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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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Nurse Jack Reporting For Duty (Slight NSFW 18+)

A Ballerina's Tale Fic

AN: Getting hurt leads to ultimate boyfriend cuddles

Synopsis: You injure yourself during a performance and Jack does whatever he can in order to make you feel better

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: two of my amazing anons 😘💕

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This was the last night of one of your series of performances before you would get a much needed break which you couldn’t wait for. Jack had promised to take you to Bora Bora and you were literally counting down the minutes until you would be able to go. Jack was in the audience of course and he also brought along Urban, and your best friends Kehlani, Jess, Blanca, and Solana (SZA) as a surprise for you.

You were in the middle of your performance when you went to do a Grande Jeté and you could feel something was wrong when you landed. You did your best to keep going and not scream out in pain which you immediately wanted to do. It was difficult, but you made sure not to put all of your weight on your left foot and performed the moves to the best of your ability, but of course with Jack knowing you like the back of his hand, he knew something was wrong when he saw you wince. Other people probably didn't catch on, but he knew you were in pain.

You couldn't even remember the last time you had an injury from dancing and you were praying that nothing was broken.

It had to be when you were fourteen or younger.

Knowing that you were almost done since Jack had literally seen this show multiple times, he got up and told everyone else to come backstage when it was finished and he was going to wait for you in your dressing room to make sure that you were okay.

What he didn't expect was you holding onto Mason and Marcus, who you frequently danced with hopping into the room while tears were streaming down your face.

"Babe?!" Jack exclaimed and was a little upset because he had been right and this was the one time when he didn’t want to be.

The two of them had gotten you as comfortable as they possibly could before running off to call 911 so paramedics could come and do a once over on you. They obviously wouldn’t be able to tell if anything was broken, but you had a feeling that you would be spending the rest of the night in the emergency room when you were in fact supposed to go out to celebrate with your friends.

Jack immediately went over to you to try and get you to breathe because at this rate, you were about to send yourself into a panic attack.

"Prima, breathe for me baby. It's going to be okay." Jack said while leaning down to kiss your forehead.

"But… what if it's broken!? I won't be able to dance! I'm supposed to dance at The Grammy's and now I might not be able to! And we can’t obviously go to Bora Bora now if I can’t even walk!"

"We aren't going to think like that."

"How can I not!? It hurts so bad!"

And Jack knew you weren't one to complain about pain so for this to be your reaction, he knew that it had to be bad, but his main priority was to keep you as calm as possible.

"Baby, I know, but.."

"What if this injury ends my career? I've worked too hard for this." You exclaimed while more tears were forming and running down your face at a rapid speed.

"Prima, that's a little extreme. Look at me." You sniffled a few more times before looking at your boyfriend who began to wipe your tears away and kiss your cheek.

"Whatever happens, I'll be with you the entire time. You know that right?" You simply nodded as you held Jack's hand tighter.

"I know you're scared, but I know for a fact that they are only going to have the best medical team looking after my little prima. Okay? One step at a time, and you'll be dancing again before you know it."

Urban, Jess, Kehlani, Blanca, and Solana were confused when they reached your dressing room to see literally everyone surrounding it.

"Oh shit, is she okay?" Kehlani exclaimed while attempting to get closer.

"I wouldn't have been able to tell something was wrong because of the performance that she put on." Urban said while shrugging.

"Well she is the principal dancer for a reason."

Just then Blanca was making a beeline to get closer and everyone quickly followed.

"Excuse me! Best Friends coming through! Step aside!"

Once they finally reached you, they saw Jack holding your hand, you crying, and the paramedics examining your left ankle.

"What happened!?" Jess exclaimed while looking between you and Jack.

"I have no idea, so I just bought myself a ride in the ambulance to figure it out." You sighed and obviously couldn’t help but to feel defeated.

You were now sitting on the couch with your left ankle wrapped and elevated on a pillow with an ice pack to decrease the swelling.

Nothing was broken, thank God.

However, you did have a really bad sprain.

And you needed to stay off of it for six weeks.

So you could kiss that vacation to Bora Bora goodbye until the next time you had an extended period of time off.

"Baby?" You heard Jack call you and all you did was groan since he wrapped you up in a blanket burrito and you didn't feel like moving.

Since your head was semi-covered, you peeked out of the blanket to see him standing in front of you.

"Yes?"

"You need to eat something. I let you sleep earlier, but we aren't doing this."

"Not hungry."

"Prima." Jack said and you don't know if it was the tone he used or how he said it, but you knew that he wasn't taking no for an answer.

"My usual from the Chinese place is fine." You mumbled.

"2 egg rolls, crab rangoon, wonton soup, and shrimp egg foo young coming right up. Oh and your half and half. Can't forget that."

"I knew I kept you around for a reason."

"Why? To blow your back out?"

"No, because you memorize my food orders. That's just a plus."

"Seriously?" Jack asked while looking at you in disbelief.

"What do I have to lie for? And can you come and lay with me please?" You asked while holding your arms out while you assumed Jack was ordering food for the two of you on his phone.

“Of course I can, just give me a minute.”

You slowly unwrapped yourself and moved to the edge of the couch so Jack could pick you up and sit behind you while he slid you onto his lap.

“Babe, can you please answer Blanca and Jessica? They said you haven’t text them back and they are now texting me every thirty seconds to check on you.”

“Oh, I guess I should.”

Blanca- Bitchhhhhh answer us!

Jess- Is your ass alive?!?

Blanca- Of course she’s alive! She just sprained her ankle, but we can’t know for sure, I’m about to text Jack

Jess- If he even answers, you know she’s his main priority and concern

Blanca- True, probably playing “nurse” to her right now

Jess- Mmm hmm, nasty asses. Just waiting for the I’m pregnant text.

Blanca- I give them a year AT THE ABSOLUTE MOST

Jess- Oh, I was going to say next week

Blanca- Well damn lmaoooo

You- LADIES

Blanca- Oh, there she is. Bitch, you okay?

You- I’m fine, thank you for checking on me

Jess- It just took us threatening your boyfriend for us to get an answer from you

You- I promise, I’m okay just a little sad

Blanca- Sad for what? You get a break and you can have Jack blow your back out every night. Am I missing something?

Jess- BLANCA! SHE CAN’T WALK!

Blanca- What does walking have to do with anything? All she has to do is lay there and make him do all the work. I literally do not see the problem here. Does the name missionary Jack ring any bells? Anyone?

Jess- They were supposed to go to Bora Bora. That’s the problem.

Blanca- Oh. Right. Sorry boo.

You- I’ll be fine

Blanca- But…. look on the bright side. You got your man to wait on you hand and foot!

You- He literally carries me everywhere

Jess- Ultimate swoon

Blanca- That’ll make a pussy throb. Whew I remember the first time a man picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

You- Bye you two

Jess- Go get your back blown out!

You set your phone back down on the coffee table and then turned your attention to your boyfriend who was simply looking at you.

“What, you creep?” You asked while pinching his cheek.

“Nothing, I can just tell you’re sad since we obviously can’t go to Bora Bora now. But we can always move it to a later date.”

“Is that even going to be possible? We know how you like to work yourself to death.”

“Hey! I’ve gotten better. And if it has to do with you, you already know that I’m going to make time for my baby.”

“I know, I just…. Six weeks?!?!”

“And you will have me for that entire time. If I have to go somewhere, you’re coming with me and I’m carrying you.”

“Jack, I do have crutches. No need to carry me.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Such a simp.”

“And I don’t see you complaining because if you didn’t realize, it goes both ways.”

“Of course it does, but I’m still going to call you out on it.” You said as you started to play with his beard. That quickly became one of your favorite pastimes.

“Do you need more ice for your ankle? Did it start to melt yet?”

“I think it did, but I don’t want you to move just yet.”

“Prima, I’m coming right back.”

“No.”

“Babe, we have to get the swelling down! Your ankle is three times the size that it normally is!”

“Fine, but no detours, Jackman.”

“The kitchen is literally a few steps away and you’ll be able to see me from right here.”

“Not the point, now hurry up and come back before I change my mind.”

You literally eyed Jack from the time he slid you to the side so that he could get up, and then made his way into the kitchen. You were pouting the entire time and all he did was look at you and laugh.

“Jackman, I find nothing about this funny.” You said while your arms were crossed and Jack had bent down to unwrap your ankle and put the new bag of ice he got for it on it.

“You’re cute especially when you get angry because you’re so little.”

“5’3 is not little.”

“It is when I’m 6’3 and can literally throw you over my shoulder.”

“Sooo, are you about to?”

“Am I about to what?” Jack asked as he was wrapping your ankle back up and it caught him off guard when you winced.

“You okay?”

“Yes, it’s just still really sore. Now answer my question.”

“Answer mine first because I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Am I about to get thrown over your shoulder or what?”

“Not until your ankle is healed.”

“JACKMAN THAT IS SIX WEEKS FROM NOW.”

“I’m aware.”

“JACKKKKKKKK!!!!”

“You having a temper tantrum is not going to change my mind either. Have to keep you as safe as possible.” Jack was finally done wrapping your ankle and took his rightful place back on the couch and slid you onto his lap while making sure your ankle was still elevated.

While you still continued to pout.

“That would make me feel better though.”

“What would?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

“If you want something from your boyfriend, I suggest that you use your words.”

“But….”

“You tell me any other time. So what does my baby want me to do?” Jack asked while whispering in your ear and slowly slid his hand that was resting on your hip inside of your leggings and noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath and slowly started to rub small circles on your clit making you moan out in pleasure.

“Mmm, keep going.”

Jack wrapped his other arm around you to anchor you to make sure that you didn’t make any sudden movements that would hurt your ankle even more or at least he was hoping that you didn’t.

Because six weeks might turn into twelve.

Jack then began to place kisses along your neck as he inserted two of his fingers at the same time.

“Damn, who got you this wet? It’s like a waterfall down here.”

“Only you, obviously.” You said between breaths as Jack sped up his pace moving in and out of you.

“Don’t get smart with me because I’ll stop right now.”

“You act like I don’t have a vibrator?” You said and his grip on you became tighter.

“The vibrator that’s upstairs? How are you getting to it? I carried you down here, remember?”

“Jackkkk, come on.”

“Come on, what?”

“Make me cum.”

“Are you done being a brat then? And I didn’t even hear you say please.”

“Yes, I’m done and please?”

Jack then inserted two more fingers into you before watching you come completely undone in front of him and he could feel that you were sliding off of his lap and quickly pulled you back up.

“Oh fuckkk.”

“Don’t try to run from me now.”

“I’m not.”

Just then Jack had an idea.

“Lay down.”

“So you really aren’t throwing me over your shoulder?”

“Baby, be patient, otherwise I’ll stop.”

“Your girlfriend is injured! The very least you can do is give her what she wants.”

“You literally just came all over my fingers less than thirty seconds ago.”

You stayed quiet because you already knew that Jack had absolutely no problem with edging you the entire night and that was the last thing that you wanted to deal with.

“Lift your hips, baby.”

You did as you were told and Jack slowly slid them off and threw them to the side while playing special and close attention to your ankle. He then made himself comfortable in between your legs and placed the left leg over his shoulder in order to keep it elevated before he took one long lick and you could feel his beard tickling you.

“Are you comfortable like this?” Jack asked and you quickly nodded. The last thing he ever wanted to do was make you uncomfortable seeing as you already technically were.

“Put your other leg on my shoulder too.”

You knew better than to make any sudden movements because the last thing that you obviously wanted to do was cause yourself more harm and let your boyfriend do what he does best.

“Shiiiiiit.”

You could never get over how good Jack always made you feel and you could honestly say that he was the first boyfriend that ever put your needs first and gave you his undivided attention.

“Babeeee.”

“Keep your legs spread and give me some room down here. One wrong move and I swear your athletic thighs are going to crush me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Prima, you got one more time before I stop.” You held up your hands in defense as Jack went back to the task at hand.

It was now around midnight and you noticed that Jack was starting to fall asleep while also trying to do his best to stay up with you just in case you needed him to do something for you. In your mind, he did more than enough for you today and had gone above and beyond to make sure that you were okay.”

You poked his side to get his attention.

“Huh? I’m awake!”

“Barely.” You said while laughing.

“Did you need something?”

“No, just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me in more ways than one. That’s all.” You said while hugging him from the side and he quickly leaned down to kiss the top of your head,

“And you know that I’m always going to without a second thought. Nurse Jack reporting for duty.”

“And you just so happen to be a very good one. You kept me fed, made sure my ankle was okay and made me cum multiple times. I call that a win in my book. So, same time tomorrow?”

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faunrasthewinterelf · 1 year

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Calm After the Storm Pt. 3

Bio-dad Bruce Wayne

This a really short chapter, written a couple months ago now, i went through a pretty mentally taxing time and lost track of the fic itself. Ill have more up soon, so keep an eye on that! I’m also moving this fic to AO3 after this chapter, and the tag list on tumblr will be utilized to let everyone know when an update is added to the fic!

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Marinette had been right. The walk to the restaurant had been much longer than promised. Lila had broken down in tears when questioned, explaining how she was ‘so sorry, I didn't mean to drag you all this far!’

Everyone rushed to reassure her that they don’t mind, and the class continued. After a long day of walking around the Wayne Enterprises Building and not being given time to adjust, by the time the class finally got to the restaurant, Marinette’s side was aching. Chloe had had to press the Blunette to her own side to support the girl when her side tensed up and she began limping.

Sitting and ordering had been a relief. But the break had barely lasted an hour, before another long walk back to the hotel commenced.

It was dark out now. Ms., Bustier, suddenly acting like a responsible teacher, began ushering her students to move quickly. Marinette, with her side stiffening up and her limp beginning to worsen, wouldn’t be able to keep up. Chloe, refusing to leave her friend's side, helping to support her friend, frowned at the classes back as they turned the corner, several blocks ahead of her and Marinette, and vanishing from their point of view, leaving the two girls behind. At night. Alone.

Marinette was simply breathing through the pain, blinking away tears as the dull ache spread through her waist, down her hip and up her rib cage slowly. She needed to get back to the hotel as quickly as she could, she had a Healing Balm from the Grimoire of the Guardian, several doses ready for exactly this reason. She couldn’t do much beyond limping forward, leaving heavily on the tall form of Chloe, who was snarling under her breath, in French, about their class and useless teacher.

The cracked sidewalk stretched on before the two young women, the stuttering steps of one echoing down every alley they passed, and Chloe kept a sharp eye out. In the two blocks they had to travel, Marinette was too distracted to help keep an eye on the surrounding area. As the two girls passed each alley, Chloe tensed, hauling Marinette higher up so she could move faster past the openings, eyeing the shadows she could see in the darkness further in. The Hotel was in sight, less than four buildings away, when a figure stepped out of the alley, putting themselves between the two girls and their safety.

Marinette looked up when Chloe stopped and tensed up further, and tightened her arm around Chloe’s waist as she took in the man in front of her. He was large, both tall and in width, and imposing. He had a slimy smirk on his face, eyeing up Marinette’s body as Chloe took a couple steps backwards, trying to put more distance between her and her friend, and the man.

“Well, well, well.” His voice was scratchy, catching on the ‘W’ as he leered at the two. “What have we here? A pretty blonde girl, and a little dark haired one! Aren’t you two just, … perfect”

Neither of the two girls said anything as Chloe slowly lowered Marinette to her feet, stepping in front of the smaller, injured girl. Chloe brought her hands up, lowering her body into a mock stance just to keep herself loose and ready for whatever this man was going to do.

His grin widened and he started laughing, his eyes lighting up like he was excited as he moved his hand to his back and withdrew a gun. Chloe’s eyes were trained on the man’s face, but Marinettes were narrowed, looking into the direction of the alley. She placed one of her hands on Chloe's shoulder and squeezed.

“Oh, I love it when they fight back.”

“Well” interjected a new voice, from somewhere in deeper into the alley,

“So do I.”

A gun shot rang out, and the mugger or whatever let out a yell as he was forced to drop his own gun. He brought it back close to his chest as he stumbled away from the alley way, away from the even taller figure stepping out of the darkness. His gloved hands holding a gun, pointed at the fleeing man. He had on a brown leather jacket, armored gray shirt below the jacket, emblazoned with a red bat across his chest, dark pants and plenty of pouches along his hips and thighs. The leather jacket had a red fabric hood hanging down from the collar, and a full face helmet of the same color covered his head.

As soon as the loud noise rang out and she registered the movement from beside her, Chloe whipped around and scooped up Marinette, carrying the smaller girl back a couple steps into the indented doorway of a café, hovering over Marinette as the exhausted girl leaned against the door frame.

A couple more gunshots rang out before the two girls heard the sounds of running. The heavily modulated voice from before lets out a string of curses before a dull GA-CHUNK rang out, and the man/hero was whisked off by the whirr of a grapple. There was another thud as someone else impacted onto the sidewalk by the two girls hiding spot.

“Hey, it’s alright you two, you’re safe now! The Red Hood is pursuing your attacker.” It was a cheery voice compared to the one of their attacker. Chloe leaned around the corner to get a look at him. Only slightly taller than her, roughly 6’ compared to her 5’9. He had darker skin, his hair cut short and black domino around his eyes, white lenses blocking out his actual eyes. He had on a tight, lightly armored suit with blue highlights and a blue bird insignia across his chest, two batons strapped to his thigh, and a slim belt with small pouches along his hips.

She narrowed her eyes at him before moving forward. With all the walking done today, and the stairs and the sudden move that they had to do to get away, Marinette was exhausted and her scar hypersensitive. Chloe kneeled down in front of Marinette and hoisted her up into a piggyback before turning and facing the hero who stopped to help them.

“Are you two alright? Is she hurt?” his hand was moving up and towards them and his brow furrowed in concern as the hero began moving towards them. Chloe raised her chin, eyes narrowed.

“She has an old wound. It scarred badly and she has difficulty moving. We were trying to get back to our hotel after dinner with our class, but she was moving too slow to keep up, and I refused to leave her behind- I’m sorry, who are you?” Chloe took one step back, angling herself so she was between the hero and her friend.

The man in front of them had a dark look on his face for a second as Chloe spoke, before clearing his face of emotions and taking a deep breath.

“My name is Nightwing, I’m a local vigilante working under Batman, that man was a smuggler we were tracking, and we stepped in when we saw him holding you two at gunpoint,” the newly introduced Nightwing held his hands up in front of him, “ I’m going to escort you back to your hotel, alright?”

Chloe eyed Nightwing suspiciously before turning her head, looking at the top of Marinette’s head as the smaller girl rested her head in the crook of her neck, before looking back at the vigilante.

“Our hotel is just right down there,” the blonde girl gestured with her chin, before walking towards Nightwing, warily passing him as the man grinned, turning as Chloe walked past and keeping some distance between himself and the girls.

“So,” he began, glancing at Marinette as they walked. “You mentioned you were walking with a class? I can’t imagine you’re from Gotham, what with your lovely accents!” He gave a joking wink as he said it, bouncing slightly.

“We’re not.” Marinette lifted her head, giving the vigilante a look, “we’re here on a class trip, for a month.” The Bluenette gives a pained smile as she speaks. The small group reaches the steps for the girls hotel, but before Chloe could carry Marinette up the stairs Nightwing placed a hand on Chloe’s arm.

“Just, one last thing. Please, keep in mind that Gotham is not Paris, it's much more dangerous.

He shakes his head before giving one last smile, turning to start running away and pulling a Grapple on his belt, looking back one last time he waves a goodbye before swinging off, into the night.

Due to Lila getting the class to go out for dinner, dinner itself going long, and the walk back to the hotel, by the time the two girls got back into their hotel rooms, all the rest of the class was settled in. Madame Bustier hadn’t even responded to the message Chloe sent to let her know that the two girls had returned safely.

Before Chloe and Marinette could go to bed, they had to call Luka and Kagami. That discussion lasted an hour, and another 45 minutes was spent massaging the excess healing balm into Marinette’s scars and doing short pain reduction spells. By the time the two girls fell asleep, they barely had four hours left to rest.

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whilmsy · 1 year

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nothing bad ever happens to tcd!mumbo (lie)

Hello miners and crafters welcome back to another episode of I Cannot Stop Thinking About TCD and I now blame @stiffyck for this because of their incredible askers (@buzzybeeboi thank you but also i blame you too, thank you for starting this au i’m very normal (lie) about it /pos) for making a very beloved au where Mumbo has been thrown into TCD and gets to witness Scar’s past before joining hermitcraft (there is more to the rambles than just this, and the incredible @5ievel-w-c-q is the very person - blame them for the dialogue used as he started it <3 /lh)

It’s ironic, really, that the one that's technically already undead is the one that gets bitten. It couldn’t be any more ironic.

The scene still replays in Scar’s head: the world going slow and yet moving faster than he could ever run. Teeth sinking into skin, the thought of I’m too late ripping his hopes and dreams apart, his brother in everything but blood showing him that love still existed in this god forsaken world being the one that’s taken.

Mumbo calls his name, he tries not to think about how he told him it.

‘Scar. I forgot my name, so I just named myself after my favourite gun.’

He’s starting to hate the weapon, hands trembling as he aims it at the floor and attempts to remember how to turn the safety on after so, so long.

Mumbo’s hold on the gun doesn’t go unnoticed; he could take it from Scar’s trembling hands and shoot him with it. Scar would let him.

“No!” His voice betrays him, weak and broken and everything he told himself he wouldn’t be in the beginning. “You’ll be fine, you’re-” In the beginning you learn not to make promises, you learn to give up on the little things, because nothing good survives here; it’s why he’s still living. “We don’t know Mumbo, you could be fine. You’re not human! Maybe you’re immune!”

He hasn’t felt so childish in so long, hasn’t tried to be naive like this in a long, long time.

Mumbo hasn’t let go of the gun, he doesn’t stop staring him down like this is a contest.

Scar would live through breaking his leg over a hundred times if it meant he’d never have to live this moment.

“Please. Scar, we know what happens.” They both do, Scar taught Mumbo about it just like Mumbo taught him about vampires. “I don’t want to hurt you.” The recent scar marking his face stings.

You didn’t mean it, he thinks, clenching his jaw and trying to stop the way his chest feels tight, you were protecting me and I didn’t stay out of the way.

“You can’t just leave me.” Scar begs, foolish and young and yet never regretting letting another person into his life. It was all going so well- it’s not fair. “I’m not going to- I won’t. We said we’d get out of here. Together.” I will let you kill me if it means I do not have to, I will drop this weapon and I will finally give up. If it means I don’t have to be alone, I will give up.

He is tired of loneliness, is tired of this world and the struggle to live in it; and when he was, Mumbo offered comfort. He cannot lose it.

His hands keep shaking, Mumbo doesn’t let go of the gun.

“I’m sorry.” Mumbo says, and it says everything it needs to and nothing at all, and Scar wonders, choking on his own sobs, if this is what heartbreak feels like.

Mumbo guides the weapon back towards himself, it’s steadier with his brother’s hand holding the barrel of the gun on top of Scar’s own that’s not at the handle of it. Mumbo’s hand is warm, but it’s cold in a way; comforting. Even through the choked tears, held back with bitten lips and heaving breaths, the sound of the safety clicking off echoes like it’s in a theatre.

Normally, Scar aims at the head. This time he can’t, because he knows that wouldn’t help his brother. That would not give him peace. With a heaving breath and a barely held back whimper, he aims the gun at his brother’s heart; he is glad Mumbo is holding it with him, because the tears in his eyes blur his vision.

Mumbo takes a breath that sounds as shaky as Scar feels, and he tries not to think about final breaths. Mumbo closes his eyes, and finally, Scar lets the barely-there facade fall. Mumbo is trusting him to do this; is asking him to so they don’t have to find out if vampires can die any further the hard way.

When you love someone, sometimes you have to let them go, and Scar wonders if pretending to hate his brother will let him feel nothing again.

He can’t bring himself to look, trusting that Mumbo will help keep him steady one last time as he shuts his eyes and pulls the trigger.

#gtws tcd #gtws fanfic #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #tcd mumbo #mumbo jumbo #vampire mumbo #the crafting dead #cw implied death #but not really though #mumbo just shoots back through time its fine #scars not though rip #cw gun #ficification #i think i have everything i have no idea smile

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adri-2022 · 2 years

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Coming Home

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x HaileyUpton!SisterReader/ some CFD/ Hailey Upton

Warnings: slight swearing/ fluff/ angst

Word Count: 2168

Jay Halstead Materlist

A/N: Hi my beautiful people! Tried my best with this one, I hope you all like it. Here is a request made by @thecoodig

Don't be afraid to leave a comment!

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Desperation. That was the only emotion Jay was feeling, arriving on scene after an active shooter situation was called. The only thing he never expected was Silvie Brett -Y/N’s partner and best friend- being pulled by Chief Boden. He frantically looked around trying to spot you, but unfortunately there wasn’t a sign of you there. He knew right then that the promise you made each other of always coming home had been broken. Now there he was pacing right beside Boden, Casey -with a crying Silvie pulled into his side-, and pretty much everyone from intelligence, waiting. And right on his right side was Hailey -your big sister- with her gaze pinned on the large oil pipe, zoning out. It was supposed to be an easy call, go in, work and get out. But I guess nothing is as easy at it seems. The shooter had been apprehended, now it was the waiting on your news what worried everyone.

“C’mon, c’mon. What’s taking so long?” Jay paced and muttered anxiously. Not having a single detail or information about your condition or location was driving him insane. “Kelly, got an update?” Boden talked through the radio after looking at the people around him, praying that they had found you alive.

“Negative Chief. I- I don’t. I’m coming out now” not long after that Kelly walked to the group and his look said a hundred words. He shook his head slightly looking at Boden. That’s all it took for Hailey to break, knees in the ground sobbing-, Brett was clinging to Casey who was looking at the ground where you had fallen. Jay shook his head with tears in his eyes,

“NO, no, no. You’re lying, I don’t- I won’t leave this place until a get her back!” Jay screamed moving to get closer to the pipe hole. If they were giving up, he wasn’t even close. Kelly, Boden and Voight got in front of him blocking his path, they knew how much you meant to him -hell how much you meant to everyone-. “Kid- kid. Listen to me… I’m sorry Jay but…” Hank trailed without having the courage to finish that sentence.

“I- I’m not giving up. There is no body, no evidence of her being dead” Jay said trying to seem strong, but his voice and his eyes betraying him, there was no way he could fool anyone with his act. “The pipe is to deep, the oil, the blood lose- there is no possibility of surviving that… I’m sorry…” Boden commented with a soft voice and his brave expression about to break.

“No- no she promised. She promised to come back to me. Hank please…” finally crying gripping on to Hank begging -because he was sure about to break-

“Please you need to get her back. She- she’s not supposed to go before me. I’m her older sister, it was supposed to be me first” that was Hailey talking in between sobs.

“W-We can’t, there- there’s nothing else we can do” gripping on to both Jay and Hailey’s shoulders looking into their eyes -they could hear the pain in Hank’s voice and in his face- because there was no denying that if someone didn’t deserve this, was you. With that Jay sat on the ground, taking a moment to grasp the fact that he wouldn’t have the opportunity to say goodbye, not even to give you a proper burial. It wasn’t long before having to go clean out your locker -Hailey promising Jay to stay and be there when they recovered your body- because they had to.

Arriving at the 51 everything felt heavy, the air, the place and the memories. Opening your locker, he couldn’t help but feel a pan on his heart looking at all the polaroid’s you had taped to your locker door. Some were from when Hailey and you were kids, some with the 51, a lot with Silvie and the ones with Jay -that had the date and a painted heart on them- those made him feel like he was drowning. In the very middle of everything there was a box -he recognized that box- he opened it reviling a necklace he had given you the day you two met -unknown to you he had taken a picture when you were looking over the pier and wrote the date and “pretty sure I just met the love of my life today” in the bottom- that polaroid lingered in his locker door at the district.

“You promised…” he sat down still holding you necklace in his hands and putting it on him, remembering the last conversation you had,

Walking towards the kitchen Jay watched as you were singing, dancing, and cooking at the same time. Leaning on the door frame he admired the beautiful woman who one day he would get the chance to call his wife…mother of his kids. He couldn’t wait. The song “shut up and dance” came through the speaker, which made you started dancing harder and singing louder.

“You know we have neighbors, right?” he said chuckling when he saw you jump a bit, you giggle when you turn around to meet his eyes. You shrugged your shoulders and started dancing towards him, making him laugh harder,

“Don’t you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me, I say you’re holding back she said shut up and dance with me…” getting a hold of his hands you pulled him to dance with you, both laughing and smiling -like a dream- twirling you around “this woman is my destiny, she said uh uh…” Jay continued then picking you up, you wrapping your legs around his waist laughing he smiled and gave you a kiss. It felt like floating,

“You promise to come home?” “Always”

You woke up feeling like your lungs were on fire, you didn’t know where you were or what had happened, then you remembered being shot and just… falling. It was a big pipe hole compared to you -you’re a small gal- to say the least, you could move freely but you couldn’t see anything. Wasn’t this supposed to be an oil pipe- you thought - unknown to anyone even yourself that pipe wasn’t full of oil anymore, it had filled itself with water with the storm that had hit Chicago the past few days. Everything hurt and you were pretty sure that you would have had to drown by now -but by some miracle you were still breathing barely-. You looked around you seeing some light coming through what you assumed was an exit -it couldn’t be sun, you were pretty sure it had been hours-, so you slowly moved towards it. You could feel something leaking through your paramedic shirt and down your leg mixing with the water you were soaked in. Right, I’m shot -you thought-. Crawling out you had to look around to figure how much time you had been in there, you got the call at 5pm and now it was dark, maybe 8pm, pretty accurate -you thought-. Looking at the distance you could distinguish some police lights and a couple of people, some fire trucks and ambulance -your ambulance-. They hadn’t left, that made you breath a laugh and cry, they were still there, looking for you.

Getting closer you barely heard a set of familiar voices,

“It’s been over 3 hours, I- I’m starting to think that she won’t be there” “I just want her here. She’s the only family I have left” Silvie and Hailey were squeezing each other’s hands with a lost gaze on the pipe hole -were everyone was still working on going down-. Just then a phone rang, “It’s Voight…” “Pick it up”. Turning around and going to answer the phone Hailey stopped death in her tracks, smacking Silvie’s arm -making her turn around- as if to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating her little sister in front of her. “Y/N!” Hailey’s scream got everyone’s attention looking at you with relieved, yet surprised looks. How could you have survived? How was that humanly possible? Just then your eyes turned to the back of your head, and everything went black.

Jay had almost died, when he heard two of the most terrifying and reliving words coming out of Hailey’s mouth, “She’s alive”. After that everything was a blur, he had driven to Med in record speed, every detail of your condition unknown, he was terrified. And now a couple of hours later you were in the ICU, with Hailey grabbing your right hand and Jay your left hand,

“I thought she wasn’t going to make it…” Jay whispered so he could be heard just by your sister. “Let’s not even say it, please…” Hailey paused taking a breath before continuing. “I thought… there I go again, losing the o-only person who means everything to me. I don’t even know why I’m crying she’s right here, with me, with us” “Yeah… I know the feeling…” just then you opened your eyes, taking in your surroundings, you felt something weighting your hands, so your instinct was to squeeze. Hailey and Jay almost went jumped through the roof when they felt your hand squeeze theirs, looking into their eyes you smile a little,

“I have risen from the dead, my dear friends.” -you had a dark humor sometimes- “Don’t… shut the fuck up, you bitch” Hailey responded in the middle of chuckles which made you wink at her and smile. Now looking at Jay you couldn’t help but want to cry,

“You almost gave me a heart attack, you know that?” “…I know… I’m sorry” “Never. Again. You are not allowed to be in this hospital ever again. And you are not allowed to die on me.” Jay said leaning down to look directly in your eyes, and you could see the desperation on his green orbs. You both knew you couldn’t promise each other such things, even more with your jobs, but you nodded just to give him a peace of mind. The rest of the night was spend by Jay keeping you close to him, with the unsettling feeling of fear- fear of losing you- and you could only imagine the hell he went through.

It had been a couple of days since the incident. You were on strict bed rest and Jay made sure you were following orders, so he took a couple of weeks on furlough. Now you were in bed as per usual, Jay hugging your waist from behind with his face in the crock of your neck, and being careful not to touch your stitches, but you couldn’t sleep anymore, so carefully and silently you got out of Jay’s grasp and went to the living room where your bag was. Unknown to Jay, in it was your will, -yes, the will you were supposed to make way before entering at the 51- but until now you felt like it didn’t made a difference.

30 minutes into writing you heard Jay’s footsteps coming towards the bar table on your kitchen. You felt him hug your waist -he did that a lot- from behind you and kiss your neck.

“I think you are supposed to be on bed rest missy” with that sexy tired voice and you were sure his hair looked hotter, you chuckled turning your head and giving him a kiss, the both of you smiling into it -just being grateful for life essentially-.

“I just needed to finish this” “What’s that?” he peeked forward getting a look at the papers, furrowing his eyebrows and looking back at you. “A will? W-why?” he turned the stool so that you were looking up at him. You cupped his cheeks giving him a soothing smile,

“I had to get it done a long time ago. Didn’t think a needed it until- until you know…” your smile faded remembering the scary moments. Jay took the papers from your hands putting them on the bar table before looking into your eyes and turning his head to the side avoiding your gaze,

“Let’s not…I don’t want to talk about that.” “…okay…” he just nodded returning his gaze to you and giving you a small smile before reaching for the necklace in his neck and putting it on you giving it a kiss before pecking your lips. “You know this is my good luck charms, pretty sure that’s why it happened, you know, before I didn’t have it on me” Jay groaned rolling his eyes. Before he proceeded to pick you up from the stool -you looking like a koala- and walking back to your bedroom.

“Let’s not talk, I just wanna hold my baby girl and pretend the world doesn’t exist” he muttered while carefully placing you on the bed and wrapping an arm around you, you instantly putting your head on his chest.

“I’ll always come home” “Like hell, you fucking better” laughing the both of you shared a sweet kiss and sleep took over you little household.

#jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead fluff #jay halstead #fan fiction #one chicago fic #jay halstead angst #chicago pd imagines

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ask-spidersisters · 2 years

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Stealth Suit

After promising Thalia that no she wasn’t going to break into OsCorp right now, she swears she’s just going to the Tower, Athena finally made it. Slipping in through the launch pad doors and making her way down to the lab where her main suit was. The one she was wearing currently was her backup, the one Stark had made for her. Although the retractable arms and armor aspects were useful, they wouldn’t be partially helpful for this stealth mission. Plus, although he did tone down the red, it was still a brighter hue than her main suit, which would definitely not do her any favors.

Athena looked down at her broken main suit on the table. She picked up the mask, turning it over to look at the cracked lense and biting the inside of her cheek.

It’s a lot more banged up than I remembered…

She ran her hands over the torn fabric, not needing a diagnostic to know that its systems were badly damaged. She hung her head gripping the edge of the table.

Fuck. This will take way longer than a day to fix entirely. And I can’t break into OsCorp of all places with a half functional suit.

Athena’s head shot up when she heard footsteps coming down the hall outside the door. She slipped her mask back on and turned right as it opened.

“Ah. Funny seeing you here.”

Athena relaxed a smile forming on her face as she recognized the blonde.

“I could say the same. You still sticking around?”

Yelena shrugged, walking into the room and letting the door automatically close behind her.

“Well I realized I really don’t have anywhere else to go. Plus, this place is really intuitive.”

Athena took off her mask and leaned against the table, crossing her arms.

“What are you an Avenger now?”

Yelena’s face scrunched up in an expression of offense and disgust.

“Ugh. No. That flashy stuff may suit Natasha but it is not for me.”

Athena snorted as Yelena walked up closer to look at what was on the table.

“Your suit?”

Athena’s face dropped slightly, her good mood dampened by the reminder of the obstacle she currently faced.

“Yeah. I need to get in some place quietly, and my back up suit is a bit to attention grabbing.”

She explained, motioning to her currently equipped suit. Yelena hummed, looking back at her.

“Ah, already back in the game huh? Well you might just be in luck.”

Athena quirked an eyebrow in confusion as Yelena gestured for her to follow as she walked deeper into the lab. She pulled a box out from a cabinet and plopped it on the counter, sliding it towards Athena.

“Maybe this will work.”

Athena tilted her head and slowly opened the lid. Her eyes widened as she put down her mask to pull out the gift inside. Yelena stood back with a smile as Athena unfurled the black suit, decorated with a large red spider symbol on its chest and back, with thin red lines on the seams. She noticed the palms of the gloves had red hour glasses and the lenses of the mask shone with a slight red tint. She store at it in awe.

“I… w-what… how?”

Athena couldn’t hide the smile forming on her face as she turned to Yelena, holding the suit closer to herself.

“Well since I decided to stick around Natasha and I thought that maybe you could use a new style.”

Yelena brought out a hand to ruffle her hair.

“And the machines here work really fast. All we had to do was plug in the design and use your old suits systems as a base and bam!”

Athena knocked Yelena’s hand off her head.

“Thank you.”

Yelena smiled.

“Anytime Scarlet.”

“Athena.”

Yelena blinked in surprise.

“My name is Athena.”

#spidersona #oc #writing snapshot #writing #Bad Karma Arc #Scarlet Spider Bad Karma #Athena gets an upgrade enter the stealth suit/Widow suit!#yes this suit is heavily based on the Spider-Man ps4 Black Cat suit I really like that one #stealth suit

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lunupine · 2 years

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srsly how would u have gotten here? google? dont read this shit its not sfw

A SEQUEL SO I CAN SHARE THIS HORROR W/ OTHER PEOPLE. im not writing trigger tags. it's horror and torture, what do you want out of me? you people know what im about. actually there's not a lot of torture, mostly just mind break and rape

this is MOSTLY just smut and also was never finished because we got to wanting to rp different things

Solynx09/06/2019 Ring woke up with a twitch. His eyes opened to stare at the pillows on his bed. Fia was sitting behind him, brushing his cheek soothingly. He smiled at the feeling. It was warm and comforting, contrasted by a cool breeze from an open window. It brought with it the smell of chill that made him think of Halloween. If he breathed deeper, he could smell freshly cut grass. Evening light leaked in and washed incandescence over the room. The cicadas were noisy tonight, but he liked to listen to the sound. When the cicadas died down, crickets chirped in their place. The two went back and forth in a summer melody.

His body felt sore and weak, but it wasn't seething with pain like it had before he woke up. His mouth wasn't overwhelmed with the taste of blood. It didn't hurt to exist, either. It was closed and not feeling like nails were being raked down it. He could wiggle and breathe. He wasn't sure what happened, but something had fixed him. He nuzzled into Fia's hand. Thank God for whoever did it. He had work tomorrow. He wanted to go back to life and ignore what happened.

He rolled over to face Fia, a smile on his lips and a small, joyous laugh escaping him. He loved to wake up to her. He froze as he stared at the body of the person next to him. That wasn't Fia. He looked up at their face. That was Joseph. The smile was replaced with wide eyes and a paling face. He jerked back and scrambled against the sheets to move away from him. His chest tightened with fear, and the most he could get out was a horrified gasp. Only after he'd kicked himself free of blankets and sat up did he manage to stumble out, "Where did you-- How-- ... Get-get out!"

Visa09/07/2019 Joseph had been laying there a while, staring at Ring as he smiled softly. This of course was broken once the other was panicking at his being there, a hand flying to his mouth as he pressed a finger to his lips. "Now now, Ring...shhh...we don't want to alert the others do we?" he whispered, eyes flickering to the collar as that hand then went to gently caress it. "I know that you wouldn't want Fia or Ryder to get hurt, right?" He stated, a grin forming on his face as his eyes seemed to glow with an almost menacing aura. "You still have the collar on....I find that special." He hummed, hooking the collar with his forefinger as his lips replaced the hand that had clamped over Ring's mouth.

Solynx09/07/2019 Ring had been prepared to yell quite a loud, "Fuck you," and even got the first syllable out before he choked off his words. This bastard got into his house. His bed. Ring wanted to bite down on his hand until it bled and shout out a warning or a cry for help. His body went cold with fear and he wanted away. But the simple mention of Fia and Ryder made him go completely silent. He didn't want them to be hurt. In some part of his mind, he argued with himself over yelling away. It would be two on one, surely they could do something. Hiko would protect Ring no matter what. But even with that, he still didn't want to risk it. He couldn't bear the thought of Fia being hurt, or Ryder ending up in Joseph's hands again.

He tensed all over from Joseph hooking a finger over the collar. It was already a tight fit - the leather pressed against the back of his neck as it strained to accommodate the insertion. Joseph kissed him, and Ring whimpered into it. He shook away from it and tried to shove Joseph away. "No-- Please," he begged in a whisper, "I won't tell anyone. I promise. Just leave me alone."

Visa09/07/2019 "Leave you alone? why hm?" He muttered, kissing down Ring's neck and nipping at the skin. "It's a shame, really that my marks where healed....why would you do that to me, huh? Don't you want to remember the time we had together?" He asked, then grabbing Ring and sitting him up on the bed. He pulled out the open mouth gag he had used on him before, then tilting his head almost innocently. "Do you not love me as much as you said you did? I"m hurt..."

Solynx09/07/2019 Shoving his shoulders didn't work. Ring put his hand on Joseph's face when it connected to his neck and pushed that away instead. He'd stumbled out of the bed and to his feet now, and continued to pace backwards. Maybe he could flee into the bathroom and lock the door. Joseph wouldn't be able to go in there without causing a ruckus.

"Your 'marks' almost killed me," he spat back in reply. His hands came to the collar and started to take it off. He hadn't had the chance to remove it yet, so he might as well do it now. "And I don't want this stupid collar, and--" He cut himself off with a yip as he was suddenly grabbed and lifted. He let go of the collar, having it halfway off, and instead pushed himself out of Joseph's arms. He landed on the bed and rolled a bit away. It didn't seem like Joseph cared. Joseph just went into his pocket and pulled out that gag from earlier. Ring swallowed hard at seeing it. "You don't attack and--" He didn't want to say the word rape. He didn't want it to be that. "--and hurt people you love, Joseph."

Visa09/07/2019 "Is that right?" Joseph's stature seemed to change almost immediately, his head tilting to the other side. As much of an simple question that was, his eyes seemed to dull even more. "You think...that I hurt you? Attacked you? You where the one who teased me so casually when I was trying to hug you....you said...that it was a no touch moment...that we shouldn't be together....right?" The priest watched Ring scramble back a bit, then glancing at Ring's bedside drawer. Noticing a glint, he opened it, noting the rather sharp knife. He chuckled, taking it out and examined it. "Oh! This must have been used to much to get off, right? This knife being here by your bedside could only mean that, right?" He smiled, a glint in his eye as he moved forward a bit more.

"Ring....I didn't want to hurt you...I truly didn't. I just wanted to love you, Ring~ But you just made it so damn difficult!" He stabbed the bed in between Ring's leg at that last word, leaning in to stare at the other. His eyes looked almost red from how dark his eyes looked, a crazed grin on his face as he noted the fear in the other's eyes. "If you would've accepted the fact that I had Ryder as a gift for you....this would have been so much easier to deal with!"

Solynx09/07/2019 Joseph was volatile. Ring could tell that much. Just a few words made him angry and ranting. Ring didn't offer any verbal response to what Joseph was saying, but did slowly shake his head. Joseph did hurt him. Did attack him. Getting a little naughty didn't warrant having his mouth burned out or a nail driven through his wing and hand. It being inappropriate meant stay away from each other and don't do it again, not collar someone and threaten them with violence.

He watched as Joseph suddenly turned away and went into the drawer, coming out with a knife. That made Ring shrink in his clothes. He'd forgotten that was in there. He would've grabbed it. "It's for protection," he answered. It was a poor lie. There were other things for sex in that drawer too. The blade of the dagger was finely sharpened and sliced through anything with ease.

He jumped as the knife was stabbed between Ring's legs, afraid for a moment that Joseph was going to stab him with it. He glanced down at it, then back up to Joseph. Joseph was smiling now, like this was something to enjoy. He raised one of his hands, ready to protect himself. He didn't have a response to what Joseph was saying. He was too convinced of his own actions and words. Anything Ring said felt like it'd make things worse

Visa09/07/2019 "Poor thing...you look so scared....All i want to do is love you...why can't you understand that?" The knife slowly dragged over the bed, making stuffing come out of it as well as let a few springs poke out. He drew the blade out, then pointing it at Ring's face. "You expect me to think this isn't for your own pleasure? Protection? That's a lie and you know it~" He hummed, chuckling and putting the knife's handle in between his teeth before putting the gag over Ring's neck again. It jingled slightly, and Ring's hand that was raised for defense was kissed. "Ring.....you know...I was scared of you at first. All the things you said in chat truly did scare me." he hummed, grabbing the lube from the drawer and coating it on the knife's blade. He gently pressed the tip against Ring's stomach, smile still wide as he spoke in a disturbingly calm fashion.

"You admitting a lot of things...how you like your sex. How you get off to knives...reading back on what you said to everyone on what gets you hot under the collar...honestly it scared and disturbed me at first....but seeing everything that you've done in your life....seeing all the hardship you've gone through in your life. I think I understand now!" The knife tip merely curved around on Ring's clothed stomach, then teasing against Ring's crotch. "Life...your life in particular gets so boring, you know? You have to spice it up! And your husband...I may not understand your language, but I saw how much you loved him....which is why..." Joseph's hand gripped at Ring's hip the priest leaning in to whisper softly in Ring's ear. "Even if you don't mean it...even if you hate me, I want to hear that from you. That you love me...even if you don't mean it. Because all that matters to me is the words."

Solynx09/07/2019 Ring's lie was called out almost immediately. He bit his lip. He hadn't expected it to work, but he was hoping it would. He had nothing else to add. He just kept a careful eye on the blade as Joseph waved it around. Even if he did use it in bed, that didn't mean he wanted it stabbed in him right now. He remained spring-boarded, ready to jump or lash out of Joseph if things got physical. He didn't want to be hurt again. He didn't want to have sex again.

When Joseph leaned forward, Ring struck. He lashed out with a quick blow to his face and tore at his cheek. His hand was grabbed in an iron grip and kissed. Ring tried to jerk it away, panic rising in his eyes. Being restrained was probably the worst thing to happen right now. He didn't even notice the gag put around his neck. He snatched his hand back when Joseph let go to do something odd with the knife. He took lubricant from the drawer and coated the blade in it. Ring had intended to scramble away, but the weirdness of it captured him for a moment. Ring then finally realised that Joseph was probably going to insert it into his butt. He slid back to the other end of the bed and raised a blanket between him and Joseph. The blanket was just grabbed and shoved away, and the knife pointed to his stomach.

He took in a sharp breath at that, his stomach sucking in to keep as away from the knife as it could. The grab at his hip made him release it though, as he squeaked with concern. Joseph's fingers dug in securely and he loomed over Ring. Ring looked to his face as he tried to squirm away. "I'll never love you," he hissed. "Not after what you did to me. And I'll never let you hear me say it."

Visa09/07/2019 "I know....I know..." He stated, then grabbing the gag and putting it in Ring's mouth with a bit of resistance. "But you don't need love to fuck. And that's what I fully intend on doing to you." He whispered, pulling away a bit as the grip on Ring's hip pulled him toward's the edge of the bed. He unbuttoned his pants, taking out his already half stiff dick and grabbing Ring's head. He plunged his dick into his mouth, chuckling at the struggling the other was doing at trying to get away. "You know, the more your struggle, the harder I get...." he panted, then pointing the knife at the top of Ring's head. "Though as cute as you struggling is, if you don't stop, I'll shove this knife in your brains and use someone else to get off on....maybe Fia? She's a cute one, she is...got so attached to me when I was here." He stated, staring at the blades sheen and the lube slowly dripping on Ring's head.

It would've been a laughing matter to see that, however the dangerous nature of the crazed was not a joke to make. He continued to pound into Ring's mouth, groaning softly as the head was squeezed by Ring's unwilling throat.

Solynx09/07/2019 Ring did struggle when Joseph suddenly snagged the gag. He tried to tear away with a growl and keep Joseph from putting it on him, but Joseph was much stronger than he was. After a brief fight, Joseph managed to get it on him. He then made the mistake of pulling away from Ring without doing anything with his hands, so after a moment of consideration, Ring took the gag off and threw it to the side of the room. No reason for that to be around. He turned to Joseph in time to see his pants down and a hand grabbing for his hair. Ring tried to pull back, gasping, but he was seized and forced down Joseph's cock.

He coughed and gagged around it as it shoved right into his throat. He had enough practice to not throw up, but he did try to jerk away with no success. That didn't mean he to submit to this, though. His teeth were still sharp and prime for tearing into things. He could bite down on the unwanted insertion. The knife pressed against his temple.

He looked up with a glare, warning Joseph that he wouldn't listen, and it vanished the moment Fia's name was brought up. Joseph wouldn't hurt her. Surely he wouldn't risk that. But the thought of her being hurt or assaulted made his stomach turn, and he closed his eyes with another choke as Joseph continued to thrust into him. He didn't want her to be hurt again.

So he'd just have to save her. If he could get the upper hand on Joseph, he wouldn't have to worry. Or if he could get that knife away, things would be more even. Though he wasn't trying to pull his head away, he re-opened his eyes, angry behind tears threatening to spill. He wouldn't be intimidated into this. In one quick grab, he snatched the hand that Joseph had the knife in and twisted it away from him, stabbing a claw right through the middle and out the other side.

Visa09/07/2019 Joseph gasped, hissing in pain as the other man wrenched the knife away, growling and pinning his hips and Ring's hands high above him as he continued to thrust into his throat. He panted, fucking Ring's head practically into the mattress as he squeezed at the other's wrists. He wasn't giving up, for sure, especially considering since he was starting to feel the pleasure build, even with Ring's fangs scraping against his shaft. "You know....hah...Fia is so lonely..ah...she'd probably be happy to be handled like this." He chuckled, pounding harder and deeper into Ring's throat.

He could feel the other struggling underneath him, panting as his grip only tightened. "I understand that she's probably stressed...I bet since you're out of commission, she wouldn't hesitate to find someone to replace you. Just like how you're ready to replace her as soon as she dies, huh?" He moaned, feeling his cock twitch with eagerness.

Solynx09/07/2019 For Ring's insolence, he felt his head shoved into the mattress by the force of Joseph's pounding. He'd started to get used to the feeling - he'd certainly done this kind of thing a number of times before - but that made him start retching again. It hurt. The tears that had been welling up started to run down his face. He couldn't breathe with Joseph's penis all the way down his throat and abusing his mouth. Black spots started to creep into the corners of his vision. He growled and tried to pull away, only to realise his hands were now being held up as well. He closed his eyes as more crying wracked his body and continued to take from whatever breath he had remaining. He couldn't do this. He was going to pass out. He wasn't even listening to Joseph's taunting anymore, though he did vaguely make out him mentioning Fia again. He just didn't want to go unconscious and be completely at Joseph's mercy.

Visa09/07/2019 Joseph went from taunting to moaning, panting as his hips continuously crashed into Ring's mouth. Ring eventually started to thrash less. "You gonna knock out huh?" He panted, face drowned in pleasure as his orgasm reached a point. With how hard he was pounding into the man, he was already ready to cum, drooling a bit as with a few more thrusts, he came deep inside Ring's throat, gasping and groaning as Ring's throat tightened around him. After a few thrusts of pleasure, he pulled off cumming a bit on Ring's face too. Though he wanted to reel back and enjoy the soft whimpers of Ring, he felt himself suddenly get yanked by the hair, noting Ryder's angry expression before grinning himself. "Oh no! I've been caught!" He laughed, Ryder punching him square in the jaw and pointing a knife at Joseph's throat.

"You have a lot of balls coming in here, fucker!" Ryder hissed, readying to just cut open the fucker's throat then and there.

Solynx09/07/2019 Ring tried hard to suck in whatever slight of air he could as Joseph thrusted in his mouth. He had to pull back a bit to do that, and it gave Ring slivers of air to go on. His body was still screaming for oxygen, though. His saliva coated Joseph's dick and drooled out the edges of his mouth, sealing away potential air. He tried to stick his tongue forward to clear his mouth, but apparently, that just excited Joseph. He came. Heat suddenly shot into Ring's throat and ran into his stomach. Ring groaned against it. He couldn't feel. He couldn't see. He couldn't think. He just wanted to breathe.

And then he did, because Joseph pulled out and finished his orgasm on Ring's face. He flinched a bit as spurts of cum got near his eyes, but for the most part, he didn't react. He just panted and gasped for hard, ragged breaths that made life twitch into his limbs. His tongue hung out of his mouth and spit lined the edges of his mouth. He really did look like a dog. He laid limp on the bed while his chest heaved for air, and after a moment, he began spitting out semen as well. His head was buzzing. There were a lot of things in the room. He felt dizzy. His eyes didn't focus on anything for several long, still seconds, before he finally blinked and was able to see Ryder in a fight with Joseph. Panic shot him into standing up on his knees and flailing out with a hand that planted on Joseph's shoulder.

"No!" he wheezed out. "Don't-- don't... take him..." He didn't know what was going on, but he'd first done all this so Ryder wouldn't be in Joseph's clutches. Even if he was still weak, he would try and fight for him.

Visa09/07/2019 Ryder blinked in confusion, looking at Ring and muttering a "Wait why--" before Joseph elbowed him straight in the stomach, keeling over as Joseph then grabbed the knife and backed up to close and lock the door, then grabbing Ryder by the hair and holding the knife to the other's throat. Ryder froze, eyes widening in fear as he felt like his blood went cold. This was bad, unlike Ring, he couldn't bounce back from this if he got a stab in the throat. "Now now, little puppy! Why are you so angry, hm? You got away scotch free, ya know?" He stated, then leaning in to gently nuzzle Ryder's neck. The younger man gasped, trying to move away if not for the knife reminding him that it was still there.

"You know, Ring...I feel so guilty about going off on you for suggesting I wanted to be with my brother...because for a matter of fact ...it's true." He hummed, while still with the knife in his hand, using his free hand to start feeling up the other. Ryder gasped, looking disgusted and scared as he shut his eyes, body shivering as Joseph gently licked at his neck. "I mean, clearly you can't blame me.....you fucked him...twice may I add." He hummed, then letting his hand slide lower, placing his hand on his hips as he grinded gently. "Bet he felt good, huh?"

Solynx09/07/2019 Ring had put his weight on Joseph, so when Joseph moved out from under Ring's hand, Ring collapsed back onto the bed. He was still breathless and reeling from nearly being choked unconscious. He looked helplessly as Joseph was able to get the upper hand on Ryder and put the dagger up against his throat. He wanted to get up and help fight Joseph away, but out of fear that Joseph would immediately stab Ryder, Ring stayed on the bed. He was still trying to get himself together, anyway. His head felt light. He was probably hyper-ventilating by now.

Hearing Ring was right about how Joseph felt toward Ryder didn't make him feel good. Joseph's two favourite toys were now locked in a room with him, and Joseph had a knife. Ring needed to do something, at least give Ryder a chance to bolt. Slowly, his breathing began to steady, and he even took a moment to swallow and fix his jaw after it'd been pounded so hard. Joseph was feeling Ryder up. Part of him was impressed that he was still aroused, but mostly he was disgusted.

"Don't do anything to him," Ring croaked out after a minute. His voice was hoarse. He put a hand underneath him and forced himself to sit up. "Take whatever out on me. I don't care. Don't make him go back to the mental ward."

Visa09/07/2019 "Why would I let him go back, Ring?" He hummed, gently biting down on Ryder's shoulder as the younger man let out a sharp pained cry. The priest noted Ring coming forward, eyes fixated as the other got closer. Looking rather devious, he unbuttoned Ryder's pants, getting a panicked squeak from the other. "I know a way we can all just leave this without anyone dying or getting hurt." He stated, starting to stroke Ryder gently. The man groaned, cheeks starting to get red as Joseph stroked him faster and faster. "S...Stop...Jojo please...I don't..." he panted, tears starting to roll down his cheeks as he felt the shame and the embarrassment soak him down to the bone. "Suck him off, Ring." He stated lowly, then putting the knife closer to the others throat. "Do that, and I'll leave...won't come back."

A part of him upon hearing Ryder call him by his nickname made something burn inside him, his own cock starting to get a bit harder as he continued to jerk him off. "Trust me, puppy, it's taking everything in my power to not just take you here~" He purred, kissing at the other's neck. "Aren't I just a good big brother~?" he cooed, then looking at Ring again. "Well? Get to it, huh? Unless you WANT Ryder dead and to be assaulted by me all night."

Solynx09/07/2019 Joseph's answer to Ring's request made him flinch. He was right. There was no way he'd let Ryder run around, probably. At least, not to a hospital. It was too safe there. Ryder could hide from him there. He looked down. He felt helpless here. With the door locked, Hiko certainly couldn't get in and save them in a pinch. They were just stuck there, listening to Joseph's commands. Ring stared down at his lap. He didn't want to see what Joseph was doing to Ryder, though he could hear it. It made his stomach knot. Maybe he could get himself to vomit up the cum Joseph forced him to swallow.

He looked up when he heard his name, and was forced to witness what was happening. Joseph was holding Ryder close against him, grinding and kissing him while still having him at knife point. He was making Ryder get hard. Ring bit on his lip and looked away again. He heard Joseph's order to come forward and blow Ryder, but Ring didn't move. Not until Joseph threatened to kill Ryder.

"You-- you wouldn't!" His head snapped to look at Joseph. "You-- Not if--" He stumbled over a few words, before his eyes flicked down to Ryder's erection and he grew quiet. After a moment more of hesitation, he moved off of the bed. "I'm sorry, Ryder. I don't want to risk him doing anything to you." At the very least, he forced his teeth to be normal so he wouldn't accidentally break skin.

He got on his knees in front of Ryder. His skin burned with shame and embarrassment, but he still slid a hand up to wrap around the base of Ryder's cock. His thumb played with the shaft while he licked at Ryder's head, then began to take him in his mouth. Maybe if he was quick about this, it'd be less terrible. He certainly knew how to get a guy off.

His tail, ever mischievous and up to its own thing, curled around Ring's thigh. The spade of it pressed against his pants and began to rub at him idly. He didn't even notice until he felt the pressure of the tail - it was just something it did whenever he started to service someone, a side effect of his demon parts coming from a lust demon. His legs pressed together. It didn't stop his tail from trying to tease him, but he didn't want Joseph to see and think he was liking this. He didn't want to think of what Joseph would do to him if he came to that conclusion.

Visa09/08/2019 Ryder gasped at the warmth around his dick, tears pricking as he stared down at Ring. His hips moved involuntarily, bucking at the feeling of wetness that seemed to overwhelm him. "R-Ring..." he choked out, panting and whimpering as Joseph kissed at his neck. He felt like hiding forever, especially considering his body was getting hot. This was wrong, this was really wrong. Ring sucking him off...his brother touching him. Just everything about his was bad, and as much as he wanted to fucking run, he couldn't. His legs where shaking, head hanging as he moaned softly.

Joseph meanwhile looked amused, watching Ring suck off his brother carefully. Ring looked so hot taking his brother, and honestly it got him even harder now. The priest carefully started getting off behind Ryder, panting softly as he gently teased Ryder's ass, making him whimper slightly.

Solynx09/08/2019 Ryder wasn't the only one who felt wrong. The entire situation made Ring feel sick. Some deep part of him cursed out Ryder for walking into the room and forcing this situation to arise, but he shoved it away. It wasn't Ryder's fault. Joseph was holding them all hostage for his own freakish pleasure. He wasn't even trying to get attention or love out of this. Ring could hear him playing with himself. Ring fought back a fresh pang of tears and tried to focus on sucking Ryder off. It didn't take long for him to settle on a quick pace, his tongue working over his shaft as Ring ran along it.

Ring recoiled the moment he took too much of Ryder in his mouth and felt his dick start to get near his throat. His body revolted at the idea of having to choke down another dick. He pulled off completely and fell onto all fours, coughing and spitting onto the ground. After a moment, he put a hand on Ryder's leg and begged, "I can't-- Don't hurt him, I just-- I can't do this."

Visa09/08/2019 Joseph raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. "Oh? You can't?" He asked, ignoring the gentle sobs from the young man. Joseph's eyes seemed to glint again, as he then pulled out the lube. He gently coated his dick, then teasing Ryder's ass. He gasped, shaking his head as Joseph stared blankly at Ring. "Well then, I guess you have to wait until I fuck him, huh? If you move to get help, I'll kill him, and Fia of course." He stated simply, forcing Ryder on the ground and on all fours. This is when Ryder started panicking, shaking his head and sobbing loudly as the priest started teasing him more. "No! No no no! Joe please I don't want this!!" He whispered, looking up at Ring with tear filled eyes. Joseph roughly shoved the other's head on the ground, about to enter Ryder, though he did pause to look at Ring.

"Unless....you want to take his place and let me claim you instead. Otherwise you better stay there like a good boy."

Solynx09/08/2019 Ring could only watch in abject horror as Joseph started advancing on Ryder. "No, no! I-I can, I--" He cut himself off. Joseph wasn't listening. This was all the permission he needed to actually do things to Ryder, and Ring could see that he was set in doing this. Ring slunk a couple steps back as Ryder was dropped to the floor. All he could manage was to mutter out apologies. He'd really done it now. He didn't need Joseph to tell him to sit there and watch. He knew that knife would end up in Ryder's throat if he even thought of doing anythign else. He shut his eyes and whimpered as Ryder started begging Joseph for mercy. He wouldn't get it. The sounds just made Ring feel like throwing up.

Until Joseph offered Ring to take his place. Without even thinking, Ring's head snapped up and he blurted out, "I'll do it! Anything you want to do to me, I'll go with it, just leave him be!" He paused after the fact, wondering if he really should've said that, but quickly decided yes. He wouldn't let Ryder be punished for his incapabilities.

Visa09/08/2019 Ryder's eyes widened, looking up at Ring who looked hesitant at first, but firm about his decision. "R-Ring..." he whimpered, gasping as Joseph stood. It felt like a couple of seconds before Joseph had Ring on his lap facing Ryder, the priest kissing on Ring's neck before lifting him up and sliding into him. The lube made it easier, obviously, sliding into Ring, making the priest grunt in abject disappointment, but nonetheless, he began bouncing Ring on his lap. "See? This is much better isn't it?" he chuckled against Ring's ear. Spreading the being's legs, he made sure that Ryder had a good look of his cock near fully sheathed in Ring.

"Just because the knife isn't pointed at you doesn't mean you get to leave, little brother." Joseph panted, Ryder twitching as he started shakily adjusting his pants. "You have to watch...and if Ring cries to loud, shut him up with your dick. It gets annoying after a while."

Solynx09/08/2019 He gave Ryder a weak, reassuring smile. He could deal with this. He could handle Joseph. With shaking hands, he undid his pants and shoved them off of his legs, just in time for Joseph to walk over and grab him. He whimpered, but moved with. He didn't want Joseph to go back to Ryder. The thought of having to take him again didn't sit well, but it'd spare Ryder the horror of it. Ring gritted his teeth as Joseph lined his cock up to Ring's hole and pulled him down on it.

Joseph's entry made him gasp and tense a bit. He was filling, especially in Ring's tight ass. He had to force himself to relax as Joseph quickly took to fucking him. He didn't want to agitate him. Ring worked his hips with Joseph's lead to keep his cock fucking him deeply. At least he had lube this time. Circumstances aside, Joseph's dick actually felt pretty good and, with a bit of adjusting from Ring, managed to start hitting him in some good spots. It wasn't long before his own cock started to harden. His tail wrapped around it and began to stroke it, the tip of it now playing with his head. He bit his lip to stop himself from making any sound, but a small moan leaked out anyway. It felt good.

Visa09/09/2019 "That feel good, Ring? I heard that cute little moan~" Joseph hummed, bouncing the man on his lap as he continued to fuck him. He was fully sheathed inside Ring, and with little resistance too. Noticing Ring's tail play with his dick, the priest chuckled, then licking Rings' cheek. "Tell Ryder how good it feels, Ring~ Tell him how good my dick feels pounding your tight ass~" He cooed, Ryder looking disgusted and angry all at once. Ryder felt the guilt burn in his stomach, standing there as he watched Ring get raped by Joseph. He hated this, he truly wanted to bash the fuckers head in again. But if he even so much as flinched, he would put Fia in danger wouldn't he? Ryder looked away, gritting his teeth as a gentle laugh came out of Joseph.

Solynx09/09/2019 Ring's face burned with shame as Joseph spoke up about his moan. He wasn't enjoying this. He was only hard because of the touch to him, and nothing more. But Ring was a noisy person regardless and never that good at holding his tongue when he should. His breath was starting to quicken with how thoroughly Joseph was fucking him, and he let out an airy moan when Joseph licked him. His body was prickling with sensitivity.

When Joseph gave him a command, his demeanour changed entirely. His eyes widened, and he stared down at Ryder with tearful fear. The thought of saying that disgusted him, yet without hesitation, he cried out, "It f-feels amazing! You're so big--" His words cut off as he suddenly hiccuped and started crying. His stomach turned at hearing his voice. "And- and touching me everywhere that feels good... and I've already gotten so hard from you..." He bit down on his lip and choked down another moan. It came out as a pathetic, whining croak. "I l-love your cock..."

Visa09/09/2019 "Good...good...you close, baby?" He moaned, then glancing at Ryder as he shook. The priest chuckled, then started pounding him harder. "I wouldn't want a mess on your floor....why don't you fuck Ryder and finish in him, hmmm? Then I'll fill you up when you're done~" Ryder's eyes widened, then looking at Ring and Joseph again. His body was trembling, the young man biting his lower lip. "Doesn't that sound good, Ryder? I mean...being fucked by Ring? Getting filled up?"

Solynx09/09/2019 Ring had started to mumble out a, "Not really," to Joseph's question, but his words ended up in a lewd moan when Joseph started taking him harder. He really was managing to hit Ring in all the right places. There was no way those memories he'd given Joseph were sex-free. Joseph would know just how to please Ring if he wanted him to cum. He shuddered as he looked down at Ryder watching them and only began to sob harder. This was miserable work, but if it saved Ryder from having to deal with it, he'd endure it.

"Y-yes, sir," he whimpered out at Joseph's order. His eyes pleaded for forgiveness from Ryder. He couldn't defy Joseph, but maybe he could be gentler than Joseph would be. "Do you want me to right now? Can I use lube...?"

Visa09/09/2019 "Yes to all that." Joseph laughed, then kissing Ring's cheek before pulling out of him. He rubbed his cock, watching Ryder wiggle slightly away from the two. His eyes where so full of fear when looking at Joseph's hungry gaze, but seeing Ring, he felt...well...safer with him. Swallowing, he stared down at Ring's dick, before nibbling his lower lip. "....I'll....make this easier on you I guess." he muttered, wiggling out of his pants. The young man's arms where shaking, as he got on all fours and faced his ass towards Ring.

Solynx09/09/2019 Joseph pulled out, and Ring almost felt cold from the absence. He stumbled forward a bit, gasping and shaking, then glanced back at Joseph again. He was really expecting him to fuck Ryder, and he still had that knife pointed at them. Ring swallowed and picked up the lube. At the very least, this wouldn't hurt. He wouldn't let it hurt. He poured some of the lube onto himself and rubbed it on. His tail had freed itself from his cock by now, letting small beads of precum run down his length. He was a little more turned on than he thought, and the view of Ryder's ass wasn't helping.

He poured a bit more on his fingers then grew close to Ryder, whispering, "I'm sorry." He then circled Ryder's asshole with one of his fingers, and pushed two of them inside. His ass was taut. Ring spent as long as Joseph let him trying to stretch him out and relax him some before finally mounting him. He squeezed Ryder's cheeks against his cock and grinded himself between then, then lined himself up with Ryder's hole. With one more glance to Joseph, he pushed himself inside, moaning shakily as he did.

Visa09/09/2019 Ryder cried out, feeling Ring's length slip into him, panting softly as it twitched inside him. Biting his lower lip, tears spilled from his eyes as he whimpered. Joseph had been rubbing himself slowly, smirking all the while as he saw Ring slip inside the other. "Does he feel good?" Joseph asked, staring coldly at Ring. He could tell Ryder was shaking, and honestly, that got him even harder. "God you both look so cute..."

Solynx09/09/2019 Ring choked out another apology at Ryder's cry. He could hear it in his bones. Still, he was given an order, and he slowly began to rock his hips for fear of Joseph becoming impatient. Each time, he pushed himself in a little deeper in. Ring had fucked him before, fast and lustful, and was relatively familiar with what he liked. Here though, he dared not to just mindlessly rut him. It'd get him off faster, but he wanted Ryder to get used to him being inside him first. When he was finally fully in, he paused for a moment, letting his cock throb and Ryder adjust.

He whimpered at Joseph's question. "Yes," he answered, refusing to look at him. "He's... always felt really good..." He wrapped his hands around Ryder's hips, leaning forward on his body, and started to slowly fuck him.

Visa09/09/2019 Ryder whimpered softly, arms shaking as Ring slowly started to fuck him. Feeling the head press and rub against the points that felt good, he started panting more. Having had sex with the man before, Ryder wasn't surprised that Ring had known which spots to hit to make him feel good. He tried to pretend Joseph wasn't here, focusing on his own panting and Ring's thrusts inside him. It felt almost intimate, the exchange between the both of them, and eventually, Ryder found himself moaning genuinely. His body started feeling hotter, tongue lolling senselessly as the pleasure eventually replaced the shame.

Joseph was panting too now, watching his two toys go at it. He knew how Ryder felt about Ring and vice versa, so just seeing them fuck so tenderly was rather charming. "How much are you going to fill him, huh?"

Solynx09/09/2019 Ring couldn't forget that Joseph was watching them, even if he focused on Ryder. He burned with embarrassment that somehow just turned him on more. He nuzzled his face into Ryder's neck and began to kiss at the crook of it. Joseph didn't seem to mind that Ring was being gentle, so he might as well keep going like that. His tail snaked around Ryder's hips and wrapped around him almost dutifully, and began to jerk him off. Ring worked on picking up pace, making sure to grind his cock right against Ryder's sweet spot. Ryder was moaning now, and it made Ring's heart flutter with excitement. The sounds were hot.

He pulled away from his kisses when Joseph spoke to him again. He buried his face against Ryder, and answered, "How ever much you tell me to. Whatever you want me to do, I will."

Visa09/09/2019 "Hmmm...from the way he's moaning, sounds like he wants to be filled a lot~" He chuckled, then walking over to bend Ring over Ryder. "I'm about to cum, so you better be ready too." he chuckled, slipping himself inside Ring and starting a steady pace. He didn't fuck his as hard as he could, giving him enough room to fuck Ryder as well, but have him shallow little thrusts to really hit at those spots he knew Ring was sensitive at. Feeling the thrusting Joseph was doing, Ryder moaned even more, moving his own hips as both his dick and ass was getting stimulated. He couldn't handle it, feeling the stimulation of Joseph's thrusting inside Ring, which in turn made Ring's thrusts more uneven and hard.

"M-More...Ring...please!" He whimpered, face red with both embarrassment and pleasure, his drool and tears collectively making a pool under his chin.

Solynx09/09/2019 "Yes sir," was Ring's only response before he went back to pounding Ryder. He settled into a steady, pleasing rhythm that seemed to make Ryder happy. It certainly pleased Ring. His cock was twitching and throbbing with excitement from the sex. Lube and pre followed Ring's dick in strings whenever he pulled out, and made a lewd wet noise whenever he pushed back in. Ring nuzzled his face into Ryder as he let out another pathetic moan. He hated this. He hated every bit of this. Even if Ryder was enjoying it, he was still violating him. As much as Ring could feel his orgasm building, he was still crying and struggling to breathe.

Ring didn't have a lot of time to react before Joseph went inside him. He lifted his head when he felt Joseph grab him, gasping out, "Wait--" only to let out a low groan when Joseph slipped inside him. His back arched as he was re-entered, and his hips began bucking Ryder a little rougher. His ass practically swallowed Joseph's cock up, desperate to have the attention it was getting before. Ring took a shaking breath and tried to apologise to Ryder, but Joseph started touching him in all the right places again and he involuntarily moaned again. His eyes fluttered shut and he gently bit down on Ryder's neck. His cock was plunging into a cute little ass, and he was getting attention from behind. His balls were starting to feel heavy. He slid out of Ryder, only to push onto Joseph. Back and forth, he was being pleasured without relief.

His body shook. He still felt horror and disgust, and wanted to wrench away and beat Joseph's face in. But his body was hot and his mind was starting to fuzz from how good this all felt, and he could only start fucking Ryder quicker. Harder. He grinded his cock in and squeezed around Joseph's member. He didn't want this to stop. He just wanted to be fucked until he couldn't feel anything. Ryder's begging only spurred him on, and soon, he'd abandoned his plan to be gentle. His mind broke and instinct took over. His hips slapped against Ryder's ass as he started a desperate, rough fucking. Each time Joseph hit his prostate, he moaned loudly. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. His voice was begging to come out.

"J-Joe... Joseph," he panted out, only to stop to let out a happy little cry. He went quiet to continue working Ryder over. His hands fluttered up Ryder's chest and began to play with his nipples, before one went further up and stuck two fingers into Ryder's mouth. He was so easy to please. Ring wanted him to feel good from all angles. He bit down on his neck again, grunting and growling with each thrust in, only for his voice to dissolve in more desperate groans then go back to another snarl. His heart was beating quick. He wanted to dominate Ryder, fuck him raw, and stuff him with his cum. He wanted to please Joseph. He wanted Joseph to take him over and over again, and make him unable to walk. His cock pulsed excitedly at the thought and only drooled out another fresh dollop of hot pre into Ryder. Ring squealed at that, and let go of Ryder with his mouth to beg out, "Joseph! T-tell me when I can c-cum in him, please! Please... Oh God, he's so-- he's so good, I'm gonna-- Fuck-- I can't take it... Please let me cum, Joseph, I wanna... wanna take him..."

Visa09/09/2019 "You want to dominate what's yours, huh?" Joseph chuckled, watching Ring absolutely lose his resolve. He could tell he was broken, and with that, started to pound into Ring more and more to keep up with his fucking if not slightly. "You want to cum in that cute little ass and make sure he's your bitch huh, Ring~?" He panted, feeling his orgasm burn in his stomach. He was so close, but he could hold on a bit more; just to watch Ring lose it at each hit of his prostate. "Take him, baby....cum in his ass and claim him." He grunted.

Ryder's mind had gone completely blank at this point, eyes rolled back and tongue out as Ring started to fuck him ruthlessly. It hurt, it really did. Feeling Ring's dick ram into his body so fervently, he saw stars, not even noticing Ring's fingers until his tongue rolled over them lewdly. He...he was going to get addicted to this, wasn't he? He couldn't even think anymore, nothing coherent anyways, except of Ring's hard dick pounding his poor prostate senseless. Dick...dick dick dick..he loved Ring and he loved dick...god, he wanted that hot cum of his deep inside him. His mind was absolutely destroyed, and hearing Ring's begging to Joseph made a tiny pang of disgust appear, if not only for a moment.

Solynx09/09/2019 "Yes!" he cried out at Joseph's questions. His rutting only got harder. "Oh God, oh yes, I wanna make his ass mine! I want-- nngh... I want to cum in him so badly! I can't-- I love his ass..." His voice broke off in a whine that turned to more moans. Pleasure wouldn't stop shooting up his spine and making his mind dizzy. He was gasping for breath and sweating hard, but he didn't ease up his pounding. Ryder was too good. Joseph's teasing made his orgasm grow more. He was gonna get off hard, he could feel it. The thought of how amazing it'd feel only edged him further along. He raised his head to look back as Joseph gave him the clear to cum, and all Ring could manage to choke out was a delighted, "Thank you... I'm gonna fucking cum so much..."

He pulled his finger's out of Ryder's mouth and grabbed a fist full of hair, jerking his head back so Ring could start kissing him passionately. He couldn't stop drooling and groaning into them. He nipped at Ryder's tongue and lips. His vision was spotty and his blood was roaring through his ears. All he could smell at this point was the sex. It swamped every sense of him. He wanted more. He wanted Ryder. He wanted to cum. He was loving this so bad, and he couldn't tell if his tears were from fear or raw enjoyment anymore. He slid a leg forward and practically shoved Ryder onto the ground. His balls kept hitting his thighs. He moaned and fucked and didn't let up until, finally, his body shook. He hit his limit. With a particularly hard thrust, he buried himself deep in Ryder, his whole body clenching, and began to finally unload in him.

Ring threw his head back screaming Joseph's name. His sight filled with white as the pleasure and relief seized his brain. It felt good. Mind meltingly good. His head broke to everything but his pure delight. His eyes were wide, his claws digging into Ryder, and his tail thrashed as much as it could. His hips bucked and pounded into Ryder, shooting off pulse after pulse of hot seed and making him shake and continue to scream. His cum was deep and thick and kept coming. It dragged out with him each time his cock pulled back and quickly made a mess around Ryder's hole.

After several eternal, wonderful seconds, he settled to have himself buried in Ryder as his orgasm finally began to die down. He well and truly stuffed Ryder, and could feel his cum squeezing out between his dick and Ryder's asshole as it ran out of places to fit in him. His voice died off to moans and murmurs of Joseph's name as he finished, and finally, into hard pants as his body calmed down. His mind was fogged. His body went almost completely limp. Slowly, he dragged his cock out, and felt his cum immediately start drooling out of Ryder. He let out another soft groan and began kissing at Ryder's neck.

"Oh God..." he finally managed to whimper out. "Oh my God... Joseph... Th-that was... Fuck, Ryder's so good... Thank you..."

Visa09/09/2019 Ryder felt like a ragdoll at this rate, tongue out and face red with pleasure. He didn't even realize he had been kissing Ring until it was too late, by then being rammed onto the floor and pounded into like the fucking sex toy he was. He whimpered, only to cry out a silent scream as he was filled. He felt like his abdomen was expanding from how much cum was deep inside his gut, body shaking as the man stay buried to the hilt to let the cum overflow inside him. God, he felt like a slut. A total slut...but he was Ring's slut...he wanted to always be filled with this much cum whenever Ring wanted to use him. The young man panted shallowly, not noticing Ring's kisses but feeling him over him as his now limp dick rubbed against him. He looked up slightly, noticing Joseph's face, full of ecstasy as he stared at him directly. The priest was now pounding deep and hard inside Ring, orgasm ripping through as well as he came deep inside Ring.

For the moment, Joseph could only pause for a moment to catch his breath, then casually starting to pound into the limp man again. "Ring...you're so good...such a good boy...aren't you glad I'm going to fill you up even more? Say thank you, Joseph for filling you up! I love you, Joseph~"

Solynx09/09/2019 Soft whimpers came out of Ring with each of Joseph's thrusts. His body was still shaking from his orgasm, and Joseph pounding into his sweet spot even after was just keeping him hard. His tail curled around Joseph's waist, and weakly, he pressed his hips back so Joseph could get even deeper. His fucking made Ring's whole body jerk and him to weakly grab Ryder, desperate for something to steady himself. It didn't work. He still shook with Joseph's poundings, and it felt great. His eyes fluttered shut as his cock got rubbed against Ryder's still leaking asss, and his moans slowly got louder.

When Joseph came, Ring cried out in delight and began to squeeze his cock, trying to milk him for all he had. He wanted to be as stuffed as Ryder was. He was disappointed when Joseph stopped cumming so soon, only to be quickly brought with excitement again as Joseph kept fucking him through it. Ring started to move his hips with, fucking himself on Joseph. He let Ryder fall to the floor and his cock drool onto his back as more excited pre drizzled out.

"I love you, Joseph!" he squealed out. He looked back at Joseph as he said that, his eyes burning with lust and a stupid grin on his face. His cheeks were red. "I love you so much... Oh God, please fill me up! I wanna be stuffed with your cum!" He wiggled his hips enticingly. "Please, I love your cock! I love how you fuck me! Just keep using me, I wanna be your slut!"

Visa09/09/2019 He was definitely broken. Joseph smirked as he hoisted the other up, changing the position as he started fucking Ring on the bed. He wrapped the moaning man's legs around his waist, panting and grunting as he pounded him mercilessly. He bit at his neck, thrusting hard and deep as his dick pounded into those sweet spots. The priest seemed to lose himself, ignoring his humanly limitations as he continuously pounded and came into Ring. He muttered soft and loving words at one point, then resolving to harsh and rather lewd mumbles.

Ryder's mind had been broken for a bit, body shaking for a while. Though eventually he did get his bearings back, slowly and achingly rolling onto his back. What...the fuck happened? How much time had passed? He blinked then sitting up if not to gasp and moan at the cum that was still sloshing around in his stomach. His eyes widened, and head jerked up as he heard Ring's moaning, a horrified expression on his face as he realized how much Joseph had came in the other.

"Oh~ Ryder! Good to have you back~" He panted, groaning and cumming again into Ring's body, noting his cum now sloppily leaking out of Ring. "Damn....I really let the beast in me go, hm? He looks just as filled as you do~" He chuckled, and for a moment, his eyes looked....different, but maybe that was Ryder's eyes playing tricks on him.

Solynx09/09/2019 Ring quite eagerly wrapped himself around Joseph and let himself be laid on the bed. He immediately spread his legs apart and let Joseph mount him and begin fucking him senseless. It felt incredible. Ring's entire body trembled and hummed with pleasure as Joseph began truly taking him, pounding into his ass like no other. Ring's back arched and his head threw back as he couldn't contain his voice anymore. He howled and screamed and moaned in delight, and wrapped his arms around Joseph's body. His claws dug in and began pulling down Joseph's back, leaving deep, bleeding scratches. Ring just moved his hands back up and started again each time they got too low. Ring's eyes rolled back. He couldn't think of anything but Joseph's cock taking him.

Over and over, Joseph came in him, and Ring cried out, "I love you!" every time. He even came with most of the time, making a mess on his stomach and chest. Each time he did, he thanked Joseph and tried to nudge him deeper or harder. He wanted to be fucked into next week. Ring squeezed and wiggled on his cock whenever Joseph came, trying to keep him horny.

It only delighted Ring more when he noticed his ass was dripping with Joseph's cum. He was getting well and truly filled, and it only drove him more mad. He let out a happy, horny laugh and nuzzled up against Joseph, saying, "Oh God! J-Joseph, I'm getting so... so f-fucking full!" It was hard to speak with his body being drilled like no other, but he still choked it out. Joseph's next orgasm made Ring let out a shriek of pure pleasure. "Yes! Joseph! I love you! I love your cock!" he panted in Joseph's ear. "I l-love you so fuck... fucking much! I love being your fuck pet! I love you, I love you, I love you!" He nuzzled against Joseph's neck. He barely even noticed Ryder being up. The only thing he could think of was Joseph's next orgasm. Ring kept tracing on his back, drawing rune after rune and forcing Joseph to fill up with cum. He wanted every single drop until he was swollen and his ass was raw and not even magic could get Joseph to cum again.

Ring kissed him deeply, his tongue shoving into Joseph's mouth for several eager seconds before he pulled away, and whimpered, "Keep fucking me, please, I want you, I want your love, I wanna be your cum slut, I wanna... I wanna feel your cock forever... Oh my God, I love you, Joseph... I love you..."

Visa09/09/2019 Ryder was horrified seeing Ring's face, though, remembered that he was begging as much when he had Ring inside him. He shivered, looking away from the priest and fucked Ring as he tried to move his body to a corner. Ring sounded...happy...being filled by his brother, and for a moment a gross sense of curiousity seemed to fill him, only to be shoved down deeply. Ryder's hand, however, had other ideas, and before he knew it, he was jerking himself off, watching the two go at it. Joseph looked...so animalistic, like a lion or bear ravaging it's prey...it was actually....scary. Yet it got Ryder to whimper and bit his lower lip as he continued to jerk off.

Meanwhile, the priest's focus was soley on Ring. his dick pulsating and seeming to supply Ring with an endless stream of cum. He felt...something....changing in him, something akin to Michael's control on him. Yet....different. His head as hurting, but not like a headache or a migrane. Physically hurting, like something was going to come out. But ignoring his pain, he continued to fuck the male senselessly. "That's right~ You're gonna be my little cum dumpster, hm? Such a good boy~"

Solynx09/09/2019 Senseless was an understatement. Ring's mind was only on Joseph anymore, looking at him and loving him and taking him. Joseph's words made him shudder and moan in his ear. "Yes, yes! I'm a good boy! Oh my God, yes!" He bit on his lip. "Please, make me your cum dumpster! I want it, I want you, I want your cum!" He writhed and kicked his legs a little before wrapping them back around Joseph's waist. The bed shook and creaked underneath the brutal sex, and it only made Ring want more. Feeling Joseph's cum leak and get fucked out of him was making him upset, though. He truly wanted his insides painted with Joseph's loads, and he wanted his ass to be full of it forever. He couldn't if it was all coming out.

He traced another rune on Joseph's back and mumbled an incantation in Joseph's ear, just so he'd know what Ring was doing. Moments later, Ring could feel Joseph's cock thicken and expand inside him, easily sprouting another inch and swelling to stretch out his ass even more. He was getting too loose from the rough fucking, but this made it feel like he was tight again. Ring let out a happy scream at the feeling of being full of Joseph's cock again, and he cast a silent spell to fill Joseph with another big load.

"Cum in me again," he begged. "P-please, don't stop! Make me your little doggie! I'll be s-such a good boy for you! I love you!"

Visa09/09/2019 Joseph felt his dick get bigger, groaning and fucking Ring harder and faster than before. That pain was getting deeper now, but he didn't care. Fucking Ring was the only thing that made him continue through the pain, moaning as Ring begged him to continue. "You..are you're such a good boy. I bet you just wanna live with my cock deep inside you huh, my cute little puppy~" He moaned, hearing Ryder's panting and only getting more fueled to completely ravage Ring's ass. His enlarged dick seemed to pulse and twitch even more, the flow of cum now more thick and almost continuously flowing.

"I bet you like having my dick in you...ah...after me, you won't be able to fuck anyone else and feel satisfied~" He hummed, licking Ring's cheek as another orgasm rocked his body. This time, he buried himself fully, cumming deep inside Ring's guts as he growled in dominance. The load was, now that his dick was bigger, thicker and more intensely hosed into the moaning man, the priest groaning as he pounded Ring's ass with each pulse of seed. He could hear the lewd squishing of Ring's already filled ass, as soon as that big load was finished, only moving Ring to have him ride on his dick facing a flustered and panting Ryder.

Solynx09/09/2019 Joseph could get so deep in him now. It was unrealistically good. Ring squeezed his ass and groaned in joy at feeling Joseph's cock throbbing. He was so big and so satisfying. Ring couldn't remember the last time he felt this pleasured. His mind felt broken to pieces and his ass was starting to hurt, but his cock kept aching with deep, desperate need. He huffed and panted and kept bucking his hips into Joseph. He was sweating, shaking, and getting exhausted, but pure ecstacy kept him going.

His words only excited Ring more. His eyes fluttered open, glazed with lust and practically cross-eyed out of his stupor. His tongue was lolling out as he panted and gasped for air between happy cries. "Oh my God, yes! Joseph! I'm your puppy!" He paused to whine. "I'm your good little puppy, I wanna be fucked by you forever! I want your cock forever! You feel so fucking good, I-- ahh, I love you! I love you, I love you-- I... love... youuuu...~!" His voice peaked as he got off again, splattering his and Joseph's abdomen with more cum. He moaned out Joseph's name as his load began to run off of his chest. He pressed feverish kisses against Joseph.

"F-fuck, Joseph, tha... thank you... I'll be such a good puppy for you to use and fuck..." His heart pounded in his chest. "I-I want you to take me home and tie me up and m-make me wear nothing but this collar and fuck me whenever you want... I-I-I'm here to be used by you... and love you... and... oh my God... I love you... Make me your's and no one else's..." His cock throbbed with his words as it hardened again. The mere thought of any of that happening drove him insane.

Joseph came in him again, shooting off more cum deeper into him. Ring whined and moaned and his cock twitched as he felt the heat spread into his guts. It was too good. He couldn't take it. He came again, howling, screaming how much he loved Joseph. He could feel his stomach starting to swell from the heavy load. As soon as he realised, his body shuddered with another happy orgasm, and he ran kisses to Joseph's neck. He wanted to be with Joseph forever if this was what was waiting him.

His body was weak and shaking, yet when Joseph set Ring in his lap, Ring immediately began riding Joseph's cock. His ass bounced up and down with quick, forceful thrusts, pulling Joseph out to his head then slamming back down until Ring could feel his balls. All the while, he stared into Joseph's eyes and continued to mumble about how he loved him. Loved the sex. Never wanted to be away from him. He leaned forward and starting kissing Joseph again.

Visa09/09/2019 Joseph sloppily kissed Ring, bouncing the moaning man on his dick as he fucked him deeply. He didn't want to let up, didn't want to stop fucking him; but Fia might get suspicious. God, if she wasn't here, he would have no problem going on for hours with Ring, claiming him over and over....making him forget about going home. He glanced at Ryder, who had been whimpering and moaning as he looked pretty close to cummming again. "Now, puppy...ah....after this, I'm going to have to leave, but make sure Ryder is a good boy, ok? Put him in his place if he acts up, and i swear I'll fill you with as much cum as you want." He grunted, gasping and moaning as his dick twitched with threat of another orgasm.

"Are you ready for your meal, Ring? Ready for me to feed you?" He chuckled, eyes glinting some sort of red for a short moment.

Solynx09/09/2019 Ring's hands dug into Joseph's shoulders as he continued his messy makeout. Saliva drooled out of his mouth and ran down his chin, and when Joseph pulled away to talk, strands of spit were left on their lips. Ring whined and went to kiss Joseph again, but paused at the mention of leaving. "No," he moaned out. "D-don't leave. Please. I wanna... I want you... I love you... I want you to fuck me unconscious... Please..." He nuzzled his face against Joseph's cheek. The mention of being filled again made him whimper and slam down on Joseph again. He let out a happy, "Ah!" then, slowly, nodded at the request about Ryder. "O-Okay... Fuck... I'll do anything you want if you'll fuck me like this again. Oh my God... I haven't been fucked this good in so long."

He nibbled at Joseph's jawline, working up to his ear where he nipped and tugged it with his teeth. "I-I love you so fucking much, Joseph," he whispered, voice hoarse from all of his screaming. "I love you so, so much... I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you... You're so good to me." He bit on his lip. "Yes-- yes, oh, please feed me. I've been trying to be such a good puppy for you. I-I want a meal."

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Reconnect-Finn Shelby x Reader

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Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello! May i request an either tommy or finn shelby x reader? (Whicheverr one u think suits best) for this prompt i found: character A and B have been in a longterm relationship and nothing can get in between, until one day something does and they drift away. But then they reconnect emotionally and everything feels like the first time again (first kiss, first meal together etc) 🙏🏼💜 i love ur writing thank u’

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, Polly Gray x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, finance issues, drinking, fluff

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"Finn, is that you?" I called out from our bedroom as I heard the front door open. I tensed up when I didn't hear a reply, only to let out a sigh when I heard him giggling.

He was drunk again, it happened almost every week now. Tommy would have given him something important to do for the gang, and whether or not Finn succeeded with that task, he would go out and celebrate with his mates. I would sometimes tag along if I wasn't tired from the week of working, but after seeing our finances, I realised we needed to stop acting like teenagers and start saving wisely.

"Hello my gorgeous girl." he slurred out as he entered the room.

"Hello Finn." I replied as I received a sloppy kiss to my forehead.

He flopped down beside me in bed, taking the book out of my hands and throwing it to the floor. Finn wrapped his arms around me, snuggling into my lap. I took off his hat, stroking back his hair. He was cold from the brisk walk home, causing me to shiver.

“You should have come out tonight." he said.

"I got off work late."

"He kept you again?"

"No, I decided to stay."

"Why? You always say you're tired."

"I'm tired because I'm picking up extra shifts and hours so that we can start saving up for a house."

"I've told you, we don't need to worry about that. Business is good."

"Finn, we're not going to be given the money. We have to earn it."

"Tommy will help us."

"He might help but he won't give us a lot. And even if he did hand us a house, we've got to have enough money for the bills, furniture-"

"It will be fine."

"Finn, we've not even had our wedding yet!"

We had been engaged for half a year. We were wanting to be married sooner, but problems arose with the Peaky Blinders it distracted us both from it, especially since our lives were in danger. I desperately wanted to have enough money for the wedding and house, though it looked like it was going to be one or the other at this point.

"What's wrong with the flat?" Finn now sat up.

"Did you seriously ask me that question? There's only so much I can do to this dump to make it look somewhat liveable. It just doesn't feel like home."

"We'll get the money. Don't worry. Look, look," he took my hands in his,"we will get a house. I promise. And believe me, I want to marry you as soon as I can, there needs to be another ring on that finger. And I need to see my name at the end of yours."

I stupidly believed him. Those adoring eyes I once trusted had lied to me. Finn kept his promise for a week at max, soon breaking it. I didn't mind him going out with friends, we both needed to socialise, I just disagreed with the amount of times he was out and the amount of drinks he was buying each night. He would always offer to get the next round, and although he was a Shelby, the discounts didn't make much difference at the end of the night. I decided I had to go with him to ensure that our money wasn't being poured away, struggling to stay awake for those long nights, and making work even harder every day. It was impossible to keep an eye on him like that.

Usually Finn would tell me if he was going out that night so I wouldn't worry. That stopped too. My mind was never at ease. How did I know he wasn't lying in a ditch somewhere after a job gone wrong? Or what if he was trapped somewhere by a rival gang? I could only rest when he returned, which he always luckily did. I pretended to be asleep, trying to not push him away as he slipped his arms around me, cuddling me for the rest of the night. My patience began to grow thin. I was too scared to speak up about it, worried that we would just end up having an argument. However, I knew we would have to bring it up soon, because our money was only disappearing instead of increasing.

One morning when I was leaving for work, I noticed that the drawer we locked our savings away in was slightly ajar, meaning someone had unlocked it and stupidly left it open. Of course it had to be Finn, no one had broken in during the night. My eyes widened when I saw how much he had taken, enraged that he would think me so foolish. Why would he take the money without asking? What was he using it for?

As I stormed towards the shop, I heard whooping from men in a car further up the street. My face turned into a deep frown when I recognised the car, managing to catch a glimpse of the people in it. They hadn't seen me, and I had to make sure my eyes were deceiving me.

I didn't care about the looks on me as I burst through into the shop, making a beeline for Polly's office. I harshly knocked on the door, entering when she called me.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" she asked, a lit cigarette in hand.

"Where's Finn?"

"Off out with his brothers, why?"

"Where are they going?"

"To the races."

I scoffed, placing a hand on my head in defeat.

"Why? What's wrong with that?"

"He told me he would be in the office all day today."

"So? Things change."

"No, he specifically told me that. I never even asked about it. He made a point meaning he didn't want to risk me waltzing in. That means he's hiding something."

"(Y/N), they're only going to bet on horses today. They're mingling."

"They're betting today?!"

She stood, putting a hand on her hip."What am I missing here?"

"Pol, he's using money that we don't have! I need a car, I need to get to him."

"Look, even if my nephew is being the biggest idiot, it's a bad idea to go there."

"Why?"

Her eyes widened."Don't snap at me young lady."

"I'm sorry, I just, I just know he's going to be stupid with what little money we have at the minute."

Polly was silent for a few seconds, and I didn't know if she was just staring me out, trying to make me leave. Perhaps she didn't think it was anything to worry over. But it was to me. She surprised me when she went into one of her drawers, pulling out a set of keys.

"Come on. I'll get one of the girls to call your work, say you're sick."

I tightly clasped my hands together as Polly drove. I was furious, trying to think of what to say to Finn when I got there. He stole our money. He went behind my back, gambling away the money we worked hard to earn. I had never said it, but Finn had it much easier than I did. For one, he worked with family, and although I liked my job, the boss could sometimes be an arsehole; second, he earned a lot more than me, so he was the bigger breadwinner between us, but I worked longer hours. Yes, he was in a gang meaning he had more days where his life was under threat, but he seemed to be having a jolly good time anyway. Really, it wouldn't have mattered who worked longer or harder, or who earned more, it was still our money to spend on our house.

As soon as Polly parked up, I was straight out of the car. She quickly followed grabbing my arm and warning me to not get lost in the crowds. I couldn't make a scene, especially since there could be potential business partners or enemies about. I refrained from rolling my eyes, knowing she was right but also knowing that I would find it extremely hard to not scream at Finn.

Polly guided me to where the men would be, ignoring the shoving and shouting. I wished for her to walk quicker. We swiftly entered the posher boxes, almost stopped by a doorman until his accomplice shut him up. I even heard him whisper 'That's Polly Gray you idiot.', the one time I was glad we had a reputation. She only paused to scan the room for the boys but I spotted them first. Quickly moving past her, I couldn't stop my fists from clenching, seeing Finn joyfully drinking and laughing with his brothers only added fire to my fury.

"Finn!" I snapped, quickly catching his attention.

"(Y/N)?" he exclaimed, struggling to stand and clattering the plates and glasses on the table."W-what are you doing here?"

"Stopping you from spending our money like a fucking idiot! Where is it?"

"Oh, Finn boy is in the doghouse." John chuckled.

"Shut up!" I fiercely pointed at him.

"Where's what?" Finn brought me back.

"Our money!"

"I told you, you do this outside." Polly warned, shoving Finn in that direction, and I knew I had to follow him.

Luckily, we were left alone. Finn continued on, finding someplace we would be alone. Once we were in the clear, the distant roar of the crowds covering our conversation, I saw him sigh quietly, running a hand down his face when he realised what was coming.

"Where's the money Finn?" I asked, calmer but with a mean tone.

"Let me explain first.”

"Explain how you took our money without asking? How you just waltzed out this morning without consulting me?"

"Tommy said that there was a good chance, a very good chance that this horse would win, and I thought it would help us if we put our money on it. Imagine how much we'll have if it wins!"

"If it wins Finn, if! You're gambling our money, why would you do something like that?"

"Because you went on about not having enough money! And here I am trying to help!"

My mouth dropped open in shock."You really don’t see the problem here."

"No, actually, I don't." he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Finn, you stole money from the drawer! You then go behind my back and bet it away. Have you thought about what we'll do if that horse loses?"

"But it won't, Tommy said."

"And what if Tommy is wrong this time? Also, don't pin this on your brother, I know he hasn't even suggested this idea."

"I'm not-urgh!" Finn groaned."Why don't you trust me?"

"I can't trust a gamble Finn. I don't think you realise how many nights I've spent lying awake, worried that we'll never have enough for our own home, and thinking that you don't even care anymore."

"Of course I care. This is why I've bet the money."

"How is this not getting in your head?"

"(Y/N)," he took my hands in his, but I couldn't even look at him,"in a few minutes we will hear them announce the winner, and we will start jumping for joy when we realise how much money we're going to get back, and we're going to be so much closer to getting our home."

"Finn, I desperately want to believe that. But even if we do win, you're in deep trouble." I took my hands away from him, turning around. I couldn't even look at my own fiance.

On queue, we heard a man come over the intercom, it was muffled to me but I knew Finn was listening intensely. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched for his reaction, turning around fully when I saw his expression. We had lost. We lost all that money.

"How could you be so fucking stupid?!" I screamed at him, throwing slaps onto his chest."Why couldn't you just listen to me? I don't understand why you had to lie to me Finn!"

I broke down crying, shoving him away from me. My sobs were loud but I didn't care. Finn could watch, see how much he upset me. My heart sank at the thought of it all gone, Finn had left scarcely any money in the drawer back at the flat.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)." Finn pathetically said.

"You know how you always go on about your family never trusting you enough for the big jobs? That you never get to go out with them and help? This is why. Because you do things like this, you fuck everything up Finn. Fuck!" I wiped away my tears, even though more spilled out."You know I've always stuck beside you, but this is the last straw Finn. I can't be with someone who doesn't want to put effort into their future."

"What are you saying? (Y/N), I can fix this. I promise I'll get the money back, I'll-"

"How? That took us so long to build that up. And you were spending our money almost every night on useless drinking. I can't Finn, I can't live like that anymore."

He ducked his head, and I almost wanted him to say something. When he didn't, I knew what I had to do.

I took a deep breath before speaking."I'm going home. I suggest you stay at Polly's tonight."

"Let me take you home-"

"No!"

"What's going on?" Tommy suddenly appeared, he, his brothers and Polly approaching.

"Your nephew, your brother, just gave away almost all of our money betting on a horse. Not only that, but he took the money without telling me. That was money for a house." I angrily explained.

"Is that true Finn?"

Finn shamefully nodded.

"We can get you your money back (Y/N)."

"It's not about that Tom. He's lied to me. He promised me he wouldn't spend our money every week, yet he did. And then he takes our money without asking me about it first."

"I'll fix it (Y/N), I promise I will." Finn was begging at this point.

"Another promise that you're bound to break. I've had enough today."

"Let's get you home love." Polly said, putting a stop to this argument as she stepped forward, taking me under her arm.

Finn didn't come home that night. I didn't sleep. I was sat at the tiny dining table, staring at the ring on my finger, wondering what to do. It broke my heart to think about leaving him, but it also broke my heart thinking about how reckless he had been. Did I really want to be marrying someone who acted like this? Would he mature? My heart wanted to believe he would, but my mind kept telling me that today confirmed he wouldn't. That was one of the worst nights of my life.

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I couldn't stand this job any longer. But it was the only thing keeping me alive. It was crappy work, the pay was just above minimum, enough for me to buy food, pay my rent and have the tiniest amount left over. Saving up money was hard when it was just you. Even after two years, I didn't have enough to consider looking at places of my own, or with less roommates. It was exhausting keeping up with these girls I lived with, there were 6 of us altogether. It was a big change when I moved away from Small Heath.

"You ready (Y/N)?" one of my roommates called out to me as I finished applying my lipstick.

"Just a second!" I replied, checking myself in the mirror.

It was the rare occasion that I was going out with them, the one time we could all go out together at all. I was looking forward to a few drinks, and although that sounded hypocritical, I realised that I had to have a night or two in at least a month to relieve myself of the stress I put upon myself.

We arrived at the small club we always went to, it had the cheapest drinks this side of town. We all shivered in the cold weather, walking as fast as we could to make it to the club. The warmth was very welcome, as well as the loud music that drew us further in. It was the usual routine, a few of us grab a table, the others get the drinks in, then we would all make our way to the dance floor. Hours passed, and I had to get away from the heat coming from the dancing, stepping back towards our table to get a drink. I saw my roommate stumbling in the direction of the bar, rolling my eyes as I went to help her, perhaps getting a drink whilst I was there. However, once I got closer, I stared at the man she was starting to flirt with.

"Isaiah?" I said as I got closer.

"(Y/N)!" he smiled, bringing me in for a hug.

"You two know each other?" my roommate asked, looking disappointed.

"He's an old friend. Just that, nothing else."

Isaiah let me go."How long has it been? Two years?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, two years. What are you doing here?"

"Business. Nothing dangerous though, you girls are still in for a good night. Especially you if you're good." he winked to my roommate.

"Is he...is he here?" my voice suddenly went shaky, and I felt almost completely sober.

Isaiah's playful nature dropped."Uh, he is. He's really misses you (Y/N). Hasn't even looked at another girl since you left. He's just not been the same." I wasn't sure how to reply.

"I can't not tell him I saw you. Imagine if he found out, he would be so upset with me."

"I know. I wouldn't want to hurt your friendship."

"Maybe you should see him. It might do you both some good."

"Or the opposite."

"He still loves you. Even if you don't feel the same, it could bring closure. But I know you (Y/N), I can tell what you're thinking."

"You were always annoying like that."

"He's out front, in the corridor. That's all I'm going to say."

I looked at him for a few seconds, trying to make my mind up."Well, this one is a handful, just so you know."

"I think I can handle her." Isaiah smirked.

"I was warning her about you."

I giggled at his reaction, walking away and leaving him in his natural habitat of flirting. But as soon as I turned around, my stomach dropped, nerves filling up my entire body. He was here. I hadn't seen him for two years, though I thought about him everyday. Would he look different? Did I look different? What was he going to say? What was I going to say? My brain didn't want to think of any words, maybe I was about to babble absolute nonsense to him.

Upon seeing him, my throat tightened, the cool air slapping me in the face; oh, now I was sober. He hadn't noticed yet, leaning up against a wall, hands in his pockets. Wow, he had changed. His boyish charm was still there, yet he had matured into a handsome young man. It was like I was seeing him for the first time all over again. I was just happy that he would be seeing me in my finer clothes rather than catching me after work.

Urging my feet to move, I almost sighed at how small my steps were. I really was scared. Isaiah had said reassuring things, yet I couldn't even walk up to him. It was too late to back out now, especially when he finally looked up at me. I froze on the spot, not knowing what to do. Finn seemed the same way.

"(Y/N)." he said, I only just heard it.

"Hello."

Hello? Really, that's all I could come up with?

He pushed himself off the wall, coming to stand in front of me, though not too close."I...I can't believe you're here."

"I could say the same about you."

"This is where you've been living then."

I nodded."It's not too bad. I mean, I'm on a night out."

"Who are you with?"

I knew he was wondering if I was with a man."My roommates, I live with five other girls."

"Oh, that's a lot."

"Yeah, it's the only place I could afford."

"I hope it's nice."

"I shouldn't complain. A lot better than other places."

We both knew we were making an awful attempt at small talk. I was sure he had so much to say like I did, we just didn't want to dump it on each other in case the other ran away. It was like we were teenagers again, awkwardly trying to think of something to fill the dreaded silence.

"I really want to talk about us (Y/N)." Finn said.

"You do?"

"I...I just have so much to say to you. I can't do it now, but what about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow, um, yes, yes tomorrow works for me. It's the weekend, so I'm not working."

He smiled slightly."OK, good. I'll come get you. Um, I need your address."

"Oh, here." I dug around in my purse, thankful there was a folded up tissue and a pen, it was good to be prepared. I wrote down my address, handing it to him.

"I'll pick you up at one. I would want it to be earlier, you just never know what time you'll be back with this sort of thing."

"I understand Finn, I did live this with you once."

I barely slept, even when we stumbled in at three in the morning. Luckily I hadn't seen Finn, Isaiah or any other Peaky Blinder that evening, no doubt settling business behind the scenes. Despite the lack of sleep, I was wide awake the next morning, up before everyone else who were nursing their hangovers, trying on multiple outfits in a desperate attempt to look nice, but not as if I put too much effort in. The clock was rolling onto one o'clock, and my heart was beating much faster than usual. I was about to make my way downstairs when something glistened on my small vanity. Should I take it? Yes, I would.

Finn knocked on the door, and I waited a few seconds before opening it. We smiled as we greeted each other, not going in for a hug or kiss on the cheek, something I was worried about. That was the first hurdle jumped over.

"How was your evening?" Finn struck up a conversation as we walked further into town.

"Much better than yours I presume?" I smirked. He chuckled."Yeah, didn't exactly get to enjoy the music. Small fight, nothing we couldn't handle."

It was strange hearing about Blinder business again."Well I'm glad you're all safe."

"I thought we could go out for lunch, saw a nice place round here."

"Oh, that would be lovely."

"We don't have to, if you don't feel comfortable."

"No, no, no, it's not that. It's just a lovely thing for you to do."

We both bashfully smiled, luckily the restaurant was just around the corner. I had expected nothing less when we walked into the fancy place, not because I thought I deserved it, but because Finn wouldn't be seen anywhere else. His clothes were even more tailored now than they had been the last I saw him, indicating that the gang had been doing well, more money was coming in. We both immediately picked up our menus as we sat, hoping someone would speak first. Our eyes glanced over the top of them, it was as if we were on our first date again, only this time in a better establishment.

"You look beautiful." he said, still hiding part of his face.

"Thank you." I blushed.

"I'll never forget what you wore when I picked you up for our first date. That blue dress you just bought, with a matching purse, and those heels that you hadn't practiced walking in. Well, you used that as an excuse to latch into my arm all night."

I smiled, placing down my menu."It was a good plan, wasn't it? And I did struggle in those heels, I just didn't want to embarrass myself."

He copied me."I liked holding your hand all night."

"What a sweet sentiment."

"I mean it. And I mean this date. That didn't sound right, but...what I'm trying to say is that I want to make it all up to you."

"You do?"

"Yes! I really didn't expect you to leave. I mean I did, but I didn't want to believe that. I didn't want to believe that I had been so selfish that I couldn't even see how much I had hurt you."

“That was the hardest decision I ever made. Most days I battle with myself whether I made the right choice. All night I kept making deals with myself. If you came back, I would hear you out, and if it was good enough for me I would stay. But then you didn’t, so I said to myself ‘Give him another hour.’. An hour went by, and I said the same thing to myself. That went on for the whole evening until I found myself angrily packing my things. Even then, I sat by door on top of my suitcase for another hour or so.”

“I thought you just got up and left. I didn’t realise how long you waited for me.” he sighed into his hands.“I’m such a fucking idiot.”

I could tell he was full of regret. Although it sounded sadistic, I was glad that he was upset when reflecting on our past relationship, it meant he realised his mistake. On the other hand, I hated seeing him sad. I took his hands away from his face, hesitantly reaching into my handbag to pull out the engagement ring I kept.

His eyes widened.“You still have that? I looked everywhere for it when you left, guessed you took it to sell.”

“I won’t lie, that was my intention at first. But it meant too much to me. It was like selling a piece of my soul. I kept it hidden, I didn’t want to risk any of the girls seeing it, they would just ask too many questions.”

I kept my eye on the beautiful ring as I spoke, slowly twirling it around to catch it twinkling in the light.

"I had such a hard time picking that out. I knew what you wanted, but I had to get it right for you. I'm so glad you kept it."

"I did try to sell it. I was stood outside of a shop for ten minutes debating with myself. It would have helped a lot for the deposit on the room, but I couldn't do it."

We were silent, both staring at the ring. We used to do that a lot actually. Finn would take my hand and hold it up as we laid in bed together, both giggling as we watched it glisten like it was in present times, before squealing at the thought of us being married to each other. I constantly fiddled with it when he was off on business, a habit which never wore off, even now; whenever I was nervous or worried, I would automatically do the same action, just without the ring.

A waiter awkwardly interrupted us, and I hurriedly put the ring back in my bag, sharing an embarrassed smile with Finn as we ordered. Once he was gone, I quietly sighed, looking out of the window. We were in such a nice part of town, so many ladies in beautiful dresses and men in smart suits strolling around.

"Are you...are you OK for money?" Finn boldly asked.

I was a little shocked by that.

"I don't mean anything by it. I just want to make sure you're OK, I would hate for you to be struggling, if you were."

"Uh, no, no I'm fine actually. It's not as generous as my old wage but it keeps me alive, I can live with the bare necessities."

I could see him itching to say something else, to keep the conversation going. I wasn't sure if we could go back to the serious topic we had before. However, I also wanted to bring it back up, it felt like we needed to talk about us.

"How's the family?" That's all I could come up with.

"They're fine. Everyone is the same. Well, they're not, they're a bit more serious nowadays."

"They weren't in the first place?"

He smiled."I suppose they were. Tension is the right word, tensions have been rising. Tommy's taking on a lot more, Polly knows all these secrets that no one else does, Ada is rebelling against anything Tommy says, Linda is still annoying, Esme and John have been popping kids out left, right and centre. Arthur is still crazy."

"Sounds like business as usual to me."

"They miss you too."

"Do they?"

"Yeah. Almost as much as me."

I cast my eyes down as butterflies rose in my stomach.

"I heard nothing else for the next few weeks after you left. They all told me what an idiot I was, that I was an extremely reckless, stupid and immature boy, and that I had let the best thing in my life get away from me. And they were right. I knew all of that already."

"I...I don't really know what to say right now."

"You don't have to say anything, let's just enjoy this meal, no more of that talk."

The nerves making my stomach flip built at that. What if we had nothing else to talk about? What if it was too weird to dive into our separate lives? I didn't want to sit across my ex-fiance, painfully and politely smiling through forced conversation.

The spark was still there.

When the waiter had returned with our drinks, we were already deep in talk about what had been happening in our personal everyday life. We were non stop, even as we ate through dinner. The waiters had trouble catching our attention each time they checked on us. I was deep in those eyes again, the ones I always dreamed of seeing. We were laughing hysterically, not at all acting how we should have in that establishment (there were a few eye rolls from other patrons). As if time had gone by in a second, the bill was slipped towards Finn, though I still reached into my purse.

"Are you mad? No, put your money away, I'm not taking it." Finn stated as he carelessly threw down some notes, surprisingly taking my hand in his and guiding me out of the restaurant.

I was tense as we walked, and I saw a flash of realisation in Finn's eyes as we made it outside. Both looking down at our interlocked fingers, Finn broke away, clearing his throat.

"Sorry, force of habit."

Hesitating, I smiled up at him, lacing our hands together again."These are new heels I'm breaking in. Need help walking in them."

He chuckled, pulling me closer as we walked down the street. We were silent, feeling like kids in love again. I couldn't deny that my feelings were still strong for Finn, I missed him dearly. At first, part of me had been wary of all this, wondering if he really had good intentions, or just thought he could get a quick shag in from an ex before he left; but the effort he went through, the things we spoke about, trying to heal old wounds, Finn had matured and he was wanting to fix this. I wanted to fix this, my heart was aching for my old life with him.

“We’re not done yet, are we?” I timidly asked.

“Not unless you want it to be.”

I instantly shook my head.“No, I’d like to stay out for longer.”

“Even though you’re struggling in your heels?”

I smirked.“I know a nice place we can sit down.”

I took him to the local park, it had a huge lake with benches dotted around, luckily it wasn’t busy, there was somehow a hint of privacy here. We sat down close to each other, hands still entwined.

“You still hungry?” I asked.

“Hm?”

I dug into my purse, producing a bag of sweets I had bought the previous day. I laughed as his eyes lit up, taking one without even asking. I took one too, reminiscing on how we used to do the same thing as kids. It seemed he was thinking about it too.

“Just like the old days.” Finn said.

“We spent way too much money on sweets back then. It’s a wonder we still have our teeth.”

“Wish I got out of that spending habit. We could be married and in our new house by now.”

“So you never wanted to move on? You didn’t give in to those girls wanting to be with a Peaky Blinder?”

“Never. I couldn’t. I couldn’t even fathom being with anyone else, it was always you (Y/N). Did you date?”

“No, I felt exactly the same. Which is why I was angry at myself for a long time. I was supposed to be upset with you, not still in love.”

His head whipped round to face me.“You still love me?”

My mouth was still open, unsure how to answer. It seemed I didn’t have to as Finn leaned in, placing on hand on my cheek as we kissed. Instinctively I kissed back, placing my hands on him where I could, hearing the bag of sweets fall to the ground and spill its contents. This kiss was needy, the type of kiss you gave your partner when you had missed them, when they had been away for a long time; and although we had our hands on each other, our touch was still gentle.

“Get the ring.” Finn breathed out, our lips still almost touching.

I carelessly got it for him, heart beating extremely fast. He took it from me, pecking me on the lips one last time before standing up. He straightened out his suit, took a deep breath and got down on one knee. I was just as emotional the first time he did it.

“(Y/N), I know I messed up everything in the past, I was careless when I should have been supportive and helped to build our future. I learnt from those mistakes, and I really, really want to go back to how we were. I need you (Y/N), I love you so much. There aren’t enough words to express how much love I have for you. Will you marry me?”

I didn’t need to think about my answer. I blurted out a yes, waiting for him to slide the ring back on my finger before throwing myself onto him. We stumbled back onto the ground, our arms around each other as we laughed and cried. I believed him this time, I truly believed him. He put in the effort to show me his changes, he wanted to fix everything. I wanted things back to the way they were with my man, and we were back to building our future and living the rest of our lives together.

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genshin-obsessed · 3 years

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Your blog is everything I wanted and more. Im a lurker for your writings ahaha if you can guess who i am 👀

How about the guys reacting to s/o's death. Can be a group writing but if its too much, just Diluc, Childe, Razor and Kaeya would be nice. I think they would have interesting reactions >:3

First of all, Anon. I LOVE YOU. I wanted to write this out but thought it might be a bit too much but then you went and requested it!! I guess I have no choice but to write this out! >:) (That’s also why I did all the characters) second. Guess who you are o: may I get a hint? I have 2 people in my mind tho o: Warnings: Death, mentions of blood, angst. Pure angst.

Sidenote: The woman in this is my OC named Toxin! Whenever I need a really big, bad villain, she’s my go-to! That’s all!

Includes: Aether, Kaeya, Venti, Diluc, Razor, Xiao, Xingqiu, and Childe!

Scaramouche & Zhongli Here | Part 2 Here

You Die!

You ran as fast as your feet would carry you, desperate for an escape. A scream erupted from your lips as the ground shook beneath you, causing you to stumble and fall over. You had received an emergency request to help fight… someone. The request wasn’t very detailed but someone needed help and you couldn’t turn your back on them. So, you went ahead and tried to help.

You should’ve been careful. You should’ve brought help. But you didn’t and you were paying for your stupidity. The person that you were fighting was strong. She was tall, pale, and had long black hair. Her unearthly glowing green eyes were terrifying. She was fast and all of your attacks were unable to touch her.

As you ran, only one thought crossed your mind. The smiling image of your boyfriend. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you tried to run. How you wished you could be in his arms, feeling safe and sound.

As you ran out of the forest and down the field, the woman appeared in front of you, catching you in her arms and stabbing you with a poison dagger. You shrieked as your hands curled around her clothes. The sharp pain turned into a burning sensation and you looked up at her. Her face was inches away and she smirked, her eyes glowing bright by the second.

“Finally. But you’re not the only one I wanted to break.” What? What did she mean? Her head turned to the left and you followed her gaze and the second you saw what she was looking at, your heart shattered.

The woman pulled the dagger out and it seemed to vanish as she smirked at your boyfriend. The tears slid down your cheeks as you weakly reached out to him for help.

“(F/N)!” His heart stopped as he watched the woman disappear and you fall to the floor. He sprinted to you, picking you up in his arms as blood poured out of the wound. “H-hey! Hey, keep your eyes open! J-Just stay awake!” He held your head against his chest, trying to calm himself, but how could he? You were bleeding out in front of him.

He looked down and ran his fingers along your cheek as your skin started to turn purple. The poison had taken its effect and it was moving fast. You were leaving, you would leave him just like Lumine left him. He was gonna be alone all over again.

“A-Aether… I-I l-love you.”

“I love you too! You’ll be fine, everything’s g-gonna be ok.” Who was he kidding? You weren’t going to make it. But he couldn’t admit it. Aether still had yet to find Lumine and he’d never gotten over losing her. You, you were his light. You were his guiding start. You were his moon, his everything.

To think that he could lose you? No, no! He didn’t want it. He didn’t want a world without you. A world without you was pure torture. So why? Why was the universe so hellbent on taking things away from him? Why did it demand everything precious to him?!

Why you?

A pained cry left his lips as your hand fell to your side and that light disappeared from your eyes. “N-no. No, no, no, no! W-wake up! Please wake up! Do-don’t leave me! Don’t you leave me too! Not like this! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!” He held your lifeless body against him, his head pressed against your chest. He couldn’t hear it… he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.

“No… NO!” He ran as fast as his feet could carry him and caught you before you hit the ground. The woman had disappeared but he didn’t care. You were… you were dying! How could he stop it? He wanted to stop the bleeding, he wanted to stop the way your color was changing, he wanted to stop time!

“K-Kaeya… h-how-”

“I was told to come here. A messenger came to me and said you called me and told me to come here.” He explained, taking your cold hand into his, pressing a kiss against it.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“No. Don’t apologize and don’t close your eyes. Please, just stay up a little longer.” He wanted to pick you up and run to the nearest doctor, but he knew… it wasn’t worth it. He wouldn’t make it. He’d never felt so worthless and weak. He swore to protect you and keep you safe and now that you needed him… he was useless.

“T-tired…” Slowly, your eyes closed and your hand fell limp in his. Kaeya’s eyes widened as the tears slid down his cheek.

“(f-f/n)? B-baby! No, wait! Don’t do this! Pl-please no!” He took your hand and pressed it against his cheek, but the second he loosened his grip, it fell. Kaeya shook his head, tears flooding down his cheek as a scream erupted from his mouth. “(F/N)!!!”

Slow. He was too slow. Why couldn’t he be fast enough?! That woman, he knew her. He knew her and he vowed to hunt her down and tear her to shreds. But right now…

Venti picked you up with trembling hands, letting his now bloodied hands touch your cheek. He couldn’t even talk, his voice quivered as he looked down into your eyes. No. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t going to leave him like this.

“H-hey, love. E-everything’s going to be just fine. You’re fine.” He tried to keep his smile up but it was so damn hard when he knew the truth. He couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t even lie to himself. You were slipping away and all he could do was watch. He knew he was the weakest of all archons but why? Why couldn’t he be a little bit stronger to save you.

“I-I wa-wanna sl-sleep-”

“NO!” He frowned and pressed a kiss to your lips. “No, don’t sleep. Not yet. Just stay awake a little longer and then we can both sleep together tonight.” You weakly nodded, but you couldn’t stay awake any longer. You felt like you were moving, but your body was slowly going numb, until everything disappeared. “(f/n)? (f-f/n)? H-hey! Hey this isn’t a joke! WAKE UP! WAKE UP, PLEASE, PLEASE WAKE UP!”

The second he saw the woman step away from you, a fiery phoenix flew towards her, but she’d disappeared before it could hit her. Diluc ran to you as he watched your body fall to the ground.

He fell to his knees and quickly picked you up, shaking you a little. There was something that snapped inside. He’d always kept his composure, but after seeing what had happened, his emotions burst out of him. He wasn’t in control of anything. He couldn’t control his thoughts, emotions… or your death.

“It’ll be fine! Everything’s fine!” He said, pressing his hand to the wound. You winced at the pain as your skin started to turn purple and blood spilled out of your mouth.

“I-I’m so-sorry.” He shook his head, taking your face in his hands.

“No. I’m sorry. I sh-should’ve gotten here faster.” He was still trying to convince himself you were going to be fine, but deep down, he knew the truth. He knew the ugly truth that was coming up.

“D-Diluc… y-you’re pretty.” His eyes clenched shut at your words as a tear slid down his cheek.

“Don’t leave. Th-there are so many things I-I want to do with you. Pl-please don’t leave me. Wh-what d-do I do?” You smiled weakly at him.

“Y-you b-be the Darknight H-hero…” He scoffed and looked down at you.

“Without you… I’m nothing.” You wanted to say more, you wanted to deny his words, but you were so tired. Slowly, the world faded away and you could no longer hear his cries. “No! NO! NO!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME! STOP! COME BACK! PLEASE BRING MY (F/N) BACK!”

The wolf within had appeared but he wasn’t able to catch up before the woman disappeared. He ran to you and picked you up, seeing the blood gushing out of the wound.

“N-no! (f/n)!” Tears flooded his eyes as he watched your color turn purple. That woman, she reeked of poison so she must’ve poisoned you.

“Shhh…” You muttered, holding your hand to his cheek. “D-don’t c-cry.” He didn’t know what to do. He felt so lost and helpless, but the worst part… he knew what was coming. He shook his head vehemently and tried to pick you up, but you let out a cry of pain, making him lower you back down.

“I c-can save you!”

“I-it’s ok… it’s ok, Razor. I… I’ll be ok.” He hated those words. He hated everything you were saying so much. Razor adored you, he missed you every second he couldn't be with you and normally, he’d never hate your words. But today… right now, he hated how right you were. He shook his head as the tears slid down his cheeks as he felt you slip away.

“Do-don’t do this t-to me. Not you too… they left me. Why do you want to leave me too?” You weakly tugged him down and made him kiss you, but half way through the kiss, he felt your head fall back and he knew. You were gone.

He knew that woman that had done this to you. He knew her and he was going to make sure she paid. But right now… right now you were more important. Xiao took you in his arms as tears started to fill his eyes. He’d never felt like this before and he hated feeling like this.

You made him feel so powerful, so invincible, so untouchable. But right now, he felt so vulnerable and broken. If he had been faster, if he had just gotten here faster he could’ve saved you. He could’ve been hugging you, seeing your skin bright with life, seeing your glimmering eyes, seeing that dazzling smile. But no, he was a failure.

A sob escaped his lips as he watched you starting to slip away. He pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“D-don’t do this. Pl-please don’t leave me. Y-you pro-promised you w-wouldn’t do this to me!” He looked down at you but you still had that angelic smile on your face. Why? Why would you do this?! You touched his cheek and spoke; your voice was a quiet whisper, but he heard it.

“I-I love y-you, Xiao…” He shook his head and glared at the sky before shutting his eyes. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to see this happening to you.

“I love you too. S-so much.” He felt your body go limp and another sob escaped his lips. “Y-you pr-promised you’d c-come back to me.” He raised your face closer to him and pressed a kiss against your lips. “P-please come back to me. I-I can’t live without you… I do-don’t want to.”

He sprinted down the hill towards where you lay, gathering you in his arms when he was at the bottom. He didn’t know what to do, there was so much blood, so much poison, and no hope. He fell beside you and pressed his hands onto the wound as blood gushed out.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, it’s ok, it’s ok, everything’s just fine!” You winced in pain in your torso, but it didn’t last very long. It only took a minute before you lost feeling in your legs and arms.

“Xingqiu… i-it hurts.”

“I know, I know and I’m so sorry! If I was faster, I could’ve helped you. It’ll be ok, I promise, my love. I won’t stop until you’re taken care of.” Why didn’t he believe his own words? Maybe it was the fading light in your eyes, maybe it was the color draining from your face, maybe it was the sheer amount of blood that poured from the wound… but Xingqiu didn’t have a single ounce of hope. Why? Why was the world doing this to him? Why was it punishing you like this? Did he do something? Did he commit a sin that was so unforgivable that the universe or the gods would punish someone as sweet and amazing as you?

He wanted to cry, but he bit his lip to hold the tears back. His eyes were glossy and his vision was blurry, but he refused to cry. He wasn’t going to show you the fleeting hope in him. He wasn’t going to show you that he was a liar.

“Xingqiu… w-will y-you g-give me one l-last kiss?” His head snapped to you and he shook his head.

“It won’t be our last kiss! We’ll have more chances. We’ll have so many more chances.” He did kiss you however. It was short and sweet, as he returned to applying pressure onto the wound. His eyes flickered to you for a second before his entire body tensed. You were staring at the sky… with dull, lifeless eyes. “(f-f/n)? H-hey… hey wake up.” He gently shook your shoulders. “Hey, stop. Th-this isn’t funny! I know you like playing tricks on me but this isn’t funny! St-stop!!” Finally, he broke. He laid his head on your chest as his tears started to flow.

“NO!” Oh, he knew that woman well. He’d worked with her once. She was, indeed, powerful. She was a killing machine and there was a time where he was impressed by her. But right now he felt nothing but pure hatred for her. But that had to wait, because you… you were dying.

Childe pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest and kissing your head. He was trembling and his emotions were a mess. Tears trailed down his cheeks as he looked down at you. The wound oozed with red and purple, so he knew you’d been poisoned.

“H-hey, darling. You ok? Everything’s just gonna be ok, you hear me?” You gave him a weak nod as you looked down at the wound. However, he took your face and made you look up at him. “No, no. Just look at me. Nothing but me.”

“I-I won’t… I’m tired.”

“HEY! Don’t you dare close those beautiful eyes on me! Everything’s going to be fine! Everything… everything is fine. Do you hear me? Don’t you dare even think about leaving me. Don’t you… don’t do it. Please, god I’m begging you (f/n)! Don’t leave me all alone in this world!”

“I-I ca-can’t stay…”

“Yes, y-yes you can! You can’t leave me, please d-don’t.. I-I don’t know what to do! What am I supposed to do?! Just go on, pretending everything’s ok?! JUST PRETEND LIKE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE DIDN’T LEAVE ME?!”

“Shh… d-don’t get so angry.”

“I-” He sighed, taking in a shaky breath, “I love you so much i-it’s hard to breathe without you. Do-don’t take away m-my reason for li-living.” You didn’t answer. You only weakly smiled before your eyes closed and your head fell back. Childe’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “N-no. No- HEY! No, no, no! Please no!” He held you against his chest as he let out a scream. What else could he do besides cry.

Your boyfriend stood up, holding you tightly in his arms. There was only one thought in his mind as he glared in the direction the woman had gone.

There was nothing left for him. So he wouldn’t stop; he would relentlessly hunt that woman down and tear her apart completely. That way, she could feel an ounce of his pain.

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4dtk · 3 years

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May I request fluff w/ jaehyun + the ff prompts:

31. hugging while straddling the partner

34. jaw kisses

24. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

I just know this is smthg like after a loong day and they finally have the night for themselves KSKSJSJS this is kinda a stretch but like imagine if jae would whisper smthg along the lines of ‘maybe we should just get married’ KSJSJSJSJS BUT AGAIN ITS UP TO U IF YOU’D LIKE TO DO THAT TY SO MUCH I ENJOY UR FICS A LOT 🤍🤍🤍🤍

so cute, thanks for requesting!! and thank you for the kind words <33

hugs, 31: hugging while straddling the partner

kisses, 34: jaw kisses

touching, 24: whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

“you sure you don’t wanna go back to the dorms tonight?” you mumble, the affection of your boyfriend shown with the hand on your waist and the kiss on your temple. as you bid farewell to the boys piling into the two cars lined up for them, johnny shoots the two of you one last deafening bye! before slipping into the car, remnants of their presence leaving with the screech of tires.

jaehyun shakes his head against your hair, interlocking your fingers as he brought you upstairs. he knew your apartment complex like the back of his hand, memorising the convenience store in the facility along with other amenities. he pulls your sleepy figure through the area, winding through the circle of the swimming pool as well as other smaller corridors before you finally reach the lift.

“why don’t you wanna go back?” you ask after a satisfying shower, feeling more energised than you were just now as you towel dried your hair. the boys who came over for dinner were nice to clean up the dining table, with taeyong and doyoung even offering to clean the dishes. jaehyun was quick to say yes with the promise of treating them to dinner next time, even prompting them to ignore your frantic, flustered hands.

“and why did you ask them to wash the dishes?” you pout, walking over to where he sat on the bed. jaehyun laughs, hands finding its home around your waist where he pulls you to his chest. from there, he hauls you onto his lap as he lies down, a content sigh leaving his lips when he finds you’re comfortably fitted onto his pelvis.

“lazy.” was his answer to both questions, enjoying the way the sheets felt on your bare legs due to the shower. jaehyun was warm, too, in contrast with the fabric below you. the other sits up, allowing your arms to go around his neck before you gently tug him into a hug before the noises finally come to a stop. the rustle of the sheets subside, jaehyun’s breathing turns silent, the shuffle of footsteps downstairs appear non-existent.

you can feel jaehyun’s hum through your body, seemingly reverberating through your bones and the monotonous tone of it causes you to unwind from the busy night. “thought you’d say that.”

the other makes a noise of agreement, lips slowly and surely leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw. it’s light, feathery, mirroring how you feel, and the natural turn of his head has you needing to break away from the embrace. you want to take back the quietness of the night, now, only being able to hear your heartbeat in your ears as jaehyun stares up at you with the softest gaze that night. he’s unrelenting, holding the stare with your eyes which shone with moonlight on the high floor you stayed on.

“should thank me…” your lover speaks in broken sentences, “now we can happily cuddle without worrying cleaning up tomorrow.”

you roll your eyes affectionately, “sometimes i’m glad i’m a germaphobe. wouldn’t want to keep food and dirty bowls outside overnight. you however…” a gentle smack to your ass earns a laugh out of you, soon returning to its place on the small of your back.

“i’m not that bad,” jaehyun frowns with faux sadness, “i just couldn’t wait to have you in my arms for the night. i love the members but i want alone time too, baby.” the confession makes your heart fly, a small smile slowly making its way onto your face. “i think i want it too much, don’t ya think?”

your heart jumps a hundred stories higher when jaehyun leans in to stop at your ear, with hot breath that makes your skin burn a thousand times worse, “maybe you should just marry me.” your hand tenses up at the back of his nape, your thighs tense, you’re suddenly frozen in your spot.

“h-huh?” jaehyun only snorts at your reaction and relishes in the way your jaw hangs open, stupefied. he grins at you.

“i meant what i said, wifey,” you have no time to process your shock before he takes your lips with his in a rush to feel you close to him, moving unhurriedly in order to enjoy and savour every last bit of you. you hum, wiggling your body to nestle it tighter with his as all worries leave your mind, with the same sentence repeating like a broken record.

the room echoes with your giggles and laughter after, wrapping the both of you up like a comfortable blanket full of love for each other. jaehyun whispers the same words again, omitting the first four and saying out the ones commonly written in movie scripts and proposal videos. marry me. marry me. he can’t decide whether he wants you to hear it or not, but he does it with full intent when your breath evens out and all he can hear are wedding chimes and cheers of your family members.

jaehyun falls asleep with a sweet dream that night, of you and him sharing your first dance, and a newfound desire to make it come true.

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tommyspeakycap · 3 years

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hi could you do an imagine/ one shot where it’s a snow day and ur w his family and it’s just all cute w whoever u want :)

snow days and haribo rings

jack grealish x reader

Jack was thankful for having a big car when he woke up this morning. It became apparent most people would have their close to Christmas family get together deterred or even completely cancelled by the amount of snow that had fallen over the course of the evening and continued when you woke in the morning.

The best part was seeing you light up like a child, eyes wide and bright as you all but jumped up and down. Jack had laughed, his smile stretched wide as you stood out the back catching snowflakes on your hands and throwing toys for the puppy who kept launching himself into the thick snow. Jack admired you from the kitchen window, conjoined dining room sliding glass door still wide open so he can hear your giggles bouncing through the house as he constructed one of the only meals he could. His toast and cheese was immaculate though, bloody amazing.

“The little ‘uns are dying to see you.” Jack announces in the car as he pulls down his parents street. His little cousins do just adore you and he can’t blame them one bit. Seeing you play with them, giggling when they pile on top of you for hugs and kisses always awakens something in him he hadn’t noticed before. It made him very broody, especially at this time of year. “Really?” you beam, eyes lighting up once again as you turn to look at him for the first time since getting into the car. He was well aware of your eyes stuck on the little snow shapes that flutter into the front window and the snowmen that line the streets. Pointing out bigger ones and getting excited when you see kids out. “Look!” You squeal, pointing your finger against the window. “Snow angels!”

“You’re my snow angel.” He retorted, flirting shamelessly with a huge cheesey beam. You let out a loud laugh as you screw up your face. “You’re awful,” you snort, shaking your head. Jack laughs with you, pulling the car into park in the drive so he can lean over and press his lips onto your cheek, warmed by the heaters of the large range rover.

Jack helps you jump out of the car so you don’t slip, because despite the fact his dad has claimed to have shovelled the drive, it was covered again in a thick layer of powdery snow. Your boyfriend wraps you up in him immediately, tucking you into his side so close you practically become one person. Touch has always been Jack’s love language. He almost always has to be touching you and it’s usually a subconscious act. An arm that’ll find its way around your waist or his hand that slips into yours. He’s very tactile and he just loves to have you there in his arms.

Karen is at the door ushering you into the warm house before either or you have the chance to raise a cold hand to knock it and before you have the chance to enjoy the heat, Jack’s little cousins - who call him uncle Jack just for easiness sake - have threw themselves at you both. Jack catches them a lot easier than you do with bellowing laughter so happy you can imagine the sound in a few years time when he gets home from training or game trips and it’s yours and his kids that get to barrel through the house and greet him like this. It makes your heart sing in a mixture of excitement and joy.

“Come on come on come on!” They chant, tugging your arm quickly through the house as you call your greetings along the way. Jack is left standing in by the coat rack with a stupid grin watching his little cousins drag you through the house until you reach the back door.

Jack can’t seem to keep his focus on the conversation with his mum as they sit at the dining room table next to the window that looks out to into the garden. He keeps looking out to you, exaggeratedly falling over when you get hit by snowballs thrown by the small kids, yelling out as they bound over to leap on top of you with hysterically laughing, wrapped up in warm winter coats, hats and scarfs. You’ve only got a jacket on though and Jack worries as he always does that you’re not warm enough.

“She needs an extra layer,” Jack mumbles, making his mother beam as she looks at him with a warm mug of hot chocolate between her hands. She’s so proud of the man that her boy has become. The kind who worried about his girlfriend being too cold even in the summer. Jack stands at the back door uneasily waiting for you to reach him. “You’re going to end up sick.” He states with a frown as he hurriedly moves to wrap a thick scarf around you neck. “That’s a myth, can’t get the cold from being cold.” You shiver, allowing him to offer you a sip of hot chocolate from his mug to warm you up and you accept it happily.

“Can get hypothermia though, Mrs Degree.” He retorts teasingly, his eyes created with a smile. “Not a medical degree, J. And that’s Miss degree thank you very much.” You snip as you trudge back off the snow with him following you, setting the mug down before he stepped out the door. Jack immediately notices the excitement on his little cousins faces when you both appear for the the snowball fight where you split into separate teams. The snowball fight where you end up pinned down on the snow by Jack, his face inches from yours as his lips just about brush yours. Even chapped and slightly cracked from the cold, Jack would kiss those lips happily forever. He can’t fight the smile that plays on his lips at the sight of your nose and cheeks tinted red from the cold.

“I could change that, you know.” He hums softly, eyes getting lost in yours. You simply gaze up at him puzzled with slightly furrowed brows. “The miss thing i mean,” he backtracks, his words something like a nervous stutter, “Cause you’re my missus, could make you a missus- mine. My missus. Like, with my name an’ all that.”

You giggle at his broken up stammering sentences, your lips stretching wide into a grin.

“Are you asking me to marry you, Jack?” You lull, a teasing tone hiding clearly behind your words as he shakes his head, moderately embarrassed by his poor attempt. Jack clears his throat, rolling off you to lay beside you on the thick snow cushioning your back before he squished you. “Suppose so,” he whips his head to face you, “Depends on what your answer would be?” he adds quickly with a smile yet worried eyes.

“Charming.” You jest sarcastically, shooting him an playfully incredulous look. “But i’d say yeah.” You add, staring up at the darkening sky with snow flakes still falling into your faces, getting stuck in Jack’s beard and landing in his hair.

“Mhm, that’s good.” He smiles softly, “Mrs Grealish. (y/n) Grealish.” Jack turns back to you, a soft smile on his lips and love shining in his eyes. “Sounds pretty good to me.”

You giggle in agreement, letting him tug you in closer to him to kiss a snowflake off the tip of your nose before pressing his lips onto yours next. “Yeah, it does.” You agree with one of those wistfully love struck grins as you look at the man you love with all your heart. “I’ll get you a ring, i promise.” He says sweetly, brushing his warm hands over your cold knuckles after he tugs you up to your feet out of the snow.

“I have a ring, Uncle Jack!” You hear from behind you, the two little kids standing there with a mini party bsd or haribos each. They beam up at you, the eldest holding out the red and yellow candy ring that Jack takes with a thank you and a tenacity as if it were a real, very expensive ring that you wouldn’t eat within the next ten minutes. Yet, the brown haired brummie still takes a knee in the snow, holding your hand and looking up at you. “I promise i’ll get you a proper ring, nice one too. All the best for you. Get you a nice big ring a s a nice big family an’ i’ll spoil you, spoil you all. I’ll spoil you forever. Promise. Will you marry me?”

Tears appear in your eyes involuntarily, a giggle breaking past your lips as you nod your head virtually. “Yeah, yeah of course i’ll marry you. Now up her and kiss me before you get a chill.”

Jack stands up eagerly, pressing his lips against yours as he pushes that ring onto your ring finger for you to hold out in front of you to admire. As Jack kisses you once again before he starts leading you inside holding onto your hand, you can only think about how happy you are with him. You’d be happy to marry him in a tracksuit or pyjamas, you didn’t care. You just wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and he felt the same way. Fancy rings wasn’t a big deal for you, but you knew he’d get you one anyway because he’s Jack. He has the money and he would be dammed if he didn’t spoil his girl.

“You didn’t,” Karen gawps, shaking her head with a teasing roll of her eyes. “You better get that girl a real one.” She tells Jack as he sits there on the couch later with you tucked under his arm, “you make sure he does.” She says to you before she went off to the kitchen. You turn to Jack, the fingers of your right hand laced into his as you raise the left one still with that ring on it.

“Sweet tooth?” You chime with a smile, Jack chuckles. “Always.” He responds easily. You lift your hand up to his mouth and just barely feel his teeth against your finger as he takes a bite off of that ring. You pop the rest of it in your mouth with a giggle.

“We are my ring.” You say through giggles, feeling his press his lips against the side of your head. “I’m sorry baby.” Jack responds, pulling you even closer to him under the warm fluffy blanket as you curl into his chest.

“Don’t be,” you mutter softly, “i’m happy to marry you with nothing but candy rings we’ll eat before the days out.”

“Good,” Jack says firmly, tightening his arms around you, “Because i’ll get you all the haribo rings you like, forever and always baby.”

The ghost of a smile dances over your lips as fatigue catches up with you, echoing his words adoringly. “Yeah….forever and always.”

#jack grealish #jack grealish imagines #jack grealish imagine #jack grealish x reader #footie fics #football fics #footballer fics #football imagines

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tomboy-writer · 3 years

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Prompt: Chris Evans story where your boyfriend is a cheating douche-bag. He cheats on you time and time again and you get into a bit of a depression. You confide in your best friend, Chris Evans. His consoling leads to sex, the sex soon turns into a regular thing and you get happy again. Your boyfriend sees your change and promises that he will never cheat again and that he will treat you better. You’re happy but sad at the same time because now you have to break things off with Chris. But Chris won’t have it; he says that you should stay with him and not your boyfriend. You’re not sure of which decision to make, so Chris lists off reasons why you would be better off with him.

Chris Evans x black!reader

A/N: my first Chris Evans story!! Let me know what you guys think of it.

A/N 2: I started this story a few years ago and it took me a long time to finish cause I was on a very long writing hiatus and didn't finish this until earlier this year, so some of the story goes off of what the summary says and I decided to turn this into 2 parts (could be more, depending on how long the 2nd part is). So no smut in this part, just angst and dumb jokes. This also originally wasn't going to be a black reader story, but seeing how my ACTUAL 1st Chris Evans story went pretty well (the Game On story) I decided to make it another one cause I love it.

C/W: angst, swearing, my dumb jokes, 3rd person story (it hurt my brain to write it this way, but I wanted to try something different)

“He did it again, Chris! Michael cheated on me with some big titted chick,” Y/N said as she sobbed into her best friend’s shoulder.

Chris rubbed his friend’s back, trying to calm her down. He knew how to handle situations like these since Y/N went through so many of them with her boyfriend. Chris thought her relationship with Michael was like a broken record: always repeating itself. It was good at first with the couple being so obviously in love, but that changed six months later when Michael decided that Y/N wasn’t enough and started to cheat on her with multiple women. Y/N had been given advice by Chris countless times about guys like Michael and she listened to him, she really did. But she always ended up forgiving her unfaithful boyfriend and enjoyed the makeup sex that Michael would give her after.

“He and that big titted chick can both go to hell for all I care,” Chris replied. Then he lifted his friend’s head from his shoulder and made her look directly in his eyes. “Hey hon,” he said using his ‘friendly’ nickname for Y/N. “I think it’s about time you dropped that lame ass zero and got yourself a hero.”

“Okay, Captain America,” Y/N chuckled while wiping her face.

Chris laughed too, but deep down he was really hoping that Y/N would actually consider dating him. They met seven years ago and became fast friends. But the bearded actor didn’t count on falling for Y/N a few years later when he was doing an interview for one of his new movies and Y/N was there to help support him and make sure his anxiety didn’t get the best of him. While in the middle of the interview, Chris started to feel a little fidgety, so he tugged on his ear; a sign that told Y/N that he needed her help. She was standing right behind the cameraman, so Y/N could see everything that Chris was doing. She saw the signal and started to make some weird faces for her best friend.

Y/N made Chris and the interviewer crack up that day, especially when she stood right behind the cameraman and started to bulge her eyes out at him, making him laugh as well. At that moment, Chris realized that he had found that special someone. That special someone that he wants to spend the rest of his life with and just keep forever, never let go.

Y/N was sweet, considerate and loved Disney movies and dogs as much as he did. So he felt that she was just perfect for him. He even started to mentally kick his ass for taking so long to realize this.

The interviewer asked Chris one last question before he had to leave.

“So, Chris, is there a special lady in your life? Ya know, besides your mother and sisters,” she asked.

Chris chuckled and looked right in Y/N’s direction with a bright smile on his face. “Well, I don’t have anyone yet,” the blonde answered, his eyes never leaving Y/N’s, “but I’m looking for her.”

“Chris? Chris, did you hear me,” Y/N asked suddenly, stopping Chris from remembering the day he fell for her.

Evans shook his head no. “Sorry, I zoned out for a few seconds.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I said I would love to find a new boyfriend, but I’m still in love with Michael.” Chris rolled his eyes this time. “Don’t do that, man. I can’t help that these are my feelings for him.”

“But what are your feelings for him right now! Aren’t you sad? Pissed? Or feeling like you just wanna punch that douche-bag in the face so hard that his face caves in a little bit?”

Chris’s friend nodded her head yes and started to sob again. He felt bad for making Y/N cry; he would never want to make her tears fall from her eyes unless they were tears of joy. He grabbed Y/N and embraced her for a few minutes until she was calm again. Once was she was, Chris pulled away from Y/N enough to look her in her eyes.

“Hey, promise me that you’ll forget about that douche for at least two weeks and just try to find someone better. Okay?” Chris begged with sincerity in his eyes.

“Okay,” I promise,” Y/N complied.

Chris kissed Y/N’s head and, after saying goodbye, left his friend’s house for the night.

* * *

Chris returned to Y/N’s house a few weeks later. He rung the doorbell and heard a faint ‘it’s open’. Evans opened and closed the door behind him and blushed at the sight in front of him: there stood Y/N, wearing only a pair of boy shorts and an over sized t-shirt, no makeup. That’s when Chris thought, no knew, that Y/N was the most beautiful woman out there.

"Hi Chris," Y/N greeted her best friend with a warm hug and a kiss on his cheek. Evans couldn't help the blush that crept onto his face. He also couldn't help but to imagine if he and Y/N were together and he'd come home from being on set all day long, her greeting him the same way she was now except that she'd try to pull back a little to ask him about his day. But Chris would hold his lover in a tight embrace, kiss her so lovingly, so passionately, and ask about her day instead.

Yeah, Christopher Robert [Jamal] Evans would love that.

"Hey, Y/N," Chris replied as he breathed in the embrace. "How've you been lately?"

"A little bit better; not fully okay, but I'm getting there I think," Y/N answered.

Chris shook his head in disbelief. He knew when his best friend was lying to him. "Y/N," he whispered, "I can see in your eyes that you're hurting more than letting on. You sure you're doing fine?"

Y/N's smile was quickly replaced with a small frown. "I'm doin' fine, Evans," she answered, mocking Chris's Boston accent. "And, before you ask, yes I have went on a few dates with other guys; three to be exact. First guy wouldn't shut up about his ex-wife; like I was supposed to be his therapist or something. Second guy -this gorgeous dreadhead- we connected and shit, but he too wouldn't stop talking about his ex and his table manners were terrible." You rolled your eyes before finishing your list. "Last but not least, I went on date with Mr. I-Got-Tons-of-Money-Baby. We didn't connect at all and I'm sure it was cause of his cocky attitude and the way he talked down to people -it was disgusting! " The dateless woman flounced into her big living room and plopped down onto her L-shaped sofa. "Trying to find a new man is pointless, Chris. Either I start dating women cause why the fuck not!? Or I just give up on love all together."

Chris chuckled but then nervously cleared his throat after he came up with a great -but what he also thought was a heart attack inducing- idea. "Y/N," he stammered.

"Yeah, man?"

"If the whole thing with you dating females doesn't work out, but you still want to try to find love, then I know exactly who you should date next."

Y/N gave Chris a questionable look. He didn't say anything back, just raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously. It took Y/N a few seconds to understand what Chris was talking about. But once she did, her mouth went into an O shape, showing her shock and surprise.

"Are you serious, Evans," Y/N exclaimed; eyes now wide as golf balls. "You wanna date me!?!"

The actor chuckled. He didn't think that his friend would be so shocked by his words. "I've been wanting to date you basically almost ever since we first met, Y/N. I just- -I just never knew what to say to you about it, or if you felt the same way or not and if you didn't then I didn't want to ruin our friendship, or if you did feel the dame way but then something bad happens to us down the road and then that messes with up our friendship and then there's the thing with paparazzi..." Chris was rambling on and on but Y/N was listening to everything he was saying. Hanging onto every word that was coming out of her best friend's mouth.

Y/N had never known that Chris had felt this way about her. It wasn't that she was completely oblivious (well, maybe a little), but she also never saw any signs of her friend being in love with her. Wait. Was Chris in love with Y/N? As far as she knew -or as far as she thought from what she was told so far- this was just a crush. A crush confession that apparently was a long time coming. She wondered how she felt for Chris; did she have the same feelings for him like he did for her? When they first met, all Y/N cared about was how Chris acted as a person, not as Captain America or as an actor in general. But as Chris Evans, an everyday man. Y/N knew, after that one day of meeting Evans, that she wanted to be best friends with the man, nothing more and nothing less. But now, with Chris' confession and continuous ramblings, Y/N was having different and a little bit confusing thoughts.

Sure Chris Evans is an very attractive man, physically speaking. But Y/N doesn't care about looks -much- when it comes to dating or anything for that matter. She thinks what makes people attractive is their personality more than anything, and she knows Chris has the best personality she's ever seen from a person. But she wasn't sure if she was ready to date him or anyone else for that matter. Although, if Y/N was going to date more, then Chris would probably be her number one pick.

"So, what do you say, Y/N," Chris asked, hopeful.

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And that's the end of part 1, everyone. Part 2 will be posted....probably next week or so. It is currently one of my WIPs so I'm definitely working on it.

But what do ya'll think will happen next? What will Y/N's answer to Chris be? Will she say yes, or will she say no? Who knows??? Except for me; I know. Also, you're Y/N; Y/N is you, so you better hope that you say something positive back :P Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this! Thanks for reading!!

#chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #angst #black writing #black reader #chris evans x black!reader #friends to lovers #chris evans fanfiction #christopher robert jamal evans

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kingpreciouswrld · 3 years

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Hi luv, can you do a angst to fluff Miranda Priestly imagine where Andrea comes back to Runway to confess her feelings for Miranda, but Miranda is in a relationship w/ the reader and has to choose between them. At the end Miranda chooses the reader!

Wants and Needs

Title from Drake's song -"Wants and Needs"

Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Reader

Genre: Angst -> Fluff

Word count: 2k

A/N: God you know I'm a sucker for angsty Miranda 😫 I hope you like it! All mistakes are mine ;-;

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The phone landed on the sofa with a soft bounce as you sat back into your own chair with a sigh.

You just got a call from Nigel. He called you right when he got back from leaving Miranda’s office and told you that he saw her walking into the office.

Her being the infamous Andrea Sachs.

The young journalist was known as the one who walked away alive. And thanks to Nigel, you also knew Andrea as the girl who was in love with her ex-boss and your girlfriend, Miranda Priestly.

It wasn’t new information to those who knew the young journalist. Nigel had told you that the girl developed feelings for the editor during her tenure at Runway. So far, the girl never showed any interest in Miranda after she walked away in Paris, and you hoped it stayed that way.

Your relationship with Miranda wasn’t public and you liked it that way. Miranda wanted to keep things underwraps until the both of you were ready to face the numerous paparazzi, critics, and the unavoidable page six, but keeping things underwraps meant that no one knew the editor was taken.

There was no reason for the girl to be at Runway unless...no, no, you needed to use a wise mind. But the journalist wrote small columns in a mediocre newspaper, so why would she be in Runway’s offices?

You tried your best to not jump to conclusions but if anything, you had faith in Miranda. She didn’t like to be bothered during Runway hours unless it was a family matter so you knew she would ignore the girl.

You hoped she would.

You didn’t know much about how Miranda felt about Andrea, she never talked about it.

Either way, there was nothing you could do with the information you were given, you weren’t going to call Miranda at work,

So you just waited.

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The shutting of the front door followed by heels clacking on tiled floors told you that Miranda was home.

You didn't need to check the time for it to tell you that Miranda was late, more late than usual.

You followed her movements with your hearing, never breaking your staring contest with the painting in front of you.

She was getting closer.

You didn’t have to tell her where you were, you didn't have the energy to anyway but she always came to the study to work on the book.

“Darling there you are.” Miranda bent down and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

You responded with a hum and watched as your lover made herself comfortable on the sofa across from you.

“How was your day? Did you manage to turn in your project on time?” she asked as she put on her reading glasses before turning to the book.

You were too out of it to answer her questions. Your day was...fine, it was tolerable, but your mind was running at a thousand miles per second and it made you despondent.

Not getting a reply from you, Miranda looked up from the book, “Darling?” she asked softly, "is everything alright?"

"Hm?" Your eyes found icey blue ones that were filled with concern. "Oh, yeah–yes, everything's fine."

Satisfied with your response, Miranda sent you a soft smile before she returned her focus to the fashion pages in her lap.

The silence that followed swallowed you whole, only broken with the few scratches of Miranda's red pen and the flipping of pages.

"Why was Andrea at Runway today?"

At least you held off for longer than you thought you would.

Miranda's focus didn't falter, the only telltale sign that she heard you was the sharp inhale through her nose.

"What are you talking about darling?"

"Andrea Sachs. Why was she there?"

Miranda made no move to stop her work and you sighed,

"It's just a question Miranda."

Knowing that she couldn't get any work done until you were addressed, Miranda finally looked up at you, taking her glasses off in the process,

"If you must know, she was just there to talk."

"Okay," you nodded slowly, "talk about what?"

The white-haired editor fluffed her hair before she waved you off, "It's nothing, really."

"Miranda you never just 'talk' to someone during work let alone an ex-assistant who walked out on you. She worked for you Miranda, I thought you wouldn't be caught dead with someone like–"

"Do NOT talk about Andréa like that," Miranda snapped.

Miranda had never raised her voice at you and it made you physically flinch. She was defending Andrea.

For the first time since the relationship started, you were shaken. You couldn't read Miranda at all and it scared you.

Without warning, your mask slipped in place and you became eerily calm,

"What happened," you said quietly.

Miranda had gone back to the book albeit working slower than usual,

"The girl merely wanted to have dinner."

The puzzle pieces were settling into place. You could feel your stomach clench. Your heart sped up, and you felt your nerves set off as the waves of anxiety spread from your chest throughout your whole body,

"That's why you were late wasn't it…"

Miranda simply continued with her work as she pushed some of her bangs out of her eyes, "Don't be ridiculous Y/N, it was just about friends catching up."

"You never talked about her, you refused to talk about her, she isn't just a 'friend' Miranda."

There was a silent pause as you observed your lover. Her own mask was in place and she was blatantly ignoring the situation. She wouldn't even look you in the eye.

"She asked you out again, didn't she."

A whispered 'yes' cut through the silence.

You took a deep, steadying breath,

"What did you say."

Silence. Miranda returned to the book, turning the pages and making notes here and there. She never once acknowledged you, it was as if the editor shut you out completely.

It broke your heart.

"I hope having your fun is worth it."

You quietly approached the editor, making sure you didn't jostle the book in her lap, before you bent down and placed your own kiss on her forehead.

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything else. The answer of silence was an answer in itself.

Quietly leaving the study, you made your way up to your– to Miranda's bedroom and gathered your clothes into a duffle bag. You didn't want to stay here, you couldn't. You didn't know what all of this meant, it was too much for you to process, but you knew you had to leave.

~~~~~~~

A year of being together and a journalist is what comes between the two of you. A year. A fucking year.

And now, here you were, sitting alone in a hotel room for the 8th day in a row.

How easy it was for Miranda to look at another.

Throughout the week you did your best to not doubt yourself. You knew Miranda's curiosity had nothing to do with how you were as a person or a lover, but you couldn't help that little voice in the back of your head that questioned why you weren't enough to satisfy Miranda.

After the second day of being away from the editor, she started to blow up your phone. Calls on top of calls came through, even during Runway hours and Miranda never called you during Runway hours, maybe texted, but never called.

The night you left the townhouse was the last time you talked to Miranda. Even though she's made many, many attempts to reach you, you weren't ready. Those self-doubts made you hesitant to pick up any of the calls that came to your phone.

On the third day she started to get Nigel and Emily to contact you. You told Nigel what happened and he wasn't happy with what Miranda had done. Emily heard what happened the first time she had contacted you and the redhead wasn't thrilled either. Although Emily was hard to deal with at times, you knew she wanted the best for you and right now she didn't think Miranda was what's best for you. Either way, both of them knew the situation and both of them promised to keep your location underwraps.

That, in turn, caused Miranda to double her attempts (as if they weren't enough already).

She started to send gifts, flowers, anything the editor thought you might like.

When you would arrive at work, there would be a bouquet of flowers on your desk, then throughout the day more bouquets would follow. Hell the woman would send you chocolates, not the cheap ones either, the best chocolates money could buy in New York City. You started to find Roy waiting for you after work and despite your attempts of refusal, you caved in after he personally wanted to see you make it back to wherever you were staying, safely.

Every mutual friend you had with Miranda knew where you were and what had happened between you two, and each of them promised to keep quiet on the matter.

You knew you couldn't hide forever, you just didn't know when she'd finally find you.

A knock on your hotel door snapped you out of your thoughts.

Your breath hitched. It couldn't be Miranda right? You've managed to slip away for 8 days, surely you had more time.

Looking through the little peep hole, you felt your body relax before confusion passed over your features. You never ordered room service. Unless you did and just forgot about it.

You shrugged, 'Free food is free food.' You opened the door and followed the bellhop as he pushed the cart in. Taking a closer look, you found that the cart held a tray of your favorite foods with a basket of your favorite snacks.

"Um, excuse me, where did you get all of this?"

"You only deserve the best."

You whipped around and found Miranda standing in the doorway.

She looked as if she came from work. Her famously white hair had fallen out of it's usual coif and there were a few wrinkles on her blouse.

What surprised you was the fact that the usual poised editor was fidgeting with her fingers. You could practically feel the anxiety rolling off of her body in waves. It was only then that you noticed that the two of you were now alone in your hotel room.

Miranda didn't know where to start, "Y/N, I…" she took a deep breath, "I love you and I-I'm sorry for my lapse in judgement about the whole..Andréa spiel."

You watched as Miranda took tentative steps forward, gaining more confidence when she didn't get any refusal from you.

She took hold of your hands and pressed kisses to them both, "Darling, it's you. I love you and only you. There has never been a moment since you left that I haven't thought of you."

"Miranda…" you whispered softly.

She shook her head and squeezed your hands, "I need you. I should have never entertained the thought of life without you by my side. I choose you Y/N, I love you."

You bit your lip before you sent a small smile towards the editor and Miranda's eyes brightened. She pulled you into a crushing hug and she clung to you like a koala as she kissed any part of your body that was in reach: your shoulder, your neck, your hair. All the while, she whispered 'I love you's' and 'I'm sorry's' and 'Y/N' as if chanting these things would keep you two in the moment. You indulged in the love that was showered on you and you hugged Miranda back just as tightly.

Miranda finally settled to hide her face in the crook of your neck,

"How did you find me?"

Her response was muffled by your neck but you heard it all the same,

"I may have threatened Emily with the banning of cheese in the offices."

You snorted a laugh.

'Ratted out for cheese cubes..are cheese gift baskets a thing?’

__________

Devil Wears Prada tags: @007giu

#miranda priestly x reader #miranda priestly #the devil wears prada #meryl streep #meryl streep movies

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danurso · 3 years

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Stung Knight: Jaune helping Yang teach Blake how to dance.

*writting RWBY again after so long feels weird 😂*

Yang: alright, and one, and two, and one and OWW!

Blake: sorry. . .

Yang: It 's fine. *stops the song* Thank the gods I have aura though, it's the seventh time you step on me.

Blake: I told you I have no idea what I'm doing.

Yang: How in the world have you never danced to a slow song before?

Blake: *raises an eyebrow while giving her a skeptic look*

Yang: Oh yeah, white fang, my bad.

Blake: This is so annoying, why do I need to dance?

Yang: You don't need to, but dancing is part of the fun of a ball! And I bet jaune is excited to dance with us.

Blake: *sighs* I bet he would laugh at me if he saw how I dance.

Jaune: Lies, I would never do that.

Blake: *blushes* j-jaune!?

Yang: Hey there ladykiller.

Jaune: *at the doorway* hey girls.

Blake: How long have you been there!?

Jaune: Just a few minutes. *shows them a notebook* I came to return Ruby's notes for the leadership class. *with a small smile* But I ended up seeing something really nice too.

Blake: *covering her face* ugh. . .

Yang: Glad to know my pain is funny to you.

Jaune: You laughed when Weiss kicked my ass in combat class, so it's only fair.

Yang: I'm sorry if it's a crime to laugh at the image of a small girl beating a guy almost twice her size.

Jaune: Yup, just like that, you know I love it when you step on my pride.

Yang: *grins* I know a lot of places you like to be stepped on too.

Jaune: aaaand i knew this conversation was going for too long without an innuendo, so before this gets out of hand. *walks up to blake, reaching out his hand* Mind if I help you out?

Blake: i. . .

Yang: She wouldn't! *sits down on the bed* my toes need a break from all the pain and agony.

Blake: i-it wasn't that bad.

Yang: tell that to my broken toes

Blake: *sighs* I guess I don't have a choice.

Jaune: Of course you do, no one will force you to dance this weekend, and I will still love you regardless, so you're not forced to do anything.

Blake: . . .you saying that is worse than just saying that I have to dance. *takes his hand*

Jaune: Alright, just put this hand on my shoulder and follow me.

Blake: alright *places hand on his shoulder*

Jaune: *holds her hand and her waist*

Yang: shouldn't her other hand be on your shoulder?

Jaune: nope, this way is more natural and easy to be guided.

Yang: I took ruby to our ball back in signal, that was the best way we found to dance.

Jaune: I know, which is why she and Weiss still dance like that on the balls. Ruby's dancing is quirky and as a dancer, Weiss can easily keep up with it. Blake is not a dancer but she's very flexible-

Yang: *grins*

Jaune: mind out of the gutter please.

Yang: I didn't say anything.

Jaune: But I can read your mind, and I know it just went to some dark places.

Yang: *chuckles*

Jaune: Continuing, Blake is not a dancer but she is very flexible, so dancing like this is going to be a lot better than Ruby's quirky dance style.

Blake: You know a lot about this.

Jaune: I also know how to cook, sew, wash clothes, braid, do makeup, hairstyle and clean a house like nobody else. Growing up with eight women in the house did had its perks.

Blake: i see.

Yang: It also taught you a lot about treating a girl the way she likes.

Jaune: Just play the music for us please.

Yang: Roger that. *hits play*

As the song started to play, Jaune started to guide Blake, going around the room with slow steps and only picking up pace when Blake felt comfortable. She stepped on his toe once but he ignored and kept patiently guiding her, and after a few minutes, they found their rhythm.

Jaune: Yeah, I think you got it.

Blake: W-what do I do now?

Jaune: Just keep following me and the music, *with a big smile* you're doing great though, so you can relax a little.

Blake: *pink* alright. . . *she leans closer, resting on his chest and calmly following him*

Yang: *grins* Hey! He said just a little you sneaky cat!

Blake: Can't hear you, I'm enjoying the moment.

Jaune: *chuckles*

They danced for a few songs, Blake managed to follow the music without more incidents, and ended more confident in her own dancing skill. It was a bit hard to let go at the end though, the rhythm was so calm and she felt so safe in his arms, she wished she could stay there forever.

Jaune: so, feeling more confident?

Blake: A little bit. . . *hugs his arm* I'm feeling more cold now though.

Jaune: Just give me a second to store my things back in my room, Pyrrha keeps everything clean in the room and I don't want her having the work to clean up my mess.

Blake: *pouts*

Jaune: I promise we can cuddle after that.

Blake: don't take long.

Jaune: i won't.

Yang: I feel left out.

Jaune: *chuckles* then hop in, we can see a movie too if you want, as long as it isn't "huntsmen: endgame" again. I'll be right back. *kisses them on the forehead and leaves*

Yang: Come on, how can you guys get tired after seeing a movie only eight times?

Blake: *on her bed, under the covers.* . . .

Yang: you okay, partner?

Blake: no, I need my knight.

Yang: I guess dancing classes weren't the only thing they didn't give you back in the white fang. At least you look cute when you're hungry for affection.

Blake: You wouldn't judge me if you had danced with him like that.

Yang: I'm not judging, and i already did, why do you think I'm so excited to dance this weekend?

Blake: *grumbles* . . .Yang?

Yang: yeah?

Blake: Why is Jaune so nice to hug?

Yang: Because our boyfriend is the human equivalent of a golden retriever, loyal, warm and cuddly.

Blake: nooo, don't compare him to a dog of all things! I can't stop thinking about it now!

Yang: And you're still going to cuddle with him, aren't you?

Blake: And I'll never let go.

Yang: dramatic, you're cute and dramatic, i think i like affection starved blake.

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladona #jaune x blake #jaune x yang #dragonslayer #rwby dragonslayer #knightshade #rwby knightshade #stung knight #rwby stung knight #jaune x yang x blake

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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you get kidnapped by the fatui headcanons (diluc & kaeya)

prompt: Diluc and Kaeya headcanons for reader getting kidnapped by the Fatui before they have a chance to confess that they’re in love with her, as requested by @lohai-of-favonius word count: 2.1k (lol “headcanons”) characters featured: diluc, kaeya reader: gender-neutral/female/male (can be read any way, it’s in second-person pov) style: headcanons w/ angst then fluff warnings: possible spoilers for diluc & kaeya related info, light descriptions of injuries, kidnapping, light descriptions of violence

a/n: i made these into headcanons, i hope that’s okay! i was getting a little longwinded on the both of them and i feel like the scenarios would’ve turned into full length fics otherwise haha. i definitely need to learn to write less. i hope i interpreted the prompt well!

“I have a commission awaiting me,” You stated, refusing to make eye contact with the man in front of you as you absentmindedly fiddled with the sleeves of your shirt. “In Liyue. Looking for a missing person. Should be routine stuff, I’ll be back in a week, max.”

You glanced at the man in front of you. If you could notice the concern he wore on his expression, you failed to verbally acknowledge it and instead took one of their hands in yours, squeezing it lightly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. You don’t have to ring the alarm bells just yet!” You joked, plastering a small smile. As the man in front of you realized his expression was morphing into one of worry, he smoothed over his expression and composed himself.

He knew he couldn’t control your actions, nor had any room in stating which course of action you should take when it came to accepting your commissions. Missing person cases, while a valiant cause, often led to bad news. But, you were a hero at heart and here he stood, merely a friend of yours. Now wasn’t the time for a heartfelt confession of love that he desired to send your way. Doing so would only unfairly manipulate you into staying and he knew you were strong enough to make it back on your own.

But, a week later, as he awaited your arrival at the gates of Mondstadt, worry plagued the man who had fallen in love with your heroic, dutiful spirit over the last few months. As the hours ticked by, he realized he needed to have a new course of action...

KAEYA

Upon you going missing with little to no information, Kaeya would notify the Knights of Favonius, first and foremost. In fact, he speaks to Amber first, as he believes her to be trustworthy and her status as an Outrider makes her most likely to encounter you first.

However, despite his growing concern, he remains optimistic. You’re a strong fighter who has helped him clear countless hilichurl camps. He knows you can handle yourself well. You’re likely just taking longer than expected or picked up extra work in Liyue before returning.

A few days later, Fischl, one of the Adventurer’s Guild’s investigators, approaches him with information on your whereabouts. However, after lots of back and forth between the two, he finally understands (with the help of Oz’s translations) that you’ve been kidnapped by the Fatui.

Kaeya immediately panics, but manages to keep his cool, charming facade up until Fischl leaves his presence. Now left alone in his office in the Knights of Favonius headquarters, Kaeya paces around, trying to think of a plan.

Kaeya wants nothing more than to ride a horse straight into Liyue and search for you, taking down anyone that gets in his way. However, there’s one thing that limits him: Diplomacy.

Kaeya’s a part of the Mondstadtian government, meaning that any action he takes in Liyue directly reflects on the nation of Mondstadt as a whole. It wouldn’t look good to dirty his hands with Fatui blood in a land that isn’t his own. Not only would it be detrimental to his well-being, it would also put the freedom of Mondstadt at risk, which goes directly against the promise he made when being sworn in as a Knight.

Therefore, he has to use the next best thing: Connections. The Adventurer’s Guild has been extremely helpful on intel, he has friends in the Liyue Millileth, and he’s even willing to swallow his pride and reach out to Diluc if it means your safe return.

Diluc, despite his tense relationship with his brother, has always had a soft spot for your presence, so he’s more than willing to help by spreading word around the tavern.

As days go by, Kaeya gets antsy and right when he’s about to say fuck it and mess up the entirety of Sneznhayan-Liyuean-Mondstadtian geopolitical relations by murdering some Fatui to get you back, Amber bursts into his office and doubles over, trying to catch her breath after sprinting to the Knights of Favonius headquarters.

“We found her. With Barbara,” She manages to wheeze out. Without caring for the state of the Outrider’s lungs, Kaeya shoves past her and immediately sprints to the cathedral.

He rushes to the back where he’s met with your figure lying in a hospital bed. As he enters your room, your eyes flutter open to give him a bleary-eyed smile, despite all of your injuries.

He opts for sitting next to you and taking your uninjured hand in his, hesitant to move you a lot in fear that it would only hurt you. However, he wants nothing more than to wrap you in his embrace and never let you go. But instead, he simply brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles lightly, whispering a thank you to Barbatos for your safe return as his lips ghost along your skin.

The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes as Kaeya plays with your fingers, trying to think of the words to say. You, on the other hand, are content with sitting in silence, far too tired to explain everything that had happened to you over the course of your adventure.

“Who rescued you?” The first words out of Kaeya’s mouth are not a love confession, but rather embittered words, laced with jealousy. He wants nothing more than have to been the knight to bust down the door of wherever you were held captive and whisk you away to safety, solidifying the image of him in your eyes as a protector.

“I rescued myself,” You speak softly, a smirk spreading across your lips. “I beat up those Fatui jerks and escaped myself.”

Kaeya looks up from gazing absentmindedly at your hand and makes eye contact with you. Before he can stop it, a proud laugh escapes from his lips and you begin to laugh with him too. Despite all his worries, you had come back alive and in one piece, just scraped up. You didn’t need him to play protector -- you had yourself. He was just designed to be your cheerleader. As this thought settled into his head, his laughter subsided and a content smile graced his lips.

“I’m in love with you,” He confesses in the comfortable silence between the two of you. Kaeya was normally the type for bald-faced lies, but tonight, he felt as if he wanted nothing more than to peel back his layers of mystery and be honest with you.

You beam at him, rotating your hand in his grip and squeezing back. “I know. Aren’t you lucky that I feel the same way?”

DILUC

When you go missing, Diluc immediately expects foul play. He’s definitely more worrisome than Kaeya, but Diluc is more fearful of losing the one he loves. He’s experienced loss before and has built up walls around himself to avoid losing that again and, while Kaeya does the same, Diluc is far less charming and suave with his words.

Diluc has let you in as both a friend and has fallen in love with you. He doesn’t want to lose you before he can tell you how you’ve broken down his walls.

He trusts you to be able to take care of yourself, but even the mightiest of warriors can be kept off guard. Therefore, Diluc begins using his wealth to find information out about your location and what happened to you. While it might not result in the most reliable information, Diluc knows money can get people to talk more than anything.

Diluc quickly learns that the Fatui are holding you hostage and finds out where. The location is in Liyue, so Diluc does what Diluc does best: He sets out to rescue you himself.

He doesn’t take much with him besides a horse, his claymore, some food and medical supplies, and your weapon of choice. He doesn’t know what shape you’ll be in, but he knows that if you’re even remotely conscious, you’ll want to help him fight.

When he infiltrates where the Fatui are holding you, he’s filled with rage upon seeing your bruised and beaten form in the corner, chained to the wall, as if the Fatui had tried to get information out of you but failed.

Determined to rescue you safely, Diluc realizes that he’d have to fight the multiple Fatui that were now alert to his presence as well. The four Fatui members in the vicinity look like they had already had a rough time capturing you and are less than thrilled at the prospect of fighting Mondstadt’s Darknight Hero.

However, Diluc will be damned if he lets them run. He makes quick work of the Fatui members, thanks to your assistance in fighting as hard as you could before being captured.

Once the Fatui are defeated, Diluc immediately crouches by your figure, breaking the shackles holding you with his claymore.

“My hero,” You sigh in a dreamy voice as a mischievous grin forms on your face, causing Diluc to both sigh in exasperation and flush red at the same time. However, your voice becomes sincere as you utter your next words. “Thank you.”

“You would do the same for me,” Diluc responds, his words filled with truth. Diluc trusts you more than anyone else in Teyvat. He scoops you up bridal-style and carries you over to his horse. The two of you ride back to Dawn Winery in silence, with you sitting in front of him as he holds the reins. His arms around your waist prevent you from falling and the rhythmic motions of the horse lull you into sleep.

You awake in one of Dawn Winery’s beds with fresh bandages. At your bedside, fresh water and fruit had been placed for your consumption upon waking, but you’re not too concerned with either at the moment. You decide to eat some before going to find Diluc, realizing that he’d probably chew you out for not taking care of yourself if he found out.

As soon as you’re finished, you hobble out of bed, determined to find Diluc. You spot him on the balcony and as you creak open the door, Diluc whips his head around and frowns at you.

“You should be in bed,” He chastises, immediately rushing over to you. He notices the fact that you have to lean against the doorframe for support and sighs. “Why would you ever get out of bed with your injuries?”

You let out a small giggle. “I wanted to see my charming hero, who is just as excited to see me too,” You croon, enjoying the way the tips of his ears flush red at your teasing. You reach out your arms to him. “Carry me back?”

Diluc sighs and picks you up once again. “You have me wrapped around your finger,” He murmurs into your hair as he carries you back. You’ve latched onto him like a koala, with his hands supporting your thighs and your arms around his shoulders. You bury your face into his neck and sigh with content, causing him to flush an even deeper shade of red.

Despite his embarrassment about the current situation coloring his face, Diluc realizes that he doesn’t mind if everyone else in the winery sees him carrying you like this. It would showcase that you were clearly his.

As the two of you return to your room, Diluc gently lays you down on the bed and turns to leave, but you grab his wrist before he can make his escape. His face is still flushed a deep scarlet when he turns around to face you, causing you to let out another laugh.

As the morning sun filters in through the window, your eyes twinkle with delight as you stare up at Diluc, happy to be in his presence. Diluc looks down at you, entranced by how carefree you look, despite the hell of what you had just gone through. Despite all the bandages that cover your face, arms, legs, and torso, Diluc views you as a sculpture crafted with the finest materials by the gods themselves.

As he brushes the hair out of your face, Diluc realizes that he would rescue you a thousand times over if he could relive this moment of you being happy, without any of life’s typical worries etched into your face. That’s when he fully realizes how he feels about you, embracing the feelings he had long sought to push away.

“I’m in love with you,” He states, gently cupping your face in his hand. You reach up and cover his hand with yours, smiling softly at him.

“I’m in love with you too, Diluc,” You murmur as he closes the distance between the two of you and presses a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc headcanons #kaeya headcanons #diluc #kaeya #genshin impact #*headcanons #*writing #*diluc #*kaeya

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joonie-beanie · 4 years

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The OM! Boys + first kisses (which you initiate!)

Masterlist

I didn’t explicitly mention it being the first kiss in each scenario, but please assume that it is! 🥰

Lucifer:

Your feelings for the Avatar of Pride are undeniable. In fact, recently, they’ve become very hard to keep in check.

He’s already on your mind when you walk past his study, and see him hunched over his desk--working hard, like always (and that worries you a bit). Your heart is so full of love for him, and it aches whenever you think of his long, exhausting days.

Even if it’s cheesy, you want to be a pick-me-up to him during those busy times.

“Shouldn’t you take a break?” you quip, silently making your way inside. Lucifer blinks, and his gaze softens when it falls on you.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he sighs, but doesn’t set his pen down. He frowns at the stack of papers in front of him, not paying you any mind as you slowly scoot your way around the side of the desk--stepping up behind him.

You watch him as he works, eyes trailing from his gloved hands, up his arms, and across his strong jaw line.

Lucifer never fails to enchant you. Even just being here, so close to him, has your heart racing.

...you want to kiss him.

“Y/N--”

And the minute Lucifer turns his head ever so slightly, moving to look at you, you do just that.

Without giving yourself much time to think on it, you reach your hands forward and cradle his face--closing your eyes as you press your lips against his own.

You feel Lucifer still in surprise, and you’re quick to try and pull back--but then a grin is spreading on his lips, and his gloved hand is curling against the back of your neck.

He kisses you for a few more moments, goosebumps rising on your skin. Then, he finally releases you--only allowing you a few inches to breathe as his thumb soothes through your hair.

“I’m a bit upset you didn’t allow me the chance to kiss you first,” he says with a bit of a frown, but soon laughs. “However, as long as I get to keep kissing you, I certainly won’t complain.”

Mammon:

Despite your affections for the Avatar of Greed, they never seem to be enough.

Tonight, he’s pouting because you’d spent your afternoon with Asmo--having a shopping day together--and not him.

“I mean, ya could’ve invited me,” he says, pointedly ignoring you as he rolls onto his side and occupies himself on his DDD. You sigh.

“Mammon, Asmo wanted it to be just the two of us. I assumed you would be okay for just a few hours without me at your side.”

Somehow, he manages to pout even harder.

“I’m supposed’ta be your first...why are ya spending so much time with those guys?”

Your gaze softens as you regard him. He should know by now that he’s got a special place in your heart, and yet, that’s still not enough for him.

No, he’s the Avatar of Greed. He’ll only continue to crave more, right?

“Mammon.”

He grunts, not turning to face you. “What?”

“Mammon, look at me, please.”

You speak quietly, tenderly--letting any annoyance disappear from your tone. Then, finally, Mammon gives in, and rolls onto his back.

“What? Are you ready to apolo--mmph!”

He literally goes stiff as a board when you lean in and capture his lips. Your cheeks are hot--you’re embarrassed despite your sudden burst of confidence.

“There--,” you say, sitting back after a few seconds. “Is that enough to make it up to you?”

Mammon blinks at you, face getting redder by the second. Then, his gaze is darting away, brain catching up to what has just occurred. However, it’s clear that he’s far from unhappy.

“Uhhh...well, maybe if you give me a few more, I’ll think about forgiving you.”

Levi:

It’s a spur of the moment type thing.

You’re hanging out with Levi, watching him play a video game, when things start to go wrong. He hops to his feet, cursing up a storm as he attempts to regain his footing in the match he’s suddenly now losing.

You decide to stay calm, to not worry, because surely Levi will calm down in a moment--but when his power starts to seep, an aura growing around him--you know you have to do something.

After all, he can’t summon Lotan again.

“Levi, hey! Why don’t we calm down!” you try, smiling at him. You shift yourself into his field of vision, hoping to distract him from the game that’s only continuing to go south.

“There’s a special reward for beating this level!” he hisses, his amber eyes ghosting right over you. “I have to win!”

“You can try again once you’ve calmed down!” you argue, taking a step forward, with your hands held in front of you. Your fingers skim the fabric of his jacket, and you look up at him, but he’s too immersed to realize exactly how close you are. (After all, if he did, he would definitely be scrambling backwards right now).

“No, I--”

You sigh at his adamance, fingers curling into his shirt. You had been hoping your first kiss with him would at least be a little more romantic, but here goes nothing!

Gathering all of your courage, you press up and connect your lips with his. It takes him a few seconds to register what’s going on, but you feel the controller in his hands slowly drop. And then, he’s jolting back--arm raising to cover his tomato colored face.

“Y-Y-You!! You kissed me!”

“I’m sorry!” you immediately say, feeling hot as well. “You wouldn’t listen to what I was saying, and I didn’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself, or your games, or your brothers, so!” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but it doesn’t work well.

“Listen...I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, I just--”

“W-Well...I never said that...,” he mumbles, interrupting you. His gaze darts between your face, and the wall nearby. “But I didn’t really...feel...it the first time, so...m-maybe we should do it again…”

Satan:

Satan is a pretty good cook, so you tend to hang around him when it’s his night to make dinner.

It's not uncommon that you try to steal bites whenever he’s not looking.

Today, however, he warns you just a second too late that he’s making spicy curry (like, really spicy curry), so you should steer clear of any taste-testing.

Of course, a beat later he turns and sees you over the stove with the wooden spoon shoved into your mouth.

Even before you start to sweat, and tears form in your eyes, Satan is at fridge--pulling out the carton of milk and pouring you a big glass.

As you down the soothing liquid, Satan stays by your side--unable to help it when he chuckles. You send him a glare, letting him know you don’t appreciate him laughing at your pain, and he lifts a hand to pat your hair.

“Oi, Oi~ It’s your fault for not listening to me.”

He breaks into another fit of giggles, moving past you to return to the stove. Your eyes follow after him, heart beating surprisingly fast at the sound of his laughter, and the slightest bit of physical contact with him.

Setting the glass on the counter--your mouth now successfully not about to burst into flames--you steel yourself and make your way towards him.

Without warning, once at his side, you reach forward and grab two handfuls of his sweater vest. Satan’s eyes widen in surprise as you drag him into the impromptu kiss, but it doesn’t take him long to reciprocate.

With little thought, he matches the firmness of your lips--his cheeks dusted pink when he pulls back to smile at you.

“What was that for?”

“Just felt like it,” you mumble, glancing away. Your eyes fall to the bubbling pot of curry. “...will you make a separate batch that won’t kill me?”

He hums. “Maybe for the price of another kiss.”

Asmo:

Although Asmodeus teases you all the time about how much he wants to kiss you, and to shower you in even more intimate forms of affection--he never acts on them.

Sure, he’s the Avatar of Lust, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t understand boundaries.

He loves you a lot, and doesn’t want to mess your relationship up by moving too quickly, and for that, you really appreciate him.

However...while his consideration is appreciated, you’re starting to go stir crazy at the fact that he won’t make the first move.

So, you decide to take it upon yourself.

You spend hours--days, even--building up your courage. And today, your courage meter is finally full.

Asmo and you already have plans to hang out, so it’s not strange when you knock at his door. It is out of character, however, when he pulls the door open to greet you, and you immediately lurch forward--wrapping your arms around him as your lips connect.

Even if it’s unexpected, Asmo is reciprocating without missing a beat. He hugs you tightly, kissing you back until you’re gently pushing him away--in need of some air.

“Oh, I loved that,” he says dreamily, taking a step back into his room. “You should do that more often!! I love seeing this confident side of you! It’s such a turn on!”

You cup your hot cheeks, stepping inside after him--still in shock that you’d actually kissed him.

“I don’t know, Asmo, it took me a while to work up to that.”

He giggles a little at your statement, and you blink when he reaches forward and grabs a strand of your hair--tugging you forward. His eyes sparkle.

“Well...even if you don’t have the courage to initiate right now, since the ice is broken…,” he gaze falls to your lips. “Is it okay if I kiss you instead? I promise it’ll be enjoyable~ After all, I’m good at this stuff.”

Beel:

Most of the time, you’re alright with giving Beel your food. You love him to the moon and back, and seeing him eating his favorite dishes with that happy look on his face makes your heart soar.

Today, however, you’d purposely stashed your desert to the side--intent on eating it yourself, for once, considering it was a limited time flavor from Madam Screams.

You’d hoped that putting it out of sight, and quite literally stashing in behind all the food in the fridge, would help keep it from the Avatar of Gluttony--but food never gets past him.

You’re in the middle of finishing up your turn on dish duty when you hear the fridge pop open. Immediately you’re whipping your head around--gasping in shock when you see Beel sticking his head into the appliance, sniffing around with a hungry look on his face.

“Beel no!” you abandon the dishes and rush over to him, trying to stop him from devouring your dessert in one bite. However, your efforts are futile, and soon your precious sweets are gone. The only remaining hint of them is the dusting of sugar on Beelzebub’s lips, and in a moment of foolish bravery, you grab him by the collar of his jacket and tug him down.

Your lips connect, and you can taste the dessert on him--sweet, and rich--everything you’d been hoping for.

After a few seconds, you pull back for air, and find Beel staring at you with surprise written all over him. You feel your face begin to heat up--realization at what you’d just done hitting you--but before you can think to apologize, or run, Beel is dragging you back in.

His palms cup your cheeks--his lips meeting yours once more.

“I’m sorry for eating your dessert,” he mumbles, regret in his tone. “I’ll buy you another one. But.. until then, I want to keep tasting you.”

Belphie:

You’re struggling to fall asleep when Belphie stops by your room, and asks if you want to go for a walk with him. The offer sounds heavenly, so you say yes.

It’s a simple thing--walking side by side with the Avatar of Sloth, through the uncrowded streets of the Devildom--but it still makes you feel...smitten.

Over the last few weeks, your feelings for Belphie have only grown larger, and larger. And now, even simple gestures like this--that don’t have any special meaning--cause your mind to wander.

Seriously, he’s not even talking, but your gaze is zeroed in on his mouth. On his soft lips, which are parted ever so slightly as he sighs--his eyes trailing around the familiar scenery.

“Hey,” he speaks, turning to face you. He smiles, and the expression has your heart jumping into your throat.

Without thinking--acting solely on a split second of courage--you step towards him.

“Do you wanna get some--,” his voice cuts off abruptly as you press your lips to his. He makes a quiet sound of shock, and you can only imagine that he’s staring at you like you’re crazy. (Luckily, you can’t confirm if he is since your eyes are squeezed shut).

After a few seconds, you decide to pull back--feeling a little dejected since Belphie hasn’t made a move of his own. Then, just as you peel your eyelashes back open, Belphegor is grabbing you by your waist--dragging you against him as he captures your lips.

His kisses are much hotter than yours, and you whine at him, gently knocking your fist against his chest when you notice that the two of you are starting to draw looks from some nearby demons.

“What?” he asks cheekily, his grip loosening enough to allow you some room for air. “You’re the one that suddenly kissed me in the middle of the street. First kiss, too. How daring.”

Your face flushes, eyes darting away. “Y-Yeah, well…”

“Well,” he continues, reaching down to grab your hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours, tugging you farther down the street. “I say we get somewhere more private, and then continue.”

Diavolo:

It just...sort of...happens.

Diavolo invites you to have tea in his office during your free period, and things go so well, that for a moment, you have a lapse in sanity and actually forget that the goddamn Prince of Hell isn’t your boyfriend.

You’ve had feelings for him for a while, and sometimes--when he’s in front of you, looking so handsome, and being so charming--it’s easy to lose yourself in those feelings.

So when your tea time wraps up, and Diavolo escorts you to the door of his office, maybe you--without thinking--press to your tiptoes and plant a kiss right against his lips.

“Thank you for tea, I--,” your words die off as a sense of dread washes over you. You raise a hand to your lips, realizing what you’ve done. “Oh my god--”

Your eyes flit to Diavolo’s face, and you can tell that he’s at a loss for word--his golden eyes wide with surprise.

Oh god, why are you like this??

Freaking out, you hurriedly reach for the door handle. “Lord Diavolo, I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I--”

But before you can run into the hall and away from your current nightmare, Diavolo is grabbing your wrist and tugging you back into the room.

“No, no! No need to be sorry,” he beams, his free hand lifting to brush a few stray hairs from your face. “I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

You flush, looking away and mumbling. “But I kissed you out of the blue like that…”

“True,” he chuckles, gaze tender as he regards you. “I was surprised, that’s for sure.” He leans down and looks you in the eyes--your faces just inches apart.

“So, next time, maybe don’t jump at me. Simply asking me for a kiss will work just fine.”

Barbatos:

You’re helping Barbatos out in the kitchen of the Demon Lord’s Castle when the urge to kiss him suddenly overwhelms you.

Because honestly--how dare he look so kind, and handsome all the damn time. In everything that he does, he always manages to hold the same poise, and grace, and it drives you mad.

Even now, as he stands over the stove--watching dinner cook, with an apron tied around his waist--the energy he exudes draws you in, and makes you fall all over again.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly make your way around the kitchen island, and step up to his side.

Sensing your presence, he turns to face you with a gentle smile.

“Dinner is almost finished,” he says. “Thank you for your help. If you want, you can head to the dining room where the others are.”

You nod, but your feet don’t move. Barbatos blinks, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

Taking a deep breath, you gather all of your courage, and then reach forward. Barbatos pauses as your fingers brush against his cheeks--his eyes going wide when he feels your lips press against his--warm, and soft.

“I…,” you stutter when you finally pull back. “I just...I want to do that, so…”

Barbatos chuckles at your darkening face, his gloved hand moving to cup your cheek.

“It’s quite alright. I’m flattered to know that you wanted to kiss me.”

His thumb soothes over your hot skin, and he smiles a bit wider.

“If you ever feel like doing it again, then please, by all means, you have my permission.”

“Same to you,” you mumble, causing him to laugh a little more. Leaning in, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Duly noted.”

Solomon:

You choose to blame your actions on the atmosphere of the party, and the fact that the sorcerer is looking fine as ever--dressed in a dark button down shirt, with the first few buttons undone.

He’d dragged you to The Fall with him, wanting a companion for the night, and you’d agreed.

Now, it’s been hours since your arrival, and the entire time, Solomon has kept you close to his side--fingers curling around your waist when you accidentally begin to stray too far.

The contact has butterflies fluttering around inside your tummy, but you try your best to ignore the sensation--the way being so close to Solomon is making you feel.

Your feelings boil over, however, when Solomon makes a point of defending you from a pushy demon.

Following the encounter, he drags you to a more private area of the club to create some much needed space.

“Jeez, I know you’re a human, but that was pretty rude,” he mumbles, eyes straying to the dance floor as he adjusts his shirt cuffs. But your gaze is solely locked on him, a frenzy of different emotions running through you in response to him, and his actions.

In the end, though, you can only think of one thing to do. One thing you really want to do.

Solomon makes a quiet sound of shock when you suddenly press up--pushing your lips against his for a few long beats. And when you inch back for air, you find Solomon grinning at you, looking quite satisfied.

“Oh? Giving a kiss to your prince charming? I like this type of payment.”

You scoff and push against his chest, but he’s already grasping your waist--keeping you near.

“I want that kiss back.”

“No refunds,” he laughs, his forehead knocking against yours, and the look in his eyes makes your melt a little. Then, he’s the one initiating kisses, and you swear your heart is beating in time with the bass of the club music.

Simeon:

With a school dance right around the corner, the angel had kindly offered to help you learn how to...well...dance. Properly dance. Not club dancing, or anything of the like.

No, from what you had heard, the RAD school dances were much more formal than the dances you had experienced in school back in the human world, so you’d been searching for a dance teacher.

Simeon had been more than happy to offer his services.

“Look at you!” he says with a gentle laugh--your hand on his shoulder, and his fingers curled around your waist. There’s music playing from your DDD, abandoned on his dresser as the two of you waltz around his room.

“You’re really getting the hang of it!”

You smile as you glance at his bright face, heart fluttering against your ribs as you’re once again reminded of how pretty he is, and how close the two of you are at the moment.

Seriously, as much as you appreciate him for offering to teach you, you’re pretty sure you’ve already staved off half a dozen heart attacks during your lessons.

And today, as heart attack number seven looms, you reach your breaking point.

As the song comes to a close, you step forward--breaking your rhythm--and kiss him. You can feel his body still--his brain catching up with reality.

Just as you begin to pull away, Simeon is closing the gap--hugging you tightly as he reciprocates your affections.

“You won’t kiss the others like this when you’re dancing with them, will you?” he whispers with a smile, making you laugh. “Our first kiss should be special, I think.”

“Kisses while dancing will be reserved for you,” you reassure him, giggling more when he pulls back and pouts at you.

“All kisses should be reserved for me.”

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