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adventuringblind · 2 months

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Unfair Of You to Leave Me Behind

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Oscar's world comes crashing down on him in Vegas.

Warnings: Graphic injury descriptions, lashing out in anger, car crash, Lando's 2023 Vegas crash, grief, panic attacks, blood, pregnancy mentions, miscarriage, death

Notes: I'm back to make you cry again. Me and the requester who shall not be named were cackling while coming up with this idea.

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She kisses Oscar when they first wake up. The only way he ever wants to wake up is with her in his arms. Despite the fact that it's the afternoon Vegas sun shining through the window, he could care less.

She's racing today in place of Carlos, and he couldn't be prouder of her. He's devastated that Carlos got injured from that stupid grate, but his girl is driving a Ferrari. He's pretty sure the Spainard will understand.

Oscar laughs softly to himself, recalling the memory or how their 'rivalry' started.

~~~~~

"Carlos! Wait up!"

The Spainard slows his pace and waits for Oscar to catch up. "Hey man, it's not your fault, I didn't give you anywhere to go."

"I'm sorry too, didn't mean to be so... I don't know..."

"Seriously, mate, we all make mistakes on track." Carlos claps him on the back and gives him a reassuring smile. "Was that all? I, unfortunately, have to go he eaten by the media sharks."

Oscar laughs at the comparison. "Actually, I had an idea."

"Oh? Do tell?"

"I thought it might be fun to cause some chaos."

The two males find themselves huddled over Carlos' phone, crafting a petty tweet that will definitely get people's attention.

Thus was the start of their 'rivalry'.

She'd laughed so hard with Lando when they found out. The utter ridiculousness of Oscar being any kind of petty had them in tears.

"Oscar, if you weren't dating my sister for so long, I might believe you."

"Might?! I'm petty when I want to be!" He huffs and crosses his arms.

"Petty? My love, you are the king of unbothered. This thing with Carlos is cute, though!" He pouts in disappointment but quickly forgets about it when her lips meet his. "I wouldn't have you any other way."

~~~~~

Oscar spends his morning (afternoon) complaining about the diet Kim has him on. It's completely unfair. They both sneak a cookie anyway. Giggling as they get away with their crime.

He walks her to the Ferrari garage and drops her off with Charles. He doesn't want to let go; the goodbye kiss is longer than neccecary, and Charles makes a fake gagging sound.

"Shut up, Charlie. Like you don't make out with Max." She waves off Charles indecent noises.

"I'd rather not watch baby Norris get it on. Not when I have to face Lando sooner or later."

Oscar shrugs. "What a way to celebrate his birthday, no?"

"We'd be having a funeral for him if that ever happens." Charles watches them with fondness, leaving each other's embrace for the last time.

Lando teases up until they are forced to separate and head to the grid. A plethora of jokes about Oscar with his sister in Vegas are had. To the point where Oscar manages approximately one indecent joke and Lando shuts up.

"That's my sister, mate."

"And she's my wife, your point?"

~~~~~

Oscar stands nervously at the edge of the water. Daniel and Max keep reassuring him it'll be fine. However, he wouldn't put it past those two to push each other into the water while officiating.

Logan stands beside him. He smiles happily and nods to where she is walking down the beach.

Oscar may be unfazed by most things, but he is only so strong. She looks ethereal walking down the Australian beach in white, flowers decorating her hair.

Lando is the one walking her down the aisle on her request. Both her sisters trail behind her.

It's just their immediate family and a few close friends. It's intimate and small, just the way they wanted it.

Daniel does end up pushing Max into the water. Oscar is to wrapped up in his new bride to notice, let alone care.

His entire world came together that day. Oscar could lose everything but still have her and live the rest of his life a perfectly content man.

~~~~~

The faster her drives, the sooner he can get of this car and go check on Lando. The crash looked awful; like the car just slipped out from underneath him. It's making him more nervous than he would like.

His lover can't be fairing much better, that's her brother. The last thing she needs right now is to be distracted. Which he most definitely is not.

Oscar drives because he can't wait to see her after, to tell her how proud he is. Maybe he'll worship her tonight if she'll let him. If she isn't too exhausted-

The world moves in slow motion. She was ahead of him after his last pit stop. She was running in sixth, he's seventh but they both are lapping cars at this point.

The red Ferrari and the blue of the Williams collide. Oscar is barely able to dodge the debrief flying everywhere.

For a brief second, her car is over his. He wants to reach out to her; grab her and tell her it'll be okay.

Then she's gone.

Oscar hears his engineer talking to him, but he only has one thing on his mind. He stops the car, pulls of the belts off and bolts in her direction. Except it's worse than he imagined. The sight we he turns around is brutal.

The Ferrari is in pieces. The entire front is wrapped around the pieces of wire barrier it took out. The fence is decimated and the car itself is smoking.

Oscar puts himself to work. He can see her, clearly unresponsive. The marshals are talking to him. It's fuzzy, but he knows they are helping.

He tries to pull her out and has to choke back his tears while doing so. Metal rebar from the car sticks into her through her abdomen. Her head lolls to the side like it's been snapped.

Oscar pulls her helmet off instead. He makes eye contact, and shatter. She's trying to talk to him, but it's incomprehensible.

His body is half in the cockpit with her as they cut the car away. He's not being useful now, but they have to understand. This is his entire world bleeding out for everyone to see.

He cups her face tentatively, as gently as he can manage. "Please love, stay with me - please - you did so well, come on love - open your pretty eyes for me." He chokes on broken sobs. He rips his gloves off, longing for the feel of skin of skin. Forehead pressed against hers, he will her to stay awake.

The marshals try to pull her away, but he knows as soon as they do, she's going to start bleeding worse. He screams at them defensively, not sure why, he just needs everyone to leave them alone.

Logan is the one to pull him off with the help of a few others. Oscar whips around out of Logan's grip. "This is your fault!" He regrets the words when they leave his mouth. Logan looks sick, pale and clammy.

~~~~~

Logan sits next to Oscar after filming another video for Prema. He's never been the biggest fan of media, but Logan makes it more fun.

"You gonna ask her out today? Like I suggested a month ago?" Logan wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

Oscar shrugs. He'd been working up the nerve to ask her, but knowing who she's related to scares him a tad. She's out of his league by miles. "Not sure yet."

"Well, she's coming over here right now."

Oscar looks her way and has to fight the urge to cringe when they make eye contact. She is beaming at him. "Hello Oscar and Logan!"

"Hey! You got any plans for tonight?" Oscar reels when Logan sounds like he's going to ask instead. He'll say something like 'You snooze you lose, Piastri' after this encounter is over.

"Not that I know of."

"Great, Oscar doesn't either, He'll meet you tonight at six!"

"Will he be the one talking?"

Logan looks at Oscar and sighs when there is no response. "Hopefully."

"Okay then, I'll see you tonight, Oscar."

He does spin himself after she leaves and shoves Logan's shoulder. He mumbles some kind of thanks before crossing his arms and pouting like a child.

"Bet you she's the one."

And at the time, Oscar had laughed like it was a joke.

~~~~~

He only stops his seething at the distressed American when somebody pulls him away. He wants to push them off and run. He'll sprint to the hospital if he has too-

"Oscar, we're gonna get you there, okay?" Max and Daniel are escorting him off the track. They make no mention of the fact Oscar is converd in her blood.

Andrea tells him he can leave. Kim throws extra clothes at him and his phone. He can't look at it right now. The thought of dealing with any kind of media has him gagging as Max peels out of the parking lot.

He blocks out the drive. He tunes out the voices of Max and Daniel, trying to calm him. He'll be calm when he gets to her. Not a second before.

Oscar fights his way to her room. Determined to see physical evidence that she's okay.

Only, she's not moving.

The door to her room is wide open. Lando is sat curled next to Jon with his own medical equipment attached. His teammate is sobbing into his trainers chest, clutching his sisters limp hand.

Oscar takes tedious steps in. She looks so peaceful, entirely undisturbed. His knuckles run across the cold flesh of her cheek.

A doctor comes in, but he doesn't pay any attention. Not until the confirmation finds its way to his ears.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Both of your losses."

Oscar turns his attention to the doctor. "What do you mean both?" He snaps.

The kind looking woman looks disheartened. It makes Oscar's chest crack further. "She was pregnant. I'm so sorry."

~~~~~

"Osc, seriously, I'm not too worried about it." She wraps her arms around him from behind.

Oscar spins her around so he can see her eyes and peck her lips. "You could be pregnant."

"Or - hear me out - I could be stressed." She cups his face and stares at him with adoration. "I want to have a baby with you - I just - I don't want to get my hopes up, you know?"

"Whatever happens, we're in it together. Baby or stress, we'll figure it out."

She pulls him back to bed despite it almost being the afternoon. "If it's a girl, we should name her after one of our mums."

"And a boy?"

"Jack, after his daddy, the greatest man I've ever met."

~~~~~

Oscar collapses.

He shatters.

He screams until his lungs give out.

He holds her one last time.

He whispers his praise.

Then he watches her leave, taking everything with her.

His world is gone.

The funeral comes around far too fast. The last name on the grave includes his, the hyphenated one. It was her idea to conjoin the two. He wanted to match.

Charles had been around to tell him what actually happened. Both him and Carlos are devestated. The Spainard believes it should've been him.

The sketchy patch jobs over the grates had been quick. Carlos had been the first victim. Oscar's wife had been the second.

The grate hit the underside of the car and knocked it off the racing line. Right after she passed Logan. The American just happened to be close enough that it looked like they collided. He'd just been an innocent bystander in a brutal accident.

The FIA and Ferrari are pinning it on her. The statements made, despite the footage and data, are claiming it a driver error. It makes Oscar sick.

Oscar refuses to go anywhere near a track until the FIA own up to their actions. So does Lando, Max, Charles, Daniel, and Carlos.

They get everyone to take a stand. Soon enough, there are no drivers to put on a show.

The FIA has nothing. They took everything away from Oscar, so he did it right back.

~~~~~

A year goes by too quickly. He feels like it was yesterday that she was kissing him goodluck. Now she's a Ferrari reserve, getting ready to test the car.

He's fretting over her like a mother hen, but he can't help it! He might actually cry prideful tears over how proud he is of her.

He always kisses her in case it's the last time.

~~~~~

Oscar kneels over her grave. Logan sits beside him, arranging flowers in the shape of a heart.

The Aussie had cried his apologies to his best friend as soon as he found out what happened.

He's been winning races left and right for a few years now. Lando and him have dominated. He's not got a title yet, but Lando does. Her brother has dedicated it to her. They are both winning for her. He wishes she was here to see it.

"You were right Lo, she was the one."

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monstersandmaw · 1 year

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Male sharkman x male reader (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Commission #3 in the list of 5! Thank you for trusting me with your prompt! I hope you like it! (For reference, this sharkman is built like King Shark, not a merman with a shark tail).

Contents: human male reader who’s bigger and taller than most, and who usually (and happily) takes care of his friends, meets a big ol’ sharkman on a tropical getaway, who’s big enough and tall enough to take care of him for a change. Some very light D/s undertones but nothing hardcore - just some manhandling and consensual dominance and praise from our big sharkman in the bedroom. Also featuring a sporty werewolf, a sexy werewolf, a cheeky naga, a cinnamon roll satyr, and a smol and shy fellow human, a tropical beach setting, and some mention of alcohol.

Wordcount: 4656

The sun sent red and black patterns dancing over your closed eyelids, and the heat of it on your exposed skin was truly glorious. In the background, the sea brushed against the white sand, barely a whisper to let you know she was still there; that you hadn’t floated away in this blissful paradise.

And to think you’d actually been a bit pissed off with Eric when he’d first said he was having his bachelor party on a tropical island, so far from home. That had been before you’d seen the expanse of silver sand, with those picture-perfect palm trees leaning down over it like curious explorers all inspecting a rare seashell. The water beyond was so clear it looked like a moving glass sculpture, with the sand undulating away beneath it out towards the distant coral reef studded with starfish and shells and a thousand tiny fish.

Someone yelled a warning and you twitched awake, but too late. A wet, cold beach ball landed on your stomach and bounced off into the sand beside you. With a put-upon sigh, you opened your eyes and peered over at where Eric and the others had been playing volleyball with a floaty, too-big beach ball.

It was still within easy reach, so you scooped it up and lobbed it back at them one-armed, and they cheered.

“Thanks big guy!” Fennel hollered at you, and the little flash of the blond satyr’s white tail blended almost perfectly with the pale, glittering water behind him.

“No worries,” you chuckled with genuine affection for your mad bunch of friends before letting your head loll back onto the towel beneath you. You heaved another sigh and stared up at the sky between the fingers of the palm leaves. Deep contentment settled around you, despite the rising racket they were making.

When the roughhousing started to get a bit too boisterous about twenty minutes later, you sat up with a scowl and watched as Alban wrapped his thick, white, marble tail around Eric and held him in place, keeping him from reaching the ball. Eric suddenly doubled over and gave in to the shift, black fur rippling down his spine, claws sprouting at his hands, and Alban released him with a crowing laugh to let him fall into the sand on his face, while Eric’s red swimming trunks ripped open as his werewolf form took over.

“Fuck’s sake,” you muttered fondly and headed over to keep the healthy play from getting too out of hand. They were in public after all.

It had been like this since university, when you’d shared a house with Eric, Alban, Fennel, Sebastián, and Matt in your very first year, and every year after. Between Eric and Sebastián at the full moon, Alban during moulting, and Fennel at change of coat season, you and Matt had put up with an awful lot as the only humans in the house.

Now, Matt was standing on the sand at a safe distance, watching as Eric leapt at Alban, flattening the naga’s human torso into the sand and expelling all the air from his lungs with an ‘oof’ that was audible even as you crossed to them. Fennel, however, had been knocked on his ass and looked a little winded, if otherwise unharmed. You didn’t even think the naga and werewolf had even noticed that he’d been caught up in the fray, which was nothing unusual with them when they started shoving and barging each other around. Sebastián was still up at the restaurant, thank the gods, otherwise he’d have shifted too, and you’d have had two overgrown puppies and a snake as thick and heavy as a felled oak tree to wrangle. Even for a human your size, that was asking a bit too much.

“Oi!” you yelled like a football coach, and to your pleasant surprise, both Alban and Eric looked up and froze, mid-tussle. “Knock it off. This is supposed to be a tropical paradise, and you’re not making it feel like that.” Ignoring them for the time being, you approached Fennel first and held out a hand to him. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, shaking sand out of his golden curls. His hair spilled around his chunky, ram’s horns and ears and joined up with the stripe of pale gold fur that went all along his spine from his shaggy, ovine lower half. “Not the first time I’ve been swept off my feet by a naga,” he grinned as you hauled him back on his hooves.

“Won’t be the last, handsome,” you snorted and looked around at the rest of the beach.

Luckily, there was hardly anyone else about. A spectacular-looking mermaid with a glittering, teal and cyan blue tail that flashed pink when she moved it had hauled herself out of the water and was watching your group of guys with a slender, white-blonde centaur curled up beside her, and you couldn’t tell at that distance if they were impressed or appalled by your friends’ behaviour.

In the water, an orca mer breached the surface with his family, his children shrieking and also crashing back down into the tiny waves with as much glee and abandon as Alban and Eric had displayed on land. Not far from them, the triangular fin of a great white shark cut through the water like a knife through silk.

You paused, wondering if you should alert the family, but then you saw the orca mother clock it and dip beneath the waves. No panic ensued, so you dismissed it as another merfolk, and turned back to your group just as Sebastián sashayed down from the boardwalk and surveyed the carnage on the sand with a raised eyebrow.

“I leave for ten minutes to buy you all drinks, and look what happens,” he said in his lilting, Spanish accent. “Honestly. Here,” he added, and held out the tray of assorted drinks. As you glanced at it, you saw that they were all either beer or cocktails, and with the sun as hot as it was, you rolled your eyes.

“Didn’t you get any water as well?” you asked.

He did have the grace to look a little chagrined, but he didn’t seem all that keen to make the trudge back along the boardwalk to the restaurant at the far end of the beach, so you sighed and grabbed your wallet from your bag. “Don’t worry. I’ll get it.”

“You’re the best,” Fennel said from behind you, his hands already cupped around a piña colada that was almost big enough to bathe in.

“Go slow, yeah?” you said with a shake of your head at him. “And try not to kill each other while I’m gone.”

“Whatever you say, big guy!” Fennel giggled. “Oh, and can you get us a litre of Coke while you’re there?”

“And, like, a whole bucket of those amazing fries!” Eric added, his wolf’s voice deep and gravelly but his words still clear enough around his mouthful of fangs.

“Yeah, yeah, you got it,” you sighed with a placating wave of your hand as you turned away.

“You’re the best!” Fennel beamed, followed immediately by a hiccup.

At this rate you were going to need more pitchers of water than you could carry in one go.

The rush of someone rising out of the water behind you down the beach drew your attention — perhaps Alban and Eric had started up again — but your eyebrows rose when you saw a being you’d never actually seen before in person sloshing through the shallows on powerful legs.

Sharkfolk were rare and solitary, once shunned by their merfolk cousins as ‘beast men’ in the same way minotaurs had once been treated as lesser by centaurs simply because they had the head and shoulders of an animal instead of a human. Luckily, things had come a long way since then, but the sharkfolk tended to keep to themselves all the same. This one had red and white swimming shorts on that said ‘coastguard’, and he waved cheerily at the orca family as he left the water and made his way up the beach towards you, also heading towards the boardwalk.

He paused as he drew level with you and he looked you up and down in a way that made you grateful that your own boardshorts were still dry and hanging loose around your hips. His eyes seemed completely black, and his storm-grey head melted seamlessly into a thick neck and broad shoulders to give him a hunched-over look that spoke of immense power. His arms were thickly muscled too, his torso bare and monumental, and criss-crossed here and there with scars. He was also about seven feet tall.

“Big guy?” he chuckled at you, and it took you a moment to catch on; he must have heard Fennel’s enthusiastic exclamation. Yes, you were pretty big — for a human — but not compared to a naga and a shifted werewolf.

“Eh, long story,” you smiled. “And you’re only a foot or so taller than me.”

“I am bigger though,” the sharkman said, flexing his shoulders just enough to make his point, and more than enough to make your mouth go dry.

His smile was all sharp teeth, which didn’t help either. His lips pulled back when he laughed again, the sound deep and rich, and you swallowed, hoping his sense of smell wasn’t as good out of the water as you knew it would be in.

“Titus,” he said by way of introduction as he extended his three-fingered, webbed hand to you. “You heading up to the hotel?”

“Yeah. These losers forgot that only drinking alcohol in the heat is a dumb-ass thing to do, so… someone has to take care of them.” You smiled with affectionate exasperation around the words and rolled your eyes.

Something about that softened his almost brash expression though, and he shrugged his huge, round shoulder. “Big guy who takes care of his friends. Something else we have in common.”

You looked away, cheeks flushing hot when you realised he was flirting with you. “I guess.” You offered him your name as the two of you set off up the sand again, and then asked, “You work here all year round, or are you just here for the tourist season?”

He scratched the back of his head, his sharp, black claws rasping over his sandpaper-rough skin. You loved the watercolour tideline where the dark grey along the top of his head and down his back blurred into the milky white of his pale chest and belly. It made you want to run your hands over it to see if he was sensitive.

You tripped and refocused your attention on his answer.

“Yeah, just here for the season. I tend to move around a lot, you know? Never stay in one place long. Too much of the world to see. They needed a lifeguard for the summer, so I took the job. It’s been easy so far.”

“Let’s hope it stays that way,” you said, and he shot you another sharp-toothed grin that sent all your blood south.

“I’ll drink to that. Let me buy you one?” You’d been about to refuse, thinking that at least one of the group should stay sober, when he added, “Something soft for now, but maybe I can share a beer with you when I finish work tonight?”

You weren’t used to people being so forward with you, and it made your tongue falter.

Titus misread your surprise as discomfort, and immediately backed off. “Unless I misjudged…? Wouldn’t be the first time a guy’s not been interested…”

“No, no,” you blurted. “No, it’s not that. I just wasn’t expecting… I mean… I’m not exactly used to guys like you… You know… being into guys like me.”

“‘Big guy’?” he asked with incisive intuition, and you nodded.

A slow, deadly smile spread across his face, lips pulling right back, and the image of him closing those powerful jaws around your shoulder blazed across your imagination; of him letting you feel the prick of each pointed tooth across your skin as he held you down in place beneath him and —

You swallowed.

“Well, it’s not every day I come across someone who’s so…” Titus began, and again, his black eyes raked the length of your body, taking in the shape of you in a way that should have made you self-conscious, but all it did was turn you on, “… exactly my type,” he finished. “Come on, or I’ll get too distracted by you to finish my shift.”

You bit your lip to keep the resulting grin contained, and walked with him along the boardwalk. He used his staff discount, and no small amount of natural charm and charisma, to get you a deal on the Coke and fries, plus another soft drink for you, and he carried two pitchers of iced water for you while you carried the rest, plus an extra pitcher, on a tray back to your friends.

“Thank you,” you murmured as you stepped off the boardwalk and back onto the hot sand.

“Pleasure,” he replied in a quiet, polite rumble and he set the pitchers down near your towel.

The sun had crept around while you’d been away, and the palm trees were now casting a shadow across half of it, so you set the tray down as if it were a picnic blanket and straightened to find him standing much closer than you’d expected.

“So will I see you at the bar tonight?” he asked, large head tilted slightly to the side.

“Yeah,” you croaked, swallowing thickly and nodding. “I’d like that.”

He surprised you then by reaching out and crooking his forefinger, gently lifting your chin a fraction with the knuckle. “Looking forward to it,” he said, and walked away down the beach, leaving you breathless and thrumming all over.

“What was that about?”

Matt’s wispy tenor beside you made you jump and you turned around to find him tucking into the fries and looking up at you with his big, innocent, blue eyes wide and curious.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him and smiled, feeling like the proverbial cat who’d at least been promised the canary. “Just a little something for myself… Make sure you share those with the others…”

“Just getting my turn in before the wolves descend,” Matt protested, but he stalked away towards the others all the same, and you watched him offer them around.

Titus was waiting for you at the bar that evening, wearing dark grey slacks and a form-fitting white shirt that showed off the hulking slope of his shoulders. You wondered vaguely if it had been tailored to include a slit for his sharp fin on the back, and when he turned slightly in conversation with the bartender, you saw that it had. Instead of looking ridiculous, it just looked… inviting; enticing, like it was just asking you to slide your fingertip along the jut of dark, exposed fin and tease the skin beneath the fabric…

He was perched on a tall, metal stool, leaning one elbow against the bar and chatting easily with the spiked lizardfolk working the bar, but when caught sight of you, he jutted his chin in a friendly summons, and you found yourself powerless to do anything but approach.

“Hey,” you said as you joined him, but he didn’t speak for a moment.

He let his jet black eyes roam the length of you again, and you wondered if you should have dressed smarter. When you blurted something about being there for Eric’s bachelor weekend and not having expected to need date clothes, he held up a finger and the words died on your tongue.

“You look perfect,” Titus said in a voice that should have been too quiet to carry above the music and the people, yet you caught every syllable as they shivered through you. “Come, sit,” he said, indicating the empty seat beside him. “Tell me all about yourself.”

To your surprise, it was easy to sit there and just talk to him.

He listened attentively, keeping his gaze locked on you, and although he had bought you both a drink, you almost forgot to sip from it, losing yourself in conversation. He touched you often, laughing and clapping you on the shoulder at a tale from your undergrad days, and when you told him how you usually ended up ‘designated driver’, and how no one believed quite how difficult it could be to wrangle two drunk werewolves and an inebriated naga into a taxi in the dead of winter, he leaned close and rested his three-fingered hand on your upper thigh. His weight pressed the back of your leg into the bar stool and the heel of his palm dug deliciously into the muscle of your quad, and your breath caught.

“You’re kind,” he said, stroking his thumb across the fabric of your trousers. “I hope your friends know that.”

Unexpectedly emotional, you shrugged and glanced down, breaking eye contact. “Yeah, they look out for me too,” you said, and you meant it. “I have to admit though, it’s nice to do something that’s… just for me.”

“You want to get out of here and go back to mine?” he asked, taking his hand off you and leaning back in his seat again.

The decision was in your hands, but you’d already made up your mind hours ago.

You nodded, and he smiled, all joy. “Come on.”

Your feet felt like they were floating as you followed him out of the bar and back out into the balmy evening. Pausing briefly outside, you breathed deeply and inhaled the salt air with a smile on your lips. When you opened your eyes, you found him watching you. He didn’t say anything, but you got the impression he was pleased to see you relax.

His cabin sat a short way from the main hotel, and was sparsely but nicely furnished, with a comfy couch in the living-kitchen area and big, picture windows that overlooked a seating area and the dark ocean beyond. He offered you a drink, but you both knew it was only a pretence. You shook your head and bit your lip, feeling your heartbeat quicken.

Silently, he led you through a door on your left into his bedroom, which had a large bed and white, gossamer curtains that framed a view of the sea. “Tonight is for you,” he said, leaning down over your shoulder from behind and purring in your ear. Your breath hitched again when his large hand landed at the small of your spine and he added, “Will you let me take care of you?”

Unable to form words for a moment, you just nodded.

“Good. Now, I can’t kiss you the way a human would, but I’m going to make sure you feel good, alright?”

“Uh-huh,” you managed.

Before he went any further, you clarified that you were comfortable going without a condom, since sharkfolk didn’t catch or transmit human diseases, and he nodded. That done, he turned you around and backed you slowly up against the closed bedroom door with just his advancing presence and a low, insistent growl. Given that most of your partners before that had been human, and smaller than you, the sensation was wonderfully foreign. Your body relaxed, your breath coming in fast, shallow gasps through open lips, and his growling grew louder, the sound filling the room like an idling engine.

“I can smell you,” he said, looming over you and nuzzling the tip of his nose against the soft, vulnerable side of your neck. “I can taste you,” he went on before nipping at your skin and letting his tongue lick a hot, wet stripe across your racing pulse.

You let out a weak ‘oh’ and tried to keep your knees from giving out.

Then his black eyes rolled back a little to show a delicate crescent moon of white in each, his lips peeled back off his teeth, and he slowly took the whole of your left shoulder joint and most of your neck in his mouth.

Under different circumstances, you might have been embarrassed by the high, broken wail that left you at the sensation of being pinned and held completely in place by someone so powerful, but in that moment, endorphins flooded through you and your awareness tunnelled down to just the prick of teeth through the fabric of your shirt and the massive hand that had closed around your right wrist.

“Fuck,” you hissed and he rumbled in pleasure at your reaction.

He ground his hips against you and you could feel how hard he was already. His tongue laved across your throat again, tasting you, and he drew back with a heavy exhale, eyes returning to that full, midnight black as he regarded you. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, ever since I saw you on the beach earlier,” he said. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you. Get on the bed for me.”

In no time at all, you had lain back, naked, and Titus was halfway out of his own clothes when he caught sight of you and swore softly, shaking his head.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he growled, resuming his efforts at undoing his fly. “I’m going to wreck you.”

Another little mewl escaped you and your cock ached to be touched, but he hadn’t said you could, so you just lay there with it leaking over your stomach.

“Good,” he said as he slid his trousers over his hips and you saw his cock.

Thick, hard, and huge, it was everything you wanted, and you let out a barely restrained, “Please…”

“All in good time,” he purred, smiling again in a way that was hardly more than just a baring of his teeth. It was a smile that promised pleasure with the pretence of danger, and it lit you up all over.

To your surprise though, Titus actually took his time enjoying your body, but the thrill of having him run his tongue along the length of your cock while carefully keeping all his teeth out of the way was almost enough to make you spill. You could feel the way your body was practically there already, your thighs and torso shaking with want, your hands scrabbling at the sheets beneath you each time he took you into his mouth and curled his strong tongue around your cock, your spine arching, your blood pounding, but it wasn’t quite enough. Titus grinned and reached for the bottle of lube in his nightstand.

After he’d teased your ass with his thumb for a while, being very careful of his claws around the sensitive ring of muscle, he knelt above you, lifted your right leg, and eased the tip of his huge cock inside you, inch by inch, until you were so full you could hardly draw breath.

“Oh fuck,” you hissed when he finally sank to the hilt inside you and went still.

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” he crooned, holding your hips in both of his three-fingered, claw-tipped hands. “You look so good like this for me. Gods, look at you, you’re so full. You’ve taken all of my cock…”

A garbled noise left your lips and you sobbed another ‘please’, which prompted him to draw almost all the way out again.

Slowly, attentively, he fucked you, moving with care until you were accustomed to the massive stretch of him, but before too long he began to pick up his pace, and each thrust grew a little stronger. Titus grabbed your hips and lifted you, drawing you closer so that he could fuck you deeper, and changing the angle so that each stroke caught you just-so, and you could no longer help the noises that left you in a constant stream of nonsense.

“Please, please… please…” you choked. Your cock was still untouched because he hadn’t said you could touch yourself, and it drooled all over your belly each time he thrust his hips.

He began to growl in an unending, uncontrollable strain that made your ears ring.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said, the movements getting faster and harder, and the rhythm a little unsteady. “Oh gods, you’re gonna make me come…”

He lowered your hips back down so that he could reach around your raised leg and wrap his huge hand around your cock while you held both legs up, fully exposing yourself to him. “Yes, good, like that,” he snarled and you offered him a dopey smile. “Just like that. You look so good for me. So good. You’re gonna make me come. I’m gonna come…”

He worked you hard and fast in time with his own movements, and in a few seconds, you came with a shout, your body clenching tight around his big cock.

Titus roared, and you opened your eyes again just in time to watch his black eyes roll back to reveal only the whites.

His lips peeled all the way back, showing his pale gums and that row of lethal teeth. Bellowing, he arched his back, pressed his hips flush to your body, and spilled inside you. He let go of your cock and grabbed your other hip, pulling you right down onto him as close as he could, and you yelled again at the beautiful oversensitivity of it as he came inside you.

When he finally finished, his eyes rolled back to normal, and he set you gently down onto the mattress again. Spent and drained of strength, your legs flopped listlessly, and he also stayed put for a minute longer as if he hadn’t expected his orgasm to be so intense. His cock still twitched from time to time inside you, and he bowed his head over you, breathing hard.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he grunted. “You ok?”

“Mmm,” you sighed, body lax and exhausted and aching in all the right ways.

Titus offered you an oddly shy smile and then carefully withdrew.

He cleaned you up with a tenderness that surprised you a little after his display of dominance and strength, but he seemed to enjoy the process almost as much as he had making the mess in the first place.

When he caught you looking up at him with an almost misty-eyed expression, he quirked his head. “What? I told you I was going to enjoy looking after you.” After a pause, he added, “I saw how you were with your friends. You’re always taking care of them, aren’t you?”

Too embarrassed to respond, you just shrugged and let him keep wiping the warm washcloth over your upper thighs and across your stomach in slow, soporific strokes that made your eyelids heavy and your spine turn to water.

“You deserve to be taken care of as well,” Titus rumbled, and then he lowered his blunt, shark’s muzzle to your inner thigh and gave you the closest approximation he could of a kiss. He nuzzled the sensitive skin there and around the crease of your hip, just teasing your balls with his tongue and then moving up over your belly in an act that was as much admiration as it was clean-up.

“You’re exquisite,” he said, and then he lay down facing you on his side, wash-cloth abandoned somewhere out of sight, and pulled you into his arms. “Come here. You want to stay the night?”

“Please,” you nodded as you rolled over, letting his huge arms encircle you as he tugged your back flush to his front and then reached down to pull the sheets up around you.

You'd honestly never fallen so quickly or so deeply asleep in your life.

Thanks for reading this story, and I hope you’ll consider reblogging it (as well as leaving a like) if you enjoyed it, since that will help others find it.

Take care, and I hope you have a lovely day/night wherever you are, and whenever you read this.

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mlm-writer · 8 months

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The Big Tober 2023

Ok so I got tired of Kinktober, so this year we are doing

The Big Tober™

- a mix of Kink/Whump/Flufftober. The regular rules apply and you can find character options here. Happy requesting!

Removed some since no one made any requests and I could use the free time.

Day 1 - Kinktober : Omegaverse last day of an omega’s heat and their alpha is TIRED (Omega!Dick Grayson x Alpha!Reader)

Day 2 - Flufftober: Love confession (Peter Parker x Gender Neutral Reader)

Day 3 - Whumptober: Inevitable death, we will die, let’s say the things we were always too afraid to say (John Kennex x Gender Neutral Reader)

Day 4 - Kinktober: Alienfucking (Garrus x MShep)

Day 5 - Flufftober: Falling asleep together (John Constantine x Gender Neutral Reader)

Day 9 - Whumptober: Coming out + being hated by a person you did not expect it from (Dorian Pavus x Male Reader)

Day 10 - Kinktober: Robotfucking (Peter Parker x Robot!Reader)

Day 11 - Flufftober : The 5 Love Languages (Peter Parker x GN!Reader)

Day 15 - Whumptober: Last words (Kandros x Reader)

Day 16 - Kinktober: Dacryphilia (Dick Grayson x Male Reader)

Day 17 - Flufftober: Love at first sight (John Constantine x male reader)

Day 19 - Kinktober: Praise kink (Merlin x Reader)

Day 21 - Whumptober : “I did what I had to do to protect those I love… I had no choice!” (Show!Geralt x GN!Reader)

Day 25 - Kinktober: Monsterfucking (John Constantine x reader with two dicks (king shark hybrid style))

Day 28 - Kinktober: Shrek x Deadpool

Day 31 - Whumptober: Folklore (Choi Soobin x GN!Reader)

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lostamongthestarz · 11 months

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John Constantine x trans!male reader because he's my favorite bisexual (canon)monsterlover

❗❗Female readers are on thin ice but don't fetishize my writing, I write these headcanons for my fellow trans men ❗❗

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Now let's get one thing straight- constantine does not care if you are human or non-human, that man dated king shark and ended it on good terms so you know damn well he gives no shits

This man also doesn't fall in love easily, but give him time and he'll warm up to you (hope you have the patience)

He wouldn't judge you if you came out to him as trans either (I headcanon him to be trans because like before I hit all my favorite characters with the trans+bi beam)

"Constantine I wanted to tell you I'm trans"

"Cool, me too"

I headcanon him to also be a huge fucking nerd, if your non-human then he's gonna want to know everything about you

You have diffrent magic then he does? Sit down your going to be explaining how it works and what it does to constantine for the next several hours

If your taller + able to carry him around? Do it, this man is a drinker so you'll most likely have to drag his ass away from the bar and into bed. If he tries to protest? Solution? Cuddle him- man melts. He'll grumble in small protest but after awhile he accepts his fate

Hope you can handle the smell of booze and cigarettes, you can practically hear his lungs and liver screaming

Constantine is touched starved, I dont make the rules. He acts like he hates affection around others but get this man alone and hes all over you. He doesn't even need to ask- your already at work pampering his face in kisses as you hold him close to you.

However with Constantine's job he will push you away, he's used to losing the people around him but if your a stubborn ass and hold up on your own then constantine slowly but surely opens up more and more.

When he's had a few to many drinks constantine is one of two ways- flirty or angry (that's canon)

Angry is just him trying to smash shit, again- make sure to keep all your belongings on the top shelf so he can't get to them and he'll eventually calm down

Flirty is him drunkenly saying shitty pickup lines towards you or if you try and carry him to bed he'd just go

"My boyfriend will get upset if he see this"

"Constantine- I am your boyfriend"

Don't let this man cook- at all. He nearly burnt down your kitchen one time

Overall, give Constantine the patience and effort and the relationship will go as smoothly as it can when its constantine

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Requests for constantine are open <3

As always m inbox is open <3

#x male reader #x trans male reader #john constantine #john constantine x reader #john Constantine x trans!male reader #x m!reader

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writeshite · 2 years

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Arthur Curry deserves more love, so in the spirit of that I have a request for him lol-

Male!Reader is an Atlantean with siren-like abilities, who mostly uses them to charm people into giving them pretty things. Reader gets hired to steal Arthur's Trident, but sees Arthur for the first time and is immediately "yes I want all of that". He steals the Trident anyway, but only so Arthur will chase him to a more secluded area, where Reader starts seducing him.

Arthur's somewhat baffled at first because that isn't where he thought this encounter was going (he was kinda expecting a brawl) but he rolls with it, realising he might have a thing for sexy thieves-

Siren's Song

Summary:

“That’s mine,” he simply states. “Let go, and you can swim away.” You chuckle, “Oh, I don’t think so; we’ve barely had any fun,” you say, “Let go.”

Pairings:

Arthur Curry x Male Reader

Tags:

Atlantean Reader | Reader Has Siren-Like Abilities | Thief Reader | Minor Flirting

Words: 1593

Author's Note:

It is my belief, that we as a society would benefit more from Arthur Curry fanfic.

Atlanteans swam by, eyes glazing over you as they would shadow; your silent whispers drifted through the waters; around you, they wove a bubble - shrouding you from the common fishfolk. A few people turned to follow your calm voice, hands held out ready to give, but you waved them away, leaving a few stunted in the currents. Others actively avoid you as well, instincts no doubt screaming of your unseen threat passing by - the crowds in Atlantis were dense, annoying for now, but later on, would serve an advantage. The palace guards were easy to sneak by, but the sharks that accompanied them nearly gave you away, heads swiveling when you snuck by.

Your garb of clothing shifted with the tide, light bouncing off to mimic the colors around you; a dark sash held the thieving accessories to your person as a hood lay over your head. No insignia, no allegiance.

Once inside the palace, your whispers became low hums, easier to maintain as they became background noise to the palace staff. A rhyme you’d heard the surface dwellers often sing to their children, it had the same effect, calming, lulling those around you into a state of indifference - with the high halls of the palace, it echoed. Still, entering the throne room, hidden behind others, you switched tactics. The throne room was brightly lit, with nowhere to hide; any sudden movements would break the spell, and your target - the royal trident stood out in its golden glory, you turned to survey the king, and your humming cut off momentarily.

The monarchy had never been of any interest to you, but you’d love to spark an interest in them now. The king sat on his throne, head, on one hand, legs spread as the other hand lay on the throne’s arm. The trident was set by him, leaning against the throne, as he listened to the merfolk who spoke before him. You swam carefully, strokes slow; the Xebel princess, Mera, was beside him; her gaze would drift ever so often, and you’d still, voice dropping low to conceal yourself further. The closer you got, the slower your movements became; you briefly turned to the top of the room, and a carving looked down at you; its features of it were hollow, big enough for you to squeeze through if you timed your exit right. While the founding of Atlantis looked wonderful, you’d admire it later - you stopped once in arm’s reach of the trident. The left of your sash held a chain of glass orbs, dark like squid ink; they were cold to the touch; you unlinked them, releasing each one carefully. Free, the ink inside began to change, the dark shade giving way to other colors; like a tilefish, it stood out, drawing attention, colors flashing rapidly before the glass broke—shards spinning through the current and color shrouding the room. You held your breath as the others in the room coughed, the ink slid off you, and you grabbed the trident; the king turned in time to see you, surprised he was, you winked and sped off.

You push off the roof outside, falling into the crowd; they part at the sight of the trident, you hear the palace doors slam open and a cry, your pursuers follow, but you throw more of your traps at them. Glass smashes into one of the guards, and he topples, knocking others and slowing them down, once past the city, you descend beneath the bridge, once past the gate to Atlantis, it’s a free ocean.

“Shame the king won’t see me off,” you jest to yourself. Perhaps too soon, as a voice calls out, you look back, and there he is; you grin. Though he doesn’t return the gesture, you find the chase entertaining. Some paces behind him are guards, the fish that accompany them swim faster, and you spiral around them when they pass you. They turn and swim back, you point the trident ahead, and they swim away, nothing happens, but they are careful not to risk it. The open ocean melds into a kelp forest; past that is the old shipwreck - your shipwreck - you move down. The bottom of the kelp forest is far easier to navigate, and having done so multiple times, it’s easier for you.

You strap the trident to your back and fish through your pockets, sharpened coral in your hands; you throw them, pulling them back by the string on the ends. They curve in an arc around you, causing the pursuers to back off; you allow an opening for the king, he takes it, and you grin. “My, my, persistent,” you remark.

He reaches out his hand; the trident comes to life; you feel the pull and grab it before it can fly back to him. It doesn’t stop moving, and you tut, “That’s cheating.”

“That’s mine,” he simply states. “Let go, and you can swim away.”

You chuckle, “Oh, I don’t think so; we’ve barely had any fun,” you say, “Let go.” He freezes, hand lowering hesitantly. Although temporary, you turn away; the forest gives way to the shipwreck.

The shipwreck is massive; in no man’s lands, no kingdom would claim it; the stories of curses and the wrath of Poseidon keep your hideout safe. Although you hope the king hasn’t had the time to learn of the ocean’s tales, it’d be a shame for this to end so soon.

Arthur’s hair is soaked in the weird shit that had burst in the palace; he hadn’t even known what was happening until Mera had yelled, “Intruder.”

He’d turned and seen the water part, a hooded face, and a wink; then, his trident was gone. The thief swam fast towards the top; he’d followed suit, the guards that hadn’t been affected by the distraction behind him. You’d dove into the crowd; trident held close; Arthur hesitated to summon it back to his side; with the people around you, he feared hurting them, so he resorted to waiting. The palace doors slam open, and more guards join, though it’s no use as you throw more glass at them, waters now decorated in color. Not even the bridge deters you - your indignity is impressive.

“Hey!”

You turn back to him, face now uncovered, and a broad smile on your face. Nothing seems to halt you; you use the trident to deter any fish that he commands. The open ocean doesn’t last long; the kelp forest that emerges is grand - stretching across miles, you swim unbothered by it. The weapon you use pushes him back; it grazes his cheek, almost drawing blood - Arthur is tired of the games, so he forgoes any hesitation; if the trident gets caught in the kelp, then so be it; he’ll still get it back. You are persistent in keeping it, though, “That’s cheating,” you tut.

Arthur tries not to roll his eyes, “That’s mine,” he pulls at it again, and you struggle to haul it back. “Let go, and you can swim away,” he offers.

When you speak again, it’s different. All at once, the water grows cold, and his mind goes numb, “Let go.” He doesn’t want to; he attempts to shake his head, but nothing happens, and his hand lowers slowly, following the order. “That’s it.” You coo, eyes shining like pearls in the ocean, “Let go.”

You turn away, and he watches. When the trance falls, his mind is adrift, and he shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. An enormous shipwreck greets him at the edge of the kelp forest; some look old, others new, but regardless of age, they sit on the ocean floor, alone, devoid of sea life. The golden glint of his trident fades into the torn hull of a ship. It’s massive, grey paint rusting, and metal peeling away - a laugh echoes, “Don’t be shy.”

The guards, having caught up, stop beside him; they hesitate, holding a hand to prevent him from going forward. “That’s Poseidon’s Wreck, sire,” one says. When Arthur just looks at him, he elaborates, “only the desperate swim these waters.”

“My trident —”

“ —May be lost; we should return; wait until a smuggler bargains back for it.”

Arthur scoffs, pushing the guard aside, “You can head back if you want; I’m not leaving without my trident.” And seeing the thief up close, he doesn’t say. He dives into the wreck; there’s a shift in the atmosphere; he can barely hear whatever the guards say to him; the water feels thick, and the current is still. The creaks are loud, bouncing off each other, and the laugh sounds again. It drags him in, pulling at his mind.

Your eyes shine in the darkness of the ship, colors swirling in them; you call out to him. The darkness swallows him, and he reaches out, not for the trident - his mind buzzes too much for that - his hand brushes against something, your hand, he thinks. The trident's glow is little but enough for him to see you; you hold one of his hands, your other hand brushing against his cheek. “Foolish king,” you say, “following me into the wreck.”

He blinks, and your face is closer, “Oh, you really are lost, aren’t you?”

He nods, then his hands are wrapped around something, his trident is familiar in his hands, “Wait….”

You’d turned around, but Arthur wasn’t ready to leave. “Sshh,” you place a finger on his lips, his eyes droop, he blinks, and he’s by the kelp forest again, the fading sound of your laughter around him.

End Note:

No thoughts, only Arthur. Stay Hydrated.

#arthur curry x male reader #arthur curry x reader #dceu imagine #shiterequests

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petitelepus · 11 months

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A free reign mtmte mermay bot x reader of your choice. I know you do fantastic work.

Minimus was a perfect servant, or that is how he wanted to think about himself. He would get up early, prepare himself, get ready, and rush to serve the royalty.

You were a shark princess, a member of the royal family and he was just one of your many little servants. What set him aside from others was his tremendous strength.

He could alone bring you your huge plate that consisted of wild fishes, caught by handy octopus Mers. That was his normal morning, bringing you your breakfast and taking care of your every want or need.

With due time, it became a rumor around the palace that you appeared to favor Minimus over other remora Mers.

Minimus would always say and correct that the rumors were false and that there was nothing between a servant like him and royalty like you.

One day, Minimus was preparing your after-bath dinner, but another servant came to him, looking fearful.

"M- Minimus...!" The Mer panted and the green little Mer looked at the other Mer in shock, "What, what is it?"

"It's the princess!"

"What about them? Are they alright?"

"She- She wants you!"

"Me?" Ah, he must have meant your dinner, "Ah, I see. I'll just get the fish prepared and-!"

"No!" The other servant shook their head, "She wants to see you now!"

"But isn't she-?" Minimus blinked as he realized why the other servant was so panicky. It was your bath time, a time when female remoras would help you bathe.

The male swallowed nervously and left his position to join you in the royal baths. Once there, Minimus noted that you were already done bathing and gone. You must have moved to your quarters.

So that is where Minimus headed.

There you were, relaxing. As soon as he made it, your head whipped around.

"Minimus." You turned to look at the Mer half your size and he bowed out of habit and because of his respect for you. "Milady."

He raised his head enough to look at you. yet he was still avoiding direct eye contact. "I heard you especially requested me?"

"I wouldn’t have called you if it wasn’t important." You stated and Minimus nodded as he bowed again, "Of course, milady."

A silence fell between you, only to be broken by your sighing. Minimus grew worried, "Milady, is everything alright?"

"No." You said as you sighed, "We had a meeting today."

Ah, the royal family meeting. You hated those, mainly because as the youngest member of your family, you had very little authority over the things that took place in the kingdom.

"Please, cheer up milady." The green Mer tried to cheer you up, but you sighed even louder.

"Let's be honest Minimus. I'm not the firstborn so I don't get anything but a fair title and place in the palace."

"That's not true, milady. You-!"

"Would be married off to someone to strengthen our kingdoms' union, but that honor is reserved for my older siblings."

Minimus frowned, knowing that what you said was true. You were the youngest out of 8, so it was highly unlikely that you would get much when the King would pass.

Like you said, you would have a title as a princess and you would have a home here in the palace where you would never have to work and you could live your life sweetly without worries your older siblings would have.

"Well...!" You finally smiled a little, "At least I get to do is to decide who I will marry."

"See, milady? Things aren't that bad in the end."

"Well, there is one problem." You groaned, "The Mer I have my eyes on is unaware of my feelings for him."

"Can I help you somehow?" He asked and you pouted as you turned to look at him.

"I like you Minimus." You blurted out without blinking an eye, "I like you enough to take you as my consort."

Minimus froze. He stared at you for a good moment before he felt his face starting to burn and turn red.

"M- Milady!" He stuttered in shock, "Please reconsider! I am nothing but a humble servant, a remora! I can't offer you the life you deserve!"

"You are my best and favorite servant. You know me better than anyone else." You pointed out, but then you became quiet as if you were deep in thought.

Minimus hoped that you were reconsidering, but then you looked at him again and grinned, "Is it a problem?"

"Huh?"

"Is me being a princess a problem for you?"

"No, milady, but-!"

"Then let's leave this place!" You suddenly shouted with a huge smile and Minimus blinked his red eyes, "Excuse me?!"

"Yeah! Let's go and form a new pod!" You smiled, showing off your razor sharp triangle-shaped teeth as you swam to the green Mer who was only half your size, and grasped his hands.

"Let's go on a journey and let me prove my love for you!" You were so excited and Minimus knew from experience that when you would get excited over something, you would get extremely stubborn also.

Finally, he sighed and nodded, "Very well, milady. I accept your proposal."

"Jay! We are going on an adventure!" You cheered happily and Minimus watched you swim around your suite in excitement. He doubted that you would actually leave the comfort of the castle...

Or so he thought, but there he was with you but the palace's doors, being sent off on a journey by your father, the king himself.

"Look after my daughter, Minimus. She can be a handful." The king nodded at him and the former servant and now your mate, nodded shakily, "Y- Yes, your highness."

"We will be alright Father!" You said happily and the huge shark king nodded as you grasped Minimus and bolted into the vast sea, hungry for adventures and eager to have your love with your new consort to bloom.

#cybertronianbunny #transformers mtmte #mtmte #transformers #minimus ambus #ultra Magnus #Reader #Merformers #AAAAAAAHHHHH #THIS TURNED OUT MORE LIKE MERMAID STORY #I AM SO SORRY #WHY DID I WATCH THAT LITTLE MERMAID TRAILER?????#PLease forgive me #I WAS ALSO THINKING ABOUT ONE PIECE

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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💚 my requests are always open 💜

you can find my writing:

in my tag

on my masterlist

my AO3

important things first:

🔞🔞🔞 minors DNI 🔞🔞🔞 you can request anonymously 💚 i don't write in order of when things are received, i do it based on inspiration. if i can't think of anything for something after a few months i'll delete it without explanation, sorry i have a prompt tag and if you use it let me know which prompt list you've asked for or let me know more than just the numbers! let me know gender specifics of "reader" if there is one (pronouns, genitals etc.) if you don't specify it'll be gender neutral or female please don't include images or gifs in your requests, they visually overwhelm me and make it difficult to tackle the prompt i mostly identify as cis/white/afab so keep this in mind if you request nb/trans/t4t/different races/male reader presenting etc. i will choke you if you don't reblog and like the thing you requested, be nice and supportive!

requests i accept:

i write mostly for the batman rogues! i will do multiple characters per post for headcanons but only for all general rogues, a specific dork squad (in my do writes!) or all iterations that i write for of a specific character e.g. ✅ can you write first dates with arkham!dork squad? ✅ what would all the riddlers do on a first date? ✅ how would the rogues handle a first date? (if you ask for all iterations of a specific character i'll either write for them all or pick several of them depending on the ask. if you want one specifically to be included just let me know)

characters i write for:

🦇 DC/BATMAN 🦇

for dcu/batman: btaa = batman the audio adventures, obd = one bad day, twojar = the war of jokes and riddles, bu = batman unburied, ss:ktjl = suicide squad: kill the justice league, general = my own generalised version iterations starred and highlighted in yellow are my favourites!!

Riddler (⭐arkham, dano, ⭐zero year, telltale, TWOJAR, gotham, BTAA, young justice, BU, BTAS, general)

Penguin (⭐farrell, BTAA, telltale, OBD, gotham, general)

Scarecrow (⭐arkham, ⭐BTAA, golden age, general)

Two Face (⭐arkham, BTAA, general)

Victor Zsasz (gotham, general)

Mad Hatter (arkham, gotham - NO INCEST, general)

Captain Boomerang (⭐ss:ktjl, general)

Poison Ivy (arkham, general)

Polkadot Man (suicide squad)

Harley Quinn (telltale, arkham, ss:ktjl, ⭐general)

Bane (arkham, telltale, OBD, ⭐general)

Harvester (bu)

Amanda Waller (ss:ktjl)

Mr. Freeze (arkham, gotham, general)

John Doe/Joker (telltale)

Butch Gilzean/Solomon Grundy (gotham)

King Shark (ss:ktjl, general)

Deadshot (ss:ktjl, general)

Killer Croc (arkham!origins, general)

Firefly (arkham, general)

Harvey Bullock (gotham)

Alfred Pennyworth (gotham, general)

Black Mask (arkham, general)

💚 Other Characters 💚

john hancock (fallout 4)

sturges (fallout 4)

edward deegan (fallout 4)

paladin danse (fallout 4)

nick valentine (fallout 4)

cooper howard/the ghoul (fallout tv show)

maximus (fallout tv show)

cecil stedman (invincible)

walter skinner (x-files)

arthur morgan (red dead redemption 2)

egon spengler (ghostbusters)

nick (left 4 dead 2)

i will write:

absolutely yucky disgusting smut of most kinds

most kinks including knife play, blood play, bondage, sub/dom, pain play, mommy/daddy, etc.

darker themes like cnc, dubcon, noncon, somnophilia, hypnotism, manipulation, gaslighting, guilting

angst, fluff, romance, friendships, hurt/comfort

jealousy, yandere, obsessive themes etc.

ships plus ships x reader also!

non-ship pairings of characters in my "will write" criteria

death, gore, extreme violence

blood, cum, spit and some piss

imagines, scenarios, full fics, short fics, headcanons

i won’t write:

underage characters (at all, in any scenario, including platonic)

vomit, shit or breast milk

real people

bestiality

pregnancy/pregnancy sex/having children/step-children

age play (daddy and mommy kink fine, dd/lg not for me!)

incest (even step-relations)

characters x monster/monster!reader (may do in commissions)

OCs or overly detailed reader specifications (may do in commissions)

AUs or crossovers (may do this in commissions)

extreme anal i.e. fisting/enemas/stretching (may do in commissions)

also i am anti-cancel culture! i'm not about to out you/report you/fuck with your privacy if you send me anything that i'm not sure about or uninterested in writing

and finally, no pressure at all but if you want to thank me i would greatly appreciate reblogs, comments, and maybe even a tip

#finnie shouts into the void

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sharkdream3421 · 2 years

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My Masterlist

King Shark X Reader - Shy Alike

King Shark X Reader - He ruined your friendship

King Shark Relationship headcanons (Harley Quinn Version)

Between Us - King Shark (Harley Quinn) X Reader

When it bleeds it pours - King Shark (Harley Quinn) X Reader

Ch'p X Reader - Living two lives

I want your heart - King Shark X Tanya Lamden

Splatoon

Life of an Inkling - Week 1

Life of an Inkling - Week 2

Life of an Inkling - Week 3

Life of an Inkling - Week 4

Life of an Inkling - Week 5

Life of an Inkling - Week 6

Life of an Inkling - Week 7

Life of an Inkling - Week 8

Life of an Inkling - Week 9

Life of an Inkling - Week 10

Life of an Inkling - Week 11

Life of an Inkling - Week 12

Life of an Inkling - Week 13

My Hero Academia

Gang Orca X Reader - Context

Nightmare on Hell Street - Gang Orca X Reader

I need a hero! - Gang Orca X Female Wereshark Reader

No Way Home - Gang Orca X Reader

Gang Orca (Baseball Headcanons)

Reminiscence - Mini Gang Orca fanfic

It’s their birthday headcanons (Izuku Midoriya, Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca)

You are attacked by a villain headcanons (Izuku Midoriya, Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca)

Your scared of them headcanons (Izuku Midoriya, Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca)

Relationship, and Proposal headcanons (Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca, Izuku Midoriya)

Casual Life and Relationship Headcanons (Gang Orca, Hound Dog)

You make them do references (Gang Orca, Fumikage Tokoyami, Izuku Midoriya)

Waking up in the Morning (Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca, Hound Dog)

Male Orca Reader Series!

Foundation Arc

Izuku Midoriya X Male Orca Reader - Ignored Inheritance

Toru Hagakure X Male Orca Reader - Mind over Manners (Part 1)

Toru Hagakure X Male Orca Reader - Mind over Manners (Part 2)

Izuku Midoriya X Male Orca Reader - Hidden Truths

Izuku Midoriya X Gang Orca X Male Orca Reader - Father VS Son

Keep your Promise - Gang Orca X Male Orca Reader (Last Part)

The Killer Arc

Chapter 1 Recalling the Past - The Killer (Male Orca Reader)

Chapter 2 A New Calling - The Killer (Male Orca Reader)

Chapter 3 Outsiders - The Killer (Male Orca Reader)

Chapter 4 A Bird’s 👁 view - The Killer (Male Orca Reader)

Chapter 5 Abandoned - The Killer (Male Orca Reader)

Chapter 6 (No plans for development as of right now)

Werewolves

Werewolf X Reader - Beauty and the Werewolf

Werewolf X OC - Because it's you

TMNT

TMNT Dogpound X Reader - Missed You

Mass Effect

Geth Prime X Reader - Wishes can never be fulfilled

Turian Snuggles - Male Turian X Human Female Reader

Different - Turian Ryder X Sara Ryder

Garrus Vakarian X Reader - Deadly Love Triangle

Dragon Age

The Next Step - Male Qunari OC X Human Female Reader

Original Universe Ideas

Anthro Shark X Reader - The Shark Guardian (Full Version)

The Encounter

Legend of Zelda

Prince Sidon X Reader - Blushing Mess

TOTK Ganondorf X Reader - Observant

Marvel

Rocket Raccoon X Reader - Apart

Overwatch

Eye of the Beholder - Ramattra X Omnic Reader

Lifebot - Ramattra X Lifeweaver X Reader

Skyrim

Male Vampire Lord X Reader - How you met each other

Situations in Fiction

Island Trouble (Situation #1)

Skeleton Knight in Another World

Skeleton Knight Arc X Reader - Behind the Mask

Collabs!

They try out VR headcanons (Izuku Midoriya, Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca, Selkie, Mezo Shoji, Ramattra)

Your on 🔥fire 🔥headcannons!!! (Izuku Midoriya, Fumikage Tokoyami, Gang Orca, Loken, Xenomorph)

Valentines Day Headcanons (Loken, Izuku Midoriya, Ramattra, Lylla Otter Telltale Version, Fumikage Tokoyami)

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thealtoduck · 3 years

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Hi I just wanted to ask if you are still doing request could you do part 2 of mera’s son dating Robin. We’re aqualad gets flustered because he keeps seeing the prince almost everywhere he goes and he’s just like “my prince” “o my prince” to the point were the reader just tells him to shut up

Dick Grayson x Male Reader

Kaldur’ahm x Male Reader (platonic)

Warnings: None

Summary: Kaldur dosen’t know how to deal with seeing you so much on the surface world.

(A/N: I don’t want to be that kind of person but since reader is only blood related to Mera he has no claim to the throne so he’s not a prince… but Aqualad can still be protective of his friend.)

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Kaldur had mixed feelings seeing you dating Robin, on one hand he was happy for the two of you since you seemed to really care about each other, on the other hand he was slightly worried for your safety on land because of all the villains and crime and your lack of knowledge of the surface world.

So Kaldur tried his best to help you stay out of trouble while on the surface, even though while he was doing this he was starting to sound more and more like a protective family member. To be completely honest it was slightly starting to get on your nerves.

It all became to much one day when you were visiting Mount Justice to meet up with Dick so you could take the zeta-tube to Gotham so you could help him patrol the city, you were just about to leave when Kaldur walked up to the two of you and asked trying to mask the concern in his voice ”Where are you going?”.

”Me and Robin are gonna go patroling” You answered. ”Are you sure that it will be safe? i don’t want to explain to your mother if anything happens to you” Kaldur asked. ”Of course it’s not 100% safe but we’ll be fine”. Kaldur stood there quiet trying to think of a reason for you not to go but was interrupted by an alarm going off informing the three of you that there was an emergency.

A screen of a newsfeed appeared showing a video of King Shark attacking a beach in Happy Harbor. Dick and Kaldur were the only ones from the team that was present the others were out so you quickly made up your mind that you were going to help them.

”Come on!” Robin yelled and you and him started running towards Robin’s motorbike. ”Wait!” Kaldur shouted after you making both of you stop and turn to him. ”Y/n, i think you should stay here” Kaldur stated seriously. ”What are you talking about Kaldur? Your down more than half your team, your gonna need all the help you can get” you said stubbornly.

”Y/n your a member of the atlantis royal family, i can’t let you go out there” Kaldur explained and then continued ”Your not a war-” ”Shut up!” You then interupted.

”I’m tired of you babying me. I HAVE gotten training for this kind of stuff, you just don’t know it because you’ve lived on the surface for two years. Kaldur, i get it, we’ve known each other for a long time and you might still see me as a small child but i’ve grown up and i’m ready for this and you will have to accept that” you ranted to him.

Kaldur let out a deep exhale and accepted defeat, he knew that you were right. ”Okay then let’s go” Kaldur said and the three of you entered battle with King Shark.

After the three of you had defeated King Shark, you went back to the cave. ”I’m sorry, for making you feel suffocated, i guess i’m just used to seeing you as that 12 year old boy from when before i became Aqualad” Kaldur apologized.

You went up to him and gave him a hug and said in his ear ”Don’t worry, sometimes i still see you as the 14 year old atlantean who had no idea he would become Aquaman’s sidekick” you admitted, you then went over to Dick so you could leave for Gotham to have your patrol/date.

#dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson x male!reader #dc x male reader #dc comics x male reader #x male reader headcanons #male reader headcanons #male reader fluff #x male!reader #x male reader #x male reader fluff #male reader #male reader insert #kaldur’ahm x male reader #kaldur x male reader #aqualad x male reader #young justice x male reader

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deafsignifcantother · 3 years

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masterlist

these all have a deaf s/o

tag "no dialogue" is for other peoples stories that i reblog which are not deaf s/o but can be read as so

♥ = over 500 notes

✯ = my favorites

slashers

brahms: watching the leaves fall with brahms heelshire | 900

brahms: brahms heelshire's new deaf caregiver | 600

billy lenz: billy lenz spending his first valentines day with his deaf girlfriend | 1k

billy lenz: billy lenz falling for his deaf victim | 600

billy lenz headcanons: billy lenz learning words in asl | 300

billy lenz: winning you a teddy bear | 300

✯ asa: how asa communicates with his deaf s/o | 600

asa headcanons: relationship headcanons with asa emory | 500

✯ asa: fruit fly | 1.4k

✯ asa: me and my husband | 1.9k

vincent: vincent sinclair making you teach him asl | 800

vincent: vincent sinclair deciding not to kill you because you are deaf | 900

bo headcanons: trying to communicate with bo | 500

✯ bo: my name is mud | 1k

bo: taking care of bo sinclair | 800

bo x male reader: wife | 1.5k

michael: michael myers admiring you from afar | 400

✯ michael: prompt: picnic | 900

art the clown: too many puppies | 1.2k

billy, asa, vincent, bo, brahms headcanons: hearing your voice for the first time

billy, brahms, michael x male s/o: first kiss with random slashers

♥ bo, vincent, brahms, michael, billy, asa headcanons: random slashers hearing you laugh so hard you wheeze

billy, asa, vincent, and bo headcanons: headcanons with random slashers and a deaf victim

asa: is that enough? (nsfw) | 4.3k

marvel

loki: loki meeting a deaf person for the first time | 1.4k

tom hiddleston: what it would be like working with tom hiddleston on set while being deaf | 1k

king shark: the mortician and the shark | 400

king shark: rescue mission | 700

king shark: precisely the same | 500

robert dubois: how much you mean to me | 600

joker: no one is to blame | 3.1k

joker: ifhy | 1.3k

labyrinth

♥ jareth: being stuck in a castle with jareth for eternity | 800

♥ jareth: what does it take | 1.3k

monsters

krampus: in the rain | 800

stranger things

eddie: evil woman | 2.1k

eddie: tutoring | 1.3k

eddie: too quiet to be without you | 1.3k

eddie: what it takes to be yours, too | 1.6k

eddie: scream bloody gore | 500

hazbin hotel

valentino: when he's more gentle (nsfw) | 2.5k

♥️✯ alastor: if music be the food of love | 2.1k

✯ alastor: new awlins library | 1.1k

♥ the v's: what they'd do when they see someone taking their s/o hearing aid

alastor: the newest guest | 1.7k

lucifer: the baby | 1.6k

alastor: stardom | 2.8k

#x deaf s/o #x deaf reader #no dialogue

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mlm-writer · 8 months

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How about a John Constantine x Male Monster Reader?

I feel like John would take really long trips for jobs, some where Reader couldn't go. So when John promised to be back in a week and he takes two, Reader gets antsy.

When he finally gets home, Reader is still coming down from the anxiety and hates that John doesn't have his (Reader's) scent on him. So Reader warms his cock in John for hours, while burying his face into John's neck. John getting frustrated that Reader won't just get on to fucking him, but after the frist- second hour, he becomes much more desperate for it. Reader only moves when he gets John agree to let Reader come with him on longer trips.

John was a bottom for king shark, you can't convince me otherwise

Thank you for your detailed plots! I hope you like it!

Bro John took that sharkshaft like a champ and we know it

#request filled

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sunflowerheartsandstarryskies · 3 years

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My Golden Curse - Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: Hello again, I may have stumbled upon the Pedro Pascal fandom and I can’t get out, and I saw someone posted that they wanted an imagine with Maxwell Lord and the reader in which one of them gets kidnapped and the other just goes ballistic, and I basically kept getting that idea stuck in my head, this was only supposed to be a drabble but oh well. This depiction of Maxwell Lord is closer to the DC Comics version of him and not the movie but it has Pascal’s Lord’s likeness, so it’s like a combination of the two.

Also, I have survived my finals and had taken a break from writing for a while but I’m back and I have some ideas for my Lucifer multi-chapter fic as well. I also have an idea for a John Wick fic but I have no idea if anyone wants to read that.

Warnings: Typical comic-book violence, cursing (like two curse words), blood mentioned, kidnapping, bruises and injuries (like ribs breaking, a concussion, and a few lacerations

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Maxwell Lord IV prided himself on presentation. Everything had to be pristine and everything, even the garbage can by his desk had to be impeccable, because his business and himself in general, are put out on display for the public. He is a figurehead and a showman, so when you came along to be his assistant and secretary he was at first apprehensive because you didn’t dress as provocatively as he may have like and you didn’t look as model-esque as his other secretaries in the past. You didn’t apply to Chimtech to be fucked by your boss, you were good at your job and you aspire to show off your skills.

However, time went on when you first started to work for Maxwell Lord and you did a phenomenal job, whenever he was in a meeting you would always make sure to listen and take notes of what he needed while he was in the meeting. Whenever he requested for you to fax an item you would’ve made sure to have done it five minutes prior. Maxwell had no idea how you could be so efficient at your job, but he damn well appreciates it even if he rarely ever mentions it to you.

It’s an odd relationship that you guys have worked yourself in, a friendly relationship it seems, but both of you are teetering on the edge of wanting more. There have been teasing nicknames, mostly from you, you had a plethora of nicknames that you would give him, ranging from “Sandy” to “Ken”, but “Golden boy” was your favorite.

You would never admit this to him or even to yourself but you actually liked his blonde locks. In certain lightings, when you look at him you swear he was Midas, covered in his own golden curse. It was breathtaking to watch him at some points, but you always try to cover up your flustered state.

You knew Maxwell well, some may say too well for a secretary, but you rarely saw the side of him that most of his competitors and fellow businessmen saw, and that was the merciless and ruthless side to his tactics on getting what he wanted. Everyone in the public eye saw him as just the “King of Infomercials” but there was a reason why and how he got that title in the first place. Who knew the infomercial world could be so cruel and hectic?

You were able to catch glimpses of Maxwell’s amazing abilities of persuasion and showmanship, he was able to get people to admit to what they want and get them to go out and seize, whether that was good or bad. There was a particular talent that you find out he has and it was his ability to drag out people’s hidden desires, there were times when the people he used this talent were a shock as the people around them when they admitted to what they really wanted.

He was a golden idol of his own creation; he had to be especially to the people around him. However, that golden facade can only keep him held up for so long when the people he handed gold to realize that it’s fool’s gold.

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It was earlier in the day, you just woke up and got dressed in your office attire with a cup of coffee in hand as you try to will yourself to get going. You looked up at your apartment’s clock and it was 7:00 am, you needed to get going if you were to make it to Chimtech in time.

As you stepped out of your apartment building you felt a gloved hand over your mouth and panic flooding your whole body, but before your body could even fully process a flight or fight response you felt a sharp pain in your neck and you passed out.

When you come to, your vision is blurred and you can’t understand where you are and your brain just has confusion filling your senses. Why can’t you process what is around you? What happened to you? After a couple of more seconds went by you felt a rope tightly woven around your wrists, and you comprehended that you were sitting on a floor. What happened to you?

“Ah, there’s the little doll’s eyes! I was wondering if you were beginning to ever wake up,” a voice filled your ears. You blinked furiously trying to get your eyes to focus and you found yourself face to face with a man, who was grinning at you like a shark finding the prey they smelled a mile away.

“I’m sure you understand why you’re here? I don’t need to monologue it to you, do I?” the man asks.

“Mr. Vince, right? You were in a meeting with my boss Maxwell Lord, a month ago, right?” you questioned him as the drug and weariness started to seep out of you, and you gained more awareness of your surroundings. The man, Mr. Vince was a part-owner of a tech company that Chimtech was interested in making an investment in, however from what you were aware of was that the true goal of the meetings with Vince and his company was to absorb it into Chimtech, forcing Vince and the other owners to give up their powers over to Maxwell Lord and the other board members of Chimtech.

“I see the drugs didn’t impair your memory, I assume you are aware that I am no longer a CEO? That I was tricked by your goddamned boss?! That he put me in a corner to give up my company over to him!” he screamed. He was half an inch from your face and you were terrified of this man, he was unhinged.

“What does this have to do with me, Mr.Vince?” you asked, forcing yourself to not push him over the edge.

“Ooooh this has everything to do with your boss, I remembered that you are his secretary, so you must know some secret of his, something I can leverage against him to make him give me my company back,” he said.

“Even if I have any sort of information to give you, the damage is already done, your company is done in, it’s already been processed into Chimtech, there is none of your company left.”

That was the wrong thing to say as you felt a kick to your stomach. You groaned and rolled onto your side, and before you could recover from that there was another swift kick that you felt go directly to your ribs.

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Minutes blended into hours of constant yelling from Vince to him pulling you off the ground to throwing you back down like you were a piece of litter to being his personal punching bag. It was all you could do to just protect yourself and persevere through the pain because you were just a secretary, you were never trained in self-defense, hell you never even did track in high school.

Through the pain, you felt complete distortion and a high pitch whining going through your head, and you finally realized it was a telephone- a landline. Where the hell did this guy get a landline in this beat-up place?

Then, you hear Vince say, “Oh you want to hear how (Y/N) is?” you hear footsteps coming towards you then cold plastic was pressed to your cheek then Vince continued loudly, “Well here she is, talk.”

“(Y/N)?” You heard Maxwell, your golden boy, say your name and all you can do was say his name back in a raspy voice.

“What did he do to you?” Maxwell asked.

Before you could say any more the phone was taken away from you and Vince’s voice filled your ears.

“Tick tock Maxwell, I want my money and you can get your fuck toy back.”

Then silence, a sickening silence filled the room which made you feel every ache and pain that has been put on your body has made itself known by increasing levels of agony. You didn’t even feel it in you to even try to correct Vince’s words about you. You just wanted to sleep and not wake up for a whole day, maybe if you laid perfectly still and just not move a muscle the pain would go away.

As you lay there you tearily open your eyes back up and you can hear the tinny sounds of the echoing footsteps of your captor pacing back and forth in the room you were held in. It was nauseating, and you were confused as you thought, When did you close your eyes? How long were you out?

Then you fell back into your head, and you felt like you were spiraling in your own mind mixed with dizziness and nausea. You just wanted this to end.

A male voice was shouting so close to you and you can feel the panic coming out of his voice, and you can tell it wasn’t Vince because why would he do that?

You felt yourself being lifted from the ground and all you could do was cough sporadically from the new movements on your injuries. It hurt, it hurt so bad.

“I know (Y/N), but you just need to keep going a little bit longer,” the same voice told you.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint where you heard that voice before but you thought it was your boss, Maxwell Lord, but it couldn’t be. That would be the last thought that went through your mind before you lost it to the void.

All you can see at first was just bright and it hurt so bad. When you turned your head you saw a flash of gold and your first thought was, ‘Maxwell’. When your eyes adjusted to the room around you it really was your boss, Maxwell Lord in the hospital with you. He was slumped down in a chair beside your bed and you saw there were roses in a vase on the table next to you.

“Gold-golden boy, hey,” you rasped out trying to wake him. You coughed and then groaned as you felt the lacerations and bandages around your torso.

You saw him stir in the chair and his eyes opened and landed on yours. “Hey boss,” you whispered cringing at your voice. Your hands clenched at the sheets around you as you saw him blink furiously and stood up fast. You flinched at the fast movement but he didn’t seem to notice, as he moved closer to you.

“I am sorry about what happened to you, I didn’t think that our clients would go so far as to do this to you. I can’t believe that bastard did all of this to you-”

“It’s okay, I mean it hurts like a bitch but you ended up finding me didn’t you? What happened to him anyway?” you cut him off.

“Ah well, I may have gotten violent with him before the law enforcement could get him,” he said twisting his hands around and that’s when you saw the scrapes on his knuckles.

“I don’t know if you were a white knight to me but you certainly are a golden devil for doing that,” you replied.

He huffed out a laugh at your reply and he opened his mouth to say something but got interrupted when a nurse arrived.

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After the nurse left, you found out you still have a concussion lingering still, three bruised ribs and lacerations across your whole torso and arms.

When he listened to the whole list of injuries that you had gotten in the three days that you were with Mr. Vince, he felt rage boil over him but he tried to keep calm as he remembered the battered state he left Vince in. At least he made him feel some of the pain that he made you go through, Maxwell was a very prideful man in how he acts so for him to act like that was completely out of character for him.

He must be looking worried because he noticed your furrowed brows and you glancing at him every so often.

“Did you want to say something?” he asked

“Well, I was gonna ask you a similar question because I think you were interrupted by the nurse. Also are you okay?”

Your question startled him and the mention of the interruption made him clear his throat and fidget with his suit to try to hide the blush that was threatening to come up to his face. Your inquisitive expression on your face was watching him.

“I’ve been thinking that if you would like to leave the company, I won’t force you to stay, especially with what happened this week,” he said.

Listening to him say this made you panic and as you tried to sit up, Maxwell came up to you quickly as he says, “What do you think you’re doing? You got to take it easy.”

As you are situated in your bed you went to reach for Maxwell’s hand as you say, “Why would I want to quit? I love my job and I love working with you even if at times I don’t seem like it. None of what happened to me was your fault, how could you have known that Vince would react to the merger the way that he did.”

Maxwell was startled by this, he never had anyone in his family nor his company is so willing to stay with him especially when they are given an out.

He bowed his head toward you and said, “If you keep saying things like that I might want to keep you by my side for a long time.”

You laughed as you replied, “If you let me I will, you are a weird but kind man-” you stopped yourself as a thought came to your head.

“How long have you been here? What about Chimtech?”

“Ah well if my secretary didn’t get kidnapped and injured I wouldn’t be here right now, but you made me worried and how can I do my best work without my best assistant around me?”

“Now you’re just flattering me”

“But it’s true”

“Hmmm if you say so, Sandy”

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Four days have gone by and you were finally released from the hospital to go back to your apartment. You tried to go back to work at Chimtech, but Maxwell found you were released and gave you the rest of the week off to recover. You would become the envy of the company at this rate with how well the boss has been treating you.

Now that you have been just lounging in your apartment watching TV movies, and eating takeout for meals it has given you time to properly understand what happened to you for the past two weeks.

The way your boss, Maxwell, has been treating you made you see a whole new side of him. At first, you thought of working for him as both a blessing and a curse. At first, it was hell on earth, you ran yourself ragged making sure everything was up to par with Maxwell’s standards but after the next three years working with the man you considered him a friend of sorts. Even though you always tried to make sure to never consider employers and colleagues be separate from your personal life but it’s hard to do that when all you have is your work life.

Ever since the kidnapping incident, Maxwell had visited you every day in the hospital he even gave you flowers on the last day of your hospital visit, it was a beautiful vase of sunflowers.

You didn’t realize how long you were sitting on your couch thinking about your boss when you heard a knock on your door. You looked at the clock near your tv and realized it was nearly midnight.

‘Who could come by to my apartment at this hour?’ you thought.

You got up carefully minding the bruises still littering your body, and you opened the door surprised to see Maxwell.

His hair was a bit disheveled and he didn’t have a suit jacket on showing off the suspenders he likes to wear. He looked quite cute seeing him like this.

“Come in, Mr. Lord. What brings you to my place this late at night?” you inquired.

He ran his hand through his hair as he entered your apartment and he turns to look at you as you closed the door.

He sighed as he said, “I don’t know how quite to put this without sounding terrible, but after what happened to you, I can’t stop thinking about you. You are the best woman-the best person I’ve known and for you to still want to work with me after everything that has happened.”

He looked like he was getting frustrated with himself, you were shocked because how could you have gotten the king of infomercials to be so frustrated with his own words?

You took a tentative step forward to him as you placed a hand on his arm.

“Sandy, what’s going on?”

He was silent for a moment before he looked into your eyes with a strong determination as he says, “You know more about me than my own mother does, and after all this time together I’ve grown to respect you more and more. When I saw you in that hospital I wanted to kill the bastard and send him to hell when I found you like that in the warehouse.”

“I-I don’t know what to say, Mr. Lord-”

“Call me Maxwell, none of your silly names, not boss, not my last name, just Maxwell”

You could tell he was earnest with this and sincere it took your breath away to see him like this. He was beautiful and it made your heart flutter when you realize what he might be trying to confess to you.

“Maxwell” you breathed out testing his name out. You said his name once before and that was when you had gotten kidnapped but now this is completely different, almost like a prayer. A prayer to this golden devil of yours.

He smiled when he heard you say his name and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I wish I could kiss all the scars away from your body so you never have to live with them again. I wish that I could be yours, fully and I want to be clear that I would never use you like I may have done to my secretaries in the past. I want to be yours, in any way you may want me.”

“Oh Maxwell, I think I might have to grant your wish this time,” you say blinking away tears that were threatening to spill as you were listening to his confession.

“(Y/N)” he whispered reverently.

He cradled your face with both hands as he studied your face to see any resistance than he gently placed his lips on yours.

You made a small gasp as you finally felt his lips on yours, you clutched onto his shirt as you pulled him closer to you. He tilted his head and pushed your chin up to meet in for a deeper kiss. It felt amazing and you felt loved.

When you parted you were chasing each other’s lips to crash back into each other as you kissed each other until you both need a break. Both of your lips were swollen and you looked at him with such love that when Maxwell saw, he almost wanted to take you then and there but he was mindful of how fragile this love could be.

Author’s Note: I might do a second part if people want it but whew this took a lot out of me, I hope you guys like it!

#maxwell lord x reader #pedro pascal x reader #Pedro Pascal #maxwell lord #imagines #x reader #wonder woman 1984 #max lord x reader

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One After Another (Cisco Ramon x Allen! Reader)

Chapter 1

Table of Contents

Part 1; Reader and Cisco meet their son from the future. Nora and their son admit to why they can’t go back to the future.

Request; Hi yes! Can I request a story? Or two long parts? Where the reader (Barry’s twin sister) and Cisco are married and reader is actually pregnant, and Nora shows up with a boy couple years older than her, and they reveal to be Barry and Iris’ daughter and the boy is reader and Cisco’s son, Dante? You don’t have to if you don’t want! Not forcing!

Tag list; None currently.

. . .

“Are you sure you dont want to know the gender?”

“I’m positive, Ralph,” You nod your head slowly, once, hands at your stomach and holding up your glass cup of (Favorite/Drink), “I mean, it’s not a big deal to me. We’ve already decided on names, Dante for a boy and Nora for a girl, simple,”

“But you guys could have a huge gender reveal party!” Ralph pleas, when Barry gets up to answer the door that was knocked on twice, “You could have party poppers, or have Joe dress up in a diaper!”

“I’ll kill you,” Joe threatens, and you snort, looking over your shoulder when two figures step into the living room, both darting their eyes around the living room as to scan each member of team Flash,

“I’m sorry,” Your brother rubs the back of his neck, brows pinched together as Cisco shifts in his spot beside you, arm along the back of the couch as his free hand held his wine glass- lucky, “Who are you guys?”

“I’m Nora,” The girl hesitates, hands wringing together, “Nora West-Allen,”

Before anyone can question on her last name, the boy next to her shifts, his eyes flicking to you, “I’m Dante,” You feel your chest tighten strangely, “Dante Henry Ramon,”

You feel Cisco cough on his wine, his hand behind you covering his mouth as he looks up at the young male, his brows pinched as his eyes then flicked to yours, “What?”

“I know this sounds super weird!” Nora tosses her hands in front of her, watching as her aunt and uncle stared at each other, before looking back up to her and Dante, “But we need your help,”

“I thought we were done with time traveling,” You sigh, tiredly, Cisco cocking his head in a “seriously?” motion, so you shrugged,

“What-what can we help you with?” Barry stammers, eyes narrowing slightly in thought,

“Dante and I were able to come to the past,” Nora explains, “Which is where we helped you destroy that satellite,”

“Wait, you’re a speedster?” Cisco points to Dante, your son forcing out a nervous laugh and a nod of his head,

“Great,” You murmur, so everyone looked to you, “I lose my speed and my son gains them,”

“Uh, you actually get your speed back after you give birth, Aunt Y/N,” Nora smiles, and watches as your lips pull upwards,

“Seriously?” You punch the air, free hand on your stomach, “Yes!”

“Okay,” Cisco shakes his head, standing up, “You’re telling me that the baby inside her right now,” He points to your bump, then raises his finger to Dante, “Is you?”

“Exactly,” Dante nods, “But I’m from 25 years in the future,”

“So you’re saying,” Barry runs a hand down his face, hand resting at his chin, “You’re my-our daughter,” He gestures to Iris, “And you’re my nephew?” Dante nods,

“I was named after both dads brother and Grandpa Henry,” He explains, looking to Nora, “Nora was named after Grandma Nora,”

“I see it as a win-win,” You grin, Cisco gesturing a hand out to you in disbelief,

“How are you so calm?”

“We’ve seen weirder things than this,” You remind, grasping the edge of the couch to stand, “Get me up, I can’t stand watching you drink wine while I’m stuck with (favorite/fruit) juice,”

“Why don’t we go to STAR Labs,” Iris speaks up, watching Cisco take your hand and raise you to your feet, allowing you to fully get a look at Dante, “We can figure all this out there, let you guys explain,”

. . .

“This is...”

“Weird,” Cisco finishes Barry’s sentence, looking to his brother in law who nods, both watching the two speedsters race around the speed lab, a mix of purple and yellow lightning blending with (favorite/color),

“Man I really miss my powers,” Your lips purse in a pout, hands curled under your stomach as your eyes easily kept up with the two speedsters,

“Can you really believe that’s our son up there?” Cisco murmurs, your eyes flicking to him, smiling at the grin on his face, “No matter how weird this is, it’s cool as hell,”

“I just can’t believe that we have a son,” You glance up to the running speedsters, “I was pretty sure Baby Ramon would be a girl,”

“Okay, we both know I was routing for a boy,” Cisco reminds, and you laugh, head tilting back with a grin.

“We need to be responsible with this,” Barry speaks up, your smile faltering as you look to him, “We need to find a way to send Dante and Nora back, and fast,”

“Yeah, I kind of agree,” Cisco purses his lips, “Even though this did ruin the “find out the gender at birth” scheme we were going for,”

Two figures speed to a stop behind you, your body turning to look to Nora and Dante both grinning at each other, them then looking to their parents in front of them,

“Okay guys,” Caitlin steps up, ordering the two to give her a hand, where she pierces their finger with a needle, “This is gonna link us up with your biometrics,”

“And these scrunchy things,” Cisco nods, moving in front of Dante to clasp the device around his wrist, “Is gonna analyze your connect with the Speed Force,”

Both teenagers nod as they both in sync look at their devices, grinning at each other before sprinting back around the speed lab,

“And what does it say?” Barry asks Caitlin, who types up the screen in front of her,

“A quick analysis of their DNAs show patterns that are familiar to all of you,”

“I knew it,” You nod, pursing your lips, “They’re our kids,”

“Well of course, Dante’s got my amazing hair,” Cisco twirls a lock of his hair, grinning when you shake your head.

“What about them being stuck here?” Barry continues, watching the quick interaction between his sister and best friend,

“Everything’s normal,” Cisco mutters, his own eyes on his screen as you move next to him, “They both have the speed force in their systems, they’re just... not going fast enough to open up the portal back to their timeline,”

Barry nods as his phone vibrates, glancing down with a short huff, “Damn, I was supposed to meet Singh at CCPD an hour ago,”

“Be safe,” You demand, your brother nodding before he speeds off, allowing you to look back up at the two speedsters, smiling lightly before looking back down to Cisco, his eyes looking up to meet yours before his hand presses to your bump, winking,

. . .

“I can’t believe I’m wearing the same tachyon enhancer my dad used to meet Supergirl for the first time,” Nora grins in excitement to her cousin next to her, who allowed Cisco to make adjustments to the same advice on his chest,

“I know, right?” Dante nods, gesturing to the device, “Mom had one too. But just the thought of them meeting Supergirl- cool as hell,”

“Alright,” Caitlin laughs, stepping back from Nora, “You’re both all set,”

“Did all these suits shrink?” The team looks up to Barry pulling at the bottom of his old Flash suit, your nose scrunching, “And why does it smell so bad?”

“Because it’s the one you used when you swam against King Shark, Uncle Barry,” Dante snickers, Barry nodding in realization,

“We should get going,” Barry presses his lips together as Dante and Nora frown to each other, Nora nodding in agreement, sadly,

“Then this is goodbye,” Dante says, clapping his gloved hands together as he glances to you, where you smile, softly, “It’s good to see you again, mom. I guess I’ll see you in a minute,”

“It was great meeting you,” You nod, “Even if it was six weeks too early,”

Dante laughs, glancing to Cisco, who holds up a pointed finger, “Answer this for me. Do I keep my long gorgeous locks even when I’m in my fifties?”

Dante holds up a finger to his lips, Cisco’s eyes widening in terror as he looks to his wife, where you laugh and snort against your hand, watching as Dante moved to the side of Barry Nora wasn’t at.

You wait, patiently, when the three speedsters rush off, looking over when Wally speeds up next to you, his hand at your arm, warningly, “Did they already leave?”

“Yeah, why? What’s up?” Iris asks, Wally shaking his head as he releases you,

“We have to stop them,”

Your eyes flick in alert to Cisco, flinching in alert to the explosion heard from behind the doors,

. . .

“Sorry I was too late,” Wally leans forward on his elbows, looking up to Nora on the labs bed, Dante and Barry both holding ice packs to their heads, “We got their Gideon to scan Nora and Dante’s blood samples,”

“Whatd she find?”

“Negative tachyons,” Wally sighs, your brows pinching as you glance to Cisco next to your chair,

“Negative tachyons?” Cisco questions, “So what, instead of speeding you up they slow you down?”

Wally nods, warily, Cisco frowning and huffing, “Well damn I was just joking, that’s a real thing?”

“Yeah. Ava and her team at the time bureau have encountered them before, but no one knows where they come from or how they’re generated.”

“Like Dark Matter for the space time continuum,” Barry nods,

“Exactly. They’re keeping Nora and Dante from entering the Speedforce,”

“Okay. I’ll work on this, you guys go help Ralph with the Gridlock crime scene,” Barry demands, ordering Dante and Nora to stay at the labs,

. . .

“We have to tell him,” Dante leans against Cisco’s desk as he watches Nora stare at the group photo of their family, his eyes staring down at the floor, “Uncle Barry at least deserves to know,”

“Nora,” Barry speaks up, so both Dante and Nora looked up at him, “What happens to me? In the future?”

Nora, Dante and Barry all stand in front of Gideon’s screen, the bright words, “FLASH VANISHES IN CRISIS,” shining in their faces,

“How long?” Barry orders, Nora tapping the screen so a new news article shined, saying, “25 YEARS LATER- FLASH STILL MISSING,”

Barry clenches his jaw, Dante clearing his throat, “You never come back,”

Barry glances back to look at him, then Nora, “How old were you when it happened?”

“I was born a few years before you vanished, I was at the age where I don’t have memories, but Dante, was,” Nora answers, shortly,

“Youre not stuck here, are you guys?” Barry realizes, Dante glancing down at his feet before looking up at his uncle,

. . .

“So you’re not stuck here,”

“No, we’re not,” Nora glances up to look at Iris, who sits in the seat in the corner of the West living room,

“So the reverse tachyons in your systems?”

Dante looks to Caitlin, “Were put there because of us,”

“Are you kidding?” Cisco asks, leaning on the couch beside Ralph, “Do you know how many credit card points I just blew just trying to get rid of those negative tachyons? I just bought a brand new spectral tachyeometer when I could’ve taken Y/N on our Fiji get away,”

“Why didn’t you guys tell us about this before?” Iris asks, “And why tell us when Y/Ns not here? She will be thrilled to know Dante gets to stay longer,”

“We can’t tell Y/N,” Barry instructs, Cisco looking up at him with pinched brows,

“And why not?”

Nora lifts her wrist to show the hologram of the same news letter from earlier, Cisco sitting up to read it more clearly,

“Barry never returns?” Cecile gasps, looking over to Cisco,

“Y/N doesn’t even know I disappear,” Barry explains, “And she can’t know. Not now,”

“And why not?” Cisco repeats, “You just want to throw it at her last minute as if we don’t know it’ll happen years in advance?”

“We don’t know what the news will do to her,” Barry reasons, gesturing to Dante, “She could go into early labor, complications can happen due to stress,”

“When uncle Barry does vanish later, mom falls into depression,” Dante tries, Cisco looking to him, “The realization of her losing not only Grandma Nora and Grandpa Henry, but uncle Barry disappearing, it takes a huge effect to her,”

“That’s why you came here,” Joe points to Nora, “To see your father,” Then Dante, “And your mothers brother before he vanished,”

“Well,” Iris stands up, Nora glancing up to her, “Looks like Dante and Nora will be able to train some more, after all,”

Dante and Nora look to grin at one another, Barry announcing to meet at STAR Labs in the next hour, “We’ll make an excuse as to why Dante and Nora are able to stay longer,”

. . .

“Babe? We’re home,”

You look up from the stove with pinched brows, stepping in the entrance of the kitchen so you see not only Cisco, but Dante,

“We?” You question, Dante pressing his lips together with a wave, “Were you not able to get him and Nora home?”

“Actually, yes,” Cisco nods, setting down his jacket, “But, Barry has decided to let them stay longer, train them more on their powers,”

“Will it not affect the future?” You ask, glancing up at Cisco when he moves up to you,

“Barry’s got it all under control,” Cisco nods, “Dont worry,”

“Okay,” You sigh, hands at his torso as you look to Dante, “Well. Welcome home I suppose. Why don’t you go get settled in the guest room, since, you know. Your bedroom is still a nursery,”

Your son laughs, nodding, “Yeah. Thanks mom,” You watch as he disappears down the hall, glancing up at your husband of three years,

“Mom,” You repeat, Cisco smiling as your eyes flash with warmth, “I’m never gonna get used to it,”

“Two more months,” Cisco reminds, hands slipping from your waist to your stomach, hands under your shirt, “And we get to meet baby Dante,”

You laugh, nodding, hands sliding around his neck to tangle in his hair, “I love you,”

“Mm, not as much as I do,” Your husband teases, leaning forward so his lips met yours, hand sliding to your back to pull you closer, so your stomach pressed to his,

You release a sigh against his mouth, smiling as you lean back, “C’mon, I made your favorite,”

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Doughnut of lies (Katakuri x reader)

Summary: So I couldn't help myself, Katakuri caught my attention. Bad thing is I'm not even there yet in the show but oh well. He is probably going to be OOC but I will do my best. He is younger, this story takes place a whole 20 years before the show. If there are any suggestions or anything let me know please! Hope you enjoy and this doesn't horribly suck.

The day had been going well, no problems with his mother or siblings, no trespassers, nothing. Making his way to his designated break room he grabbed hold of the door knob and sighed, pushing it open and securing it close behind him. Pulling off his scarf he turned to walk over to the couch when he stopped dead in his tracks at the empty basket and tea cups. His blood boiled and he grit his teeth, the veins in his forehead sticking out. Letting out a loud roar he went to throw open the door when something caught his eye. Walking over to the basket that had a few sprinkles and crumbs in it he saw a folded piece of paper with is name written on it. Crouching down he lifted it up and quickly flipped it open.

'Better hurry up and find me before I eat them all Kit-Kat!'

His murderous intent faded as he read over the last word, the childhood nickname that only one person had the honor of calling him making a smile come to his face. She was back, and up to her old tricks! Yanking up his scarf he dropped the note and ran from the mochi house in search of the female.

Laying back against the tree with one leg crossed over the other you let out a long sigh and took another bite of the strawberry glazed doughnut. Tapping your foot you hummed to yourself and looked out over the water. Swallowing the food in your mouth you went to take another bite when you were knocked to the ground, a strong arm wrapping around you and holding you from moving. While anyone else would be frozen with fear by the two sharp crimson eyes staring down at them you turned your face and gave a large smile at the alpha male. "Took you long enough."

"Welcome home." he said with a small grin.

Now back securely in his mochi house he relaxed, eating his doughnuts and drinking his tea with the company of his best friend. It had been almost two years since he had last seen her, since they had spent time together. Sure he had spoken to her over the den den a few times but that was only for a second. Only a quick 'I'm alive, I'm safe.' Nothing more, couldn't risk the government tapping their call. She hadn't changed much, her blond hair was longer, now coming down to her mid back. She wore a pair of tight fitting dark brown almost black suede pants that laced all the way up the side of her leg from ankle to thigh, giving the smallest glimpse of her skin. A thin long sleeved white tunic adorned her upper half with a loosened vest corset over top that matched her pants. No shoes adorned her feet, per usual, she had never cared for them. He did notice however that her toenails were painted a black color. Looking back up at her he grinned softly, she looked good, a little skinnier than when she had left but good.

Choosing to sit cross legged on the floor beside where Katakuri now laid you went on telling him about your adventure. "... then this huge sea king came out of no where, you should have seen it, had the face of a bear and the body of a shark... it was so cool." you told him with a smile.

Smiling he washed down his food with a drink of tea. "So did you find anything?" he asked and saw her smile fall a little.

"No, it was a dead end." you sighed, picking up your small piece of doughnut and popping it in your mouth. "I don't know Kata, just seems like every time I think I'm close it, every time I think I'm on some kind of trail it disappears.... starting to wonder if it's worth it..." you mumbled, looking down into your own tea.

Furrowing his brows the tiniest amount at the sadness in her voice he sat up and placed his finger under her chin, lifting her sapphire eyes to his red ones. "Don't give up, it's not you."

Swallowing hard at the intensity of his eyes, the warmth from his finger seeping into your skin you felt your heart hammer in your chest and quickly gave him a nod and smile. Needing some kind of distraction you raised your brows, "Oh yea, I got you something..." you told him.

Dropping his hand from her chin he grinned softly and watched as she leaned back to pull something from her pants pocket. Once she got whatever it was out he saw it looked to be a folded envelope. Taking it when she held it out for him he tilted his head and flipped open the flap before grabbing whatever was inside...black braided leather? Holding it up he saw it was a necklace, the cord as he thought, tightly braided black leather with a blackish stone hanging from it. Looking it over he saw dark purples and greens and even pinks shine off the raw crystal.

"It's a tourmaline crystal... they are said to offer protection to the wearer." you said, biting your lip when you started to become embarrassed the longer he stayed silent. Stupid, you knew you shouldn't have gotten it, you knew he wouldn't like it. Looking down you gave a small smile and rubbed the back of your head, trying to play off the whole thing, "If you don't like it just toss it in a drawer or something when you get home."

She had gotten him a gift, a necklace. Smiling he loosened the slip knot and moved to put it on. "I like it." he told her but saw her raise a brow in doubt. "I really do y/n, thank you." he said in a sincere voice and saw her give him that soft smile he loved. Going to put down the envelope he saw her reach for it and pull out a piece of paper. "What's that?" he asked.

"A recipe, thought you might let me borrow your kitchen one day." you answered.

"For?"

Smiling you looked up at him, "Maple. Bacon. Doughnuts." you told him and saw his eyes go wide, a childlike smile coming over his handsome face.

Standing quickly he grabbed her hand. "Let's go..."

Laughing you let him tug you along, "I'm not making them now... you just had doughnuts..."

"But not those."

"Fine..." you sighed with a giggle. "But you will have to take blame for me missing lunch with Bru."

"Deal." he told her firmly. "Ride?" he asked and saw her nod. Holding out his hand he saw her jump into the air, her body shrinking down to her smallest size of only six inches mid air and landing in the palm of his hand. He couldn't help but grin at her tiny 'fairy' form as he called it. Lifting his hand up he felt her perch on his shoulder, her hand holding onto his scarf as he pulled it up over his face. Making sure she was situated and safely on him he opened the door and headed to grab the things she needed to make his special doughnuts.

.................................

It came as no surprise to either of you when Big mom wanted to have a tea party to celebrate your return, the woman loving any excuse to throw one of her favorite events. Walking into the grand room with Katakuri beside you you casually talked about this and that when you tensed at your name being called by the emperor herself.

"MAMAMAMA! There she is! Welcome back Y/n!"

Grinning you made your way over to her with Kata right by your side. "Hello mama, it is good to be back." you told her kindly, giving a polite bow of our head.

"HAAAHAHAHA! That I am sure of!" she said before trailing off and going back to stuffing her face.

As soon as you went to turn around to speak to Katakuri you let out a 'ooff' as you were tackled to the ground. Looking up you saw the little faces of the twins smiling down at you.

"Y/n!!" they yelled in unison.

"Hey there gilrs... look at you both, you are getting so big. Say either of you want to go dunk you big brother later?" you smiled and heard the nine years old laugh.

"Alright you two, get off of her." He said and saw them quickly do as he said. Holding out his hand he helped her up off the floor.

Dusting off your clothes you smiled up at him, "And you wondered why I chose to go big?" you smiled.

Chuckling he nodded, while he preferred her natural size of around five feet he had to admit her devil fruit power came in handy around his family. She was no where near as tall as his own sixteen and a half feet, at her biggest, her ten foot stature did keep her from getting squished. Looking down at her softly he closed his eyes and let out a sigh when he sensed who was coming their way.

"Well if it isn't the wild y/n." Oven chuckled deeply, throwing his massive arm over the female's shoulders.

"Thought you had forgotten about all of us." Daifuku added in, adding his arm on top of his brother's.

Raising your brows you looked from one male to the other, "Forget you two assholes? Never." you grinned.

Chuckling at the small woman's words he looked to his older triplet and saw his eyes holding a small glare. Understanding perfectly he removed his arm, giving Daifuku's arm a small tap in warning.

Raising his chin when his brothers stopped touching y/n he glanced down at her and placed his hand on her back. "Come on, let's go sit down."

Nodding you gave both men a kind grin, "See you both later."

You had sat with Katakuri and Brulee for the tea party, your two favorite out of all the Charlotee children. It wasn't long however until one of the youngest children started easing her way closer and closer to you. Grinning you peaked around Katakuri, who's chair she was hiding behind. "Well hello there." you said softly causing both Katakuri and Brulee to look towards the little girl.

"Joconde what are you doing?" he asked, looking down at his three year old sister. When she pointed towards y/n and tilted her head he understood. "That's y/n, she is a family friend."

"Joconde huh? When I left you were only just starting to walk." you smiled softly. When the girl still looked hesitant of you you looked over her dress, "I like your dress, it's pretty." Seeing the girl smile this time you grinned.

Watching y/n play with his little sister he couldn't help the warm feeling that grew in his chest. She had always been good with children, so good in fact one would think she was an omega. In no time at all Joconde had climbed up into y/n's lap and started playing with the female's hair while they went back to talking.

As the night drew on you felt the toddler fall asleep on you and grinned when Katakuri tilted his head. Standing you held her to you and looked down to Brulee. "Lunch tomorrow?" you asked.

"Promise not to ditch me again." she grinned.

"I told you it was his fault not mine, he took me hostage and made me cook doughnuts." you giggled.

"I did sister, I apologize." he said.

"It's alright, yes tomorrow is fine. Girls only though." she said.

Nodding you told her goodnight and followed Katakuri out of the room and to what you guessed to be Wafer's room. Laying the little girl in bed you pulled the covers over her and then left her to sleep.

Walking her to her usual room he kept his pace slow, enjoying her company. For the two years she had been gone he hadn't had anyone to really talk to. He loved his siblings and Brulee was always there for him but y/n was different, she always had been. Getting to her room he sighed. "I am happy you are home y/n, I missed you."

Happy for the dimly lit halls to hide your blush you smiled up at him. "I missed you too Kit-Kat."

Bringing his hand up to the necklace under his scarf he grinned, "Thank you for this... and the doughnuts. They are definitely my new favorite flavor."

Humming you nodded. "I'm glad you liked them, both of them."

Looking to her lips he cleared his throat. "Well I will see you tomorrow. Goodnight."

Nodding you tried to hide you disappointment with a grin, "Yea, Goodnight." you told him and watched him walk back down the hallway. Opening the door to your old room you looked inside to see not much had changed, not that you ever had much anyway. Still that massive bed was calling your name. Letting you body shrink back down to normal you went to take a much needed shower before calling it a night.

...............................

Sitting in Brulee's home you ate your second bowl of stew as the two of you caught up. Telling her about everything that had happened in your travels you saw her smile when you mentioned the necklace you had gotten her older brother.

"He missed you terribly you know, I swear when you aren't here he becomes even more serious and grumpier than usual." she said making the woman in front of her chuckle.

"I missed him too Bru... and you of course." you quickly added.

Humming she looked across the table and bit the inside of her lip. "Y/n I really think you should just tell him the truth..." she started but saw her shake her head.

"You know I can't do that Bru." you said quietly.

"But why, I know he feels the same way..."

"And what if he doesn't, what if he just thinks we are really good friends? If I tell him the truth it will change everything... I ... even if I told him what I was it wouldn't mean anything and you know it... I have nothing to offer him, I can't give him what he deserves." you sighed, feeling your heart sink.

Looking down Brulee furrowed her brows and look back across at the omega, "You don't know that for sure, just because that self proclaimed medic told you that when we were children doesn't mean it is true, you could have healed perfectly and..."

"And if I didn't, if it was true then I would be taking away one of his dreams, I can't do that Bru... I won't." you told her firmly.

"Alright I won't push the subject anymore." she sighed. Thinking of something she snapped her eyes back up "WAIT! How come Katakuri got a gift and I didn't?!"

Smiling you reached into your pocket and pulled out the bracelet you had gotten your friend. "Did you honestly think I would forget you?" you giggled.

Clapping her hands she looked over the beautiful bracelet and smiled, "Oh it's so pretty. Thank you!"

.........................

Being home was nice, being able to see Katakuri everyday was even nicer. Walking down the street with him you both walked in a comfortable silence. All day you had been helping him with his job, just enjoying each other's company.

Glancing down at her he blinked slowly and then swallowed hard. "What are you doing about dinner tonight?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

Looking up at him you shrugged. "I don't know, was thinking about just hitting up one of the cafe's." you told him.

Reaching up to rub the back of his head he took a needed breath, "We could cook something... back at my house."

Smiling you nodded, "Okay, sounds good. What do you want to make?" you asked him.

"Anything you want." he said in a deep voice.

Quickly grabbing what you needed you headed back to Kata's mansion. Setting everything out on the counter you grabbed a pan, pot and all the other things you needed to make fresh pizza. Seeing the man of the house come walking in with his scarf and vest now gone you figured he had dismissed all of the staff that normally helped keep up his home and cater to his every need.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked, coming up beside her.

Not many people... well probably just you and Brulee knew that the great Katakuri, the man that was feared by all, enjoyed cooking. Smiling you bit your lip, "Would you like to make the dough or the sauce?" you asked.

"Well considering I am the minister of flour I will make the dough." he said with a grin and heard her giggle. Damn how he had missed that sound.

"Fine but no using your devil fruit powers, you make it the ol' fashion way." you smiled.

Nodding he grinned, "Very well but if I can't use mine you can't use yours."

"That's not fair. How will I reach the counter?" you asked him.

Grabbing her hips he lifted her up and sat her on the high counter made to reach him. Giving her a look he watched her shrink back down to her normal size and grinned. While he enjoyed having her closer to his size, her smaller, more petite look made something inside of him stir, this strange feeling like his inner alpha coming out.

"Gonna take forever.." you grumbled but he only chuckled and placed his huge hand on your head to give a few pats. "I used to be taller than you..."

"Yes, when we were five." he huffed lightly, rolling his eyes as he started making the pizza dough.

"Then you hit a growth spurt and never got the memo to stop." you joked and heard him laugh. "Ate all my vegetables for nothin'."

Shaking his head he smiled, he missed this.

A while later the two of you sat on floor of his living room in the pile of pillows and as you ate your pizzas. Seeing him look towards your little one with slices of avocado on it and make a face you grinned and got an idea. "Try one."

"No."

Picking one off your pizza you moved towards him. "Do it." you pushed.

"No they smell gross."

Crawling on top of him you held the avocado to his mouth. "Come on, just one bite." you giggled.

Leaning his head back he kept one hand around her waist to keep her from falling while the other grabbed her wrist.

Wrapping your leg around his arm you held the green veggie to his mouth. "Open up you big baby." you teased.

Growling he easily held her still but when she gave him a pout and he looked into those beautiful blue eyes he knew he could never deny her and opened his mouth enough for her to pop the disgusting green thing inside.

Smiling you quickly moved your hands to cover his mouth as best you could even though you knew he could open it wide enough to eat you if he so wanted. You could feel his sharp teeth but they had never disgusted you, you actually found them cool. Seeing him make a face you laughed and held your hands firm to keep him from spitting it out. "Swallow it."

Grumbling around her hands he did as she said and forced it down his throat. As soon as he did she pulled his hands away and he held out his tongue at the horrible taste. Glaring at her he saw her smiling but still on top of him so he couldn't really be mad. "That was horrible."

"You know you can put them in doughnuts..." you said.

"You put those things in a doughnut and I will lock you in the dungeon for a night." he told her and heard her laugh. Looking up at her he felt that warming in his chest again. His eyes couldn't help but flicker to her lips for a moment.

Now realizing you were still sitting on his chest you blushed scarlet and moved off of him. Taking a sip of your drink you saw him follow and looked towards the clock. "Damn it's already eleven? I need to head back to..."

"Stay here." he said before he could stop himself. When she looked to him with furrowed brows he sat up more and raised his chin. "It's already so late and you have had a few glasses of sake so just stay here." she was blushing he could see it and it wasn't the alcohol but he couldn't say much since he could feel the heat on his own cheeks as well.

"Kata I.... I don't want to impose or..."

"You aren't imposing." he quickly interrupted. "It's just for tonight." he added.

Taking a deep breath you nodded. After cleaning up for dinner you followed Kata to the guest bedroom that was a little down the hall from his own room. Wishing him a goodnight you closed the door softly and made your way to the attached bathroom. Removing your clothes you placed them on the vanity for tomorrow and turned on the shower. Removing the necklace around your neck you glanced back to the closed door and bit your lip as you sat it on the counter by your clothes. Feeling the weight lift from you as it slipped form your fingers you took a deep breath. Glancing again back towards the door you grabbed your clothes and stuffed them under the small crack at the bottom, better safe than sorry. With that being done you stepped into the shower to wash up before bed.

..............................

"Aren't the two of you just adorable.... playing house." Perospero said in a mocking voice as he walked closely by his younger brother.

Growling he glared towards his older brother.

"Would you like me to steal some of our little sisters dolls for you both?" he teased.

"That's enough Peros." he growled through gritted teeth.

"Oh I am only joking little brother. I think it's cute. I do think you should really just ask her to be yours..."

"You know I can't do that." he sighed.

"And why not? Beta or no the two of you are meant to be..."

"You know mother will not allow it." Katakuri said in a low voice.

"You could always ask, we are already going therefor a meeting anyway. Plus y/n's been with us so long she might as well be family and Mama likes her, that a rare find." Perospero said with a shrug and smile.

Taking a deep breath he thought on what his brother said, he had a point, it wouldn't hurt to ask, although he wouldn't know what to do if she said no. "Do you have a clue as to what she called us for anyway?" he asked.

"Not the slightest... probably about those pirates that tried coming into out territory last week." he said simply.

Humming he opened the doors and heard his mother taking with someone. Looking into the throne room he saw others there, a man and two women.

"Ah there he is. Katakuri this is Nebula, she is going to be your wife."

He felt his breath instantly catch in his throat.

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chapter 4: the boundless ocean

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, eventual smut, ANGST (whoo boy)

tags/warnings: some talks of mortality, otherwise nothing much

greek gods au, poseidon!taehyung, marinebiologist!reader

summary: it’s difficult being a god. what with all the immortality, the decades bleeding into each other and losing every human being you come to care about. and taehyung’s lived, or whatever it is gods do, for a very, very long time. he thinks he needs help but the fates are being the mysterious, useless hags they’ve always been. how can a conservatory and it’s passionate, fiery owner possibly help him. turns out Y/N is the only mortal he’s met who’s ready to challenge him head on. of course it’s not like she knows her new intern is the king of the sea, maker of horses, the earthshaker, poseidon himself after all.

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It’s next to chaos at Hamdeok beach.

The day after the male turtles returned to the shallow waters you made sure to have every worker and volunteer of the Blue Side Marine Conservation on your property and spread around the shore keeping an eye out for the slightest activity. Taehyung had successfully survived two whole weeks with you and your gang of flaky friends.

His job for now had mainly been running around passing on information about the temperatures of the water and the sand, sodium levels in the seawater and clearing any boats away from coming close to the shallow end of the ocean.

Although he didn’t really need to remember the results you passed onto him.

He knew the exact temperatures of the sea, he could feel the number as soon as he reached the thought, he could taste the brine on his tongue as he conjured the digits for sodium levels and the boats... well let’s just say all he had to do to take care of the boats was swish the waves in the opposite direction.

Hoseok, you and Jungkook were keeping lookout at the rocks far out into the water, close enough to shore but distant enough to keep track of the dozen or so male turtles floating lazily in anticipation of their mates.

Taehyung would never admit this to his fellow Olympians but he was having fun here. He got to spend time with the sea as a regular mortal instead of solving disputes between whales and sharks. He would occasionally accompany Hoseok out to the deep waters to observe the coral reefs, even diving in sometimes if Hobi deemed it appropriate.

He had grown to like your two friends, Hoseok was a breath of fresh air from the dripping Nereids and his annoying brothers. Although he did remind Taehyung of his nephew, Apollo. Both of them positively radiated the sun’s energy. He would have to ask the god of archery about his mortal consorts, Hobi could very well be a demigod born of the fickle Olympian.

Jungkook was what he would’ve imagined all young adults were on earth, were he not an incredibly innocent and loving person. He had never met anyone as nice and helpful as Jungkook. He seemed like the paler photocopy of his sister, Hestia. They were both just so sickeningly likeable.

And then there was you.

Taehyung can clearly see you sitting on the largest rock, your knees pulled close to your chest as you stared diligently out at the horizon, then turned your head back again to catch sight of the green turtles poking their heads out of the surface of the water to breathe; and then diving back in with a small splash. Jungkook is writing in the journal that contains notes, statistics and other data regarding the nesting project.

Hoseok has his arms spread out behind him, soaking in the gentle sunrays as he hums a little tune. Taehyung settles down on the soft sand, tucking his legs crossed as he observes the trio on the rock.

He can almost feel your anxiety radiating off of you in waves, you seem to be especially sensitive about this nesting period. Subconsciously, he starts humming along to the tune Hobi is singing far away from him. The sweet melody filling his ears as he concentrates on the area you’re in. He can see the rush of the wind coming towards you, dangerously close to toppling your research material and snack basket into the water.

But quick as a sailfish, Taehyung flicks his wrist and the gust of air flows over the group’s heads.

He sits there in the sand patiently waiting for the female turtles to arrive along with you, he can see the enthusiasm slowly drain from your expression as a faint frown brushes over your brows. You’re disappointed, he can see it clear as day.

The office had received a call from the small group of professors sailing in the waters surrounding Jeju, they were the ones who had notified your team about the male turtles closing into the coast, how the females would follow close behind. But it seemed that the others were late, or even worse, lost or attacked by predators.

Professor Kim Namjoon and his husband had been so sure that the turtles would reach the nesting site in the mere matter of a day or two that you had made it your mission to overlook the mating process. You were beginning to look a little crazy to Taehyung, but he could stomach it.

He had seen far worse.

And you were now looking close to tears as the sun was setting gently into the waters and the seagulls were picking at the fish they had caught, Taehyung closed his eyes and looked for the group of distressed reptiles in the ocean surrounding the island.

He could see them clearly in his mind, the turtles were swimming hard but unfortunately the current was flowing in the direction opposite their destination. He breathed in slowly and coaxed the water to let the tired group make their way back to the coast where they had been born. He could tell these turtles were returning to the beach they had hatched in. Perks of being the literal god of the sea, huh?

He helped the animals swim back, letting the current slightly carry their bodies. When he opened his eyes again it felt like Zeus had knocked the air out of his lungs.

Because there you were, absolutely beaming at the sea. Hair caressing your face with the breeze as the orange sun glowed behind your head, making it look like you wore a halo. Your face was lit up by the rays of the sunset but not as much as by the dazzling smile you wore. You were softly laughing as you watched familiar green shells bobbing away in the clear, blue water.

A triangular head poked out, nose pointing straight at you as if trying to say hello. And if anyone was paying attention to the small, overwhelmed woman on the rock instead of the turtles, they would’ve caught how your cheeks glistened with silently shed tears.

Taehyung was paying attention.

You and your newly befriended intern were walking along the shore, both on your lunch break, four weeks after the mating season had gotten over. The pregnant turtles would arrive any time soon to lay their eggs at the beach.

You were constantly on edge, anxious about the delicate situation but excited for the opportunities your little conservation would come across if the nesting season passed successfully.

“So how did you and Hobi manage to open up Blue Side? You’re both far too young to have done it all by yourself,” Taehyung voices from beside you. He wasn’t very chatty, not usually. But he had his moments when he would ask questions you had never been asked before, or take interest in the mundane routine of your life.

You release a puff of air, flashes of your past running through your mind as you lazily pick at one to answer, “Well, you know we’re a nonprofit organisation. But we had financial backing from Hobi’s parents, and my dad. Mr. and Mrs. Jung are both professors at the Stanford University. My dad used to be a research biologist, he’s a visiting lecturer now.”

You look up at your companion, softly kicking sand with your toe. You catch him looking at you with a peculiar smile painting his face, you reach out and brush the sun bleached strands of hair out of his eyes as you catch yourself squinting at the scene just behind him.

It’s a man you recognise from somewhere, his hand emptying a plastic bag full of trash into the foamy waves of the ocean. It clicks in your head and you know why he seems familiar. You shriek with sudden irritation, “YOU!”

You stomp the few meters towards the man, who now resembles a deer caught in headlights. Although it looks like you’d rather just run him over.

“What is the matter with you?!” It’s more of an accusation than a question. You don’t give the offender any time to retort when you’re flying off on one of your passionate rants.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Green sea turtles, almost extinct by the way, just mated here in these exact waters a month ago, they’re gonna be back to lay their eggs any day now. You have any semblance of coherent thought to know how delicate they are and how trash in the ocean can literally suffocate them?!” you take a breath as you really look at the man’s red face.

You continue mercilessly, “Eighty percent of marine debris is plastic, the mass of plastic in the oceans are as high as one hundred million tonnes. You hear that? One hundred million. The Great Pacific Garbage Patch is twenty times the size of Texas. You’re killing the planet, the animals and yourself. Have some empathy for your home,” you finish off with disgust lacing your tone.

The severely embarrassed man was quietly leaving with his bag of rubbish as you stared holes into his back, crossing your arms across your chest as you blew the strands of hair hanging in your eyes. You can feel Taehyung’s gaze on you, but you can’t find it in yourself to turn to him. The god is looking at you with fascination, never has he met a woman quite like you. A violent blush is staining your cheeks as you feel your face heat up under his intense scrutiny.

“Why do you always do that?” you hear his deep baritone ask.

You still refuse to look at him but respond anyway, “What do you mean ‘always do that’? Do what?”

“I don’t know? Why are you always so passionate about the sea? It’s not just the sea either, the fish and the plants and everything underwater,” he’s still looking at you as he says, “You want to protect it all so badly. Why?”

You sigh as you finally turn your head to look at him, the pink glow of the sunset makes him look even more ethereal than he does on the regular. You sweep your eyes over his face several times, taking in his features as you carefully sort the words building in your throat.

Your gaze drops to the ground where the littlest of waves are kissing your toes, the smell of the ocean thick as you feel the wet sand under your feet.

“Because,” you begin.

“Because what?” he retorts.

You look back at him intensely, your eyes burn with the light of the dipping sun but Taehyung doesn’t think it’s on purpose. Your eyes just look like that whenever you talk of things you’re passionate about. He’s noticed that since he’s met you.

“Because!” you huff. “It’s my job. It’s my job to protect the sea.”

Taehyung scoffs at your reply, it’s lame and you know it but being vulnerable has always been difficult for you. “Yes, it may be your job but nobody expects you to do it 24/7. You’re always scolding people who litter, always picking up trash you catch in the waves. Hell, you’re always hanging out with the fisherman to make sure they’re using the right methods while out at sea and not overfishing.”

He presses on, “Tell me, Y/N, what’s it all about?” Only this time his voice is softer and infinitely more intimate.

“I want to do all of that. I love the sea, that’s the short answer. But the sea is all we know,” you reply with a breath. “Air, water, earth. It will all remain even if we die out. And if I could help save even a few inches of the ocean, just a handful of fish in my measly lifetime I will live on as the sea.” You say sincerely as you turn your eyes up to catch a glimpse of Taehyung’s reaction.

He’s looking at you with emotion you don’t recognise, a peculiar tilt of his lips and eyebrows slightly furrowed as if he’s doing a tricky math problem. You speak softly, your voice dropping to a low whisper now that you’re both standing closer than before, “My work, my achievements, my life. It’ll all be immortalised in the waves.”

Internally, the sea god thinks of what a wonderful woman you are. He has never met a mortal as selfless or as loving as you. You have so much love to give that it bursts out of the seams of your heart and splashes everything around you in golden hues.

“You, me, Jungkook. We’re all just mere human beings, Taehyung. The ocean and the sky? They’re what truly matters in this universe. I live my life for the ocean and its creatures so that years and years after I’m dead I’ll still be floating in the waves,” you tell him honestly, wondering how did you let a man you’ve only known for a month or a half hear your most personal truth.

But you know that if anyone deserves to know something like this about you, it has to be Kim Taehyung.

More minutes of comfortable silence follow, the hypnotic slosh of the waves pulling the stress and anxiety out of your mind. You and Taehyung face each other in front of the now barely visible sun, and the glittering horizon.

He says after a long minute of gentle breathing, “Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I like you,” he confesses, not a hint of hesitation or embarrassment laces his voice. Just sheer declaration.

Your cheeks flare up once again, something that seems to be happening increasingly ever since the new intern arrived. You somehow manage to keep your cool as you say, “It’s only been a few weeks, Taehyung. How can you know if you like someone if you’ve barely even met them?”

“Weeks, months, 400 years. It doesn’t matter. It’s all the same to me. Time doesn’t determine emotions, Y/N.” Taehyung says wisely, the young and carefree looking boy doesn’t talk like the many kids his age.

You smile sweetly... at him? For him? You don’t know, but you smile instead of affirming his confession.

“Sure Kim, but you still gotta clean the aquariums.”

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