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my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction · 18 days

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Not too smutty but--

Shimmer!Kane is definitely the type to keep your bed "messy" by average standards but insists the blankets are arranged specifically to be a "nest".

Every time you remake the bed, twenty minutes later you come back and it's a mess again; blankets piled and arranged almost perfectly in the middle, pillows strategically placed for the most comfort...

You ask him why but he can't really tell you (instincts, duh!). But it's perfect to snuggle in! (And y'know nice and cosy to pound your brains out later if you want)

I am screaming over this!! (Also I'm so sorry this took me so long!)

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A/N: My brain is just like is this a one shot? Is there a part two? What am I doing? Also I have to tag @ominoose just because all of their amazing Kane fics and head canons have just shaped my brain.

Warnings: pining, dry humping, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 811

“Kane, what the fuck?” You sigh, no real heat in your words.

He looks up at you from where he’s crouched over the bed, the faintest hint of a quizzical expression on his features.

“What are you doing?”

He shakes his head a minute, obviously not understanding.

“I just made the bed, and now you’ve,” you gesture half-heartedly, “done whatever this is.”

The pillows were piled seemingly haphazardly in the middle, the duet cover bundled up. As you looked you realised that he had also brought the bedding from his own bed onto yours.

“It’s fine when it’s just your bed, but can you not come in here and mess with mine?”

You’d been assigned to ‘monitor’ him, try to help him adjust back into everyday life after… whatever happened. You weren’t privileged with the details, or even the vague notion.

He continues to look at you with that quiet stare he had, like he was trying to read the dictionary definition for every single word you said.

You sigh again, moving towards the bed and beginning to put your pillows back at the top of the bed.

Kane stood quickly, putting his hand softly on your forearm to stop you. You stare at him, a small frown of confusion on your face.

When he doesn’t say anything for a moment you move to continue your task, but his grip tightens.

“Stop.” He whispers, his voice barely audible.

Your frown deepens. “What? Why?”

You swallow as he stares intently at you, his lips slightly parted, his pupils dilated. It’s only now that you realise how close he’s standing to you.

“Kane?” You whisper, your heart thudding in your throat.

He was handsome, of course he was. But looks weren’t everything.

He was kind, considerate. He listened when you talked, did little things to be helpful, affectionate. He made you drinks without even asking, usually bringing them to you a second after you realised you were thirsty. When the temperature dropped close to freezing a few weeks ago, he’d warm blankets in the tumble dryer and bring them to you, offer you hot water bottles and put your slippers by the radiator when you weren’t wearing them.

He liked to be in the garden, around plants and animals and taking care of things. The apple tree hadn’t stopped blossoming, despite its leaves coming in since he’d been here. The forget-me-knots hadn’t been hampered by the late frost. Bumble bees and butterflies gathered around the honeysuckle that had bloomed exceptionally early, its sudden growth spurt meaning it was now covering most of the back wall it leant against.

You liked him being here.

You liked him.

Kane carefully placed his hands on your shoulders and gently guided you with your back to the bed before he slowly moved you, urging you to sit and then lay in the middle of the pillows and blankets.

You stared up at him, a little bewildered as he climbed in next to you.

“Comfortable?” He asked in that soft voice of his, but you weren’t sure if it was really a question or just an affirmation. You nod your head anyway.

He pressed his lips together, deep in thought for a moment on your reaction, before he moves to lay on top of you, pressing his thighs between yours and settling his hips against yours.

You freeze out of surprise. He’s never done something so bold before. You look up at him, his nose barely an inch from yours.

Your mouth goes dry, anxiety building under his heavy gaze, like a scientist looking at a specsamin in a jar.

“Kane,” you whisper, “what are you doing?”

“Are you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head without thinking and there’s a little flicker of emotion that crosses his face. Satisfaction, you think.

“Why, erm,” your mind is short circuiting with him this close, the warmth radiating off his skin, the sweet, almost floral smell that permanently surrounds him fills your lungs. The way the hard outline of his cock presses against your core. “Why did you bring your blankets in here?” You blurt out.

“Making a nest,” he says simply, like that was all the information you would need. “Wanted it to smell like us.”

He dips his head lower, nuzzling against the side of your neck and breathing deeply.

“A nest?” You gasp as he rocks his hips against yours, leaning closer so that your chests are flush.

“Hmm.” He continues to run his lips and cheeks over your neck, feeling your skin and sighing contently. All the while he rolls his hips languidly, dragging his cock against your heat.

You can’t hold back the shudder and whine as his fly presses deliciously against your clit.

While it doesn’t hamper his movements, the sound obviously amuses him and he focuses his actions solely on making you repeat it.

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happyanderes · 10 months

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⚠︎Bribery⚠︎

☎︎003-001

Yandere reaper (Kane) x AFAB Ghost reader

Word count:3.4k

⚠︎Warning:dub-con, size kink, ghost anatomy, handjob,manipulation

(A/n): Finally finished it. Woohoo

The seed of death was planted in your mortal body the moment you were born, you’ve been dying since you began living, but you thought there would’ve been more time before it takes complete root over you.

But the flowers bloomed much faster than you anticipated, death took over you much too soon as red splatters on the road, on your cold body.

You kneel in front of your dead self, long forgotten how to stand because of the sight in front of you.

You try, you try so hard to be brought back to life, to give yourself a heartbeat, but your hands simply phase through everything, you can only feel the rocky ground under, hurting your knees as your half transparent skin appears red from your hands.

You sniffle, you want to see, you want to find a way to wake up from this dream, but tears blur your eyes, and your knees sting.

“I spy with my little eye……a weeping little ghost.”

You jump at the sudden low voice, even in the chaotic sound of cries, his voice was clear like a siren.

You turn around, only to face nothing but black mist.

“Boo.” You yelp at the voice next to your ear and back off fearfully, palms scraping against concrete.

Then, you see a man, a tall, giant man. Who had chains on his body and a daring smile.

He only chuckles at your fearful expression and extends his hand out for you to hold.

“C’mon, up you go.” As soon as you place your hand in his palm, he pulls you up to your feet and twirls you so that your back is facing the scene and casually slings an arm around your shoulder.

You don’t know what to do, only able to be led away like a puppet.

“Look at you, cute as a button, lying on the streets is not somewhere you belong.” The man says as he boops your nose. “Someone like you don’t deserve hell, don’t you?”

“Ahh, but do you really belong in heaven, though……”

He whispers by your ear, his breath making you shiver. You feel nauseous, you think your cheeks are heating up, if your heart didn’t stop, it would be beating like crazy by now.

“Now, let’s see where you can go, hmm?” He holds a file up, the words are almost unable to be deciphered, the writing has a……personal flare to it.

“Ah……you’re such a little sweetheart,” he says as he flips a page. “But there’s a little problem, you see.” His words made your stomach churn, your gaze trail down to where he’s pointing. When you finally see what is written on it, you feel your cheeks grow so hot it’s cooking your skin, a small gasp leaves your lips.

“I see there’s a lot going down there at night, eh?” He says as you see him glancing down at the spot between your legs. You shift uncomfortably and move your hand to cover it as discreetly as possible, but your hand was only snatched by the reaper’s larger one.

“Covering it won’t do anything, sweetheart, see?” He holds your hand up for you to see, you realize your hand is similar to that of a colored wine glass, your skin tone at the edges while the middle is almost transparent, tinted in your skin tone.

He plays with your fingers, brushing your knuckles with his thumb.

“To think that you pleasure yourself with these small fingers……surely it’s not enough, no?”

Your fingers are only small because they’re compared to the hand of a literal giant, this man is at least seven feet tall (about 213cm). But you couldn’t answer, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You try pulling away, but he only laughs as your effort is nothing more than a mere tickle.

“Oh there’s nothing to be scared of, I’m helping you!” He says, pulling your body flush against his, but instead of feeling stickiness and heat from him, he is cold as ice, you shiver slightly.

“A little sweetheart like you don’t deserve eternal torture in hell! You don’t want pain, don’t you?” He says, looking into your eyes. “I know just the way to help you, but I need a bit of…..convincing.”

Your eyes widen, and you see his eyes trailing up your body.

“It’s easy, really, just a little…...bribery.” He says, you see the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips.

“Do you agree? It’s a small price to pay!”

You can only lower your head, after all, you would probably go to hell if you don’t.

The two of you enter a different dimension entirely, you find yourself standing in front of a rather large house, the colors red and black. Almost like the home of a villain.

“Make yourself at home!” The reaper says as he leads you inside by your hand, his grip feels a little too tight, his strides a little too fast, you feel your heart tightens, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. But soon, you find yourself standing in front of a king sized bed, with the reaper, who you now know is called Kane by your side. You see the bed has black sheets and pillows, they look soft to sleep in, but the reality kicking in makes no room for your mind to think about sleep at all. You feel that your stomach is churning, like a sinking feeling, so you look up at him with worried eyes.

Even though it’s for going to heaven, you’re hooking up with someone you simply just met.

“I……I’m not sure about—“

“Do you want to go to hell?” With a smile, he looks down at you and says, his brows slightly furrowed. You seem to be annoying him a bit.

You say nothing and shut your trembling lips tight, shaking your head lightly. “No……”

“That’s what I like to hear.” His eyes soften a bit and gently place both of his hands on your shoulders, pushing you down to sit on the bed.

“Lay down for me, my little ghost.”

You comply and lay down on your back, he smirks.

Your life and death is in his grasp, hanging over your head. While he’s nicer about it than you think, you can’t shake the feeling that he’s enjoying the fact that he has control over you, that you are not only his little ghost, but a doll, a toy, something made solely for his entertainment.

A shadow is casted upon his face, but it’s hard to miss that wide grin as he straddles you, locking you under his large body.

You nervously look up at him with dampened eyes, body shivering not only in slight fear, but also rising excitement and anticipation.

You can’t shake the feeling that he can read your mind when an amused huff leaves the reaper’s lips, then he gently runs the back of his hand down your jaw and holds your chin in his hand.

Without a word, he leans down and pulls you into a hungry kiss, all teeth and tongue. You grasp onto his clothes with your fingers due to being overwhelmed by the suddenness, you’re supposed to be dead, yet why are you out of breath?

His tongue invades your mouth, exploring every little detail inside, his arms wrap around your body, pulling you close to him.

After what felt like forever, he pulls away, not breaking a single sweat and his breathing is completely fine. He licks his lips and grins.

“You taste sweet.”

He says and places his hands on your clothes, the blood on it still wet for some reason, you let out a small hiss as his fingers brush through a scratch wound on your shoulder. He stops his hands.

“Poor thing, you look just like when you died, here, let me fix it.” He says as a cold dark mist covers all your wounds, and by the time you open your eyes, the wounds are gone.

“The higher ups keep the souls’ sense of pain intact so hell can torture them.” The reaper says in a tone like he’s talking about the weather as he peels your clothes away from your body, the cold air hits your skin, sending goosebumps down your body.

“……we can explore that in the future.” He whispers with a smirk as he places his large cold hands behind your back.

“What was that……?” You ask, not hearing what he just said.

“Nothing important,” He smiles knowingly, you decided not to push it, you couldn’t anyway as you feel his hand removing your bra. Out of reflex, you try to hide your chest, but the reaper was quick to it and grabbed both of your wrists in his hand, giving them a squeeze that’s almost painful, a small whimper escapes your lips.

You feel your entire body heat up when his eyes look into yours with a hint of warning for a brief second, then back to your mounds.

“There’s no need to hide them, little ghost.” He whispers, “they’re perfect, just like you.”

Gently, he let go of your hands, unleashed the chains and took off his shirt. He wasn’t wearing a lot from the start, but now without the obstruction of that fraying fabric, but now you can see perfectly. He’s really muscular, which you already have a clue just from how he looks with his clothes on. But you still suck a breath in when you see them, every curve and line of his muscles distinct and clear, like a sculpture, the tattoo written in an unknown language right across his broad chest makes it even clearer, following the lines on his body. You raise your hand up, asking him for permission, he chuckles and gives you the go ahead. With great hesitation, you place a hand on his chest, feeling it ripple under your palm, you can see it through your hand, as it’s half transparent. You spread your fingers and squeeze it gently, they feel rock hard.

He seems to enjoy your touch and hums.

“My turn.” He mumbles and places a large hand upon your marshmallow-like softness, a hand easily enveloping one. He squeezes and massages one side, his cold hands sending shivers down your spine. An involuntary noise leaves your lips when his calloused thumb brushes over the tip of your nipple. You bite your lips while he chuckles with mirth.

“That was the sweetest little noise I heard, tell me, do you make noises like this when you touch yourself?”

You shake your head out of embarrassment, and he chuckles, but decides not to push it, instead moving his lips to envelop your other nipple between his lips. He plays the little nub with his tongue, rolling it and sucking on it, when suddenly, he uses his teeth. It was light, yet the sensation made you gasp, you feel your lower abdomen clench.

You hear his laughter.

“Now, how about some help before we get to the real deal?”

He stands up and away from the bed, you sit up and look at him, slightly confused until he unbuckles his belt and unbutton his jeans, pulling it down slowly. You couldn’t help but stare at the bulge in his jeans, and the outline of it.

Alas, he is bare in front of you, his erection standing in front of you. You feel a shiver run down your spine when you see the size of it, your mouth feels dry.

His cold palm pets your hair gently. You look up at him in slight fear, he wants you to use your mouth on that? But it’s big, you don’t think you can take it without your jaw breaking, and is it leaking?

Your lips purse shut as tears well in your eyes, seeing you like this, he gently takes your hand in his, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“Don’t be scared, use your hand first, m’kay?”

He whispers, “we have all the time in the world.”

He guides your hand to his crotch and with his hand upon yours, he wraps your fingers around his cock, it’s cold to the touch, your breath hitches when you realize your fingers can’t completely wrap around the thick rod.

“Your hands are so soft.” He sighs fondly, then he guides your hand to slowly slide up and down his length. It’s smooth for the most part, aside from a vein trailing up to almost the tip of it. It’s straight, but the upper half is noticeably larger.

As the two of you reach a steady rhythm, he let go of your hand, you can see the red flush of his cock through your transparent fingers, you feel the way it pulses under your hand. The more you notice, the more that feeling in your lower stomach intensifies.

He sighs and grunts occasionally, petting your hair, he wants you to just continue until he paints your body white, but he shouldn’t be the only one enjoying this.

After a while, takes your wrist in his hand, pulling it away easily, his cock aches immediately, longing for your hands to wrap embrace it again.

Without a word, he picks you up and places you on his lap. Through your fabric, you can feel his hardness pressed against you, you tense up at the feeling.

He chuckles and tells you to relax before reaching into your panties to slide his finger along your slit, feeling the contact on your private parts, you squirm uncomfortably, but it only causes friction against his length, making him want you more. With his other arm, he holds you down by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush up against his chest.

“You’re not ready yet,” He whispers in your ear when he pulls his fingers out and places it in front of you to examine it, there isn't much fluid on them.

You yelp when he goes back and plunges a finger inside of you. You hold onto his arm and pull on it almost pathetically, but he doesn’t budge, in fact, he stops, the room is silent, only your heavy breathing.

“Don’t you want to stay in a good place?” He says, his voice almost threatening. Hearing those words, you have no choice but to let go of his arm. He kisses your temple and mumbles “that’s my little ghost.” Then he gets back to it, preparing you and exploring you with his ice cold finger, the unusual low temperature of his skin stimulating you like little electric shocks. You whine and hold onto his arm that’s around your waist when he hits a certain spot, you try not to struggle or dig your nails into his arm, even though something tells you he won’t mind it.

“That’s it……” he coos and adds another finger in, it’s a stretch, and it stings a bit, but the pleasure is undeniable, your walls squeeze around him so tightly and that knot building up in your stomach tightens.

Sensing you’re close, he curls his fingers up in that particular spot, like that, your vision flashes white for a split moment, your head throws back, hitting his chest as a long moan spills from your lips. He continues to thrust his fingers inside of you, to help you ride your high.

You fall limp in his embrace, your chest heaving up and down as you breath heavily.

“You’re so warm, to think you’ll go all cold in a few days……” he mumbles with a smirk, you see his canines, sharp and longer than a normal person’s, it looks menacing, cunning, sly, like he relishes in the fact that he knows something you don’t.

But you’re too out of it to think.

He pulls his fingers out and holds onto your waist, easily picking you up and placing you on his bed, this time more harshly than before. You see that he too, is excited, his expression matted with sweat and his breathing heavy.

After taking off the remaining clothing you’re wearing, he takes one of your ankles easily and places it on his shoulder, the other holding your hip.

He moves to align his length against your entrance, sliding up and down your slit to cover the head of his cock with your slick.

“W-wait……!” You breathe as you weakly press a hand onto his lower abdomen.

“Please, just a little break……it’s too much……” you say with a whimper, looking into his eyes with your own, tears of overstimulation prickling at the corner, threatening to spill, you beg him to give you some time, but instead, he smirks.

“Don’t be scared, you’ll forget about being tired soon.” With those words, he mercilessly sheaths his whole length inside of you, ignoring your struggling and crying, it stretches you way more than his fingers did as your pelvises meet harshly.

“Feels better than touching yourself, huh?” He rolls his hips teasingly, drawing a whine out from you, painful pleasure washes over you like waves crashing against the shore.

“And look what we have here,” he says, his finger slides down your stomach, to a certain point.

He guides you with his arm to slowly push yourself up and look down at where he’s pointing, when you do, your eyes widen.

Through your transparent stomach, you can see his massive cock inside of you. The sight is unusual, and embarrassing, so you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away, but he grasps onto your jaw and turns your face to see your stomach almost forcefully.

“Look at it, see who’s gonna fuck you so well.” He says with that grin as he begins to thrust into you. Your tired self can only watch as his cock moves in and out of you, every slam against your pussy gains a whine from your lips.

He leans down to kiss your neck, sucking and biting the flesh there, almost enough to draw blood, the pain mixed with the feeling of him pushing in and out of you and that vein rubbing against your insides is just overwhelming. You feel that familiar knot forming inside of you again, you moan louder, echoing in the room along with the noise of your pussy squelching and his grunts.

His speed grows faster and faster, your whole body is trembling, you’re close.

As if sensing you’re near your orgasm, Kane’s thrusts grow sloppier and more desperate, chasing his own high, the bed creaks and your body bounces along with his movements.

You can’t take it anymore, with a loud scream, your back arches, your walls tighten around him, making him almost unable to move, the reaper groans at the sensation of you being so tight around him, but pushes on.

After a few more thrusts, he came, you feel something warm and hot fill you, the first bit of heat you’ve felt from him today. You slowly look down, to see that your stomach is no longer transparent, a trail of white clear as day as it leaks out from where the two of you are still connecting.

You lay back down and sigh tiredly.

“Does this mean……I can go to heaven……?” You ask with a small, hopeful voice.

Kane looks down at you as if you said something funny, his eyes crinkle as a loud laugh escapes his mouth.

“Oh little sweetheart, you could’ve.”

You feel your stomach drop.

“W-what do you mean……? You said I could go to heaven if I……do this with you……” you begin to panic, your head clearing up as you push yourself to sit up.

“Heaven? Who said anything about heaven? I said you can go to ‘a good place’ if you agree to my conditions,” he says while shrugging. “Plus, touching yourself was no big crime, people like you probably gets reincarnation. But now……bribing your reaper so you can get to heaven? Now that’s a one way ticket to hell.”

Your face pales, but he sees your fear as something adorable, a game, the childish cruelty of crushing a bug for fun. He pulls you close to his chest, you feel his cock hardening inside you again.

“Oh don’t worry, I mean it when I say you don’t deserve hell, you’ll stay with me, this is the only ‘good place’ for you now.” He laughed as he began to thrust into you again.

Your heart sinks to the bottom, tears stream down your face at the devastating truth, you were lied to, betrayed. Yet even if you blame it all on him, you have no choice but to become his, like he said, you have no better place to go.

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onevolon · 6 months

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nostalgia

Kane(Annihilation) x afab!reader

summary: Kane begins to remember something. (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Fusion + soulmates)

word count: 1154

warnings: Lena didn't go to the shimmer. Eternal Sunshine's procedure exists in this universe. The quot at the beginning is from Madmen 1x13. And no proofreading has been done. Might change it a little later.

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“Nostalgia. It's delicate... but potent.

…in Greek, nostalgia literally means the pain from an old wound. It's a twinge in your heart…far more powerful than memory alone.

…It takes us to a place where we ache to go again.

Around and around…and back home again... to a place where we know we are loved.”

Lena must have fallen asleep while watching the TV again.

The words he hears… doesn’t sit right with him. They almost create an itch in his brain. He cannot pinpoint for the life of him. It’s been like this for a couple of days now. Glimpse of something keeps popping up but before he can reach… it’s gone. He can’t admit to himself it bothers him. Because nothing bothered him after the…

He turns of the TV and goes back to the bed.

***

He knows he is dreaming. It doesn’t happen very often but when it does…

You should not have seen this. I apologize.

Something feels familiar.

There's no such thing as this.

Doesn’t feel right but still familiar…

…And she wanted to move on. We provide that possibility.

Feels like a memory.

She was not happy.

He wakes up with a startle and heart is beating out of his chest. He doesn’t try to go back to sleep.

***

For the first time in weeks, he goes outside. Takes the train to a random place. He doesn’t know why. Yes, being in the house all the time is suffocating but he is not an impulsive person.

Today just feels different.

It’s freezing on the beach.

Why is he here?

He found an empty notebook couple of days ago. Hidden in a drawer. Some pages are ripped out. Did he use to journal? Feels right to write this all down. To make it make sense a bit more. Something concreate.

He is not the only one on the beach, though. There is a woman. Maybe she likes the cold.

He should go back to home. To Lena.

She is nice. Nice is good, right?

She loved me once.

***

“Hi.”

She’s talking to him. “I'm sorry?”

“I just said hi.”

“Hi.”

She’s looking intensely. When he does that, people tend to find it creepy. Or that’s what Lena said.

“Do I know you? “

Something sparks in his chest.

“I mean we are headed to the same place in this train so… Do you know the little café in down town?”

Does he? “Sure.” He says for some reason.

“Yeah! Oh, I’ve seen you there for sure.”

They both still didn’t break the eye contact.

He introduces himself. It’s only polite, Lena says.

The woman says her name too.

It’s a pretty name.

“Thank you. Not many people think so.”

Oh, he said that out loud.

“It has a nice ring to it.”

“I’m not nice though. I'm a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.”

What? “I wouldn't think that about you.”

“Why wouldn't you think that about me?”

“I don't know. I just...” He can’t think a reasonable answer. “You seem nice…”

“Oh, God. Don't you know any other adjectives?”

He does. But right now, he can’t find any. Weird… This is all so weird…

“I don't need nice. I don't need myself to be it, and I don't need anybody else to be it at me. Okay?”

Okay, he thinks and shuts his mouth. Seems like he only irritates her more.

“Kane? It’s Kane, right?”

“Yes.”

“Sorry I yelled at you. I’m a little out of it today.”

He nods.

“To be honest. I really like that you're nice right now. I'm glad you are.”

He can’t decide if he like the warm feeling in his chest or not.

“I have so much stuff that, I probably should…” Why did he say that?

“Oh! I'm sorry. Okay.”

“I'm writing, and...”

“Sure. No. That's okay.”

They both quite down.

“Take care, then.”

She goes away from him.

***

He sees her walking while driving. He doesn’t think before yelling out the window.

“Hey! I could give you a ride, if you need. It's cold.”

“Yeah. Okay. Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

She gets in to the car.

Rubbing her hands together “You're not a stalker or anything, right?” she says laughingly.

No, he is not. “I'm not a stalker. You're the one that talked to me. Remember?”

“That is the oldest trick in the stalker book.”

“Really? There's a stalker book?”

She nods, smirking.

“I gotta read that one.” Did he just joke?

She stifles her giggle.

“Look, I'm sorry if I came off too harsh. I'm not, really…”

“It's okay. I didn't think you were.” He though he was the problem, really.

They came to a stop in front of her apartment.

“Did you wanna have a drink? I have lots of drinks, and I could, um...”

He didn’t have alcohol since before the…

“Never mind. Sorry. That was stupid.”

He took to long to answer. Great, he thinks. She’s still babbling.

“Oh, I'm embarrassed now, I-”

“No, no.” He interferes.

She looks disappointed.

“Good night, Kane.”

***

“Here you go.” She gives me a glass.

“Thank you.”

“Drink up, young man. It'll make the whole seduction part less repugnant.”

He stops. Is she trying to seduce him? That’s…

“I'm just kidding! Come on.” She pushes him to the couch.

They sit in silence for a moment.

“You're kinda closed-mouthed, aren't you?”

“I’m sorry. My life isn't that interesting.” Only if she knew… “Don't know what to say.”

“Does that make you sad or anxious?” Does it? He can’t decide. “I mean, I'm always anxious, thinking I'm not living my life to the fullest, taking advantage of every possibility, making sure I'm not wasting one second of the little time I have.”

He never thought about these things. They do make him anxious to think about.

“Yeah, I think about that.”

“Yeah?”

“You're really nice.”

“Ohh!”

Oh, no.

“I have to stop saying that.”

“I'm gonna marry you.”

What?

“I know it.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t mention that he’s already married.

“Oh, you should come up to that frozen river with me sometime. We’ll have a picnic.”

“That sounds scary.”

“Exactly! A night picnic. They are different.”

“Sounds good.” He sees the clock on the wall. Lena should be at home in an hour. “But I should go. Now.”

“You should stay.”

“No, I really... I'm... I...” He can’t find the words. “I have to get up so early.”

“I would like you to call me.” She takes his hand and starts to write her number. “Would you do that? I would like it.”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

***

He opens the door. Lena is making dinner.

He immediately goes to the phone.

“What took you so long?”

“I just walked in.”

“Mm-hmm. You miss me?”

“Yeah. Oddly enough, I do.” He admits.

“Oh! You said I do. I guess that means were married.”

He smiles a little. That’s a first. “I guess so.”

#kane annihilation #annihilation kane #annihilation #oscar isaac characters #onevolon fic #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac

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voidwritesstuff · 4 months

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Amos Kane Headcanons

->Amos Kane HCS. General/life pre! Tkc/post Tkc.

->I myself im not black, I am latine. If I got anything wrong or if you have anything to add about Amos being black please tell me. Always Open to learn, just be polite!.

->Hcs for other tkc characters are Open,I dont write x reader but I Will happily make general hcs for any character.

->This post is so Long. Eat up yall. I Will make my own amos kane content HE DESERVES IT.

->reblogs are appreciated.

->moodboard made by me.

Bisexual, fight me/hj.

Got his love for Jazz from his mother (Clementine Kane), she listened to Jazz while she cooked and cleaned,and when Amos was old enough,she took him to his first jazz bar.

He was often times compared to his older brother by his family,not on purpose (sometimes though his father would compare him to julius who was a Straight A+ student) but it did make him harbor a slight resentment to his brother. He got over most of it when he was a little older.(key Word,most of it)

In highschool he was your average student,brilliant but he was fine with just having a C or a B.

Julius got all the dates,he wars the popular kid. (Look at him and tell me im wrong),Big nerd too but there was something about him. Amos was semi popular by proxy,however he kept to himself.

That did not stop the fact that he got his own little fan club (women and men alike) but he always found it a little weird.

Didnt date much in highschool, he was charming and a total Lady/Man Killer once he opened up though.

He decided to learn how to play the saxophone during his sophmore Year,his mom and dad were saving to Get him a tenor saxophone for his birthday.

Amos got to practice music in his highschool's band/music club and once he got a job he could afford classes.

I think their family was pretty middle class,so his parents were saving up for both of their kids college. Hence why Amos had to get a job.

His first job was a record store! And since he knew a lot about jazz and Music in general he got to Open the shop to more of an older demographic. Which brought in more costumeres

Both him and Julius grew up in the house of life as well, I think they lived in the 21st nome up to their early/mid 20s.

Another point of comparison for Julius and amos is that as we know,julius was better than amos in magic. Which just fed at the slight envy Amos had.

Amos still loves his brother very much,always did. But there has been a few times where his scorn has gotten the best of him,especially during fights between him n his brother.

But going back to his life outside the house of life...

Amos got a small appartment with his own money (..and magic) and he was the chillest neighborg you could ever Ask for. He had made sure the walls are insolated so he can play as loud as he can

Always took his trash out, always said hi when someone passed by. Chill ass dude.

He sometimes played on his balcony when he needed to get out his feelings and a lot of the neighborgs and passerbys would just sit and hear him play

The reason why Amos moved out,was becuase he needed to separate himself from his family and find who he was. Cheesy maybe but hes always been in his brothers,his family's, shadow.

Despite that,he did follow some rules of his family.

Always dressed the best he could, making sure he looks perfect (as Julius told Carter, being a black Man in the USA makes it so that you always have to act and look a certain way to not get in trouble/be considered at the same level ) . Was always polite (even if he had to swallow his anger), had to always speak perfectly (barely could use any AAVE, or slang).

It pissed him off, and rightfully so. Having to perform a way and whitewash himself just to be "accepted". However he only ever complained about this to his Friends,

And speaking of Friends,around them the Real Amos came out, hes hilarious and charming, incredibly kind and so very loving and protective.

Hes the designated driver most of the time, he is the one that his AFAB Friends have given him the rights to guard their drink (hes got a MEAN RBF AND WILL INTIMIDATE SOMEOME INTO RUNNING AWAY IF NEEDED)

Most alive on the dancefloor,mans can DANCE.

Has gone to an incredible ammount of gay bars, hes seen Julius in some of them and both have laughed it off. (I hc Julius as pansexual,theres nothing Straight in that whole bloodline)

He orders those fancy ass drinks, he loves them.

Those glasses he uses are actually sun glasses,helps Him with his light sensitivity (theres also nothing neurotypical in that whole bloodline either)

As stated in a previous hc in this list, he studied music. Balancing magician studies and uni PLUS WORK had Amos seriously seeing himself with grey hairs even before julius ever even thought about it.

Hes gotten a few pets in his life, a few cats,birds and dogs.

The first cat he ever got on his own was a little black cat he rescued from the streets on a stormy night when he was walking back from a late uni class.

He heard the cat meowling cuz it was cold and he grabbed the sweet kitten and put it underneath his suit jacket without previous thought.

He named the cat Amunet. (He knows its very egyptian of him,he finds It hilarious)

Amunet was his quality control with ppl,for some reason the cat was incredibly good at sniffing out ppl who werent the best company.

Iskandar took Amunet in when she got older and a lot more fragile, Amos was fine with it since he knew she would be in good hands.

And before I change subjects here lemme add this:

Amos always dresses in suits,that doesnt mean he doesnt have any normal clothes. He does,but he uses them indoors or when hes getting groceries.

One of his neighborgs knocked on his door to ask for something and they found Amos wearing a black shirt with a jazz bar's logo and some blue plaid pants.

That outfit had no bussiness fitting him that well and that neighborgs had to leave from how red they were.

I also hc he does his own hair, he uses bonnets And that hes got a whole routine for his hair.

Seeing amos in a bonnet is a treat

I also hc his "barrel chest" body comes from his father,Amos barely works out, and hes fine with being a little chubby. Adds to his charm.

During And after the events of TKC.

Amos loved ruby, they were really good Friends with eachother. And was devastated when she died.

Was fuming and furious when Iskandar forbid him from seeing his family.

He loves his niece and nephew with a passion,def was the cool uncle. He was so angry that he could see his family.

Partially the reason why he move back into the 21st nome. He felt like he needed to be close to his family somehow (I hc their parents died or retired somewhere before the events of the saga and left the 21st nome)

He sometimes would sneak to london to make sure sadie was okay, it pissed him off to see her being bullied or seeing her grandparents not take care of her hair (I want curly haired sadie)

He was devastated when the whole Julius-osiris thing happened. He blamed himself for not doing something more to stop Julius (even if there was nothing he could do)

Set's possesion fucked him up obviously,Set would taunt him with all the mistakes hes done in his life, his feelings of inediquacy or his own minor inferiority complex.

He obviously dealt with PTSD afterwards, he had vivid nightmares and would wake up crying and screaming. He couldnt even stand the color red or the deserts or any mention of magic for a good while.

He could barely eat and let alone shower or get out of bed. His hair was a GODDAMN MESS and sometimes Carter and sadie would help him out (he didnt like the kids doing that but theyre as stubborn as he is)

He couldnt do magic for a while,so he couldnt help in restoring his house.

He missed his family dearly after he went to heal to the first nome.

During book 2 he slowly rediscovered himself, he met a therapist that was part of the house of life and she gladly took him in as a patient.

He started making contact with Set during book 2, Henc why set looked the way he did in russia.

It started off as small things,practicing "chaos" magic. Set slowly appeared in his dreams, first he was an ass and then he...started to warm up to Amos.

Which means Set low key fell in love with Amos. Because have you seen him? (Dark mlm story do go brr)

Set and Amos fucked,Amos topped. Dont ask me, I just know it.

During book 3 he never in his life imagined himself as the chief lector. But he saw this oportunity as a way to make change.

He followed the path of set, and hes damn good at it. Set could never step out of line with him ever again, and it was the closure Amos needed.

Some of the qualities of set rubbed off on him, he started having a darker/more sarcastic sense of humor, has done some harmless pranks and his flirting game has improved,theres some smooth/dark suaveness about him now.

Hes bootycalled set at some point I think. Set doesnt speak of it and Amos finds it hilarious.

His nightmares arent as horrible as they used to be, he barely has them now. But on the off change he has them, he Will Walk around the first nome to clear his head, play his saxophone and go back to bed.

The kanes have big parties for the holidays, the whole family comes to these cookouts they hold (yes,even julius and ruby! )

During these cookouts the kids get to see their family loosen up, ruby,amos and Julius act like college kids around eachother. They share 1 braincell

Its a sight to behold. Truly.

Once,Julius and Amos got into a playfight (as siblings do) and both ended up In the pool,making Sadie and Carter both flabbergasted and with New blackmail material.

Ruby was laughing so hard, she also told the kids of the brothers misadventures. The never saw their dad and uncle the same way since then (un a good way)

More hcs that idk where to put them

When ppl ask how he got KHUFU he always gives everyone a different story just to fuck with them. But truth is that he doesnt know or remeber how he got them

Philips of Macedonia was actually Amunet's first toy. It was an alligator, so then when iskandar took the cat in,Amos started to toy with the idea of making him a shabti.

He is a flirty drunk, he also laughs a lot more.

As chief lector he doesnt get days off,but oh he does take them sometimes. He spends the time to reconnect with his college buddies, have some fun around brooklyn,that kinda thing

Teaches sadie how to take care of her hair,takes her to black salons in brooklynn.

Very good chef. Very good,better than julius (he holds it over his brothers head a lot)

Sometimes when Julius and Amos bicker,neither know if its bcs of them being siblings or bcs set and osiris are siblings. Or both.

He has gotten a parental attachment to Walt as well, both are happy w it but they dont know if theres not some god fuckery going around.

Hes terrified of spiders,so is Julius. Both Will either jump on things to avoid it or fireball it to oblivion. When asked about it both Will vehemently deny it.

He took a love for horror after he made his peace with set. He thinks its bcs of well, the whole shebang with set.

Was really close to fireball someone after that someone tried to touch his hair after he had freshly taken care of it. He maintains that it wasnt an exageration (And I support his desicion)

Knows spanish,dont ask how. He knows it

(This is me proyecting but im sure hes got a weakness for latine people. I myself im latine so!!!!!! I can say what I want on it!!!!!)

Hes amassed costumes from around the world, little tricks when cooking or dance moves or even little things like leaving his shoes at the door.

Hes the quiet chaotic type, as in he Will be plotting about all the little seeds of chaos he can plant for weeks on end. Theyre harmless, really.

Loooves spicy food. Its cannon that he couldnt help but laugh when Carter couldnt handle the spice.

Avoids the news like the plague, he does read the newspaper sometimes if hes really bored.

He also follows some music magazines and news channel.

Hes gone to some concerts and has taken Sadie and Carter to some (I hc sadie as a big Sleep Token fan)

He took Carter and sadie to the same jazz bar his mom took him

Played happy birthday on his saxophone for his niece/nephew's bday.

Doesnt want to have kids,and hes fine with it.

He had dumb petty fights with Julius when they were kids.

Their rooms were Next to eachother in the 21st nome. So imagine the Shenanigans

They did grow up in the 21st nome, it was their family's house after all. However they couldnt really invite non magicians over. They never brought anyone home

Ruby was the first ever outsider to set foot in there.

Clementine and the brothers father absolutely ADORED Ruby.

Uncle was the kids god-father. Always made sure the kids had everything they needed.

Bent over backwards for his nephew/niece. Always Will.

Big family Man, obviously

WHEW. WHAT A FUCKING RIDE IT WAS. Anyway enjoy.

#amos kane #tkc #rick riordan #the kane chronicles #tkc amos #tkc set #the kane chronicles amos #tkc headcannons #amos kane headcannons

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millllenniawrites · 3 years

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ruin the friendship (Kane x Reader)

summary: Kane told Lena he had to leave a day early for the Shimmer. Without so much as a kiss goodbye, he left behind a home he wasn’t likely to come back to. And drove to you.

words: 1.3k

warnings: this is smut!! 18+ folks; cheating; toxic relationship & toxic friendship; rough sex; afab reader/uses she&her pronouns; pet names (baby, honey); quickie;

a/n: I blame @tinygaydemonbby and @wasicskosgirl‘s comments about Kane entirely for this. I really like taking underdeveloped characters and seeing what I can pull out of them and there’s something so sweet but also a little dark about him and here you go internet

(also @vampirewithbedsidemanners helped me with the smut on this one so kudos to her)

Kane wasn’t sure where he was going. He barely saw the road as he drove, the steering wheel gripped so tight that the leather creaked under his grasp. All he saw was red.

Someone else’s hands on Lena’s body. In their bed. The faceless form in his mind’s eye was worse than anything he could imagine to be inside the Shimmer.

Not that anyone really knew what he was going to see the next day.

When he jerked the wheel to pull into your driveway, he paused before he turned off the car. Your silhouette was only just visible in the upstairs window, backlit. The morning was still dark, the sun only half risen.

He wasn’t necessarily surprised that his body took him to you. Even as he sat shaking in his seat, just seeing you calmed him. Steadied him. You’d always had that effect on him, something he had no control over. Again and again, he was grateful for it.

Your side profile was suddenly obscured as you pulled your shirt over your head and Kane quickly looked down at his hands in his lap. The engine was still running but it was white noise compared to the rush of protectiveness that flowed through him.

Anyone could see you in your window. He wondered if you knew. If you did it on purpose. Maybe you’d seen him and you were taunting him like you did in high school. Never directly, of course. You wouldn’t get in the way of him and his girlfriend, at the time. Or Lena, now.

Lena.

He gripped the steering wheel again.

Little did he know, you had seen him. No one else would have come screeching into your driveway at the ass crack of dawn. You pulled a cardigan on over your thin t-shirt before peaking out through your window that faced the street.

Kane was out of his car and marching up to your front door. He had a key, so it’s not like you needed to rush down to open the door for him, but it had been a while since you’d seen each other. He’d been prepping for his next mission, and you weren’t going to ask for more of his time than he could give you. Lena deserved that. The woman he married.

You had reached the top of the stairs when he slammed the door shut.

“She’s cheating.” Kane spat. He leaned back against the door, his white-knuckle grip on his hair threatening to yank out his perfect curls. No hello. No ‘how’ve you been’. Just rage, seeping off him and into your foyer.

“She—what?” Intertwining your fingers behind your back to keep from reaching for him, you slowly made your way down the stairs to him. “With who?”

Probably not the best question given the circumstances, but it got him to look at you. His wild eyes didn’t hold the sadness you were expecting. “I don’t know.” He finally said. “I don’t know how long… I don’t—” He shuddered, curling in on himself.

“Kane…” Stepping in front of him, you gently took his wrists in your hands. As you guided his hands out of his hair, you said slowly, “How do you know?”

The hope made you sick. The fact that you could find something good in all this while your best friend was in a kind of pain that wracked his body…

He leaned his forehead against your shoulder. Though he didn’t cry, something like a sob shook his body as you held him. “There was a shirt in our bathroom that wasn’t mine.”

“Maybe it was hers. Or a gift for you. Kane…”

“She looked guilty.”

“You asked her?”

“I told her I was leaving a day early.”

“Kane, go talk to your wife.”

“No.” The darkness in his tone made you freeze, not even daring to breathe. “This one— This mission… It’s bad. If I’m going to die, I’m not wasting—”

“You’re not dying on me, Kane.” You hugged him tighter, fingertips digging into the tops of his shoulders.

He turned his face into your neck. “I might. You know I might.”

“You won’t.” A hint of desperation clung to your words, though you tried to keep it locked away.

His stubble burned deliciously against your soft skin. Gasping breaths across your throat sent you stumbling out of his grip like you’d been burned, your shoulders colliding with the wall hard enough to shake the cheap art that hung down the hallway.

“Kane?” You whimpered, not sure what you were asking for. Fear of ruining the delicate balance of your friendship mixed with need in your gut.

“Please,” He stepped forward, his hand extended like a lifeline for you both. “I leave tomorrow.”

“Lena—“

“Doesn’t matter.” Kane finished for you. “She doesn’t matter. Please.”

Trembling, you took his hand.

He pulled you from the wall, lips crashing into yours. You tugged on his curls, pressing your body to his. Nothing was close enough. Not with your clothes in the way.

“I need you.” He whispered, his hands hovering at your waist.

The moment you said “yes,” he was moving. Stumbling backward together into the dark living room, he looped an arm around your waist, leaning forward to capture your lips in a needy kiss as he undid his pants with his free hand.

Pushing your shorts to the side and lining up, he pushed in deep. He’d take his time with you later, if you let him. There would be time enough to see what other pretty moans he could pull from your lips before he left for the Shimmer.

Kissing along your jaw, tasting your neck, he let the way your body formed to his and your hands tugging at his hair push him close to the edge.

His hungry lips found yours again, silencing your needy whimpers. Your nails digging into his back kept him going even as you shuddered beneath him. The ridges in the couch burned your back as you squirmed, but you barely noticed over the rush of having him inside you.

None of your dreams since you met him could have ever prepared you for this.

His fingers dug harder into your ass, pulling your hips up at an angle that had you gasping. He hissed as your nails dug into his back but didn’t slow.

“Be a good girl, honey. Cum.” He rasped in your ear, snaking his hand down between your bodies. His fingertips brushed over your clit and you arched up, coming undone beneath him.

“Kane…” you whimpered.

His eyes bore down into yours. He rocked his hips shallowly into you, every movement seeming to draw low groans from him. Tucking his face into your neck, he gave you both a moment to catch your breath.

You squirmed beneath him, like you were trying to distance yourself, and he pulled back. “You okay?”

“What about Lena--”

He kissed you, like he could make your words disappear with the simple gesture. “I’m leaving tomorrow. It doesn’t matter. Just kiss me. Please.”

You tangled your hand in his curls, bringing his lips back to yours.

The next morning, he was gone before you’d woken.

#kane #kane x reader #kane smut #annihilation #oscar isaac fic

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onevolon · 4 months

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nostalgia - part 3

Kane(Annihilation) x afab!reader

summary: Kane begins to remember something. (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind Fusion + soulmates)

word count: 900

warnings: The end! (I initially wanted to do more with this story but my adhd says no :( so this is it)

you can also read it on ao3

part2 - masterlist

“It's really solid this time of year.”

This could be dangerous. “Oh, I don't know.”

“Come on.”

She is very persistent.

“Oh. So beautiful.”

“Isn't it?”

She starts to run towards to the center of the frozen river.

What is she doing? “Uh, don't go too far.”

“Whoo! Oww! Ow!”

Aaand she fell. “Are you okay?”

“Ouch! Ohh! Oh, my ass!”

“I think I should go back.”

“Oh come on. Come on! Come here.”

He walks towards her reluctantly.

“What if it breaks?”

“What if? Do you really care right now?”

No. No, he doesn’t.

“Here, let me show you this one thing.”

She lies down.

“What are you doing?”

“Come on.”

He sits on the ice.

“Think I heard a crack.”

“It's not gonna crack or break or...It's so thick.” She says as she pulls him down to lie down too.

“So, show me which constellations you know.”

Does he know any? Did he use to?

“Um... Oh.I don't... know any.”

“Show me which ones you know.”

“Okay.” He hesitates for a second “Oh. Here's Osidius.”

“Where?”

“Right there. See? Sort of a swoop and a cross. Osidius the Emphatic.” He just really made that up.

“You're full of shit.” She giggles. It’s a really nice sound.

“Nope. Osidius is right there. Swoop and cross.” He insists for… fun?

“Shut the fuck up!” She cracks up.

***

“Hey…” He gently wakes her up.

“Hey.”

“Sorry to wake you, but we're... here.”

“Ahh. Can I come over to your house...to sleep? I'm so tired.”

He freezes for a second. Is Lena at home? No, she’s at work. Does he care what would Lena think of this? The answer doesn’t bother him as much as it should for some reason…

“Okay. Um, yeah. Sure.”

“Let me get my toothbrush.” She jumps out of the car.

He waits.

A knock on the car’s window makes him jump.

“Yes?

“Can I help you?” The man says.

What? “What do you mean?”

“Can I help you with something?”

“No.”

“What are you doing here?”

What is he on about? “I'm not really sure what you're asking me.”

“Oh.” The man deflates “Thanks.” The man walks away.

That was weird, he thinks.

“Vámonos, señor.” She announces her presences suddenly.

She’s really lively. It makes him warm inside somewhere deep.

“I-I had a really nice time last night.” He says hesitantly.

“Nice?”

Oh, that word again!

“Okay, I had the best fucking night of my entire fucking life.” Not knowing if it’s true… but he believes it.

She grins “That's better.”

She look at some documents on her lap.

“This is weird. To all patients of Dr. Howard Mierzwiak. My name is Mary Svevo. "We've met, but you don't remember me. I worked for a company you hired to have part of your memory erased. I have since decided that this is a horrible... In order to correct this, I'm sending everyone's files back to them.”

She puts the tape that came with the file.

Her voice rings through the speakers.

“I'm here to erase Kane”.

What? ”What is this?”

“I don't know.” She’s unsure of herself for the first time he notes.

“He's boring. Is that enough reason to erase someone? I've been thinking lately how I was before and how I am now, and it's like he changed me. I feel like I'm always pissy now. I don't like myself when I'm with him. I don't like myself anymore. I can't stand to even look at him. That pathetic, wimpy, apologetic smile. That sort of wounded puppy shit he does, you know? “

“What is this? What are you doing?”

“I… I'm not doing anything!”

“Are you screwing with me?”

“No!”

“You are screwing with me.”

“Kane, I'm not!”

“You clearly are.”

“Look, let's just take a minute and...”

“Get out.”

“Kan-“

“Out!”

She gets of the car.

Is this anger he feels?

***

“Hi. The door was open…“

She’s here. At his house. How…ah.

“Look what I found.” He points to the tape player that is currently playing his interview with the doctor. “I'm sorry I yelled at you.”

“It's okay.”

They look each other for a while.

“Kane, I really like you. I hate that I said mean things about you.”

“Let me turn this off, okay?”

“Hey, it's... it's only fair.”

“You want a drink or something?”

“Do you have any whiskey?”

The things he says in that record are… cruel.

“Hey. Sorry. I thought there was more.”

They both try to ignore the words but…

“I'm so sorry. I'm sorry about all this.”

“I think i'm gonna... go. I'm a little confused. I don't really think I can be here.” She says.

He can’t argue.

“Um... bye.”

“Bye.“

She walks out the door.

A moment later he decides to follow her.

“Wait.”

“What?”

“I don't know. Just wait. Just… wait.”

“What do you want, Kane?”

“I don't know. I want you to wait for... just a while.”

“Okay.”

“Really?”

“Look, I'm not a concept, Kane. I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. I'm not perfect. “

“…I can't see anything that I don't like about you.”

“But you will. You will. You know, you will think of things, and I'll get bored with you and feel trapped...because that's what happens with me.”

“Okay.” He wants this.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” He smiles.

“Okay.” She smiles too.

#onevolon fic #kane annihilation #annihilation kane #kane x reader #kane #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac fic #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac hernandez estrada #oscar isaac

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