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wonderlandwalker · 3 months

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Desperate Measures | Remus Lupin x Reader

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Summary: (Part 1: Desperate Times) After your break-up Remus doesn't know what to do with himself, but when he finally gets to see you again he promises himself to make it up to you by any means he can

Content Warnings/Tags: fluff, small amount of angst, big amount of smut, minord dni, 18+, unedited writing, still not sure if smut is my strong suit but won't stop me from trying

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: A lot has happened while I took a break from writing for a little while but it basically comes down to the fact that I still struggle with my mental health on a daily basis and writing isn't always my priority. While I do not plan to stop writing any time soon, the intervals of them will probably continue to stay longer. So thank you to everyone who has the patience to wait. Anyway, today is my birthday, so this is my small gift to all of you for the occasion xx

His friends didn't dare say anything, no, they could see how he was doing, they didn't need to ask. So they let him sulk, and it's not like they hadn't tried to cheer him up, but there was nothing that seemed to work. Not the speech from James, not the distractions Sirius tried, and not even the chocolate muffins Peter swiped from the kitchen could get a smile on his face. Just letting him wait it out seemed like the best option. But as time continued to pass and Remus continued to sulk, they realised a more hands-on approach was needed.

They weren't sure if talking to you would go over well, so they decided to test the waters by talking to your friends.

"What do you want Potter" Lily glared at James as he sat down next to her.

"Don't you think it's time she apologizes"

Now see, all of them were used to the incredulous looks Lily would give James, but this one beat the record.

"What in the seven hells are you on about"

"Remus has suffered enough, he hasn't left the dorm in nearly a week."

"So?"

"So. Whatever fight they had she clearly seems fine" he gestured over to where you were sitting a little further away, breaking your pastry up into small bits to eat as you laughed with Marlene over some joke he couldn't hear.

"Don't you think she should apologise to him by now, they always make up eventually"

Lily dropped the exasperated expression as her face turned to stone while she spoke her next words.

"Yes, James, she seems fine. I found her crying her eyes out on the bathroom floor. Just because she is coping better than Remus doesn't entitle him to anything. "

James's overconfident demeanour dropped slightly. He had been worried about his friend all this time, he hadn't stopped to look at how it affected you. But when paying closer attention he could see Lily was right, there were bags under your eyes and they were still a little red, you must have cried even more after the night Lily was talking about.

"You know I care for her as well, but Remus is being stubborn, he won't even talk to us, won't even tell us what happened, we just thought that if she saw the state he is in, she'd maybe forgive him, get through to him"

"There is nothing to get through about. He broke up with her, now he's suffering the consequences, good riddance if you ask me"

Now it was James' turn to look startled

"Hang on a second. They broke up?" Lily copied his expression

"Yes they broke up, what did you idiots think was going on"

"We figured they fought, they fight sometimes but they always make up" Lily started shaking her head as she answered him.

"Not this time, he broke her heart, James. Even if he did regret it, I'm not sure she'd forgive him, and I don't think she should either"

Taking a last look at you, James bolted from the table. All this time they had simply assumed he was irritable because of a fight, but you had broken up. Not only that, it was Remus that had broken up with you. No, this would surely not do, not if they could help it.

Over the next few days, they came up with a plan to, in the easiest of terms, get Remus to beg for forgiveness. It all started with the party

"I'm really not in the mood Sirius" Remus was stretching time the most he could, but Sirius wasn't letting up.

"You've been cooked up in that bed for nearly two weeks now, people are starting to wonder if we've killed you with one of our pranks. Besides, if nothing else there'll be liquor, liquor solves everything"

Normally Remus would have argued, but strangely enough, this time Sirius had a point. But Sirius had a mission too. Yes, he was following the plan step by step. He had talked to Marlene, who had promised to get you to the party as well, which was probably a much easier task than he had been left with, seeing how after last week you had decided it was no use sitting around moping any longer.

He dragged Remus down to the party going on in the Gryffindor common room, poured him a glass of the strongest thing he could find, and got him settled on the couch. For a moment he debated getting Remus to dance, but that might have been a bit too ambitious. Either way, Remus was here now, Sirius's part was done.

Remus saw you standing on the other side of the room, and either you hadn't noticed him yet or you were simply ignoring him, but you seemed to be in your own world. And he was fine with looking at you from where he was, after all, that's the fate he had resigned himself to. He was fine with watching you because you seemed like you were enjoying yourself.

But it didn't take long for his so-called plan to crumble down like a poorly constructed house of cards. Because he saw someone walk up to you, he saw someone get close to you, someone who wasn't supposed to.

What was Evan Rosier doing at a Gryffindor party? But he didn't have much time to think about it, because he saw Evan walk up from behind you, and at first you seemed startled, but when you turned around to face him you seemed to light up. You pushed up on your toes to hug him and Remus's stomach started to twist. Not in the way it always used to when it came to you. His insides used to do somersaults every time he got a smile out of you. No matter how sour of a mood he was in, it would light him up.

His friends used to poke fun at him for it, but they soon realized you were the only thing that would cheer him up when their usual methods had run out, and they surrendered to the spell you seemed to have him under.

But this was nothing like that. Evan secured his arms around you and you let him, why did you let him? He knew he had been avoiding you, but he couldn't have missed this much. He sat there and watched, his body seemed to have turned to stone as if you had been Medusa herself. His eyes he couldn't keep off you, it was only when Evan pulled back that he thought the nausea that had bubbled up in his stomach would disappear, but he couldn't have been more wrong. Because the moment he did, Evan took off his jacket, and put it around you. The green colour of it engulfed you and Remus was filled with it just the same.

He felt as if he wasn't in control of his own body as he stood up from the couch, walking in your direction. He wasn't even sure what he would say, what he would do, but he could no longer sit and watch idly. So when Remus reached you he did the only thing that made sense to him, he pulled you in and kissed you. He kissed you like he had thought about doing every minute for the last few weeks. He had wondered if your lips were still as soft as they used to be, what a stupid question, he thought now, of course they were.

For just a second his life is back the way it should be, you're kissing him as if it's pure muscle memory, and perhaps it is because only a moment later you seem to come to your senses and pull away. But you're still looking at him, and your eyes have him just as Enchanted as the first time he saw you. He recognizes a small sparkle in them and promises himself to make it ablaze again.

"Can we talk, please" He is ready to get down on his knees and beg you, because he doesn't know if he can stand being without you anymore. He would drop to the floor and grovel for your forgiveness if that was what it took, but of course, you don't make him. Even before he's always been ready to tear his heart from his chest and give it to you the moment you requested so. He would watch it continue to beat as he ripped it out because by now it was entirely yours anyway, it wouldn't stop as long as you were near, wouldn't dare let you down.

You nod your head to the stairs leading up to the dorms and he walks with you until you're in the dorm, the door shutting behind you. He wants to push you up against the door and trail kisses down your neck like he used to, but he can tell you have something to say, so he sits down on the foot of your bed, trying not to fidget with his hands too much.

"You really hurt me Remus" The way your eyebrows slightly pinch together and the slight pout on your face makes him once again regret every single word he uttered that night. He's trying to think of what to say, how to continue. Because he's gotten this far and he's determined not to mess up again. But what is there to say, what can he say other than the fact that he's sorry, which seems like too much of an understatement for the situation he created.

"I know" is all he can come up with, and it's true, he spent so much time thinking about what he had done and how it had hurt you.

"I don't know if I'm ready to just move on as if nothing happened"

"I know" Remus wants to smack his own head for his response. This was his one chance to make it right and he couldn't even form a coherent thought.

"I'm sorry" is all he can say next, and he wants to smack himself again for the oversimplification. But you look at him as if it's enough, as if you know the weight those words truly hold behind them. He wouldn't be surprised if you could see right into his mind, you've always been able to read him so well.

"Please let me make it up to you, I promise I will" You look at him again, and walk closer to where he is sitting.

"How exactly do you propose to do that?" Your tone has shifted, and he's still nervous, but no longer for the same reason. It's the kind of nervous jitters he still gets when he's close to you, the kind that makes him want to pin you down underneath him and spend eternity looking at you. Except this time he's not sure what to do. He usually knows exactly what you want, has got your body memorised like a map that leads to treasure. But now he needs to tread more lightly, not taking any chance of having read it wrong.

But you walk towards him until you've slotted yourself between his open legs, and he knows it is all going to be okay, because you start to softly move your hands through his hair in a way that makes his head spin, and he grounds himself by pulling you closer, hugging his face to your stomach. He lets himself enjoy it for a few seconds before he remembers the promise he just made.

He starts to leave small kisses going up your torso, and ghosts his fingers over the back of your thighs as you're still standing in front of him. He holds your body closer to his and hears a small moan leave your mouth. And it's only softly, but he hears it, and it’s his sign not to stop.

His hands move with a mind of their own, trailing further up until he reaches under your skirt, finding the soft flesh of your ass and giving it a gentle squeeze before he retracts one of his hands to slap it. And now he’s sure, because the sound that leaves you is no longer hesitant, it's pleading. He grabs onto your legs and flips you over onto the bed behind him, your head hitting the pillow as he hovers over you.

You move to kiss him, and he doesn't dare refuse. It’s different from earlier, more desperate. Not only his but your emotions showing through it, it's harsh, too much teeth, too forceful, but he can't find it in himself to mind. He kisses you back with just as much passion, and while he could spend eternity like this, he had something else in mind for now. So he moves his lips down your neck, and you arch into him immediately, giving him better access to the spot he’s looking for.

“Remus please” he doesn't need to be told twice, not today at least. His hands inch up underneath your shirt, delicately moving it up your body until it reaches your head, and you don’t hesitate to shrug it off and throw it off the bed. He’s enthralled for a moment, the sight before his eyes so familiar yet so captivating.

He makes quick work of his own shirt and moves back to leave open-mouth kisses down your chest as his hands once again travel down. But he doesn't make you wait long, because it’s followed by him moving your underwear to the side, sliding his fingers over your folds, feeling how wet you already are for him. His mouth is still busy on your chest, reacting to the sounds you make as he’s sucking bruises into your skin. With his free hand he tugs down your bra, finally giving him full access to your chest. The moment his mouth grazes over your nipple you moan out his name and he starts circling your clit before inserting two of his fingers into you. Your body immediately remembers the feeling and he can feel you already starting to clench around him, but he’s not about to question it. He’s still using his thumb to trace patterns onto your clit as he moves his fingers in and out of you, searching for the spot he knows will make you see the stars. He curls them once again and from the sounds leaving you he knows he’s found it, relentlessly hitting it as if it's his only goal in life, and right now it is.

It doesn't take much longer until you’re panting and writhing underneath him, and he has to use his free hand to pin your hips down on the mattress. As moans and whispers of his name continue to stream from you he wonders how he ever thought he could make peace with never hearing you say his name again, but he doesn't dwell on it for long as he feels you spasming around his fingers, clenching as if your body is trying to keep him there. He coaxes you through it until your breathing turns back to normal and he pulls his fingers out, hovering back over you as he cleans them off with his mouth, humming at the taste.

You’re starting to come back down from your haze and he can feel your hands travelling over his body before one of them drags over the bulge in his trousers. The friction makes him close his eyes and sighs, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. You’re trying to undo his belt when he snaps back to reality, catching your hands in his own as he stops you.

“What’s wrong?” The concern in your voice makes him want to soothe away any worries you might be carrying, and he’s quick to tell you.

“Nothing’s wrong darling, I’m just not finished apologizing yet.” It’s not that he doesn't want to feel your hands on him, pumping him as he loses his composure, but he’s already painfully hard from making you cum on his fingers, and he wasn't finished.

And so with a final kiss to your lips he shifts back down your body until he's face to face with your pussy. You’re fidgeting underneath him and he uses his hands to lock your legs in place, holding them open so he can do exactly as he wants. He starts by tickling your inner thighs with kisses, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his. Normally he would take his time, get you desperate underneath him, but he’s the desperate one now, so he doesn't waste any more time. His tongue flattens out over your entrance and a whine of his name leaves your mouth, followed by more moans that make him rut into the mattress, seeking for some friction of his own.

He distracts himself by massaging the fat of your thighs, trailing over the stretch marks he adores. You're rutting your hips into his mouth and when your hand finds purchase in his hair, tugging on it as his tongue enters your folds, he no longer tries to hold back. His attack on you is so sweetly malicious, your taste intoxicating hum further than any liquor could, he grinds down and moans into you. The vibrations make your breath hitch and he can feel you getting close again. The soft pleas and whines coming from you are a melody he will orchestrate for as long as he can, his nose bumps against your clit as his tongue is still busy lapping up your juices and it makes you twitch under him.

“That's it darling, cum all over my tongue” He's craving it just as much himself, every shaky breath from you and every time he feels you clench he gets closer to his own high. All he wants to do is get you there so he can let go himself. He doubles his efforts, remembering what you like, listening to your body react, and with his mouth still busy between your legs you suddenly go still, your body motionless except for the small flexes of the muscles in your thighs. He knows better than to stop, coaxing you further until the filthiest of moans come from your mouth, relentlessly thanking him, although he's certain he should be the one thanking you.

He's still chasing your sweet taste as he can feel his cock straining impossibly hard, the tip pulsating as he finds his own release, too caught up in you to even care that he is coming in his trousers, whines leaving his mouth as he still laps up anything you give him. He doesn't stop until you push his head away and he glances up at your face, a thin layer of sweat glistening above your eyebrows. You're radiating pure ecstasy and he can't help but smile at the sight. You silently ask him to come up by tugging the back of his neck towards you and he wouldn't even dream of doing anything other than complying.

“I've missed you Remmy” it's barely there, your voice a whisper in the now quiet room, but it's more than enough for him. He leaves featherlight kisses over your face, from your forehead to your cheekbone and finally finding his final destination on your lips. It's soft, sensual and full of pent up emotions and apologies, but the way in which you settle yourself next to him, cuddling into him with a content sigh as if he's the puzzle piece you fit next to let's him know that despite everything, you'll always find your way back to each other, even in the most desperate of times.

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milaeth · 1 year

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୨୧┊ 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. ( mick schumacher )

✧.* pairings ─ mick schumacher x fem! bsf! reader

✧.* genre ─ headcanons ⨾ fluff

✧.* summary ─ dating mick schumacher headcanons with the childhood best friends to lovers trope.

✧.* warnings ─ none, just fluff <3

✧.* mily’s thoughts ─ this took me way too long but was a lot of fun to make ngl. requests are open so please request ily mwah

∿ your trope would definitely be childhood best friends to lovers! (he just screams that trope, no criticism allowed)

∿ you may have met through your mothers who became friends and one day decided to bring their children with them.

∿ he was so shy at first, but he became so much more extroverted with you over time.

∿ the two of you did everything together and were basically attached to the hip.

∿ he was always too nervous to do certain things on his own so you came along with him or did it for him (now it's the other way around lol).

∿ you were at every one of his go-kart races, always supporting him and cheering the loudest.

∿ you always ran to him when he won a race and practically threw him to the ground with a big hug.

∿ your parents always said how cute you would look as a couple, but you two always stressed that you were just friends.

∿ growing up, you were there for every milestone Mick reached in his career, still cheering him on from the sidelines like you did as a kid.

∿ you were so proud of him when he won the formula 2 championship in 2020 and proudly told everyone that your best friend was Mick Schumacher.

∿ you both went through it all together. wether you laughed together in the best of times or cried together in the worst of times, he was your rock, and you were his.

∿ even though you were just friends, you were constantly mistaken for a couple, and you two always had to clarify with an embarrassed chuckle that you were best friends.

∿ but just as his career had shifted into something bigger over the years, so did your feelings for him.

∿ casual displays of affection were suddenly not so casual anymore.

∿ sharing a bed together because “we've always done it that way” suddenly made your heart beat ten times faster than when you were a kid.

∿ friendly looks had turned into longing ones over time.

∿ suddenly, you started to see him in a different light.

∿ you kept quiet about your growing feelings for him because you were embarrassed and thought they were one-sided. after all, you would rather be sad and unhappy than deal with the rejection that might have come from his lips.

∿ whenever you said “i love you” to each other, your heart ached because you thought Mick meant “just as a friend”.

∿ but little did you know that mick felt the same way, even longer than you did. he's always had a crush on you, but he was too nervous to tell you, just like you were.

∿ Mick missed you (more than best friends probably should) when you weren't there, for example at a race, because something important came up.

∿ he started hugging you a little longer and tighter than best friends did.

∿ he often admired your beauty and just stared at you in awe, while you thought he had simply zoned out (which happened quite a lot).

∿ he was always nervous when you complimented him, scratching his neck and avoiding eye contact while his cheeks flushed.

∿ or he smiled at you a little longer than usual after something you said.

"why are you still smiling?"

"hmm? what?"

∿ it's safe to say that you were both in love with each other, but too oblivious to notice that the other felt the same.

∿ after a million stolen glances and flushed cheeks, he finally confessed to you when you were both 22 (thank god, it was about damn time).

∿ he had been so nervous, but his mother had assured him the day before that you definitely felt the same way and he had nothing to worry about (even though you never told her about your feelings for Mick).

∿ the confession was super romantic. he told you to meet him at his house later that day and surprised you with a whole picnic setup in his backyard along with little lights decorating the scene. He had made you your favorite meal, and you both ate outside on the comfortable blanket in the warm summer evening. as the sun went down, he shyly confessed to you with a gentle smile adoring his face and pure love dancing in his blue eyes.

“i have loved you all my life” and “it’s always been you.” (sleeping on the highway tonight)

∿ after Mick and you got together, you found out that both your families had made several big bets about how long it would take for you to get together (his mother won).

∿ you later found out about the things she had told him the day before he had confessed, and you asked her how she knew.

“you knew about my feelings for Mick?”

“i think part of me always knew.”

“but i never told you...”

“you didn't have to.”

∿ now, two years later, you’re still dating your extremely taylor swift coded, golden retriever boyfriend who’s a literal sweetheart and does no wrong.

∿ Mick and you collectively decided that 'invisible string' by Taylor Swift is your song (he listens to it all the time and always has to think of you)

∿ you haven’t made your relationship public yet. many people know that you’ve been “just friends” all your lives, until now. you’re sometimes a little nervous about what the fans might say, but Mick is always quick to assure you.

“you're amazing, how could anyone not love you? and even if some don't, it's not your responsibility to make them.”

∿ he hugs you from behind and puts his chin on your head <33

∿ lying in bed and he just showers you with kisses :(

∿ sends you your favorite flowers!!

∿ forehead/temple/top of the head kisses>>> (he often says goodbye with a little peck on the lips or the forehead).

∿ you often comfort him after a bad race by holding him in your arms while he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

∿ he’s always checking on you, asking if you've eaten or how you��ve slept. he’s such an angel <3

∿ you had a stressful day? he’ll shower you in kisses and buy you your favorite candy so you have something to eat while you two watch a movie of your choice, all cuddled up while he rubs your back.

∿ after keeping your relationship a secret from the public for years, you finally feel confident enough to stop worrying about potential hate comments. you want to kiss Mick in public without fear of cameras being pointed at the two of you. so you decide to hard launch your relationship with an Instagram post.

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fictoculus · 9 months

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as a cyno fan, i really loved your work "they're crying... but why" aaaaaa can i request for another cyno x reader one where cyno cried and theres reader who tried to comfort him? thanks a lot!

౨ৎ crying hcs; reverse comfort...

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FEAT... cyno

A/N... thanks so much for the request, i'm glad you liked my writing! i was slightly confused by your prompt (which isn't your fault dw ^^) so i decided to do heacanons with how you (reader) would comfort him and how he would act when upset rather than reasons why he's crying, i hope that's ok ♡

♪ it's very rare for cyno to let you see him when he cries, so when he's stood infront of you, shoulders slumped over and shaking, your heart ached.

♪ the two of you would stand for a moment, you being frozen with shock, cyno being too embarrassed to mutter a word. only when he starts to break down more do you snap yourself out of it, holding your arms out for him to lean into your chest; which he did.

♪ he seemed almost timid when he entered your arms, hiding his face in your chest, but not wrapping himself around you. instead, he stood with his arms stiff at his sides, his head buried in your shirt.

♪ you, however, do hold him, squeezing him slightly and rubbing circles on his back, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he let out choked sobs.

"you're ok, shhh, everything's gonna be ok..." "i love you... so much" "just let it all out, love, cry as much as you need"

♪ eventually, he does calm down, his breathing evening out, his shoulders no longer trembling under your touch. his face is still pressed into your chest though, and you can feel the dampness of his tears against you. you didn't mind, of course, but cyno made sure to apologise once he pulled away, wiping his face with his hands and sighing deeply

"i'm- sorry about that... i think i'm going to head back out, there are some things i need to finish up..." "no, stay"

♪ you'd insist, keeping a firm grip on his wrist as he tried to walk away; there's no way in teyvat that you'd let him keep working when he'd come to you crying.

♪ pulling him back towards you, you rest your hands on his shoulders, scanning his face for any signs of discomfort before kissing his nose. a few stray tears began to roll down his cheeks, but you kissed them away before he had the chance to wipe them away himself.

"you looked so... so broken when you came in, cyno. i can't let you go back out there when you're this upset... so please, stay?"

♪ he sighs, nodding meekly and looking into your eyes, seeing only a look of pure adoration...

"don't- don't look at me like that..." "like what?" "like that" "love, i think you're going to have to be more specific i-" "[name]" "alright, alright, i'm sorry"

♪ you apologise, stiiffling your laugh as you slide your hands down from his shoulders, intertwining your fingers with his. gently, you pull him behind you, taking the two of you to the bedroom where you'd cuddle until the sun sets.

♪ cuddles with cyno are more comforting and more cozy than any rainy evening, or any hot chocolate, or book, or candle; archons, it was better than all of those combined. the way he hugs you is just perfect, and he looks so pretty with his hair all in his face. you love his bedhead, being able to tuck stray hairs behind his ear is the thing you looks forward to every morning.

♪ however, because your poor boyfriend was upset, and probably feeling quite vulnerable, you decided to be the one holding him; wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into you, nestling your face in his hair and taking in his scent. he was quite flustered, to say the least, thinking you weren't aware of his flushed pink cheeks, or the way he jolted slightly when he felt your hands snaking around him.

"is this ok?" "... yes, just, don't let go, 'kay?" "i won't, i promise... get some sleep, love, you can tell me all about it tomorrow" "goodnight, [name], i love you" "i love you, cyno, sleep well"

♪ and with that, you kiss him goodnight, shuffling around slightly to find the perfect position, pulling the covers up so that they're just below cyno's nose, making sure he was comfortable before you let yourself drift off to sleep...

thanks for reading ♡ want to read more? my requests are OPEN, so please feel free to let me know what you'd like me to write next!

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nemoys · 8 months

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a very long messy review of link click (season 2)

alright so reading through a bunch of (mostly negative) reviews of the season thus far i've come to my own conclusions over how this season felt, and i really feel like addressing them since i personally feel like it deserves recognition (and rightful criticism) within certain aspects. really interested in everyone's takes so lmk whatever you think about all these aspects i'm about to gloss over.

NOTE ; i'm not going to be talking about the art direction or OSTs . i believe those have been nothing short of phenomenal and i feel like we can all universally agree over that

1) tonal shift : from a more emotionally driven s1, coupled with sprinkles of slice of life moments, we turn to a mostly thriller/mystery plot line. personally, i've always seen this coming. the tonal shift really didn't take me by surprise. with the lg stabbing at the end of season 1 it almost seemed inevitable that the more light hearted aspects of the first season weren't going to happen. more importantly, it was very clear that there was always a higher presence to fight. link click was always meant to be a thriller, this was always the plan, and so i suppose logically i assumed the second season would follow that path. i understand how people might've felt disappointed, or 'robbed', but i don't think the shift was all that shocking quite honestly, it was always set up. link click was never light hearted, even at s1.

the more shocking shift has to be the shift from an emotional, to suspenseful change in writing. the emotional writing in link click has always been the best part of the show and that hasn't changed, the emotionally driven plot lines of s2 (chen bin, ltc/ltx) have been written very well. the suspenseful writing also works. replaces the tear jerkers with an unsettling anxiety, and it's executed relatively well. you can clearly tell that the crew's been experimenting quite a lot with this season, and yes, that's usually what season 2 is for.

2) pacing : now i totally get the criticism in this aspect. in my opinion, the weakest part of s2's been the pacing. with overly drawn out fight scenes, and unnecessarily long recaps, i think the issue has to do with the fact that lc just has a LOT to address, and so it makes us feel less inclined to sit through longer scenes that don't directly advance the plot.

obviously i get that the fight scenes show off a lot of the animation budget #tm and they do look great but the fact that we had way too much time dedicated to a five minute long fighting cutscene in the FIRST episode just made me feel impatient.

3) red herring endings: alright this might be an unorthodox opinion but, aren't red herring cliff hangers a norm in general with these kinds of shows lol. idk i've come to expect the total opposite every time so it doesn't really bother me i guess i'm just used to the medium. not really a lc problem it's a story telling problem in general but that's just marketing i don't know what else to say.

it'd be nice if they followed through but some part of me thinks they're pulling a whole boy who cried wolf situation, eventually they'll pull the trigger when we don't really expect it.

4) shipping/ main trio reconciliations : it's a really serious ongoing situation. i kind of get why the main trio/shiguang don't get a chance to talk things over amongst themselves, it just isn't the time. keep in mind everything that's happening rn is happening continuously, there are no gaps within the days or anything, kind of makes sense that they don't really talk about it. they probably will get to once it's all over, which might be well into s3. again, this was always meant to be a thriller more than it was trio focused. also idk about you guys but i think we actually did get a lot of sweet moments within the trio, cxs and lg, even the sibling dynamic with ql and cxs were really lovely this season.

5) the women: okay i REALLY don't understand the problem here. the women are written well. ql is written FANTASTICALLY and all side characters like ltx and that one red eyed lady i'm forgetting the name of were great too. hell even chen bin's wife was great. i think for a donghua/anime where women are usually given dirt in terms of actually strong writing, lc has always been very solid. their lives do not revolve around the men in the show it just happens to be that men are a part of their lives. they have very distinct personalities and aren't treated like weird objects to gaze at (what a bar lol) but yes i do think the women are written quite dimensionally.

6) unanswered questions : when have linear shows ever answered questions (especially mc based) in season 2?? when has season 2 EVER tied loose ends? when it comes to linear television, season 2's purpose almost always build towards a greater evil/climax. there's a reason why season 2 hasn't answered questions we've had, season 2s in most shows rarely ever do. from what i can tell, with a confirmed s3, i've always expected s2 to simply do its job as a second season and further raise stakes and raise even more questions. i do get the frustration, i get the lack of any backstory, but i want to refrain from making any actual comments over that till every episode's aired ahah, however, im not too mad at it. i just think this show's ride is currently still at an increasing accelerated pace (guys i'm sorry i study physics), things will only be explained once we've once hit the climactic point or go downhill right after. time will tell i guess

Conclusion

overall, i think this season was actually pretty solid. s1 set a very unrealistically high bar, as s1 in my opinion is one of the best seasons in television period. but s2 and s1 shouldn't be compared in the same way, their tone is quite different, and needs to be analysed individually instead. i'll make a complete review once the season is over, but honestly i've come to enjoy the season most when i stop expecting too much out of it. i think people had way too many things they've expected from s2, that were bound to simply never happen.

that said, i do hope the crew takes the valid criticism regarding the pacing (and ig the character focus?) into consideration and implements it well into s3. it's worth noting that i believe nothing was meant to be complete with s2 in the first place.

i've really enjoyed this season, and i'm beyond ecstatic to rewatch it all once it's done airing, in order to properly take it all in. it's had its flaws, more than s1 has had (let's be real s1 had little to none). but that's bound to happen to shows when they head down their linear routes. currently sitting at a 7/10

#link click #link click spoilers #shiguang dailiren #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #qiao ling #this is still my favourite show ahaha #had to make this because i got tired of the overly negative views i've been seeing #some are fascinating and perfectly valid of #but some plainly disregard the effort put into it #calling it unrefined or insulting the very clearly passionate crew is NOT the right way to criticise a show #i really enjoyed reading negative reviews that had tact though'#lmk what you guys thought i'm very interested

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thedeviljudges · 8 months

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finally posted jinyoung's the devil judge interview that's a japan dvd exclusive!!

translation by @maystea and review by @yohannoir

translation is in the description of the vid

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Ah, yes, about Kim Ga-On's character - he’s an associate judge who is next to Yo-Han. He’s a righteous character that tracks a very mysterious person, Yo-Han and reveals (shines the bright on/tn) truth.

First, the character is really three-dimensional (0:24), so he has a lot of charm. I could shoot it together with Ji-Sung sunbaenim a character who pushes until the very end with him, so I learned a lot. I first saw the news about Ji-Sung hyungnim… Ji-Sung sunbaenim through articles, and I auditioned with a thought that it’s a good thing to make, and in the meeting, fortunately, the director and the writer saw me as really good, and I got to shoot the drama.

I only followed what Ji-Sung hyung told me, so I don’t know if I did well. But it’s a relief that you watched it pleasantly.

(1:07) I thought I would have to become really sharp. I've played a lot of young characters, college students, people in their early 20s and it was my first time playing a slightly older character, so I paid a lot of attention to having to speak more pointedly. (1:35) And the character's emotions change so much that I think I looked at the script a lot in order to go along with those emotions well.

(1:42) I'd seen a lot of things in lots of different genres except for horror, so I didn't feel any difference in that regard. Yes, so there wasn’t a backup plan. Because I originally didn’t have many shootings of judge’s profession; I learned a lot of phrases with the writer.

(2:06) There wasn't really anyone who was the "mood maker" on set. I don't think anyone had a really great sense of humor... Sorry, sunbaenim. So it wasn't like we were really laughing a lot. But I think we all tried to make sure everyone was having a good time.

(2:13), but everyone was doing it (probably: approached/tn) each other happily since the structure of the drama itself was heavy; if we were being serious, I was worried whenever that would be too much, myself. Although my character has bright sides, in reality I was trying to be brighter. Because the longer the harder it would be to remain serious, so I said to myself: “Just let’s be enjoyably bright.”

At the end of ep. 4, Yohan goes out hugging Elijah/with Elijah in his arms, when I saw (2:51). When they saw such a terrible sight. I really liked that scene. I thought that everything was really contained in that one shot of Ji Sung hyung. I really liked that scene, Jisung-hyung's only heart, I thought he was hugging his everything. My favorite line is, um, “The judge is the strongest when they follow the law.” Everything in the reality of the drama is so horrible, but... (3:17), I think this line shows the efforts of a character who still tries to protect something, and I like that.

(3:31) I thought it would really be a shame to show too simple of a character-- too simple emotions. The director never okayed it if I showed emotions too simply. That's how I wanted it, too. And they really did a good job of filming the emotions that came up naturally. So I tried not to show one-dimensional emotions. I think I paid a lot of attention to that. (3:41), I never laughed/smiled. I wanted that as well. And they shouted the emotions that came naturally well. That is why I was worried about the emotions coming out at first try (and tried to prevent it).

(4:00) First of all, I learned a lot at the shooting scene. At every scene, he (Ji-Sung or writer or director/tn) told me everything. It was like I met a teacher. (That’s why) he’s always (a/the) sunbaenim I should be always thankful to. (4:20) There weren't a lot of funny scenes. I had lot of scenes where I had to cry... I only have memories of crying (laughs).

(4:35) They set the atmosphere like that for you, so rather than saying that I cried, it's more like they made it so that you couldn't help but cry.

Interviewer: ah, but the tear scenes are so… they are so real. I guess I’m a crybaby [laughs]. I guess I just want to cry.

It’s a drama that can be shot and made once, I think. I had a lot of worries about how should I shoot this since I wasn’t sure how, but I still had the greed to shoot it. I ran to it at all costs, I think I should walk to it a little bit more, (still) it’s a work that I could catch (work on, make my own/tn).

Yes, sure. Even now I’m hardworkingly recording, and (5:27) that drama is still airing. I’m trying hard to make/play characters who are different from Gaon.

My routine-first, after The Devil Judge, I didn’t have many proper days-off, so sport/exercising. Waking up in the morning, eating a breakfast that is not heavy, home work, laundry [laughs]. Well, about laundry and cleaning, (5:57) I think all I do is laundry and cleaning.

Something like, when you just come back home and work, when I saw a clean house, I (felt like) I rested well. If the house is dirty, I cannot watch it, so (because) I cannot handle it for too long I cleaned it myself. “I should do it,” it bothered me like this. (6:17) I can't stand the sight of it, so even when I don't have a lot of time to sleep, I clean and then sleep. I have to do that to feel relaxed. It's not that I have this really clean personality, it's just that I can't look at things piling up. With clothes too, if I don't wear them a lot, I just get rid of them. I don't have that strong a sense of wanting to own stuff, so when I see things pile up, I think, "I have to hurry up and clean this."

I'm not that tidy type of a person, I cannot watch the (6:27) … . (The same for clothes,) if I see many clothes, I will just throw them to the laundry. I don’t have that (6:34), just looking at the size (makes me go) “Ah, clean it up, you boy. I need to (handle it) to the laundry,” in my thoughts.

(6:42) I'm a hypochondriac, so I think I really look after my health.

I’m a healthy man. I think I’m doing really great in laundry and (being) healthy.

Hello. I'm actor Park Jinyoung who plays the role of Kim Gaon. I'm very curious about how you watched the drama. I would like it to be the drama that would remain in your memory for a long time. I will meet you in another drama in an even cooler role. Thank you.

#x #the devil judge #the devil judge cast #the devil judge meta #jinyoung

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Request by @parkersbunny76 : Hey do you think you could do a aldan Parker fix where y/n in love with Parker but doesn’t want him to know. Because she believes he is still in love with his ex joy But he also feels the same way but thinks she doesn’t feel the same and and Parker figures it out and confronts reader and has to prove his feelings? Thanks so much

Author's note: this turns out longer than I had planned, and I really hope it did it justice 🥺 (yes, always doubting myself)

Warnings: age gap, mutual pining, girls night out, jealousy, ncis stuff

Believe Me ~ Alden Parker

If you were set on not telling Alden about your feelings for him, after hearing about his first love Joy, you were even more convinced. There was no point in telling him, you'd just make a fool of yourself. Gibbs taught you a lot of things; trusting your guts was the most important. And now, your guts were telling you that Alden Parker was still in love with his ex-girlfriend and had zero interest in you.

Despite Jess and Kasie telling you otherwise, saying that the man was completely smitten, you kept your mouth shut and even took some distance from your team leader. You missed him, and it hurt but you needed to protect your heart - wasn't it too late though?

Before knowing about Joy, you'd hang out with Alden outside of work. You two would go out for drinks, watch games together, talk about music. He even showed you his piano skills and that was when you knew how deeply in love you were with him. You almost leaned in to kiss him then, and it looked like he was leaning to, but before you knew it, he was standing up and asking you if you wanted another drink.

Now, you weren't turning down all of his invites, using work or family obligations. However, Jess told you that he was questioning it. He had asked her if something was wrong with you, if he had done something to upset you. A part of you felt bad, you didn't want him overthinking, but most importantly, you didn't want him to get suspicious. After all, he's an investigator too, he could easily figure it out.

So after some mental preparation, you agreed to grab a drink with him after all. Technically, the whole was invited at first, but Tim had to go to his family, Jimmy and Jess were spending the evening with Victoria, Nick is still recovering with his alcohol issues and can't be in a bar for now. That left Kasie, who somehow had "something" to do - her wink at you wasn't subtle.

If you only had a drink or two, it'd be okay. Too much alcohol would get you to be very honest, and you'd probably spill out everything. You ordered a glass of wine, while Alden went with a beer. It started alright, a bit awkward, but he was doing a good job at making small talk, and avoiding the elephant in the room. You did your best to keep a friendly facade, and not think about how bad you loved and wanted him, or how bad you wanted to ask him about Joy.

But you did have an answer without asking. Alden excused himself when he felt his phone buzzing, and he took it out of his pocket. Sitting on his left, you had a clear view on his screen. You didn't want to look at it, you tried not to but your eyes laid on it and it was the confirmation you needed. Joy was texting him, asking if he'd stop by. He simply answered that he wouldn't, and would talk to her later.

You went to the bathroom, letting the tears that had been threatening. You needed to leave immediately; find whatever pretext, and rush over to Kasie's. You felt so stupid for crying over this man, nothing ever happened with him. It wasn't like he was betraying you but it felt like it.

You were insanely jealous of this woman.

Once you were sure it didn't look like you cried, you got back to Alden and told him you were tired and wanted to go home. He offered to walk you back to the car, but you refused. "It's not like I'm going to stick around." He finished his beer and grabbed his coat. "Let's go."

Luckily the cars were fairly close, so the walk wasn't long. It was very awkward though, Alden wanted to make sure you'd eat, so he offered if you wanted to stop at the food joint across the street. "I got food at home. I'm sure it's not too late for you to go to Joy's."

"I-I'm not--" you didn't want to hear any explanations or excuses, so you quickly got into your car and left.

You knew you were being unfair to him, he didn't deserve this but you couldn't help it. Spending the night at Kasie's, you cried some more and felt sorry for yourself. Thank god, she's your best friend.

Alden was getting tired of this. At first, he didn't understand what was going on, why you were shutting him out like this. He asked every member of the team, and it was obvious that they were holding back. They knew why you were acting like this, but they didn't want to betray you. The most infuriating was that he was so in love with you, it hurt to feel rejected. Especially after all those moments together, which meant a lot to Alden. He remembered that time he played piano for you, something he's never done with anyone before. He wanted to kiss you, and do more things. But he was scared. Scared of being rejected, that you'd want just something physical, scared of getting his heart broken again. You were younger, and he felt like you'd waste your time with an old man like him.

After that comment you made about Joy, Alden started to think that maybe you had actual feelings for him. It totally sounded like jealousy and it'd be the only explanation. But he couldn't quite believe it. In his mind, a pretty young woman like you would never fall in love with an old man like him.

But you weren't like any other woman.

You and Kasie have had a traditional girls night out at least every other week and Jess quickly took a part of those nights after she joined the team. Ever since it became common knowledge, Jimmy had been trying to get in, at least once. You always turned him down, it became kind of a running gag. Now that Jimmy was dating Jess, she was on his side and tried to convince you and Kasie to let him in.

Eventually, you caved in. "I love you, I love you, I love you." Jimmy shouted, running over to you and kissing your face. You laughed, trying to get out of his grip - technically you could but didn't want to hurt sweet Palmer.

"What's going on here?" Nick asked for everyone.

"I am officially welcomed in girls night out."

"Just tonight." You pointed.

"After four years, you finally made it!" Tim laughed.

"I arranged everything. Vic is staying at her friend's house, and we're all sleeping at my place."

"We are?"

"Yup. Let's get crazy!"

Accepting him created a monster.

Alden's plan formed shortly after Jimmy left the bullpen. Later in the day, he went down to autopsy with a coffee and a pastry. "Oh, what's that for?" Jimmy welcomed the treat with a smile.

"A bribery."

"At least, you're honest. What can I do for you?"

"Where are you guys going tonight?"

Jimmy stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out why Alden was asking this. "I need to have a talk with her, Jimmy. And she's avoiding me."

"And you think she'll talk after you crash the girls night out?"

"I could be where you guys are. Simple coincidence." Jimmy immediately gave him a glare, but Alden brushed it off. "And you convince them to let me hang out with you."

"Parker, it took me four years to convince them to let me go out with them just once."

"Ah come on. Help me out here."

"Only if you are honest with me."

"Shoot."

"Do you have serious feelings for her?"

Alden didn't even need to say a word, his face and eyes spoke for themselves.

A night out with your friends was exactly what you needed. Drinking, dancing, laughing and forgetting about Alden. You decided to wear a sexy black dress with some boots. You did your makeup and hair more nicely than you usually do. You didn't want to hook up with a random guy, but it'd be nice to flirt and dance with one.

It started out great, you were on your second drink while everyone was finishing their first. They all were making a point of not talking about him, or even about work. You noticed a cute guy looking several times at you and smiling. You smiled back, because why not?

"Oh dear god." Jess said, looking over your shoulder.

Puzzled, you turned around to see him. Alden Parker was there and walked right to the table. "Hey guys!"

You were staring at his beautiful face, with the urge of kissing him and screaming at him for being there and ruining your night. Your Alden free night.

"Parker, what are you doing here?" Kasie asked.

"Can I join?" He avoided her question and he was already sitting next to you.

You were ready to get out of here when your eyes dropped on Jimmy, who looked very guilty. "You dickhead!" You shouted at him.

"Told you." He said to Alden before looking at you. "Look I'm sorry--"

"Forget it." You stood up and rushed over to the bar. Waiting for the bartender to spot you, the man who had been smiling at you stood by your right.

"Hello there." He said with the most charming British accent. Screw Alden. You smiled at the man.

"Hi."

"I was waiting for the moment you'd finally be alone. Not to be creepy, I just didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of your friends." He laughed, "Can I offer you a drink?"

"Sure. Don't worry, you're not making a fool of yourself."

"Good, can I keep you to myself for a few minutes then?"

"Absolutely. I'm sure you can save my night."

You don't know how long you stayed with this man, just talking and getting to know each other. Going back to the table where Alden was didn't sound appealing at all. But of course, he eventually found his way to you.

"I'm busy, Parker." You said before he could speak a word. So instead of talking, he simply grabbed your hand and made you follow him outside. "What the fuck!"

He stood on the sidewalk, crossed arms and was clearly angry. "I'm done playing this game, Y/N. We talk now, once and for all. And if you want to go to your boy toy, I promise I won't hold you back."

"What game are you talking about?"

"You avoiding me like the plague ever since you learned about Joy." You immediately looked down at your feet, but Alden held your chin and made you look back up. "I don't know what you created in your mind, but I'm not seeing her. And I won't. I already got someone who made herself very comfortable in my mind and my heart."

"Who?" You shyly asked, not believing what he was saying.

"Who?" He sarcastically laughed. "You, for god sakes! It's been you ever since I walked into that damn building. And being turned down, even as a friend, hurts pretty bad. Cause I want you in my life, whatever way you want. But I got a feeling that's what you want too cause why else would you be jealous?"

"Who said I was jealous?"

"Well, aren't you?" You started to look down again but Alden immediately caught your chin and took a step closer. "Don't break eye contact with me, sweetheart. Talk to me, tell me if I'm completely off based here --"

"You're not!" You breathed out and a single tear left your eye. "You're right. I was-- I am jealous. Because you clearly still love her and--"

"I don't. Why are you so sure about that?"

"My guts. And the texts last week."

"I admit she--would like to give me and her a chance, but I'm not interested. I told her so." He brushed the tear off the corner of your mouth, his thumb roaming over your lips. "I want you." He whispered.

You wrapped your arms over his neck, nose brushing against each other and lips dangerously close together. "I want to believe you, but-"

Alden caved in. He couldn't be so close to you and not kiss you, know the taste of your lips. It was extremely gentle and slow, clearly giving you time to pull away if you wanted, but you couldn't. You simply closed your eyes and opened your mouth to grant him access.

Unfortunately, he pulled away when he felt eyes on the two of you. Jimmy immediately got back inside when he got caught, but his grin didn't go unnoticed. "Let me take you on a date and make you believe me."

"No. I'll go on a date with you once I believe you."

Alden agreed and he started that same night. After going back inside, where everyone already knew about the kiss but didn't say a word, he didn't leave your side. Flirted with you the rest of the night, inviting you to dance even if he was self conscious about his dancing skills. He looked several times to the man you had been talking to, making sure he knew you were not available.

He drove you home, and helped you to the apartment as you were quite drunk. You were very touchy with him, and he loved every second of it but still acted like a true gentleman. When you woke up, your phone was plugged in, there was some aspirin and a glass of water with a note stuck to it on the nightstand. The note read: "I'll stop by around 10 with breakfast. Hope you slept well. -A"

He obviously did as he said; bringing all your favorite things for your favorite place at 10 exactly. He left right away, saying that he had to visit his dad like every Sunday, but not before repeating what he said a few hours ago. He even went further and admitted he had true and deep feelings for you.

Following that, Alden did at least one thing for you every day to prove his point. Offering you a single red rose, setting up a plant at your desk, bringing your fav pastries, telling you how beautiful and smart you were, he was even praising you in front of the team.

But the most meaningful thing to you was the one he didn't plan or think of. While working on a new case, he offered himself on a silver platter to the suspect, in order to save you. It didn't work at first as the man noticed how much Alden cared for you. "You're right, man. This woman does mean the world to me, so much that I'm willing to die for her. But I'm also willing to do anything to finally have my first date with her, which means that whatever you need, I'll give it to you so we can both get out of here alive. I'm not sure she'd do the same for me, so it'd be more beneficial for you to take me and let her go."

You wanted to kiss him here and there, beg him to take you on a date, despite the gun pressing your temple. "I'm older, I worked for the FBI before, so I know a lot more people than her who can help. But let me be clear, if you kill her- you won't get anything from me, except for a bullet in your head. But you don't want to die, otherwise we wouldn't be in this situation. So, what's going to be?"

Somehow, Alden's trick worked. "I love you." He mouthed as he followed the suspect instructions and got away from you.

The following hours were a nightmare, you were more than scared about never seeing his pretty face again, and not having the opportunity to tell him exactly how you felt, and have more time with the man you love.

When you saw him again, unarmed, you rushed into his arms and didn't think twice. "I love you too."

#submission #ncis #alden parker #alden parker imagine #alden parker fanfic #ncis fanfiction #alden parker x reader #ncis imagine

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yanderes-galore · 8 months

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Could you do your 2, 13, and 35 prompts for Chucky? Thanks <3

Sure! Today I binged Child's Play 1-3 today so here's a little chase scenario/short for Chucky >:) No specific movie. I could've made this longer but I was just doing what I first saw in my head-

This feels like potential for an ending event of a fic, so maybe in the future I'll make a part before this. Only maybe.

Yandere! Chucky Prompts 2, 13, 35

"It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

"So what if a few people have to die? It'll only bring us closer!"

"Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Mentioned stalking, Blood, Murder mentioned, Swearing in one line, Violence, Threat, Implied forced relationship, Graphic descriptions despite this being short, Ritual mentions.

"Don't push me away, dear... I only want to be closer to you!"

The malicious voice of the doll echoes through the walls of your house. You curse yourself for even trusting the gift. You wonder if your friend was set up by... it to give it to you.

Normally you'd call yourself crazy for thinking a doll could threaten anybody. You know better now due to seeing what it can do. This doll... Chucky... appears to know you a lot longer than you did it/him?

"Okay, maybe I came off a bit strong. The whole revealing myself thing should've taken more time. But honestly? I can't wait to take you in."

You hear fast steps run about your house. He's toying with you. He knows he'll get what he wants, even if you try to defend yourself with that weapon of yours.

"I promise it won't hurt... much- I already have the perfect type of doll you can be, baby! Just give up and reveal yourself... it'll be quick."

You don't give him the satisfaction of responding back. Instead you make your way to the nearest exit. You can't tell if it's best to stay in the house and fight him or flee outside.

Either way you can't really see him... would giving him an open area only be worse?

"Oh for fuck's sake you won't even give me a response? You're cold!" Chucky yells, more movement soon following. "It's an honor for someone such as me to take you in and love you!"

You grit your teeth and slowly try to open the door behind you. In response a knife is thrown at your leg, causing you to cry in pain. Blood drools out of the wound as you try to fumble the door open despite the pain.

"What? Are you mad I killed them?" Chucky says from behind you, he sounds rather annoyed. "Think of how I feel! I had to watch you mingle with other people that weren't me! You know what? I got tired of it!"

You manage to push the door open, only for something to slice the back of your leg. Your cries ring out and you slip on your own blood. The pain in unbearable, Chucky pulling your head back to expose your throat certainly wasn't helping.

"So what if a few people have to die? It'll only bring us closer!" Chucky growls, holding on as you flail. You can stand with your wounds and struggle to fight the doll with a blade pressed to your throat. "In fact, your own death and blood will bring us closer if you just let me conduct this little ritual!"

"Go to Hell!" You yell, cringing at the warmth of both the doll and blood coating your clothes.

"Oh, baby... I can't!" Chucky teases before pushing the knife closer "Not unless I take you with me!"

You struggle more with the doll before he eventually finds a way to knock your head with something. You're not quite unconscious but docile enough to allow the doll to tie you down. You struggle weakly in your binds, realizing the blood loss would put you in shock in soon. While you come to terms with tour situation... you barely notice Chucky drag a doll in.

"If you continue to fight me on this, you're dead." Chucky claims in a stern tone. You're in no place to fight anyway so you weakly nod. In reality, you'll probably die either way with the blood you're losing.

Perhaps you're just tired of fighting anyways.

Chucky smiles at your compliance, lifting your head to see your dull eyes.

"Now I want you to sit tight, I prepared for this moment." Chucky chimes, placing his hands on the doll and you. "After this... you'll be my perfect little doll, just you see."

You go light-headed, feeling your own warmth begin to slip away. You hoped death would claim you before he did whatever the hell he was planning. Unfortunately, that would be mercy compared to what's happening.

"Give in." Chucky orders. "When you wake up, we'll be made for each other."

It's then you hear a foreign language spill from the doll's lips.

You're too weak to even cry.

#yandere slasher #yandere slashers #yandere child's play #yandere chucky #yandere charles lee ray

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littleavengerfics · 2 years

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I just want you - Blackhill x little reader

request summary: little reader has been struggling with their past and become super clingy. But then y/n starts to regress because they feel unwell whilst their mommy Maria is in a meeting or just busy and they have to cope without her. Can you maybe include Natasha too?

Warnings: age regression, sickness, ptsd, trauma, mental health and nightmares and bottles. Also, secret Blackhill relationship because why not.

Recently, it had been a rough few days for you mentally which didn’t go unnoticed by Maria, you wanted to be around Maria constantly and not even the cuddles and love could stop the nightmares and negative thoughts from plaguing your mind.

Maria didn’t mind the lack of sleep or the constant pulling on her shirt as you begged to be picked up, not wanting to be more than an inch away from her at all times. What she did mind however, was the fact that she would eventually have to go into work. She informed Fury that you weren’t doing good, and he allowed her to work from home, but it was in their agreement that she had to attend the important meetings. She hoped it would be a while before she was called in but on day five of your screaming and crying, she got the call she had been dreading.

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“Mommy!” She could hear your cries for her from the kitchen. “Y/n sweetie mommy’s coming I’m just making your bottle, can you settle down for mommy.” Usually talking over the intercom to you soothed you down fast but this only made you more desperate.

“MOMMY!” Maria couldn’t bear your pained cries any longer so she ran to you. “Mommy” you reached out for her. “Mommy help.” Tears were streaming down your face and you were struggling to breathe.“Shh mommy’s here sweetheart.” Maria scooped you up into her arms. “Mommy.” You whimpered into her neck. It hurt her to hear you beg for her as she knew there wasn’t a lot she could do to stop your nightmares at the best of times, never mind when they were this aggressive.

“I know it’s scary baby but it’s not real, you’re safe with mommy.” Maria couldn’t do much except sway slightly as she held you tight. One hand rested on your head as she ran her fingers through your hair whilst the other rubbed your back as you clung to her. Each pat or circle on your back drew out more coughs and hiccups as you struggled to breathe.

By the time she had managed to calm you down you were falling asleep on her shoulder. All you had done the past few days was watch movies with Maria and sleep. Once you were asleep Maria would pull out her laptop and get some work done, you would soon wake up and she would put on a movie and cuddle with you then the cycle would repeat.

“Baby wake up.” Maria said softly sitting both of you down on the couch. You hummed, pulling your head out of her neck. “Hi mommy.” You smiled. It took Maria by surprise to see you in a happier mood but she was more than grateful.

“Hi baby, look what mommy got for you.” Maria cooed while holding the bottle in front of you. She couldn’t help but chuckle when you giggled and reached for it. “Here you go baby.” Maria smiled bringing the bottle to your lips. After a few minutes you had started to fall asleep again, this time Maria allowed it.

Maria continued to hold you until she heard her phone ringing from her pocket. She answered the call and it went as expected, once she got off the phone she decided to call someone else to help with you.

“Hey, Natasha?” Maria asked nervously, hoping she wasn’t busy, there weren't many other people you trusted being little around.

“Hey Maria, are you two okay?” Nat seemed tense; Maria figured she probably heard Maria’s anxiety. “Yeah, I just got called in for a meeting in an hour and I don’t have anyone to look after y/n.” Maria heard shuffling over the phone before slight jingling of keys. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Maria sighed with relief. “You’re a lifesaver.” She heard a chuckle down the phone before hearing Natasha’s reply. “I know.”

Nine minutes later Maria heard a knock on the door. “It’s open.” Maria shouted, making you stir. “I'm sorry love, go back to sleep.” Natasha came and sat next to you both, waking you up. "Auntie Natty" You mumbled sleepily. "Hey dorogoy, do you want to come sit with Auntie Nat for a bit?" She took you off Maria and lifted you onto her lap.

"Baby mommy has to go into work for a little bit, so I need you to be good for auntie Nat okay?" In your sleepy state you quickly agreed, wanting the woman to stop talking as a pounding in your head had started attacking you.

"That was easier than I expected." Maria chuckled as you drifted off in the Russian's arms. "I told you we will be fine, just go." Nat chuckled.Maria kissed the redhead's cheek, turning it slightly pink as the woman blushed, before turning around and leaving.

"Hey detka, it's lunchtime, can you wake up for me?" Nat asked, rubbing your back gently, your eyes flickered open and you looked up at the woman slightly confused as to where your mommy was.

"What is it dorogoy?" Natasha asked, taking notice of your confusion. "Mommy." You whined, your throat burning as you spoke. "Oh your Mommy went into work remember? She had a meeting to go to." You felt the tears building up in your eyes as the pain and sickness hit you along with the sadness of missing your mommy. You just wanted her to hold you and make you feel better.

"I know, I'm sorry. Why don't we get you some food then you can go back to sleep and I bet your Mommy will be back by the time you wake up again?" Nat carried you into the kitchen. "Are you really hungry or just a little hungry?" You shook your head, you weren't hungry at all, the pain and churning in your stomach was enough to put you off food altogether.

"Well you need to eat something at least, how about some fruit?" You shook your head again. "Why not?" You pointed to your throat, noticing Nat frown. "Does it hurt?" She asked, closing the fridge door. You gave a small nod and she let out a sigh. "What about some soup or some noodles? That won't hurt as much." You gave a small nod knowing how strict Maria was when it came to eating at least some of your food.

"Okay, then maybe we can go see your mommy once her meeting is over." Nat smiled, placing a kiss on your temple. "Mommy." You whispered, struggling to swallow. "Yeah, we can go see mommy soon. Do you want a baba? I can put some honey in it to help your throat."

You gave a small nod, she placed you on the counter and got out the supplies. “Okay I’m going to heat some soup, will you eat some of mine? Then we can go wait at mommy’s office and have a baba in the car.” You gave a small nod letting out a cough. “Poor baby.” Natasha frowned, placing a kiss on your forehead. You sat on the counter whilst she heated her food, she poured a small amount into a bowl for you, the rest she put aside for herself. “Here, can you do at least four spoonfuls for me, you need something in your tummy.”

After 6 spoonfuls Natasha could tell you had enough, the burning in your throat was becoming unbearable. “It’s okay, you did so good. Do you want to go see your mommy, she should be done soon, we can pick her up.” you gave an excited nod. “Alright! Let’s get going.” She grabbed her flask of soup before getting you ready to leave.

“Are you and teddy nice and secure?” She asked playfully, pulling on your seatbelt. “Looks like we are good.” The spy smiled at you, squeezing your hand for a minute. “Hey, you take good care of them for me.” She said pointing at the stuffed animal under your arm. You gave her a sleepy smile, watching as she closed the door and got in the driver's seat.

She gave you your bottle towards the end of the journey when you got stuck in traffic, Nat hoped Maria was still at work and you didn't miss her. She felt guilty about bringing you out when you were sick but she knew how much you needed her, she'd hate for you to have gotten your hopes up for no reason.

When she parked she noticed Maria's car where it always was and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Are you ready to go see Mommy?” You seemed to wake up at that question looking around hopefully. “Hang on, hang on.”Nat chuckled as you tried to get out of the car. She unbuckled you and held you in her arms.

“Romanoff? What are you doing here?” Nat sighed, rubbing your back. “We came to see Maria.” She answered fury and looked at you, his face dropping into a panic. “Is that agent y/n?” At this point you had started crying, the loud environment hurting your head. “Come with me.” Natasha carried you to a small room. “I will go get agent hill, you can get them settled in here.” Nat bounced you gently, trying to soothe you.

You could hear the conversation between Fury and Maria from inside. “Sir with all due respect, I need to get home to y/n.” You perked up at Maria's voice, Natasha let out a small chuckle at your sudden change of behaviour. “You have a responsibilities Agent Hill, and right now you are neglecting them.”

“I understand, but sir-”

“No, you did not tell me that Y/n was this sick. You have a responsibility to y/n and I have to say leaving them with Romanoff was a bad idea.” Natasha furrowed her brow, slightly insulted. “Why? Did something happen? They’re sick?” Hearing your Mommy panic made your anxiety rise. It had been a rollercoaster of a day and you couldn’t bear it anymore, you just wanted her to hold you.

“That’s not important you can yell at your girlfriend later right now.” Natasha snapped at his words, how did he know. “Look, let's talk about this inside.”

“Nick, I really need to get home. Apparently I need to kill Romanoff.” The russian let out a chuckle. “Well I’d say she’s doing just fine.” Fury gestured to the desk where Nat sat with you in her arms. Maria stepped inside and you both burst with excitement when you saw each other. “Hey baby.” Maria took you off Natasha.

“Mommy I no feel good.” You whined into her neck, Maria's heart broke. “It’s okay baby, mommy’s here now.” Maria frowned at natasha. “I didn’t do anything, I tried to make them feel better but they only wanted you so I figured I could bring them here.”

“Alright, let’s get you home.” Maria said, kissing your head. Maria took you home in her car whilst Nat followed in hers. “Hey little one.” Natasha opened the car door and lifted you out. “Oh, now you want Natasha hm?” Maria chuckled watching you snuggle against her. “What can I say, I'm awesome.” Nat smirked. “Mommy.” You reached your hand out for her, she took it rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand.

The pair took you inside where they set you up on the couch with blankets and your favourite movie. “Go to sleep baby.” Maria whispered, kissing your head. “Here baby.” Nat handed you a bottle before giving you another forehead kiss. “Night little one, we love you.”

“Thank you for the help today, you’re so good with them. You’re a lifesaver.” The brunette smiled, kissing the Russian's cheek.

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goat-guy-tm · 30 days

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Out of all characters in mcd, I'd say the one that changed the most for my rewrote would have to be garroth. Name change that I gave him aside, there is a lot I did to him.

>hey so, writting this after I finished this post, idk how many words is in this but I think it's over 3k maybe, I spent three days writing this, it's so much longer than I expected, but um if you want a sudden deep dive and entire life story of my rewrite Garroth, HERE IT FUCKING IS!!

I will also let you know, because some ppl will probably be confused about it; Claire was a character in Jess's FNAF roleplay series, she was Aphmau's sister and I am SO UPSET that she was not carried into mys, albeit her and Aphmau had a strained yet still close relationship, she should have been there. So, I include her in ever rewrite I do, including my mys one. But yeah, when you see her mentioned that's why and who she is ♡

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Garroth was never happy in Ok'hasis. He never would have been. His whole life he stood there, staring at that damn statue.

A man, standing tall, clad in armor that made him seem so much bigger than he was. Sword, shethed into the stone beneath him, helmet in one hand, other rested on the hilt of the sword.

Esmund Ro'Meave.

Eveyone, Irene-damn everyone told him day in and day out that Garroth was his spitting image. His passion, his looks, his strength. When rumors of Divine Reincarnations murmured through Ru'aun, Garroth was put at the center of it. He was related to one by blood, he looked like him perfectly, so why wouldn't he be?

Garroth wanted nothing to do with that man. A self proclaimed hero, no matter the horrid things he did, the pain he left behind him to carve a path for the Divine in a world they weren't welcome. Were HE wasn't welcome.

Every day his father would drag him around the castle, day in day out, history lessons, fighting lessons, etiquette lessons, never a break.

That statue made him sick. Esmund, stood proud and tall in the court yard, one replica sitting in Ok'hasis's center. No where he went he was haunted by him. It was mocking him. HE was mocking him.

It took weeks of convincing, but eventually Jeffory had agreeded to help him do it, help him fake his death. The guard gained nothing from it. If anything he was putting his own life in more danger than he would ever know.

The first thing he did when he escaped was cut his hair. He couldn't stand it anymore. The bullshit Ok'hasian tradition of 'perfect' hair. His father's had been to the floor, his mother's close. The cute had been uneven, he had nicked himself a little, but the freedom he felt, the weight he felt lift from his chest when he gazed in the river, he nearly cried.

He ran. He knew the guard academy was always open to 'run aways'. Just give them a name and they'd let you in.

Garroth Ro'Meave didn't exist anymore.

Lucian Ciro was the newest trainee in the Ru'aunian Guard Academy.

The years passed like nothing. Finally he felt more than he had in so long. When he graduated, Lucian joined a band of travlers, acting as a guard for them for a while until they had been approached by an old woman one day. She had silver hair, and wore a purple headcovering.

She spoke with a wisdom Lucian only wished to ever know. She asked him for his services. To help her travel across Ru'aun as she was carrying a very important relic of sorts on her person and needed a personal guard.

It would have been dumb to say no, so of course Lucian joined her. The woman, Hyria quickly made her intentions known. She told him she knew who he was. The Lucian Ciro was never a Ru'aunian man, that Garroth Ro'Meave never died that day. Lucian had asked her what she intended to do with that information. She told him nothing, she had no reason to share it with anyone, but he deserved to know that someone understood, that someone knew his story.

After days on fhe road, Hyria told him she was a witch, a witch heavy beyond his years. That she had lived amongst the divine themselves. Lucian didn't believe her at first. She told him she had asked for him specifically to protect her through Ru'aun, that she knew he was meant to be someone important to Ru'aun history. That like her, his soul was closely tied to the Divine, yet not in the way he thought it was.

The Sacred Woods had scared him at first. Now a days Lucian could find his way through them blindfolded. Hyria had shown him the relic. That of Esmund the Divine King. She told him it was about that time. That the new reincarnation of Esmund come about.

A wave of relief had washed over Lucian in that moment. He wasn't that man, he wasn't what everyone egged him to be.

It was a clearing, Lucian would come to know this clearing well.

There were already some people there, gathered in some kind of semi circle.

A mountian of a man, long hair, body and face covered by a long cloak, wolf ears poking through the opening of it. A werewolf no doubt, Lucian had hear folk stories of them, but had never met on in the flesh, or, well, fur.

The man had two women with him, at least the first time Lucian had met them it was two, at some point it became three, he couldn't recall when it changed.

One was shorter, she had black hair and was dressed well. How he recalled many wives of lords dressed, but almost, more humble? There was something about her that was warm, and simple in the best ways.

Then there was the mifwa, with lavander hair and olive green eyes. She scared Lucian a little. She held herself quite strong, claws at the ready almost the whole time.

The third woman was a werewolf as well. She didn't seem too out of place, save for her starkingly contrasting clothing, all in blacks and reds.

He would learn this was Aaron Lucaine, decendent of Drae'lic (Shad), the Divine Destroyer, and the woman accompanying him were his wives.

There was a woman around Lucian's age. Her hair was like fire, billowing behind her even when it seemed there was no wind around them. Red eyes that stab right through him, but she smiled at him so nicely. Lucinda, Hyria's daughter, and a reincarnation of Menphina the Divine Protector.

An erie man who's hair and skin were white as snow, unnaturally so. Eyes a piercing green with large, purple and black horns sprouting from his head. His fingers were tipped with claws, his hands having a balck gradient to them, while his face was noteably covered by ever changing blobs of purple hued black staining. Travis Valkrum, decendent of Enki the Divine Keeper, and son to a demon. Apparently the man wanted little to do with the other's and the divine, but he had a ancestor to please.

And finally, a man who seemed, while not the tallest amongst all of them, something was off about how tall he was. Like he wasn't properly proportioned, his arms seemed to be too long, or maybe his torso. Half his body was covered in this large scaring that was completely black. Like a void. His eye on that side was burned shut, but it seemed like something below the eyelid was glowing. He was leaned against a tree, seemingly asleep somehow. Modzilla. A very, strange name for a man Lucian would think, but Hyria would simple joke that Modzilla was from very far away, a realm not of their own.

He would come to learn this ritual of sorts needed all the divine relics present, thus why those who possesed one had to be there.

Because of this, there became small treaties of peace between the people of Travis' group, Falcon Claw, the Witches of Ru'aun and what Modzilla refered to as 'Realm Hoppers'. Later, this treaty would extend to Phoenix Drop.

That night would change Lucian's life forever, in the best of ways. While Hyria infirmed him a divine could come from a relic at any age, for some reason Esmund's emerged as a baby, shocking almost all of those around the circle. Lucian was, astonished to say the least. Hyria told them she had assumptions as why the relic would chose to start from scratch, and to that Modzilla had simply scoffed out a laugh, Travis stating that Enki would find great amusment in this.

Lucian though, was stuck in amazment at the small child Hyria held. He had know of children born from magic, that it was something only very skilled witches were capable of, and those who wanted a magic born child had to pay a heafty amount for one. It was nearly a taboo, so of course this little one amazed him.

Hyria held him out, almost in offering, asking who wanted to take up the job of raising this one. Everyone was silent, looking down at the child nervously.

Aaron said they already had a child, but didn't want to be overwhelmed with a relic baby while trying to already raise a toddler.

Modzilla said he was busy with his research and own son, which Lucian would later learn was just a carbon clone of Modzilla.

Lucinda just laughed at her mother when Hyria, albeit jokingly, held the baby out to her.

Travis said it wouldn't be a great idea the raise another divine right in front of Enki himself. Unbeknownst to Lucian at the time, Enki in a way was still alive. Set in some kind of permenant stasis sleep on he Enki Warrior Tribe island, somewhere deep in the island and away from the usual common folk.

When Hyria sighed and was about to accept the idea of having to raise another little divine, Lucian spoke up, fumbling through his words but saying he could do it, or well, help. Hyria smiled at him, gebtly holding out the baby and handing it to him.

Lucian took him, unexperienced as he was, and looked down at the little one. He had a mop of these dull yet deep red curls, they already looked unruly.

He looked at Hyria, nervous but almost giddy in a way. He asked what the kid would be named and Hyria said he could name him whatever he wanted. Lucian asked if he wouldn't just be named Esmund, and Hyria laughed, asking if anyone in this circle was just named after their divine ancestor, and everyone seemed to take a humor to that.

Lucian thought for a moment, before nodding and looking down at the baby.

"Zenix. It was the name of a late friend of mine from the guard academy."

"Zenix, a nice name." Hyria said, taking a extra head covering from the bag Lucian wore, and wrapping the bab in it before handing him back to Lucian.

After that night, Lucian stuck with Hyria and Lucinda while they returned to the two's home just outside of Pikoro Village. He stayed there for a few years, slowly raising Zenix as he grew and acting as a guard for the two witches. In return, Hyria started teaching him magics. It started when Zenix, the rambunctious two year old he was, running around the cabin when he learned how to walk, had fallen over a table and got a good gnash on his leg from it. It started with simple healing magics, Hyria showing him how to on Zenix when the toddler got small injuries.

When Zenix was 7, Lucian decided it was time for them to leave. Lord Luke of Pikoro, on one of his many visits into the Sacred Forest, had informed them of a new town being established just across the coast of Bright Port that was looking for more prople, especially guards. Of course Hyria got defensive, asking her husband if he was trying to steal her guard from her, and Lord Luke joked that he would never, but he couldn't imagine Lucian was simply happy staying cooped in this cabin with a young child.

While he was upset to leave, Lucian promised both Zenix and Hyria that they would be back, they would visit when possible and Hyria would be more than welcome to visit them. Hyria told he'd have to come back at some point, since there was still one more relic to wake, and he would need to bring Zenix.

After their goodbyes, Lucian and Zenix set out for this little town. If he thought raising a 7 year old was tough, travling with one was worse. Lucian had done his fair share of travling, but Zenix made it more interesting, and stressful to say the least. Lucian had lost count of how many wild critters the child had picked up and begged his father to take with them.

Phoenix Drop was, small to say the least. Lord Malik welcomed them with open arms, and was even estatic when Lucian inquired about guard positions.

Years went by easy and calm for the most part. Lord Malik had announced his wife Matilda was pregnant and it was a whole celebration amongst the village.

The joy in the village was cut short only days later, as the village was attacked by a band of Shadow Knights. Lord Malik was slaughtered in the town center, Lady Matilda running away with the help of a few villagers by Lucian's orders.

While trying to calm and distribute the panicking villagers, a band of Shadow Knights had kidnapped Zenix, holding as some kind of ransome while demanding they be given Lady Matilda. When Lucian refused, the shadows killed Zenix, without a second thought. Lucian isn't proud of that night, but anyone who was there and saw what happened don't blame him.

All he had seen was red, and made a near massacre of the small army of Shadow Knights himself.

Lucian sat there, holding his son's body and he wept. He apologized, he prayed, he BEGGED, he did everything he could to plead with the powers abobe to bring his boy back. He was only 10, he was dreaming of joing the junior guard courses Dale had started. He told everyone in the village how he wanted to be jist like his dad.

The first time Lucian had ever been to the Nether was not a fun one. He had gone through a broken man, slaughtering and Shadow Knight that had stood in his path. He had heard some of them brag of how proud their lord was that they managed to snag a divine as a new sacrifices.

He searched that whole palace, leaving not a room unturned for his son. When he eventually found Zenix and a few other unlucky souls of those from Phoenix Drop who he couldn't have saved, he let them all out. He held Zenix the whole time, the young boy not letting his father go for a second.

Getting used to being Shadow Knights was, tough for Zenix and the others. Phoenix Drop became one of the only towns openly letting refugee Shadow Knights seek peace from the Nether.

When the time came to demolish Malik's house, it was a somber day. Lucian had Brendon and Dale assisting him, as Zenix was still recovering from his Nether-caused wounds. Breaking into the basement was not difficult, he had found a key burried by the roots of a young tree. What he found down there though astonished him.

Mailk's desk held a few journls and books, but next to it rested a perch of sorts, similar to the ones the falconry in Ok'hasis had, but atop the perch was not a falcon or owl, or any bird kept by anyone, but instead it was an elegant phoenix. Firey feathers emiting their own light, weakly chirping at Lucian as he approached it. He held his hand out nervously, and the bird rubbed against it. It was warm, but it didn't burn like Lucian thought it might. It was weak, no doubt from being stuck in a basement for weeks if not months at this point.

While it made little to no noise, it seemed to be talking to Lucian directly, a voice he couldn't describe speaking in his mind. It told him of it's agreement with Malik, asking where he was, which Lucian somberly informed the creature that he had been executed by a band of Shadow Knights. The bird said it made sense now why it was becoming weak. When one who made a pact with a phoenic, traversing to another realm breaks the pact, thus Malik's death and quick sacrifices into the Nether broke the tie the two had. The phoenix than began to basically beg Lucian to make one with it. Statong that without on the phoenix would not be able to stay in this realm, that it needed the anchor of a mortal to stay. Lucian asked what he would have to do in return for the phoenix, and the creatue told him that he simply needed to be a good man, to care for it and those around him and give it this tie to the realm.

The few years after the raid on Pjoenix Drop, Lucian stepped up from head guard to lord, quickly overachieving in his position and promise to the people of Phoenix Drop. Going to those anual lord councils was something else. Having to face his father for the first time in nearly 20 years almost made him sick. One the bright side, the man never seemed to recongnize him.

Meeting Laurence for the first time felt like a magical moment for him. His second year as lord, he met the man at the year's annual council. Being the Lord of Meteli's son, Laurence was invited to attend. When Lucian asked why he hadn't met him the year prior, Laurence said he simply hadn't wanted to come, but he was glad he did this year if he got to meet Lucian. Their relationship got pretty intense from there. While they only got to meet during lord meetings, they quickly took a liking to each other, sneaking away at times to be together. Not that it was forbidden or anything, but Laurence always said he'd be embarassed if his sister caught him messing around with the lord of another village. Plus it would start some rumors if others learned a lord's son was getting into it with another lord.

The summons from Hyria came just a few years later, Garroth was 31, Zenix was 15, and they were headed into the Sacred Forest with the special announcment that Irene's relic was finally ready. This was special to everyone. Irene was THE deal.

Everyone gave the same pleasantries, many of them fawning and cooing over the now teen Zenix as many had only seen him as a baby. Lily in particular, Aaron's first wife, took quite an adoration to him, giving him a long hug. Lucian cringed, knowing she had taken it quite rough when her own son had died.

The procedure happened just like Zenix's, yet, there was something strange about Irene's relic. The last time Lucian had seen it, it was albeit smaller than he had expected, but now it was fractured into three pieces. Hyria stated that that morning it had seemingly split on it's own, and she had no clue why.

When the relic formed into what they all assumed would be someone, it instead took three different forms, which shocked them all, more than a baby Zenix had.

All three of them were adults, yet one seemed older than the other two.

A woman with brown hair that looked almost greying with how dull it was, a shorter woman with jet black hair, and a man slightly taller than the second but shorter than the first with black hair as well but sporting a pair of wolf ears atop his head. All three wore these flowy white clothing, which Hyria would say was similar to what Irene would usually wear.

For a moment they all seemed unconscious, until they slowly woke up, dazed and confused by their sorroundings. Hyria walked up to the shorter woman, gently placing a headcovering around her hair and gingerly tieing it, muttering how Irene always seems to surprise her.

The shorter woman touched the cloth around her hair, seeming to accept it pretty easily. Hyria grimiced at the taller woman, saying sorry to her, that she didn't think there would be three of them and thus she didn't have another covering. The taller woman didn't seem to mind, but did nervously mess with her hair a little.

Hyria turned to the werewolf one, smiling at him, stating how he surprised her the most though.

The three nervously introduced themselves, already seeming to have names unlike Zenix. Hyria would later tell Lucian that it made sense since Zenix was a newborn, vs these three who were already fully grown adults.

The taller one was Claire, the werewolf was Ein and the shortest one was Aphmau, which Lucinda pointed out was a very strange name, which got her a jab in the side from her mother.

While Hyria thought of simply releasing them wherever they may please, the three instead decided on another divine to go with, at least for a small amount of time. Hyria told everyone the three would most likely not remember this, as none of the other divine did.

Claire opted with going with Travis, stating she didn't inted to stay with him long, she just felt in her heart that going to Gal'Ruk would help her get somewhere else she was meant to be.

Ein asked Aaron if he could tag along until they come across a dock, also saying he felt he needed to be somewhere else as well. Aaron and his wives reluctantly agreeded. Maybe Ein going with the only other werewolves was a good idea.

Aphmau though, seemed lost, looking at the other divine nervously. Her eyes lingered on Modzilla for a moment, but the man shook his head, glaring at her. So instead, Lucian cleared his throat and smiled at her. He offered for her to stay in Phoenix Drop for the time being, until she figured out what she wanted, or more so, needed to do.

Aphmau agreeded, and they all dispersed. Zenix took to talking her ear off almost immediately, saying it was nice to have another divine around, and saying how coold hid dad was and how much she would love Phoenix Drop.

In his bones, Lucian felt the phoenix flutter about. The voice in his head taking a happy tone to it, twlling him it was good to have Irene back. Under his breath, he whispered that Aphmau is not Irene, only part of what the goddess used to be in her mortal days. The phoenix didn't seem to care, just happy to have it's first mortal somewhat back.

Lucian felt that the next stage of his life would be interesting, and by hell would he be correct.

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archmage-ansrit · 3 months

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I had been pondering and debating whether or not to draw attention to this, since it all began during a time when there were being scams of people that don't even have pets asking for money using stolen pet pictures... but now it's not as important and I've had time to process it.

Warning for mentions of death.

November 2023 we lost one of our cats, and then on December it was the second anniversary of the death of our dog.

Both of them were amazing pets for a person that is so quick to feel drained as I am.

So, I feel like I should talk about them. Starting from the very beginning.

This is Lucky. Not particularly imaginative but he is! My brother found him as a kitten, abandoned in a local park; he was really concerned for the kitten, and took him with him. He took the kitten to the vet because there was something strange on one of the eyes - he has a tiny nick ON HIS EYE, but the vet managed to save the eye!

Mom wasn't super-thrilled, but the kitten endeared himself to her enough to keep.

Then, Thomas.

He 100% used to be a housecat. A coworker of my mom's found him in her backyard, limping a little - knowing we had taken in a cat already, she wondered if we wanted to take in another.

Yes. It helped a lot that this cat is gentle and well-behaved. A quick vet visit revealed the leg was just a bit swollen, probably from a bruise. By the second day he responded to the name we gave him, and when presented a collar, he stood still for us to put it on.

Vet calculated, approximately, he was like 4 or 5 years old already.

Then Blacky, the one that just passed last November. And her kittens.

That is Blacky, The Darling (the one with short hair) and Merida. Not included are Babe (I don't have pictures of her that won't make me Doxx myself), and a male kitten we only had for like 2 weeks before someone else adopted him.

My mom picked Blacky up with her kittens included. At first we thought Blacky was young herself, since she was so small.

We only had a little plate for food, so we worried it would be chaotic. The kittens were actually old enough for kibble, and maybe all of them would jump on the plate at the same time.

Kind of! Blacky actually waited for her kittens to eat - we refilled the plate for the kittens that had yet to eat, and only after we refilled the plate a second time did she begin to eat.

Blacky turned out to be older than we thought, probably 6 years, and had really bad teeth from a life in the street. She was easily angered, and distrustful of Thomas (probably because he is a larger cat), she allowed herself to be picked up only briefly, starting to hiss if we held her for too long. We eventually won her over, and she allowed herself to be handled for longer periods of time.

She became larger, as did her kittens. They were malnourished, but now they had food aplenty.

Then came Spot, the troublemaker.

He only has a single brushstroke of white on his head. Cried a lot, very nervous, but loving and cuddly.

Then, Trooper, our dog.

He was a housepet, no doubt. He could shake! He warned us when he needed to go outside.

Literally followed mom home one day.

Really chill dog. He probably was 6 years when we got him. His teeth were horrid. He didn't run or jump too much.

I loved him as much as I could.

Then, Otto.

He is more energetic than the others, and gets into the occasional fight with others.

Trooper would bark at them whenever that happened, helped get some order back.

Trooper was sick, though, we didn't know how much just yet. He loved getting bits of ham, and French fries, and he nuzzled so gently.

He had kidney problems, and even trying to get medications for him we weren't quite on time. He would have difficulty walking, and, in fact, that picture of him is from the last week he was willing to walk long distances.

The walks had been... I think as good for me as they were for him. I got to know more of my neighborhood. I got fresh air more often.

My phone, at the time, was pretty new, and this is the only picture I have of him on it. My mom has more. I used to be reluctant to take pictures, but something compelled me to take the picture.

He eventually would not even stand, and it was during the middle of Christmas break for the vet, so we had to hold on...

We got him to the vet, had him stay the night, but he got real bad over the night. He looked to be in such pain, we had to let him sleep.

And so we went forward.

2023 comes, and Blacky starts having trouble eating. She had lost several teeth because they had gone so bad they needed to be taken out, and now it seemed the last ones were giving her trouble. Feeding her was difficult, but we endured.

She spent more and more time in my room, as she would go there to avoid Spot and Otto's shenanigans. I leave my door closed because of them, so she understood it was a safe place.

She even got to let Thomas near her.

But even cleaning her teeth would not help her mouth issues, she was losing so much weight, so the difficult choice was made to have the rest taken out. It was a risk because she did NOT do well under the anesthesia the few times she had to have something done.

She came back, no longer any teeth left, but she ate her fill - she even got into dry kibble! She must have been so hungry...

But she, indeed, reacted poorly to the anesthesia. She stopped eating and drinking water regularly.

Oh, she held on to life with all she had. We tried getting her to the vet. She got an IV, medication for her kidneys (she was having a special diet for it, too, before she stopped eating).

She looked so much better! She was perhaps a bit grouchy over being held so long, but she needed warmth...

She held on with everything she had, tried to walk...

But in the end, she passed during the night.

Since I was taking care of her so much and so often, and she hung around my room all the time, my mom gave her my last name for the little memorial we got of her.

Financially, my mom took care of things, as she had been the one to take in the cats in the first place - I could not have done so myself. I can barely take care of myself, but with them, it helped me move in order to take care of them.

I feel like I should have done better, even though, realistically, there wasn't much I personally could have done without being a veterinarian.

Here is to pets. They love us as we love them, and some times, the have to leave sooner than expected.

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hi! sorry, it’s my first time requesting something so i hope i’m doing it right, but may i request academic rivals to lovers scenarios or headcanons for riddle and azul please with a gn reader? sorry if this isn’t the most specific, let me know if i should add or change anything and thank you so much! :)

Ooh, this is going to be fun! Yes this is perfect, thank you for the ask!

Azul, Riddle x gn!reader who is an academic rival

Azul

At first, he will see you as a complete rival. Nothing else.

You're constantly neck-to-neck with him in all of the classes you guys have together (which is more classes than you wanted) and the teachers know that you guys are rivals, so they continue to pair the two of you together. Of course the other students would see this as "a power couple" or something, but the two of you would rather work alone than together

He also hates that you can see right through him. Whenever he decides to try getting you into a contract, or the tweels attempt it, you shoot them down with a harsh "no, I don't do deals with sea mafia" before walking away.

You always held your head high, and people adored you. It made him upset that you were so perfect. But that anger towards you was also fueled by something else; that he was also in love with you.

You seemed impossible to reach, almost too good for anyone in the school. How could a disgusting octopus like him ever get a chance to be with you? It's impossible!

At least, that was what he thought until he saw you at Mostro Lounge one day, crying

He walked over, peering next to you to see what you were crying about, but it was just your phone. He smiled to himself, maybe you could finally make a contract with him, and he'll show you who's better!

Instead, he found himself sitting down next to you and asking if you were alright. You told him what had happened, someone that you considered a best friend had berated you to a friend group and you had to be humiliated for thirty straight minutes in a chat. Then, you had lost those friends, and now they were threatening to ruin your reputation. "I thought they were my friends, since I've been alone for so long," you cried, not once lifting your head.

He wasn't sure how to feel, he had never known you could break down. Not only that, but how could people choose to pick on you when you were the strongest person he knew? Finally, what hit him the hardest was the fact that the two of you were actually really similar.

"Y/n, if you need anything, I'm here for you. None of what those planktons said is true, I mean, you're the smartest and bravest person I know," he replied, but then he stopped himself from going on. What was he saying? Was he confessing to you?

You smiled at him, maybe he wasn't all that bad. This would be how the two of you became friends, then eventually you asked him out. Of course, he was a blushing mess, but he agreed.

The two of you would continue to be academic rivals, but no longer were you two scowling or glaring at each other during partner projects, instead Azul gave you a warm smile and you did too.

Riddle

He doesn't glare or try to plot for your failures like Azul does, but he does find it a bit annoying to always fight for the first rank on exams with you.

If anything, he's probably glad that you're doing so well in the academics, and he has a lot of praises to give to you. But something always stops him. This invisible wall is none other than your hatred for his strict personality.

You stopped him on multiple occasions from offing a person's head, even if you weren't in his house. You would tell him that it's actually your fault that the student couldn't make it to the hedgehog singing event, or that for once maybe Riddle should ease his iron grip on Heartslabyul.

To make matters worse, you were best friends with the biggest troublemakers of Riddle's dorm: Ace and Deuce. He couldn't understand how you didn't seem to care they were just copying your homework all the time and distracting you from your academics! He's even seen you help them sneak out of class!

Overall, he's just upset that you two are on opposite sides when it comes to following the rules. He just can't stand that a person like you is the one he's academic rivals with, and it just makes his head hurt.

But that wasn't the only reason. He also thought you were beautiful, that your kindness was something to be admired. You treated everyone so nicely, not to mention you stood up for others. There was a time when a few students from Pomefiore were bullying Heartsabyul students and he had heard you stood up for them. If anything, you had everything that a dorm leader should be in his eyes: high academic achievements, charisma, and kindness.

Riddle's too shy though, so he'll never admit this.

That is until you show up to him with a box. It looks like there's a tart in it.

"Hi Riddle, I heard that you really liked strawberry tarts, so I tried baking one with Trey," you tell him, plopping the box in his hands. "I hope you like it, it's kind of like an apology gift for stepping over your dorm's rules all the time, I just think that you're too strict on it still though!"

He wasn't sure what to think, should he be angry? Happy? Before he could decide, he was already a blushing mess. "W-well, thank you very much, y/n." He sees you smile and turn to go back to your dorm, but he shouts "wait!" before really processing what he was doing.

"Would you like to join me next time in the library? I know we need to study for the exam we have in Trein's class next week," he trailed off, and you nodded.

"Only if you promise to relax a bit too in the week," you say. That's when he realizes that you were probably worried about how much stress he had.

The two of you become friends soon, as he starts to learn from you on easing on the rules and on himself. He'll have to practice in front of a mirror to confess his feelings to you a few times, but you beat him to it and he is once again a red mess when he agrees to date you.

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Worth The Risk: Chapter 12

Mature Content Warning!

Sakura cried freely for a long time, relieved she no longer had to hide it. Sasuke didn't say a word and just held her there while falling asleep.

The thing that had her so shaken up was a text message. When the woman moved to Oto, she changed her number in hopes no one from Konoha would be able to contact her. It seemed successful until her ex's name crossed the screen with the message, 'I love you,' and nothing else. It was like someone had thrown her into a bathtub full of icy water and held her down so she couldn't come up for air.

'What does it mean? Did he send it because he's found me, or is he just trying to scare me? But how did he get my new number? No one from back home has it. Not even Hinata!'

Hinata Hyuuga is the only one Sakura considered a friend, though they weren't all that close. It's just that she knows the softspoken woman doesn't have the heart to befriend someone with bad intentions.

The Haruno girl's fingers clenched handfuls of Sasuke's shirt more tightly than before, inching closer still and silently begging the comforting warmth he offered to chase away her anxious terror. It definitely helped.

In the morning, the Uchiha man surprised her by forcing her to ride to school in his car, which she'd refused since moving into the Akatsuki house. Now that they're getting along better, she wasn't as inclined to continue denying the favor. That doesn't mean that everything's fine between them, though.

'He still hasn't said a word about the fact that he's a fucking gangster, much less that he knowingly tricked me into becoming involved with multiple dangerous people. I've been surrounded by criminals for weeks without knowing it. He must see me as the biggest idiot in the world.'

She glared at her lap as the man in question drove turned into the college's student parking lot, 'And what was I thinking, letting him kiss me and hanging out with him all day yesterday like we're best friends?'

Needless to say, Sakura was back to being pissed off and scared because the heat of the moment had passed, and her mind had cleared. Now, the woman was even more uncomfortable because Sasuke thought she was over it when, in reality, she'd been too swept up in overwhelming emotions and the drama that'd occurred.

"Are you gonna sit there all damn day? C'mon."

Sasuke was an asshole a lot of the time, but especially in the morning. Frowning silently, Sakura got out of the car and pointedly ignored him as she walked toward the entrance. He didn't say anything. Hell, he might not have even followed her. She wasn't sure because she didn't look back to check.

"Good morning, Sakura! Fancy meeting you so early in the morning," Mr. Hatake's familiar voice met her ears, making her face pale as she recalled drunkenly flirting with the college professor.

'Oh great. He probably thinks I have some perverted student and teacher fantasy kink now. Should I apologize or just act like it never happened? I'll wait to see what he does.'

Sakura turned to offer a sheepish grin to the white-haired man, "Good morning, Sir. How are you?"

He grinned from behind his mask, tilting his head as the pair ambled through the crowded entry hall, "Better than you, I assume, since you weren't here yesterday. Did Saturday's party prove too draining?"

Blushing and humiliated since he didn't beat around the bush in the slightest, Sakura brought a palm to her forehead and groaned, "Can we pretend that night never happened? I'm so embarrassed."

Mr. Hatake chuckled warmly and lowered the volume of his voice as he said, "Why? I thought you were quite charming. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I was simply worried you'd gone overboard and become sick. It's a relief to see you looking normal today."

Before she could respond, he nodded toward the same cafe where they'd had coffee together last week, "Coffee? We don't have time to sit and chat, but I'll buy."

Sakura nodded, falling into step at his side, "Shouldn't I buy this time, since you did before?"

They got in line, and the teacher nodded, "Very well, but only if you agree it's my turn next."

It wasn't necessarily scary that her, albeit handsome, older professor was borderline flirting with her, but it was very uncomfortable. She wondered if maybe he was teasing her on purpose to see how flustered she'd get. The woman would feel better if so because that'd mean he wasn't being serious. After getting their coffee, the pair headed for the lecture hall.

Kakashi said, "I was wondering, by the way. Where are you from originally?"

'Oh, no. Should I lie? What if he asks me questions about where I say I'm from, and I don't know how to respond? If I tell the truth, though, what if…? It couldn't hurt to be honest about at least this much.'

"Konoha," she also offered, just in case his next question was the reason for relocating, "I have a cousin who lives here."

"I thought your accent was familiar! I'm friends with many of the professors at Konoha University. Perhaps you met some of them?"

'Shit! I didn't expect him to say that!' "Oh, uh, no. I didn't attend K.U. Sorry!"

They arrived at their destination then, and the woman took the opportunity to excuse herself from the dangerous conversation and find a seat. The entire lesson, Sakura felt like eyes were on her, but she couldn't tell if it was just anxiety. The class after that, the same thing happened. By the end of the school day, she was convinced she was being followed.

The fear was so intense that when she realized Sasuke wasn't at his car yet, she couldn't find it in herself to wait around for him to arrive. No, she began walking home, peeking around each corner and constantly looking over her shoulder to verify that no one was there.

Maybe ten minutes after leaving the school, her phone went off in her pocket, drawing a small squeak of surprise from the poor girl. Sasuke's name crossed the screen, and she clicked the green icon to accept the call, only to hear something rustling behind her.

"Where the hell are you? I've got shit to do today, so hurry up."

When Sakura turned to inspect the sound's source, nothing was there, so she faced forward again, only for the sound to repeat itself. In an absolute panic, she hissed into the phone, "I can't talk right now," and hung up. Then, she pulled her pocketknife out of her coat pocket and held it tightly while walking more briskly.

'Is it him? Has he really found me? I won't let him get the jump on me.'

Once Sakura was within a block of the Akatsuki house, she realized that she'd lead the follower right to her home if she was being tailed. Even if it wasn't her ex, a stalker knowing her address would be bad, so she walked right past the giant house, pointedly not looking its way, just in case.

'What should I do? Do I call Sasuke and tell him what's going on? What if they overhear? What if there's no one, and I'm just being paranoid? He'll never let me live this down. He might not believe me in the future if there actually is trouble, too.'

So, the Haruno woman tried calling Ino and then Karin, only for both of them to be unable to answer because they were at work. If it wasn't for last night's text message, she'd just go home and tell Sasuke about it, but it was too risky now. She trembled but could only keep her head down and her feet moving.

Time passed until the sun had set, and the woman had no choice but to take a break because her legs felt like jelly from moving for over an hour straight. Stepping into a convenience store, she looked around one last time before facing forward. She bought a bottle of water but hesitated to leave after that.

'What if someone is really out there waiting? What if they have a car and they kidnap me?'

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

Sakura jumped, grinning tensely at the gangly checkout boy and quickly lying, "O-Oh, uh, I forgot to buy something. Sorry." The woman went back down one of the aisles, only to crouch and pretend to be browsing for something to eat, but in reality, she was blinking back tears and barely managing not to have a panic attack.

Suddenly, the doors to the store opened again, the employee up front greeting whoever entered as they had her. Only when footsteps could be heard coming her way did she realize someone might be coming in to get her since she didn't go outside.

'It's too late to run now. They're close enough to catch me.'

Sakura gritted her teeth, squeezing her eyes closed as she prepared for whatever was about to happen, only to gasp when Itachi's voice met her ears, "Sakura? What're you doing here? Everyone's been looking for you."

The woman shakily rose to her full height, bursting into relieved tears when she turned around and saw the handsome man's concerned expression.

He grabbed her hands, looking over her appearance more attentively, "What's wrong? Are you hurt? Why didn't you come home?"

She could only shake her head, thinking, 'All I ever do is cry and run away. I don't think a day has passed in over a year that I haven't burst into tears over something,' she wiped at her eyes, allowing him to hold her hand as he guided her out of the store and to his car, where Tobi was waiting in the passenger seat.

The dark-haired Uchiha cousin tried to talk to her, but she just glanced around outside the vehicle's windows to check for anything suspicious while Itachi went back inside to buy whatever he'd initially come for.

All the while, she thought, 'Why am I even running anymore? I hate myself as it is. I should've just let him kill me.'

"Hey, we found her. I'll bring her home soon," Itachi's voice was music to Sasuke's ears.

He sighed, irritated because Sakura was obviously uninjured, or his brother would've said something about it first, "What's her problem?"

There was a pause before a response finally came, "I don't know. She's crying too hard to talk, but she doesn't have a mark on her. If you ask me, it looks like something spooked her, and she ran."

Earlier, when the Uchiha man called her, he could tell something was up by the tone of her voice, not to mention that she hung up on him. Since she was seen by so many people at the party on Saturday, everyone's initial thought was that someone nabbed her off the street for one of many possible reasons, each worse than the next.

'What's her fucking deal? The least she could do was send a text. God, she's annoying.'

The man was angry before all this, too, because she gave him the cold shoulder this morning, only to get all chummy with that white-haired teacher she'd been all over at the party. Sasuke swallowed his pride a dozen times over in order to get this close to Sakura, and now, after all that effort, it seemed she still wasn't focused solely on him.

'Who does she think she is? She told me to stay away from other women, yet she's all over that guy, and he's old as fuck, too.'

Sasuke's an extraordinarily possessive and jealous man and has been for as long as he can remember. As a child, he refused to share toys or school supplies. Though Sakura's a human and not an item, the same mindset applies to this situation.

He was set on going off on the woman when she got home, but his complaints evaporated upon seeing how drained she was upon arriving. She quietly apologized before going upstairs, leaving me to look at Tobi and Itachi for answers. They both shrugged, the former saying, "I think she was being followed. She kept looking around like she expected to see someone tailing us."

Itachi nodded, "I did check before coming here. Nothing seemed suspicious, but Sakura wouldn't act like this without a solid reason, right?"

Sighing, Sasuke ran a hand through his hair and glanced at the hallway she'd disappeared to, "Fuck, I don't know. One second she's fine, and the next she's…this," he paused before shaking his head and walking that way with a hand raised in a lazy wave, "Send someone out to watch the place tonight."

Upon arriving upstairs, he realized the woman was sitting on the edge of his bed with a pillow in her arms as she stared ahead with glazed-over eyes. He shut the door behind him and leaned against the desk, "So?"

"I thought I was being followed, and I didn't want to lead them here, so I just kept walking," her voice was tired and monotone.

Sasuke scoffed, "Okay, and why didn't you tell anyone? Yahiko was about to send search parties to look for your body, you idiot."

She shrugged, saying nothing.

'...Something's off about her tonight. Did something actually happen that she's not telling me?' Usually, Sakura would bite back at him for calling her an idiot, no matter the severity of the situation.

For the next two days, Sakura was simultaneously on edge because that I'm-being-watched feeling refused to falter and felt numb to anything and everything. Receiving that text really messed her up. It was on Thursday night that Sasuke apparently had had enough. Just as she was about to go to bed, he entered the room and closed the door behind him.

'What's he doing? Is he mad I haven't slept in his room or talked to him? I have other things to worry about right now.'

"I'm at my fuckin' limit, Sakura. What the hell is wrong with you?"

The woman sat on the edge of the bed and glared at him with a frown but said nothing because she didn't know what to say. During school on Tuesday, she'd gone over what she'd like to yell at him when they inevitably talk about the fact that he works for Akatsuki, and, subsequently, so does she, but that was before the whole stalker issue.

'I already told him I think I'm being followed. There's nothing else that he needs to know.'

Dark eyes were alight with emotion, most of which were on the angry side, "I can't fix anything if you don't tell me the damn problem, so spit it out. Is it because you still think someone's following you around? I already told you that's not true. We've had guys keeping an eye on things."

Sakura bluntly said, "I don't care if I'm being followed anymore."

Over the past few days, her psyche had fallen further into a depressive slump. All she wanted to do was cry, which pissed her off even more because that's all she's been doing all this time.

"...Okay, then what…?" Sasuke was visibly confused by her uncharacteristic demeanor. It was surprising it took this long for him to say something.

'His patience has definitely improved since we first met. Good for him.'

The woman stood, uncrossing her arms and meeting his gaze, "Listen, I just…I don't care."

Understanding met the Uchiha's eyes before they narrowed, his voice lowering, "Since when do you not care? All you've done since I've met you is care too much about every little fucking thing."

She shook her head, mumbling, "And look where that's gotten me."

A long silence passed between the pair before Sasuke's voice took on an undeniable threatening tone, his glare smoldering, "Whatever funk you're in is annoying as hell. What's it gonna take for you to knock it off?"

Sakura rolled her eyes, turning to prepare to get into bed again, "Good night, Sasuke." Apparently, the man didn't like that because he grabbed her arm and forced her to face him again. A flare of fear came over the woman, but she swallowed it quickly, "Let go."

His brow furrowed, and he hissed, "God damn it," before roughly grabbing her jaw and kissing her. On instinct, the woman's hands jumped to his shirt, holding it loosely as his free hand snaked around to the small of her back, pulling her closer and preventing escape. Only when the man forced his tongue past her teeth did Sakura realize what he was doing.

'He's pushing me until I get pissed off or scared enough to fight him.'

She still didn't care, so she kissed him back calmly, very much not matching his irritated energy. The next thing Sakura knew, he reached behind them to absently search for the lightswitch before finding it, turning the lights off, and returning his hand to her jaw, only for it to slide back into her hair, where he tugged enough for it to sting, but not enough to truly hurt.

Her head fell back with a soft gasp, and Sasuke hungrily kissed her neck, whispering into her skin, "I won't stop."

Amidst the heated makeout session, the man rid himself of his shirt. Then, he tugged hers off, too. The pair fell onto the bed, him forcing himself between her legs so he could press against her. A spark of panic met Sakura's chest, and she tore her lips from his to stop further reactions.

Sasuke dipped to kiss her collarbone, hands dancing down to maneuver her pajama pants down her legs and off, tossing them away carelessly before coming down again. Large hands with calloused, long fingers greedily felt every inch of bare skin. The sensation was as pleasurable as it was scary.

'Wait…this is scary. This is exactly what he wanted, that prick.' That said, Sakura wasn't anywhere as nervous as she thought she'd be.

Her focus snapped when the man's voice met her ears again, hot breath dusting against the moist skin of her shoulder, "I'll fuckin' do it, Sakura. I'm serious."

For some reason, even though Sasuke had succeeded in getting her out of her numb funk by pushing her past her sober limits, the pink-haired woman didn't want him to stop.

The eager touches of his skin to hers and the rushed press of his lips made a heat pool between her legs that'd become a sensation she affiliated with terror because her ex-boyfriend had turned something as natural and cathartic as sex into an act solely used to show dominance. Sakura could mask her fear until then because she began to tremble, recalling the last few times she'd gone through with the act, whether by her own will or not.

The Uchiha man made a low sound deep in his chest, obviously having noticed, but he didn't stop, just like he said he wouldn't. No, he slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately while running a hand down the front of her body until it met the hem of her underwear.

Sakura's eyes squeezed closed more tightly when his fingers slid beneath the cloth to touch her intimately. He quickly found the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, toying with and teasing her. She felt like a puppet on strings, the way he expertly made sharp bursts of lightning-hot pleasure shoot through her lower regions.

'Oh, fuck. What am I even doing? Why am I letting him touch me like this? It feels way too good. …I don't want him to stop.'

The point came that she could no longer keep her breathing steady, and an exasperated moan was muffled between their tongues as she finally gave in to the man's relentless technique. This entire time, she'd been keeping the responses to a minimum and showing no excitement, but now she's only reacting to the feelings and urges. Her back arched, and her head fell back.

Half-lidded green eyes met dark ones when Sasuke let the kiss end. He continued searching her face and quietly said, "I'll make it good. Don't stop me."

'He said it like a command, but really, he's asking if it's okay to keep going now that I'm back in my right mind.' Sakura nodded with a blush steadily rising to her cheeks.

The man's gaze was intense and unrelenting, as though he refused to miss a second. The fingers beneath her underwear disappeared because he reached beneath her to unhook her bra, tossing it aside once removed. Then, he sat back on his knees and slid her panties down her legs until Sakura lay naked with her legs bent over his hips.

She was able to hold his gaze for a moment but quickly buckled and covered her face with both hands. It was expected that Sasuke would either tease her or tear her hands away, but he did neither. Instead, he came down to kiss between her breasts, fondling her chest appreciatively before moving lower. His lips dusted against her stomach and lower abdomen before a wet and wild heat erupted between Sakura's legs.

Her hands immediately shot down to grip handfuls of the sheet, her back arching as she hissed, "A-Ah, not so-!" 'He wasn't lying. This is incredible. Has it ever felt this good? I don't think so. Jesus, fuck, he'll kill me.'

Sasuke wasn't wasting time teasing or edging the woman. He was determined to throw her recklessly over the edge as quickly as possible like it was his life's mission or something. Soon, Sakura was millimeters away from climax and began to panic because it'd been a long time since it happened, which scared her.

Tears in her eyes, she whispered, "S-Sasuke! Sasuke, stop, or I'll-!" It was too late. All the air left the woman's lungs, her insides shaking like an earthquake. Just as quickly as she'd gone silent did she gasp, an embarrassing and breathy moan escaping her mouth as her back further arched off the bed.

When it passed, she panted for breath, tears running down the sides of her face to drip into her hair and eyes wide with shock. 'It was good. It was better than good, and we didn't even have sex.'

More than Sakura was impressed with Sasuke's skills, she was surprised she made it through the experience without having a panic attack. Maybe she felt grateful to him for helping her overcome one of her fears, or perhaps she was simply caught up in the mood again, something becoming more typical for the pair, but when Sasuke climbed over her, pressing chaste kisses up her body until they met her neck, she reached down and fumbled to unbuckle his belt.

He paused, but only momentarily, before returning to what he was doing.

Sakura's skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as she unzipped and unbuttoned his pants to slide a hand beneath the cloth and feel the hardened length begging to be released completely. 'It feels big….'

Slowly, the woman rolled over on top of him, switching their positions so she could sit between his legs, lower his pants enough to pull his sex free, and come forward to slide it into her mouth. The man watched her with an arm behind his head, the other hand keeping long strands of pink hair out of her face, and a hyper-focused expression. Sakura's face remained warm, only getting hotter, as she met his eye only to avert her gaze bashfully while continuing the sexual favor.

"Look at me." Sasuke's firm voice stunned the woman enough to follow the order, and when their eyes met, he said, "Don't look away," in the same tone.

'What the hell has gotten into her?!'

Sasuke's teeth gritted as he watched Sakura's bashful face turn one darker shade of red after another. Upon kissing her, he expected to be shoved away before they reached this point. Not only did she let him touch and taste her, but now she's returning the favor, and quite skillfully if he dared say so himself.

'She looks shy, but her mouth doesn't feel that way. Is it because I haven't had this done in a few weeks, or is she actually this good?' The man's muscles flexed as he got closer and closer to losing his composure, the fingers in her soft hair tightening as he guided the speed to increase, 'Damn it, this is dangerous.'

To communicate that he was close, Sasuke released her entirely. His dark eyes narrowed as hers widened with realization. Tears welled in them, and he realized she didn't know what to do.

"You don't have to swallow it," he said quietly, his voice strained as he clung to his self-control for as long as possible.

Sakura nodded, her brow furrowing. At the very last moment, she slid him out of her mouth and lowered her gaze to his cock as she adjusted her position so the white, cloudy substance splattered over her chest instead.

For a very long pause, the pair stared at one another with surprised expressions. Neither expected this to happen; that was a fact. Since his blood had begun to flow back into his brain rather than his manhood, Sasuke began to feel a little guilty. The pink-haired woman sat up, looking down at her chest in the dark room.

Still, he watched appreciatively, 'That's a sight for sore eyes.' A gorgeous woman sitting naked between his legs after giving him a blowjob was satisfying, 'She doesn't look all pure and innocent anymore.'

Wavy pink hair flowed around her shoulders and down her back. The blush on her face was visible even though there was very little light, as was the glisten of the substance he'd given to her chest. The woman was slender and covered in scars. Sasuke thought she looked gorgeous. Her curves were humble but elegant and pretty. She was the picture of femininity in his eyes.

"I-I, um…."

Upon hearing her shaky voice, he snapped out of his daze, sitting up and hesitantly lifting a hand. When Sakura didn't shy away, he gently brushed her hair behind her ear, "If you're pissed, I completely get it. Just hit me and tell me to leave if you want."

The woman's brow furrowed, but she shook her head, averting her gaze to his chest, "I would've told you no if I didn't want it," she closed her eyes, covering them with one hand, "I'm just…. I've only ever done this with one other person, so I probably didn't do that well. I'm really embarrassed."

Sasuke's eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opening slightly as he took in her words, 'What? One other person? That can't be true! Someone who looks like her had to have had men lining up!'

"You're probably used to more experienced and confident women. I'm sorry-" "Shut up," he cut her off. She slowly dropped her hand, meeting his eye nervously. He shook his head, glaring, "Don't be an idiot. If I didn't like it, I would've said something, so don't say some shit like that again, got it?"

Sakura quickly nodded, obviously taken aback by his irritation. He shook his head, nodding toward the abandoned clothes on the floor, "Go wipe that off so we can go to sleep." Again, she nodded, this time climbing off the bed to do as requested. Sasuke watched her slim figure with warmth in his chest, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Sighing, he fell back against the pillows with glazed-over eyes directed at the ceiling, 'That was fucking magnificent.'

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