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dorn-queen-of-thorns · 7 months

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A wind of change

Prolog for "Our future signed in letter"

Everything will change for the better

London (1917) a week later :

Doctor Meyer patiently cares for the infected wounds of his patient, patiently he listens to his curses and insults. He knows from his studies that patients like him don't mean something bad about their counterparts. Rather, they are angry about their own life story or their path of suffering, some people also talk about fate.

Well, Dr. Meyer is a rationally thinking person, when it comes to facts about something like predetermined fates he doesn't believe. He focuses on the people in front of him.

Just like the middle-aged man he's trying to treat:

His patient is called Levi Ackermann, a short, middle-aged man of 36 years. The last war against Eren Jaeger hit him hard. Since then, Mr. Ackermann has been sitting in a wheelchair and persistently refusing to do his physiotherapy exercises, which has resulted in his stiff leg.

In addition, a wound on the left knee has still not healed properly and needs a daily bandage change with iodine-soaked cloths.

Levi and his doctor both know that he has given himself up on the inside.

Outwardly, he still gives the impression that he is the well-groomed, meticulous - clean man of the past: His hair is still dark brown, almost black. He wears it with an undercut, which makes his appearance look younger. What makes him older are his sad eyes, the right one is blind. Hit by a splinter from a thunderbolt and its additional facial scars.

At a glance you can see how much grief and suffering this man had to endure.

It's just a matter of time how long Levi can keep his outer facade up and he'll put an end to it all for himself.

"Are we done with that?" The man snaps like a vicious dog in the direction of the doctor. Today the doctor torments him especially with moving his knee joint, “AAAAH FUCK! SHIT !!!!"

The doctor looks at the bandage in frustration, “I haven't even started your treatment, Mr. Ackermann. I can not always stop my work, otherwise your leg will become infected and you will die of sepsis ... "

The war veteran in front of him just mumbles depressed: "And if I do ... Then I'm finally stinking in my grave with the others ..."

At the thought he thinks of Hanji and Erwin and everyone else from the Survey Corp. He misses them all so much and that the two Marley children Gabi and Falco cling to him so much doesn't make it any better for him. They both do their best, he knows, but they are no substitute for all the people he has lost and loved. One person in particular is always on his mind.

At that time three years ago she disappeared with Eren's head without an answer from her to stay with him when he asked. When Hanji died that day, it tore the floor from under his feet and he could only calm himself down with the fact that she was still among the survivors ... and she still does.

He remembers the words he said to her. It was the only time that he spoke openly about his feelings and his wishes.

In the end it hadn't worked, she'd left without a word of explanation with her stepbrother's head in her arms.

Back then he always wondered what connects the two of them. He always wondered what she found in him, although he often expressed his disapproval of her. How he would have loved to have been the one who would have had that connection with her. He wanted to catch her in her grief when it was all over.

He never heard from her again, and four weeks ago all the remaining members of the alliance visited Eren's grave.

He also intended to come. But fate has never been fair to him and his leg and his fear of her reaction has also hindered him on the journey.

He looks bravely out of his window. In no case should the doctor see his shiny eyes, which indicate that he is about to cry. Fucking crybaby! Look at you, you are a grown man and cry like a baby that has been torn from its mother.

Frustrated, he holds his hand in front of his eyes, "Carry on!" And he quietly lets the procedure go through.

Later that day he goes for a walk on the Thames with Gabi and Falco. Both are teenagers and you can see their adolescent facial features as adults. Both have grown a lot: Gabi towers a few centimeters above Levi and Falco is already as tall as Hanji was back then.

Falco pushes him all the time, while Gabi talks all the time. Fortunately, she was able to leave the vindictive war child from back then and only talks about it with Falco, if at all.

Levi accepts this and does not impose himself on her, he also has topics, that he would only have wanted to share with Hanji and Erwin and he would have given another person sympathy for his thoughts. But she is not here and she let him understand three years ago what she thought of his request. Or maybe she hadn't noticed his request because she had had one of her migraines at that time?

With the second option, he tries to calm himself down that she was not entirely in her right mind at the time. It would be easier for him to endure. Because he has to admit, had he been in her place with Hanji or Erwin's head in his arms, he would probably have reacted the same way.

Thoughtfully he listens to Gabi's chatter and Falco pushes him on a huge bridge in the direction of a huge bell clock that the residents of London call "Big Ben". When he saw this huge clock for the first time, he was overwhelmed by the view and he was able to forget his grief for a moment. But life has never been fair to him and his grief caught up with him in the end. Even his love for tea and his desire to open a tea shop with his third friend Onyankopon here in London cannot free him from his deep shit hole.

On the contrary, everything has gotten worse, he just can't take it anymore. He wants to put an end to it all today. He's just waiting for the right moment ...

The three pass a viewing platform. " Oi brats! Leave me here alone for a moment. I want to be alone with my shitty thoughts. Here you can both get an ice cream and we'll see you soon! Hurry up !!! ”

He gives the two of them a few shillings. Neither of the Marley children are suspicious of him because he behaves like that on a number of occasions.

When both children are out of reach, he is alone again with his carousel thought. You, wretched liar! You don't intend to wait for the two of them. Then stop your miserable life so no one sees your stinking corpse in the water, he thinks. He pulls himself on the boundary between the platform and beneath himself the deadly freedom.

It's easy, you monster. All you have to do is hang your torso upside down. Once the weight of your upper body is heavy enough, your stinking legs will be pulled along with you and then you can finish everything. He is already standing on the railing and leaning his upper body forward sharply.

He thinks one last time of Hanji and Erwin. I'll be with you in a moment, guys . He tries to calm himself down with the thought.

Then he thinks of Mikasa one last time, wishing he had been able to get to know her under different circumstances. He wishes he was the one to find her instead of Eren.

If he leaves this world now, he will never have a chance to see her again, no matter how smal the chance is. Tears of anger and despair come up in him.

NO! He just can't do it, at least until he gets a clear answer to his question from three years ago and he just can't close it with her. He pulls back from the railing and falls back onto his wheelchair. His leg hurts from exhaustion. He would like to give himself a little more time, there is still hope. It occurs to him that Armin contacted him eight weeks ago and that everyone wanted to go back to Paradis.

Levi had to cancel for a while because his leg still hasn't healed. She's still alive and that's enough for him in the end.

"Captain! We brought you an ice cream ”, Falco greets him. Both Marley children appear behind him.

He accepts the ice cream, “ take me to the shop. I still have something to do there ” ,he says thoughtfully.

“We'll help you, Captain!” Shouts Gabi enthusiastically.

His brats ..., he thinks reassured that he doesn't have to be all alone in this big, filthy city.

When they got to the shop, Onyankopon was already expecting the three of them, “It's good that you are here. Levi, we have to go through the orders again. So that everything runs smoothly for the opening next month. And you two, would you be so kind as to clean the big shop windows? The last owner didn't care and they are streaky and dirty. ”

Falco and Gabi are happy to be able to spend a lot of time with them, even though their parents live here in London.

“We'll do that!” Says Gabi.

Both of them spend the whole afternoon cleaning the glass windows, which proves to be stubborn.

“Did the previous owner even clean this place? It's disgusting! ”Gabi scolds in frustration.

“The old owner was sick and, as far as I know, couldn't do that anymore,” recalls Falco.

Both see the postman come by. Certainly he only brings the bills or permits from the office for the reopening of the store. Strangely, the messenger only has one letter with him this time ...

Gabi runs to the messenger and takes the letter. She reads the addressee: Captain L. Ackermann, sender: M. Ackermann, an unknown address on Paradis. I'M SORRY, WHAT?!

Gabi goes back into the shop with a trembling hand. “Falco, you won't believe where this letter come from?” Gabi says excitedly.

The Marley boy looks up from his job in frustration, “a letter. What is special about it? "

“It's from Paradis from Mikasa!” She says in a hushed tone. She holds the letter in the light in the hope that there is something treacherous in it.

This also arouses interest in the boy, but also recognizes what his girlfriend is doing right now, "Gabi, what you are doing is not right."

"What do you think what's in there? Maybe a love letter? Oh, I wish, it would be that way for the captain ... “, she says hopefully.

“Gabi, put the letter aside. We'll notice from the captain what kind of letter this is ... ", says Falco.

" That‘ s correct. He won't say anything about the letter, but his facial features all the more ”, Gabi points out,“ then we should watch him today. ”

She puts the letter on the counter and continues with her work.

After an hour, Onyankopon and the captain come back from the storeroom. Onyankopon sees the letter and at first assumes that it is a normal invoice , but then sees the personal details. He has to suppress a grin and passes it on to the addressee, " This is for you."

Captain Levi raises an eyebrow skeptically. When he looks at the letter, his heart leaps. It is his brat's personal details. His hand begins to shake, he breaks into a sweat like a nervous schoolboy, in Levi's case a street boy. He drives back to the tea kitchen at once, “Oi Onyankopon! I want to be alone Go ahead. I'll be right back."

Onyankopon nods knowingly to him. Apparently he is interpreting too much into the letter, thinks Levi.

I'm sure his brat would like to tell him that she's already married, possibly to Jean the Horse Face ... Ugh! But then this thought doesn’t make any sence, she could continue to ignore him.

Onyankopon joins the Marley children, who are now watching the captain closely.

„Aaaaw! The captain seems nervous ”, Gabi notes with a squeaky girl's voice.

"Gabi! Not so loud! He can also hear you, ”Falco says to her in a hushed voice.

Gabi just shrugs her shoulders and shows that she doesn't care.

“You two saw the letter?” Asks Onyankopon. Both children nod to him.

“I put paper and an ink pen on the counter. If it's a positive letter, he'll want to write her back. Let's watch him, ”says Onyankopon mischievously.

All three are waiting eagerly ...

Levi sits alone in the tea kitchen and struggles to open the letter. His fear is too great that something like a rejection will be in it. But why did she bother to write to him then? She could have continued to ignore him, right?

With a trembling, sweaty hand, he opens it and reads neatly written letters:

Dear Captain! (She writes , that I am DEAR ?!)

I've wanted to talk to you for so long and to apologize, that I left you without a word of goodbye . Armin is now helping me to write you this letter and I am grateful to him for it.

I hope , you are well in London and that your wounds will heal soon.

My life here on Paradis is quite simple and I live alone in my self-made home. Sometimes I just get angry with the heads of state from Paradis and Hizuru. (Levi has to grin at this and can roughly imagine it.)

I don't really have more to say about myself.

(Then the last sentence that stands out from all others):

PS: You are often on my mind.

Regards

Your Mikasa.

Levi has to read the letter twice and his eyes keep getting wet. Again and again he has to wipe the moisture from his eyes so that the others don't notice. He still can't believe that she wrote him this loving letter and that she had the courage to contact him on her own initiative. Well, Armin will have encouraged her in her decision as he knows him. But Hanji and Erwin would have done the same for him too. And there isn't a single word about Eren in it!

He'll have to write back to her right away, tonight! He drives out of his kitchen again and wants to get something to write about and drives to the tea room.

He sees paper and fountain pens waiting for him suspiciously.

DAMNED! He knows that he will betray himself to the others. But now he doesn't care what the others think of him and takes the writing material and can only do one "Mikasa wrote to me" to mumble the other three.

The three grin knowingly at him and leave him alone with the subject. He'll talk about it on his own when he feels the need.

Mikasa's letter saved him from his very dark thoughts today and he secretly thanks her for it. He senses that there is still hope for an old dog like him.

Levi has recognized for himself that he still has a job to do here in London and he takes time for her and also to give time for himself, what is to come. He can only guess it today and he smiles at it, but nobody sees it.

Wait for me, Mikasa! I promise you , that I will give you everything you hope and wish for. The old feelings of three years are beginning to germinate in him again and he feels a warmth rising within him that he was familiar with a very long time ago. Irritated, he thinks for a moment about why he has to think of this person now, but brushes that thought aside.

A few years later he will find out what this thought means and why it is so closely connected to Mikasa ...

#rivamika #levi x mikasa #levimika

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demon-blood-youths · 1 year

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Hi demon mun and Shdwkyz!

I'm curious, we heard about Vivi's bad past but what about you, Shdwkyz? What was your past like? Was it really bad? I'm curious to hear or know his back story please???

Of course, anon! But be warned, it's a long and sad story!

Shdwkyz sighs. "It's a long story."

-------- Years ago --------

Again.

When does it ever stop?

Another shooting near his school. It's someone he knows. Not a friend but a friendly acquaintance that he passes by. This time, he's an innocent passerby in a gang-related drive-by. He heard too many school announcements and conferences telling them about curfews as if that can work! It's not even normal yet everyone around him thinks it's okay. They tolerate this kind of living. It's normal. It is driving him insane.

Last week, it's an athlete. He sees him from time to time as he is shooting hoops. One time, a ball got out of his court and he help by passing the ball over to him without asking. He got a mere thank-you as the basketball player keeps on playing. He heard from an eatery that he is striving in becoming a star athlete as he wants to help his family. He is killed by a stray bullet.

Last month, it's just a girl who is hanging out with her friends. He knows her. She is part of his group project, helping out. Her friends were planning to go to the same college. She got caught up in a party that ends in a shooting.

Then a month before, people he know died from shootings and crimes because of gangs and other stupid things involving criminals. Honestly, it is starting to piss him off. He feels like anyone he encounters whether he knows them or not, ends up dead for no reason.

One day, they had a debate in English class focusing on how to articulate your points and how to make a persuading argument. Can criminals be rehabilitated? Is there such a thing as justice? Are prisons too brutal?

He decided to voice his opinion,

"I got three answers to that. No, no, and no." Sai answered which surprises the class. "I believe there is no justice because the criminals are getting too much of a light sentence sometimes. Not only that, it's hard for criminals to be rehabilitated especially murderers and gang members. Also, I think prison is a perfect environment for such people."

This got a few students paying attention. Then there is some points that are to make as the students want to throw their own cents.

"I agree there is no justice because of the system but there are some people who are charged with criminals they don't commit. Also, the system is really corrupted." Said one student.

No surprise there....

"Same here. But I think prisons are too brutal and some people made bad choices, mistakes.."

Yeah, life-altering mistakes.

"And? The criminals are worst and give the system a reason to." Sai said. He does not argue that. he knows the system is corrupted. The same system overlooks criminals, especially ones with rap sheets and victimizes the victims all over again. "I mean....three shootings happened last week."

"What's the big deal? Shootings happened every day, we can't prevent it and-." Said one careless idiot.

"And that's normal to you?!" Sai yelled. "You idiots want everything. You want guns off the street but you want cops not to get involved but at the same time, not wanting to let them do their job. We can agree we can't rely on the cops for everything but if you ask me. It all starts at home. Am I wrong?"

"But there's abuse in the prison!!"

"And? That's nothing compared to people who lost their lives and loved ones to crime." Sai retorted quickly with his arms crossed. "If they can commit the crime, they can do the time." He shrugs.

"You're saying that because you're not poor!"

"I am poor but I'm not an idiot! I don't shoot up the streets like an idiot!"

"Criminals are people too. I believe in second chances." Said another student. Sai huffs.

"Oh! I am aware. But these criminals are repeat offenders and the courts don't hand down the punishment. After all, I know people who say such things are related to criminals."

This got a few students startled and glaring at Sai while the rest are scared as they know full well who Sai is referring to. The teacher who is facilitating this debate, "Sai..." The teacher warns but there's little he can do to stop the intense situation.

"Fuck you, man I have a brother who is in prison! I think he should get a second chance too-" Sai glares down at a student. He knows him. A fellow student whose older brother committed manslaughter of the athlete. Fucking scum. Him and his family. He sees his social channel. Like him, he is bad as his brother!

"You mean the same one who shoot that basketball player? I don't think your brother deserves a chance!"

"What the hell?! It was an accident! It's a stray bullet He didn't mean to-"

"He shouldn't fire if he can't aim for crap! Especially in the streets.." Sai growled. "If you care so much, how about you should be put in prison with him if you're making excuses for him!"

"Screw you!" The criminal's brother stands up and walks over to him but the teacher stops him.

"And don't forget a drug addict who shoots up a block party because he is looking for that scum drug dealer!"

"HEY! That's my dad!" Said a girl. "He is just supporting us! That crackhead is the one shot up the party."

"Your dad is an idiot and he got a girl killed who has nothing to do with his damn business!!"

And with that, Sai shouts insults at the members of the family who are related to criminals. Nothing but scum like him who are making excuses and causing people around them to die. This got the class upset. And so the teacher tells him to leave the class to which he did.

Sai huffs as he leaves the school.

'Idiots. A lot of them...' Sai huffs.

----- The next week ----

Sai goes to get some coffee from the coffeehouse. He didn't come back to school because he is sick of everything. Sick of this community. The people. The pathetic community leaders and the police. All of them. So incompetent.

Of course, the gangs are worse. Claiming that they are here to protect their turf. More like fucking parasites.

"Hey Sai!"

Sai looks up to see his two friends. Allison and Derek. Two of his closest friends live on the same block. They go to the same school but are in different classes. The only thing they have in class together is math and history.

"Hi you guys, what's up?" Sai smiles at them.

"Nothing much. Tutoring a kid from the downtown." Allison smiles. Allison is a studious student, she wants to be a doctor like her mom.

"Just working on my art tech." Derek laughs. Derek is a friend who makes art and is part of an art program, he is about to leave for a summer program on a scholarship. Both are trying to escape this neighborhood and never look back. In his opinion, Sai sees these two as having the potential in becoming good people and living their best lives.

"Good to know." Sai smiles.

"What are you up to? I heard from the school that you caused some ?noise. Something about you dissing Carl and his brother who's in jail."

"Yeah...we were having this debate about criminals and whether they should get a second chance or not due to current events. I say no because of what's going on here and then after that, things get heated when I attack them on their personal lives."

"Yeah I feel you but ya gotta be careful, man. Carl and his friends are part of a gang, they might try to jump you or something."

"And how is that surprising? Sooner or later, he will end up at jail sooner than he and his goons coming after me." Shdwkyz scoffed. It's just a normal day at their usual hangout. Nothing much. Then suddenly, some delinquents came over. This time, they're not causing trouble. They're just here for the drinks. The frappes, obviously.

No idiot would try shooting up here, right?

The delinquents got their drinks as they laughs, talking about how they beat up some moron from another rival gang. It irks Sai but didn't say anything.

The delinquents left outside as they laugh amongst themselves. Now they standing outside the doorway just lotiering. Whatever. Sai shouldn't be bother. He needs to focus on his friends who are laughing as they are planning what to do for the weekend. Except their weekend will never come as a black car rolls up and then...gunfire ranged, shattering the window of the coffeehouse. People were screaming as they got down.

The gangbangers outside were shouting as they pull out their own guns and fire back. Gunfire ranged out for over five minutes. Soon, the gunfire stops.

Sai got down immediately when the glass shattered.

"Derek? Allison! Guys!" Allison screams and cries. "Allison?!" Sai said as he goes over to her and then he widens his eyes to see Derek coughing up blood as his hand is on his stomach. No. No. NO! "Someone call the ambulance!" Another cried.

"Oh my god!" The workers see one of their own shots in the chest. "No, no, no." Allison said while Sai went into action as he puts pressure. "Stay with me, Derek. Don't worry, help is on the way! You're going to be okay."

Derek isn't okay, he is soon dead after arriving to the hospital.

----- "But that wasn't the only moment.....that drove me on who I am..." Shdwkyz begins.

------ Wake -----

He sees Derek's family grieving while Allison is crying. He heard from Allison when the gunfire rang out. Derek got her out of the way and took the hit for her. That's what the police told them. They're going to get the ones responsible. The school mourned the lost of another prospective student in their community.

----- Time passes ---- It became weeks. Months. Then a year. Derek's killers weren't caught. Hell...even if the police said that the bullet wasn't meant for him but those damn gangbangers. That's what those scum are. And soon...people tried to move on. Allison did...but can't. She is scared of leaving the house now. She suggested taking online classes. And what are the police doing about it? Oh. Working on other cases but the cases is a dead end. But whenever he comes in, they just goofed around and act like they did something. No doubt it pisses him off. Also, the school went about as usual. The bastard, Carl decides to bully him for his money but he manages to evade him. He has enough. Is he sane? Or going freaking crazy. Why is this normal?!

When he was in the bathroom of school, he overheard a conversation. An ambush. A shooting. It was between Carl and some gangbanger. Fucker.

--------

"I was angry so much. It somehow attracts Senkai when I beat up that gangbanger who threatened me so much for asking some dumb change.

------- "Your soul. It seems you're so angry. So enraged. You feel like you're going insane, yes? You want the power to change things, yes?" The bat standing in the alleyway addressing Sai after he sees him beat a random gangbanger bloody and knocked out.

Sai spits out blood. "If I say yes, what are you going to give me." ------- "And the rest is history. I became Phantom Slasher. "

------ Past ----- "Who the hell are you?!" Carl cried as his gun is out of bullets. What approaches is a ghostly figure wearing a mask? "What the fuck are you?!" "Your nightmare..." Then Shdwkyz slashes him. ____

This is for @the-silver-peahen-residence if she's curious!

#rp #ic #phantomslasher #In The Past;

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dontbotherwiththepronunciation · 10 months

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Hehehe (¬‿¬)

Robb/Jeyne W

Ramsay/Theon/Jeyne P

Mel/Selyse

Beric/Thoros

And a single unproblematic one:

Grenn/Pyp

Hi Tânia...

R0ßß x Jeyne (W)

I really liked your interpretation of them + a few other authors, but what attracts me the most of it is the mystery in the relationship and since fandom has decided to hold a very (almost insultingly in my opinion) idealistic view of R0ßß it has lost some of it's appeal for me. Weirdly enough I still love them a lot, because they embody some aspects of Germanicus & Agrippina, a couple that I really love. And I overall really like Jeyne and how courageous she is. So yeah, my problem comes mostly from the R0ßß's characterisation always being that of a selfless saint who sacrifices himself for her honour (or worse, gets roofied).

Theon x Ramsay x Jeyne (P)

“oh my god, we have the same abusive boyfriend”

hellish polycule. I hate it. I genuinely hate Ramsay so much. People keep making Theon the whump protagonist in fanwork by having him suffer, but I want Ramsay to be my whump protagonist. I can't stand that motherfucker. I hope he has the least climactic death in the story because he is simply not worth it. I don't want neither Theon nor Jeyne to ever come near him again because him dying while thinking that they are gone and safe is my favourite fantasy. It would be a huge slight for him.

On the other hand, this is kind of canon and I enjoy all the canon. I love the canon ships for what they are which, in this case, is plain horror. I want to gorge my eyes out whenever I think of it. They make me want to scream. The dynamic in fanwork is less interesting to me because most of the time it just ends up being gratuitous smut or Theon being in love with Jeyne during their captivity which is a huge no for me. (No hate to anyone who enjoys either of those things, they are just boundaries) but if written as in canon (that is implicitly and as horror), then yeah, I'd read a fic.

But viewed through a less serious lens Ramsay CANONICALLY and simultaneously acts as the matchmaker, the third wheel, and the sicko lurking on the window I can't-

Melisandre x Selyse

I read it as one-sided canon. It's probably not intended by GRRM, but I do. I know for many people this is a mostly comedic ship not to be taken too seriously or the one they use to write $tav0s without having to fully disregard the women, but... Repressed sapphic who is head over heels for a religious extremist who wouldn't hesitate at burning her alive if her god demanded it...oh how relatable. + there is the entire topic of faith

Beric x Thoros

I really love the themes of reborn faith at the sight of someone who is a living miracle. I know it's not a healthy thing in real life, but I love exploring the idea of someone finding a purpose and a cause in the world because of one (1) single person who reignites long-forsaken hope in another. Especially if that person dies later on. + a bit of borderline necrophilia meets Robin Hood. @/mylestoye described them once as:

"this is my lover I’ve pulled him from the arms of death six times & though every time he’s a bit more faded & a bit more lost I feel I can’t let him go, he is a symbol of my religion he reawakened my belief & faith, I will follow him & care for him for as long as I can"

Grenn x Pypar

"If Pyp wanted to call me aurochs, though, he could. Or you, or Jon." - Sam II, ASOS

I know it's completely insignificant and GRRM didn't think anything while writing it, but I loved that division. Two sentences. Not one. He had to add it as an afterthought. I remember there was someone on AO3 who wrote exclusively for them in English and Spanish and I used to compare the translations trying to analyse the text. Need to revisit those. They just give me warm happy feelings

#theostrichsdaughter #it's sweet of you to remember pyp and grenn it's one of the few ones I still really like.#threyne #I guess #melisandre x selyse #beric x thoros #Grenn x Pypar

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sailorstarr-chan4 · 2 years

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beloved, you are mine (at last) - a Red River fanfic

@lord-rika, @hazukininja for your immense patience and for being the only two people I know of online who ADORES this manga, I hope this brings Kail/Yuri justice ❤

Posted: ff.net and AO3 Words: 1,085 Rated: M or E Genre: Romance Setting: Chapter 38 of the manga, in which Kail and Yuri lock themselves up and fuck endlessly for four days lmao (I'm not even joking, that's literally canon)

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The hours blurred. Nothing existed outside of the four walls of their bed chamber. Day and night were one, just as they, rolling their hips together, joined and rejoined again and again…

Yuri always knew Kail was insatiable. The man could never keep his hands to himself, but the days spent in their bed after consummating their love (or was it weeks? Mere hours? Yuri couldn’t tell anymore), Yuri learned something entirely new.

She, too, was ravenous for this beautiful man and the things he did to her body.

“Oh gods,” she gasped, clutching the sheets in tight fists as Kail mounted her from behind.

(Was there really a time that she disliked the idea of this position? Impossible to believe, now.)

When Kail took her this way, he went in deeper, touched places she didn’t think was possible, and oh, the stimulation! Her body trembled no matter how many hours they went at it, only Kail’s strong hands holding her hips in place.

More than just towering over her, a strong, tall leader, born a king, Kail was also quite well-endowed, enough to frighten her at first, but Kail was a master at preparing her body to be ready.

Incredibly, despite desperately needing her, he dedicated several minutes with his head between her legs, until she was a quaking, sobbing boneless pool of ecstasy. His tongue and fingers played her like a conductor with his orchestra; Yuri never knew she was capable of making such noises before!

At first, she was almost tempted to ask him to stay down there, but then he pushed inside her at last and all protests died on her lips.

Yuri used to daydream about her first time, of course, but the fantasies were always soft, tender, chaste.

Kail made love to her like a man dying of thirst taking his first drink from a well.

With a fury, a hunger that could not be satisfied.

When he had taken her virginity, she felt no pain, much to her own shock (she supposed all of the times they had nearly made love before, plus her many hours horseback riding during the battle campaign, had prepared her body in more ways than one).

But whatever pain that was lacking in becoming Kail’s true concubine was quite made up for during the rest of their coupling.

The faster Kail had pounded into her, the more savage his desire, and soon Yuri was mirroring his actions.

Together, they clawed up each other’s backs, pulled each other’s hair, overwhelmed in their passion, all of it blurred into one deliciously pleasurable experience, incomparable…

And before she knew it, they were doing nothing else but sleeping and making love.

The hours rolled by and Yuri was swept away by Kail’s adoration, lost in her own love for her beloved king, the waves of pleasure mounting until she would scream and Kail would kiss her so hard, she thought he would devour her right then and there.

She forgot all embarrassment, all etiquette, all protests. She made sure Kail knew how much she longed for more, more, more!

She needed him to know, without a single iota of a doubt, that the choice she made to stay in his world, to be making love to him now and countless times thereafter, was one she would not regret until her dying day….

“Yuri…” Kail moaned now, digging his nails into Yuri’s ass cheeks, causing her to mewl and writhe under him. He watched her ass bounce against himself, mesmerized that such a petite body could be so utterly erotic in this position.

“K-Kail, do that – ah! – that thing– with my h-hair…” Yuri cried out, her back arching back in gesture. “P-please…. AHHHH!”

Her voice rose into a pitch only rarely achieved, a sound that Kail could listen to for hours on end. He tightened his grip on her short locks, securing her neck safely as he pulled her back until he could lean over and kiss her upside down. His thrusts slowed down with the effort, but the deep, slow strokes combined with the strenuous position was one of Yuri’s favorites and he could deny her nothing.

But it was still a risky maneuver held for too long, and he quickly let go, watching her collapse, gasping for breath. She was soaked through, and her gasps were slowly growing into moans of absolute pleasure. Kail knew what to do next: he reached down and pressed her face sideways into the bed and flattened himself on top of her, thrusting faster and harder…

For what seemed like the umpteenth time (and yet, also not nearly enough!), he spilled his seed into his beloved, kissing her shoulder blades as she rode out her pleasure at the sensation of his completion.

“My beloved, you are mine…” Kail murmured into Yuri’s ebony hair, listening to her moans of rapture slowly fade into exhausted panting.

But he had waited too long. Too many times they were interrupted, and now Yuri’s world was gone from her grasp forever.

Her sacrifice would not be in vain, Kail vowed as he allowed himself to doze off on Yuri’s back, caressing her soft skin.

He would make love to her until long after she turned old and gray.

He would worship her body like the goddess that she was, an inspiration and beloved to his people already, a leader in her own right.

Gone was the naive child he had protected long ago by pretending to be her lover.

Yuri, his goddess, his future queen, his one and true concubine, was embedded in his very soul.

“Mmm, Kail…?” she stirred under him.

The king lifted himself slightly to ease the weight, kissing the top of her head.

“At last,” he whispered, turning Yuri sideways so he could gently, ever so gently, enter her once more.

Yuri whimpered at his entrance, still sensitive from their last session, but he was not wholly hard yet. He was only within her shallowly, clinging to her on the side and running kisses down her neck and back.

“You keep saying ‘at last,’ but I think we’re losing count of how many times it’s been,” Yuri moaned back, giggling slightly.

Kail could feel himself harden more within her (and she could too, judging by her sudden jolt and tremulous cry). He cupped her chin and kissed her deeply, starting to thrust again in earnest.

“Beloved, you will never stop hearing me say those words, for you are now mine. At last.”

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like-rain-or-confetti · 2 years

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Family Matters (Two-Face x Reader)

You had called Oswald to ask about your father's whereabouts. You knew he was on a bank heist but which bank, well that was a whole other difficulty and you certainly weren't going to spend the whole night making the rounds to Gotham’s banks. Oswald was surprised by your call thinking something was wrong. He was correct as he could hear you swallow back the tears. However you wouldn't tell him what was wrong.

When you arrived it was apparent that he was already tipped off by Penguin. You moved past a few henchmen and you heard your father's voice. "(Y/N), you can't be here." Harvey said as he moved down the stairs. "What happened to mum?" You asked quickly. Your mother had died when you were a child, too young to understand death. Yet you overheard some talk and her death didn’t seem so much of an accident as it was deemed. "What?" Harvey halted. "Did you hurt her?" Tears welled up in your eyes. Your hands trembled as you worked up the courage to look your father in the eyes. "Did you kill my mum?" Your voice trembled. "I loved your mother." Harvey said firmly. "Did you kill her!?" You asked louder.

After a moment of silence, Harvey spoke. "She was going to keep you away from me." You sucked in a breath as you felt a wave of nausea hit you. Tears brimmed your eyes as you tried to contain yourself. "I didn't mean for it to happen. I lost control. It was an accident." Harvey continued. "So you killed her and took me?" Tears slipped down your face. "I protected you! I've always protected you!" "You killed my mu-" He cut you off with a 'Shhhh'. "Being a father means everything to us. Our own was someone from hell. We couldn't bare the thought of not being your father, not being there to see you grow up and we couldn't lose you." "You weren't protecting me from anything...you did this for you." You sobbed. "That is not true!" Harvey said firmly. "One day you'll understand." “What does that mean?” You looked at him incredulously. “Now is not the time for this, you need to go home.” He said gruffly. “No, you need to tell me the truth.” You were adamant to get answers out of him -an explanation. Was there even such a explanation that could make any of this excusable? That could validate such an awful thing? You had heard of plenty custody battles- couples breaking up and terrified of losing their children to the other.

Your father had done many good things and many bad things. He had hurt a lot of people, taken the lives of many. He was dangerous but until now you had always thought you were exempt- that he’d never hurt you. Did your mother think the same thing? Were you making that same mistake? The thought frightened you more by the second and that was when you looked up to see your father walking towards you. Before he could speak, you cried out. "P-Please, don't hurt me!" You cried out. He looked at you with hurt. "I'm your damn father!" Harvey yelled. "We'd never!" Two-Face yelled not immediately afterwards.

It all happened so fast. At first you were intending to run, but Batman descended from the ceiling, hitting you hard in the face with his fist. You were knocked off of your feet landing on the hard flooring with a loud 'thud!'. You were out cold, unconscious. Silence filled the room for only a second before Two-Face roared with rage storming towards the Batman. "What the hell did you do to our kid!?" Batman looked down at you, inspecting you. Two-Face slowed to a stop whilst he dug a gun out of his pocket. His jaw clenched, fury in his eyes. "I can't let you walk away, Batman. Not after this." Harvey said icily. "Harvey, why are they here?" Batman asked. "They had nothing to do with this!" Two-Face seethed. "You'll pay!"

Your head hurt a dull ache. At first you didn't know what had happened. Then it came back to you, redefining the whole headache completely. You bolted up. "Hey, easy. You're okay." Cash raised his hands before trying to settle you back down. "You're in the GCPD. You're safe. Lie down, we just need a doctor to check you over."

Once the doctor was finished checking you over and had determined you were fine, Batman entered the room. "I'm sorry. I was not aware of who you are." His voice was deep and sincere. You slowly nodded. "It's fine, I...I shouldn't have been there anyway." You admitted. "That'll be dealt with later. Commissioner Gordon will assist you from here. Your father is going to Arkham." "Wait, right now? Can...can I see him?" Batman looked at you warily, saying nothing. "Please..." You pleaded softly. "He's my dad, let me say goodbye." After another moment of looking you over, Batman nodded. "I'll take you to him. I'll be taking him to Arkham with the others. He's been worried about you." You hopped off of the table and Batman led you through the GCPD.

Cash went ahead to have him separated from the other rogues. Although he didn't seem to know why he was separated as when Batman entered, he wasted no time demanding answers. You stepped around Batman. "(Y/N) wished to see you before you go. I have apologised to them and I am sorry to you too, Harvey." Batman said smoothly. "As you should!" Two-Face ground out. There was a moment of silence. "Can we have a second?" You asked Batman almost meekly. "I can't leave you unsupervised with him." Two-Face was seething. "We're their father! You are the one who hurt them!" Suddenly there was a commotion and you vaguely heard a very familiar voice. "Unhand me you primitive morons!" The Riddler seemed to be making quite the fuss and so Batman looked at the two of you one last time before promptly leaving and closing the door- seemingly to help the officers with Nygma.

"How are you feeling?" Harvey asked clearly concerned. You nodded. "I'm okay." You assured him. "They had a doctor check me over. He said I was fine and then Batman came in and apologised for...you know." "He signed his own death certificate!" Two-Face growled. Meanwhile you and Harvey seemed to be on another level. "If you want to tell the truth about your mother. I won't stop you. I understand." He said gently. "I regret causing you the pain you've endured all this time." You looked at him for a moment before you slowly shook your head. "I won't tell them." You said softly. "I already lost one parent, I don't want to lose another." Two-Face was silent, surprised but your decision. He was torn, the good in him wanted you to tell the truth and report him. Although it was something he couldn't do himself. If he did, he wouldn't be around and you still needed him. "Can I have a hug?" You whispered quietly. He let out a tiny quiet huff of amusement. "Of course, you can." Harvey said quietly before bringing you into his arms. "I'm sorry." He whispered. "We love you, kid."

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instruth · 2 years

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MEMOIRS OF AN ORPHAN

- The Little Trinity

As children we didn’t know how to manage parental fights.

When our parents were at each other’s throats, we would run out of the house for a convenient ritual of deliverance, that always worked for the three us - my younger brother, and my younger sister, sandwiched between us boys in age.

Held in a circle by our hands, we would jump into the gentle river, where there are no curses or blames, no shouting, no mother or father, only us, in the comforting silence. We called ourselves, Little Trinity.

My sister drowned when she was eight, alone on her private ritual. I have never overcome the guilt, as I was the one who had started the ritual at the vulnerable age of five. I would dive into the river, frequently, to find her, until my lungs betrayed me, and I had to surface to face my world again. A year later, my brother died from “excessive wheat cells ,” so I was told, the sound of which seemed so harmless to me - wheat inside his lungs.

I wasn’t the first to learn I was wrong about my mother, especially her constant reminder to me, in private, “I love you the most. Don’t you forget that. And don’t tell anyone.” She had the gift of the tongue. “Forget the past! Don’t bring it back. Once it’s gone, it’s gone! You aren’t the only one in pain. Life is pain! Move on.” However, I had inherited her great love for nature. To me she was a goddess of the field. She had power. At worst, she was just a magician; she knew everything; she cured everything and everyone, from the fruit trees to me.

My father? He was hard to understand; he confused me; he always changed his mind and seldom kept his promise. But he was good at decorating his failures or his mistakes, and at covering up my sadness and disappointment. He told fascinating, good quality jokes. He had the ability to make bad days vanish into thin air, and all would be well again. I guess, both our parents were magicians, in their own ways but they probably ran out of tricks for their own benefits.

I had lost much of the memories of my sister, my brother and my parents, all the tragedies and the betrayals I chose to forget, though not the companionship, and the heartfelt love. I went through therapies to overcome this. Then the dreams began, - torturing and recurring dreams of fear and death. I started writing my dairy.

I did not become an orphan by the deaths of my parents. I was an orphan long before that. When I lost my sister and then my brother, the loneliness was far worst than the grief. After they died, I felt God had died too. And I was left with two big devils. I remember how my mother consoled me, when my brother died, saying, “Your love for each other will bind you together. And you still have me.” My father countered her, “Don’t listen to her. Love is never meant to last. Never!”

It’s hard for me to admit I was actually glad when my parents died. I had been imprisoned by them in their frequent bouts of violence and hate. And how I wish, even to this day, that they knew how much their children had suffered. Upon the death of my father, the final death in our family, my own life finally began.

Till today, I still refer to that day as the First Day of the Rest of my Life, when I started living.

©Johnny J P Lee

29 July 2022

(An imaginary poem)

Photos Credit J. P. Lee

#poetryportal #writerscreeds #smittenbypoetry #writtenconsiderstions #acrobat888 #the subservient human #poetselixir #poetic stories

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popcornpoppin · 2 years

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➳ Settling differences ➳ - b. l.

pairing: Billy Loomis x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: s m u t (18+!!!!), swearing, drinking, violence (just a little), blood kink, choking, some angst

Prompts: “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”, "but can that asshole do this.", “Shut up and take your pants off”, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

a/n: I wrote two different scenarios and couldn´t decide on one (*insert joke about my sexuality here*) and so I´m posting both. The beginning and ending are the same for both so I´ll post the “alternative” scenario beneath (without the beginning and ending) and you can decide which you prefer. I really don´t know how I feel about this one so I might go back and edit it sometime. anyway enjoy lovelies x

Billy couldn´t believe you were out on a date with Steve Orth. Steven fucking Orth. Of all the students in your school you were out with one of the biggest idiots on the football team, and that was saying a lot - it was the football team after all. And no he wasn't jealous. Billy could have anyone he wanted. It was just the fact that you could do so much better that bothered him. No he wasn't jealous. Not at all...Well, if he was completely honest - ideally you would date him. But anyone would be better than Steve. Actually scratch that, he didn't want you to date anyone else. No one was good enough for you. Not even himself. Especially not himself.

Of course he couldn´t fully blame you for not dating him, he hadn't actually asked you out but that was just because it was risky. What if he asked and you said no? Then he'd lose the friendship of the coolest girl he'd ever met. Sure, Stu was great, but things were always more fun when you were there. You were a good balance to him and Stu. The other thing that plagued him was that if you started dating then that would complicate his and Stu´s little “extra curricular activity”. Hiding the killings from you would be difficult and he also didn't love the idea of lying to you, and if you dated then he would be forced to lie to you for your own safety.

He was standing in Stu's house leaning against the back of the couch, turned towards the front door. He hadn't managed to look away from the door other than the few times he had quickly glanced at the clock. You were supposed to join him and Stu to watch some new horror movie that Stu had recently picked up at the video store. Billy didn't care all that much about the movie, he loved horror movies but whenever you were there he was too distracted by your presence to pay any attention to the movie; all he could look at was you.

“You know she's not getting here any faster if you keep staring at the door right?” Stu piped up from his slanted position in one of the comfy living room chairs. He wasn't looking at Billy, he was fiddling with the empty beer bottle in his hand, he didn't need to since Billy had been in the same exact position since he arrived.

“Shut up fuckrag” Billy spat back without turning his head. It was 10:15pm, you were supposed to be here already. If Steve had even so much as briefly touched you, and Billy found out about it, he was a dead man.

“I´m just saying man” Stu continued, completely ignoring and unbothered by Billy´s response “maybe it´s time that you either get over her or just fucking tell her how you feel, instead of spending every day like some sad, lost puppy. I mean I get it, she definitely has a great pair of -”

The door handle rattled before it was slowly pushed down.

Stu´s words died in his throat and his eyes shot to the door that Billy's eyes had been boring holes in. Billy quickly jumped onto the couch so it wouldn't look like he had been waiting for you.

Then the door fully opened revealing you.

“Hey” You greeted “Sorry I'm late, you guys got everything?”

“Yup” Stu replied, popping the p. “The movie is in the dvd player, popcorn and beer is on the table.”

“Cool” You traced off, your eyes landing on Billy. He was laid with his legs covering the entire couch. His eyes were staring at you, intensely, again. Something was off though. He was being unusually quiet. Sure for the most part he was the quiet, stoic type; which could be very intimidating to some. But not with you. Usually he´d at least greet you or make some space for you on the couch. You tilted your head giving him an inquiring look but rather than say anything he broke his gaze and looked away. You kicked off your shoes and removed your jacket before walking towards the boys and plopping yourself down on the couch next to Billy, forcing him to move his legs and sit up, since it was the only available spot that wasn´t the floor. You looked towards him and whispered a small ´hey´ as Stu started the movie. Still nothing. Had you done something to upset him?

You grabbed a beer from the table before using the edge of the table to push off the cap. You took a long sip and leaned back, eyes landing on the tv. 30 minutes passed. You were still turned towards the tv but you weren't really watching the movie. The atmosphere in the room was weird, not light and joking the way it usually was. Something was off with Billy, that was clear. But you couldn't pinpoint what it was, if it was something you had done or if something had happened at home with his dad. Even though he sometimes was more closed off than normal, it usually didn't feel as suffocating as this. He had shown up to movie night though so it couldn´t be something too bad. Glancing at him from the side of your eye you could see that he was chugging down yet another beer, it was his fourth one; you had counted. You were still on your first, only taking small sips every now and again so you could have an excuse not to say anything. Rather than chugging down beers left and right, which seemed to be Billy´s strategy to avoid talking about the situation, you were silently picking at the label on your beer bottle. Stu was the only one who occasionally would comment on something that happened in the movie. Since you weren't paying attention you couldn't add anything to the conversation so you just nodded and added some silent “mhm”s. This was so fucking awkward. More time passed, you couldn't tell how much because every minute in the silence felt like a lifetime.

“Okayyyy, this is fucking weird” Stu piped up, finally having had enough. He paused the movie and turned towards the two of you on the couch “Both of you have been completely silent the entire time you´ve been here. And sure, I don´t mind carrying the conversation, I´ll be the first to admit I like the sound of my own voice but not this fucking much. It's like I killed you and placed the corpses on the couch for company”

“Jesus christ Stu” You laughed “That sure was vivid”

“Just continue the fucking movie Stu” Billy silently growled, finally saying something for the first time since your arrival.

“No. Absolutely not. You guys are being fucking odd and it´s bumming me out. So whatever it takes to fix this” He motioned between the two of you “-do it. Talk to each other, fuck each other, hit one another, I don´t care just do it.”

“Why do I have to do anything?” You asked rather exasperated “Billy is the one that´s being immature” you muttered, earning a scoff and an eye roll from Billy.

“Man, you both are!” Stu exclaimed, clearly fucking done with the two off you. You'd never seen him this worked up about anything besides horror movies that didn't include a shot of some perky tits. “We all have our roles to play in this little friend group, okay? Like Billy is the silent, protective one and you´re the hot, caring one. So you guys need to become friends again so I can go back to being the immature, lovable one because you will not take that from me and I´m not taking sides in this weird divorce”

“Just drop it Stu” Billy muttered.

“No, not this time. You´re gonna fix this. We´re out of beer anyways, since Billy has been throwing them back like he´s a teacher who's given up on life, so you can go to the garage to get more and then talk there” He waved you off towards the garage “I´m not turning the movie back on until you´ve made up so shoo”

“Whatever, let's just get it over with” You mumbled, standing up and heading towards the garage. Billy rolled his eyes again but nevertheless stood up to follow you. You walked through the kitchen and held the door leading into the garage open, Billy walked slowly behind you dragging his feet. Once you had both entered the garage you closed the door and turned towards Billy who was standing a few meters in front of you with his hands in his pockets. “Okay, seriously what is wrong with you tonight?” You nearly spat.

“What? What's wrong with me?” Billy replied incredulously.

“Yes! You haven't said a word to me since I entered the door.”

“Oh, ´cause ´hey´ is such a monologue?” He retorted.

“At least I've tried to act like we normally do. You´re the one who´s been silently moping and acting fucking weird.” you crossed your arms and let your eyes drift around in the garage.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, rubbing a hand tirelessly over his face.

“At least say something!” you exclaimed, your arms shooting forward before landing on your sides.

“Why? There's no point in talking about it, let´s just fucking drop it and go back inside. I'm sure Stu will turn the movie on eventually” his face looked anywhere but at you.

“Actually-” You started, ignoring what he said as a thought dawned on you “when I think about it, you´ve been pouting ever since I told you that Steve asked me out, so what’s going on?”

“Fine, you wanna know what I think?” He replied, his eyes finding yours, clearly agitated “Steven Orth is a fucking dick. Why the fuck would you ever agree to go on a date with someone like him? Do you have no standards or something?”

“Oh, you´re one to talk about standards” you replied cooly, your volume increasing more and more the more annoyed and hurt you got “You can just fuck your way through the entire fucking cheerleading squad but I can´t go on a date with one guy from the football team?”

He sighed “That's not-” He started, trying to find the right words, but you didn't let him.

“No, you listen to me, Loomis. For once you´re gonna shut the fuck up and listen to me. If who I go on a date with bothers you then you can shove it because I am so fucking sick and tired of having to see your little parade of tarts all over school and having to keep my mouth shut whilst you have an opinion on every single guy I go out with. That's not how friends are supposed to act-”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” he grumbled.

You continued “So no I won't have it, I won't let you-” you lost your train of thought as his words settled on you “Wait what?”

Suddenly Billy rushed forward and crashed his lips onto yours.

“What are you-” You tried to get out the question but Billy wouldn't let you.

“Shut up” He growled, crashing his lips onto yours again. “You talk too much”. This time you answered by kissing him back. Billy backed you into a metal shelf that stood in the garage and pulled down your tank top to play with your tits. You weren't wearing a bra so his mouth quickly found your nipples and started sucking on them one at a time, sometimes catching them with his teeth and nibbling a little. The louder your moans of his name grew, the more spurred on and rougher he got. At a particularly loud and whiny moan he bit down hard on the side of your tit, it drew blood. That seemed to turn him on even more as he lapped and kissed at the small wound. He shot you a brief look to see how you felt about it but since you only tugged his hair harder and didn't show any forms of protest he took that as your consent and repeated the sequence at a few different places.

When he felt he had given your chest area enough attention he started kissing down your stomach whilst his hands slithered up your thighs and underneath your skirt. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your thong and slid it down your thighs before he let it drop to the floor, moving a bit so you could step out of it. When that was done he moved in close again, this time allowing his tongue to lick up your thigh before finding your clit. Whilst his tongue lapped at your clip his hands were steadying your hips. He used his broad shoulders to shove your legs wider apart before using his right arm to hook your left leg over his shoulder, before placing his hand on your hip again. It gave him even better access to your cunt and made his tongue even more relentless as it licked and sucked. Thanks to Billy´s skilled mouth you had long forgotten where the two of you were. You weren't rushing things by any means, even though Stu was probably waiting for the two of you in the living room, yet it felt like time moved too fast. There were so many pent up feelings and so much desire that the two of you had been holding in, fearing the other´s reaction. You just wanted to stay with him like that for hours.

As you leaned back against the metal shelf, with Billy in front of you on his knees, your breathing was getting heavier by the second as you got closer to your release. Billy´s head was buried between your legs, his tongue now licking your folds over and over again and his thumb had started playing with your clit. The sound of moans and groans echoed around the garage. “Bi-Billy, stop” you managed to stutter out but it couldn´t be a very convincing motion as it mostly came out as a whine.

“What?” He removed his face from your cunt and looked up at you with a confused look, he was still on his knees and still close enough that his hot breath fanned your pussy “Why?”

“Take your pants off” you demanded, lifting your leg and removing it from his shoulder. Billy looked a bit taken aback but quickly got to his feet and complied. He slowly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers far enough down so that his hardened cock could spring free. Lord was it big. Once he had removed every item of clothing from his lower half your lips found his again as you hooked your right leg around his hip. He gripped your left thigh and lifted it up and around his hip to match your action before he moved his grip so that he now was holding you up, his lips not even once leaving yours. He carried you so that you were once again against the shelf, this time rather than leaning against it though he had you pressed into it, the edges of the shelves pressing a bit uncomfortably into your lower back. You swiftly helped him remove his shirt before your arms gripped the cool metal for support. He quickly entered you, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers before he started pushing into you. At first he was slow and methodical, letting you adjust to his size but he quickly lost his patience - wildly picking up the pace. He moved the hand that wasn 't intertwined with yours up your body before wrapping it around your throat, pressing tightly.

“Can that asshole Steven Orth do this?" He growled out, nearly spitting Steve´s name. It was like venom in his mouth.

“No, just you baby” You managed to choke out, due to lack of air. “You´re the only one that can make me feel this good”

“That's what I thought” he smirked, easing up the pressure on your neck. He seemed to really get off on it as his pace had picked up even more and his thrusts were roughly slamming into you. You removed one of your hands from the nape of his hair and used it to lift the hand he had loosely wrapped around your throat to your mouth. You took his thumb into your mouth and started sucking, simulating a blowjob. Billy cursed under his breath.

You had tried to hold it in for as long as you could but it was all becoming too much to bear.

“Billy, I don't think I can handle anymore” you whimpered.

“Cum for me baby” he replied, his lips finding yours in a chaste kiss before you came undone.

He bounced you a few more times on his cock and you bit down on his thumb in agony which prompted him to his own release. He carefully lifted you off himself and placed you back down on the ground, holding your hips for stabilization until he was sure you could stand on your own. He leaned in and gave you a long, sweet kiss before dragging his pants and underwear up again and starting to buckle his belt. You found your discarded thong and bent down to pick it up, making sure that your ass was facing Billy as you slowly stepped into it and pulled it up. He roughly smacked your ass which resulted in a giggle from you.

“You´re a fucking tease, you know that?” he smiled.

“Oh I know” you smirked, turning away from him and starting to walk towards the door that led back into the house “Now come on loverboy. I'm sure Stu´s gone mad without us”

Walking through the kitchen and into the living room again with some extra swing in your hips, knowing that Billy was following not far behind you and definitely staring at your ass, you put your hands up in surrender as your eyes landed on Stu's face “Don´t worry Stu, we made up” You announced before plopping down on the couch, your legs threatening to give out from Billy´s size and the pace he had been going at.

“Oh I heard” Stu replied, grinning brightly at the two of you “Oh Billyyyyyyy yes right there, don´t stop” Stu did a huge, exaggerated moan before falling back in a fit of laughter.

Knowing Stu, he had probably gotten off to the sounds of the two of you.

“Shut up fuckrag” Billy grumbled, smacking the back of Stu´s head, before sitting down next to you on the couch pulling you onto his lap. His arms snaked around your waist and you hummed contently as he placed a kiss on the back of your neck. You had no hope of paying any attention to the rest of the movie, as the events that had transpired in the garage played over in your head and Billy´s warm hands rested dangerously close to your cunt.

Alternate scene (this was heavily inspired by Suits, don´t sue me):

“Fine, you wanna know what I think? Steven Orth is a fucking dick. Why the fuck would you agree to go on a date with him someone like him? Do you have no standards or something?”

“Oh, you´re one to talk about standards” you replied cooly, your volume increasing more and more the more agitated you got “You can just fuck your way through the entire fucking cheerleading squad but I can´t go on a date with one guy from the football team? Explain to me why that is”

He sighed “That's not what I meant-” He started, completely dodging your question.

“That is such bullshit! That is what you meant and you know it! You have an opinion on every single guy that asks me out and when I ask you about it you brush it off or you act cagey with me just like you´re doing now.

“Let's not do this now, not here” he replied, closing his eyes and clenching his fists - clearly trying to keep his cool.

“There's always some secret or some story or some lie. I don´t understand why” you exclaimed, tears welling in your eyes, your emotions starting to get the better of you.

“You don´t understand what I've been through!” He yelled, taking you by surprise “You don´t understand what I have lost. Because it's everything, everyone I've loved has left me. And I am not ready to lose you!” he was all up in your face now, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The vein in his neck was pulsing. “Not today”

“Then tell me” You almost whispered, your eyes finding his.

He was silent for a long time. “I don´t want you to date those fucking assholes because I want you to date me”

Silence.

“What?” You whispered, your eyes searching his, trying to gauge if he was being truthful.

“You heard me” was all he said back, waiting for your reaction.

You slapped him. “Don´t you fucking joke about that Loomis”

“Y/N-”

You slapped him again.

“I-”

You went to slap him again but he grabbed your wrist before you got the chance. You ripped your hand out of his grip and turned to leave. Billy once again grabbed your wrist, forcing you to look at him. You both launched forward towards one another, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss. His hands found your lower back as he gently pushed you against a metal shelf, yours found his neck, gripping the ends of his hair.

His lips moved to your neck, biting and sucking, planting hickeys everywhere. You turned around so your back was to his chest as you gently removed your top before moving his hands to cover your breasts. He palmed and kneaded them before starting to flick your nipples between his fingers. After letting him play with them for a bit your lips found his again as you turned around, hooking your right leg around his hips. He gripped your left thigh and lifted it up and around his hips before he moved his grip so that he was holding you up, his lips never leaving yours. He carried you so you were once again against the shelf. You swiftly helped him remove his shirt before your arms gripped the cool metal for support. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers far enough down so that his hardened cock could spring free. Lord was it big. His hand slid beneath your skirt to pull down your thong. He quickly entered you, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers before he started pushing into you. At first he was slow and methodical, letting you adjust to his size but he quickly lost his patience - picking up the pace. His thrusts got more and more rough as he continued slamming into you. Tears pooled in your eyes and you bit down on Billy´s shoulder to ease some of the pressure. Billy cursed under his breath. You loved the sensation of him in you, but he was big and stretching your walls to the brim so you knew you wouldn't last long. You tried to the best of your ability to hold it in for as long as you could but it was all becoming too much to bear.

“Billy, I don't think I can handle anymore” you whimpered.

“Cum for me baby” he rasped, his lips finding yours in a chaste kiss before you came undone.

“You´re a fucking tease, you know that?” he smiled.

“Oh I know” you smirked, turning away from him and starting to walk towards the door that led back into the house “Now come on loverboy. I'm sure Stu´s gone mad without us”

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coco-goat-milk · 3 years

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Hello! May I request the kids with a Rengoku! Reader? I feel like his character’s overall energy would serve great with them, especially as an older sibling!

Rengoku! reader x Klee, Qiqi and Diona (platonic)

Pronounce: She/him/they, no pronounce mentioned so i won't either!

Warning: Slight spoilers for Rengoku, Qiqi and Diona, Mentions of alcohol, Mentions of Ganyu x reader

A/n: Moshi moshi~ cutie, Yes i agree! I really think this dynamic is adorable<3 Oh and I'm back everyone, and I'm sorry it’s so short :)

Reblog, comments and likes are highly appreciated!!!

Klee

First time meeting:

When you first arrived in Mondstadt to help the knights of favonius bc they are lazy you also got introduced to Klee, at first you were shocked that a child was a knight.

She was immediately amazed by you, first of all you look so cool! Second of all you were very...uh.. bright.

She immediately ran up to you asking for your name.

You were immediately enamored with the cute child and decided that you would surprise adopt her.

When you two get closer:

ARSON

No but seriously whenever she blows up fish in the lake you would just encourage her. Basically you stand beside the lake and laugh brightly while she blasts fish into oblivion.

Each time she sees you she always runs towards you expecting hugs!

She also loves playing with you whenever you can, mostly it involves fish blasting or searching for flowers.

She loves it when you braid her hair, especially when the two of you take a picnic and she makes a flower crown.

She really loves listening to you talking about all your fight stories, she will boast about you to the other knights about how cool and strong you are.

Whenever you two get something to eat and you yell “UMAI” in the beginning she is kinda shocked but soon after she joins in.

Whenever she eats anything and it tastes good she yells “UMAI” it has become a habit for her. The first time she did it people looked at her scared but she just kept going.

Whenever she is confinement she draws pictures of you and her together <3

She also likes to play games with you like tag and hide and seek, she also enjoys watching you fight.

You always make sure that she doesnt hurt herself nor cry, so that often leads towards her getting her way with you. (i mean bombing fishes and such)

She really enjoys your warm and big cuddles<3

When the two of you walk through Mondstadt she always asks for you to hold her, and who are you to deny that! You always place her on your shoulder while the two of you laugh brightly.

Klee really wants to cook or bake with you, and she wants to wear matching aprons!

Kawaii (人◕ω◕)

Oh and the two of your aesthetics match it’s adorable :3

Qiqi

First time meeting:

She questioned the honesty of your bright smile-

But she soon understood that everything about you was sincere.

She really liked how honest and nice you were, she hadn't felt that joy in a long time :/

You thought she was adorable, she reminded you of your own little sibling.

Snek man was busy so you took Qiqi outside to play <3

She liked you very much even though she forgot your name a lot of times :p

When you two get closer:

She doesn't really remember people that much but she remembers you! Because of your bright smile and bright aesthetic.

And she always tries to scribble as many details about you down in her notepad<3

She really enjoys the concern and honest love you give her.

unlike someone else who is fake asf

She always looks forward to your visits :)

Since you yourself have a little brother you can take good care of her, she is a little different then other kids but you still treat her like one!

She is very happy with that although it's not really obvious, you know she is!

It's kind of funny how your personalities contrast each other-

You are very protective over her. When she told you about Hu tao, you would rescue her

Sometimes she questions how you can be so enthusiastic.

She doesn't really ask you for a lot of things, but she sometimes asks you if you bought her Coco goat milk (my username ;) and whenever she asks for something you bring it to her in a heartbeat<3

The first time you looked for Coco goat milk you found this beautiful girl, the girl was honestly shocked by your slightly obnoxious behavior but she found you cute and really sweet. She helped you search for ‘coco goat milk’ but it ended up being coconut milk.

Now everytime you visit Qiqi you bring her Coconut milk, she will have this small cute smile on her face. Which makes you smile even more oh my how bright can you get?

You like to bring her to walk around Liyue, you always hold her hand so she doesn't get lost. People sometimes get scared because of your loud voice booming over anyone else's.

She likes to take picnics with you and Ganyu, it gives her this unfamiliar but happy feeling of family!

Qiqi is lowkey a matchmaker for you and Ganyu, she makes the two of you hold hands and while Ganyu lowkey dies with a red face your laugh is as bright as the sun.

Your bright and happy presence always manages to give Qiqi a small smile on her face.

Whenever she is sleepy while you two are away you pick her up and try to be as quiet as possible.

Diona

First time meeting:

In the beginning she didn't like you because she thought you drank alcohol, but then you just asked for a normal drink?? What, how is that possible…

When you found out that basically a kid was working in a winery, you thought you were drunk.

Like honestly why is a kid working with alcohol, anyways you decided to ignore him since y’know Genshin logic.

She was kind of rude in the beginning until you decided to just order some drink without alcohol, suddenly she was kind of you.

You really sat there like ( ´･‿･`)?

Anyways, you decided to spend time with the kid because your caring sibling side decided to act up.

When you two get closer:

You don’t drink alcohol whenever you are with her, she appreciates it so much but she doesn't say that ofc.

She huffs whenever you pat her head but she secretly loves it <3 She expects headpats whenever the two of you meet up.

She really wants to go hunting with you as well, and when you show off your strength she will be so amazed :3

^You are now officially her idol, she looks up to you so much.

Diona wants you to teach her tricks with her sword, because the moment she saw you fight with your sword she was enamored.

You do not like her dad...honestly who does..but anyways you full on ignore him and try to ignore him as much as you can. Because of that you are pretty protective over her as well.

She actually enjoys it whenever you bring her gifts, quite likes it when you gift her plushies and bring her homemade sweet potatoes.

Was very embarrassed when you yelled out ‘UMAI’ and scolded you for it, but when someone looks at you weirdly be ready for a hissing kitty with her nails bared at the person.

She doesn't like it when others take away your attention, Diona will attack those people.

(omg im so sorry but i don't have more headcanons-)

#genshin klee #klee x reader #genshin qiqi #qiqi x reader #diona genshin impact #genshin diona #diona x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #ganyu x y/n #ganyu x reader

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dean-samw67 · 3 years

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Not Fair

Sang-woo x GN! Reader

(p/n) - player number

(e/c) - eye color

Warnings ⚠️⚠️: angst, death

Words: 666

You joined to get money but once you knew what was happening you had selfish intentions. You would do whatever you had to, sacrifice any person you had to. Just so you would get out alive. That's only how it started. It wasn't until you knew Cho Sang-woo that you changed those intentions.

Typically you didn't fall fast. But in here, with your lives on the line that made feelings develop a little faster. But they were feelings that were held inside. Sure when he gave you a small smile while you two talked your heart beat out of your chest. And when you laughed at his stupid jokes his mind would race with thoughts of you two winning together and living a life together after. But both of you assumed love made you weak. And weakness can't be tolerated in here. But you both mentally promised to get out together even if the other didn't know.

You were now half way through your marble game. Your partner was winning. You try to remain calm as sweat drips from your forehead. You dump out one last marble. Your hands begin to tremble as your death continues to inch closer and closer. Your eyes dart to your partner who holds their fist out.

"E-even." You stutter. The evilest smile spreads on her lips. She opens her hand to reveal three marbles. "No..." You shake your head as she snatches the marble from your hand. Your heart sinks to your feet as you swing your head around to the guard who's gun barrel is in between your eyebrows now.

"Player (p/n) eliminated."

Back in the bunk room Sang-woo was standing staring at the door. Every second that passed and you didn't come in made him fear more. As soon as he saw your partner walking in he felt sick to his stomach and as if everything around him was spinning. The person he had fallen for and wanted to get out with was gone. He was pulled from the trance by Gi-hun placing a hand on his shoulder.

His jaw was clenched and his hand were made into fists. Not even acknowledging Gi-hun he walks towards the partner of the person he loved. He grabs her shirt.

"How could you do this?!" He shouts in her face.

"Woah woah! Sang-woo!" Gi-hun calls.

"They didn't deserve this!" Sang-woo's words were full of hurt as he tried his hardest to keep them from faltering. "You should have died! Not them!"

"It was a game which one of us lost fair and square!" The woman shouts back at him which just made him angrier.

"Fair!? Fair!? How is it fair that they died and you got to live!?" He shakes her. "They had so much to live for!?"

"So do I! So do all of us! It was no different!" She screams. He throws her to the ground. The pain Sang-woo felt was nothing he had before. He felt guilt because he could have saved you. If he had been your partner he could have saved you. Made sure you were still alive. He didn't get to admit his feelings. He didn't get to tell you what had been eating him up inside. He didn't get to hold your hand, or kiss you. He won't get to leave here with you and start his family. Instead be will constantly regret the fact that he didn't get over himself sooner and admit to you what went through his head anytime he saw you. He'll never see that smile again or hear that laugh. He'll never hear your voice again when you say the goofy things you always did. He'll never see your (e/c) eyes again.

He felt miserable. But he knew that in the next game he would get revenge for your death. He won't let her get away with what she did. He won't let her get away with taking away your life. His life. Your guys future together.

(A little short fic for the day because I don't think I'll get chapter 5 of Love & Loss out today but I got this idea and decided to write it for you guys)

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just-someone-who-likes-to-write · 3 years

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hello 👋🏻 i was wondering if you could write different kissing/kisses scenarios with Jonathan? just tooth rotting fluff, maybe a desperate kiss where they feel they might lose one another or something yanno? THANK YOU ILYILY

YES!!!

Note I don't have access to my laptop, that's why this time is a bit different, so I'm sorry if this came out weird because I'm typing it from my phone.

Either was I hope you enjoy!

((LOOK AT THOSE LIPS!!.. I'D KISS HIM!!))

• Morning Kiss

Jonathan groaned annoyingly at the one ray of sun light that was able to escape the dark heavy curtains of the equally dark room. His first instinct was to get up from the bed, move to the curtains ,and close them properly. However, that was all forgotten when her realized the small weight that pressed his arm to the bed, he smiled as he looked down at your sleeping face. Carefully, Jonathan layed back down, ignoring the light that woke him up and focused at you. He has said how he loved the look of fear in people's faces, but when he is with you he wants to see nothing but your smiles and the peaceful look you have now as upu slept. Leaning down, he gently pressed his lips to yours and proceeded to shower you with kiss, when he heard your giggles it encouraged him to keep going, until you are fully up, which would take a while. The master of fear had always preferred the night, but since he met you he started to love mornings even more.

•Angry Kiss

"Fuck You!" You yelled before turning away to leave to your room.

"(Y/n), please wait!" Called Jonathan and he walked after you.

"No!" You said mot stopping as you went up the stairs. "You alway do that, you promise you'd make time for me everytime, and lile everytime I belive you, like an Idiot!"

When you were almost about to reach your room jonathan graped your wrist to stop you. It wasn't a strong hold, a gentle one that you could get free if you pulled your hand away hard enough. But you didn't and just stopped in your place but did not face him.

"I know I have been a terrible boyfriend to you, my love." He started. "I am so sorry,but please know that I am truely trying so hard to spend more time with you, but the Legion-"

"The Legion this, the Legion that, with how much you use them as an excuse you sound like a broken record!" You spat before pulling your arm away and faced him. He looked so guilty but you stood your ground. "I know your reputation as a villain is important, and I was ready to be patient through it all, when you have your all nighters, your meetings, and even when you get send to Arkham."

"My love-"

"7 MONTHS!!" He cut him off. "We haven't been able to be alone in the same room let alone set together for 7 months, I don't even remember that I have a boyfriend unless I see the news to see you in it!"

"I promise to be there more!" He said quickly. "I will take a break from the Legion, I will even take us on a vacation to that place you love so much, even if the Legion called me for assistant I will ignore them, I will be here for you for as long as you want me! "

All that didn't effect you because he said it all before, but what calmed your anger is what he said it next.

"Please...don't leave me."

His voice sounded so broken and lost. there was a pause between you two before you let out and angry groan, and get a hold of his shirt collar, which suprised him, and pulled him to you, where your crashed your lips to his. Jonathan was so lost and confused but he didn't pull away and gave in to you. The kiss was so agressive, heated, and before you pulled away you bit his lower lip making him wince in pain. The bute drew a bit of blood.

"You better keep your promise this time." You smirked. "Or I'll have to punish you~"

• Desperate Kiss

Like the joker you were Jonathan's Harley, but unlike the mad clown jonathan never abused you. In fact, he'd always keep you close to him at all times, you were his lab partner, the first head seek their opinion on his next plan, and whenever they'd face the batman, he'd send the henchmen to fight while dragging you with him to escape. There were couple of times where you were caught and sent to jail, and because you are not insane the judge would always send to spend time in regular jail for women which makes jonathan go into a frenzy, needing couple of guards to hold him down as the others took you away. Of course, the moment he escapes arkham he breaks you out the same night.

It wasn't long for a rumor to break loss of the two of you dating. You ignored it, which was hard considering how Harley and Ivy would poke you around to make you "Confess", which was never satisfying since your answer was always "We are not dating". The rumor became a reality, when jonathan confessed his love for you and asking you out for a date. Least to say, you were lovely dovey, even when your relationship lasted years, you still acted as if you were have become lovers recently. Despite the ups and Downs of being beaten by the bat, and seperated in court, you were happy.

Until that Halloween night, where Jonathan had planned something... really... Very ...bad. It was so bad that after you were caught and sentenced to jail for life as usual you found out from TV that Jonathan was sentenced to death. You felt your face grow pale and body grow cold at the news. He was being guarded by batman himself to assure he won't escape, that same night you had sever panic attack that they sent your to the infirmary to calm you down before you hurt yourself or others. You tried to escape by yourself but it always failed and ended up with you being beaten by the gaird and sent to solitary. One night a couple of guards took you away and sneaked you out of jail, you were confused by the lake of show, jonathan would put as he broke you out, but you were still excited, thinking he had escaped and came to get you. But was disappointed when you handed a letter from him telling you leave to the agreed location, and with it was tickets. The same day you escaped prison you left the country with the confident that Jonathan will come after you. Months past and you heard nothing from him or of him. Every day you'd go to the post office and asked if there was any letters by your "Fake Name" but every time nothing, you'd stay up at night thinking he'd be walking through the door every moment now.

After a whole year had and you broke down crying because by now you believed that jonathan had died a long time ago and you were hanging to a hope that wasn't there. You were crying so hard that you didn't notice the warm arms that wrapped around you until you were brought against a hard chest. You gasped and looked uo only to be met with tearful blue eyes of jonathan. You didn't think, you quickly wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and pulled him to a desperate kiss, he kissed you back as his hand went and and down your back to calm you down. When you stopped kissing you didn't pull away and only hugged him tighter and rested your head on his shoulder.

"P..Please ...don't go away.. " You begged between sniffs, thinking this was just a hallucination. "Don't leave me alone again."

Jonathan hugged you tighter, deeply regretting not giving a sign of him being alive, how he broke out, how he needed to do many favors for other villains to help him retire, obtain enough money to last you a life time,and live the peaceful life you both have ever dreamed of.

"I promise, I won't."

• Distracting Kiss

You came home from work excited. They finally gave you the vacation that you have been asking for and you wanted nothing more than to spend it with Jonathan. You were daydreaming about all the things you had planned for the both of you when you almost tripped and fell over something, you looked down and recognized the item as Jonathan's shos.

You let out a sigh. Everytime he leaves his shoes at the door like that, it means that he had hurried to his lab to work again. Normally you'd just shrug it off and just head off and make food for him so he won't starve himself... Again. However, today you will no have that. You put your things aside and went to the basement where he had set a mini lab for him to work in, his original lab was in his secret hideout, but he still set a lab in your home so he won't have to go back and forth over small things. You stopped at the end of the stairs and just stared at a hunched over jonathan who was writing on paper as if it was his last day.

"Jonathan." You called sweetly. He lifted his head to look at you and give you a tired smile before going back to his work. That didn't set well with you. "What are you doing?"

"I am working on a new formula for the fear toxin." He answered not noticing you coming closer. "It came to me on my way back home-"

He stopped talking, writing, and breathing when you wrapped your arms around him, and pressed your front ti his back. But that wasn't what made him stop functioning, it was the kisses you were placing in the back of his neck and with how your hand were moving around his body. He let out a sigh of pleasure that he couldn't hold in.

"(Y/n) dear... Please stop." His voice struggling. "I need to go back to work."

"And I need attention." You pressed your body on him more to be able to whisper in his ear. "A lot of it."

Jonathan tried to resist you could see it. He took his pen again and started to continue writing but this time slower than before. You held back a laugh at his determination, and decided to do your own testing, you started kissing up and down his neck. You knew all his weak spots and so it was only a matter of minutes before Jonathan gave up and turned around to give a direct kiss, which muffled your laughs as he lifted you up to your shared room where he will give you all the attention you want.

•Chaste Kiss

You and jonathan were setting together in the living room, you were watching whatever was on TV on the wide sofa, while he was reading in his seperated chair. Expect, he wasn't reading at all, he was staring at you while resting his head on his hand. You looked so beautiful, that he knew very well when he first saw you, but your beauty became even greater the moment he knew you more. You were so smart, sweet, kind, and most importantly patient. When he would be sent to arkham, when he would come injured from a failed crime attempt, when he made a lab in your basement. The list can go forever, yet she still stayed with him and when he asked her why she just answered with...

"I love you, that's why."

It bewildered him, confused him, he found no sense to give up all that for someone just because they loved them, but the warm feeling he felt by your words silenced everything else. He never told you those words, but that doesn't mean the feeling isn't mutual. His eyes trailed to her lips, which made him realize how in the past he hated any kind of physical touch, that just the mention of kissing made him feel disgust. But now he doesn't seem to have enough from her sweet kisses, even in their intimate moments he would make sure to ravish her lips the most... Aside from other areas.

"Why are you smiling?" You asked pulling him out of his train of thought, you also were smiling but he could also see a bit of blush obviously embarrassed by the realization that he was staring at her while smiling.

Jonathan didn't answer, he careful closed his book and got up and left to the other room, missing the pout you had, but it was quickly replaced with bewilderment as he came back after putting his book away, and instead of setting back in his chair he went to set next to her. (Y/n) still looked confused but pleased, he smiled down at her before placing his hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. He could feel her tense in surprise before quickly relaxing. The kiss wasn't heated or deep, just a simple and gentl kiss.

"Jonathan, what-" you tried to asked after the two of you pulled away but he cut you off with un expected words.

"I love you." He said as he stared into her wide eyes.

He never said those words for he preferred his actions to speak louder, but those simple words seemed to please his lover quite a lot.

•Unexpected Kiss

"Shit!" You exclaimed as you jumped up from your desk and started gathering papers and other items from your desk. Jonathan who once in a while would visit your office for a coffee break looked confused if not surprised by hearing you curse.

"What's the matter?" He asked as he silently watched you go through your drawers searching.

"I forgot my mother is going arrive to Gotham today!" You said as you put stuff in your suit case. "I told her that I'd pick her up after work, but I forgot it was today!"

That's going to be troubling considering the distant between the airport and Arkham." He said casually sipping his coffee.

"I KNOW!" You yelled desperately.

"Want me to drive you?" He asked and you shock your head as you wore your coat.

"Thanks for the kind offer Jonathan, but I'll be able to handle it this time." You said getting ready to leave, you went to your place which was across from him and drank the rest of your coffee.

"Very well, just be careful and good luck." He said getting up to leave.

"Yeah thanks you too!" You said distractedly, but your next action left Jonathan with a look of pure shock, you kissed him on the lips before existing the office. "Lock the doors on your way out, thanks!! "

Jonathan was still staring with wide eyes at the direction you disappeared to. You had just kissed him and hadn't realized it yet, knowing you, you'd probably realize it only late at night when things had calmed down and you were alone with your thoughts. Now, you and him have only been friends in the work place at Arkham, but from your action just now, which happened because of two reasons, you genuinely wasn't aware of it, or deep down you wanted for them to be more than just friends, who drink coffee together, or go out for lunch after work.

He hoped for the later, but to finally find out he'd have to wait untill tomorrow morning, or later that night when she'd probably call him apologizing while being embarassed.

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I hope you guys liked this one and sorry for any error, again I wrote this on my phone.

#jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane imagine #Jonathan crane prompt

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looooooooomis · 3 years

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F I N A L G I R L | O N E

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t o n e | c o r n m a z e

masterlist here

pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 4.3k warnings: implied/referenced cheating, swearing (obv), angst, drinking, fluff, pending smut + mentions of smut. as mentioned, part 2 will be allllllllll the smut x

You were going to kill Randy.

In fact, as the five of you crossed the threshold into the corn maze, you thought of the various ways you could do it without it coming back to you. You could strangle him with the tape of one of his precious Jamie Lee Curtis flicks, you could push an entire shelving unit of said movies on him during one of his shifts, hell, you could just lure him over to your house with the promise of sex before ultimately throwing him out your window. Any of the above sounded good to you tonight because the bastard was running late. Which meant that you were currently fifth wheeling on what was supposed to be a slightly boozy corn maze with your friends. Only now it was a slightly boozy corn maze with yourself and two loved up couples as you all impatiently waited for the idiot to arrive.

Yeah, you were definitely going to kill Randy.

You and Randy were friends, had been for years, and you were always there for each other when it came to these types of activities. Nobody liked being a fifth wheel but at least with two single people in your little gaggle of friends, it made things easier. You were happy as a clam being single, you preferred it in many ways if you were being honest, but at least with Randy around, you could ignore the weight of his stare.

Billy’s stare.

His brown eyes were on you constantly. You could feel them on your skin, feel them raking over every inch of you as though he was trying to soak you in from afar. His stare had a weight to it, you found. No matter how far away he was or where you two were – be it at school or hanging out or even in a goddamn corn maze – you felt him all over you.

At least with Randy around, it was easy to ignore. The two of you could joke around and escape the couples long enough to focus on anything else but the weight of Billy’s stare. But tonight, it was impossible to ignore, and you hated Randy in that moment for unknowingly leaving you with the one man you hadn’t been able to get out of your head for the better part of three years.

You hated Billy more, though, for making you feel as though every inch of your skin was on fire. For making you feel this level of guilt each and every time you hung around with Sid. Sid was one of your best friends, as was Tatum, which only made this entire situation so much worse.

“You think they’ll kick us out if they find out we’re loaded?” Stu asked with a quiet chuckle, glancing behind them for effect as though he was being tailed by the owners of the farm.

Tatum smacked his chest. “Maybe if you said it a little louder, Shit for Brains.”

Stu giggled again and slipped his hand into his jacket before pulling out a mickey of cheap vodka wrapped haphazardly in a brown paper bag. “Then I guess they’d be really mad at this.”

Tatum opened her mouth to tell him off but seeing it as your only saving grace, you reached across the divide and plucked it out of his hands to take a big sip. The vodka burned all the way down your throat, and you could feel all eyes on you as you licked the remainder of it from your lips and bottled it back up before handing it back to Stu. “You’re a saint, Stu.”

“Damn, Y/N,” Tatum laughed, “I can’t even be mad at that.”

Stu was smirking across at you, knowing exactly why you were choosing the bottle tonight which only made you feel worse than you did. Of course he knew. Where there was a Billy, there was a Stu. The pair didn’t have secrets between them much to your chagrin which only made nights like this all the more awkward.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” Sid asked, sweet as ever.

Your stomach twisted in your gut at the genuine concern radiating off of Sid’s features and your heart fell into your stomach when you watched her lovingly place her head on Billy’s shoulder. Where the fuck was Randy?

“All good, Sid,” you smacked on a breezy grin and shot her what you only hoped was a convincing wink. “I haven’t done a corn maze since I was a kid, just preparing myself is all.”

Tatum leaned into Stu’s lean torso and frowned. “Why? You scared?”

“Nah, she’s not scared,” Stu hummed, grinning across at you with a gleam in his eye. “On edge, maybe. Why so jittery, girl?”

You rolled your eyes and flipped him the bird just as Billy spoke up. “She’s not jittery, pencil dick,” his velvety voice was closer than you’d expected and when you saw him reach for the bottle in Stu’s pocket to take a rather big gulp himself, you swallowed hard. “She’s just getting this party started.”

You held his stare for a moment, feeling your entire body light up like a switchboard, before the familiar voice of Randy rang out. Breathlessly, he waved you all down and grinned. “What’s this I hear about a party?”

Tatum rolled her eyes and hugged her jacket closer to her body. “About time you got here, dick, it’s fucking freezing out here.”

“I know a way we can warm up,” Stu teased as he leaned down to nibble at her neck.

Despite your mood, you found yourself smiling across at the pair. They were a good match and you could tell that Stu genuinely made Tatum happy. Just as Billy made Sid happy. Your smile fell at the thought.

Randy’s eyes circled around your group of friends briefly before he threw an arm around your unsuspecting shoulders. “What did I miss?”

“The usual,” you chimed in, smiling across at him. “Tatum and Stu sucking face, Billy and Sid cuddling up and me drinking my weight in cheap beer from Stu’s dad’s mini fridge in the garage.”

Randy grinned. “I chugged a couple beers before I left the video store, so good to know we’re all on the same level.”

Your chest was already starting to feel lighter now that Randy was around. Granted, Billy’s eyes hadn’t left yours for a second since Randy slung his arm around you, but that was to be expected. At least you had Randy here now. With that kind of distraction, you’d be just fine.

“Why don’t we make this interesting?” Billy suggested, running a hand through his unruly mop of brown hair. When everyone’s eyes were on him, you could have sworn he gave you a little smirk before shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “We should split up.”

“Fuck that,” Tatum laughed, “no chance in hell.”

“Yeah,” Sid agreed quietly, “I don’t know.”

“That’s literally what they tell you not to do in scary movies,” you chuckled. “When everyone splits up, trouble starts.”

Sid shivered and leaned into Billy’s chest. “Yeah, Billy, I don’t know. I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

“Oh, come on,” he was grinning excitedly now, looking between Stu and Randy for backup. “It’ll be like the movies. Dumb teenagers wander into a corn maze and split up for the sake of the plot. Halloween’s tomorrow - why the hell not, right?”

A slow grin began to pull on Stu’s face as he listened to Billy. There was a mutual understanding between the two men in that instance and if you blinked for just a second longer, you would have missed it.

It made you nervous.

“Dumb teens wander into a corn maze on the night before Halloween,” Randy repeated, “you know what, I like it. I’m in.”

You snapped your neck up to look at him. “What the hell happened to the Do’s and Don’ts of a horror movie? This is easily number one: Don’t split up.”

But Randy only shrugged. “I’m still a virgin, I’m safe.”

“How about you three idiots stick together,” Tatum gestured to the boys, “and the three of us stick together. Whoever makes it out first gets a prize.”

You and Sid were nodding along to her words, but Stu simply pulled her in for a quick kiss and laughed. “Or we all split up and see where the night takes us.”

“I’m not Lewis and Clark, Stu,” you grumbled, “I had every intention of letting Randy and Sid lead us out of here alive while the rest of us idiots followed.”

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Billy smirked across at you, “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

Sid seemed to still be unsure of the entire situation as she mulled over the suggestion. “Y/N is right, what if people get left behind?”

“It’s corn, not the berlin wall,” Stu pointed out incredulously. “Fucking walk through the stacks until you find an exit if you get too lost.” As if on cue, Stu’s eyes lit up as he noticed one particular bend of the maze that held six different options. With a burst of laughter, he took off running towards it and pointed to his newfound discovery. “If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is.”

You, Sid, and Tatum begrudgingly followed the boys to where Stu now stood giddily beaming across at everyone. “This is a stupid fucking idea,” Tatum grumbled as she took her place in the row beside her boyfriend. “We only brought one flashlight, how do you idiots plan on seeing the route?”

“Here,” Billy gently tossed the flashlight to Tatum and shrugged. “Moon is bright enough for me.”

With another roll of her eyes Tatum flicked the flashlight on and scowled across at her route. “Girls, if you see a flashlight, come to me.”

Stu laughed. “What about me?”

“You lost that right when you agreed to this stupid idea,” she groused. “You’re on your own.”

Grinning – and probably much drunker than he gave himself credit for – Stu rubbed his hands together and began counting down from three.

“You okay to do this, Sid?” You found yourself asking. Her mother had only died a few months prior and the idea of the poor girl meandering around alone in a cornfield sounded barbaric considering what she’d just been through.

“I’m fine,” Sid vowed, “I’ll see you guys soon.”

“It’s okay, Sid,” Randy muttered. “You’re safe, I promise.”

By the time Stu reached one, you took a hesitant step forward and embraced the darkness that surrounded you once you delved further and further down your path. You could hear the footsteps and crunches of the stacks around you as your friends eventually all split up to take their own trail and you swore that you heard Randy bump into Sid a few minutes in, putting you slightly at ease to know she wasn’t going through the maze alone. But, as time went on and you continued to circle the gigantic moonlight maze by yourself, your nerves began to eat away at you.

You weren’t one to scare easy but there was something about being on your own in the middle of a corn maze that was eerily off-putting. You’d seen Children of the Corn one too many times to feel at ease right now and the fact you could only see a few feet in front of you at any given time wasn’t helping one iota.

Hugging your denim jacket tighter around your body, you turned left and were met with a dead end. Groaning, you threw your head back in defeat and turned on your heel to retrace your steps but stopped when you heard a loud snap come from the wall of tall corn stacks before you. Swallowing hard, you narrowed your eyes in an attempt to see through the wall of decaying crop, but it was to no avail.

You couldn’t see a damned thing.

Another snap of a corn stock echoed out before you, making your skin crawl. Why the fuck had you agreed to splitting up? This is exactly how every horror movie you’d ever seen started and sure enough, here you were. About to be killed by a child of the corn on the eve of your favourite holiday.

Another snap.

And then, just as you were prepared to run for your life, a husky raccoon came bounding out of the thick hedge with a mouthful of hard corn. Your scream caught in your throat as you jumped back from the wild animal but, before you could think of bounding away, your back connected into someone’s chest.

With a high-pitched yelp, you turned only to be met with Billy’s wide brown eyes watching your every move. “Hey,” he cooed, reaching across to steady you. “You okay?”

That familiar cologne of his hit you like a tonne of bricks and for just a second, you allowed yourself to get lost in it. You knew that smell well. You couldn’t count how many times you’d woken up to that smell all over your pillows and sheets, wafting all over your bedroom like a slow mist that never quite subsided. Swallowing hard, you blinked out of your reverie and took an instinctual step back. “I’m fine,” you breathed out, “a racoon just scared me, is all.”

He glanced over your shoulder briefly before those brown pools soaked you in yet again. “You sure you’re okay?” He asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “You’ve barely said a word to me all week.”

You offered him a polite smile. “I’m fine, Billy. Just been a busy week. With swimming practice and—”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he muttered, voice strained. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Billy,” you sighed, pinching your brow, “I’m not doing this here. We can’t.”

His brows pulled together and a pained look crossed over his handsome features. “I meant what I said,” he rasped out. “You’re my girl, Y/N.”

“No, see that’s bullshit, Billy,” you bit back, “Sid is your girl. I’m just an easy lay. That’s all I’ve been for the last six months and I can’t do it anymore. I won’t.”

“You can’t believe that,” he stepped towards you and visibly flinched when you stepped back. “Sure, Sid’s a good girl but it’s compli—”

“Complicated,” you choked, “yeah, you’ve mentioned that a few hundred times in the last six months, Billy. And you’re right. It is complicated because me and you are making it complicated. For god’s sake, she’s one of my best friends, Billy. I’m fucking one of my best friends’ boyfriends. Do you get how fucked up that is?”

“Me and Sid are complicated,” he reiterated, ignoring your little tirade entirely. “But me and you, sweetheart, we work. We’ve always worked. You’re it for me. You’re my final girl.”

You shook your head and grabbed his wrist, yanking him closer to you to avoid having one of your friends creep up on the two of you and hear him rambling on. “Jesus, scream it a little louder, moron,” you growled, pulling him into the corner of the maze where the racoon had just jumped out of. “What is wrong with you? Do you want one of them to hear you?”

“I don’t care,” he admitted, “I miss you. I miss feeling you squirm against me when we watch a scary movie. I miss smelling you all over me the next morning. My fucking pillow smells like your shampoo and the fact that you haven’t so much as said a word to me this week is killing me, Y/N.”

Looking over his shoulder to ensure none of your friends were coming, you nearly hissed as you pulled him further into the thick wall of corn stocks. The tall stacks towered over the two of you and shielded you away from any prying eyes.

“One week, Billy. It’s been one week and it’s hurting you? Try being in love with someone for three fucking years and watching them fall in love with someone else. And then, when he can’t get his whistle wet with his girlfriend, he ends up in your bed.” You ground your teeth together in an effort to control the burst of emotion pounding in your chest. “That is the shit that hurts, Billy. I wasn’t good enough to be your girlfriend, but I was easy enough for you to sleep with and I was so enamoured with you that I was willing to overlook the fact I’m hurting Sid each and every time we do it. I won’t do it anymore.”

The moon managed to seep in through a barren patch of the maze wall and struck Billy in such a way that you lost your breath. Those brown eyes you’d fallen in love with all those years back were glued to your face. He’d always had this air of intensity about him but, right now, looking at the long shadows cast against his face from the illumination of the moon, that intensity had all but dissipated. You’d never seen Billy look more beautiful in your life.

The silence that followed your words was thick and tense, but those damn eyes never left your face. Not even for a second. Slowly, Billy leaned in and, in the softest voice you’d ever heard him speak, he managed to break your heart all over again. “You love me?”

“Oh, shut-up,” you snarled, “like you didn’t know.”

“How the fuck would I have known that?” he whispered, taking a step closer to you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you?” You snapped. “Billy, you have a girlfriend. I’m already fucking you, what am I going to do? Confess all of this in between sucking your dick and packing up before Sidney catches wind of us?”

“Don’t cheapen it,” he cautioned, “not when it comes to us.”

“There is no ‘us’, Billy!” You reminded him. “There is a you and there is a Sidney. Then there is me.”

“Fuck Sidney,” he snarled through gritted teeth. “And don’t act like it’s only been sex between us.”

You snorted. “Maybe the odd movie, sure.”

Anger flickered across his face as he took another step closer, backing you into a particularly sturdy corn stock. This was a side of Billy you rarely saw, this unhinged almost animalistic side that came out when his emotions got too overwhelming. You’d seen this look only once before. It was few weeks into your sneaky little affair when Billy had snuck in through your bedroom window with red, bloodshot eyes and bleeding knuckles. It was the night his mother had left, and he’d just had lost a one-sided fight with the brick wall of his house.

“You were there for me when nobody else was,” he leaned his forehead against yours and you watched the muscle in his cheek clench several times over as he chewed on his words. “When my mother left, you were the one that was there for me. Not Sidney, not my father – you.” You felt his hands trail up your jean-clad hips before guiding your hips towards the thick corn stock behind you. You should have pushed him away, stuck to your guns, and ran off to find the rest of your friends. But, you couldn’t. Not with Billy looking at you the way he was.

“Billy,” you tried, but there was no conviction behind it. “I meant what I said.”

“Which part?” He asked. “When you said you loved me or when you said you couldn’t do this anymore.”

“Both,” you told him. “Sidney’s a good friend and—”

A growl escaped his throat as he shut his eyes, but he never stepped away. With his forehead still leaning against yours, it was as though he was afraid to break contact in fear of losing you all over again. “Can we not talk about Sid for one goddamn second?” He took a few even breaths before those brown eyes opened back up, capturing your gaze instantly. “I love you.”

“Don’t,” you warned him. This time it was your turn to shut your eyes as the pain of hearing those three little words sliced you from stem to stern. “That’s not fair, Billy.”

“What? You don’t believe me?” You felt his hands slither up the side of your waist and up the length of your body until they cradled your face. “Look at me.”

“No,” you griped, “to both of your questions. Don’t say shit you don’t mean, not when it comes to that. It’s cruel.”

His calloused thumb danced across the apple of your cheek. “Look at me,” he demanded, barely above a whisper. “Sweetheart, look at me.” Frowning, you opened your eyes but remained silent. Bumping your nose with his, Billy pushed your hair back and away from your face and shook his head. “I fucking love you.”

“You’re with Sidney,” you reminded him, sounding like a broken record. “If you loved me, we wouldn’t be hiding in the middle of a goddamn corn maze while our friends blindly stumble around looking for the exit.”

“Stu knows,” he admitted. “And when it’s a good time, so will everyone else.”

“Colour me shocked,” you rolled your eyes. “Stu knows everything.”

“You think I don’t want to parade you all over town?” Billy questioned. “I get so heated when I see Randy or any of those goons on the football team flirt with you. I want you every second of the day.”

You swallowed hard. “Then please, Billy, just be honest with me. Tell me why things are so fucking complicated with Sid? I get break-ups are hard but cheating on her isn’t the answer.”

Billy was truly torn as he took in the desperation in your eyes. Things with Sid were complicated but not in the way you thought they were. There were no feelings involved with Sid, at least not the romantic kind, but there was no chance in hell he was divulging his plans with Sidney. Not with you. He couldn’t stomach the idea of losing you knowing full-well you’d try and sway him on it. Or worse. What if you went to the police about it? What if you tried to stop him? No. He wasn’t getting you involved. You were the one person in his life who hadn’t let him down and he was hell-bent on doing the same for you.

The less you knew, the better.

“Just give me some time, alright?” He pleaded, grabbing your hands to ghost his lips across your knuckles. “She’s still dealing with the loss of her mother. I can’t spring a break-up on her, too. Not yet. But soon,” he kissed your hand, “I promise.”

“I don’t want to hurt her any more than we already have, Billy,” you told him, “we could end this here and now and then when you do break-up, we can continue whatever the hell this is. But we shouldn’t d—”

Before you could say another word, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Everything about this man was electric and despite everything – the guilt, the secrets, all of it – the way his lips seemed to mould against yours so perfectly, stopped you dead in your tracks. Placing sloppy kisses down from your mouth and along your jaw, Billy nipped at your ear. “I really do fucking love you.”

You leaned into the kiss and tangled your fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he continued his assault down your jaw towards your neck where he nipped and sucked at the sensitive flesh. “You give me a fucking hickey and you’re dead,” you chastised breathlessly. When he responded with a gentle bite, you gave his hair another gentle tug. “I mean it, Loomis.”

Pulling back from your neck, you were met with one of Billy’s rare but genuine grins. He was all teeth as he leaned his forehead against yours again, scraping his thumbnail gently across your cheek as he fought to catch his breath. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“Your girlfriend would beg to differ, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Groaning quietly at the mess you and Billy had created for yourselves, you reached up and pushed a strand of his brown hair back and away from his face. “We should go,” you told him. “Before anyone besides Stu finds us.”

Giving you one final peck, he nodded in agreement and pushed a few stocks aside for you to escape from. Before you stepped out of the covering, however, Billy reached for your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I promise, Y/N, everything is going to work out for us.”

Giving him a small, resigned smile, you leaned in and gave him a quick, chaste kiss. “I’ll leave my bedroom window open tonight,” you told him. “Do what you will with that information.”

Billy watched you disappear back into the maze with a shit-eating grin on his face. God, he was in deep with you. Too deep, perhaps, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not yet, at least. For now, he had you back and he had no intention of letting you go again.

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Of Kings and Beasts - Seven

Pairing: King!Bucky X Princess!Reader X King!Steve

Summary: Born a bastard of the King of Orlen, you’re thrust to the West to marry the Kings. However, the greeting you get is anything but warm, and your life with the King is far from enjoyable. He knows it isn’t your fault his husband is gone, but that fact alone won’t prevent him from taking it out on you.

Warnings: Angst, Injuries, Violence, Language (Maybe)

Word Count: 3.7K

A/n: hello friends! Enjoy this plz. also idk what’s wrong but I’m having a hard time remembering things and my brain is just super mush. I think I’m like, malnourished and exhausted but I really don’t know. Goodnight though, I love you all!

THIS SERIES CONTAINS SMUT AND DARK THEMES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME AUDIENCES!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

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~*~

“How many times must I explain this? I hardly remember anything. I could barely see his face through the snow. I know not his name nor his rank, all I know is that he was wearing the armour of a Knight.” You’re getting frustrated now as you explain for what feels like the thousandth time what happened before you ventured out into the snow.

James and Steve exchange glances.

“I did not send for her. And I know you would not trust her safety in the hands of anyone who has not fought alongside you in battle. I believe-” James stops speaking abruptly, shaking his head. He’s not sure who is trying to sabotage his marriage, and he doesn’t want them to know that he knows.

“What?” You ask softly, stepping towards him. He takes a step back and you frown. You’d thought that after the night you had spent with the man that he would be more open to having you, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

“Nat!” The redhead is in Steve’s office as soon as he says her name.

“I want you or Sam with (Y/n) at all times. You may only leave her side if you are directly dismissed by one of the three of us. Do you understand?” She nods, guilt heavy in her gut at the fact that you could’ve died because of her carelessness.

“Have Clint bring the stable boy here. I want him to give me details. I need to know who the traitor is and why they want my wife dead,” Steve says after a moment, his eyes hard at the thought of someone wanting to bring you harm.

“I’ll go,” James pipes in, avoiding your eyes as he walks to the door, closing it tightly behind himself.

Your shoulders slump and you shake your head sadly. “I had thought that after our night... we may be starting to rebuild our relationship. However, it seems as though he does not wish for that to happen.” Steve sighs, walking around his desk to wrap his arms around your frame.

“He is sad and afraid. He has not been himself for a long while, but he will come back.” Your bottom lip quivers and you curse yourself for being so emotional.

“I do not wish to be the cause of his unhappiness. At times I wonder if it would be better if I stayed away. If I allowed the two of you to continue as if I were not here at all.” Steve turns you around and lifts your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“You are very important to both of us. If he truly wanted you out of the picture he would not have gone out to find you. You matter far too much to the both of us. He will come around again, he just needs some time.”

A knock on the door pulls your attention from him and you sniffle, wiping a stray tear off of your cheek.

“Come in.”

The door gets pushed open and a red-faced young man scurries in, his eyes focused on the ground as he bows.

“Y-you called for me, Your Majesties?” Your heart warms at the obvious nervousness.

“What is your name?” You ask, cutting Steve off. He raises his eyebrows at you and you simply smile, taking a step away from him and towards the boy.

“P-Peter, Your Majesty. A-and I did not mean for any harm to come to you. I was led to believe that the man was indeed a knight of the king and that the business transpiring was none that should involve me. I ask that you are lenient in your punishment, for I truly enjoy my position and I am so grateful that you have given me the opportunity to work here. I-” You raise your hand, silencing his rambling and looking every bit like the queen you are.

Steve watches from behind you, never having seen you truly take control of the title you have.

“You will not be punished for following the orders of someone who seemed to be an honest man. No harm came from it. We simply would like to know if you have any recollection of his name or his rank. Or perhaps a description of his appearance.” The boy stares at you in shock before looking to the King. Steve simply nods and the boy inhales deeply.

“I did not gather his name nor his rank, Your Majesty. But he seemed tall. Not as tall as the King, Mind you, but still taller than most knights. And his build was slimmer, which I found surprising. I should’ve questioned it and I will spend my days regretting that I did not because our Kingdom could have lost its queen due to my carelessness and-”

“Peter, please stay focused,” Steve says. The boy swallows hard and nods, clearing his throat before speaking again.

“He had... dark hair and dark eyes... bared no resemblance to any knight I’ve ever seen before. He lacked the composure of a knight as well. It almost seemed as if he were trying to mimic the actions of one.” You turn to Steve, brows raised at this new information.

“Thank you, Peter. That will be all.” The boy bows again then hurries out of the room.

“So someone was able to pose as a knight? But who? And why? I hardly have a purpose in the kingdom. Why did I become a target?” Steve shakes his head, wishing he had the answers of which you seek.

“I know not. But I will be bringing this up when James and I meet with the council next. Any threat against our wife is a direct threat against our kingdom, and justice needs to be served.” The mention of your other husband has your heart aching.

“Do... do you think he would talk to me were I to find him?” You ask. Steve purses his lips. James seemed so comfortable with you the other night. He hates the thought, but maybe it’s his presence that is making James so distant.

“There is no harm in trying. Have Natalia accompany you.” You nod, gathering your skirts and hurrying out of the room, the redhead hot on your heels.

“I offer you my sincerest apologies, your majesty. I should have been there.” You shake your head at her, smiling softly.

“Do not apologize, Natalia. No one was harmed.” you pause just as you’re about to walk past the glass doors leading to the gardens, a glint of silver catching your eye.

“You may wait here. I fear having any more of an audience will only have a negative effect,” you whisper, pushing the door open and venturing into the snow.

Natalia stands just outside the door, watching with her hand on the hilt of her sword as you walk down the path towards the brooding king.

“James?” You call, waiting until he looks at you.

“You should not be here,” he murmurs, his eyes closing tightly and his hands clenching into fists. He huffs out heavy breaths through his nose, the air forming a misty cloud that dissipates slowly.

“James, please. I cannot stand the distance you put between us. I am begging you to let me in.” He grinds his teeth together, his face contorting in what looks like pain before suddenly going stoic.

He’s quiet for a long moment, long enough for you to slowly approach him, fingers prickling in the cold winter air.

“James?” You ask softly, hoping he’s ready to open up to you again.

His eyes snap open and in a flash of silver, he’s got his metal hand wrapped around your throat, fingers flexing and nearly crushing your windpipe.

Your eyes widen and you instinctively grab at the metal appendage.

His face is devoid of emotion as he lifts you nearly clean off the ground, the tips of your toes hardly brushing the ground. Your lungs burn and tears of pain and discomfort well up in your eyes.

There’s a whooshing sound and then he grunts, toppling to the left and dropping you to the ground.

You collapse in a heap, hands grabbing at your throat protectively as you draw in huge lungfuls of air between painful coughs.

The sound of metal clanging against metal has your eyes shooting upwards just in time to see two swords connect above you, one belonging to the king and the other belonging to Natalia.

“Your Majesty, get back!” She shouts, her eyes on you for a brief moment.

You scramble through the snow, trying to get to the palace and call for help.

James overpowers the redhead with practiced ease, and then his murderous gaze is focused on you again.

Fear freezes you in place and you stare up at him with wide eyes while Natalia is screaming for him to stop, for someone to come to your aid.

His sword comes down right as a powerful hand jerks you to the side.

The blow that was meant to kill you draws a red line across your cheek, blood spilling out and trailing down your chin.

The hot liquid splatters against the frozen snow, melting a hole and staining the white.

For a moment you’re reminded of your place in the world. A stain against purity. A mistake.

You’re wrenched back to reality by hands yanking you backwards, away from where the two Kings fight each other, Steve with desperation and James with determination.

“Come, Majesty.” Nat helps you inside but you don’t move past the doors, heart hammering in your chest as guards rush out to help the blond king.

“Your Majesty, you’re injured. We must-” you shake your head at her, eyes far too focused on the fight.

James manages to knock Steve’s sword away but is quickly distracted by the other men, giving the blond an opportunity to deliver a nasty blow to the back of his head.

The brunet collapses in the snow, groaning and grabbing his head.

You watch with nothing but terror and tears in your eyes as he slowly pushes himself to his knees, familiar blue eyes looking around in confusion.

They land on you, blood on your cheek and fear in your eyes and he nearly throws up as he realizes what he’s done.

“James?” He shakes his head at Steve, stumbling to his feet and hurrying into the Palace.

“James!” He runs straight past you and down the hallway, disappearing after a few moments.

Steve stands in the snow, blue eyes narrowed and pink lips parted. He pants, trying to gather his thoughts while the cold air bites his cheeks and the tip of his nose.

Steve is at your side in a flash, his hand cupping your cheek and angling your head to allow himself to inspect your wound.

“Just a scratch,” he murmurs, brows drawn together as he glances to where his husband was.

Your eyes, however, are drawn to a movement in the garden.

A familiar pair of muddy brown eyes stand out against the snow and you inhale sharply.

“Steve, it’s him.” He follows your gaze to the garden,

“Guards!” He shouts, grabbing his sword and hurrying out into the snow.

“Please, your majesty. I need to tend to your wound.” You finally allow Natalia to drag you away, but not before hearing Steve mention something about the dungeon to one of the guards with him.

~*~

You toss and turn all throughout the night, missing the warmth of your husband and beyond afraid at the events of the day.

Not only were you attacked, but you also potentially caught the man who wants you dead.

The worst part? Steve has given you zero information. No matter how much you asked, he refused to say a single thing about James or the stranger in the garden.

So that is how you have ended up here, pacing through the dark palace halls in search of your blond husband.

As you’re leaving his empty office you hear a whisper of your name, followed by a soft laugh.

You frown and follow the sound, the voice beckoning you closer and yet getting further away every time you approach.

The voice leads you through the halls for what feels like hours until you find yourself in front of a wooden door that nearly blends in with the walls around it.

Steadying yourself with a deep breath, you push the door open. It creaks loudly and you instinctively look around to make sure that no one heard.

Once deeming the coast to be clear, you slowly walk through the doorway and nearly fall.

It’s a spiral staircase going downwards.

Your heart beats loudly in your ears as you take the steps one at a time, getting reminded of all the times you snuck around the Palace back home.

Through the darkness, there’s a yellow glow that you identify as candlelight.

You dare not step into the light, so instead, you stay tucked safely around the corner, ears straining to hear... anything.

You make out two voices, one of them far more familiar than the other.

“I am going to ask you one last time: who is it that is plotting against me?” Steve demands.

The other man sounds weak, his breath coming in ragged pants.

You risk a glance around the corner, eyes finding the two in the dimly lit room. Th man on the ground is bloody and bruised and you can hardly recognize him until he speaks.

“You’d best be careful who you allow into your circle, your Majesty. I serve my Kingdom, but not all who are close to you are true to their word. Is it not suspicious that so many terrible events have occurred so soon after the Queen was brought here?” Steve's hand comes down hard against the man’s face and you hold back a gasp.

“If you do not cooperate and answer truthfully, I will rip your teeth out one by one and force them down your throat.”

The man spits blood onto the ground then chuckles weakly.

His bloodied face is too much for you, and you turn on your heel and run up the stairs as silently as you can, hands trembling with fear and disgust as you realize that both kings are brutal in their own sick ways.

“You know I speak the truth. The change in your husband has only occurred since your wife has been here. Has Orlen always been a friend to us? Or have they been trying to get into our Kingdom to take what they wish?”

Steve is silent for just a moment too long, long enough for the man to know he struck a nerve.

“If you wish to kill me, do so. But remember my warning. And do not be surprised when she turns on you, too.”

~*~

He doesn’t return to his chambers for nearly an hour after that, and as much as you try, you cannot fall asleep after what you witnessed.

Sure, you expected there to be consequences, but you never imagined that Steve would torture the man with his own hands.

When he finally returns to you, he climbs into bed without noticing your stiff figure.

His arm comes around your waist as it usually would, and you try your hardest not to flinch away from him.

A single glance down shows you his split knuckles and you have to bite your lip to stop from making a noise of fear.

He falls asleep quickly behind you, and you’re horrified at how comfortable he is with being so brutal to another human being.

~*~

The King paces in his office, the question of the prisoner echoing in his mind.

He had not even considered the possibility of you being responsible for the change in his husband’s demeanour, but it only started since you came to the palace.

A weight settles in the pit of his stomach and he takes a few deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

He needs to speak to you immediately.

Just as he pulls the door to his study open, you raise your hand to knock.

“Oh!” You gasp, grabbing your chest and taking a sharp breath.

“You startled me. I was just coming to find you. H-have you any news of James?” Your eyes stray down to his split knuckles and Steve takes notice of the tension in your shoulders.

“He’s locked himself in the east wing. He refuses to speak to anyone but doctor banner,” he says, voice stiff and mechanical.

You nod slowly, stepping into the room when he steps aside and motions you to come in.

It’s silent for a long moment, the pressure nearly making your eardrums burst.

You want him to say something, anything. Explain what happened last night or what’s going on today. You’re far too terrified to ask him, however. After witnessing what you did... you do not want to anger him.

That seems to be a futile wish, however.

“Is he alright?” You try, hoping that this is a safe topic.

Steve doesn’t reply. No, instead he paces slowly around the room.

“Do you take me for a fool?” He asks, eyes finding you for the first time.

“What are you talking about?” You’re genuinely curious, trying to think of what you could’ve done to make him ask you this.

“I will ask you again, and this time you will answer. Do you take me for a fool?” He’s walking to you now, steps purposeful and intimidating, a walk that he has practiced and perfected.

You back up a step, fear coursing through your veins. “N-no, of course not. What is this about, Steve?”

“You will address me properly.” You’ve never seen this side of him before. Except for last night.

“I-I don’t think I am understanding... Your Majesty.” You’re not sure if you are more disappointed or sad, but you drop your eyes to the floor.

“Rumours have been spoken, words whispered of a traitor among us. Someone who wishes for the kingdom to fall. Someone close to myself.”

You furrow your brows, taken aback by the accusation.

“And you think me capable of that?” You demand.

He shrugs but his eyes are anything but calm. There’s a fiery storm in his blue eyes, accusation and rage simmering just beneath the surface.

“I hardly know you. It would be foolish of me to think you are anything more than a spy sent by Orlen.” Your heart hurts and you need to take a few deep breaths before you speak.

“I have been nothing but loyal to you, your husband, and your kingdom. Who might I even have to conspire with? I have not been allowed near the people, and I fear my own ladies because their loyalties lie with you.”

Your words ring with truths that even you didn’t consider until now. Steve opens his mouth to speak but you do not allow him a turn.

“I have not breathed a word of the brutalities I have experienced at the hand of your beloved. I have not even dreamed of leaving the castle walls for fear of what consequences would await such thoughts. From the moment I arrived, I have been treated like dirt and yet you stand here with the audacity to question my loyalties!”

He’s taken aback for a moment. He wants to trust you, he really does, but he just can't. Not after what the man said last night. It makes too much sense that you would do this.

“You speak of rumours... as if you do not have your own to worry about. Your brutality is spoken of throughout the continent. Clearly, the rumours hold true, for your brutality extends far beyond the lines of the battlefield. The kings show no mercy, not even to their wife in the privacy of their bed chambers.”

He grabs your forearms tightly, face full of fury.

“You will watch your tongue, woman!” You huff out a breath and shake your head, face contorting in pain as his grip tightens.

“You are so quick to accuse me when you were nowhere to be found in a time that I needed you.” His brows raise nearly to his hairline.

“Are you implying that I had a hand in that?” He demands, a vein in his forehead throbbing as he only gets more furious.

“I imply nothing, your majesty. I am simply taking note of the fact that you were conveniently away during a time when I was in peril.”

His hand comes up before he can register what’s happening, and then you’re tumbling to the floor, the crisp sound of a slap ringing in his ears.

Your hands tremble and your cheek burns. You stay rooted in place, eyes squeezed shut in fear as he towers over you.

He stands before you, chest heaving and eyes wide with horror at himself.

“Your actions only further prove my point,” you whisper, blinking your eyes open to suppress your tears.

“And do yours not prove mine?” He counters, glaring at you as you rub your aching wrists. Seeing you cower beneath him, so small and so fragile, his anger starts to melt away.

“I would like to remind you, Your Majesty, that I do not benefit from being here. I have only traded one prison for another, and I am not sure how much longer I will endure such treatment.”

He opens his mouth to speak, one hand extending to help you to your feet. His eyes find a line of red on your cheek and he glances down at his hand, the mark on your cheek matching his wedding band.

Now you have matching scratches on either side of your face.

“Do not touch me,” you hiss, glaring up at him with wet eyes.

He’s crouching down when there’s a knock on the door. Sam pushes it open without waiting for an invitation but the look on his face is enough for Steve not to snap at him.

“There’s been an attempt on Doctor Banner’s life.”

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Hii Bestie !!

I wondering if I could request the Yandere Alphabet for Bokuto if you haven’t done that already.

💜

HEY BESTIE! I'd love to! Bokuto reminds me so much of an overeager puppy- it's precious-

Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyuu) -The Yandere Alphabet

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Warnings: yandere themes, slight mentions of marking and spanking

A is for Affection: How do they show their affection for their darling? How often do they show it? 💖 Bokuto is the epitome of affectionate. This boy wants to cuddle, kiss, hold hands, WHATEVER he can do 24/7. 💖 Although he'll want to cuddle against you and hold you bone-crushingly close, this boy can also get a little rough. His kisses can be kind of bruising and he'll want to mark up your neck a lot. B is for Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling? Why? 🔪 Although I can picture Bokuto being willing to fight anyone who wants to hurt you or take you away, I actually can't see him trying to kill anyone. He's pretty sure he's the best of the best, so it's not like any of those other guys can steal you away from HIM! C is for Care or Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them? 💔 Bokuto wouldn't mock you. In fact, he'd just be over the MOON about having you with him. You'd be smothered in kisses and crushed in his hugs. He's not going to want to make you feel bad! 💔 Bokuto is the BEST at taking care of you! He knows everything you love and he's willing to get/do ANYTHING just for you! D is for Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them? 💭 Bokuto is very, very delusional. Like, this boy sees a perfect future with you and he has no doubts that you're both going to get there soon. 💭 He's like the greatest??? You couldn't turn HIM down! He's the amazing ace- Akaashi thinks he's great so you do too! Right? Of course! E is for Expose: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? How much time will it take to trust them? 💧 Bokuto doesn't shut up about his feelings. Going into emo mode? Check. Whining about how much he needs your attention? Check. Letting you know just how much he adores you? Check. 💧 They talk about being an open book but Bokuto is a book you'd want to CLOSE after a while. Like seriously- he. Won't. Shut. Up. F is for Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back? 👊 Cue "kicked-puppy" noise. He's going to stare up at you with wide, watering eyes. You've gotta be completely heartless if you don't feel the TINIEST bit of guilt when you see his heartbroken expression. 👊 "I-it's okay (Y/n), I forgive you, I love you, please don't fight me, please..." he's all but begging you, even after you stop fighting. He's clinging to you and sobbing into your shirt. 👊 Your flailing fists and feet aren't actually going to do any damage to that buff man but just the idea of fighting against him leaves tons of emotional scars in your wake. G is for Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start? 😔 Bokuto feels bad that he went to the extremes. He KNOWS it's so so so wrong... but it feels so so so right. He LOVES you and that's the best thing, right? That makes up for everything, right? 😔 He won't ever regret his love for you though. If he has you in the end it'll be worth everything and more! No regrets, WOOO! H is for Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? 🔥 Bokuto can be a little... well... his emotions are extreme and can flip quickly. So if he's angry enough, you could get hurt. Like, he's not going to seriously injure you, but he'll be rough. You'll be shaking in your shoes for sure. I is for Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? 👩‍❤️‍👨 If Bokuto has his way, you'll be his pretty little wife and mother of a bunch of his runts. This boy will want at LEAST 3 kids. Like I picture him being that "cool dad" that roughhouses with his little boys and carries them on his back and just jokes around with them. He's practically a giant kid himself sometimes. J is for Jealousy: How easily do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? 💢 Bokuto gets jealous if your attention is taken away from him. Platonically, romantically, whatever. If someone's

taking your attention and it's not him, he's gonna be PISSED. 💢 Suddenly, Bokuto is 10x needier than he's ever been. He's trying to catch your gaze, interrupting your conversation, clinging to you, etc. 💢 I mean, this boy will get jealous of a video game or TV show or book you're invested in. Not just humans. Animals too... Your attention should be solely on him, ya know! K is for Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan it out? 🔒 Bokuto doesn't plan- it just kind of happens. He knew he wanted to take you away from all those attention hogs (ironic) and keep you with him and him only, but he didn't really THINK about it. It just kinda happened. 🔒 Okay, but seriously, I think he might even be more surprised than you when he kidnaps you. Like this guy's just kinda like "WOAHHH This isn't a dream? I actually did this? HEY HEY HEY" L is for Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? 💌 One moment you're living your normal life, the next moment there's Fukurodani's ace cooing at you and you forgot to say your last goodbyes to that normal life you'll never see again. 💌 I don't think Bokuto knows how to court, to be blunt about it. Like, Akaashi might try to give him some pointers ("You're overwhelming her." "Give her room to breathe." "Try never saying that again. Ever." "Stop, you're crushing her.") but Bokuto's pretty sure he's got this in the bag. M is for Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before? 🎭 Bokuto's emotions are so over the map that no one's going to really tell that he's kind of losing it. Akaashi might be able to tell, but no one else will notice a difference. 🎭 Other than his overwhelming happiness and affection for you. I mean, you'd have to be blind and deaf to not realize Bokuto has a huge crush on you. He's not even remotely subtle. N is for Naughty: How would they punish their darling? 🚓 Bokuto might try to isolate you a bit but if you make him angry- like really piss him off- I think he'd literally just bend you over his lap and spank you. Like, maybe that's weird, but I can really picture him trying to brat-tame you a bit. O is for Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? What rights can be earned with time and trust? 📜 Although Bokuto's kind of overbearing and suffocating, as long as you're in his line of sight and, preferably, being touched by him, you can do whatever you want. Which... isn't a lot when he's hanging on you 24/7. P is for Patience: How patient are they with their darling? 🕊️ Patience is not one of Bokuto's virtues, unfortunately. If you take too long in the bathroom, he'll come bursting through the door. Like, this boy can't stand a full 5 minutes away from you. Having privacy is not realistic, so don't get your hopes up. Q is for Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? 🏃‍♀️ If you die Bokuto will go into emo mode for the rest of his life. He will be completely broken without you. He's so lost without you. You know that story where the dog waited by his owner's grave for the rest of his life? That's Bokuto. 🏃‍♀️ "Escape"? Yeah, no. Bokuto gets it, you wanted a little freedom, but it's time to come home, okay? You've already had more than enough time to yourself, so he'll come find you. And once he does, you're sure as hell never leaving again. R is for Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down? 👿 "Explosive rage" is the best way to describe Bokuto's anger. You CANNOT calm him down, so it's best to book it and barricade yourself in a room until he cools down. 👿 If he's mad enough, he could hurt you, so stay the fuck away from him. He'll be throwing and breaking things and just generally yelling his head off. Again, barricade yourself in a room, it's honestly your only hope. S is for Soulmate: What made them fall in love with their darling? How did they first meet? When did they realize they loved their darling? 💍 Bokuto truly is a

love-at-first-sight kind of guy, but he fell in love with you even more as he got to know you. You either met at one of his games or in some sort of shared class. I think that you would have stood out to him in a crowd. T is for Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? 😭 Each tear falling down your face is another crack in Bokuto's heart. He really does want you to be happy and he can't understand why you aren't. His solution is to just hold you tight until you calm down, which may not help all that much... U is for Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

👌 Bokuto is already kind of different from the others in the way that he's not afraid to put you in your place and he has plans for the future that don't really require your cooperation. He's not changing his mind, no matter how strong your feelings are one way or the other.

👌 Not to mention, he's SUPER clingy. You can't pry him off of you. There's a strong possibility that you'll end up being very, very miserable with Bokuto. He loves you but he isn't willing to compromise or meet halfway on anything. His love is kind of selfish... more so than the average yandere.

V is for Visit: Would they allow anyone else to visit their darling? Do they trust their darling to talk to their loved ones (in person, on the phone, etc.) or not at all?

🧳 Akaashi will be over often. Like, I'm not even going to pretend like Bokuto will doubt his BFF. I really don't think Akaashi will be there to save you, unfortunately...

🧳 But Akaashi doesn't get to touch you. Sorry. You belong to Bokuto and, any attention you give Akaashi, you better give 10 times that to Bokuto.

W is for Weakness: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❌ You're lucky enough if you can detangle yourself from Bokuto's grip for more than 5 minutes, but, if you do, you can use very few things against him anyways. He's nothing but determined.

❌ If you're delicate and careful about it, you may be able to take advantage of his emotions. Fake sadness to gain his pity or get him so happy that he'll be less likely to deny your requests.

X is for Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

🛐 He's a bit of a worshipper, but not the classic type. He ADORES you and thinks you're absolutely perfect but... he doesn't exactly put your needs above his own. Like I said, he's a bit selfish.

Y is for Yearning: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? 😍 It depends on how receptive you are to him. If you're trying to distance yourself from him and keep your freedom (or you just aren't interested in him that way), he's going to snap FAST. You'll find yourself in his house before you can say "HEY HEY HEY". 😍 Otherwise, if you start dating him, it'll depend on if you realize the toxicity of your relationship. If you try to break up with him or loosen his suffocating grip, you're in the same boat as if you denied him in the first place. Z is for Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances? 0️⃣ Leave him. If you deny his affection and love, he will not be happy at ALL. He wants to wrap you up in his arms and never let go. And he really doesn't care if you don't want that. 🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣🐣 THAT TOOK SO LONG I'M SO SORRY- I feel like I portrayed him to be a little worse than he is- he really does love you!

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