in the threads as he suddenly pulls your head back, exposing your neck more.
“Give me an answer, princess” he demands, dragging his tongue up your neck and bites down on your pulse, making your gasp and jump.
“Y-yes! Yes…” you pant your answer. He kisses his way back up to your ear and kisses your lobe.
“Good girl..” he whispers into your ear sending a shiver through your body. He lets your hair and brings you back up. He fixes your hair and shirt. “Come on, I have a surprise for you.” He smirks at you and take a your hand.
“You….ugh” you grumble as you follow his lead
“What’s wrong? Wanted me to fuck you right on the desk?” He asks you as he opens his office door
“Noah!”
“You know it’s true flower.” He chuckles
You go down a couple of floors where you hear barking. Stepping out of the elevator you meet with Nick once more. There was a large sign over a cage-like door that read "Pound"
"Soo....you guys sell puppies as a side hustle?" you raise a brow
"She's got jokes," Nick smiles at you "Well no, while we do have puppies they are trained for work here." Nick unlocks the gate with his set of keys and holds it open for you. Inside were men training dogs of all ages, each one having its level of difficulty. Some were training to bite and release on command, others training their scent, while others were puppies learning the very basics of sit, come, and stay.
Noah's hand rests on your lower back as you follow Nick he opens a separate room where a single pup is with a woman. He seemed to be just a year old, a Doberman who looked too cute to be in a place like this.
"This is your dog Y/N," Noah announced "He was specially trained as a guard dog for you, the only thing that is missing is for you to train with him so he can understand you are what needs to be guarded."
"This is Koda, he is a year and 3 months old. He is still young and learning so be patient but be firm so he can learn." The woman says handing you his leash. Koda comes to sit right next to your leg, his focus on you "Of course knowing Noah, he should keep you in line" she chuckled
Keep you in line? You couldn't explain why but it just made your blood boil to hear that.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" you scan her body head to toe
"Oh, just that...Noah is very commanding, knows what he's doing" she said looking over at Noah with some type of look in her eye. Noah just kept his eyes on you with a blank look. You bite your tongue and turn on your heel, you hand the leash to Nick and ask him
"Could we get his things in the car please?" Nick sensing what was going on in the room, takes Koda and nods at you
"Noah, let's go." without a second of hesitation Noah walks to the door and holds it open for you.
"Oh and," you turn over your shoulder "I'd appreciate it if you stopped looking at my husband." you walk ahead of Noah feeling pissed and bothered. You were a few steps ahead of Noah as you marched to the elevator. Getting inside you push the floor to his office, you simply stare at the doors with a pout.
"What's gotten you all pouty?" Noah teases
"nothing." you answer quickly
"Oh come on Y/N don't deny it, I can see how pouty you are" he chuckles "Wait....is my little flower, jealous?" he smirks
"Of who?!" you snap as the elevator dings. Stepping back out and into his office he locks the door behind you
"Just so you know, she's just a trainer, flirts with anyone she can lay her eyes on"
"Oh so she had to flirt with you, in front of me?" you huff as you walk to the window behind his desk that overlooked the city. He quietly follows behind you standing just a few feet away
"There's nothing to be jealous over flower," he said coming behind you to hold your hips
"...." you stay quiet still mentally fuming
"Look at me princess," he tilts your chin to face him over your shoulder, he notices how you bite the inside of your lip "Do you realize no woman can distract me from you? Hm?"
"they could if you really wanted them...." your eyes still don't look at him.
"Hm...alright...come here," he takes your hand and takes a seat in his chair. You stand before him still holding his hand, he spreads his legs and just smiles up at you
"what?" you asked
"Nothing just, nice to know how you feel about me," he explains as he unbuckles his belt "Why don't you show me who this dick belongs to?"
You cross your arms and think for a moment. You step up to him and straddle his lap. You smear a kiss on his neck, making sure to leave some lipstick behind. You come up to his lips and kiss him deeply, his lips smirk into the kiss, clearly satisfied with your desire. You slowly rock your hips down on him, feeling him harden and pulse at the friction. You slowly slide down his body leaving your kiss prints along his fresh white shirt, clearly marking your territory.
Your knees meet the carpeted floor as your chin rests on his thigh dangerously near his dick. You had never gotten on your knees for him until now. Sure you might have given him a hand job or two in the morning, but your face so close to his dick? He was surprised he didn't cum right there. Your hands pull his cock out, hard and pulsing just for you. Seeing it so closely was another thing from being fucked by it. Your hand begins to pump his cock slowly and steady. Noah hisses as he adjusts himself lower in his seat.
You take a long lick from the base of his cock up to the tip. You take just the tip into your mouth, out, in, and out again as you swirl your tongue around the tip. You watch as his chest rises and falls, his chest fills with air as you slowly take his cock into your mouth as far as you could, the rest being covered by your hand.
You bob your head along the length of him at a slow pace. Making sure you dragged out every pant and hiss from him. His hand comes to your root and grips your hair giving slight thrusts up into your mouth
"fuck baby..." he growls "just like that....suck daddy's dick....just like that.." he grips your hair a bit harder as he starts to guide you faster on his cock. You could feel him twitch and spurt small drops of precum. He had a slightly salty taste, but nothing that bothered you.
“Mmm, princess….can I?” He asks as he stutters his hips upwards. You can only give him a yes as a hum, giving him the green light to fuck into your mouth lightly. “Fuck! This mouth….fuck it’s all mine….”
You could feel him twitching and pulsing the longer you sucked his dick. You allow yourself to come up all the way off. The tattooed mafia mafia lets off a slight whimper, honestly filling your chest with pride.
You keep your eyes on him as you unzip your skirt and let it fall to the floor. To his surprise, he looks at your beautiful figure and says,
“No panties?” You shake your head and straddle his lap once again rubbing your pussy along his dick. Coating it with your wet juices on him
“Such a dirty little-ugh!” He growls as you slip him inside, slowly sinking all the way. Your head lulls back as he fills you. This position always filled you to the brim and you loved it “goddamn it….so fucking tight and warm”
You rock your hips at a moderate speed, hitting the sweet, sweet spot inside of you. His hands had a bruising grip on your hips as you rode him.
“That it baby….ride this cock….use me, baby!” He growls as you bounce up and down on his dick. His hands helping you get more momentum. Helping fuck yourself down harder on him, reaching deeper, going faster
“F-fuck! Ah! So good!” You moan out as your hands find his hair and clench on the hairs
“Good girl….good fucking girl! I’m yours baby…” he could feel your pussy clenching down on him, by now he already knew you were getting close. His hand brings your head down to his lips and he huffs “Only yours you got that…..this cock, my money, my life…. it is all…fucking…yours!”
He said between thrusts. His hand slams you down on his dick as he comes undone inside of you. He groans as he cums deep in your pussy
“Shit! Fuck….” he continues to fuck you down on his cock and fucking his cum deeper into your pussy “take that cum princess…cum for me!”
You rock your hips violently against you chasing after your high. Your lower stomach tightens in a knot. It becomes tighter and tighter until it finally snaps and your body convulses against Noah as you come around him
“That’s it….good fucking girl….” His lips find yours as you share a passionate kiss, you ride your high out, leaving, you both spent and panting. After you both finally catch your breath, you simply just lay on his shoulder as he caresses your back.
“I didn’t know you can get like that princess” he chuckles “maybe I should make you jealous more often”
“do that and you’re sleeping on the couch” You playfully threaten him, which he answers with a pearl lips, and a soft smile. The softest smile that only you were blessed with seeing.
After cleaning yourself up and getting yourselves, put together. No one grabs some paperwork takes your hand and walks out of the office.
As you both write down the elevator into the garage, Noah is looking over some paperwork, with a certain look on his face. He seemed to be contemplating something. He says as he puts the paper down looks like you and just smiles right back. The ride home was like any other. You were tired and ready to go to bed, especially after those events.
Once you were home Noah give you a kiss to your forehead.
“I have some work I need right now catch up on, I’ll try not to be there too late”
“Okay, wait,” you pucker your lips wanting a kiss before he leaves
He chuckles “Spoiled princess,” he kisses you before heading to his office. Looking at the entry table you see some letters. Now that you thought about it, you never really saw the mail so this was the first but nothing too strange. You go and pick up the handful of letters and sort through them. The majority of them were to Noah or just general advertisements, however, one of them did have your name on it.
Maybe it was from your family checking up on you. You put the rest down walk over into the living room and tear the letter open. It was a handwritten letter in red, and the more you read the lines the more your smile fell.
“Y/n, so you even understand what will happen to you? It’s already too late for you, your family, your sisters. You were used as a contract and you will end up like a contract…torn and shredded to pieces. Discarded in trash ba-“
You didn’t dare to keep reading, afraid of other, gruesome details, they were willing to describe to you. The letter had no return address or name on it. The envelope only contained that threatening letter you had read. Dropping the letter, your hand comes up to lay over your thumping chest. Your other hand lying just under your nose to feel your breath to try and calm yourself. You still felt the uneasiness in your stomach and decided to go up to Noah’s office. Feeling overwhelming, anxious and fear from what you read. Your heart was thumping in your throat. You reach his office door and start to turn the knob you stop when you hear Noah’s voice
“….yes I looked over the contract….of course I was aware of the conditions…..no….of course not…..”
The contract? It was just a marriage contract……right?
You knew you shouldn’t be listing it on his business….but this concerned you in the end. You continue to listen
“…no….no she doesn’t know. *sigh* as far as I know she didn’t read that part, just signed…” he huffs “…..only a year? Listen, this shit doesn’t just happen overnight…..yes…yes…..if you come fucking near her I promise you I will-hello? Hello?! Motherfuck- ugh”
He groans as he hangs up and slams his phone on his desk. You’ve seen him upset but never pissed like this. Who was he speaking with? 1 year? From what it sounded like, he seemed to already know about the threats…you didn’t know what to do. You froze in your place not knowing what to do.
“Ms. Y/N?” Vilma calls for you from the first floor.
Shit! You mentally cruse. You leave the door closed to closing but not closed, and tiptoe your way back to the staircase
“Yes Vilma?” You call for her as you come down the steps
“Oh just a delivery from Mr.Ruffilo, he’s a cute one” Vilma answers as you come down to find Koda and all his belongings. The pup stood up from his spot, his ears lifting seeming excited to see you.
“Hey Koda, welcome home bud,” you kneel and scratch just behind his ears. He gives you a few sniffs and whines a bit. He was probably tired from the long trip “I think it’s going to be cold out tonight Vilma, can we find a spot for him in here?”
“Of course we should have a spare room with enough space….dear are you alright?” She asks you
“Yeah just fine, why do you ask?”
“You just seem very pale dear. Are you feeling okay?” She asked coming to feel your temperature, typical Vilma such a maternal soul.
“Really Vilma I’m *cough* okay…”
“Y/N your burning up! Come let me get you soemthing warm to drink…” Vilma’s voice seemed to start to fade out a bit as your vision blurs a little
“I think I might be getting a cold…or….something….” Your speech was slowing and your chest felt heavy. You take balance with the railing of the stairs. Kids started barking at you, but all you could focus on was the sound of your pulse in your ear and the way you felt as if you were spinning…or maybe the room was spinning? Maybe it was-
“Oh no! Mr.Sebastian! Noah!”
Noah comes out of his office hearing the commotion. Making it to the staircase there you were limp in Vilma’s arms.
“What happened?!” He rushes down the stairs and falls to his knees taking you in his arms
“Well she came downstairs to get Koda and she looked pale and she fainted!”
Your breath was shallow and you were burning up. Noah picks you up off the floor and carries you up the stairs
“Vilma call the doctor and tell him to get here now!”
“Y-yes sir!”
As Vilma makes the call to a private doctor Noah takes you up to your shared room and lays you on the bed. He strips you from your clothes to help keep your body at a neutral temperature. His hand came up to your face and caressed your cheek
“Come on princess…..open those pretty eyes for me……” his plead was in vain as your eyes remain closed,
“…..please”
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last love - satosugu
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Satoru sat perched on the bumper of Y/n's car. The two of them had finally made it to the edge of the grassy planes - where Satoru would leave the memories of his long love to venture off with someone he now considered a sister. It was too dangerous for him to venture further with the possible defenses the world of curses had put up. They were too close to the end to risk it.
Earlier the two were smiling, but now by the fire Satoru sat on the ground, leaning on the back of the car with warn parchment in his hand.
After the long talk with Y/n the other night he figured he should give Suguru a chance to air out his open thoughts - just in case his fears came true. Yet, nothing was coming to mind as his eyes travelled further down the pages. He had so much he wanted to say back, and now he was left with a silent head and shaking hands.
"Just scream, what you wish you could have said - it's not like you are going to send it." Y/n suggested as she drove to the open field where his last thoughts of Suguru would lay - or so he hoped.
Dearest Lover,
Once you read this I will be long forgotten,
Satoru looked toward Y/n as her laugh filled the dark scene as she spoke with Nanami or Shoko over the phone, making a smile fall on his face.
hopefully not by all, but I know by most.
I know you may never forgive me for what has happened over the course of the last handful of years - but know I did it to keep the ones I love safe. While that may be hard for you to believe - open rebelion was the only option I had.
I have tried to write this letter numerous times over the past year, but each time I start I cannot finish. I am pained to say you were right - I am a coward when it comes to our friends, and when I am faced with you most of all.
You were also right when you said that you were everything I wanted to be. Though, your belief in why was skewed. You were everything I wanted to be - not for myself, but for others. You rebelled on your own beliefs, my silent rebellion was for the beliefs of others. The belief that Nanami could return to his parents with open arms. The belief were Haibara could be with his family once again. The belief where...I could attend our wedding without putting the two of us in danger. The belief that one day Y/n could be safe in the world she loves.
I know you think I am selfish, and I understand why as over the years my theatre mask was tied just a little too well. And I can not blame you for not wanting to take the step to loosen it - you had yourself to worry about, and I am afraid if I did not leave on our sixteenth birthday I would not have a lover to write this letter too.
I admired you from the start, Satoru. I know many told you differently, but you were my first form of light. My first love, and my last.
I am sorry we could not be together today peacefully. But know that there is not a day that goes by where I do not pray to the stars for your safety.
I love you, Satoru.
Eternally,
S. Geto
#satosugu#stsg#stsg angst#geto suguru#gojo satoru#satosugu angst#jjk#satosugu x y/n#suguru geto#jjk x reader#jjk satoru#jjk geto#jjk gojo
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Aemond/Lucerys ABO AU
Where Viserys after seeing so many people against Rhaenyra’s claim reluctantly weds her to Daemon, making his brother his heir and next king, his daughter his queen. At least his daughter would be a queen and safe from all harm. He knows literally no one would question Daemon’s claim, not if they wanted to die a very painful death. He knew how fierce his alpha brother was, no one could force their opinions on him or try to control him either.
As angry as Daemon made him at times, he knew his brother was not a monster as many people liked to believe. Unlike him who ordered his wife’s death for a son. No, he did not get to judge Daemon when he literally took Rhaenyra’s mother from her for a male heir, he did not get to say he loved Aemma after all he did.
Despite not liking it, he had seen Rhaenyra and Daemon’s attraction, he hoped they would have a good life together. Rhaenyra would at least not let Daemon be as unhinged as he was, Daemon would listen to her, of that he was sure. They would rule together and be happy.
Otto’s plans are ruined when Viserys makes the announcement. He now regrets marrying his daughter to him. He asks to be retired and goes back to his homeland, telling his daughter to forget everything. Nothing is relevant now.
Alicent curses her father but tries to make the best of her situation. She still has three children with Viserys while Daemon and Rhaenyra travel the realm for some years, enjoying their married life and preparing for their reign as next king and queen. Even her relationship with Rhaenyra becomes better after a while. The rift that had come between them lessens with time.
Years pass and Daemon and Rhaenyra have five sons, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Joffrey, Aegon and Viserys.
Viserys thinks about abdicating since he was tired and Daemon was way too eager to sit on the throne. He was quite pleased with his life, his daughter and brother were happy, he had five adorable grandchildren, and his own three children with Alicent. He even had an alpha son, Aemond. He was ready to live his life peacefully now without all the headaches. Let Daemon deal with them.
When Daemon is crowned king he feels very very pleased. He has finally gotten his hearts desires, he is king, he has Rhaenyra by his side, he has five sons.
It still does not stop him from scowling at his nephew who keeps on looking at his son with the look he recognizes very well. He does not like it in the slightest that Aemond is looking at his son, Lucerys, his omega son the same way he looked at Rhaenyra once upon a time. How dare he?!
The most mortifying part was Lucerys seemed to return the affections, especially the way he laughed whenever he was in Aemond’s horrid company.
When Viserys learns of this, for some time he just keeps on laughing and laughing much to the annoyance of Daemon.
“You don’t like history repeating itself, Daemon?”
Rhaenyra sighed, knowing she couldn’t win this argument. Daemon doesn’t find the situation funny in the slightest.
“He wished he was like me.” Daemon scoffed. As if the boy could ever be. Aemond should be grateful he was allowing him to marry Luke. He would not have if his son did not feel anything for his nephew.
Unfortunately, Luke did. It still made him so angry whenever he recalled the bright grin on Luke’s face when Rhaenyra had told him Aemond and he would be wed. Then again that grin, that happiness was the reason he allowed Aemond to marry Luke.
“Your father doesn’t like me very much, does he?” Aemond said as he recalled feeling his uncle’s glare at dinner. Even now that he and Lucerys are bonded in the tradition of their house, married under seven, sometimes Daemon still looked at him as if he had personally offended him.
“Well, all parents are protective of their children,” Luke muttered, resting his cheek on his alpha husband’ chest, “more so alphas of their babies.”
“Hmm. I suppose I would be same with ours.”
Lucerys blushed at the words, lifting his head to meet Aemond’s gaze. As expected, his husband was looking at him with that fond gaze of his.
“Children?” Luke asked, his voice soft.
“Maybe we should stop restraining ourselves. Even if I am afraid of the king and your father’s reaction if you get pregnant so soon after bonding.” Aemond gently stroked Luke’s cheek, his alpha delighting in the way Luke’s breath hitched.
Lucerys laughed, “He won’t get angry. Mother and father love me very much.”
Aemond’s eyes softened, “they do, don’t they?” He leaned down and brushed his lips with Lucerys, “not more than me.” He whispered softly, “I am the only who loves you the most in the world.”
Lucerys didn’t agree with that assessment but let Aemond have his moment as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. He was sure his love for Aemond was far greater. And he is not going to his parents. Their love for him and his siblings knew no bounds.
“You need to stop glaring at our good son, my love.”
Daemon smiled as he met his wife’s gaze, “when did I do that?”
Rhaenyra laughed, “Your gaze is always on him whenever he is with Lucerys.”
Daemon smirked, “does this mean your gaze is always on me, dear?”
Rhaenyra’s eyes widened, her eyes shining with amusement, “I think everyone is aware of how you look at Aemond with disapproval whenever he and Luke are together. Last night’s dinner was not unusual.”
Daemon shrugged, “it’ll keep the fear of gods in him. I think its fine.”
Rhaenyra sighed, “I think you are putting too much fear in him, Daemon. Will you act like this even when they become parents?”
Daemon stilled, “our son is pregnant? So soon after bonding?”
Rhaenyra shook his head, “no. But it will happen sooner or later.”
Daemon leaned back on the pillows, “yes, yes, I know it will.” He sighed, “I think I understand now why Viserys was so reluctant to wed you to me.”
Rhaenyra smiled wistfully, “yes. There is always this worry there, isn’t it?”
Daemon nodded, “there is. But I get where you are coming from. Aemond does adore Luke so it will be fine. I guess I am more worried for him and Viserys since they are omega children of ours.”
Rhaenyra nodded and leaned in to rest her head on her husband’s chest, “Viserys is very young still. We have time before he’ll be of age.”
Daemon groaned, “I hope he ends up developing feelings for either Joff or Aegon. That’ll save us the headaches.”
Rhaenyra laughed, “well there is no harm in hoping.”
#lucemond#aemond x lucerys#lucerys velaryon#aemond targaryen#Daemon Targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#viserys targaryen#Jace is with Baela so they don't consider him as a candidate
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To Give Back
Din Djarin x F!Reader
Chapter 1: The Spruce Blue Plush
Masterlist
Author’s note: I was going to turn this into a one shot but… I guess it’ll be a short series? I don’t know let’s just see how this goes. I have plenty of ideas on how this is going to be. I’m kind of winging it as well as planning some chapters. Hope you guys like it!
Also planet’s all made up and I don’t know what I’m doing. I just have this idea in mind and I cannot resist writing it. It has been a while since I did something like this. I’ll try my best to do more research so that I don’t fk up. But if I do, feel free to correct me.
Summary: It has been a year since you lost your friend and upon his wishes, you kept his armor in order to find his people to give back it to them and you got some secrets that will be unveiled to your new friend. (Sorry sucky summary but it’s the best I can do without spoiling the story)
Warnings: not much. Just fluff and even angst. Some violence. Mentions of blood.
Disclaimer: I do not own Disney or the Mandalorian or you just the story plot.
Words: 1,699
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You’ve only been on a planet for about week and luckily this day is just like any other day. Early in the morning where the air is usually cool and refreshing after a good night’s sleep.
Its multiracial citizens living their normal lives peacefully… in some days, but at least you’re able to rest easily while still alert for bounty hunters in case you know them or any other threats. As long as you keep your hood up and stay inconspicuous, it’ll be fine. It’s what the locals would tell you anyway. So far, there has been no problems.
You took a look at the town in front of you from your ship after checking what you need to stock for supplies. You’ve decided to leave the next morning after a well rested vacation and as much as you like it here, you felt that you shouldn’t stay too long.
With a satchel and your bag of credits by your side. Your hooded cloak on. Your staff set on your back, your blaster pistol holstered on your right leg. Your knife on your left hip. Your comfortable attire for easy movement. All hidden under your cloak with just your front slightly exposed. You feel all set to go.
Before closing the ramp of your ship, you took one more look at the closet that is next to your bed area on the right side. That feeling of melancholy starts to linger on your chest. You took a deep breath, head down. Your hands placed on your hip as you lean on your dominant side. You grunted, letting that feeling aside and started gliding down your ramp.
…
You took your time around the area, since that’s the reason why you came early and it’s where most vendors are open and there would be fresh produce and supplies at stock. Feeling the grumbling of your stomach, you settled on fresh fruit and your started heading to a fruit stand where a twi’lek sits behind. She gave you a smile, and you smiled back, looking down to look for your favorite fruits.
Paying the twi’lek, you smiled, thanking her before setting out to other vendors.
You enjoyed your little fruit snack until you spotted something at a different vendor that sells little trinkets, toys, and books. You hummed, eyes wandering all over the table and stopped, noticing a cute little handmade frog plush.
You picked it up, smiling at how cute it looks. Noticing the familiar spruce blue as it’s main color for the plush. You gave it a light squeeze, staring into the eyes as a thought floods your mind. You felt the sudden ache on your chest again.
The sound of tiny giggles snapped you out of your thoughts as your eyes trailed over from the plushy to a tiny green creature with large ears as big dark brown eyes stared at you with curiosity. Three little fingers reaching out to you. You felt your heart nearly leap out of your throat, startled at the sight before calming yourself, realizing that what you’re looking at is a little baby tucked inside a brown bag, all snuggled and safe, just a foot away from you.
As you look at its big brown eyes, you felt a small familiar connection to it and you crank your neck a little, tilting your head to the side, curious.
You find yourself smiling softly at the baby, gently whispering, “Hello.” Wiggling a finger at it, not planning to move any closer before a large gloved hand grabbed the little baby’s hand out of your reach and tucked it into the bag.
You jumped slightly at the sudden movement and your eyes met with a black t-shaped visor. Staring right into you, observing you. His tall stature feels as if he’s hovering over you but his body is facing the vendor and his head turned slightly as what seemed to be him glaring at you and your eyes would widen, realizing now that standing before you is a Mandalorian.
He stood tall, shoulders squared. His armor purely made from beskar from what you remembered to be the most toughest metal of the entire universe and… It rightfully belongs to his kind. Your mind remembering the armor that is sitting in your closet back at your ship.
You noticed how his hand is over the child, protectively as he stared down at you.
You obviously couldn’t tell what he’s thinking with that shiny helmet of his. Everyone should be afraid when one is at the presence of a mandalorian but… You couldn’t help but stare in awed.
You murmured ‘beautiful’ softly, accidentally in mando’a, only later held your tongue hoping he didn’t hear you but judging by how he reacted, he for sure did. He only stared at you still.
You felt flustered, quickly setting down the plushy only for it to fall over. You bend over to grab it from the floor and bumped your head under the table with a loud thunk. All that happened in a matter of seconds.
“Dank farrik!!” You whispered yelled, rubbing your head. You carefully stood up, minding your head this time and then using the table to lift yourself up. Placing the frog on the table again and making sure it stays.
You looked at older lady in front of you, nodding your head to apologize while she softly asked if you were okay. You felt the heat radiate from the tip of your ears from embarrassment. How are you even still here?!
You glanced back at the Mandalorian, seeing that he’s still looking at you, only you noticed how his head tilt to the side, sort of mocking you in a way before focusing on the items in front of him. You pouted at his reaction. Your eye trailed to the items in front of him. It looks like he’s also looking at the different color variety of frog plushies.
You look back down at the child, noticing how the little one is still reaching for the plushy that you were holding. You assumed that that’s why they’re here, standing pretty awkwardly in front of the vendor.
You figured maybe the lil babe wanted the one you were touching. You lightly squeezed the plushy. You actually wanted the plushy for yourself because of personal reasons but seeing that it’s the only one color, oddly enough, you decided to give it up.
You slowly slid the plushy to the Mandalorian’s side, smiling at the green baby, mumbling you can have it before turning around to head on your way. Just a few feet ahead, you paused for a moment before shaking your head.
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It was getting close to night time and it was also starting to rain a bit so you hurried back to your ship so that you could put your goods away and enjoy the scenery in front of you.
At night, the town would light their lanterns and it would just look so beautiful even when it rains. It’s often that it would rain on this planet but tonight, it looks like it’s going to be pouring. You sighed, taking a one more look at the beautiful lit up town once more before closing the ramp.
As you reached for the button, you heard loud screams and blasters going off. The voices echoed throughout town. You whipped your head to the direction of the commotion.
Blindly grabbing your staff, feeling a bit uneasy. This is the first you’ve ever heard chaos unfold within the small, what used to be peaceful, town, in the week that you’ve stayed.
Luckily you had already dimmed the light of your ship’s interior so that you wouldn’t attract any attention. Your ship’s pretty hidden in the woods which is just behind the town, and people hardly go to the woods so you’re not too worried.
However, you felt a tug in your chest and worry begins to wash over you. Thinking back of the child and the Mandalorian. You didn’t really think much of it but it’s just something about them that draws you to them. Mainly towards the child by force but with the Mandalorian… Well, it’s much deeper.
You heard a child’s cry and whimper out in the distance and you turned your head, squinting your eyes as your noticed a very tiny figure hiding behind one of the houses. Holding closely what looks to be the same plushy from this morning. Your eyes widen. You grabbed your satchel and cloak, quickly putting it on.
You ran towards the child and when the child saw you, it whimpers and started running towards you with one hand reaching up to you.
“Little one! What are you doing out here by yourself?!” You shouted, concerned.
Your heart dropped when you noticed a trandoshan lurking in the shadows. Its eyes on its prey.
You gritted your teeth, “Get away from him!” You whip out your staff, as your snatched up the child, blocking the hunter’s attack. You kicked the lizard in the crotch, swinging your staff down with full force to knock him down.
The impact caused him to slam into the ground hard and as he was about to grab your leg, you slam the end of your staff to his scaly hand, causing him to yell in pain and spoke atrocities at you. Most likely calling you insults, so you swung your staff at his head once more to shut him up, knocking him out with the end of your staff again. Making sure he’s unconscious (maybe dead.) You huffed, leaning on the wall and placed your staff next to you. You looked down at the child.
“You okay?” You asked him, using your thumb to gently rub his hand. He cooed, grabbing your shirt for comfort, seemingly out of breath and scared. On his left, he holds the plushy that you left for him to take. He placed his left hand on your finger. You smiled, “Your dad must of gotten that for you. That’s good…”
Your brows furrowed, using your finger when you noticed dark splotches on the child’s rope. You gasped, realizing that it’s blood.
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Chapter 2: Safe Place
And that’s the end of chapter 1. Not bad so far. Hope you guys like it! Expect the next chapter maybe next week?
#din djarin x reader#mando x you#mandalorian x reader series#mandalorian x reader#for fun#disney#the mandolarian#his name is grogu#grogu#grogu djarin#mandalorian and grogu#baby yoda
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fic titles let's go!
A Distant Echo
Always and Forever
Not all who wander are lost
🤗 from @cross-my-heartt
Thank you for the ask darling 🥰 I had to sleep on these to get the idea juices flowing, but I hope you like what I came up with for these amazing titles!
A Distant Echo
After Fives is killed, he becomes a force ghost, just like all the clones do. He reunites with his fallen brothers and domino squad, and they all share a beautiful moment. However, there's one person missing, Echo.
After realizing Echo never died in the explosion, Fives goes searching for him. He eventually finds Echo on Skako Minor and is appalled by his state, but as a force ghost, he can't do anything to help him. So, he just stays there and talks to him. He tells him stories and jokes. Just like old times.
Then, one day, Rex shows up with a group of funky clones and rescues Echo. Fives is elated that Echo is awake and moving, but Echo still can't see or hear him. Fives hugs Echo as best he can through the force, but his feelings don't get through.
When Rex reveals to Echo that Fives is dead, Fives tries endlessly to console Echo, but he can't. Fives whispers, "I'm here. I'm still here", but Echo can't hear his voice.
Unhappy with his inability to reach Echo, Fives decides to follow him wherever he goes to make sure he stays safe. Fives, of course, is wary of Echo's new squad, but slowly warms up to each of them when he realizes Echo is happy.
Fives talks to Echo a lot. He'll hang over Echo's shoulder and comment on everything he does. He'll make hilarious jokes that no one laughs at. He'll try, and fail, to fight anyone who attempts to harm Echo. And he'll sit with him silently when he's sad.
When Echo finally passes and becomes a force ghost himself, the first person he sees is Fives. Echo rushes into Fives arms and cries, "I've missed you so much." To which Fives responds, "I never left your side."
Always and Forever
Omega is all grown up. She's fought with the rebellion, alongside the Bad Batch and Rex, for many years now. She's gone undercover, infiltrated imperial factories, battle stations, and much more. All for the sake of freedom.
Now, the rebellion is over. The remainder of the living clones are tired, very tired. As Omega aged normally, the clones aged rapidly. They all look like 'old men', while Omega is a beautiful young woman.
Unable to move as well as they used to, the old clones, weary from fighting, retire to Pabu. Omega runs the "old clones home" and welcomes any new clone that needs a place to stay, and eventually find a place to peacefully pass on.
The Bad Batch has slowly lost members. Old age has that effect on people. Omega mourns each one but continues to make the clones' last moments as comfortable as possible. Holding their hands. Letting them tell war stories. Wiping their tears. Never once allwong a single clone die alone.
But now. Now it's Hunter's turn. His health had steadily declined for the last few weeks. Omega watches closely, with immense pain in her heart. It's just like to Hunter to be the last of the Bad Batch to leave this world. He was too stubborn to die before the men he led so fearlessly.
Omega sits at his bedside, holding his frail hand against her face. She tries not to, but the tears begin to fall down her face. Hunter tugs his hand away, and Omega releases it. His shaking hand lifts up to wipe away her tears as he smiles. Omega smiles back.
"I'm going to miss you," Omega sniffles.
"Me too, kid," Hunter replies softly.
"You'll still be my brother, right?" Omega's voice cracks.
"Always and forever," Hunter answers as he drifts off to be one with the force.
Not All Who Wander Are Lost
After the fallout from Order 66, Captain Rex goes into hiding from the Empire. He bids Ahsoka farewell and embarks on a new mission. Perhaps the most important mission of his entire career: save the clones.
Rex watches from the shadows as the Empire casts out and discards clones across the galaxy. Labeled as useless or unfit for the Empire's needs. He begins to build his network and finds a home base on Coruscant for refugee clones.
He scours the galaxy for more clones, rescuing as many as possible. Some go willingly, some refuse his hand, and others, well, others don't get a choice and perish before Rex can get them out. Their deaths weigh heavy on him, but he's only one man.
Slowly, he picks up more clones that will help with the cause, including Captain Gregor, Commander Wolffe, and, to many a surprise, Commander Cody. With a small force of some of the most loyal and trusting clones by his side, Rex continues his efforts.
Eventually, Rex recruits Echo into his cause, and the five clones, now a full squadron, lead the charge in clone rescue operations. Moving in perfect unison, they are a frightful force to be reckoned with. Follow Freedom Squad as they embark across the galaxy and save the clones!
#tbbb converses#i might just have to add these to my wip list#fic titles#fic ideas#the bad batch#bad batch#tbb#the clone wars#clone wars#tcw#star wars
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Happy birthday || Rindou Haitani
type: pure fluff, f!reader
wc: 0.6k
note: it's my birthday hihi and I love this man so yeah. And yes, my favorite color is blue
It was his girlfriend's birthday today and all of her close friends were enjoying it with her in a bar she likes. The whole night was full of laughter and a lot of alcohol, she's gonna be wasted and he must take her home safely after this but all he wanted right now was for her to enjoy herself to death. Even if that means taking shot after shot with her best friend without drinking anything else.
Rindou was so happy to see her smile and laugh. Her birthday isn't something she goes through easily and this year he does his best for her to enjoy it as much as possible. Even if people can come and leave the place as they want - because she doesn't let him privatize the bar- it was like it was hers all night. All her friends were here and of course him and his brother too. But most of all, she was beautiful, breathtaking and he was oh so proud when he caught people looking at her with envy. He wasn't even jealous because the way she smiles at him like he's her world means everything to him. She was happy, sincerely, he could feel it through the way she leaned on him to laugh out loud with her friends before looking at him and smiling. Oh how much does he love her smile. And when she started to get drunk, it was even better. All her insecurities flew away and she was so natural yet adorable that he thought his heart would stop.
"Rinrin dance with me after okay ?" She sweetly asks, as if he would ever say no to her. He smiled and nodded, kissing her temple as he held her closer. A little laugh escaped her mouth before getting away and screaming that she wanted to open her girts now.
Midnight had long passed now but she wanted to wait a bit. It seems that right now was the perfect moment for her and if the queen of the night says so, then it is. Everyone handed her their bags or boxes as she happily started to open it one by one, hugging people and thanking them a million times for their amazing gifts.
Rindou was a bit nervous. Even if he knew her by heart, he actually had a hard time finding a perfect gift. He wanted her to keep it forever if possible and so needed something that would never change, and he really hoped that she would like it. Without realizing it, he was the last to go. She was looking at him with brilliant eyes, peacefully waiting for him to give it to her. Handing the little black bag, he was anxious but still smiled as she opened it carefully. When she saw a box, she knew it was from a jewelry shop but she still gasped as she saw what was inside. A proud smirk appeared on Rindou's lips. A beautiful, thin, necklace with a blue stone was inside it and she looked at him with amazement.
"Yes, it's a real sapphire," he answered before she could talk and she wrapped him in a tight hug instantly. Holding her back, he was more than happy to see her reaction. He knew how much she loved the color blue, always talking about how it makes her feel at peace and he thought that sapphire was a really pretty stone for a pretty girl like her.
"You can't possibly do better than that," she whispers to him before taking his cheeks in her hands and kissing him. He smiled through the kiss. He knew that, but for tonight he will let his comment aside and let her enjoy it.
He soon puts it around her neck and before letting anyone the possibility to say something, she turns back to him, waiting for his words. He chuckles at her childish attitude.
"You're beautiful baby, I love you. Happy birthday," he calmly said before kissing her one more time.
I dumb and post it yesterday instead bc I can't read properly. I'm done with myself
I just pass 900 followers, thank you guys sm 😭❤
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers imagine#tokyorev x reader#tokyo revengers hc#haitani rindou imagines#rindou fluff#haitani rindou x reader#rindou x reader#rindou haitani#haitani brothers#haitani x reader#haitani brothers x reader#tokyo revengers rindou
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AU concept?
I’ve been scared of making an Undertale AU since it’s been so many years since the game released and there’s so many AUs, but in the weeks I’ve been thinking about it (realistically one or two weeks) I have a story planned out! (It includes my oc, Asher- the goofy little guy in my pfp)
OC Name: Asher [REDACTED], His nicknames: Ash (He usually goes by either this or his actual name- Asher.)
AU: Amber!Tale. (An AU I’ve been wanting to make for a good week now but, there being so many AUs, I didn’t want to get accused of stealing an AU I didn’t even know existed lol) Amber!Tale is quite a bit like Undertale, but there is an overall amber color/theme and a few other details that are different. For example, there is no king and/or queen. Asgore and Toriel do still exist, but not in their original roles. For centuries, monster kind lived peacefully on the surface. That is, until the humans came along. There were a few kind souls who helped hide the monsters, but a majority of humanity wanted them gone. They were different, and both sides feared the other. Then, the war happened. Monsters fighting for their home, humans fighting for a new home. As you may know from the original story, monster kind got driven underground, and the barrier was formed to keep them in. Well, this happened in Amber!Tale. As for why it’s called “Amber!Tale,” after the monsters lost the war, (and many lives) they started wearing an Amber color, whether it be a full amber colored outfit or just a small accessory, the majority agreed that they would wear amber in honor of all the brave fighters who gave up their lives in hopes for freedom and peace, for all the amber blood shed. And this is where Asher comes in. 10 years after the war…
Personality: Asher experiences quite a few mood swings, in short. But he is mostly caring for those he’s close to, willing to do anything to make sure they’re safe. He’s an over-thinker (like me!) and can be quite pessimistic when he’s not with friends. At times he can get too deep into his thoughts, and if it gets too bad then they consume him, and it’s difficult to break free from. But I’m getting off track, time for some descriptive words! He’s (positive words): kind, caring, loyal, creative, and he’s (negative): self-criticizing [I’ll make sure to reduce it to a minimal level, if leave it there at all], overthinking, distrusting, stubborn at times, can be a perfectionist.
History: Alright, I’ll try to keep this short. (I failed at this lmao) When the war started, Asher was only 4, and would be turning 5 in a month. A couple weeks into the war, some rogue monsters snuck into the house he was sleeping in at night and took him to a lab. They wanted to study the effects on things like DETERMINATION and BRAVERY (which is actually what the “amber” color represents. The BRAVERY of the monsters.) Throughout the war he was tested on in secret, and he experienced a great deal of pain from the trials. From the trials, he gained some of the abilities of those who have DETERMINATION, such as being able to RESET. His eyes can also glow an orangey-amber color based on how he’s feeling. When he’s not feeling extreme emotions, his eyes remain silver. If he gets really upset, however, there will be red laced in the amber, the amount of red increasing based on how upset he is. Time-skip about 5 years, he celebrated his 10th birthday (because he would have turned 5 one month after the war started, so this was 5 years and a month later) and managed to escape the lab and had to hide out and fend for himself until the war ended, about 2 years later. Now, after almost 12 years of freedom and happiness, he discovered the entrance to the underground, deciding to go in and check it out. (Currently at the age of 22). He was very cautious around all the monsters, despite their kindness. The rest, other than that, plays out very similar to regular Undertale. He makes good friends, and avoids other monsters to the best of his ability. (Papyrus and Toriel being examples of friends and Flowey and Sans being examples of those he avoided. Though Sans he ended up relaxing a bit around because of Papyrus.) As to why he “doesn’t” have a last name, he forgot it.. purposely, in hopes to forget the past with it. That didn’t really work too well, now did it?
#undertale au#I wanted to make an au so I did#original character#Please don’t let this idea already be done#Is it good?
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My little warrior is not long for this world.
Grey fur, slow gait
The new limp.
We walk slow now. Side by side.
My gait now matching his.
He never complains. No whimpers, no fuss.
Just quietly endures.
He was so badly abused.
It took him 4 years just to microbark.
Now, he barks because he can. Each one makes me smile. The joy it must bring him.
His vision is fading. Night walks now bother him.
We stay close to home.
Familiar sights, smells and sounds.
He has his spot. Now with a heating pad.
He’ll be cherished until the end.
His soft snoring has been recorded for when passes.
I only hope for him he goes peacefully in his sleep. He’s earned that.
I’ve given him the best I could.
Healthy food, a safe space, a warm bed and love. So much love.
I hope I was a good human in his mind.
I hope he’s enjoyed sharing space with me.
I hope he gets to run like he used to when he crosses. Playing fetch was a favorite pastime.
Now, the tennis balls sit idle. His choice.
Now, we snuggle.
Now, he sleeps next to me, paw on my arm.
He’s the most amazing animal I have ever met.
He quietly waged war against all of the bad things, conquering each one.
The broom, the vacuum, loud noises.
I hate the people that hurt him. I have mean thoughts about them.
I treasure his kindness and kisses, knowing they won’t be there soon enough.
I hope I have the strength to help him if it gets too hard for him. He deserves any easy rest.
I hope. For him, I hope.
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some info first// HELLO.
What do i even say, I replayed Danganronpa: Goodbye Despair and my brain went ballistic
Um 🧍🏽
this is going to be a VERY long post but I hope anyhow enjoyable for you. For context, I was into Danganronpa a lot, when I decided to actually post my art in the internet! It kinda. Launched me into having more followers. Then it sort of melted, the interest, so I stopped and suddenly it hit me again, two years later!!! So. I decided to do something bigger and wrote a prologue of a fanfic!! I don’t know about the frequency of posting it or anything, for now it is what it is.
It will be called “Taken good care of.” and will be komahina centred:) sorry, I know this ship is kinda overrated and over popular, cliché if you may, but I really like it :(
I won’t tell you too much for now, you’ll see how the prologue goes. What I absolutely have to say is that. English is not my first language and I think it shows real bad?? My grammar sucks and I do write poorly, when it comes to verbs n such. I hope it won’t make your eyes bleed, cause frankly, I just wanna share this!! I used to write a lot for myself usually, but I never actually shared those works anywhere. Not in English at least :)
Okay so having that said, I think I’m gonna jump straight into posting this! Gonna mention straight away and I’ll also put the tags about those warnings: post game spoilers, cancer, ed. If I find anything else or if I forgot anything, I’ll put all my efforts to fill it up immediately! So yeah, enjoy!! 🥰
oh yeah and I made little illustrations along the story! ☺️
{Prologue}Taken good care of.
Upon finding out about the state of the world we were stuck in, there was no other way for us, rather than go back to the island. Given what we have done, we’d rather contain each other, rather than it being done by anyone else. Maybe someday we will- no. Maybe someday the world will be ready to welcome us back again. For now, we could celebrate on our own. Because… After all, we had a reason to, right?
Without having motives and deadly… bear robots constantly giving us reasons to doubt each other, we were all less scared to live on the empty Jabberwock. Although we knew we had a lot of adjusting to do. Unlike the simulation, the islands had no bridges! That meant learning how to travel via motorboats, which Kazuichi managed to put together for us. Except a couple of times my motorboat whipped out (with me onboard), it was easy to learn and before realising it, we began to race each other at bay.
We already knew the power we held as a group. These people became my family quicker than I thought, even if I was never their classmate to begin with. About that…
It was weird to “make amends” with Izuru. It’s not like we fought for who gets to stay; it was more like… just being at peace with myself. Izuru became part of me, peacefully. It felt natural, but still… It was bizarre at some point. Suddenly I was Ultimate… everything! Though no one intended to call me this. Hell, neither did I. Ultimate Hope sounded powerful enough. But suddenly, I was able to help Kazuichi with those boats, when I have never handled a wrench properly before. I managed to guide him, Fuyuhiko, Akane and Sonia to help me wake the others. It would literally take YEARS and at least three ultimates to come up with the emergency plan and learn to execute it properly. Like- surely some Ultimate Neurologist? Analyst? Programmer? I couldn’t get used to the fact that I alone was able to do what these people would have to work over, for a very long time.
Well… I guess it’s the result that counts. When we successfully woke up TeruTeru and Byakuya, Kazuichi called me Ultimate Jesus… I didn’t know if I was more offended or amused by this silly nickname.
Anyhow, our new life on islands started after arriving at Jabberwock. We parked the yacht in the port and left it until it was safe to go back. If ever. For now, it was island time.
We had to do a little cleaning here and there. Improving the environment would surely improve our wellbeing! At least that’s what I thought. Within just a month, the paths on islands were clean again and flowers and trees were in bloom. Sky seemed… a little bluer. As some say, nature was healing. Next step was taking care of the buildings. Some of them looked like they’re rotting; that had to be fixed quickly. Of course a building can’t rot, but you get what I mean.
Sonia took good care of library restoration along with a few helpers and before we knew it, our islands gained a cozy hangout and chill area. It worked the same way with everything else.
‘Honestly, if you wanted, you could fix everything in like, two days dude!’ Kazuichi commented, when I walked him to the electric avenue. I smirked lightly, shaking his head.
‘And that’s exactly why I’m allowing you guys to do it.’
‘That’s some Usami-kinda-shit. You want us to cooperate to tighten our friendships or something?’ My friend continued to joke around, full of life.
‘You could say that! Besides, you were stuck in the capsules for a dangerous amount of time. It’s necessary to shake up your muscles and wake them up a little.’ I shrugged with a simple explanation. Though my words seemed to fly over Kazuichi’s head a little. He began to mumble that it’s weird how muscles have to be stimulated, how bodybuilders’ muscles don’t disappear once built…
‘Well- how do you spend the days anyway??? You were sleeping too!’ He blurted out suddenly, which made me jump a little. Afterwards, I smiled at him.
‘You can call me Ultimate Supervisor for the moment.’ I let out a soft giggle. Kazuichi let out a quiet screech, messing up his cap and hair with his hands as he ruffled himself.
‘I can’t with you man!! I will NEVER get used to this shit.’ He whined at me but quickly shook it off, seeing Mahiru waving to him from a distance; after waving back at her, he turned to me, fixing his attire.
‘Let me guess. That’s where we part ways.’
‘I was gonna say that! Goddamn you, Hajime… yes. That’s where we part ways. There’s a lot of electronics to clean and repair in those stores.’ Kazuichi hummed, glaring at the avenue.
‘I won’t be stopping you… just be careful with the wires.’ I said calmly, waving as my friend was skipping steps to Mahiru and shouting to me, that we will see each other at lunch.
I breathed in and out deeply, turning around and beginning my everyday morning walk. I had to make sure everyone’s efforts were fruitful. That’s how almost every day looked like, for me and.. it started to get very boring. Ever since we woke up, I noticed I’m easily bored. That probably connects to Izuru. I remember brief images from his perspective and his feelings accompanying them; sometimes they creep me in the night. Izuru was bored by everything, because he knew everything. I often wonder, if his brain worked to the fullest? If we’re told we only use 10% of ours…
‘HEY!! Watch it!!’ I heard as my ears perked up immediately, pulling my head up. There were moments when something unexpected happened and my brain could calmly feed on it. This was one of those moments. The noises and raised voices came from the hospital’s side!
I rushed there quickly, worried, what could’ve happened, seeing a scene unfold before my eyes. Akane was pulling up a whole table from Nagito who seemed to be stuck under it. Obviously, the bright smile never disappeared from his face.
‘You’re such a dumbass- I told you all to not touch those tables!’ Akane kept screaming, while Mikan gently pulled Nagito out.
‘My my, I became a burden once again..!’
‘All it took was leaving the biggest table to me, that’s what I was saying from the beginning!’
‘I wonder what biiig luck awaits me after this enormous table falling on me-‘
‘SHUT THE HELL UP!!’
I saw that Akane was ready to throw hands, so I decided to intervene before Nagito’s spine actually breaks.
‘What’s happening? Is everyone okay?’ I asked, interrupting. All three heads turned to me with mixed expressions and eventually, the whole trio smiled at me. Could it be, I also possess the skill of Ultimate Peacemaker? Or maybe… Ultimate Happiness?
…sometimes I feel like I’m going too far.
‘It is now! Nagito could use more hearing sometimes though.’ Akane explained, rubbing the back of her head. Mikan agreed with her, making a small and rather shy nod.
‘T-True.. we were cleaning up t-the on-call room. In-In case we’d need more rooms. Akane told us she will pick up the table that- blocked the majority of the room.’ She added, allowing Akane to continue.
‘And then we saw Nagito carrying it out purely on his own! It’s like 6 times heavier than him! When I pointed it out to him, he lost his balance and collapsed with the table falling right on him!!’
‘It-It’s a miracle his spine is- is whole!’ The girls talked over each other, while Nagito stood on the side calmly, swaying from side to side.
‘Uhm, I don’t recall that… at all. Oh well; it is what it is! I only blame myself, Akane, don’t worry.’ He let out a soft laugh, to which Akane reacted… much.
‘Uh- Duh!? I blame you too!!’ She bounced aggressively at him. I reached out my hands, trying to chill her down.
‘Okay, okay- let’s not fight. Nagito is in one piece, thankfully. Next time he’s going to listen to you more. Is that correct, Nagito?’ I asked, squinting at him. Mr. Happy-go-Lucky nodded a couple of times, rubbing his cheek awkwardly.
‘I will listen to you with every muscle in my ears.’ He promised, putting his hands together. The conflict seemed to have been solved. I was about to walk off, seeing how Akane and Nagito got back to cleaning, before someone stopped me.
‘H-Hajime!-‘ I turned around, only to face Mikan. As usual, she seemed awfully unnerved. Or paranoid.
‘Yes? Can I help you?’ I asked softly, to which the girl looked around, fidgeting with her hands.
‘I… I really would hate to bother you- and I don’t want to at all- so if you’re, by any chance, busy, I will refrain of course-‘
‘I’m completely free, please go on.’ I insisted very calmly. Mikan simply nodded with a nervous matter, swallowing quickly and glared around.
‘Um… is it okay if we… uhm… it’s… complicated…’ she whispered, getting all mixed up, seemingly. I looked at her calmly, before understanding. She wanted to talk in private with me.
‘Hmm.. if it’s this kind of matter, maybe we could go to the café on the second island? Does that sound good?’ I proposed, and Mikan agreed happily and relieved she didn’t have to ask that herself. We waved our goodbyes to Akane and Nagito before finally departing.
When in the empty café, I decided to put my talents in use again and started preparing us coffee, using a professional coffee machine. Calm music was playing from the speakers, while I got tickled by the steam clouds that left the machine, when I foamed up the milk, humming. Mikan watched me carefully; I thought to myself she enjoyed it a lot.
‘Not to flex, but it’s like, the first time I’m making coffee like that.’ I smirked, trying to engage Mikan to talk. The girl tilted her head and smiled awkwardly, eventually giggling quietly.
‘Gosh… it’s… unbelievable. That you have all those talents. It must be such a burden on your shoulders..’ she blurted out, still watching my hands.
‘Burden… I guess. It doesn’t feel that heavy, actually. I’m just bored a lot; my brain doesn’t have too much to chew on.’ I denied softly, placing the cups on their respective plates and carried the coffee to the table.
‘Did you know that 12 cups of coffee with- well- regular dose of caffeine- is most definitely a- a deadly dose?’ To my pleasant surprise, Mikan said something on her own, as she sat down at the table with me. It was a good feeling to see her self-esteem improve. I smiled at the coffee funfact she told me. I knew, obviously, but after all… I’m a well-mannered man.
‘Is that so? That's curious. I can’t imagine drinking this much coffee at once.’ I answered calmly, raising a cup to my lips to take a sip. Mikan did the same thing, letting out a bright hum.
‘I don’t… I don’t really drink coffee. I have a very- very fast b-blood pressure anyway.. though when you’re around, t-the whole world seems to slow down.’ She admitted happily. I took that as a compliment… My friends told me that often. Again, it probably had to do with one of the talents. ‘Nagito is right w-when he refers to y-you as.. as Ultimate Serenity. And.. speaking of Nagito.. I… I wanted to talk about him.’
My happy little sips stopped as soon as Mikan mentioned that Nagito is part of this matter. Hell, maybe even not only the part. Maybe he is the main subject. Or the cause…? I raised my eyes to look at Mikan’s face, setting down my coffee cup and blinking slowly.
‘…alright. Feel free to tell me everything I need to know.’ I spoke gently. I had to do absolutely everything for Mikan to feel comfortable enough to talk… who knows how serious the issue was.
Mikan meanwhile, took another small sip of coffee and put away the cup, setting her hands together, right on her lap, before speaking up.
‘I-I reckon… you- you were.. you seemed close to him…? A-Anyhow… I… I can’t help but- to feel… t-to be concerned about Nagito! H.. His health.’ Mikan explained roughly, gesturing a lot. I listened to what she had to say, tilting my head. At first, I thought Mikan was telling me that Nagito caught a cold or something… until I remembered what happened, when we were in a coma.
‘Right… I talked to Nagito in the simulation. He told me about being diagnosed with.. f.. frontotemporal dementia and lymphoma. But then he backed out and said it was just a lie. I’m not sure if these were lies or no, but that’s what I can tell you. It slipped my mind completely, but since you’re a nurse, you must’ve noticed something. Could you tell me more?’ I asked in a worried tone. Of course I was worried about Nagito… he used to say weird stuff after waking up, but since he was no longer planning any murders, he became more tolerable.
Mikan bit her lower lip, looking away.
‘O-Oh my… I… I had no idea… e-even though I suspected something- no healthy human… could produce white hair… n-not in his age at least! O-Of course old people- and- genetics mess it up sometimes b-but… his hair s-seems to have had a normal c-colour before.’
‘Yup, they’re sort of… light pink mixed with light brown on ends…’
‘B-Besides… that table situation. Um… F-Fuyuhiko… was able to lift that table up with ease, a few days prior. And- he is definitely weaker… than Nagito. L-lighter too… Nagito should be able to c-carry it out with ease.. m-meanwhile he.. was sweating profusely. As if he was… very laboured from lifting it.’
Hm.. that was new. I remembered Nagito having a lot of energy and strength. But… These memories were from the program again. Not only our avatars were our younger selves; it was all just a simulation and played in our minds and a fake environment.
‘H-Hajime…? I… I hate to bother you with this, b-but- if you could.. take a look at Nagito for me? I- I just- I need to confirm my worries!- O-Only if you- you don’t have to of course!-‘ Mikan got nervous again, stomping her feet against the floor. I coughed quietly, sitting up straight and smiled at Mikan calmly.
‘Calm down, please. Of course I will check him out. You did well, informing me about it, thank you.’ I answered her, making sure she was praised generously. Truthfully, her observations were absolutely crucial. I was so focused with all matters regarding islands and their restoration after The Tragedy, that I forgot about checking up on my friends. And if one of them was in danger… I had to ensure their safety.
When the Sun finally settled, I decided to go for a small, not at all suspicious walk on the beach. I was originally heading to my motorboat though. In our simulation, the second island contained some sort of ancient ruins, overgrown by plants and when we left, the building looked similar to the ruins - but modern. At the moment, we use it as our archive, not only collecting the past, but also preserving the current times. For the future.
The goal of my visit to the archive was obvious! I had to collect Nagito’s documents. Especially medical record, for Mikan to go through. I could read it too obviously, but truth be told… I wanted them all to still feel useful and needed, even in my presence. I thought it was the obvious reason why I allowed them all to work on their own and I hoped it was appreciated by them. At least a little.
I hopped on the motorboat and swam away from the main island. Eventually I looked behind to notice dim lights of the cottages in the hotel. Eventually, most of them went out, meaning everyone went to sleep. I couldn’t help but smile at that. That… had to be the peace we all dreamed of.
‘We’ve made it. I’m so sorry you can’t see it.’ I whispered, raising my head to stare at the night sky, filled with sparkling stars. Chiaki… I missed her deeply. Her death made everyone fall in complete despair and even Izuru himself cried over her body. And it hurt my heart that she couldn’t be there to experience the peace we all achieved. She would probably… chill on the beach or dig herself in the blankets Sonia put in the library to cozy it up. Hm… I can’t be right. She does see that all. I bet she’s sitting in the stars. She smiles at every act of kindness, laughs at every little argument… She's okay.
I shook my head gently, remembering my original task and pressed gas, starting to swim through the bay again. I couldn’t help those short episodes I had… When it’s so quiet at night, brain thinks more than usual.
Eventually I made it to the archive and picked up the documents. When I stood there in complete darkness, with one flashlight in my hand, I smiled to myself, continuing to think how much I actually changed.
‘See, thanks to you, I know it’s illogical for something to stand behind me in the darkness..’ I hummed to myself. Well, partly to myself, partly to Izuru. I used to be horribly paranoid in darkness, but now? Whenever I thought of something that scared me… my Ultimate Logic activates and fear goes away, like that! Unbelievable.
I guess I had to call it a day. That, I thought to myself when I was on my way back. Noticing all the lights went out in the hotel, I knew I had to be very quiet when going back to my cottage…
I peeked at Nagito’s documents, starting to wonder if that was even legal to do? I took the private records… no. Nagito might’ve been in danger and I couldn’t allow anything bad to happen to him. That’s what I promised to Chiaki. And myself, after we woke everyone up. That I will protect them with all my power..
I wondered if something such as Ultimate Leader existed on the list of talents I possess, because… I sure felt like one.
#danganronpa#danganronpa goodbye despair#komahina#danganronpa komahina#danganronpa spoilers#tw swears#tw spoilers#tw cancer#tw eating issues#tw health issues
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How do you manage having a dog and a ferret? I have had ferrets for years, and my family always had dogs, too, but now that I've moved out, I am hoping to get my own dog. I'm just not sure what sort of arrangement makes sense (my current ferret has free roam of my bedroom day and night, but I'd worry about a big dog who might step on her if they both sleep in my room!) Or is it just not realistic to have both without a separate ferret room/putting her in her cage overnight?
Hi, anon! Sorry for the long pause; life and responsibilities have been hectic, and I've been terrible with keeping up with Tumblr.
I've answered similar before, but had no luck finding the post, so here goes. I always say owning a dog and a ferret is very like owning a dog and a very small kitten. It's viable for both predators to get along swimmingly in your house, but it's also a reality that your bigger predator might see the smaller one as prey. I have three pieces of advice for this.
Pick your breed carefully! I honestly don't recommend trusting dogs bred for high prey drive with ferrets. Some individuals can succeed, but many fail even after living peacefully for months or years with smaller animals. Low prey drive is ideal. Moderate can work if you're willing to put in the training and management. Toy breed dogs with low prey drive are a dream as long as the ferret is appropriate.
Start young! I prefer to start dogs AND ferrets young on exposure to safe members of the other species. But if you can at least start with a puppy, do so! It makes training so much easier for both parties.
Be consistent with training and boundaries! Personally, I mostly advocate for the ferret. Puppy and ferret start on opposite sides of a gate, then with puppy dragging a leash, then with both supervised. Dogs aren't allowed to chase, slap, or bite ferrets, even in play. Play must be gentle and appropriate from both parties. If either party is being rude, the offender is corrected and redirected. I'll encourage large dogs to lay down or at least play bow before engaging the ferret. Ferrets aren't allowed to bite, steal from, or surprise/ambush the dog. Leave it and Place cues are your friend. Make sure both have a cage or crate to eat privately with door closed to prevent resource guarding (although having them take turns receiving the same kind of treat can be a good bonding activity if done carefully).
If you have a puppy, your ferret can free roam at night while puppy sleeps in the crate. By the time puppy is old enough to graduate from the crate, they'll also be far enough along to judge reliability around the ferret. I personally don't trust my dogs unsupervised around other household pets until they've been reliable around them for at least 1-2 years, which is, incidentally, also how long I wait to trust them loose unsupervised in general.
Hopefully that helps! If I can answer anything else, my ask box is always open. TenSoon, Pantalaimon, and I wish you best of luck!
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Okay, for your OC questionnaire, I have to ask #1 & #12 for Dottie and #3 and #9 for Colette! -Crowie (a.k.a. TCCG)
HI THERE, CROWIE!! (gonna take me a little while not to call you "girl" anymore, but I absolutely adore your new nickname! so cute!!)
SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU HERE IN MY INBOX!!! I am so happy to have received a question for my Colette too! so, without further ado, LEMME ANSWER YOUR ASK!
1-What’s the maximum amount of time your character can sit still with nothing to do?
Already answered in this post here! :)
12- How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?
WELL. Now, if we are talking about a literal itch that they cannot reach, it truly depends on WHERE and WHEN and WHO is around, if you get my meaning! But I think that, in general, she would just endure the itch, and hope that it would go away fairly quickly on its own, trying to maintain her composure. If it’s something she cannot truly endure and she is during a social event, she would excuse herself, go to a quiet spot and ask her mother or whoever is chaperoning her if they could help her reach the spot she cannot reach.
3-How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)
Colette loves to sing, at any time of the day, even before going to sleep. Although not classically trained as my other singer, Dorothea, she had a beautiful low, smoky timbre and a natural disposition for picking up tunes and remembering melodies, so, it was not unusual to see her sitting at her small toiletry table, taking care of her skin and brushing those long curls that made Arno go gaga, and sing the same soft lullabies either Antoine or most likely Mathias used to sing to her when they put her to sleep. It’s a comforting ritual for her, especially when Arno is not around and is busy with missions for the Brotherhood.
When Arno is at the Cafe Theatre, then it’s completely different. They would probably enjoy a relaxing bath together and chitchat with one another about the long day they had behind them, getting so lost in the chatters that the water would probably run cold. If either of them had a particularly rough day, the other would gently help the other, allowing them to relax and making their presence known by listening intently and offering the other a safe place to let out all they needed to let out. Often, they would lie in bed together, with Colette brushing his hair and giving him small kisses until he fall asleep. When she sees that he is soundly snoring (dear gods, Arno, the snoring), then she is able to peacefully lie down and fall asleep herself.
9-Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?
Colette swears. More than she would like to admit, although, when she does, it’s most likely because she is angered by something or anxious to the point that she cannot control. So, in those situations, she is more likely to drop the equivalent of a French F-Bomb. This all goes down the drain when someone messes with Arno. She just goes full-on raging fire, waving her notorious rolling pin, uttering all the profanities she knows (ahh, all the times Claude had to hold her, because otherwise she would have likely reduced Arno’s offender in a pulp lol).
As for remembering her first swear word, she doesn’t, but Antoine and Mathias do, because they were the one responsible (indirectly, tho?) for her to learn it. You see, Colette was a wee bab of merely 3 years of age, joyous and happy, but a little delayed in her speech, much to her elder siblings worries. So, one day, while Antoine and Mathias were arguing in a rather heated way (Mathias is a lamb most of the time, but he does have a temper underneath all that sweetness), Colette would just run into their room, worried as children always are when they hear the people they love argue, and screamed, a “PUTAIN” so loud, Mathias swears he can still hear it reverberates across the rooms. Mathias and Antoine were taken off guards, but started laughing so much afterwards (and then they had to stop little Colette from uttering that word out just because she thought it was funny. Needless to say, they were kinda bummed out when they realized that she wasn't planning on stopping dropping that word at the most inconvenient of times 😂)
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE QUESTIONS.
I HAD TRULY SO MUCH FUN! <3
--Nemo
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(referring to this ask game here)
#Assassins Creed Unity#AC:Unity#Assassin's Creed Syndicate#AC:Syndicate#AC:Ocs#Colette De Beaumont#Dorothea Starrick#my ocs#ask answered#friends
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My Everything | S.B
Paring: Sirius Black X Wife!Reader
Summary: When five marauders goes to two within the instance of a day. Two children are left without fathers and a wife is left without a husband.
Request: Sirius Black x Wife!reader reuniting and she's Remus sister
A/N: My first Harry Potter request. I got so excited to see this in my inbox and I hope it isn’t the last :)
Perhaps it was the feeling of betrayal she felt when he was finally gone. The fact that everything he’d ever said was a lie. She couldn’t help but think maybe his vows were a lie too. The five Marauders were now two. Only two left. How did this even happen?
The unbreakable group of five. James Potter, the so-called leader of them all. The mom friend who always made sure everyone was okay and cared for. Sirius Black, the second in command. The mischievous, charismatic troublemaker who was always in detention. Peter Pettigrew, the outcast of them all. The shy and naive boy who gave them all a sense of logic. Remus Lupin, the intelligent and solace of them all. The only boy smart enough not to get caught. Y/n Lupin, the creative and sneaky one. The only one who could sneak and out of the Potions cabinet without Slughorn noticing.
Now it was just the Lupin twins who, as Sirius called them, the “Linking Lupins.” It was hard in the beginning. First-year was difficult. All they had was each other. Lyall hadn’t really been accepting in the first place, but Hope was always blissfully unaware of her son's problem. All she knew was that he had to go away once a month. Lyall cursed himself out every night that Remus went away, cursing himself for letting this happen to his son.
The cries of his baby girl begging for her brother. The wails of Y/n pleading for Remus not to go away. Not wanting to let go of him, hearing Remus from inside the room in the basement begging to be let out. Sobbing, crying for his mum or his dad to let him out, praying that the wolf doesn’t take over. Whimpering at how much it hurts the way his bones dislocate and relocate back together in a new way.
So yeah, first year was challenging. But Dumbledore had a safe place for him to go every evening of the full moon, and Y/n would be there when he woke up every time. Remus relished in the way her hands felt in his. They were so soft compared to his calloused ones. So gentle compared to his often rough movements. Small compared to big. She was everything he wasn’t, and he was happy about that.
James Potter was the first to talk to them with his flamboyant nature. His eyes were the lightest of browns with spotted glittering green. His smile was perfect and straight. How could someone’s smile be that way at the ripe age of eleven? Despite his aura screaming, “I’m the popular kid, and you’re the loser,” he was actually quite nice.
Upon looking at James, the Lupin twins both thought of trouble. They remembered the popular kids from their muggle school before this one, how they used to belittle Remus for his scars and how Y/n used to push them away. So, forgive them for being a little cautious around him. It didn’t help that James’ counterpart was the opposite of them both.
Sirius Black, lanky and confident. This boy had no boundaries and absolutely no limits. If he wanted it, he was going to get it. His eyes were the purest iron, and his smile was white like quartz. Hair black as coal and personality as gregarious as the color wheel. His style was toned back, but his character could’ve put the color wheel to shame with how bright he was. Sirius Black could’ve been the antonym to Remus and Y/n Lupin.
During second year they found another boy who was being beaten by Slytherins for his scarlet and golden robes. He was stocky, and it seems that he was pretty timid. His blond hair was disheveled, and his blue eyes full of fright. Y/n had stepped in front of him just like she had Remus from the bullies back in muggle school. Her wand was held tight in her grip as she stared at them.
“What are you gonna do, Loony Lupin?” One of them snarled.
“Aguamenti.”
The Slytherins were now covered in water. Damp like they had all taken a shower with their clothes on. Their black robes turned a shade darker. The evergreen accents turned olive, and the silver turned into grey. The main Slytherin boy gritted his teeth, and his icy eyes stared into Y/n’s e/c ones.
“You’ll pay for that.”
Y/n pocketed her wand in her robes, smiling sweetly, “I’m sure I will. Now, run along before I do something worse.”
They didn’t want to obey, but they also didn’t want to stay in that situation. The Slytherins scurried off like dogs following their owner's command. Y/n fixed her hair with her hand and turned around. She was offering her soft hand to the boy who was frozen, shocked, staring at her. Hesitantly he gripped her hand, allowing her to pull him up. She was only slightly shorter than him.
“Y/n Lupin.” She introduced, “You are?”
“Pe- Peter Pettigrew.”
Y/n bowed playfully, “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Peter.”
“Pleasure.” Peter muttered shyly as her group of friends approached.
Remus swung an arm around her shoulders, “You’re bloody brilliant, you know?”
“Our star.” Sirius swooned jokingly as Y/n punched his shoulder, causing him to pout, “Who’s this?” James queried, looking at Peter, who cowered under the hazel-eyed gaze.
“Boys,” Y/n smiled brightly, “This is our new member of the Marauders. Peter Pettigrew.”
Peter fiddled with his hands anxiously, “New- New member?”
“Mhm!” Y/n hummed, “You’re our new addition.”
James smiled, “Any friend of Y/n’s is a friend of ours. Welcome, Peter.”
From then it went from four to five. Peter never really stopped thanking them for letting him in. For the first time, Peter felt at home, and it was thanks to Y/n. He realized how kind she was, how creative she was. It was so strange. The group was so different, like extraordinarily diverse, yet they worked together so well. Y/n and Remus seemed to be the brains of things. James and Sirius seemed to be the trouble makers. Peter just did his own thing but always contributed.
In fifth year Remus started to worry. Everyone was so secretive. They stopped hanging around as much, even his sister. It hurt. It really hurt to see them seeking around on the map that he and Y/n created together for the most part. It wasn’t until during the winter break did Y/n finally realize what they were doing affected them.
Remus barely cried. Or at least that’s what people made it out to seem. Remus actually cried a decent amount. He was snuggled up in his room. His blanket encasing him, and his arms held around his pillow tightly, gripping it as if it’d leave him like he felt everyone else was. His heart felt broken. Y/n was outside his door, hearing his soft cries, and gently knocked on the door.
“Rem. Can I come in, please?”
He didn’t say anything, so she just let herself in. The door closed behind her with a click, and she saw her tall brother curled up into the tightest ball with silver streams on his cheeks. Y/n sat in front of him and rubbed the side of his arm. Remus’ eyes continue to release water like a dam that had been broken. He couldn’t swallow it no matter how hard he tried.
“What’s wrong, Rem?”
Remus didn’t say anything. He just dug his head deeper into the pillow he was holding. Y/n’s hand made its way to his sandy-colored hair. She was scratching at the scalp and smoothing his hair away from his face keeping the strands from getting wet. Her hand hesitantly reached his cheek and wiped away the tears that kept falling.
She sighed, “Remus, please.”
“You’re- you’re gon’ leave me, aren’ you.” Remus choked.
“Leave you?” Y/n questioned softly, afraid if she raised her voice any more, it’d make things worse, “I wouldn’t leave you if I was given a chance, Remmy.”
He sniffled, “You- you haven’ been a- around.”
“I know.” Y/n soothed, caressing his cheek, “But there’s an explanation for it. James, Sirius, Peter, and I have been distant. We know that. But there’s a reason for it. You’ll find out soon.”
Remus’ eyes met his sister's warm e/c ones, “Please don’t leave me.”
“Never.”
He smiled gently. The corners of his lips barely curled, but she knew it was there. Remus had fallen asleep with his sister's hand in his hair. When she was sure he was sleeping, Y/n left the bedroom, allowing him to sleep peacefully. Then she wrote a letter to James where she knew Sirius was staying too.
One more week, Y/n thought. One more week of this Mandrake leaf in their mouths until they could be done with this.
It took another month before it was ready. Before they were ready. They were in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom when they started. James started first. When he turned into a stag, they all began laughing. James turned back, pouting. Sirius turned second into a huge black dog. Y/n smiled and petted his head.
“Very fitting, Sirius.”
Sirius turned back, letting Peter turn next. He was so tiny that Sirius almost stepped on him. James and Y/n sniggered at their rat friend. Next was Y/n, who turned into a graceful cat. Her fur was black, and her eyes were a striking e/c. James smirked and nudged Sirius.
“Matching animagus’, eh?”
Sirius scowled, “Cats and dogs don’t match.”
Y/n turned back, “Don’t they?”
“Ready for this full moon?” James asked them all.
“‘Course!”
“Yep!”
“Can’t wait.”
That full moon was better than them all. Remus had people to join him. There was something that he noticed, though. Every time he’d get close to the cat, the dog would growl and stand in front of her. It was like the dog was protecting what was his. Y/n noticed it too. Every time Remus got close, Sirius stood in front of her, keeping him at a safe distance.
It wasn’t until a quiet night in the Marauders dorm did Remus finally bring it up, “Sirius.”
“Remus.”
“How long?”
Sirius furrowed his eyebrows, “How long what?”
“You know,” Remus moved his hand in a circular motion for him to continue, “How long have you liked my sister?”
“Woah, Remus.” Sirius stated in shock, “That’s quite the accusation.”
Remus tilted his head, “Is it?”
“Yeah. It is.” Sirius replied, “Y/n is my friend. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“So, you not sleeping with any girls for the past year is just a coincidence?” Remus questioned knowingly, “You staring at her during class and parties is just on accident?”
Sirius’ cheeks went pink, “And it’s definitely a coincidence that you always hug her first after every Quidditch match.”
“Okay, fine, fine.” Sirius confessed, “I like Y/n. I have for a while.”
“So why haven’t you asked her out?”
“Excuse me?”
Remus shrugged, “Why haven’t you asked her out yet? You know she enjoys going to Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks.”
“Mate, have you forgotten we’re talking about your sister?” Sirius asked, “Like your twin sister?”
“I know.” Remus replied, “She likes you too, you know.”
Sirius’ eyes were practically bulging out of his skull. How in the name of Merlin was Remus so calm about this? He said it so casually as if they were talking about the weather. Sirius expected Remus to get angry or throw a book at him.
“Are you- Are you giving me permission to date your sister?”
“As long as you don’t hurt her, sure.”
Sirius hesitated before asking his next question, “Can you help me do it?”
Remus smirked, “Casanova of Hogwarts can’t ask out Y/n?”
“Please, Remus.” Sirius begged, “I really like her, and I don’t want to fuck this up.”
Remus snorted, “You always fuck things up.”
“That’s why I need you!”
Remus just smirked triumphantly.
“Pleaaaseeeeeee.”
“Alright, fine.” Remus relented, “Just be cool about it, yeah? Take her to Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks. She’d enjoy that a lot. Maybe take her to Tomes and Scrolls.”
“You’re a lifesaver!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Remus rolled his eyes, “Now shut up. ‘M tired.”
The following day Sirius and Y/n did go to Hogsmeade together. She was amazed when they went into Honeydukes together. She picked out some of her favorite sweets and some for Remus since the full moon was a week away. When she went to pay for it, Sirius pushed her hand away, paying for it himself. Y/n wouldn’t stop thanking him.
Next, they went to Tomes and Scrolls. On any ordinary occasion, Sirius would’ve hated this. Truth be told, he wasn’t really a reader or a book person in general. But for her, he’d do absolutely anything. Y/n picked out some new books and began raving to Sirius about one in particular. So again, Sirius paid for them and told her to find a table in the Three Broomsticks.
Sirius went to the area where the book she was raving about was found. He grabbed one for himself, planning to read and annotate it for her. Maybe he’d give it to her as a birthday gift or just a random gift. Nonetheless, he knew she’d love it, and Sirius would fall off a cliff if she asked him to.
Inside he found her sitting with a hot chocolate and a butterbeer for himself. Sirius slid into the booth smiling at her. They talked about everything and anything. Sirius even went as far as to tell her some stuff about his family the other guys didn’t know about. He went on about how he envied Remus and her relationship wanting the same thing with Regulus.
Sirius told her how he wanted his future to look. How many tattoos he wanted. Where he wanted to live. How many children he wanted. So on and so forth. He was so open and so honest it surprised her. Generally, if someone asked Sirius what he wanted his future to look at, he’d just shrug. Now he was spilling everything to her.
It didn’t take long after that for them to become official. Remus smiled when she announced it. He was happy for her. Remus could see how happy Sirius made her, and for that, he was grateful that someone could take care of her in his absence. Y/n only wanted that for him too. One day she’d have a family, and Remus wouldn’t be her main priority. That scared her because, for all seventeen years of her life, it was just her and Remus.
After graduating from Hogwarts, they got married. It wasn’t anything huge, especially with Voldemort on the rise, but it happened. James was Sirius’ best man, and Marlene was Y/n’s maid of honor. Remus walked Y/n down the aisle and gently kissed her cheek before letting her go. Seeing Sirius and Y/n get married made James overjoyed to marry Lily, but that would happen all in due time.
So what was it that made her feel this way? Was it the betrayal? Was it the dishonesty? Was it the disloyalty? What was it in truth? The moment Sirius was locked away in Azkaban, everything changed. When Remus heard about it, she was his first stop. Inside he saw her with a baby on her lap. Their baby boy, just a year old. He was born only months before Harry.
Little Perseus Sirius Black. Y/n’s pride and joy. He was everything to her. Remus had walked into the house seeing his broken sister holding her child close to her as he cried. Remus walked in and gently took the child from her arms, allowing her to lean on his shoulder as he held Perseus. The little boy smiled at the familiar face of his uncle.
“Rem!”
Remus smiled softly, “Hey, Perseus.”
It took a long time for Y/n to collect herself. Remus had taken a spot in the house since he couldn’t find a place by himself. Y/n worked at the ministry most days, and Remus would take care of her little troublemaker. As Perseus grew, he looked more and more like his mother. The same e/c eyes and h/c hair. The only thing that made him look like a Black was his defined body and facial structure.
The sharp jawline, the defined nose, the straight cheekbones, the semi-hollow cheeks, and the pointed chin. His features were that of the Noble House of Black, yet he could’ve made his way to look like a Lupin even more. For a while, Y/n worked a lot. She was trying to keep her family afloat. But it wasn’t until Remus said he got a job offer at Hogwarts did she have to stop. Working for her felt like nothing. Every day she was worried about Perseus going to school. Especially with Sirius being out of Azkaban.
The night that Remus saw Peter Pettigrew on the map, he knew something was wrong and sent Y/n and owl for her to come to Hogwarts. Without hesitation, she did. On the night of that full moon, she was also down in the Shrieking Shack, holding Harry close to her, not wanting him to get hurt. When everything got resolved, she cried.
Y/n went home that night rethinking everything. A week later, Remus and Perseus returned home. She couldn’t remember holding Percy that tight ever. Y/n was just thankful that he was safe and he was home. That night that Y/n and Remus told Percy what really happened, why his father was never really in the picture.
A year later is when Perseus finally met his father - well, that he can remember. He was fifteen now, going into his fifth year at Hogwarts when Y/n and Remus took him to Grimmauld Place 12. It felt foreign, and it felt evil. Needless to say, Percy didn’t like the place. Inside, Sirius was waiting for them along with many others.
When the door opened and shut gently, he knew it was her. For the first time in over twelve years, he’d be allowed with his wife again. The woman he loved and the woman he felt the most solace with. He’d also see the boy that he used to know grown up into a young adult. The young gentleman Sirius always wanted.
Perseus stood in front of her, Y/n’s hands on his shoulders. Sirius almost chuckled at it. Percy was protecting her even if she didn’t know it herself. He stood in front of her for a reason, to make sure she’d be safe. Sirius stood in front of them, swallowing harshly.
“Remus, Y/n.” He choked on the last name.
“Good evening Sirius.” Remus greeted politely, “How have you been?”
Sirius shuffled, “I’ve been better.”
Remus hugged him, whispering in his ear, “Don’t fuck this up.”
“Hey, Siri.” Y/n smiled with tears in her eyes, “Hey, love.”
Gently she walked in front of Percy and hugged him tightly. Sirius’ arms went around her waist, and his nose dug into her hair. The scent of her perfume and shampoo calming his nerves slightly. Y/n dug her head into his neck and placed her arms around him. They pulled away and smiled. Gently he kissed her forehead.
“I’m sorry for believing that you would ever,” She looked down, “You know.”
Sirius picked her chin back up gently, “You have nothing to be sorry for, love.”
Y/n kissed his lips softly. His lips were far from how she remembered. They were no longer soft and tasted of smoke. Instead, they were chapped and tasted of firewhiskey. Perhaps some things never change. Their lips melded together perfectly, just as they did so many years ago. They pulled apart, smiling brightly. She pulled from his embrace to stand by his side.
“Sirius, this is-“
“Perseus, I know.”
Perseus smiled nervously; they had the same smile, the same straight smile, “Hi.”
“Hi.”
It was silent for a while as Perseus shuffled, “Are you- are you staying this time?”
“I’d like to.” Sirius replied, “I’m not quite sure the extent of my living abilities, but I’ll be here.”
“I’m- I'm in Slytherin.”
“Okay.”
Perseus looked incredulously, “Okay? That’s all you have to say?”
“There’s nothing wrong with being in Slytherin.” Sirius stated, “Your heart is in the right place.”
“How would you know?” Percy snapped, “You’ve been gone for most of my life. You don’t know anything about me.”
Sirius quirked an eyebrow, “So you standing in front of your Mather was just a happy accident? You weren’t planning on protecting her. Shall something go wrong?”
Percy looked at the ground, “Someone had to make sure she was safe while you were gone.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair!” Percy yelled, “You left us. You don’t realize how badly you hurt her while you were gone.”
Remus walked back into the corridor to see Y/n frozen staring at her son. Sirius was standing in an argumentative stance. Percy’s eyes were filling with tears of frustration as he stared at the man who abandoned him from the start.
“You left me. You left mum. You left Remus.” Percy cried, “How did you expect this to go, huh?”
Sirius didn’t say anything, “Did you expect me to be happy?! Did you expect me to hug you and fall into your arms?!” Percy shouted, “Because I’m not. I’m not happy, and I’m not going to fall into your arms and hug you like a naive little boy. My mum deserves better than this bullshit.”
“Enough!” Remus snapped, and Percy froze, “Your father is risking his life to be here right now. To meet you. I get it. I wouldn’t be happy either if my father did what Sirius did. But with things, the way they are right now is holding a grudge really that important?”
“N- No, sir.”
“Percy.” Y/n called, and he stared at her with watery eyes as she approached him, “I get it. You’re angry, you’re upset, but he’s still your father. He wants to be here now.”
“B- But he-“
“I know, my love. He’s going to try and make up for it. You don’t have to trust him right away. You don’t have to say ‘I love you’ right away. He isn’t expecting that.” Y/n wiped the tears from his cheeks, “All he’s expecting is his son. The little boy that he last saw.”
Percy looked down, “I know you aren’t that little boy, and I wish you still were. The little boy that used to make me smile and laugh. The little boy that used to cause mischief around the house driving Remus mad.”
Sirius smiled, “You’re older now, and that will take some getting used to. I know you don’t remember, but Sirius used to be the only one who could get you to stop crying. He used to hold you all night, sleep with you in the rocking chair.”
“Sirius used to babble nonsense to you while I was at work. He used to take you to the park. Make you laugh by turning into a dog.” Percy sniffled, “Back then, Sirius was your everything, baby.”
Percy hugged his mom tight, “I- I’m scared.”
It was only loud enough for her to hear, “Why, baby?”
“What if- what if he leaves again?”
“He’s not going to.” Y/n moved the hair from his face, “Sirius wouldn’t leave us unless he had to.”
Percy knew what that meant. Sirius wouldn’t leave unless he got killed or died. Percy looked at Sirius’ eyes which were filled with tears from recalling the moments of his past. Y/n smiled reassuringly before Percy allowed himself to hug his father. He was wrapping his arms around his stomach, nuzzling his nose into his chest.
When they pulled apart, Sirius smiled, “You’re my everything, kiddo.”
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Pillars reacting to their crush who’s small but strong
Request: male pillars reacting to a really strong female pillar whos like super short like 4′10-5′ and they crush on them.
Pairings: Male pillars x fem! reader
Synopsis: Their crush is a strong smol pillar ^_^
Warnings: manga spoiler
a/n: I smiled at your request since I’m small too. Like I’m 5′0. And I’m kinda scared to do face to face classes since the boys at my school will tease me for not getting taller. Hmph. SO HERE YA GO. You’re the first request! Have a nice day whoever u are!
And I am so sorry this is so long! ASJDAOFHHASK. I got carried away in some of those storylines. I hope this makes sense (wrote this when I was hungry).
This would be a headcanon I assume.
I’m sorry if It’s taking me long to answer requests but don’t worry I’ll write those! I’ll probably upload rules for future requests :)
Giyuu Tomioka
yo this guy is tall not kidding
Giyuu is head over heels for you. He’ll want to protect you since you’re the most precious things he’s ever laid eyes on
Sparkles in his eyes whenever he sees you✨
He doesn’t want to lose you so he’s butting in on all of your missions. You get annoyed and you think he’s looking down on you.
You two get into a fight and doesn’t fix it since Giyuu’s communication is bad. It ends up in you walking away.
Nighttime and demons are lurking around in the forest as you take a stroll to clear your mind. Then a demon launches on you but thanks to your quick reflexes you dodge.
It’s a strong demon, close enough to become one of the lower moons. But nothing you can’t handle.
Giyuu senses a demon nearby and he frantically searches for you. *sim dads reaction when the mother goes into labor lmaooooo*
Lights fill up an area of the forest from the techniques you use. In like 2 strikes the demon dies.
He finally finds you as the demon’s ashes blow away. Your hair is dramatically blowing too.
He’s just staring at you then hugs you “I’m sorry. I’m not underestimating you…I just want to protect you.”
Then all good. He’s amazed by how strong you are despite you’re short stature. You’re going to missions together and sometimes he just watches you finish off the demon. Just happy to see that satisfied smile you have when you kill a demon.
Muichiro Tokito
When he first met you at the pillar meeting, he muttered his thoughts, wondering how could someone be that small? You’re in the same age but you’re small.
Shinobu heard him since she was beside him and said “that’s rude to ask someone”. She’s lowkey offended.
Tengen retorts to Muichiro. “You’re small too…??”
Since it’s rude, he kept his mouth shut. You’re the same age as him when you entered the corps. He thinks you’ll grow up anyway.
Surprise surprise you grew up, 2 inches. But still small.
He gets nervous a bit around you since puberty did you good. Won’t admit it though.
Cue swordsmith village arc
He’s having trouble dealing with Gyokko. (I hate his face. It’s weird and ugly.)
Then minutes later, you show up out of nowhere, giving great damage to the demon.
“Are you okay?” you ask him with concern and you two fight off the fish demon.
He’s in awe because you actually took over the fight. Sure you have injuries but those are minor compared to his and you were very careful.
He’s injured so he couldn’t do much but you saved him and the civilians by defeating the demon. That’s when he realized how amazing you are and you earn his respect.
Days pass by and you two along with the other demon slayers are commended by Oyakata-sama.
He thanks you when the both of you are walking together. He’s very grateful for what you did and you two become closer afterwards.
“Ah young love.” Mitsuri sighs blissfully as she watches you two leave the headquarters.
Kyojuro Rengoku
Kyojuro knows you’re small and he knows you’re strong. You’re one of his trainees along with Mitsuri, so you’ve known each other for a long time now.
You rose to the ranks of the pillars with Kyojuro’s guidance. And now you’re looked up to by the whole organization because of your excellent swordsmanship despite your small figure.
So you’re tasked to train 20 slayers ranked below Tsuchinoto. You take them to a clearing in the forest where training equipment are already placed. You train them by remembering what Kyojuro has taught you over the years. And you smile, seeing your past self in the struggling slayers.
You gave them a 10 minute break and after 10 minutes, you do a headcount to see if everyone is in your proximity.
“18,19…?????”
Oh no. A slayer is missing.
So you set off to find the missing one and there you found him.
Hanging upside down from the arms of a large demon. The boy is muttering apologies for straying faraway and is begging for you to save him upon seeing you.
You are annoyed at the fact that he has disobeyed your orders and is now at the hands of danger. But this was no time to be blaming someone for a boy’s life is at stake here.
You jump into the air and you take down the demon pretty easily with one strike of your sword. And you catch the falling boy bridal style with your annoyed face.
You put the boy down but suddenly a demon comes attacking you both. You kill it but more of it comes at you. They are easy to take down but it keeps coming, making you tired if you have to do this all night. It just won’t stop multiplying.
You think you’ve killed almost all of it but then the slayer screams “(L/N)-SAN!!!!!”. A monstrous looking demon bares its claws at you, but before you could react a flash of flames appears right in front of your eyes.
“Kyojuro…” You whisper in relief as he slays the final demon. The bright flames sparkle in your eyes as you’re once again amazed at the man.
Kyojuro looks at you and comes over. “You’re so amazing.” You manage to say.
He smiles and says. “No. You’re the amazing one.”. You always manage to face whatever challenge and it always ends up in you winning. Kyojuro knows how hard you proved others wrong by becoming a strong pillar.
Super proud of you cause you’re strong. He actually watched you battle those before jumping in to save you.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
He doesn’t really care if you’re short or tall
The important things is that you’re useful to the organization
When someone teases you about your height, you end up feeling down and he’s there to beat that someone’s ass.
He doesn’t like to admit it but he’s a softie when it comes to you. You eventually break down his walls and now you can say you’re friends with the scary wind pillar.
You always tease him though and he’s always annoyed. But everyone thinks you’re both dumb since it’s very clear that you two like each other but you still deny it.
There’s this time where Sanemi is visibly struggling fighting demons as you watch him peacefully on a rooftop. He’s glaring at you and asks you “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”.
You just smile at him sweetly😊
Sanemi pretends his heart didn’t do a flip. But his heart stopped when he saw a demon behind you on the rooftop.
He was about to call your name when another blink and the demon’s head was cut off.
He was surprised since it all happened so fast. You go down to the ground, landing safely as you battle demons that the frozen Sanemi left.
It just took you 10 seconds to eliminate those demons and Sanemi’s mouth is left agape as he watched you.
You weren’t normally like this. So why the sudden surge of power?
“Sanemi hun. Close your mouth.” You say to him with a blank face, but before you could go past him, he gripped your wrist tightly and placed your small body in front of him.
He dragged you so easily lol.
He hugged you with your faced buried on his chest.
It was the comforting kind of silence. Sanemi was scared losing you to that demon but deep inside he knows that you’re strong.
Won’t admit that your moves are amazing.
Gyomei Himejima
This man is the strongest in the demon slayer corps and the tallest
Lmaoooo you would be like a mushroom beside him💀🍄
Gyomei actually gets out of tricky situations easily because he’s that strong
You’re a fairly new pillar who earned her spot 3 months ago. You two were assigned on a mission together. A gigantic demon appeared throughout the village that was between the regions you and the stone pillar were assigned in.
Gyomei knows your capabilities so he trusts you in doing a good job, but he can’t help but worry about you.
He doesn’t care if you’re small, he thinks that height isn’t the basis for an excellent demon slayer. But he’s still worried, so he looks for you. I don’t know how he looks but he looks.
Then he sees you fighting off demons very easily. A determined look is seen across your face. Gyomei feels he’s tearing up because he’s so proud of you. Proud boyfriend here somethin.
You were just a weak mizunoto years ago and now you’re a strong pillar who can fight with him side by side.
When you finish off the demons, you look to see Gyomei smiling at you. This were the fruits of the harsh trainings you went through, it made an excellent swordswoman.
Among the pillars, you stand beside Gyomei in rankings. So you’re powerful like wow. O_O
Obanai Iguro
He’s small but have you seen him fight? He’s a demon slayer with remarkable speed and you won’t know he’s attacking you because his moves slithers secretly like a snake.
You’ve always admired Obanai even you’re now both pillars. And that admiration bloomed into something more.
He’s a strong pillar despite his small stature and that’s what you aim for to be like.
You’re trying to show off your moves to him every time you’re in battle together, to show him what you can do. To which he’s just “meh”.
So you give up on trying to show off and just do it for the sake of the people you’re saving.
You really gave up on showing off, but you can’t help it cause your breathing forms are flashy. Obanai doesn’t show it but he loves that display of power you have when you’re fighting.
Poor man doesn’t realize he’s in love with you even though others point it out.
He’s having trouble dividing his attention on protecting the civilians or fighting the demons. Luckily you were near the area so you came to his aid.
You slay the demons with your sharp and precise movements in just a short amount of time.
He’s like 😲 but when you turn he’s back to 😐😷
He’s one of the guys who won’t admit that you’re amazing and won’t admit that he likes you. You force him to confess though.
Tengen Uzui
If Obanai doesn’t admit he likes you, this guy would shout that he likes you
Would openly flirt with you because why not? There’s nothing to be shy about.
Always takes the chance to compliment and flirt with you.
“You’re cute (y/n)” “Thanks” Tengen finds your height cute because the height difference is HUGE.
Another mushroom like moment💀🍄
He knows you’re strong so he likes to train with you. Always ends up letting you win because he just likes it when he’s pinned down by your smaller figure.
When a demon invasion came in your area,, you fight them off while Tengen is called for backup.
He slays the lesser demons easily and found you fighting a stronger demon while protecting some children behind your back.
He smirks and leans against a tree, arms folded while watching you fight off the demon.
You did it so easily making Tengen’s eyebrows rise.
Then you see him and ask him “what are you doing?”.
“watching you.” He finds you hot and sexy when you have that focused look in the middle of a battle. He won’t say it out loud because you might smack him in the face.
Super amazed at the fact that you’re stronger than the other pillars despite your small figure.(he thinks you’re stronger than him but dismisses that because pshhhhhh).
Will throw you over his shoulder at random times. Thinking that his antics will make you fall in love with him.
And it did…
#kny headcanons#kny#demon slayer#giyuu x reader#muichiro x reader#sanemi x reader#kyojuro x reader#obanai x reader#gyomei x reader#tengen x reader#uzui x reader#giyuu tomioka x reader#sanemi shinazugawa x reader#rengoku kyojuro x reader#iguro obanai x reader#gyomei himejima x reader#uzui tengen x reader#muichiro tokito x reader
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anon request - READER X AZRIEL - sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you want! I got a bit carried away in my own idea of Azriel being supportive but protective at the same time!
some hurt/comfort with Azriel where he and the reader get in a huge fight over protecting Elain (like they travel to a different court and Azriel is overprotective) and then the reader goes scouting to also cool down a bit and they get ambushed, the reader gets injured and the mating bond snaps. Hope it's not too much trouble!!
Elain was absurdly still as the conversation played out. Conversation being a loose term for the shouting happening around her. You didn’t leave her side though, even though your anger flourished while they spoke as if she wasnt there. Azriel was packing her things, shoving them haphazardly into a bag. The bag that Feyre had given her from their first trip down to the markets after Elain had started acting somewhat normal again. The happy memory seemed so distant now, compared to the anxiety ridden emotions that played about in the room.
“We are not going to the continent.” Az’s tone shift was abrupt, a snap of anger leaning into it. He tied the top of the bag closed and set it roughly atop the living room table. The scattered odds and ends of survival gear and weapons scraped against the wood. You watched the stare down between the high lord and his shadowsinger patiently. Waiting for your moment to speak rationally to them.
Rhys’ power roiled above, his eyes did not hide his frustration with his brother. His gaze was simmering with that dark power he possessed. Azriel did not back down. “The continent is the only place that may be safe. If the King finds out she’s a Seer he will never let her go. We can’t risk losing her as a hostage.”
You knew she would be a hostage too. Feyre would never let her sister be taken without a fight. Rhys knew his mate well enough to know not to risk just Elain, but Feyre too. Cauldron knew what Nesta would do if she were in that room during the conversation. Likely spitting fire and shoving Elain out the door to wherever she seemed to think was safe. Thankfully, both sisters were scouring deep in the library for any way to help win this battle.
Azriel did not break eyecontact with his brother as he made to speak again. You interrupted before he could make the situation worse. “I have somewhere in mind.” You spoke softly, urging the staring contest to end. Azriel looked away first, and you were surprised at that. His eyes met yours with something like relief. “Autumn. We have Eris on our side if we’re caught. I have a spot we can stay until-” Azriels scoff sent anger shooting through you. You clenched your teeth together to keep from lashing out at him as he had been doing just moments before.
“Autumn is possibly the worst place we could send you right now. We’re on the brink of war with them potentially being on Hyberns side. We would be sending you straight to Hybern himself.”
“Exactly. It’s stupid and they would never expect it.”
“You’re not going. Beron exiled you. Don’t you remember what that means?” He looked at you with actual concern now that he knew you were serious. As if you had been injured and you were speaking a different language.
“It means we will be safe from Hybern when they come here to look for Elain. Isn’t that the point?” You wrapped an arm around her small shoulders and pulled her close. Az couldn’t argue with that. The other courts were not an option, as it would be harboring a target against one of the Night court Allies. And Winter court was nowhere to be spending the night. Not many survived the night there without shelter.
Rhys’ sigh was long and exhausted. Left without another option, he nodded to himself. He held out a hand and summoned two necklaces, both with pendants of black onyx that shimmered in the firelight. Az’s brows pinched together at the sight of them. The dull glow behind him shone through his wings, highlighting all the delicate structures there. You found his wings more beautiful than the enchanted stone Rhys handed you.
“Hybern won’t be able to sense your magic. Keep these on.”
Azriel was already tensing, his fists balling at his sides ready to make it physical if Rhys refused to listen. He knew with his entire being that something was off. Something would go wrong this night. His shadows warned him of something. And he couldn’t shake it no matter how hard he tried. “Rhys-”
“And you will be going with them. Keep them company while Feyre and I investigate just how many ships and forces they plan to bring.” He ordered in that indisputable tone of the high lord. With only a hint of friendliness. He gave Az a long look before turning back to you and Elain. “Do not take those off.” The nodded to the necklaces and started to winnow. Elain stood abruptly, startling you.
“Thank you.” She said softly to the high lord. He seemed taken aback for a second, before giving her a gracious nod and finally disappearing. You rose to Elain’s height and took her hand in yours. It was warm, welcoming. “We’re going to be fine.” You promised, not caring if Azriel saw the care you gave her. She had been there for you just as you needed to be now. She had practically kept you alive with her soft humming and reading to you when you were at your worst after being exiled.
“I know.” She said, voice soft as rose petals. But that dark power within her were the thorns of that pretty, perfect rose. The reason Hybern even knew to look in Velaris for Elain. That cauldron calling power that she couldn’t control to save her life. You grimly smiled at her.
“We need to leave.” Azriel ordered, tone neutral. Just a warrior needing to move troops.
“Let me get your bag.” Elain said, giving you a squeeze of her hand, disappearing up the stairs. Leaving you with the brooding Illyrian. You grimaced in his direction. He ignored you as best he could, hoping that the time for babysitting would pass quickly. He had always found it strange how you and Elain moved like magnets together. Found the soft way you comforted each other somehow upsetting. He paced quietly in front of the fire while you gathered your gear. Two small blades - one for Elain - and your sword. You rubbed at a speck on the hard steel of the sword.
Perhaps his lack of family had made that rivaling jealousy turn into hatred for the display of affection. He contemplated to himself. Had he become cold to everyone? Too harsh? Had the darkness he possessed taken him over? He tore his eyes from your short sword and locked them with yours. The thrill he felt wasn’t from anger or terror. His cheeks flushed slightly and you fought the grin that you wanted so badly to flaunt at him. The innuendos regarding the sword that you wanted to say were cut off by that look he gave you.
“Do not get into a situation where you have to use that.” He warned with a stern look. You couldn’t help the angelic smile you gave him.
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The smell of rotting apples and decaying leaves was all you needed to sense to know you were home. You took in the court border slowly, adjusting to your orientation after being winnowed. Elain clutched your hand tightly, the bag in her other hand quivered only slightly from her shaking. Your hands became slick with sweat at the familiar sights and smells of Autumn. You hadn’t been back since being exiled.
“We wont be able to have a fire.” Azriel stated, gazing towards the sky. It was far too clear of a day out to risk it. The slight chill in the air filled your stomach with dread for the night to come.
“This way.” You pulled Elain along with you, leaves crunching under your feet as you entered Autumn court. She didn’t move. Her eyes were blank, staring lifelessly into the orange and yellow forest. “Elain?” You asked softly.
“Five foxes will die tonight. Three more in the morning.”
Her words sent a chill down your spine.
Az took the lead, territoriality putting himself a few paces in front of you. He wasn’t subtle about it either, occasionally jogging ahead to scout for any enemies around piles of bramble when you came across it.
By the time you found your hideout, you were fed up with waiting for him to give you the all clear everywhere you went. You let you go of Elains now calm hand and stormed into the small shack with familiarity. Azriel hissed and seethed when you lit a lantern inside. “Get over yourself, Shadowsinger.” You laughed, taking in the small piece of home you made for yourself long ago.
It indeed was a long time ago when you’d last been there. But it still felt homey to you. The small space was just big enough for a stove, the table you’d found, and a bed pushed against the far wall. The fireplace hadn’t been used in years. Soot marked small animal prints along the light plank floors.
The dusty blankets on the makeshift bed were pocked with holes from mice and moths. The fireplace was nearly caved in on itself. The bramble covering that acted like a second roof was growing through the actual roof in some places. But it was still home. Your small exit from the world when things got too tough. Even after being exiled Beron hadn’t known about this place. He would have had it destroyed if he did know of it.
Elain pushed in passed Azriel. His shadows went wild. Searching every surface of the cabin. The long beams of the floor were hardly visible through the darkness he brought.
+
You knew you should have brought more blankets. You held back the teeth chattering as best you could, letting Elain sleep. She would need all the rest she could get. You could tell she’d been tired after the days walk. She rested peacefully under the layers while the wind shuddered the leaves outside. You pulled your coat tighter to your body.
“This was a stupid idea.” Azriel muttered from the corner. He didn’t seem cold, but the dark curls of shadow wrapped around him protectively. While you were left with nothing more than a coat. Your own magic couldn’t save you from the stormy wind, the necklace Rhys had given you also weakened your power enough that you couldn’t use it. Even in your homeland. It bothered you endlessly, feeling so useless in such a dire situation of needing to help Elain.
“Then maybe you should just leave.” You barked back simply. He didn’t have to come in the first place if he was going to be so bothered.
“I just mean-” He sighed, and sat on the creaky old table that took up half the small kitchenette. “We could have done this better. We could have planned… Differently.”
“We didnt have the time. We’re here now, so we just need to deal-”
“I know that. I’m just bothered that you’re so recklessly looking for danger everywhere we go.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean? I’m from here Azriel. I know what areas are dangerous.”
“Maybe once.” His eyes were not angry when he said it. They were full of pity and doubt. Your rage spilled over, and you were ready to shout. Ready to scream at him about what a piggish idiot Illrian he was being. But Elain turned over, sighing softly to herself.
So instead, you clamped down on that burning anger and walked out. And of course he decided to try to follow you. He made it a few steps outside the cabin before you turned on him, ready to roar. “Be safe at least.” He tossed his red jeweled dagger to you. Your heart squeezed, choking you up slightly. You brushed it away as best you could before he could see. You couldn’t yell at him.
So you took the dagger and walked briskly away, into the brush of autumn forests. Laced with the smell of heavy fruits and warm trees. Leaves fluttering in your wake as the wind tossed with ease.
You held his knife close at your side the entire aimless walk. Then, the sound of twigs snapping and males laughing heartily made you pause.
Far to your east was a dull glow beyond a knoll. You backed away slowly. Trying to be as soundless as possible in case they could scent you. The breeze whipped at your skin, blowing in their direction. The trees above you shuddered sharply, and you swore as a heavy weight fell upon your shoulders.
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Azriel paced in the kitchenette, his shadows swirling around him relentlessly, waiting for a target. It felt wrong letting you go. It felt like letting his hope sink. His shadows even seemed upset about it, as they now whipped around him angrily.
He swore he was going to run a rut through the plank floor. He sighed, glanced to Elain’s sleeping figure and forced himself to sit. You had the dagger. You were capable. You knew the area and knew what you were doing. He tried his best to soothe himself. It didn’t help much.
The old chair creaked under his weight, and he smiled. For someone who claimed they couldn’t work around the house, you were quite the crafter making such a nice hideaway for yourself. He finally took a moment to pause, and actually look at the cabin.
The stove may have been older than he was. The missing burners on top were replaced with a few forks placed carefully around them. The ancient shelves were dusty, along with all the jars and cups atop them. Cobwebs spotted the entire house, but his shadows had gotten rid of most of them after the first one clung to his face upon walking in.
Then he came to the table he sat at, the four unmatching chairs circling it. The table itself was solid oak, he could tell that much. But he wondered how you’d gotten it inside at all. Out of curiosity, he pulled on it. It didn’t budge. His eyebrows knitted together, and he stood slowly. The curiosity consumed him. He gave the table another tug. Still, no movement.
He crouched down, and noticed the planks around the single leg of the table had been cut out. Then he noticed the intricate roots weaving their way up the trunk. The table wasn’t just a table. It was an entire tree - or what was a tree once… And you’d built the entire cabin around it. His awe was quickly quieted by Elain.
“A part of you is missing. The foxes will die.” She muttered sleepily, her eyes blank. And he lay back down as if it hadn’t happened. “Elain?” Azriel called. Dread, cold and stinging coarse through him. “Elain?” He asked quietly, approaching her side. She flung the covers from her lithe body. Azriel jumped back, holding his hands up defensively. “It’s okay, its me.” He calmed her, noting the wild look in her expression.
“Find yourself.” She breathed, her eyes going wide with concern. Azriel’s heart sped, and he felt like he’d been dunked in a cold ocean of dread. Terror drug him under the deep waves and threatened to drown him the first chance it got. He took Elains hand and started walking the direction you’d left.
Leaving behind the supplies and the living table that you’d created.
+
A glance at the oversized uniforms told you all you needed to know. The fox sigil pinned to their tunics proved that the uniforms were stolen from Autumn soldiers. Your blood boiled. Elain had been right. But they would die. Five of them, at least. But you had only glimpsed at three so far. You tugged at the ropes that bound you. Firm, and not able to be broken.
Their campsite was large, and full of small boxes of different fruits. Several different types of weapons leaned against their low lying tents. And with how many scars their fae leader had, you knew the rest of their story in an instant. Bandits. Filthy trade merchants that lived for thievery and making a quick gold mark.
And you’d be worth their weight in gold once they turned you in to Beron.
“We’ve got a live one!” The male shouted to his comrades. They cheered drunkenly, their voices carried far by the wind. Their fire sparked and popped against the blue night sky. And you knew that your death may not come in glory of battle, or in the name of your home. But in being stupid enough to be caught by bandits. You could have died that instant if it would mean you didn’t have to feel that kind of shame.
The male cut the opal from your neck, and you felt your magic explode from you. Your thoughts were racing, searching. Finding something cold and dark in the depths of your mind and tugging on it. Then, it was a live beast beneath your mental hands. It coiled and rose, ready to strike.
The same one cut a long line down your cheek with the blade that had just cut your only protection against Hybern from you. You prayed to the mother that Hybern was too busy to notice a small blip of magic from an Autumn fae like you. You hissed in pain as the blade stung its way down to your neck, stopping at your collarbone.
You pulled on that coiling beast that called to you. Beckoned it to find you, to help you from this pain. Maybe you were begging for death, or at least unconsciousness so you wouldnt have to feel the pain anymore. The male stood back to let another scaled lower fae get a look at you. His tongue lashed out over your bloodied neck. He hummed in approval, letting his forked wetness slither across your wounds.
You felt them seal and itch with every pass as he took your blood. “Good.” the one with the blade ordered, then… to your dread, he pulled a glowing rod from the fire. They would brand you. Then take you to the high lord. Only after they’d humiliated you though. The males clucked at your involuntary reaction. They huddled close around, waiting for the screaming to start. Their excitement coated the air with a tangy adrenaline filled scent.
You reared away from the burning metal as best as you could. The ropes around you seemed weaker now that you had your weak magic back, but still too constricting to do much with.
You closed your eyes as the glow approached your chest. It warmed your face with the heat. They were going slow on purpose. Wanting to savor your reaction. It made your stomach go queasy. You hoped you would pass out. Better yet, just die of the agony. That way Beron wouldn’t have the satisfaction of killing you himself.
There was a thump, and sizzling. You cracked open your eyes, waiting that searing pain to hit you. But it didnt. The males stood back, bewildered. Across the camp in the dull glow of the fire as the one that had been lowering the branding stick to you. It was speared through his chest, pinning him to a tree. His mouth gasped, eyes wide and glowing a haunting orange from the fire. You would never forget the sight of it. The smoldering that came from the tree behind him as the hot iron burned into it. The wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing.
Then, the gasp and thump each male that Azriel incapacitated before you. Elain stood at the edge of the trees, her eyes still puffy from sleep. Azriel kept the kills quiet and concise. None resembled the one pinned to the tree, now sagging under the weight of death. No, the rest of them had easy deaths at the hands of one skilled at dealing killing blows. The wet splatter of blood leaving a body pulled you back to the scene in front of you. Az’s scowl as he cleaned his blade was that of a warrior who had seen much worse. Done much worse.
“I told you not to fucking-” He snarled, his hands on the rope at your wrists. He stopped though, and stared. The shadowed light of his eyes seemed to be blooming with awe. You couldn’t look away. The beauty in the deep irises, the way small freckles played about his dark skin. All new and exciting things you’d never noticed before. His scent alone was like a punch to the gut.
Him. Azriel. It had been him to find you. Him to respond to that silent plea that you so badly needed to be heard. He was that coiling darkness that had saved you. Your breath was a gasp, and you nearly fell to your knees before him.
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His hands didn’t work anymore. The world stopped turning all together. His heart was no longer his own and his soul belonged wherever you were. It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a foreign court’s borders. It didn’t matter that Elain trembled in the corner of the clearing. He was yours, and you were his.
He vowed it, for eternity that was how it would stay. He’d never leave your side again. Never choose to be without you for as long as he may be alive. His very being was now shared. With you. His soul intertwined your yours, wrapping delicately around your earthy light that contrasted his darkness so perfectly. If you were the sun he was the moon, always chasing, always following and living in your light.
The words weren’t needed but he managed to utter them. Around a shuddering breath and a shattering explosion of love he managed it. “My mate.”
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