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Switch of Daylight- Volturi

(Alice x Reader x Jasper)

[Twelve] [Thirteen] [One]

"He's going to make the Volturi change their minds." Alice tells us after a vision.

"It's almost noon now." Bella announces, checking her watch. Alice going as fast as she can in th Porsche.

"There's Volterra." Alice points up to a village. Now pushing the car even faster than before. Everyone in the village is wearing red. The car weaving through people. "Why are they all wearing red?" Bella questions.

"San Marcos Day festival. The perfect setting. Large crowds. The Volturi won't let him get far enough to reveal himself- he's counting on that." She explains to my sister who's freaking out.

"We only have five minutes."

Alice slams on the breaks, bringing us to a halt. The police wave her back and Bella jumps out. "Where's the square?" She asks. "Follow that lane-" My sister's already running. "He'll be under the clock tower!" Alice shouts after her.

As we watch Bella we then see a figure in a black coat, tracking her. He disappears and I go to open the door but Alice stops me. "[Name], they'll kill you." She says. "I really have nothing to live for anymore, Alice. I'll be killed either way. We both know it." I tell her, it was something no one wanted to bring up.

Why would they? I'm slowly turning into a hybrid, the most powerful being to exist. Something the Volturi can't let happen. Neither can the wolves. As much as I'm fighting it, I'm getting weaker.

"Don't say that, I can protect you." Her face morphs into a sad expression I don't think I've ever had to witness before. I take in a breath, checking where Bella's body was just at, my hand still touching the door handle. Then looking back at Alice.

"Does she make it?" I ask. "Yes." She whispers. "We need to get there before they get them." I say, she nods her head, I take my hand off the handle and sit back.

I notice her shoulders fall and she begins to drive the Porsche to park it somewhere. Once we get in a shaded area she puts her hood up, I take the stupid hat off and put on the hood of my long sleeve. I feel my body shudder, my knees almost giving out. Alice holds onto my body, helping me stay up.

"Let's go." I demand, she hums, her small body fitting underneath my arm. "I know a shortcut." She tells me, we go behind buildings and then finding alleys that lead to others so we don't have to bump into too many people. "[Name] you're getting weaker." She suddenly says, I didn't even notice how droopy I was becoming.

"I'm sorry." I straighten my poster. "You need to take some of my energy." She leans me against the wall and I let out a shakey breath, hitting my head against the brick. "No." I close my eyes.

"I'll take their energy when we get there." I try to walk, almost falling forward but she catches me once again. "Please, just enough to walk on your own." She pleads with me.

"Just enough," I repeat, focusing on what I was doing I take some of her energy and I'm able to let her go without stumbling. I glance at her and I see her eyes sunken in a little bit. "I took too much." My eyes widen.

"No- no you didn't, I can still run, let's go." She takes my hand and we begin to start running where we need to go.

We hear their voices and start getting closer, Alice lightly trips when we get toward them. We pull off our hoods.

"Come on, guys. It's a festival." We reach Edward and my sister, positioning ourselves in a protective stance in front of Bella. "We wouldn't want to make a scene." I continue.

"There won't be any scene. And we'll still win." I recognize him from when Jasper and Alice were telling me about them. His name is Felix.

"But not easily-" "Enough." Jane, a tiny woman with blonde hair cuts the conversation. We take a step back, knowing her ability. "Jane." Edward nods.

"Who is she?" I hear my sister ask Alice. "Just do as she says." Alice motions. Jane tosses Edward an overcoat, he easily slips it on. "Follow me." She orders, turning and heading up the alley.

I glare at them from behind, knowing I could easily take their energy and power but also knowing it wouldn't end good.

We follow them.

I feel the energy I once had falter, having to cover it up I bounce on my other knee a little bit. I know Edward noticed it though. He moves closer to me.

"Take mine." Is all he whispered. I glance at him, shaking my head. "Do it." He mumbles a little more sternly. He forcibly grabs my wrist and I close my eyes.

"Ok, ok." I smack him away, focusing on what I had to do again.

We get to more narrow alleys, the path ends at a wall of the brick similar to the other walls. Without breaking the pace of the walking we were doing Jane strides in forward, dropping down a hole in the street. A drain.

Alice follows, me going next. "It's alright, Alice and [Name] will catch you." I hear Edward tell Bella as we now wait at the bottom. We do exactly as said by him and then when he lands beside us he takes Bella, pulling her close to him.

Next we go into an elevator, the door clanging shut and the noise hurting my ears. I feel that warm feeling again and I tense up. I'm not even angry so I don't understand why it's happening.

The elevator opens to a nicely elegant space that has an old world look to it. We're greeted by a human receptionist. "Buon pomeriggio."

We head through the lobby, reaching double doors that open. The three ancients, Aro, Marcus and Caius sit in three seats there. Aro rises, greeting us and taking Edward's hand, shaking it.

"What a happy surprise! Bella is alive after all. Isn't that wonderful?" Aro grins, announcing it to everyone in the world. Caius has a sour expression laid upon his face. Marcus could care less.

Aro doesn't let go of Edward's hand. "Her blood appeals to you so much it makes me thirsty. How can you stand to be so close to her?" He questions Edward. "It's not without effort." He responds, making Aro laugh. "I can see that."

Bella looks at Edward confused so he explains, "One touch and Aro can see every thought I've ever had in my life."

"You're quite the telepath yourself, Edward. Though, you can't read Bella's thoughts. Fascinating." He releases Edward's hand and turns to Bella. "I would love to see if you are an exception to my gifts, as well."

He reaches for my sister's hand who is hesitant at first but she doesn't have a choice so he extends his hand. She finally takes it. Confusion sweeps over him.

"Interesting." He releases her hand and goes back to his chair. "I wonder if-" "No!" Edward shouts.

I look between everyone, observing everyone's emotions. Alice moves closer to me. She knows if he gets anything from us he's going to know what's going to happen to me. I've come to terms with it.

"Let's see if she's immune to all our powers, shall we Jane?" Aro ignores Edward. Jane turns to Bella but Edward springs in front of her. Jane focuses her gaze onto him which flings him across the room where he collapses. My eyes widen and I focus onto her. Taking her energy.

Alice goes to tell me to stop but it's too late. She's not able to use her ability anymore. "Jane, dear?" Aro asks her, smiling at me now. Jane's grin turned to anger.

"[Name], isn't it?" I back away from him. "Now, now." He laughs. I take deep breaths trying to calm down as I feel the warmth get hotter on my skin. I look over at Alice whose eyebrows are furrowed, not knowing what to do as Bella is helping Edward up.

Them just as worried about me. Bella and him don't know much but obviously now Edward does reading our minds.

"I've heard about you." He says, not reaching out for my hand just yet. "What about me?" I ask him, building a confidence. "You're with Alice, a prize sure enough... and Jasper, a good mix." His grin was starting to really freak me out now. "You're a recent turn, yes?"

"Nice observation." I glare at him, he giggles, nodding his head. "Don't get to hostile on me, you're warming up!" He looks back at the others. My chest begins to heave up and down rapidly. Alice was staring at me, never leaving. Edward was observing everyone.

And I hope he was listening to me because I was just praying for him to take care of my family now. "You know?" I tilt my head, trying to back up again.

"That you're in the midst of a transformation?" He smiles, "yes." He answers, I feel Alice's emotions fly off the handle, not knowing what to do. I look over at her. "It's okay." I whisper.

"You're going to kill me?" My eyes flicker from him to the ones behind him. "I could. You're in your most vulnerable stage of the transformation." He informs me, confusing me since I was told there's not much information about my kind.

"You're not the only hybrid to exist." He laughs. "Wolves are such-" He pauses. "Emotional beings."

"Are you going to kill me or not?" I fold my arms. "[Name] stop-" Bella pleads, tears were etched in her eyes, tempting to fall. "There's so many decisions to make today." He says to Caius and Marcus.

"It's remarkable! Bella confounds us all and her sister... turning into one of the most powerful beings to exist. What do we do with you two now?" He grins.

"You already know what you'll do, Aro." Marcus says, seemingly bored. "Bella knows too much; she's a liability. [Name] is a danger." Caius adds on. "That's true. Unless Edward intends to give her immortality." Aro talks about Bella first, looking at Edward.

"But that's not your intention, is it. Shame." Aro nods to Felix who moves toward Bella, I'm already held back by others. But before he can he take a few steps, Edward tackles him.

"Edward don't!" Bella screams, Alice leaps to help but more Volturi guards hold her back just like me. We both struggle to get out of their grip. And I know I can take their energy but there's only so much I can take.

Edward is fast, anticipating Felix's moves but Felix is stronger. Felix grabs Edward, throwing him in the ceiling smashing against the marble he drops down and immediately kicked. "Stop this! Please!" Bella begs to Aro who ignores her to lean forward and study Edward. I look at Jane who is itching to step him but Aro gestures her to step back.

Felix takes some hits but then lifts Edward overhead, cracking him and flinging him against a wall. Bella runs to Aro but the Volturi Guard flings her away. She hits hard against the wall.

Bella gets up and kneels in front of him. "Do it! Kill me! Just leave them alone! Leave my sister alone!" She yanks her collar back, exposing her neck to them. I feel my energy leave me and it's worse than before. The warmth beginning to burn even more.

The guards were the only thing holding me up at this point. "Enough!" Aro stops Felix, he immediately releases Edward who manages to look up. "Get away from her!" Edward moves toward but gets pinned by Janes powers causing him to writhe in agony.

"Edward, stop! I've already seen it." Alice says. "Alice stay out of it." Edward says through gritted teeth.

"Alice." I attempt to say but it's getting hard to even speak. "I know what to do." She says, Aro's intrigued, he gestures Jane to stop. She does as told. "Ah yes, the clairvoyant. I saw your gift in Edward's thoughts. What is it you've seen?" Aro questions her.

"Don't" Edward warns her.

"I'm the one who will change Bella. I'll also keep [Name] away from anyone who she could hurt. She's not a danger. I can see it." She tells him, he's surprised along with Bella.

"Please, be my guest." He gestures to her. "Not here. Their father is in law enforcement. If either one goes missing there will be questions." She tells him. "He is easily dealt with." Caius rolls his eyes.

"It will happen, Aro. See for yourself." Alice stands tall. I see Edward glance back at me, the guards are still holding me back as they think I'm a threat. A threat who can barely even stand. I see him smirk at my thoughts. I wink at him.

She thrusts her hand out to Aro who nods to the guards holding he rot release her. She gives him her hand and he closes his hand. I don't know what he saw but when he let go you could see he's in disbelief but also utterly delighted. He lets go of her.

"Mesmerizing! To see the things you've seen, that haven't even happened yet!" Aro gasps. Alice moves to Edward's side, helping him up then apologizing to him.

The guards let me go and I stumble to the floor. Not able to lift myself up anymore.

"Your gifts will make for an intriguing immortal. Go make your preparations." Aro tells my sister who then hurries to Edward's side, too.

I tiredly huff, trying to lift myself up. It's getting hotter. I feel sweat actually begin to start on my forehead.

"You're letting them leave?" Caius questions. I then feel multiple people lift me up, the coolness of their hands feel good contrasted with the heat erupting my body. "Dear Caius, the girl's disappearance will be conspicuous at best. And surely you see her potential." Aro argues with one of his partners.

"Let us be done with this. Heidi will arrive any moment." Marcus disinterested in what just confided.

Edward is fully recovered now, taking Bella's hand while also helping Alice with getting me out of here. Demetri leads us out of the hall.

As we make our way up the corridor, we see a group of two dozen tourists, led by a beautiful vampire. We all stop to let them pass. I watch Demetri give her a flirtatious smile. "Nice fishing, Heidi, save some for me." She smiles then gives Bella and I a curious look then continues away to the room. "This way, please. Stay together..."

As the group gets into the room we hear their horrid screams, Edward and Alice rush us out of the area.

"[Name], you can't fight this much longer." Carlisle tells me as I lay on their couch. "I don't-" I huff out in pain. "I don't have a choice." I argue with him.

I've been here for a few days after we were in Italy to save Edward. My dad thinks I'm at the hospital right now with a sickness. I get brought back to the house at night after he visits me. I thankfully got to pass out for two days. Meaning I missed a valuable conversation about Bella getting turned into a vampire. But Edward told me they figured it out to push it back a little further.

Now being in the house as the transformation only gets worse the more I fight it. "It's only going to get worse." He sits on the coffee table in front of me. It's like he's reading my thoughts. Didn't think I was in front of Edward.

I'm wearing a tank top and shorts with an ice pack on my forehead to attempt to cool the heat I feel. "It's either this or kill me already." I snap at him, gritting through my teeth with the pain.

Another episode of the heat getting to me. I start crying as it burns. "[Name] just let go." Jasper shows into my view, wiping my face. "No, no, I can't!" I cry out, holding myself in pain.

"You're hurting yourself." He replaces Carlisle from where he was sitting and grips onto my hand as I squeeze it. "It's okay." I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Why are you doing this?" He questions me. "I'll be a danger." I cry, the pain subsiding now.

"You won't Alice saw it, darling." He brings my hand closer to him, I watch him tiredly. "I haven't forgiven you guys yet... A part of me... I'm still hurt." I tell him. "What if my anger is worse and it's directed towards you guys? Either I die or you die." My breathing is starting to get frantic at the thought of them being killed by my own hands.

"We're a lot stronger than you think, [Name]." Emmett comes in with a smirk, Rosalie rolling her eyes at his words. "It's not going to happen." She lightly hits him.

"I'm not doing it." I say. "I'm going to continue to fight it." I attempt to sit up but my chest feels heavy and I fall backwards. Alice comes over with a bag of blood.

"Drink." She hands it to me. "It's human." I shake my head.

"Billy said it's one of the only things that will give you some sort of relief." She shakes it again, putting it closer to my face.

"No one was killed for it, it's Bella's she donated." Carlisle tells me and I look at the bag. "It feels wrong." I look away from it, fighting the urge to drink it.

"Stop being stubborn, please [Name]." Alice pleads with me, I stay quiet, looking at both Jasper and Alice's expressions. In an annoyed manner I grab the bag.

Opening it to drink it. Once I start I feel different. I furrow my eyebrows but continue. I feel myself actually being able to sit up. I drink the rest of it and throw the bag on the table beside Jasper. "How do you feel?" Carlisle asks.

"Amazing." I grin.

"We have a few more bags, we were told wolf blood could help too. Your friends from the Rez decided to help." Carlisle tells me, opening the fridge to show a few bags.

"It stinks but as long as you're okay." Rosalie half-heartedly jokes. I know she's serious but it brings some humor.

"They willingly went to the hospital with you there?" I ask, actually curious. "They knew it was to help you. That's all that mattered." Carlisle says, closing the fridge.

I see Alice and Jasper look at each other then at everyone else. I think they got the memo. "We're going to go hunt, we'll see you guys in a bit." Esme tells us three, gently pushing Emmett and Rosalie to start walking.

Once they're out of the house I look at the two in front of me. I sit up straight and move myself so I can look at them.

"We need to have a conversation about everything, [Name]." Alice takes one of my hands as Jasper has the other. "I know." I nod.

"You need to finish this transformation." Jasper starts, I know I'd be cut off if I even tried to disagree so I stay quiet.

"We understand your fears, but your pain is too much, soon your final transformation will be longer than it should be." Alice finishes. "How do you know that?" I fold my arms. I was told that we barely knew anything about this. How do they all of a sudden know so much.

"The Volturi dealt with it. Carlisle was there. There was a member just like you. They tried to fight it due to Aro's request. The transformation lasted days. Almost two weeks." Alice tells me with anguish lingering in her face. Her eyes flicking from my hand she held to my face.

"[Name] please get your anger with us out now. Let's talk so you feel better." Jasper says to me and I close my eyes.

"Why'd you ignore my calls?" I asked.

"It was petty. I saw you with Sam. For some reason I could see everything you did with him even though he was a wolf." Alice admits to me.

"I thought you were falling for him. It hurt to watch. Every move you made changed the out come of what was happening with Sam. If you thought of us, it was against Sam. If you were to infatuated with the moment that you were in I watched you fall in love with him." She explains everything to me, I melted a little in the couch from the thought of her watching that. Knowing she was in love with me and watching me with someone else.

"I would never get with Sam." I mutter.

"But you thought about it a few times. Rightfully as we left you the way we did. It just still hurt. I'm sorry we weren't there for you when you needed us." Alice sincerely says.

"I'm sorry we told you to leave your family too. It was a selfish request." Jasper adds in. "We want you to be okay, [Name]." He kisses my hand softly.

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[ Previous ┃ Next ] [ All In One ] part 14, MDNI

Simon talks, talks, and talks. His voice reverberates through the room. It's firm, resolute, and leaves no room for negotiation or dispute. Refusing to abandon the search, he tells you that returning home without your brother is no longer a viable option. He presents you with a choice: you can stay in the shop, wait a day or two until Simon returns, or you can go with him. Regardless of your decision, Simon will be leaving. He will go looking for your brother, with or without you, by his side.

"Simon, please," you implore, your voice heavy with exhaustion and frustration. You draw in a shuddering breath, the air around you heavy with tension, and release it slowly as if you're deflating a balloon of your pent-up fear. You walk closer, only coming to a halt when you're standing right in front of him. "We can't keep going anymore. I want us to go home. I want us… you to be safe." Your eyes lock with his. Your shoulder is still throbbing, but you keep your back straight. You don't dare to glance at your wound, not wanting to reveal you have been bitten, not wanting to add more burden to his already heavy shoulders. Not yet.

His lips part, as if he's about to speak, yet he bites his tongue. After a few moments of silent contemplation, he finally forces his chaotic thoughts into coherent words.

"My life, and my efforts to preserve it—they no longer matter," he says and rubs his face before turning and walking away. As he moves, he nudges you lightly with his shoulder. It's an unspoken request for you to move aside and give him some space.

"What do you mean, it no longer matters? Of course, it does." Your trembling hand reaches out to grab his arm, hoping to stop him, to make him turn around and look at you. Yet, halfway through the motion, you hesitate, your fingers hovering in the air before you withdraw your palm and take a step back.

Since your narrow escape from the ravenous horde of the dead, you've done nothing but engage in relentless arguments. Your voice, once soft, now echoes with the harsh clang of surrender, a desperate plea to abandon this doomed crusade. Yet, no matter how hard you attempt to rationalise with him or how passionately you articulate your unwillingness to have him risk his life for your sake, his resolve remains unwavering. He stares at you, eyes clouded with confusion, unable to decipher the sudden shift in your behaviour—your abrupt, jarring decision to forsake the search for your brother. You are aware of what needs to be done to put an end to this futile back-and-forth. Still, it's a challenging task to muster the courage to express your thoughts, to reveal the secret you've been hiding from him.

"Just a short while ago, you were determined, insistent on finding your brother. It's impossible that in the span of a mere ten minutes, you've so drastically changed your mind, deciding that this is no longer what you truly want." He pauses, turning around to face you, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. "I'm running out of time, and I have to help you before it's too late."

You are perplexed, unable to comprehend what he is trying to tell you. As though in slow motion, he extends his arm towards you. You notice the torn sleeve of his jacket. Suddenly, a heavy weight descends onto your shoulders, like a slab of ice, sending shudders down your back. You attempt to speak, to ask what's happening, but the words remain trapped in your throat, choking you. Simon unrolls his sleeve, revealing the dried blood that stains his skin. As he peels away the fabric further, the shocking sight of an awful wound comes into view. It's a bite mark, cruel and jagged, as if teeth have been brutally drilled into his flesh.

"When I tried to reach you—I was so focused on making sure that you don't get hurt—I failed to be aware of my surroundings. Some biter got me, I felt its teeth sinking into my arm," he explains. His voice is filled with a strange calmness that somehow makes the situation even more unbearable.

The only thought shrouding your mind, like a relentless fog, is your culpability. It was you who had recklessly dashed back to retrieve the fallen pistol. It was you who had needed to be saved while the ravenous biters circled around you, like a lone deer surrounded by wolves. Simon got bit because he placed your life before his own without a second thought. And in the end, none of it matters. By the time he had reached you and pulled you away from the dead, you were already a lost cause.

With a muted wince, you raise your arm. Pain shoots through your body like a bolt of lightning. Your trembling fingers hover over the vicious bite on your shoulder. As you trace the outline of the teeth marks, a grim reminder of your impending fate, the sticky, warm blood that's still seeping from the wound causes you to grimace. It trickles down your back, staining your shirt and jacket in a dark, crimson hue. The sensation of the liquid, reminiscent of a relentless river seeping into the fabric, makes your muscles tremble.

He doesn't pull away immediately. Instead, his muscular arms encircle your frame, pulling you closer to him, drawing you into his warm embrace. He whispers softly into your ear, "After all that's happened between us… I lo… Actually, that's irrelevant—The point is I don't want you to be left alone."

Like a snowflake surrendering to the gentle heat of a palm, you allow yourself to melt into Simon's embrace. You close your eyes, sealing away the harsh reality. Burying your face into his chest, you nuzzle your nose into his shirt. The fabric smells like him, and a mix of sweat, dirt, and fresh blood.

The relentless march of time hurls forward at an alarming pace. It feels as though you just met Simon yesterday, yet many months have passed since that day. The moment you got to know him, to really know him, it was as if a gust of fresh air filled your lungs, a sensation so invigorating it felt as though you had been unknowingly yearning for it your entire life. You never expected to fall in love with someone in this bizarre new world. Yet, you did. But now, no matter how much you want to plan your future with Simon, to reassure yourself that those nasty bites will heal, a part of you knows better than to get lost in the labyrinth of fantasies that bear no chance of becoming reality.

Simon's hand gently moves across the delicate curve of your lower back. His fingertips trail upwards, tracing the bumpy ridges of your spine. It's a soothing touch, so subtle you barely notice. Unhurried, his hand continues its journey upwards, coming to rest on the round of your shoulder. As if scalded by the hot water, he jerks his palm back. His heart plummets to his knees. The sudden terror takes hold of him. An icy chill creeps over his face, turning his complexion a ghostly, ashen colour as he moves his palm towards himself. His worst fears are confirmed at that moment. His fingers, now trembling, wrap around your arms, and he forces you to turn around. The shock renders him speechless. His voice gets trapped in his throat. When you glance over your shoulder, your eyes meet with his, and in them, you see a reflection of your own fear, like a mirror image in a still lake. His gaze is brimming with anxiety. After a moment, his focus shifts back to the bite on your shoulder. The sight of it sends another shiver through him, the reality of the situation sinking in.

In the dense, suffocating silence that has enveloped you both, no words dare to escape your lips. The gravity of the situation has rendered speech unnecessary, and there are simply no appropriate words that could possibly capture the tempest of emotions storming within you. You both realise you are going to die, and there is no way to avoid it.

Simon, in particular, is immersed in a dense fog of guilt and self-blame. It feels like a heavy stone is lodged in the pit of his stomach. After all, he was the one who had insisted that you swear to keep his pistol safe. His instructions were clear to you. So, when the gun slipped out of your grasp, you didn't hesitate, didn't pause to weigh the risks. Instead, you raced back to retrieve it… You are equally filled with remorse, chastising yourself for your own stupidity. How could you have been so foolish to return for a mere gun, only to find yourself swamped by a starved horde of the dead? The decision was impulsive and foolhardy, and you've forced Simon into a situation where he had to gamble his life to save yours.

"I just want to go home," you whisper, the words barely escaping your lips before they're swallowed up by the heavy silence hanging in the air. As the echo of your voice fades, you take a hesitant step back, feeling the distance grow between the two of you. His hands slide down from your shoulders, grazing your body like a feather caught in a breeze before they fall back to his sides.

Simon gives a slow, understanding nod. He knows that the idea of going on a wild goose chase for your brother is futile at this point. Time is not a luxury you possess. Even if you were to somehow pinpoint his exact location, the task of infiltrating the heavily fortified base is a monumental challenge in itself. The thought of successfully navigating through it seems like a far-fetched fantasy. And if, by some miracle, you find your brother, there's absolutely no guarantee the three of you can sneak out unnoticed. The base is teeming with men who are eager to catch Simon. It would be akin to willingly stepping into a viper's nest, where the odds are overwhelmingly stacked against you.

Despite the searing pain of abandoning the search for your brother, a part of you is forced to acknowledge the bitter reality. You yearn to spend your remaining time with Simon. You want to cherish each moment, each breath with him before it's too late. The decision to forsake your brother is cruel, yet it's a sacrifice you feel compelled to make.

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Green Knitted Sweater

Loki x Reader

Summary: You’re angry because of Tony’s stupidity and Loki has a way to calm you down.

Warnings: fluff, some violence, Loki the Protecto, early stages of relationship (is that even a warning)

Some fluffy Loki to ease the drama from Behind Closed Doors. Comments and thoughts are very much welcome. Reblogs and likes are appreciated! Although this is only a drabble, I still hope you enjoy, Babies! 💚 Also credits to the owner of the photo uwu

It’s almost noon when Loki walks out of his room, his hands running down the Midgardian outfit he’s conjured for himself; a green knitted sweater, keeping his Asgardian colors to heart, dark jeans, and a pair of leather shoes. He still finds the outfit too plain, void of the regality he’s used to back home but after you told him last week that he would look good in a sweater, the god of mischief made such a decision to put on the outfit, not to fit into the earthly customs but to hopefully impress you of his new appearance.

Your relationship with Loki wasn’t all chocolates and flowers at the beginning. Loki struggled to adjust to his new role or rather punishment from the chaos he’s ensued in New York last year that he be part of his brother’s Midgardian crusaders.

With you being the Avengers appointed secretary, or how you like to point out, babysitter, it became your job to help the god adapt, not only to earth’s culture and way of living but to also see the beauty in helping mankind, even when you openly expressed that sometimes people needed to be hit once or twice. It was a tedious task to shoulder for it wasn’t only Loki you were aiding, but Vision as well, though you had Wanda’s help for that.

But slowly and surely, Loki has been doing well, and eventually, you both found a lot in common, especially with your fondness for reading that he would sometimes invite you to read in the library or in the common room, eventually ending up with him inviting you to his room with the book dropping to the ground and soon after, both your clothes.

He walks through the halls, nervousness, and excitement washing over him as he makes his way to your office, hoping to catch you by surprise, the image of you stunned in your seat and speechless when you see him in such clothing filling his mind and making him smile. But he halts mid-step and leans against the wall when the ground suddenly shakes, a roar echoing throughout the compound then a loud alarm following soon after, putting him on high alert and quickly changing back to his Asgardian leathers, cape flowing down his back and his daggers sliding down his grasps.

“Loki?” He snaps his head to the side when he sees his brother also clad in his armor, Mjolnir tight in his hold. “What happened?” Thor asks.

“I don’t know,” Loki responds and runs after Thor down the halls of the compound when a roar sounds once more, a series of shouting coming after.

They end up in the lab and duck just in time when a computer gets thrown at them, Loki looking up with wide eyes when he sees the Hulk stomping down on the floor, eyes trained at Tony who only has his arm covered by the Iron Man suit.

“What the fuck did you do, Tony?!” Loki’s heart surges in panic when he hears your voice, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of your presence and his body going rigid when he sees you crouched under a table, your eyes locked on the engineer with anger.

“I didn’t do anything!” Tony shouts back then fires his blaster at the incoming chair the Hulk throws in his direction.

Several footsteps then echo behind him and Loki immediately holds his arm out to prevent the other Avengers from intervening, knowing full well from your teaching that when the Hulk comes out, the only one who can calm him down is Natasha.

A gasp then leaves Wanda’s lips, making him look back at the Hulk only for him to feel fear run up his spine, his hands gripping on the hilt of his daggers tightly when he sees you walking slowly towards Banner, your arm stretched out while softly calling to him.

Loki tries to call your attention but they fall on deaf ears when you continue to inch closer to the Hulk, feeling himself get agitated with the stupidity you’re trying to attempt.

“Where’s Romanoff?!” Loki hisses.

“We’ll look for her.” Vision volunteers, Wanda taking hold of the synthezoid’s hand before both of them phase up the ceiling.

“Hey there, Big guy.” Loki hears you say, watching you stand still as the Hulk walks closer to you. “The sun’s getting real low.” The room goes silent, but Loki can feel the tension that looms over all of them that he can even hear Steve’s feet getting restless and Thor’s anxious breathing.

The lullaby seems to be working as the Hulk stretches out his arm to you, his head tilting to the side as if examining you. But the Hulk stops, a grunt escaping from his nose then a roar, your screams filling the destruction when he makes a fist and swings it in your direction.

Loki swiftly jumps in and wraps his arms around you, pushing you away before the Hulk’s fist meets its mark. He grunts when his back hits the wall but recovers instantly, his eyes wide and full of worry when he hears you whimper, holding you back and seeing your eyes closed, the tears streaming down your face as you clutch on him tightly.

Another growl emerges and Loki looks up, seeing the Hulk’s eyes trained at the both of you, the veins on his neck straining from the anger that continues to encase him.

“Brother!” Loki shouts and Thor growls as he launches himself at their teammate, Steve following soon after, the Hulk’s attention moving towards the men, giving Loki a chance to conjure you away from the chaos.

You keep your hands clutching the chest of whoever saved you, the fear of almost getting killed by the Hulk filling your being, making you shiver and cry uncontrollably.

What you did was stupid. You knew only Natasha could successfully pull off the lullaby but you hoped that Bruce would see you through the Hulk’s eyes and allow you to calm him down yourself. But goodness were you wrong, very wrong.

You feel strong arms wrap around you, a hand running up your back, the action helping you calm down.

“Shhh, Darling, it’s okay. You’re safe now.” You blink your eyes open and see Loki’s face in front of you, his emerald eyes full of concern, and the way his forehead creases makes his worry known. Relief and fear and worry mix all within you that makes you cry harder, your arms circling around his neck as you pull yourself tighter in his embrace.

“You’re okay now. You’re with me.” He assures you, his voice low and his lips against your hair as he continues to rub soothing circles on your back. “I’m here. You’re with me. You’re safe.”

“I’m sorry, Loki,” You hiccup the words against his neck, your fingers gripping tighter on him. “Thank you for saving me.”

You hear footsteps echo through the room and you know that the rest of the Avengers are present, seeing you in such a vulnerable state. Another hand then rests on your shoulder and you slowly look up to see Thor looking down at you with the same expression as his brother.

“Are you okay, Lady?” He asks.

But it’s Loki who answers for you. “She’s fine. Just really shaken up.”

The fear within you suddenly subsides, anger and rage taking its place when you hear Tony call your name, his steps hurried as he makes his way to the common room. Your fists clench and you immediately pull away from Loki’s hold, running towards the engineer and shoving him hard when you get closer to him, making the man stagger and step back from you.

“What the fuck did you do, Tony?! Why did the Hulk come out?!” You shout and you feel the men behind you get a little closer, making you hold your hand out to stop them.

“I didn’t do anything!” Tony argues, raising his hands up in defense. “I was just showing Bruce some of the Halloween decorations I found in your office and I may have…accidentally scared him.” He admits and you fume with rage, taking a step closer to him that makes him move back again. “I didn’t know he was afraid of ghost face.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that Bruce needs a calm space?!” You shout. “What kind of idiot would scare someone who physically changes into a superhuman being when they feel a sudden jolt of emotions?!” The anger rolls through your tongue and to your veins, your hands clenching into fists as Tony continues to explain.

“I didn’t know okay? It was harmless f—”

“Harmless?!” You throw your hands up in disbelief at his words. “There’s probably millions worth of damage in that room right now! What the fuck am I going to tell Fury?!” The growl that leaves you is feral and how you wish you could turn into a rabid animal and tear the man before you into shreds.

“She almost got hurt, Stark.” Steve interjects.

“Hurt? She almost got killed!” Loki snarls at Tony, making you look back at the god who’s now only a couple of feet away from you.

“But she’s not hurt or dead.” Tony snorts and gestures to you. “She’s fi—”

You don’t hold back, anger completely taking over you and you throw your fist at him, hitting him square in the jaw, making Tony groan in pain when he staggers back and hits his back against a wall. You sense the tension in the room but you don’t care. You’re angry and it’s because of the man who claims himself to be a genius yet continues to do stupid things.

You don’t wait for Tony to recover and hit him again, this time to his stomach and he groans, clutching on his abdomen from your assault. The fire in you is burning brightly and you’re seeing red, that all that’s in your mind right now is to hurt the man in front of you. You angle your fist for another blow but you miss your mark when you’re suddenly lifted from the ground, your eyes widening in shock when Loki hauls you over his shoulder and carries you out of the common room, seeing the look of surprise on the Avengers' faces and a smirk on Thor’s.

“Put me down, Loki!” You shout and hit his back, your legs flailing in the air as you try to escape his hold but he wraps his other arm around both, restraining your movements as he walks to the hall holding the private quarters. “I mean it, Loki! Put me down!” You growl and then wince when he pinches your calf hard.

He enters his room and carefully puts you down on his bed but you waste no time getting up and make your way to the door. But Loki is fast, his body blocking the only exit, grunts, and groans leaving your lips when he won’t budge as you try to push him away. Curse his otherworldly abilities.

“Let me go, Loki! I’m not done with Tony!”

“Darling, please. Calm down.” He coaxes you, placing both hands on your shoulders. “I know you're angry but hurting him will not solve anything.” He reasons.

“But Tony! Arrgh!” You scream internally, clenching your fists tight before sighing in defeat and dropping your head against his chest. “He’s done so much shit already and I’ll be getting the brunt of it from SHIELD.” You whine. “And all he’ll get is a slap on the wrist.”

“You can simply tell Fury that he put your life at risk,” Loki suggests, his hands framing your hips as he slowly pulls you against him, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin atop your head. “I know the other would back you up on that.”

“I suppose.” You sigh, closing your eyes, and moving to rest your cheek against his chest. “But I’m still angry.”

Loki begins rubbing circles against your back again, his hand soothing you along with the soft material that presses against your cheek, which you suddenly find unusual, making you open your eyes and move your head back, seeing Loki’s armor gone, replaced by a green knitted sweater.

You blink and reach up to press your hand against his chest, a smile slowly forming on your lips as the soft fabric tickles your skin.

“Are you calm now?” Loki asks and you look up to see a smile on his face.

You nod your response.

“I was supposed to show you this outfit before all the commotion.” He explains, his hand reaching up to cup your face, his thumb rubbing gently against the apple of your cheek. “Do you like it, Darling?” He asks.

You nod once more. “I knew you’d look good in a sweater.” You say softly before a smirk plays on your lips. “But as much as it looks good on you, I really want to peel it off of you.”

Loki laughs and you smile widely at such beautiful sound, your smile going soft when he leans down and presses his forehead against yours, his nose lightly grazing on your own.

“By all means, My Love. Do as you wish.” He says softly and you move to stand on the tips of your toes, meeting him halfway for a kiss.

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iamjustaholeforyousir · 11 months

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Absolutely no rush but, can we get a sneak peek of the next part? ❤️

“Are you alright? Is there something in the food? Are you okay? Do you need the medic?” he asked frantically, and you just shook your head, coughing. “GUARDS! GUARDS! CALL THE MEDIC!” he screamed, but you put your hand on his shoulder, shaking your head, looking up at the ceiling, and then it slowly came to a halt. “Are you alright? Can you talk? Can you breathe?” he bombarded you with questions, you turned to face him, and you took his face in your hands, “I am alright, I just choked on my juice.” you say, laughing a bit. But he did not laugh. He simply stared at your face with so much concern, and as long as you stared at his face, you could see his eyes brimming with tears, your own expression changed to that of worry, “Prince-”

“Excuse me please.” he whispers and quickly gets up and leaves.

You quickly stand up, bow to the queen and the king and run after him. He was walking fast, and you tried your best to walk at his pace, following him to your shared chambers, “what happened?” you ask him, as he sits on the bed, facing away from you. “Prince Harry, look at me,” you say, as you gently try to turn his face your way by putting your hand under his chin, “look at me, what happened?” After numerous attempts of getting him to face you, you cup his face and turn it your way, with more force.

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driftingmoonmenace · 2 years

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A little scene from the Sun, Moon, & Y/N fic I'm writing. Just gonna drop this here before I get nervous and change my mind. 🏃💨

I'm still figuring stuff out so there's not much context. 💦

Though the lighting was dim from the emergency lights, you could just barely make out a large, thick metal door rapidly descend from the ceiling at the other end of the hallway.

At the pace you both were running there wouldn’t be enough time to get to it before it closed, effectively sealing you both in, and neither of you were in a position to turn back around.

Moon’s eyes narrowed and his grip on your hand became tighter causing you to wince slightly. He was starting to pick up speed and you felt yourself stumbling trying to keep up.

“Brace yourself.”

Your head whipped up to look at him, eyes wide. Panicked.

You didn't have time to even register what he was doing, let alone ask what he’d meant. You felt your feet leave the ground as you were scooped up before being slingshot forward on your back across the tiled floor.

You quickly passed under the rapidly closing door in no time at all with the amount of force he’d used. Maybe a little too much force if you were being honest, because your shoe caught on the tile with a loud squeak and you tumbled a few times before skidding to a halt on your stomach several feet away.

Moon slid under the door seconds after you, just barely in time before it firmly closed.

You groaned as you slowly brought your arm up to start pushing yourself up off the floor. Your body certainly didn’t appreciate being tossed and you knew you’d be sore all over for at least a day or two. You were pretty sure you'd even get a couple of bruises to boot. Not to mention your foot and ankle were feeling pretty painful from your shoe catching the tile and you were a little afraid to try to walk on it.

“Could you, I don’t know, give me a little bit more of a descriptive warning ahead of time before you go pulling those kinds of stunts?” You ground out as you barely managed to get yourself up on your hands and knees.

Moon stood up to his full height effortlessly. His head rotated partially to the left then to right before settling back to it's normal position almost like he was debating on what to say.

“Not enough time.”

You stopped and gave him an incredulous look.

“Not enough ti-...?! Ok, look, warning me by saying “brace yourself” doesn’t exactly help me very much, asshole!”

“Language.”

Despite the unamused retort, you could swear you saw a hint of concern in his expression.

Good. He should feel bad for yeeting you like a bowling ball down the hallway. You certainly didn't appreciate it, but at the same time it wasn't like he would intentionally try to hurt you now, right?

You, Sun, and Moon were making a lot of progress these past few months! It wasn't easy at first because of their past experience with other technicians but you were proud of the trust you'd built between them. Moon was still a handful but at least he wasn't trying to kill you like he had before in the beginning.

“Don’t avoid my question, dude! That fucking hur- Wha?! HEY!!”

Moon had walked over to where you were positioned on the floor then bent down and plucked you off the ground with ease like a tiny feral, very pissed off, kitten.

“Could you stop manhandling me for once? Please?”

At this point you were so done being jostled around like a rag doll, you almost wished you could kick his ass.

“No.”

He shifted you in his arms, now carrying you bridal style, and started to make long strides down the hall.

“Need to keep moving.”

Your anger quickly dissipated. Oh yeah, that’s right. You both were escaping and time was running out. Anxiety rising once again at the thought of you both getting caught. Unease written all over your face.

Moon glanced down at you briefly before turning his attention back to navigating the many twists and turns of the hallways that seemed like a never ending labyrinth.

“We’ll make it.”

His voice was so soft and it took you off guard.

Would you though?

#fnaf security breach #fnaf moon #fnaf the daycare attendant #reader insert #if you read it just know that i'm like eternally grateful #I haven't written in like a decade so excuse my poor writing skills lol #chasing lights AU #chasing lights crumb

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doll-r-t · 2 years

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The Lost Pearl Part 12

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

TW: some more angst

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You slowly sank onto your bed. You felt the blood rush through your body, uncomfortably aware of your heartbeat. Your mind was racing but you could not form a proper thought. But an unsettling heaviness made its place in your chest. Was what you did wrong? As Commander of the Pearl, you did not have to answer to anyone. What you said was law, no one to challenge you in such a manner. You wanted to bury your head in your hands to shut out the world but then a knock on your door prevented that. You had no interest in answering it. You wanted to be alone. But they knocked two more times, the last time it was so loud that you feared it would break the door. You called out “enter."

Your brother came in the schooled expression of neutrality on his face but you saw in his eyes that he was angry. You had no patience left anymore. No one got to talk to you in that kind of manner as before. “What do you want Ethos.” He raised his eyebrows at your tone. “And cut the crap.” The shock was on his face from your manner of talking but he nodded. “As you wish sister.” He walked to you, making sure the door was closed. Once he was in front of you the lecture started. “What the hell were you thinking?” You quirked your eyebrow at him, an ‘I have no idea what you are talking about’ expression on your face. “Don’t! Don’t even start,” Ethos hissed. You stood up jerking your chin in defiance. “All I did was send a letter. It is truly poor form if just one letter from a woman makes a High Prince forget the decorum of extending aid in the form of a letter first.” Ethos had always been the calm gentle one but the war had not only changed you apparently it also changed him. “How dare you speak like this about our father and most importantly about our leader.” You snorted. He grabbed your arm turning you toward him again. “This is serious, stop playing around. I thought you knew better but you are just a child. Father claimed you were changed and you needed back some of your youthfulness but he was wrong your still just that reckless girl giggling about boys and running around manipulating to get what you want. Stop pretending to be a politician obviously you are not very good at it.” Your heart began to race to pump anger through your body. “Says the dumb foot soldier running around pretending to be high and mighty yet you were not capable of protecting our people. You needed the Woodland men to come to your rescue. So who is the fake now?” Ethos let go of your arm as if it had burned you. “You have no idea what you are talking about,” he rasped out, his eyes big and wild. “Neither do you.” You hissed. You were resigned, sitting down on your bed again, staring past him. Ethos looked at you for a second shaking his head and made his way to the door. He opened it before halting, he looked at you with such betrayal in his eyes. “You are right you are just a woman. So know your place.” His words felt like a dagger in your heart and the slam of the door made you crumble on the bed. Your face was controlled in a grimace but no tears came. You did not come out for a while.

Rosamund did not like Y/N/N’s brother he seemed like a meany. At first, she was excited to see some of your people but they all had this straight face and what Sy called a stick up their ass. Rosamund was under the tree outside playing with a string tying different knots. The ones you showed her. She thought about what she had heard not being able to figure it out. Rosamund saw your brother coming out of your room. “You are right you are a woman so know your place.” She could not understand what that meant. Your place? Were you in the wrong room? and what had that to do with being a woman? Rosamund had wanted to ask you to go down to the town and look at the Wagons with the stuff on it. You had told her about the difference in food between your people and she wanted to see the calms no clams is what you called them. hmm, but you said you had to eat them fresh maybe they were not on there but she hoped so. But then she heard Sy become so angry, and Cella ushered her to her room. Cella acted weird too. Rosamund did not understand why would anyone be mad about food or people visiting? She did not like strangers but Sy and Cella had no problems with them. She sat under the trees for hours trying to figure it out. She wanted to ask Sy what it meant but he was not here. He had yelled commands before riding off on his horse.

It was late when Syverson returned he had to clear his head. It was all too much. Once he was a bit calmer he returned to Warhorse. He sent for your brother and also for you. He was so angry earlier that he could only remember fractions of your conversation. He sat behind his desk when the door opened. Your brother came in, he held the door for you. You had put on a gown that was in your people's style opposite to the northern style you had worn this morning. Your jaw was set but your eyes were cold, distant your face completely neutral. Ethos closed the door behind you and pulled out the chair for you to sit down. The tension in the room was thick but Syverson admired the siblings for their composure. Both acted as if this was a pleasant visit keeping their emotions guarded. It struck him for the first time that you two were truly siblings not in the way he and Cella were. No, he would not have guessed you to be as you both had such distance and an air of unfamiliarity between you. But you clearly had the same uprising from the way you moved with grace and a straight spine. It gave him pause for a second but he had to focus on the issue at hand. He averted his gaze from you. He had not seen you so cold since you first arrived. Even the silence in the room was not enough to make you two squirm. “We cannot accept the food. You are more than welcome here Ethos but I fear I have to reject whatever you brought with you.” Ethos nodded. “I understand Syverson. I hope this-” He glanced at you for a second. “impertinent behavior of our people will not sour our relationship.” Syverson leaned forward on his desk. “No, of course not brother. This is also the reason why I am rejecting the aid. My people are hard workers we take care of ourselves. They would never accept this offer.” You had bitten your tongue the entire time, trying not to say something. But for heaven's sake how can men be so stupid?

“Captain Syverson, may I ask?” Ethos shot you a look telling you to be quiet but you sat straight on your chair leaning forward a bit, off the back of the chair. Syverson’s eyes immediately went to you when you spoke. Before he could answer your question you moved on. He could only give a nod. “Is it your people or you that cannot accept the resources because of pride?” “Y/N” Ethos gasped at your rudeness. Syverson tried not to let you anger him, and he had to admit your bluntness was an intriguing contrast to your brother’s beating around the bush attitude. You stood up, making your way to the table with the wine. You poured two mugs. Ethos and Syverson will need it. “My pride has no factor in this,” Syverson grounded out. You handed Ethos the mug, sending him a look. You will need it, you thought. Then set the other on the table for Sy before taking a seat again. “So it is your non-pride that keeps you from feeding your people?” “Y/N” Ethos hissed once more. “That’s enough.” Syverson stood glaring at you. But you kept your composure, what could they do to you? The worst would be sent back to the Pearl and what did that matter to you? You had no power here and no power in the Pearl you had already lost the game. “You are right Syverson. This is enough.” Ethos stood turning to you, urging you to stand up. You remained seated. “I apologize for my sister. She has clearly forgotten her place.” You let out an unamused chuckle. “Oh, I am well aware of my place. But it seems you have forgotten yours, Captain Syverson.” He walked around the table standing right in front of you. “Cut it out. Tell me directly what you want and then get out of my sight. I do not want you wandering around. I do not want you to do anything but teach Cella what you have to and then you will leave Warhorse. Do you understand?” He leaned closer, you moved forward. “Why of course, Captain whatever you wish.”

You got up and walked around the table to the list you know Syverson had gotten with all the things your people had handed him. It was the first paper on a stack. You grabbed it looking it over. Your father had been more than generous but it was needed. You scanned it quickly, calculating in your head what each district needed. “This should be more than enough to cover for the winter. It would take the pressure off the farmers and time to regenerate the crop field and livestock again. It will still be a hard winter but not like before." Ethos was losing more and more of his composure but he had to admit the way you carried yourself, it was as if suddenly the room had gotten smaller because you had taken up all the space. He sat down slowly drinking his wine. The more he watched you, the more his chest ached. You reminded him of mother, he had not seen the similarities before but now with the way you scanned the paper thinking out loud. “I ask one thing of you Captain and I will never ask of anything anymore. You will not have to see or hear me. I will be like a ghost.” Syverson nodded at you. His shoulders had lost some of his tension. The flickering of the fire on your face reminded him of the night you came to his study to help him with the paperwork. It was one of the first nights since he was back he felt so relaxed he had fallen asleep and actually slept through the night. An ache settled in his chest. He was so conflicted between admiring your straight spine and assured voice and the anger he felt. He did not know why exactly he was so furious at you. “The northern people are proud and hard working we established that already. And now we came to a mountain we have to climb. They will not accept handouts as Captain Syverson so gallantly pointed out.” You looked at him. “Now we only need to figure out how to disguise the food as a trade, not a handout. We cannot load it up on the Wagons and leave. How would that look?” Ethos had thought of that too but for sake of keeping the peace, he had kept quiet. He looked at Syverson but he was solely focused on you. Syverson had to admit you had a point. “And how do we do this?” He asked. “Simply, we look at what you have that would not harm your people further if they would trade it for food.” Syverson pondered this for a bit. This could work. “I have some things in mind but as it was pointed out multiple times it is not my place to do these political matters therefore I will leave it up to my brother and you.” You put the paper down, and walked towards the door, before you opened it you turned to Syverson.

“One last bit of advice, this is not the time, to be honest. I know your people value this but your people come before anything. You have to disguise your anger and pretend that this was the plan all along and your people will have no problem taking the food.” You opened the door taking a step further before halting again. You had been able to ignore the pain in your chest while speaking but now it came back in full force. “I am truly sorry for any hurt and anger I caused. But I will not apologize for taking action in helping people in need. Inaction kills people, a leader let by emotion kills people. Trust me.” You turned to Syverson. He could hardly hold your gaze there was so much sadness and pain in your eyes. “I know.” Your voice wavered so you quickly turned and walked out of the room.

Closing the door behind you you greeted the coldness in the corridor. Breathing in deeply you pictured a box, you opened it picturing all your emotions as different things like anger as red ruby, sadness as a blue bottle, and envy at your brother's position as a flower crown. You put it in the box, sealed it, then opened the closet and put it in there. You closed the door and felt the numbness take over your body. Hiding all the emotions deep in the closet locked in the box. You breathed out deeply and straightened your dress then walked with the elegance of a Princess down the corridor. You had one more thing to do. Talk to Cella

You knew exactly where she was, having her schedule memorized long ago. She would soon be done with discussing the eating arrangements with the cook. So you walked to the parlor in which you held your lessons. You asked Gisla to inform Cella to come to the parlor after she was done. You walked into the room as if it was your first time. You felt foreign. The gold-green wall tapestries and the warm wooden chairs and table were so different from your elegant and flowing figure. You sat down on one of the chairs playing with the hem of your sleeves. They were wide and fell down longer on the back. You did not have to wait for long before Cella walked into the room. She looked like she always did. The upper part of her dress lay tight against her, the skirt falling down to her ankles. She had boots on, and the material looked warm and sturdy. She walked over to the other chair sitting down not saying a word. After a while, you said: “I only meant to help.” She nodded, still not talking. You should have asked Gisla to bring you wine, you needed it right now. “You could have told me.” You looked up at her. She was looking right at you. “Why didn’t you?" She sounded so betrayed it made you avert your gaze. “Because I was not sure if my father would have sent help.” You leaned back into your chair breathing deeply. “Let’s say if I had told you what I had planned and it had turned out differently what would you have thought of my people then?” She looked away. You knew the relationship was still rocky and you knew Cella knew. What would she have thought if the people she was marrying into were not helping her own people. “And if I had told you and the same outcome like now happened what would you have done? What could you have done? The letter was already sent.” She shot off her chair. “I would have been able to help you plan for it in case. So it would not blow up in your face as it did. You took all of us by surprise. I thought you knew our people. I thought you knew Sy.” She was pacing, breathing heavily. You gave her space to get her frustration out. You were so conflicted, you understood where she was coming from but you provided them with a solution, and not only that but also kept their people alive.

You could not be the woman everyone wanted you to be who sat quietly and talked when she was supposed to, to let the men do the work while she looked pretty. That was not you, that will never be you again. You thought about what you would do once the winter was over and you returned home. You did not want to go back to your home, to your room. You could not. You would go further south. Your family had a second home there. As a child, you would go there on vacation. You could lead the household there and live the rest of your life in peace inside the library away from people. If needed you could cause a scandal so your father would let you go. Preferably one that made you undesirable to men so your father would not have the bright idea to marry you off. You doubt you would be able to not kill your husband. You were going to be a spinster like your late aunt. Cella sat down on the chair again. “Thank you. For what you did. I know Sy has not said it but this will get our people through the winter.” You nodded looking into the fire that was heating the room. “Can I ask you why you did it?” You glanced at her in anger did she think you were so cold hearted? But you saw nothing but curiosity. Sighing you thought about it. “I want to say that it was because I had a solution to a problem even a good leader like Syverson could not fix. To show I was a leader, powerful. I guess. But this is not why I did it.” You looked at her, pleading for her to understand. “I wrote the letter but it was not after I had talked to Syverson that I sent it. He was so-” You broke off readjusting yourself on the chair. “He has so much to worry about I just wanted to help in any way I could.” Cella’s eyes had turned from curious to understanding to sparkling with something knowing you could not pinpoint. But at least she did not look at you like you had betrayed her anymore. She leaned forward taking your hand in hers. “Again thank you.” She smiled. “Come on you still have to teach me some more manners.” She teased pulling you up. “Let’s go over how to walk elegantly like you again. I need some air.”

You felt a lot better now that the talks were over. You went by Rosamund’s room but she was not there so you went outside just the two of you. The fresh air felt so good on your overheated skin although you were sure after a couple of minutes you would be cold again. But for now, you enjoyed it. You would feel even more relieved when later that night while dinner Syverson would announce that he had made a trade deal with your people in exchange for food. Hail Syverson’s rang out and you felt a pang in your heart of not getting the recognition but you were used to it by now. Syverson had traded furs, and their fine crafted saddles for horses, which they were famous for, and come may when breeding time for the horses was Syverson would give your people a few. It was what you had in mind and you were glad that the men could agree on it. For the most part, you kept to yourself. Neither Ethos nor Syverson was talking with you which was fine by you. You mostly talked to Cella and spend the rest of the day after dinner in your room reading and taking a bath cleaning yourself of the day. Syverson watched you go from the corner of his eyes. Your spine was still stiff and your eyes still seemed absent. He had hardly any appetite but did as you told him keeping up appearances. He had been so angry earlier, it was not that he felt betrayed but more like he betrayed his people by not being able to provide for them, for failing them. You came up with a solution that made it blatantly obvious that he was not fit to lead and that ultimately he would fail his people. All his fears as usual portrayed themselves as anger and he let them out on you. Yes, you should have told him what you did but in the end, you were right you did just send a letter. You had not outright demanded food for them. Cella had come to talk to him earlier. “She was just trying to help. You know her intent was not malicious or to show you up Sy.” Of course his sister, as so often, was right. Yet, his damn pride and anger had gotten the better of him again. By the end of the day, he felt so drained but he had promised Rosamund he would tell her a bedtime story. So he made his way to her room, passing yours along the way. He stopped for a second, remembering how you had helped him over the past weeks and how at ease and relaxed you made him feel as if all would be alright. He sighs shaking his head, he still felt so conflicted. So he walked to Rosamund’s room.

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sakis-sweets · 2 years

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Hey, if your asks are still open, could you do Kaga x Itachi? I like to think their personalities clash and normally wouldn't work well together but they end up becoming a pair. If your asks aren't open then that's ok and you can just delete this if so :)

i told you i’d get to it!!

many thanks to @fuwabloom for telling me how to make sparks fly between a guy who doesn’t like anyone and a guy who nobody likes (ended up changing one detail, hope that’s aight)

“Headmaster, I beseech you-”

“Kusha-san, I’ve heard enough. The school will not offer its chemistry lab because of your inability to maintain your club.”

“My club is very well-maintained, sir!”

“That’s why it’s burned black and tattered to pieces, hm?”

“You know, the damage to my club might not have been so severe if I hadn’t modified the room to be blast-proof. I protected the rest of Akademi from the consequences of progress, only to take on those consequences entirely myself! Sir, it is a tragic and noble sacrifice.”

“So you also consider yourself responsible for the various equipment you broke across the rest of the school after it shook from the tremors?”

“Honestly, sir, you have only the contractor to blame for that. The school isn’t even that old and Japan is already prone to earthquakes; if my little experiment is enough to damage school property, then was it Saikou’s big plan to somehow halt the world’s tectonic activity?”

Akademi’s headmaster rose slowly from his seat. “You’re crossing a line, Kusha-san. Do you have any idea how easily you’re getting off here? You are only asked to pay for the damages; the school isn’t asking for extra compensation money or expelling you. You will not be given the chemistry lab, and you will have to make do with non-hazardous club activities until we can repair the facilities in the science club.”

“But-”

“Not even if you blast-proof the lab. Are we clear?”

Kaga was unable to meet the headmaster’s eyes. He couldn’t control the expression on his face, and he might be punished for giving him the stink eye. “Crystal... sir.”

The science club mutely followed Kaga as he rambled about his outrage. “It’s criminal!” he exclaimed. “He just couldn’t see it my way! Does the man have any idea what’s at stake?! I can’t waste a single second if I hope to see results on time! I’m going have to reschedule the next ten years of my life, and I have no ideal way of compensating!”

Horo spoke up, since Kaga was most likely to let him interrupt. “So what are we doing now?”

Kaga scoffed. “The best we can do. Field work. Sociology is a kind of science, and the world’s most effective dicta- I mean, leaders, have always had charisma on their side. So we will study figures of authority in this school one by one to see how they keep a tight ship! Starting with the sports club. I don’t know the full spectrum of leadership strategies, but Itachi Zametora is definitely at one end of it.”

The science club climbed the stairs to the pool where the sports club practiced swimming every day. “Alright,” Kaga announced,”Each of you will pick someone to interrogate. Find out how others feel about his leadership. Your opportunities will appear as they walk around the pool to the diving platforms. I’ll take on the captain.”

“If you’re looking for Rito-san,” came a sudden gruff voice, “Since you wouldn’t dare forget her status in this school, then you’re out of luck. I’m the club president until she gets back.”

Kaga felt a chill run up his spine, and immediately chided himself. He’d have to Pavlov that instinct out of him soon. “Of course we - I - know that!” he shouted. “Everyone knows that Rito-san is busy training at that special facility. In fact, I’m actually here for you! I want to learn about how you manage your club!”

Itachi stared down at Kaga with narrowed eyes. He and his rippling muscles towered over the mad scientist. Kaga forced himself to imagine a pea working as Itachi’s brain in order to keep his cool. Suddenly, the athlete turned. “You’ll get in the way. Leave.”

Kaga waited until he was out of earshot. “Alright team, let’s get started.”

“But Zametora-san told us to leave,” Horo argued.”

“And?” Kaga retorted. “Since when has a petty thing like consent stopped us before? This is all in the name of progress, comrades! Onward!” Kaga marched ahead, followed by his club members, only after they heaved a sigh of surrender.

The sports club found it immensely difficult to focus on their training. Any time they weren’t in the pool, they were being followed by a chattering jackass with a lab coat, stupid goggles, and a clipboard. Most of the members simply pretended they weren’t there, but Hojiro was getting to the end of his rope. “HEY!” he shouted at poor Yaku, whose visor promptly displayed exclamation points. “I don’t know WHAT your damn deal is, but if you don’t stop messing with my training, I’ll break that stupid clipboard in half and throw it into the pool!!”

Yaku froze on the spot as two animated swirls appeared on his visor. Kaga clicked his tongue at his colleague’s inability to maintain his composure. Suddenly, he realized that he had been backed up against the wall of the pool area. Itachi cast a shadow over a wide-eyed Kaga, and he was not happy.

“I thought I told you and your clowns to leave,” he muttered.

Kaga swallowed the lump in his throat. “If that was all it took to halt the flow of scientific p-progress, you’d be swimming in a lake instead of a f-filtered pool,” he managed to retort.

“You’ve made more than enough ‘progress.’ Leave now or I will make you.”

Kaga somehow mustered up the courage to smirk. “And h-how will you do that?” He didn’t get an answer. Itachi slung him over his shoulder like a potato sack and started carrying him to the stairs. The rest of the science club simply decided it was time to go home. Kaga’s fear faded in the face of degredation and he began a slew of protests. “How dare you?! Do you have any idea who I will become?! Once I realize my ambitions, even your grandchildren won’t be forgiven for this insolence!”

Itachi set Kaga down at the head of the stairs. “Go down the steps or I’ll throw you down. Your choice.”

Kaga seethed with rage. Absolutely nothing was going his way. “So this is how authority works,” he hissed. “People with power trample all over people without it. Charisma has nothing to do with it, then. After all, you’re the least charismatic person in the school. Everyone looks up to you, but you don’t like anyone! Even your own club members; you treat them like ants! But even with all of my inventions and academic awards under my belt, no one respects me! No one even likes me! All I can do is work for a future where everyone understands what I have to offer while you sit here unappreciative of all your renown! What world do we live in where any of this makes sense? But at least I have the facilities to find out. You’ll only ever be your brawn.”

Itachi’s face was dark. The rest of the sports club stared at their leader in horrific anticipation. No one had ever spoken to him like that before. How would he react to such disrespect? His first words were quiet. “I didn’t ask for my reputation. I don’t care what other people think of me. My goals are my own. Are yours?” Kaga trembled, unable to respond. “Liking and being liked... none of that matters held up to the things that you want to accomplish. You can only get what you want on your own. Things might get easier for you if you accept that.” Itachi turned. “I’ve never met another person who only lived for himself. That’s the kind of guy I might respect.” Itachi returned to the pool, and the stunned sports club members soon followed suit. Kaga could only stumble his way home.

That night, Kaga laid in bed, unable to stop thinking about Itachi’s words. He’d tried to train himself not to be intimidated by the man, but he’d develop minor arrhythmia at every attempt and had to stop for the sake of his health. I might respect someone who lived only for himself. Wasn’t that was Kaga had been doing? He’d been willing to sacrifice anyone and everyone to achieve his goals... right?

No, his current plan required seducing the Saikou heiress. He’d somehow thought it wise to bet on his lowest stat. At this rate, he would never rise to the top on his own merit. Kaga ripped the blankets off of his bed and ran to his home lab. He’d already needed to reschedule the next decade; what more would it be to rework it entirely? He’d figure out another path to world domination; a method that didn’t need anyone else. Perhaps then, Itachi might respect him enough to follow him.

For the time being, Kaga decided to ignore that fear was not the only emotion that could make a person’s heart pound the way his had for the entire evening.

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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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Ok concept/request, you're riding Iwaizumi in the Aoba Johsai locker room and Oikawa walks in on you two and you feel like everything is about to get really awkward, but then Iwaizumi asks if he could join in?

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i am OBSESSED with this idea. y’all know how much i like writing multiple characters, huh? 👀 sorry for taking so long on this but thank you for sending in a request! i’m flattered you like my content baby i hope you’re doing well

i exclusively write post-timeskip characters so i’m going to change this to argentina national team oikawa and athletic trainer iwaizumi if that’s alright :) but the concept shall remain the same.

word count: 2k

content warnings: she/her afab reader, established relationship, threesome, oral (m. receiving), double penetration, “sir,” “good girl,” LOTS of pet names, ass play, very low risk public sex, light teasing, light dacryphilia, creampie

You could still hear players shuffling out of the arena from the locker room. Tooru had told his team not to wait up, that he was going to stay and catch up with old friends. Instead, he had pulled you into his team’s deserted locker room and pushed you against the cool concrete wall, too hyped up from his game to even manage a shower.

Somehow that made it even hotter as you tangled your fingers in his lovely blue jersey, holding on as tight as you could as you shifted up and down in his lap.

His breath rushed heavy into your ear, face screwed up in pleasure and pressed into the crook of your neck. Both of you were so wrapped up in each other that the ability to speak was stripped away entirely, leaving behind pants and groans and the occasional high pitched moan.

Your brains and bodies were occupied, and that made it impossible to hear the locker room door clunk open and the heavy footsteps approach the back row of lockers.

“Oikawa.”

The voice fell like a bucket of cold water. You couldn’t run, so you clapped your hands over your face and buried into Tooru’s shoulder. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Tooru turned around, an exhausted smile on his face.

“Iwa-chan.” He let out a cough, unable to catch his breath. “Thought you would’ve gone home by now.”

“I figured you’d pull something like this.”

“But you won’t tell, will you? Because you’re our good little Iwa-chan.”

Iwaizumi’s face screwed up in disgust.

“I wasn’t going to tell as long as you were in a generous mood.”

You perked up.

“What?” you asked. Iwaizumi crossed his arms.

“Shitty-kawa needs to learn how to share if he’s going to make a mess in our locker rooms.”

Your eyes grew wide and Tooru laughed.

“I don’t know whether to take you seriously or not, Iwa-chan.”

“I could just report you.”

“I didn’t say no, but I’m not the one you have to ask.”

They both turned to face you and your mouth grew dry.

Scanning Iwaizumi’s body, you couldn’t say you’d never thought about it. The few times you had met Tooru’s Iwa-chan in person he had such a presence around him. No matter how out of control Tooru got, Iwaizumi held the reigns, able to shut situations down in only a few words. Not only that, he was almost infuriatingly good looking. His uniform polo looked uncomfortably tight around his chest and biceps, and that’s not even mentioning the way his legs fit into his dress pants.

You wanted his arms around you. Immediately.

“Does the door lock?” you asked. Tooru grinned.

“I knew you were fun,” he said, pressing kisses to your neck. Iwaizumi’s lips curled into a smile and he disappeared for a moment. You heard an echoey click and he returned, already pulling his belt out of its loops. Tooru laughed again.

“Cocky, Iwa-chan. At least get them warmed up first.”

Iwaizumi approached you, continuing to undo his slacks.

“I think you’ve already taken care of that,” he muttered, pushing down on Oikawa’s shoulder so he would laid down on the bench. Iwaizumi leaned down and pressed a gentle but warm kiss on your lips.

“You’ll be good for me, right?” he whispered as he pulled down the front of his briefs. You grinned and tugged him closer by the belt loop.

“Yes.” You punctuated the word by wrapping your lips around him. He was slightly shorter than Oikawa but significantly thicker. You looked up at him and took him as far into your mouth as you could.

“Shit,” he breathed, cupping your chin and running a thumb over your cheek. “What did you do to bag this one?”

Oikawa laughed and laced his fingers behind his head.

“I’m very charming, Iwa-chan. You should know that by now.”

You smiled as much as you could with Iwaizumi’s weight still in your mouth. He looked down at you and combed your hair out of your face.

“Wanna make him shut up for me?” he asked. You became keenly aware of the fact that Tooru was still inside of you and circled your hips. He hissed and tipped his head back against the bench.

“Mean, Iwa-chan,” he gasped. You continued a steady rock in his lap and he let out small, sharp breaths, trying to remain composed as he watched your eyes focus on Iwaizumi’s. “Don’t push her head,” he warned. “She doesn’t like that.”

“Yeah?” Iwaizumi said. His hand cupped your face, gently following your movement as your head dipped and pulled back. “You don’t like when he shows you what to do, huh? What if I show you what to do? Will you let me?”

He pulled you off of him, gently swiping at your lip to clean your face. He pushed his index and middle past into your lips, dragging them over your tongue. You closed your eyes at the feeling and you heard him let out a content laugh.

“That’s my girl. Why don’t you bend over for me?”

You quickly leaned forward so you were laying on Tooru’s chest.

“You really are an obedient little thing, aren’t you?” he said, running a hand through your hair. “Why don’t you behave this way with me, hm?”

“Because you don’t command any respect,” Iwaizumi grumbled. He ran his hands over your ass then down, circling your entrance. You gasped and held Tooru tighter.

“Don’t act so shy,” he said through a laugh. “You’ve done that before and you know you like it.”

“Oh? Is that true?” Iwaizumi asked. You nodded, but he ran his hand over the back of your neck and tugged your hair lightly. “Words, darling.”

“Yes,” you stammered. He chuckled and unceremoniously pushed a finger inside of you. You let out a choked moan and pressed your face further against Tooru’s chest.

“Aw, Iwa-chan, be nice.”

“I am being nice. Feels good, doesn’t it doll?”

“Y—” You paused as Tooru leaned up to your ear.

“Call him sir. He’ll lose it.”

Iwaizumi landed a quick smack on your ass and pushed in another finger.

“What did I say about your words? Does it feel good?”

“Yes, sir.” The words were rushed, nervous. You were sure Iwaizumi could hear the hesitation in your voice, but the low groan that left him was assurance enough.

“Oh, fuck. What a good girl.” You could hear him readjusting his pants and gasped when he pressed up against you from behind. “You gonna be good and take all of me? I know you can do it.” You hummed as he started pushing forward.

“Yes, sir.”

He laughed aloud and continued to slowly sheath himself inside of you. He was going agonizingly slow, and though you knew you needed time to adjust, all you wanted was more.

“That’s right, baby. Take him like you take me,” Tooru said, running his hands over your waist. “I’m still better, though. Right?” Iwaizumi finally bottomed out inside of you and you let out a short, strangled sound, pressing your forehead against Tooru’s. “See? You’ve sent her right back into my arms.”

“We’ll see about that.” Iwaizumi pulled back slowly, dragging a shocked gasp from your throat. “You can’t fill her up like this. Right, sweetheart? Tell me how full you are.”

“So full,” you groaned. As his hips pushed forward again you mumbled, “please.” His laugh was even louder this time.

“Please what? Come on.”

“Please fuck me, Iwa.”

“I think that’s what I’m doing right now. You asking for more?” He moved his hips quickly once and you moaned.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.” You leaned up and looked Tooru in the eye. “Yes, Hajime. Please fuck me harder.” His eyebrow raised and a smirk pulled at his lips.

“Oh, fuck.” Iwaizumi’s voice rumbled in his chest as he gripped your hips, snapping them against you hard and fast.

“Look at you, doll.” Tooru purred. “Taking his cock when I’m still inside of you. You that desperate? You want me to fuck you too?”

You nodded, face screwed up in a wince as Iwaizumi found a perfect angle inside of you.

“No sir for me? Greedy little thing. I guess you can have my cock. Next time you’ll have to beg.” He joined Iwaizumi in holding your hips, lifting them slightly off of him so he could gain leverage. Then he began slowly moving, cock dragging inside of you and, oh fuck, did it feel good to have both of them pushing inside of you. Tooru quickly build up his pace to match Iwaizumi’s, each of them thrusting into you at the same time. The feeling was overwhelming and quickly brought a sob to your lips.

“Aw, baby don’t cry. You were so ready for us. What happened?”

“Don’t be mean, Oikawa. She’s taking it well.”

“Sure, Iwa-chan, but she doesn’t seem very grateful, does she?” He grabbed your chin and brought your face up to look at him. “Say thank you.”

You choked on a moan as Tooru halted mid-thrust, pushing right up against where you wanted him most.

“Thank you,” you murmured. Tooru laughed.

“Come on, princess, Iwa-chan couldn’t hear you. Say it so he can hear it.”

“Thank you, Hajime.”

Iwaizumi let out a strained laugh but said nothing, too focused on the rock of his hips.

“Now me,” Tooru purred. There was a delicious glint in his eye. You couldn’t decide whether it was frightening or devastatingly sexy. “Say thank you, Tooru. Thank you for fucking you so well and letting my Iwa-chan have his way with you.”

“Thank you, Tooru,” you gasped. “For everything. Please.” You leaned forward and captured his lips. His eyes widened before settling into a smug expression.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum soon,” Iwaizumi said. Tooru broke your kiss.

“Not inside,” he warned. Iwaizumi scoffed.

Tooru seemed to realize that he was close as well, face screwing up and hips moving more erratically.

“Are you going to cum with us, princess? Make a mess all over our cocks?” You whimpered and buried your face into his neck. “I think that’s a yes, Iwa-chan. Just wait. She’s so pretty when she cums.”

“Tooru, please,” you begged, but you didn’t know what for. You were climbing fast, body giving in completely to the feeling of the two men inside of you. You felt so good and so full you almost couldn’t stand it.

“Be nice, Oikawa. Let her cum first.” Iwaizumi’s voice was strained.

“Won’t be too long, Iwa-chan. Just look at her.”

You were so close. You could almost taste the orgasm about to rack your body, more overwhelming than ever due to the second man buried inside of you.

“Please,” you begged, but you didn’t know who you were begging to. “Please, let me cum.”

“Let go, baby. We’ve got you,” Tooru said, staring past you at Iwaizumi. Your body locked up and you let out a small sobbing noise, tightening your grip on Tooru’s jersey. Your body shook and the men seemed to follow soon after you. Tooru mumbled a small flurry of “that’s it”s before holding your hips tight and spilling inside of you. Iwaizumi let out a long groan, continuing a slow slide in and out of you. Despite Tooru’s warning, Iwaizumi’s hips remained flush against your ass as he groaned through his orgasm, making you feel lightheaded but forcing a scowl onto Tooru’s face.

You all lay there panting for a moment, unsure of how and when to move. Your entire body was buzzing. The slightest movement forced a gasp, and a long hiss left your lips as Iwaizumi withdrew.

“Iwa-chan, what did I tell you?” Tooru said, but there was no fight in his voice. He sounded exhausted. Iwaizumi didn’t respond. He tucked himself back into his pants and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and rubbing your arm. He stared at you for a moment longer before smirking.

“Make sure you stretch before you leave, Oikawa. You missed the cool down at the end of the game.”

Then he turned on his heels and left the locker room, leaving you and Oikawa alone with the echoes of what you had just done.

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violettelueur · 3 years

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RYŌMEN SUKUNA || PROUD

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors, swearing and mentions of injuries, blood and death.

| form : imagine

| word count : 1574

| published : 18 november

| request : Aaaa,, I really love your Sukuna imagines! Can I request an Imagine where it’s related to ‘kind hearted’, the reader gets hurt and sukuna gets upset? Thank you so much! Keep up with the great work!! 💞🦦

| barista’s notes : let me admit this, i’m not confident with this imagine ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ i tried changing it a few times but i was really doubting myself every time and this was the result of it, so i’m so sorry if you don’t like it ʕ； •`ᴥ•´ʔ also i’m not really good with fight scenes so if there are any advices that can be given to me, thank you so much ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ i hope you love your classic cup of black coffee and come again soon!

To say that you were screwed was more than an understatement.

Right now wasn’t the ideal situation to be in for any jujutsu sorcerer that wasn’t Gojo’s level.

At this moment and time, standing in front of you was a special grade curse.

What made the situation worse was that Kugisaki was separated from the whole group making the mission more complicated than it needed to be.

“Itadori! Fushiguro! Go find Kugisaki and find the exit to the building, I’ll keep the curse in place!” you demanded, as you knew you didn’t have much time to explain the risky plan you came up with.

“Are you crazy? It’s a special grade there is no way you could defeat it right now!” Fushiguro shouted, trying to know what was going on in your head, thinking that you were utterly crazy for what you just stated to him and his classmate.

“I don’t care! Look, it’s having fun and underestimating us meaning it will use weaker attacks on me, buying time shouldn’t be too hard, just give me a signal when you and Itadori are safe, okay?”

Looking at you with widen eyes, Fushiguro continued to look at you like you had gone completely insane before closing them to clear his mind. What you were saying had much sense in it. Compared to the remaining people in the room, you were the one that had the most potential to defeat the special grade curse if you could, even when you and him were both grade two sorcerers.

“Okay,” Fushiguro muttered quietly - still reluctant to leave you - before turning around and grabbing Itadori to go along with your plan, leaving you completely alone to defend yourself.

Turning back around to look at your opponent, you reached to the side of your hip to grip on the halt of your katana before slowly pulling the sword out from its sheath. From what you could observe, this special grade wasn’t a normal special grade, there was no way it could be deemed one yet it was. From what was going on around you, the curse hadn’t been able to construct a complete Domain Expansion, more of an Innate Domain at best making you come to the conclusion that it must have eaten a cursed object at best to become as powerful as it is - most likely Sukuna’s finger for one example.

Lifting your sword in front of you, you aimed the pointed tip at your opponent before tilting your head to the side to see what else you could observe from your distance.

“Would cutting your head off look best or would cutting both of your arms first be more sufficient?”

Of course, the curse couldn’t reply to you leaving it to only physically answered you with an immense amount of curse energy forming within the palm of its hand, ready to throw it at you.

“Looks like your arms are the first thing I gotta get rid of,” you answered yourself, as you quickly dodging the attack, only to suddenly appear in front of your opponent, leaving yourself enough space to swing your sword down to fully slash its left arm off as you then went ahead and spun behind its body to slice off the other off before pulling yourself back to gain some distance away from the curse.

However, what you had completely forgotten was that special grade curses were able their curse energy to heal themselves, as the curse’s arms suddenly regenerated as if you didn’t cut them off seconds before.

“Damn, I should have gotten your head first ha?” you rhetorically questioned, before using your free hand to pull a long black chain out of your pocket and attaching one end to the hilt of your katana. “Let’s see how fast you can catch,” you commented, as you then threw your katana while aiming for it’s head, using your curse energy to increase the speed it was going at. However, much to your dismay the curse unexpectantly grabbed onto the metal blade, leaving you no choice but to let your curse energy slowly flow through the chain all the way up to the blade causing a large red orb form at the end, quickly exploding before the curse could even react to stop it.

Swiftly, you pulled the chain back so you could retrieve your sword only to then suddenly see the smoke clearing and a large wave of curse energy coming towards your direction.

“Shit!”

In sheer panic, you use your feet to push yourself to the right to move away from the blast before your whole vision was concealed by the rubble and dust.

Pain. That was all you felt. Pure pain.

Were you going to die? Wasn’t you expecting that once you told both your classmates to find Kugisaki and run? You couldn’t lie to yourself, it was too painful to think about death right now. You couldn’t think straight at all.

Once the smoked cleared, all that the special curse could see was your standing figure panting heavily with your left sleeve completely gone due to the blast as blood gushed down your left arm. You had barely managed to get yourself out of the hands of instant death and luckily nothing of your body was disintegrated, just some burns and cuts here and there - to say it was surprising to see you standing was an understatement.

“From our battle so far, you lack the form of curse technique, but you still can pack a punch, ah it hurts,”

The blood loss was getting to you. Yes, having no limbs was not the better option but you could still live with that. What humans couldn’t do was stay alive with no blood and here you were quickly losing your live source the flowed in your body. You couldn’t even cover the wound as there was nothing you could cover it with and even if you did, the wound was too large to be covered.

You were losing the strength to stand.

You were losing your balance.

You were losing consciousness.

Suddenly, you heard a loud sound of a howl from a distance. Instantly, you knew that Fushiguro and Itadori were able to find Kugisaki and get out. It was his signal.

However, you weren’t so lucky in that factor, from the state that you were in, there was no way in hell you were able to escape now - but you were okay with that. If the other’s were safe, that was better than not knowing if they made it out alive. Slowly, you were starting to lose the feeling in your legs, causing you to completely losing your balance.

‘Damn,’ you thought, as you felt your whole body suddenly dropping leaving you no strength left to even brace for the impact, leaving you to close your eyes and admitting defeat.

However, just as you were able to fall to the ground, you suddenly felt a pair of arms catching you before you were quickly lifted up bridal style and pulled into a warm embrace surprising you completely from the sudden comfort of what you thought was your lonely end. Who was still in the building? You thought everyone got out, so who was carrying you right now?

From your limited sight, you could slowly make out someone in a dark uniform similar to the colour you wore, meaning it had to be someone from the team. However, the extreme pressure of curse energy that was somewhat suffocating you determined otherwise - no one within the area right now had this much power, no one at all. Unless…..

“Were you the one that caused this?”

Sukuna…

All you could hear right now a shaking tone as well as the couple droplets of water that was within the Innate Domain that surrounded you.

“For a grade two sorcerer, she really blew half of your body up with that little curse technique she used on you, I’m quite proud of my little one,” Sukuna uncharacteristically complimented you, as he gently pressed a little kiss on top of your head before gently smiling at you - knowing you won’t be able to see this rare expression on his face.

“You see, I’ve grown fond of this little human in my arms right now, and for you to do this much damage to her body, really weirdly angers me,” Sukuna stated before he turned around and began to walk away. “Wait there for a quick second would you? I need to take care of this one right now,” Sukuna commented, before gently placing you down at a safe spot to which he then started to use his curse energy to quickly heal your wound once he sat you up straight.

Brushing away some of the hairs that were in your face, Sukuna placed one last light lingering kiss on your forehead before saying, “I’m proud of you, just wait a little longer, I’ll be back,”.

What was going on?

This had to be a hallucination. There was no question about that. There was no way Sukuna could have saved you let alone kissed you in any way. This was all a hallucination. Wasn’t it?

However, you didn’t have the power to stay awake any longer, resulting you to surrender to the tiredness that was taking over you, letting the darkness invade your whole surroundings, but not before letting out a little mutter under your breath.

‘Proud ha?’

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꒰ THIS DECEMBER ꒱︙C.MATSUNO

all you wanted to present matsuno chifuyu for his birthday was your secret love confession, but he beats you to it before you could even utter the words.

꒰+꒱︙fluffy as fuck i’m not kidding, made butterflies in my stomach and my head. a birthday gift for my #1 boyfriend, love you chifuyu. two dorks in love. everybody who see this has to read it .

DECEMBER 18TH, 23:52

"crap, it's raining," your friend exclaimed in horror as he noticed droplets falling from the sky, which was already blanketed in dark clouds. as he hurriedly wore the shoes at the front entrance, chifuyu's groans filled the cold air around you.

"gotta go now, thank you for letting me crash your place today." before leaving, he completed slipping his feet into his shoes and double-checked his belongings.

"crashing into my house in the middle of the night like usual?"

"like usual..." his words drifted off as he realized he'd always been one to annoy you at odd hours, and today was one of them. when your halfhearted smile began to grow at the end of your lips, chifuyu uttered a tiny giggle.

before walking out the gate, he put on his sweater's hood. "i'll see you at school tomorrow, if i don't decide to skip class again." he chuckled as he smiled at you. that bashful and sheepish expression you always manage to capture at just the right moment.

you merely laughed at his antics, your hands waving goodbye as you walked slowly towards him.

"lastly, before i leave for real now, can i ask you a question?" chifuyu doesn't want to say his last goodbye quite yet, so he attempts to divert his thoughts with other things. his eyes dart around everything except you, and his hands scrape the back of his neck. "have you planned any kind of gift?" perhaps for me?"

chifuyu's instant remorse is amusing at the moment. how selfish, it sounds like this guy was expecting something from you when all he could do was fantasize about the possible outcomes.

do you think he's unreasonable in expecting you to at least give him something? the only person who knows what he wants for his birthday is him. it's a simple gift, but it's so hard to get. he wants you. but maybe he’ll just let you down. but look at those eyes, he’s thinking too loud. chifuyu has to bide all the time until it feels right, and until you’re his alone.

"a gift for what?" you sarcastically flipped another question to him. "if i told you i was going to give you a present, it'd ruin the whole idea, stupid," you hissed at his request and pushed him through the gates.

"fuyu, go home. it’s late, and it's going to rain even more."

"right, alright." chifuyu has no idea what you want or what he'll get, but a part of him is delighted that you put up the effort for his birthday. and he could taste it, for what he hoped would be a sweet beginning.

normally, when it rains, people run, but he strolled through the gate with calm, fearless steps, letting the raindrops wash him away as if it were nothing. "you're walking so slowly, hurry up!" you exclaimed, letting out a long sigh.

nothing has changed as a result of your statement. perhaps he didn't hear your shout to hasten his pace because of the heavy rain. he performed the exact opposite of what you expected him to do. chifuyu's pace slowed even more until his legs remained motionless at the location where he halted, not taking another step or making any other movements.

"why are you just standing there, you jackass? run!” you scream one final time before allowing it to enter your nerves again.

five seconds later, he slowly turned his back to face you. you could only narrow your eyes as he murmured something beneath his breath that you didn't catch due to the rain blocking up your ear.

he's your typical chifuyu, but something has changed as of today. you can't figure out why he's being so bright around you and smiling an abnormal amount in a short time.

chifuyu's head was tilting all over the place, looking for something to attract his interest in the midst of the rain while licking his lips or staring down at his feet and kicking rocks that were nearby. hands nuzzled inside his now-wet pockets, his body swinging from left to right before he looked you in the eye from afar, that wide grin formed once more. who would have guessed that someone like him, with his wide grin, would come along and push you through?

and when you tried to take another deep breath in order to yell at him again, he beat you to it. his piercing scream could be heard from afar. "before i go out for the last time today, i need to tell you something," he took another big breath and quickly removed his hood, his blond hair saturated in water after standing there for so long. "it's going to seem really selfish coming out of me, so please bare with me," he said, not knowing how he changed his mind so abruptly. these following few exact scenes have been repeated in his thoughts a million times, believing he wouldn't be able to reach for it and would have to settle for fake beautiful memories.

all this time there's so much time for him to speak up, but he kept quiet. he kept it all to himself until he thinks the time is right. but there isn't any right timing when all he did was denying these feelings when all he wanted just for you to be around. that’s it, he is sorry but he isn’t giving up now.

"i want to tell you why i love you,"

you didn't hear a single word he yelled, which was embarrassing. instead of responding to his confession, you called him out again, saying, "chifuyu, it's raining! you know that, right?"

he sighed, his breath already mingling with the frigid air, not the response he had hoped for. so he yelled another confession, this time it echoed in your ear.

‘im in love with you,”

“oi, you heard me?”

you are now the one who is silent; no words can be said after hearing his confession. he was thinking the same thing you were thinking all along. there isn't a day that goes by when you don't fantasize about finally telling your hidden little crush. you kept it to yourself until his birthday arrived.

your love declaration to him was supposed to be a birthday present for him. however, this is no longer the case.

he took a few steps in your direction and yelled, followed by a second scream. with his final words, "i know what love is, and i know that we're all destined to the abyss,” chifuyu said haltingly.

“but even so, i'm love with you, i do.”

he closed his statement with the biggest and most illuminating grin you've ever seen written on his face. finally, he is gaining complete control of his bliss, and it is unstoppable.

ten seconds of stillness, looking at one another, with just the sound of rain striking any form of surface. he turned his back again and walked away from you as if he hadn't just confessed such a thing.

you chased him down; there's no way you're letting him leave without an answer. the sound of splashing puddles close to him compelled him to turn his head. there he spotted you rushing after him, also fighting the torrential rain. "hey, don't come here or you'll get soaked."

"you moron, you're the one who's soaking wet," you retorted.

another wave of tension between you two, with just your eyes linked like magnets on each other. chifuyu felt connected to you, or maybe not since you haven't answered his confession, who knows.

"i don't know what to say," you never took your gaze away from him, and he didn't move an inch away from you.

"you don't have to say anything, i just want to get it off my chest," he said.

"i'm in love with you, sorry," his voice was clear, and even the sounds of rainfall on it didn't sway it. everything you thought he was, he was exactly the proper type. and you were more than a fantasy for chifuyu.

"do you know what your birthday present was supposed to be?" you questioned him, and he shook his head from left to right a few times. “i was planning on confessing to you, but you beat me to it,”

is he hallucinating or has he arrived in paradise? he hasn't felt better in a long time. everything was surreal, and he is worried because he can't afford to feel the way you make him feel.

“so i need to change my plans,”

you snatched his sweater with a hard hold of your palm in a brief second, allowing your lips to melt together. in the midst of the downpour, you surprised him with a kiss and an affirmative response, which happened to be your change of birthday gift for him. chifuyu understood that you were the answer to the question that he has been asking all this time.

and if the sky falls from heaven above, chifuyu matsuno will know he had a wonderful experience falling in love.

“happy birthday, chifuyu.”

DECEMBER 19TH, 00:04

꒰+꒱︙@gem1nis for always sharing her ideas ALSO beta reading this piece! @blondbirb @chosos-angel

MQTSUNO. 2021 — reblogs are highly appreciated.

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Causing A Fuss-Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

(GIF credit to @hvitserkk)

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Requested by @elennox03 : Can you write an imagine where Anthony’s wife is pregnant and she’s at the very end of her pregnancy and he is trying to make her stay in bed and rest but she refuses and she’s somewhere in the house and she goes into labor and Anthony freaks out and then after the baby is born a little cute dad Anthony fluff?

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader, Hyacinth Bridgerton x Reader (sister-in-law), Violet Bridgerton x Reader (mother-in-law)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Pregnancy side effects, labour, mention of blood, fluff fluff fluff

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Anthony's strides were quick as he explored the house, desperately seeking his wife. Members of staff were ambushed with questions, startled by his tone. When he didn't get the answer he wanted, he would huff and storm off again. Where was his beloved? She wasn't where she was supposed to be.

(Y/N) laid back on the sofa as Hyacinth fanned her, the pregnant woman also fanning herself. She was just too hot, she was tired and her feet felt like they had been hit with a hammer. Her shoes were on the floor, it was far too painful to be wearing them.

"Thank you so much darling." (Y/N) said to her sister-in-law.

"Is it really that bad?" Hyacinth asked.

(Y/N) wanted to say yes. Despite pregnancy being an extraordinary feeling, the emotions and connections you made with your unborn child were confusing, there were quite a few downsides; the sickness, the tiredness, not being able to fit into your dresses or shoes, as well as feeling every single type of emotion everyday. But after seeing the young girls scared face, she knew she couldn't be entirely truthful.

"No, of course not." (Y/N) smiled, sitting up slightly."It can just get a little tiring sometimes. Have you ever held a baby?"

She nodded.

"It was heavier than you imagined, hm? Well, my baby is a little heavy right now. But they will be here soon."

"I'm very excited to meet them. I can't wait to be an auntie!"

(Y/N) melted at that."You'll be an amazing auntie."

"Here you are." Anthony entered the room, relieved to see (Y/N), until he saw what state she was in."What is wrong? Hyacinth, why didn't you fetch for me sooner?"

Anthony rushed to his wife's side, snatching the fan from his sister and fanning his wife. (Y/N) was irritated whenever Anthony was like this, it was sweet that he cared, but her fuse was short. She was resting, not bed ridden.

"I am not returning to bed Anthony. I do not wish to bicker with you." (Y/N) made it clear."I am just hot, that is all."

"The doctor advised that you stay in bed for most of the day-"

"Anthony, I cannot stay cooped up all day, laying down and doing nothing. I would go simply mad. And I have spoken to friends who are or have been pregnant, none of them did that."

"They are not professionally trained."

"That doctor has never carried a baby."

"(Y/N) said it isn't that heavy." Hyacinth spoke up.

Anthony slowly turned his head to his sister. "This is a matter for the grown ups. Go and...play somewhere."

Hyacinth knew better than to argue with Anthony, rolling her eyes before leaving. (Y/N) pursed her lips at her husband's behaviour.

"Did I ever mention how amazing you are with children?"

Anthony smirked."Well, it's a bit late to be getting lessons on childcare, isn't it?"

(Y/N) giggled, taking Anthony's hand and placing it on her bump. Anthony loved touching her growing bump. It had been strange to see his wife changing shape before his eyes. He was so used to her body having run his hands over every angle, seeing it every day from the time they were married. But it made him fall even more in love with her, if that was even possible. Anthony could write a hundred pages expressing his love for his wife, and it would still never be enough.

"I still can't believe we're having a baby." he breathed out.

(Y/N) scoffed."Are you saying I've always looked like this?"

Anthony laughed."Of course not. But no matter how much you talk about such a thing, no matter how much preparation you do, it just seems surreal."

(Y/N) hummed in response, putting her hand on top of his."I've loved carrying them, but it is time for them to come out into the world."

"Still not saying whether it's a boy or girl?"

(Y/N) shook her head."I just don't feel one way about it. Not that I care about that, as long as they're healthy."

"I still say boy."

"You would."

"You just said you didn't care."

"I don't."

"(Y/N), please can you just promise me one thing?"

"Anthony, I am not staying in bed-"

"Stay by my side as much as possible. The baby is due soon and I want to ensure you are safe when the time comes."

"Oh, Anthony, I'm with you for a majority of the day anyway."

"I know but, if there are moments where I am not present, I want to have a sound mind that you are in safe hands, such as family or a member of staff."

"Well, you know I'm not going to be leaving the house, much to my annoyance. So I will be guarded all day and night."

"You're making it sound like you're a prisoner."

"I'm just being dramatic. I just want to meet our child now."

"Well, I can't deny either of those statements."

Anthony wasn't exaggerating when he said he wanted (Y/N) beside him at all times. From then on, they were seen with each other anywhere they went in the house. Anthony didn't go out as much as he did, and he instructed there always be staff in every room and corridor. She didn't mind it, however, as her due date grew closer, the more nervous she became. Unfortunately, that meant her temper was shorter, she became more snappy and tired, and she didn't want everyone constantly reminding her that she was about to give birth. (Y/N) tried so hard to not take it out on her husband, but because he was the one always beside her, he was the only person she could lash out at.

"Anthony, I'm sorry but I just need a few moments alone. I'll return soon, just...let me calm down. I'm sorry." she apologised as she walked away from him, having screamed about how frustrated she was.

She didn't hide her deep breathing as she waddled down the corridors, passing by staff that worryingly watched her. (Y/N) wanted to calm her heart rate, try and clear her mind. Feeling too many eyes on her, (Y/N) escaped into the nearest room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"(Y/N)?" Hyacinth said behind her.

(Y/N) sighed. Would she ever be alone again?

"What are you doing in my playroom? I thought you would be with Anthony."

She was playing with her dolls, three propped up in mini chairs, as was she, as they indulged in an imaginary afternoon tea. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at that, envisioning her child playing in this room.

"Sorry darling, I just...I needed some time away from the grown ups."

"Oh, alright. Would you like to join us for tea?" she gestured to the chair beside her, causing (Y/N) to laugh.

"I don't think I would fit in that chair, even if I wasn't with child. I'll take the rocking chair. You carry on darling, I'm sorry for the interruption."

Her aching feet carried her to the chair, cautiously lowering down onto it. She rocked her heels back and forth, though did so slowly in case it caused any nausea. Hyacinth continued her game as if (Y/N) wasn't there, but kept her voice quiet to be respectful. (Y/N) closed her eyes, finally feeling the stress lift for just a moment when a jolt of pain in her stomach startled her. It made her let out a cry, clutching onto her bump as she leaned forward. Hyacinth jumped at the sudden noise, suddenly frightened at the way (Y/N) sounded and looked.

(Y/N)'s breathing got faster and deeper, yelling out as an unbearable feeling coursed through her. Her hands wrapped around her torso, willing the feeling to stop. A shocked noise escaped her when she felt herself go wet in the chair, liquid dripping down her legs.

"Hyacinth, get Anthony!" (Y/N) groaned, thankful a staff member rushed in. Hyacinth didn't have to be told twice, running as quickly as she could to fetch her brother. She had never seen anyone in such a state, no one had ever mentioned this pain when having a baby. Tears were in her eyes as she finally found Anthony, who was standing with her two other brothers at the staircase.

"Hyacinth, what's wrong?" Benedict was the first to notice the little girl running towards him.

She immediately grabbed Anthony's hand, gripping tightly onto it."Quickly!"

"What's happened?" Anthony asked her her fretting.

"(Y/N)'s having the baby!"

A second of silence passed before Anthony sprinted in the direction his sister came from. He only had to follow the sound of screaming to find his wife. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, she was meant to be upstairs in a comfortable position, surrounded by women staff that were prepared. He halted in the doorway when he saw her clutching onto the servant's arm as she struggled to stand from the chair. He snapped an order at another servant who followed him. The doctor had to get here as soon as possible, and the other students needed to prepare immediately.

"It's alright my love, I'm here. The doctor is on his way." Anthony reassured her as he took her other arm.

"I'm in so much pain Anthony." she wept."I can't do it, I can't do it, I don't have control over my own body. I'm frightened!"

Anthony's heart was shattering into a million pieces seeing his wife like this. He couldn't do anything to help. He couldn't ease the pain. If he could, he would take all of the pain she had and endure it himself. Anthony was a mix of emotions; fear for his wife, excitement to meet his child, terrified at (Y/N)'a reactions and noises. It was all too much, nothing would have prepared him for this.

"Anthony, you must leave!" Violet suddenly appeared.

"Mama, I can't leave her-"

"You wouldn’t want to see this Anthony. Go wait for the doctor, we all know what we’re doing here.”

Anthony knew of the steps to take in this event, it was not proper for a man to be present during the ordeal of birthing. But the love for (Y/N) was urging him to stay and protect her, that was what he was supposed to do as a husband, not abandon her. They went through everything together. Now he was being told to leave because of societies rules.

Benedict and Colin were able to pull away Anthony easier than they thought, due to him being frozen and confused about what he should do. He only registered that (Y/N) was calling for him after they left the room. Fighting against his brothers hold, he ignored their please for him to stop. They didn’t understand. They weren’t married, they had no idea what it was like to be bonded with someone in this way. However, he knew they were right, he had to stay away. All he could do now was help her from outside of the room.

“Where is the doctor?!” he demanded to know from the nearest servant.

“H-he has b-been called upon, Lord Bridgerton.” they stuttered.

“As soon as he arrives, he is to be brought here, quickly! Gather pillows, as many as you can, and blankets, we must ensure my wife is as comfortable as she can be. She should have been giving birth in a bed!”

Benedict and Colin stood back in silence, shocked by the quick turn around in their brother’s behaviour. They didn’t dare say anything in case they were snapped at.

(Y/N) was clinging onto Violet’s hand as she screamed, hating the way her body had taken over and she couldn’t take back control. Violet remained calm, knowing that (Y/N) could do this. She had birthed all of her children with no complications, she knew how much women had to endure, so Violet was equipped with the necessary grit and vigour to help her daughter-in-law. (Y/N) was grateful to have Violet there.

A gruelling eight hours passed, filled with (Y/N) screaming, crying, cursing, pleading and begging for Anthony. It took every ounce of his willpower to not dash back to her, he would never forgive himself for this. He wished he could change the rules so he could be beside her. He paced with a strong drink in his hand for those eight hours, his brothers sitting down, trying to support him. However, it was getting late, and they found themselves struggling to keep their eyes open. Anthony had got rid of his jacket, sleeves rolled up and shirt buttons undone as he got warm, fretting over what was happening to (Y/N).

“Lord Bridgerton!” a servant exclaimed as they entered the room, trying to stay composed.

The men perked up, suddenly awake. Anthony noticed the servant was smiling, which made him relieved.“What is it?”

“Lady Bridgerton has given birth.”

Anthony didn’t need to hear anything else. He instantly ran to where his poor wife had been in labour. Hyacinth would never step foot in that room again. He pushed past anyone that got in his way, halting at the open doors to the playroom. The first thing he saw was blood, a lot of it, alarmed at the sight. But as he entered the room, it was forgotten about when he saw (Y/N)’s grin aimed at the baby wriggling around in her arms. His steps were slow as he approached, scared that he would disturb the peace that had finally fallen in this room.

“Anthony.” (Y/N) breathed out, clearly exhausted.

“I’m sorry.” was all Anthony could manage, eyes still fixed on his child.

“For what?”

“For not being here.”

“You’re here now, and I understand darling. Now come meet your son.”

Anthony’s eyes widened.“I-I have a son? We have a baby boy?”

The doctor who had been crouched beside (Y/N) smiled at the Lord, standing to give the couple their space.“Yes, Lord Bridgerton, you’re now a father and have a son, who is very healthy, just like his mother.”

Violet also backed away, beaming down at her eldest son. She had never imagined him married and settled down so quickly, she expected to have many more years of her son fooling around with women not of a certain standard. Once (Y/N) waltzed in, Violet had seen a change in Anthony, and hope was restored in the Viscount.

“He’s finally here.” (Y/N) smiled as Anthony sat beside her.

“He really is.” one of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, whilst the other supported her arms holding the baby.“You’re amazing. You did this (Y/N).”

“We did it.”

“No, no, you did this all by yourself. I’ll be with you every time form now on.”

“Every time? How many are you planning to have?”

He chuckled.“We’ll discuss that later.”

(Y/N) giggled, gently kissing the top of their baby’s forehead. Anthony couldn’t stop smiling, repeating (Y/N)’s actions to her. He had never envisioned this, he didn’t want to be trapped in this life at first. He had so many responsibilities dumped on him after his father died, he wanted to make sure his family was secure and have the freedom for himself; until he met (Y/N), and suddenly, he could see his entire future planned in front of him with this woman. He never fathomed that his heart could give anymore love for anyone else in this world, and he had been proven wrong. (Y/N) was the love of his life, as was his son, and he would protect and cherish them for the rest of his life.

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maybcnksgf · 3 years

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like i do

a/n welcome to my first liam dunbar fic :)

pairing: liam dunbar x reader

warnings: swearing, season 6 spoilers, the fight scene in 6x14, blood, mentions of death.

word count: 2.2k

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liam dunbar. the school’s ‘monster’.

he looked around the hallway frantically, listening carefully to make sure the rumours spreading through the school weren’t too apparent. he was so focused that he jumped when you placed your had comfortingly on his shoulder.

“just remember what we talked about. they don’t know you like i do,” you whispered against his ear, smiling softly when he turned around to face you with a nervous expression painted across his features.

mason approached the two of you with a relieved sigh. “okay,” he breathed out, facing his best friend with a reassuring nod, “not bad so far. this might be easier than we thought.”

“maybe,” he nodded in reluctant agreement, clearly not convinced. as the three of you began to walk, you looped your fingers through liam’s.

well, that was short lived.

the minute you turned the corner, everyone turned to look at him. glares and dirty looks were thrown towards the boy in between you and mason, and you saw his shoulders slump in defeat in your peripheral vision.

the looks he could handle. not that he was happy about them, because he was far from it. they made him feel like a freak, like a monster. but, they were manageable. it was only when you reached his locker that the whispers started. whispers that he could hear all too well.

liam tensed up beside you, and though you couldn’t hear the voices like he could, you could only assume the nasty words rolling off of their tongues. he turned to the source of voices, facing them with a hurt expression before frantically looking around as the sound of them built up.

“hey,” you spoke softly, snapping him out of his panic, “just block them out. don’t listen to them.”

“they know...” he whispered, voice strained in worry.

“they’re just rumours,” mason reassured, trying to calm down the anxious boy in front of him, “they don’t know anything.”

corey was then by mason’s side in an instant, bearing bad news. “they know everything.”

you shot him a pointed look, squeezing liam’s hand tightly in your own to calm him down before the anxiety began to bubble up again.

“two sophomores on the lacrosse team were there last night,” corey continued, referring to liam’s shift in front of the public the night before.

mason lightly shoved his boyfriend with his elbow as a warning, and scrambled with his words. “yeah, but it was late! it was pitch black out, and there was fog on the road-”

“it was a clear night. full moon, and a well-lit intersection,” corey interrupted, once again ruining the attempts to console him.

liam inhaled a sharp breath. “i have to get out of here.”

“no. if you leave, these rumours never stop. you need to convince them that you’re a regular kid, that you’re not the monster they think you are.” your words were hushed, bringing your other hand up to rub liam’s shoulder in a comforting manner.

“i’m not a regular kid,” he countered, voice shaky and cracking.

“remember what scott said?” mason added, “be clark kent!”

“clark kent turns into a guy with a red and blue outfit and a cape. i turn into a monster with claws and fangs!”

“you’re not a monster,” you replied calmly.

“just get through the day without shifting,” corey suggested, and liam nodded with a deep breath. he lifted an arm to drape it around your shoulders while yours found home around his waist.

“okay. get through the day without shifting. easy enough, right?”

wrong.

you watched helplessly as liam was thrown through the doorway of your biology classroom and hit the floor with a thud. a group of kids were gathered around, eager to watch a fight break out and potentially see the other side to liam dunbar.

you struggled against the grip of an older boy, huge hands latching onto your upper arms and keeping you from running to your boyfriend. it seemed as though mason was in the same predicament, judging by his protesting shout.

liam’s eyes flashed yellow for a moment, as his heavy breathing briefly sounded like a growl.

“get up,” nolan demanded, “get up!”

he managed to push himself up to a kneeling position before gabe’s foot made harsh contact with his lower back, kicking him straight back to the ground.

“gabe, you sick little bitch! leave him alone!” you shouted through the crowd’s commotion, and the boy on the ground struggled to contain his shift. “your eyes, liam. c’mon, you can do this,” you whispered, voice so hushed you were sure that nobody could hear apart from him.

this seemed to calm him down momentarily before gabe tugged him back to his feet by his shoulders. “what are you trying to hide, liam? your eyes?” he taunted, shoving his back into the chalkboard with a sickening crunch. “open your eyes.”

the room burst out into reactions and a cruel grin painted itself across gabe’s face. when liam slowly let his eyelids rise, you couldn’t help but let the corners of your lips turn up in a proud smile as the normal baby blue colour of his eyes shined through.

the boys, however, were clearly not too happy with this, because nolan immediately reeled his fist back and let it smash straight into liam’s nose.

your face fell as you thrashed around in the student‘s grip, furious grunts leaving your throat.

your boyfriend’s head fell back against the chalkboard with a pained breath, hand lifting up to wipe the crimson liquid from his nose.

“hey! let him go!” mason screamed, struggling against the crowd.

“leave him alone, you sick freaks!” you added.

“are you just going to let us do this to you?!” nolan continued, ignoring your protests as gabe landed another punch to liam’s face, this time hitting both his cheekbone and his nose. he dropped to the ground from the impact with a deep, painful groan.

nolan grabbed the boy by his face and dragged him back up to look at him.

liam’s nose was covered in blood, hair falling messily across his forehead as he screwed his eyes shut.

“you know you can take us. all you have to do is change,” nolan spoke lowly, his grip on liam’s head strong as he shook it with every word. “does your little girlfriend know that you’re a freak? that you’re a monster?”

you felt the rage inside of your chest building every second. “nolan, you bastard! i’m going to kill you-!”

liam choked back a cough, blood rising from his throat and coating his teeth as he opened his mouth to speak his first words while being in their hands. “the sun...” he sputtered out.

“what?” nolan looked taken aback, furrowing his eyebrows at the ‘freak’ in front of him.

“the sun,” liam repeated, peeling his eyes open and staring back at nolan threateningly. “the moon, the truth...”

the mantra seemed to gain him a slight amount of control. “come on, li. you can do this,” you whispered, the sound evident in his ears and his ears only.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“who cares?” gabe responded nonchalantly, shoving nolan out of the way and sending another violent punch to liam’s face.

this sent him flying to the ground, coughing and shaking in both pain and anger. his eyes glowed yellow for a split second before his head hung low and a guttural growl of agony burnt through his throat.

that was the moment you decided, you wanted to break every single bone in both gabe and nolan’s bodies.

“can’t you see how badly you’re hurting him?! he’s in agony! let him go!” you screamed, the student holding you seeming unfazed to the thrashing around.

“you’re fighting it,” nolan stated, ignoring you completely. the pained grunts and groans tearing through liam’s throat left the boys unaffected, and your eyes welled up in fury at the sight of your boyfriend withstanding such a beating. “but you can’t hold back forever!”

at that moment, your biology teacher, ms finch, pushed her way through the crowd, and all eyes turned to her as gabe and nolan halted their movements.

“do something!” mason shouted. she took one look at liam’s quivering form on his knees, covered in his own blood and shaking from the pain, and looked away.

“sometimes it’s best to let them work things out on their own,” she spoke, raising her hands in mock defeat.

liam’s head snapped up to her, eyes filled with disbelief before sending you a pleading glance.

“what is wrong with you?! you’re a teacher! he’s being beaten to a pulp and you’re just going to walk away?!” you screamed at her, gesturing to liam on the ground with a cock of your head.

ms finch looked at you for a split second before making her way out of the classroom. “you bitch!” you shouted after her. she froze in her place for a single moment, and you almost believed she would turn around and stop the fight, but she continued on her way without a second glance.

the moment she left, gabe grabbed liam by the hair, forcing his head upwards. his breathing was shallow, loud and forceful and agonising as gabe sent his knee flying into liam’s chin.

he fell onto his back and coughed loudly, blood spluttering out of his mouth like a fountain as he choked on it, though the boys didn’t stop there. they slammed their feet down against his ribs, taunting him and laughing while doing so, allowing his bones to break under their weight. you let out a broken and angry sob at the sight, watching as gabe grabbed liam by his shirt and pulled his head up.

liam’s face was completely covered in his own blood, tears were staining his eyelashes as he tried his hardest not to fight back.

something clicked within you at that moment. you sent your foot flying back into your holder’s crotch, and as you felt him release you and double over in pain, you bolted into the centre of the fight.

gabe’s fist was reeled back, about to land another punch to your boyfriend’s face before you grabbed his arm, effectively spinning him around. he still sent the punch, but this time, it was at you.

you let his fist connect with your jaw, and felt the impact of another hit as his second punch landed on your nose with a crunch.

“y/n!” liam croaked out, too weak to jump to your rescue.

he clearly didn’t need to, however, because suddenly the coach was there, shoving people out of the way with corey right behind him.

“what the hell is going on?!” he screamed, grabbing gabe and nolan by the shirts and shoving them towards the door. “back off! hey, get to the principles office now!”

your face throbbed in pain as you wiped the blood away from your nose with your sleeve, but you ignored it as you fell to your knees by liam’s form. his body heaved, and his hands gripped onto his (very clearly broken) ribs.

“what the hell is this? get out, all of you! i can’t stand to look at your faces!” the coach boomed, clearing out the crowd.

all that was background noise to you as you combed liam’s hair away from the fresh blood on his face with your fingers. he was still grunting in pain when the coach kneeled by his other side, a look of disbelief and sorrow evident in his eyes, which was a rare look for the man.

mason and corey softly grabbed liam by the arms and hauled him up to a standing position, coughs tearing through his throat.

you followed suit, lightly gripping his shoulders to help him stand. “oh my goodness, liam,” you muttered quietly, placing a hand on the back of his head as he caught his breath.

“i can’t believe you did that...” mason sighed, holding onto his back to steady him.

“clark kent, right?” liam breathed out, forcing a slight nod as a smile ghosted your lips.

“yeah, clark kent,” mason agreed.

liam’s head fell against your shoulder in exhaustion, and your hand laced itself into his hair as you silently cried with him in your arms.

“feeling any better?” you asked him quietly, sitting down next to him on your bed. he had an ice pack against his cheekbone and he was clutching his ribs protectively. he was mostly healed by now, but his body still hurt like hell. liam nodded.

“yeah. still hurts, though.”

you wrapped an arm around him, carefully avoiding his aching bones, and he let out a deep sigh before letting his head fall against your shoulder.

”i know you think you deserved that, but you didn’t. brett and lori’s murder wasn’t your fault.”

he shrugged, clenching his jaw at the mention of their death and shutting his eyes when you let your hand run through his hair comfortingly. a few moments of comfortable silence passed by before he spoke up again.

“you didn’t have to do that, you know. get punched for me,” he said softly.

you chuckled at that, causing him to look at you quizzically.

“you literally got beaten to a pulp and you’re worried about the two punches i got to the face?”

liam breathed out a slight laugh. “obviously. you can’t heal like i can.”

continuing playing with his hair, you grinned at him. “i’d take a punch to the face for you any day.”

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cvtqr · 3 years

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brought to freedom

pairings: eren jaeger x reader

content warning: hate-fucking, spit, choking, mirrors, fingering, orgasm-denial, unprotected sex, cream pie, degradation, rough, slight violence at the end?

the dim glisten of moonlight was the only source of brightness shed in that airship. the only person running through your mind was eren, and not in a good way. both you and he knew who caused that death on the ship, he just didn't want to admit it.

you cried, begged. you didn't even know what it is you wanted. revenge? for the perfect words to roll off his tongue? crying was pointless, it wouldn't change anything. it wouldn't change eren.

two days later, the look on his face remained the same... not moving a muscle. sure he looked different than the other night, but he was still the same. not the same as before he left, though. you thought you knew him before his trip to marley, you really thought you did. but that eren was gone, he wasn't coming back. not now, not ever. you had to learn to deal with the new eren. or you couldn't... you lived without him for all that time, you could do it again. even if you were to run back to him, you wouldn't be getting your eren back.

but eren jaeger was like a drug.

of course you could compare his face from the two different nights, you were standing right in front of him after all. you weren't supposed to be down here looking through his cell, they didn't trust you. being eren’s lover meant you would probably do anything to help him escape. they were really blind if they couldn't piece together the fact you wanted nothing to do with him after that night on the ship.

so why were you here, sneaking around for him? its almost like he called you through your head to come down here. you were always slick to begin with.

but it seemed like the man in front of you completed the mutual feeling. you didn't understand why though. you did nothing wrong, he has no right to be mad at you. no, he doesn't deserve to be mad. you wished you could kick the life out of him, but somehow it felt like he was the one stabbing a dagger into your chest.

“why are you down here, y/n”

you didn't know if you should react or stay quiet. “why not, i have nothing else to do... considering my best friend is now a rotting body underground.”

you expected him to release the same reaction as the other night, just a chuckle. but no. his expression didn't change once. a straight look, staring a hole right through you. he took a step forward, hands now wrapping around the metal bars of his cell. “i asked you why you're here, you must want something from me.”

“what happened to the eren i knew before you left. why are you acting like-, like this.” you felt the blood rush up through your body, hands clenching into tight fists.

“c’mere, wanna get a better look of your face.”

“what-”

“don't make me say it again.” you wanted to stay back, leaned up against the hard brick wall. but you were always so drawn to his words, it was like a spell just sucking you in. walking up towards the rusted bars, you stopped right in front of his face. his body towered over yours, looking down among you.

"i never loved you, so let our past go.”

“ere-” your protest was cut off by erens strong, rough hands grabbing you. one on your jaw, the other on your wrist. he pulled you up right against the cold bars, your face now roughy forced inches away from his.

“all you do is follow me around like a lost puppy, you were always so dependent on me.” forcing your mouth open with his thumb, he gathered a glob of saliva in his mouth, before spitting it down your throat.

this was the first time you've tasted any of him in months. it felt so nice, warm. you wanted to swallow it, so badly. but you were strong, especially after what he's pulling. not letting the saliva in your mouth for another second, you spit it out all over eren’s pants. again, you expected a reaction out of him... but no. nothing.

he let you out of his grip, sending you stumbling backwards. you turned your back to eren, as you coughed up any spit that traveled down your throat. returning your graze with eren’s, your eyes were no longer separated by metal bars. the door was swung wide open, key dangling from eren’s finger.

you froze in your tracks, too scared to do anything. you wanted to scream out for help, but nothing formed when your lips slightly parted. not giving you another second to think, eren pounced onto you, pushing your body back into the brick wall. he brought one hand to roughly cover your mouth, the other to squeeze your throat just enough to make you light headed.

“scream, and ill snap this little throat of yours.”

feeling your heart beat faster than you thought was possible, you knew this was it. he was going to end you off now, or you'd die from being in his way.

but eren had a different plan for you.

he couldn't help but get excited, looking at you. your eyes were so glassy, tears falling down as you fearfully looked up into his eyes. something to do with the sense of power he had over you, just riled him up even more.

loosening the grip around your neck, he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. letting your breath loosen up, you didn't break the eye contact being held with his empty eyes.

right when he shoved his knee between your legs, you knew what was about to happen. no words spoken, no words needed. he crashed his lips down onto yours, forcefully shoving his tongue down your throat. peeling the both of you off the wall, he pushed your bodies back into the cell.

the sex you had with eren before he left was sweet, special. he took care of you... not himself. he wanted to prove how much he loved you. but you could tell by the way his body moved, that wasn't the case this time. he didn't even feel the need to bring you into his bed, he brought you over to the small sink in his room. bending you over the wet metal, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath.

you dropped your head down, avoiding the mirror, as he looked right at himself through it. taking a deep breath, he pulled down the night-pants you were wearing, along with the panties you had on. he brought one of his digits to glide along your slick folds, teasing the entrance with his fingertip. slowly, he slid it inside of you, your juices helping it easily move in and out. you gripped onto the sides of the sink, as he added another finger. moving them in and out at a fast pace, he occasionally curled them up inside you. the feeling you could never reach by yourself, you haven't felt this good in so long. he took his free hand to sneak it down in front of you, slowly rubbing circles around your clit.

the pleasure was overwhelming. while he was gone, there wasn't much you could do on your own. of course, while thinking of him on lonely nights, you hands found their way in between your legs, but nothing could compare to the way eren made you feel.

“gonna cum-”

before you could even form the full sentence, the pleasure was ripped right away from you. his fingers pulled out of you and were brought to his own pants. he unzipped them and pulled down his boxers just enough to let his cock spring free and slap up against his abs.

taking the pre-cum seeping from his tip, he lathered it up and down his cock, dragging against each vein that ran through the shaft. he took your left arm and bend it behind you, pinning it against your back. with his other hand, he forcefully gripped your jaw, brining your graze up to the mirror. looking down at you through the reflection, he slowly slid himself into your cunt. eren was thick, with girth. no matter how many times you fucked, you still needed time to adjust. but this time it wasn't about you. he wanted to ram himself in and out of you imminently, and that's what he was going to do.

pulling himself almost all the way back out, he roughly jammed himself right back in. giving you no mercy, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, all while looking at your pleasureful pained-looked face.

each thrust had you clenching down harder and harder, squeezing and sucking him back in.

eren’s hand slightly shifted upwards from your jaw, pushing open your lips with a swift motion. taking two fingers, he shoved them into your mouth, sliding down your tongue.

“you're such a dirty slut, fucking disgusting.”

he was right. you were disgusting. looking up into the mirror, your eyes were teary, fingers knuckles deep down your throat, hair a mess. and the worst part? it was all caused by eren jaeger.

the motion of his hips slamming into yours got sloppy and faster as he let out a deep groan, straight into your ear. he latched his lips onto your neck, sucking as deep as he could. you tried letting out a moan, but just choked on the fingers still set in your mouth.

to no surprise, eren didn't last longer than a virgin. i mean you couldn't blame him though, how long has it really been? hips coming to a halt, he released his cum straight up into you. the thought of pulling out didn't even cross him mind, it just felt so good.

he let himself sit inside you for a few seconds before pulling out. he watched as his cum poured out of your swollen hole, dripping down onto the floor. of course he didn't care enough to make you cum, he needed his fill of pussy, that was all.

letting yourself fall forward onto the counter, your vision went black as you felt a strong impact on your head.

eren knew you'd thank him later, he was brining you with him to freedom after all.

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anotheranimewriter · 3 years

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Past to Present

Request: Hello, can I request ex bf ran when he was in high school with a fem reader that is now dating bonten sanzu pleaseee.

CW: Spoilers Bonten timeline, cursing, and uhhh a little angst and possessive claims from Sanzu..

Italics are flashbacks. This is also super long, but anyways, I hope you all enjoy it!

“So remind me. Why aren’t we going to our regular bar?” Ran asked in a rather bored tone, at this point in time he didn’t really care where they were going as long as a drink was promised. He wanted nothing more than to drown in exhaustion down a bottle of bourbon. “Cause this bar is a bit special, got a cutie who works at the bar.” Sanzu replied cheerily in a sing song voice, automatically setting Ran’s high radar off, forcing a groan to leave his lips, because he knew if Sanzu was off his shit, so would his brother, and one idiot was already too much to babysit but the two of them together was nothing short of a disaster waiting to happen.

“C’mon Ran, I just want to know what this ‘special’ girl looks like.. Don't be a killjoy.” Rindo chimed in as they all continued walking down the crowded streets filled with the many different nightlife characters. “We’re here!” Sanzu yelled, halting in front of a rather nice looking bar “Ahh, so this is why you told us to keep our suits on.” Takeomi noted flicking his cigarette onto the street, as Sanzu nodded before swinging the door open to the bar with all the Bonten men following in pursuit.

Walking towards the bar the men sat down beside one another as Sanzu leaned over the bar looking for his ‘Special’ girl, but to avail as he sunk back into the bar stool with a slight pout on his lips as he folded his arms with a slight ‘Hmph’ slipping from his lips “Where is she?” He mumbled to himself trying to rack his brain onto the different areas she could've been and just as he was going to open his mouth to ask one of the other girls there were a pair of soft hands over his eyes “Guess who?” She asked, and as those words hit Ran’s ears he felt a deep sense of longing grown in him.

“Guess who?” She whispered in Ran’s ear as he chuckled, bringing his hands up to her gently pulling them down as he turned to face her with a smirk, as she pouted “Ran! You're no fun! You’re supposed to guess.” She said, rolling her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her waist “Well I could have guessed.. But what if I guessed wrong?” He teased as she gasped “Mr. Haitani, don't tell me you're seeing other young ladies.” She taunted as he let out a soft chuckle “Well lucky for you (Y/N)-chan, no other girl could ever compare to you.” He replied bending down to place a kiss on her forehead as she let out a sigh looking to the side of him as he smirked. Ran knew exactly what she wanted, and he enjoyed teasing her until she was nearly pleading for the display of affection, and just as he was going to cave in and give her what she wanted the school bell had rung loudly above them.

She leaned forward placing a quick kiss on his lips catching him off guard before she turned away from him waving her ‘goodbye’ to him “Must you always be such a good girl?” He called out with a smirk as he watched her walk away from him “Hmm and here I thought that's what you liked about me Haitani.” She replied before turning down the corner and out of his view. Ran knew that she had him wrapped around her finger, and even though he was one of the ruthless brothers of Roppongi, that never mattered to her nor did it change how she viewed him to her he was Ran Haitani, the boy that had stolen her heart, the boy that made her heart jump and took her breath away and for Ran that was enough. She was all he needed, and he couldn't imagine having someone else, all he needed was his brother and her.

But sadly for them, their happiness would not last that long, it was their official 1 year anniversary of their relationship when things took a turn for the worse. Ran and Rindo had gotten into a street brawl with a few others, they were defending their streets of Roppongi and their reputation, with a manic smirk Ran looked over to his brother who returned his expression as they took out the trash. Just as Ran wiped the blood from his chin he took out his phone to check if he had any notifications, and once the light turned on he raised an eyebrow at all the messages and calls he had missed from (Y/N). “Shit.” He mumbled to himself as he looked towards his brother who simply nodded as a signal to let Ran know he would do the dirty work.

Making his way to her home through the dark back streets and as he neared her house he saw her sitting on her stoop with a sweater wrapped around her “(Y/N). I’m sorry I’m late.” Ran said walking towards her on the porch as she shook her head “You’re sorry? You're late? Ran, where were you?” She asked as Ran stopped and stood in front of her giving her a bored expression “I had to defend me and my brother's honor.” He replied calmly as she let out a dry laugh “Now let me ask you another question. What's today Ran?” She asked, finally meeting his eyes as he took quick notice of the tear stains running along her face.

He stood there trying to rack his brain to see if he could figure out what exactly was so important that she would be crying on her porch, and just as he was going to open his mouth she quickly laughed hysterically “You don't even know do you?” She questioned as Ran stood there with his same stoic facial expression as her body began to shake “Let me bandage you put one last time Ran.” She sighed softly as he shook his head “Why is today so important to you?” He asked wanting to know what exactly was going on. “Today wasn’t just important to me… well I mean now I guess it was.” She mumbled to herself as she looked over at Ran once more “We’ve been together for a year, starting today Ran.” She said, with no anger in her voice, only pure hurt.

“Oh, well then I do apologize for being late.” He replied nonchalantly, he knew he screwed up but he also saw from her body language there was no turning back. There had been nothing but signs over the past weeks, signs of their equal distances, their detachment, but he only took it as her understanding his duties to his brother and those who served under them, he would've never guessed that she was preparing herself for his own defeat. He walked up to her porch slowly as she walked into her home, closing the door behind him and once the door was shut no words were shared between the two of them. It was the last night Ran knew true happiness and love, and he ripped it away from himself with his neglect.

“(Y/N)?” Sanzu teased as he spun in his bar stool grabbing her waist as she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck as he smiled, kissing her neck as he pulled her closer to him. Once Ran had heard that laugh, all their memories poured in like a movie, it was their movie, young and in love, happy and short lived. “Guys, this is my special girl. (Y/N) these are my co-workers.” Sanzu said turning to face everyone as she was forced to shift with him due to his tight embrace, she smiled at all of the men giving them a slight wave but she felt her body tense up when she was met with a familiar set of eyes “Whoa, you okay there doll? Sanzu asked, rubbing her hips softly as she let out a nervous chuckle “Yeah, I’m okay. I should get ready for my shift.” She replied calmly, turning her face to kiss his cheek before walking into the back.

“So your special girl? She's one of your little playthings Sanzu?” Kakucho asked as he rested his elbow against the bar as Sanzu snickered at the accusation “Nah, I dropped all of those cheap things, she’s my girlfriend. My one and only.” Sanzu replied in his once again cheery sing-song voice as the guys shook their heads in pure disbelief. Rindo lightly patted his brother’s back because he knew the multitude of thoughts running through Ran’s head were not good, because before Ran was the girl he let get away, and she got away into the arms of a ruthless murderer, who he has to look at nearly everyday.

“First rounds on me, boys. So order up.” She said returning from the back with a small apron wrapped around her waist as the boys cheered at the bar placing their orders “Are you on the menu miss?” Sanzu teased as she winked at him “Only after hours cutie.” She replied before walking away to prepare the boys drinks. As Ran turned to Sanzu he couldn't help but feel the pull in his chest as he took note of Sanzu’s eyes, those same eyes Ran once looked at her with, the eyes of love. Only for Ran it was a love he had lost and Sanzu had gained.

“Still drink Bourbon?” (Y/N) asked placing the best glass in front of Ran as he stared at her in confusion, she let out a soft sigh before leaning over the bar to be at ear level. “Sometimes, the things the people you loved, loved, just stick with you.” She whispered as she backed away from him to give his brother a hug, causing Ran to look over at Sanzu who didn’t wear the best reaction but he was necessarily surprised towards her actions with the Haitani brothers. “Rindo told me. He told me the minute I locked eyes with her at the shopping center, and even knowing what I did, I couldn’t stop myself.

I had to understand how the great Ran Haitani could just walk away from a woman like her, and as the simple importu late night visits became late night dates, which led to actual dates, I couldn’t wrap my head around it.” Sanzu commented slowly, circling his finger around the rim of his glass “But now that I have her, I don’t care to know. She’s mine now Haitani, and even though I have a small ounce of respect for you, I will not hesitate to put a bullet through your skull if you get out of line.” Sanzu finished not once raising his voice to cause any alarm between the men, but she knew something was off as she placed her hand over Sanzu’s, and without any words spoken he immediately understood her stance as he flipped their hands over to raise her side to his lips placing a soft kiss on her skin.

“I’m behaving princess.” He said winking at her as she raised an eyebrow to scowl him but decided against it as she carefully removed her hand to attend to the others at the bar. Ran looked between her and Sanzu during their little interaction and he couldn’t help but feel the sting in his chest, as he knew once upon a time it was him giving her that look, and no one else, just her and him. But now it seems like it was nothing short of a dream.

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1- Love your writing it’s *chefs kiss*

2- Can you write about how Tom is trying to get the attention of Hufflepuff reader by actually being nice like buying them flowers,telling them they look nice, always offering to help them. But he does it in a grouchy way and at the end it’s just fluffy. 👉🏽👈🏽

Holy shit this is just the most. Yes. Yes yes yes.

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An Easy Mistake

Summary: Tom keeps trying to be nice to Hufflepuff Reader, but somehow it always seems to go wrong...

Wordcount: 1.6k

Content warning: none

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“Is that Riddle?” Sebastian asks in sceptical disbelief.

Your whole group look around at once to see that yes, indeed it is Riddle coming towards you where you’re set up at a large table in the corner of the library, chatting more than you’re studying.

“What in Merlin’s name does he want?” Cecil mutters, shaking his head incredulously, the golden frames of his glasses gleaming against his dark skin.

“Maybe he’s going to tell us off for talking in the library,” Ethel giggles, blushing nearly as red as her hair as she glances Riddle’s way again.

“He’s quite pretty, isn’t he,” you say under your breath, giving Sebastian a cheeky look, “shame his face is hidden by a book half the time –”

“ – and kissing Slughorn’s arse the rest of it,” Seb interjects.

You both descend into giggles and Cecil pointedly thumps your shoulder right as Riddle arrives before you.

“Hello,” you say loudly, ignoring Cecil completely as you grin widely at Riddle.

Riddle blinks once at the odd display, looking supremely unimpressed. “Hello,” he says smoothly as he stands tidily beside your table.

Sebastian kicks you under the table and you kick him back so hard that he chokes on a laugh. Riddle shoots him a sharp look and Seb attempts to school his expression into something composed (with very modest success) as you continue to grin blandly at Riddle.

“Might I have a word?” Riddle says coolly, his gaze swivelling back to you. He looks like he’s already regretting approaching you.

The other three immediately duck their head to hide their snickers as you gawp at Riddle, utterly bemused. “I suppose...” you say as you slowly stand.

He nods and walks off down a nearby aisle. You follow, giving your friends a baffled look over your shoulder – they shrug back theatrically, and then you turn the corner to find Riddle pulling something out of his bag.

“Here,” he says smoothly, handing out a small stack of parchments.

You take them automatically, scanning the first one. “Notes? On Delphi’s Brew?” you ask slowly, raising a questioning brow as you glance up at him.

“Yes,” Riddle says, sliding the clasp of his bag back into a place with a sharp click, “my notes. I heard that you’re attending Slughorn this weekend whilst he makes it.”

You stare at him a moment, unable to fathom how he knew about your extra credit assignment. “And… and why exactly are you giving me these…?” you ask, confused.

“To make sure that you do so correctly,” he says curtly, looking irritated.

You narrow your eyes and hold his notes back out to him. “Thanks,” you say coolly, “but I think I’ll manage.”

Riddle stares at you blankly. You hold them out a bit more and raise your brows. Something hard falls across Riddle’s face and he snatches them back. “Is there a particular reason you’re refusing my guidance?” he snaps.

“Very bold of you to assume I need guidance, Riddle,” you say sharply. “Is this because I’m a Hufflepuff?”

“No, it’s because Delphi’s Brew is an incredibly complex potion that only the most proficient Potioneers attempt,” Riddle says, just as sharp.

“Is that so?” you say, crossing your arms, “And why exactly did you assume that I’d need extra assistance rather than just raising your estimation of my Potions skills?”

“I was trying to help,” Riddle hisses.

“Perhaps you should offer Slughorn your notes then,” you say loudly, “considering I’m the one making it and Slughorn’s attending me.”

You wheel around and stalk back to your friends, sitting down angrily.

“What did he want?” Ethel asks quickly.

“To condescendingly insult my intelligence,” you grumble, returning to your work. “Merlin, some of those Slytherin boys really think they’re a cut above the rest of us, don’t they?”

“Ignore him,” Sebastian declares loudly.

“Shame he’s so pretty if he’s rude,” Cecil says casually. “What a waste.”

“You don’t have to talk to him,” Seb smirks. “You can just admire him from afar, like Ethel.”

“He’s much better from afar than up close,” you mutter.

“Like a Monet painting,” Ethel sighs dreamily.

“Or a Flesh-Eating Slug,” Cecil deadpans.

You all descends into giggles again.

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“You’re joking,” you say disbelievingly.

A bouquet of flowers has just appeared in front of your breakfast plate, a huge bouquet of flowers. The garish, impractically large blooms are packed together and tied with a lavish green velvet ribbon, all wrapped in what looks like silk – it even has a few fairies clinging to the stems. It would have cost a fortune.

“Who sent that?” Seb laughs, picking them up. “Merlin’s beard, it’s hideous –”

“Is someone trying to buy your affection?” Ethel giggles.

You eye the bouquet disapprovingly. “I sure hope not, they must not know me at all.”

“This is hilarious,” Cecil says dryly, taking the bouquet from Sebastian and running his fingers across the ribbon. “To think, they could literally walk outside, pick a single weed and hand it to you, and you’d like it more than this.”

“That’s because that would take effort and time,” you say exasperatedly, “this is just...”

“Showing off?” Sebastian smirks. “Bet it’s from a pureblood whose whole personality is their family name…”

“Can I have the ribbon?” Ethel asks quickly, leaning forward. “It’ll look nice in my hair.”

By the end of breakfast you’ve given nearly everyone at the Hufflepuff table a flower from the horribly exorbitant bouquet – though the fairies linger around your head for a few hours before floating off out the door during Herbology.

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That Saturday, you step into the Potions classroom for your advanced assignment and just about turn around and leave again – Riddle is sitting at Slughorn’s desk, his eyes flashing to yours when you enter.

There’s a tense silence.

“Riddle,” you say evenly, stepping forward and letting the door shut behind you, “how… unexpected.”

“Slughorn was called away on business,” he says, calmly shutting the book he’d been reading and setting it on the desk. “I offered to attend you instead.”

“How generous of you,” you mutter, dropping your bag by the desk and collecting your cauldron from the cupboard before returning to set up.

“You look…”

You slowly look up, barely able to believe the words you’ve just heard come out of Riddle’s mouth. He’s looking at you with a supremely frustrated expression on his face, his eyes fixed heatedly on yours. “Yes?” you prompt disbelievingly.

“Different,” he finishes flatly.

You arch a brow. “I’m not in my uniform, Riddle, could that possibly be the difference?”

“No,” he snaps, “I meant…” he waves at you, his lips a tight line. “You look nice.”

You round on him fully. “And that’s a notable difference, is it?”

“Have I offended you somehow?” Riddle snaps, leaning back in his seat. “It seems that no matter what I do, you’re displeased.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I offer to help you with this potion and you act as if I’ve snapped your wand in half,” he says angrily, “I give you flowers and you pull them apart and give them away –”

“That was you?” you ask, dumbfounded.

Riddle’s eyes flash and he stands swiftly. “This is pointless,” he breathes, seizing his book off the desk. “I’m leaving. I trust you can handle this by yourself.”

He strides away and you watch him go in shock. The door slams a little too hard behind him.

You look back at the cauldron on the desk, your mind picking over your last few interactions with Riddle – and a horrible realisation dawns on you.

“Oh my god,” you whisper to your cauldron, mortified. “He was trying to be nice.”

Your head whips around and you dash across the room as fast as you can, wrenching the door open and skidding into the corridor as you frantically look around. You only just see a sliver of him disappearing around the corner and you sprint after him full speed.

You round the corner precariously, heart lurching at the sight of him about half-way down the corridor in front of you –

“Tom!” you shout, hurrying forward.

He stops at once, and slowly turns back to you as you slide to a halt in front of him, panting. “You – you were trying to be nice,” you gasp, leaning your hands on your knees.

Tom arches a brow. “Yes,” he says caustically.

“I didn’t realise,” you say, squinting up at him. “I thought you were being a condescending prick – you may want to examine why that was an easy mistake to make –”

Tom’s jaw tenses and he looks away. “Did you want something?” he asks through clenched teeth.

“Go to Hogsmeade with me,” you blurt out.

Tom’s eyes flash to yours, his tension melting into surprise at once. “What?”

“Hogsmeade. Go with me,” you repeat, standing up. “On a date.”

He stares at you. To your equally strong surprise and delight, you can see the faintest pink on his cheeks. “Alright,” he says quietly.

“Okay,” you say breathlessly, before giving him a cheeky smile, “just – no more ridiculously expensive bouquets, alright? Not really my style.”

He nods wordlessly, still staring at you.

You look back down the corridor behind you. “Listen,” you say slowly, turning back to him, “I… could use a hand with this potion… if you still want to.”

Tom blinks, and there’s a long moment before he replies. “I did bring my notes,” he says smoothly, a very small smirk building on his lips as he turns fully towards you. “In case you changed your mind.”

You snort. “I’m sure you did,” you say wryly, shaking your head.

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