#she missed him tooooo
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Kings get jealous too
Yall voted and honestly the thought of Jealous!sukuna was tooooo good to not write. Reader is black (happy black history month btw).
Sukuna does not like to share… or have anyone touch whats his why would a king have to?
The vibrations of my phone for the 3rd time was finally begining to annoy me so with eyes still closed i reach around the bed only to slap something warm and firm.
“Still here sweetheart” i hear the raspy voice of sukuna i dont need to look at him to know hes smirking and my eyes shoot open making direct eye contact.
Finally reaching for my phone hoping to get some sort of clarity i see 100 missed calls, 43 text messages, 17 instagram post. The safest option was to go through my messages as i try to gain memory of why this idiot was in bed next to me.
“Oh sweetheart do you not remember?” He chides cockily and i sit up seeing a picture that nearly killed me. My tongue out… against Sukunas sternum in a secluded corner of the club with him smirking devilishly at me and the next of him carrying me out his hands firm on my ass.
The club.
The club!
Housing yuji had been no problem at all, owing a favor to Gojo i was glad when this was all he needed. Yuji itadori was sweet kind always cleaned after himself and was a genuine pleasure to have around even cooking when away on missions.
The issue? The fact that he was a vessel for a 1000 year old king of curses that was a complete pain in the ass who gets a thrill out of you especially finding out i was kazumi Honoka and had i not resented my family could easily match Gojo or top him . The Honoka clan known for the most powerful flame and fire weilding sorcerers every few generations, squeaky clean image rich and arrogant just as the other powerful clans.
“Sukuna the only reason your not dead is because i havent found a way to exercise you from yuji i know for a fact i could kill you” i seethe only to be met with silence. I hated being ignored and he would do it on purpose as if his pathetic ass being housed by a child was better than me. Growling i pull a dagger from my waist band and swing it at Yuji necks who looks at me in fear but Sukunas mouth breaks through his neck biting the dager making it crumble into a million pieces as if it was nothing more than a cracker.
“You dont even know how to fully weild your cursed energy sweetheart, i could have you dead in 10 seconds and with the remaining 9 dance over your corpse” his mouth cackles from the side of Yujis neck.
This was a typical tuesday morning for us.
“Yet you’re only a pathetic excuse of what you used to be. King of curses yet you’ve been trapped inside of yuji for years how lame” i degrade a sneer on my face as i adjust my shirt.
“I— should we do something about this” Megumi ask from next to Nobara on the couch who looks concered and ready to break us up but not sure how plates of breakfast getting cold. It wasnt even 11am yet.
“No. This is a typical Tuesday it’s kind of like foreplay for them. Usually she ignores him or teases back unless she had a difficult mission” Yuji informs them before shoving another pancake in his mouth and of course he noticed the differences in our interactions i was the only one Sukuna really interacted with anyway.
“How was it?” Nobara looks at me and i sigh. I nearly died because i lost my footing tripping over my own tube of fenty lip gloss, how could i ever admit that.
“Pffft, struggling with a puny curse yet you think you could take me on? You make me laugh, brat” and thats what makes me lose it and ignite the fire flames on my hands my eyes matching as i do cause a groan from Yuji.
“I havent even finished breakfast yet can i atlea—“
I cut him off.
“Release him” i fume cracking my knucles making the flames bigger my breakfast completely forgotten about.
“Yeah release me brat so i can finally have my moment with her” he snaps back at yuji and this time I smirk the fire on my hands dulling.
“If thats what you wanted that’s all you had to say, it’s childish to be mean to a girl you like. Unfortunately you’re not my type” i grin patting Yuji cheek where Sukunas mouth was only to feel his sharp teeth nip at my hand.
“Youre nothing like the women i had keeping my bed warm just like you’re silly little technique you wouldnt know what to do with me” he chides back the two on the couch getting whiplash from how fast our conversation changes and how quick our comebacks are for another.
“See, foreplay” Yuji utters to them as he finishes his plate of pancakes satisfied with his belly being full leaning back on his seat.
“Well we were going to celebrate you getting back and figure you could use a night out since returning from your mission, but it looks like you definitely need it” Megumi speaks up motioning between myself and Yuji.
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Giggling with Nobara as we take a 6th shot of casamigos to see who would tap out first watching a woman try to flirt with Megumi who's completely oblivious or just awkward at flirting.
“What's the deal with you and Sukuna? Girl to girl like i didn't even know he spoke unless he had full control” she prys bumping my shoulder which i roll my eyes at. “Please Yuji told me how he always has an eye on you, always ask about you when you're not around and flirts with you relentlessly”
“He also pesters me” i add sipping the lemon drop the bartender placed infront of us mentioning it was on the house.
“Anything to keep your attention” she smirks while taking another shot. “It’s why he’s taken over Yuji yet instead of burning the entire world down he’s watching you”.
And he is, black tattoos adorned his body as he sits on the sofa eyes piercing through the crowd focused directly on me. Maybe it was the curiosity maybe it was the alcohol but i was tempted to test her theory.
Swiping another coat of lipgloss over my lips and adjusting my shirt so my boobs were perked up with a quick hair fluff i turn to the guy at the end of the bar Whos been covering our tab for drinks.
“Hello handsome” i grin taking the stool next to him watching the instant lust build in his eyes. I could still
Feel his eyes on me and its only right to give him a show.
The man on the stool looks over at me, double taking before adjusting his posture to give me his full attention.
“My my tonight must be my lucky night an angel like you gracing me with your presence” he praises the strong smell of alcohol on his breath as he twirls one of my dark curls around his finger releasing it with a spring.
“Move” and Sukunas glare is deadly biceps rippling under the club light his shirt long gone.
“Hey pal” the man says setting a hand on Sukunas shoulder unaware of just what was about to happen and i couldnt even warn him my eyes never left the king of curses.
Without breaking eye contact he grabs the mans hand crushing it the sound of bones crushing couldn’t be hidden by the loud music but i still could only focus on sukuna.
“Wipe the smug look off your face” he grumbles stepping closer the heat of his body rolling off onto me.
“Lord Sukuna, king of curses the almighty and powerful isnt… jealous?” I giggle watching as he takes the shot left behind by the man scowling as he takes the shot next to it as well.
“Dont humor me, he was weak and undeserving. Plus if something happened to you Yuji would never shut up” he… rambles? Oh he was so jealous. Fire literally comes out of my hand unless that man controlled water and in copious amount what harm would he truly bring me.
“So if i were to go home with him and sleep with him you wouldnt be jealous in the slightest? And i mean hours of letting him have his way with me—“ to which he scoffs rolling his eyes in disgust.
Sukuna wasnt a man of many words more so action so i could talk all i wanted but the best reaction id get was from action. And i knew just how to pull it from him.
“Not even if i did this?” I ask but before he has a chance i bend down coming eye level with his abdomen and drag my tongue from the begining of the black mark to where it ends on his chest smirking when i come eye level with him watching as something dark ignites in his eyes.
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When we get home theres not a surface left untouched that he doesnt have me against. Pressing me into the front door as he bites down my neck licking and sucking over my pulse.
“Suk—mmmm” the moan comes out of me as he tugs on my earlobe with his mouth his hands feeling like hot fire on my body. He begins to pull me further in but i pull back giggling at his look of dissatisfaction.
“I gotta take m’shoes off” im sure i slur my words slightly only to be picked up and placed on the top of the black velvet couch my feet on the seat cushion giving him easier access. Im shocked by how gentle he is untying the straps from around my calfs before he gets frustrated ripping them off.
“SUKUNA!” I yell watching the coy smirk on his face and he leaves a kiss on my calf.
“Whaaaat?” Before another kiss is placed on my knee followed by my inner thigh and right when i think hes going to go under my skirt he switches to my other leg the warmth spreading in my core and i wanted him to stop teasing.
“Sukuna” i groan but it instead comes out as a sigh feeling his thumbs massage into my inner thigh extremely close to my core as i feel his breath over my underwear.
“Tell me.” He grunts against my core the vibrations shaking my whole insides and maybe my body was just sensitive to him because i could definitely cum just like that. “Tell me what i want”
And hes placing kisses over my pussy through my underwear moaning and something about him wanting me so bad he would kiss me through my underwear turned me on even more. I’m sure he could tell because its not long before his tongue is poking at the sides making me shiver.
“Give me what i want” i counter to prideful to beg alcohol be damned the arrogant grin on his face doesnt budge as he pulls me down so im on the seat easily throwing my legs over his shoulders. Long fingers brush my wet folds as he hooks his finger in my underwear, a lewd comment about me being so wet for him my thongs were clinging to it in a way his tongue would replace.
And hes not lying, he places one long lick from my hole all the way up to my clit, a light swirl around before placing a peck and I feel electric. My head luls back as he uses two fingers to spread my lips open giving easier access to my clit which he sucks kisses licks and moans against.
“Fuck” he groans against it placing a wide open mouth tongue kiss on my pussy and i arch into him? Away? Im not sure my eyes slam shut when i realize hes kissing my pussy the same way he was kissing me against the door and the pure lewdness of his mouth being full of me. The wet smacking sounds were being drowned out by my moans and cries of his name and with a particular flick of his tongue on my clit i launch forward squeezing my thighs around his head which seems to entertain more than bother him.
“Eyes on me” he moans against me tapping my thighs twice and i couldnt even remember shutting them. His lips apply more pressure as my hands get lost in his hair holding him in place which seems to egg him on his motions becoming filthier with every flick of his tongue.
He pushes me back before his wide palms squeeze my thighs grunting as he continues his assault licking me in ways that would leave a mark on my mind before tongue-fucking me which is what sends me into the spiral of cuming for the first time. (And embarassingly fast)
“So delicious” he murmurs licking up every drop and i can feel my heart pounding in my ears as i try to catch my breath. It took him less than five minutes to have me in a puddle, figuratively and literally and my brain scrambled.
Pulling me forward by my chin he places an aggressive kiss on my lips leaving me dizzy as i taste myself on his lips until he quickly pulls back standing up beckoning me to follow him.
“We need to get you to bed” he speaks and i miss the taunt in his voice taking it as being scolded instead which makes me stop the cold of the hallway floor settling on the pads of my feet.
“What?!” I snap and he raises a brow facing me the taunt evident on his face.
“Unless you want something from me, tell me sweetheart” And it’s nothing more than an attempt to get me to beg but i was entirely not going to. I would never, no matter how mad i wanted him to rearrange my insides.
“No?” He ask cupping my jaw roughly his thumb grazing my bottom lip rubbing the juices on my lip— the moment he fucks up.
Using my tongue to wrap it arround his thumb before sucking it into my mouth watching the desire come full force in his eyes. I release it with a small pop sound a string of saliva connecting his finger to my lip his eyes never moving from it.
“I mean i know you like when i lick your marks up your chest but what about down?” I whisper before my tongue drags down the black lines down to the waist band of the pants pulling them down watching his dick spring out yet the weight, length and girth stops it from springing completely against his abdomen.
My mouth waters at the sight and i feel myself sink down to my knees keeping eye contact wrapping my acrylic fingers around it. Theres a drip of precum as i slowly begin to pump that i chase with my thumb smearing it against the tip.
Removed from my trance i feel his large hand cup my jaw roughly and the other replace my hand over his length giving a few slow pumps so i eagerly stick out my tongue knowing exactly what he wants to do. He taps it on my tongue twice before slowly pushing it in my mouth keeping direct eye contact the whole time listening to the way his breath stops as he hits the back of my throat. He feels heavy in my mouth in the most delicious way causing me to moan and give a slight suck.
Its the soft groan that he makes that encourages me to take control pulling back slighty before pushing him all the way down my throat one hand at the base making a twisting motion while the other massages his balls this time earning a “fuck baby” and i almost tease him about it but my mouth was… full.
Pulling back once more for air i swirl my tongue around the tip collecting every drop of precum before licking my way down to his balls and taking them in my mouth. His leg twitches and his eyes are on me with a blown eyed gaze as i swish them around my mouth sending him a wink the smirk coming back.
“Youre such a— fuck… brat taking my dick like this in the…” he stops for a second going to reach for my hair and i almost send a glare until i realize hes just moving it off my shoulders. Hollowing my cheeks and sucking hes brought back to his words. “In the hallway, so hungry for me arent you” he growls
Moving my mouth back onto his length taking him 4 more times down my throat my hand replacing where my mouth previously was before continuing a bobbing motion. The pace of my bobbing matching the pace of my hand twisting before his hands start caressing my cheeks using it as leverage.
“Such a good girl” he begins stuttering eyes rolling back head falling against the wall. His hips began moving and im not even sure he realizes it and hes fucking my face at a quick pace muttering words in a language that i couldnt identify— maybe something prehistoric.
“Throat so.. mmf… so good, such a good brat. FUCk” he growls when i gag but doesnt stop for a second just continues his rambling. “My brat, youre taking every inch so fucking… so fucking” he holds my head in place as if hes trying not to cum to quick.
Shit thats exactly what hes doing!
Tapping his thigh to gain his attention, the same way he did to me I internally smirk the moment his eyes meet mine and I know exactly what kind of thing would make him release. Slowly pushing down until my nose hits his pelvis as I pull back I give him the longest blink I can exaggerate without looking crazy letting the tears prick my eyes without falling giving the base of his dick and balls a slight squeeze moaning the entire time.
“You fucking demon— nnghhhh”he moans as ropes of his cum shoot down my throat his hips twitching as he holds me in place trying to keep his eyes on me. after hes satisfied everydrop is in my mouth not a single one gone to waste He finally lets my face go before im being pulled up by the front of my shirt. His lips are on mine as hes groping me like my clothes dont exist his hands running all over my body pulling me in closer.
His tongue swirls in my mouth and its like a mix of both of us before i playfully bite down on his bottom lip feeling him harden against my hip making me grin. He likes it rough i could be as rough as i wanted and hed probably just love it even more.
My legs wrap around his waist the moment he picks me up walking the rest of the way to my room and placing me on the bed pulling me shirt over my head and to inpatient for my skirt and underwear he rips them off. Climbing over me he places a few teasing bites up my neck marking up what hadn't already been marked before pulling back slightly to line himself up with my entrance.
I assume hes going to tease but the squelch and sudden burn of him pushing in makes the corner of my eyes prick with tears only brought back by the sounds of his grunts.
“And you fucking thought id let you go hone with another man and hed have this view of you cock drunk already and all ive done was slide halfway in” he chuckles darkly and i look at where we are connected.
HALFWAY?
“Eyes on me brat” and my leg is thrown over his shoulder before he leans forward giving me a bruising thrust. Well clearly i bit off more than i could chew. His thrust are fast and heavy but not painful. He rolls his hips and my hands fly up to his chest.
Hold on what was this. He sends a handful more thrust just like that with the same force… no not force pressure and i can feel my mouth watering. These werent the quick hard and fast strokes i was expecting. Sure they were rough but—
His large hand throws my other leg over his shoulder pulling a high pitched moan from me and he was entirely to deep inside of me. Its a particular thrust that hits a spot deep inside of me causing my eyes to cross and i nearly push him off of me had it not been for our position.
“Ahhhh looks like i found that sweet spot” he taunts thrusting into it again and i bite my bottom lip trying to hold in the moans. “Cute attempt” and before i could ask what he means he leans forward so were chest to chest and if he wasnt deep before he definitely was now.
“Fuck” he growls against my ear continuing his assault my eyes only catching the way every muscle ripples in his back. He was making his mark and not just sucking and biting but engraving his self in my memory. Every thrust every roll of his hips its like he was trying to make sure i wouldnt forget drunk or sober. Its slight caresses that turn to grips, hip rolls that turn to strong thrust that rattle my whole body bites thats followed by his tongue flicking over them.
The orgasm begins to build and i feel the wetness already sliding down making him grunt picking up the pace.
“S-sukuna!” It rocks through me before i have time to warn him but he doesnt stop just continues to fuck me through it his chuckles a distant thought it my head.
“You were so jealous” i mutter through heavy pants the only thought i could hold onto before he's pulling out and i'm flipped onto my stomach his length pushed back in this time his hand snaking under me to play with my clit his strokes different this time.
His fingers are going fast yet his strokes are slow are taunting his balls slapping against me the contrast sends me into another orgasm my brain telling me to fight back.
“The next time you think IM jealous of another man some puny mortal remember i can make you cum in 30 seconds” he grunts in my ear and i know theres a glare on his face. But he doesnt stop he alternates the pace of his fingers and thrust making me moan out trying to hold back long forgotten.
“You look so delicious” he moans and the sound has my toes curling. He drops half of his weight on me as his other hand comes around grabbing my neck lifting me up so I can see our reflections in the mirror. His maroon eyes were dark and getting darker with lust as we made eye contact through the mirror and for a second my mind turns to mush the only thought was how good he felt with every thrust and pinch of my clit.
“Look at you… fuck falling apart under me” he grunts a smile building on his lips before he licks them gripping tighter on my neck. “You look so perfect taking my cock like this. Getting so… youre making such a mess on me. Youre pussy is so tight and warm and the way youre clenching when i talk… shit. You must like my voice” his grin grows and i look away but the way i clench around him gives me away im sure.
His hand moves from my clit leaving three stinging SMACKS. His grip grows tighter on my throat forcing me to look at him again in the mirror, his hand squeezing over my cheeks.
“Sukuna” i snap or try to but it only comes out as a stuttering moan which satisfies him.
“Don't look away” he growls and when hes sure im not going to try again he places his hand back on my clit.
“Im not jealous,” he tries to prove his point but it was lost on me i didnt even care i was in complete bliss.
“I can fuck you better than him. He was just going to turn into a boy and jackrabbit you. He wouldnt know what to do with all the woman you are. Me…JEALOUS? No im leaving my mark youre going to remember every touch, lick, bite, shit and thrust. Thats real punishment. Ruining you for every man after me. They couldnt fuck you like this” he rants a deranged look in his eyes before his speed increases and of course.
He wasnt some 20 something year old guy he was a 1000 year old curse with years of experience in torture. Brute force was a mere quick thing and nothing about this was quick.
“Sukuna im going to…” i whine kicking my legs feeling the pressure build up and it was becoming to much for me. I try to thrust back to push him off but that sinister smile grows the widest ive ever seen and instead he pulls me to my knees by my hip. It instead becomes leverage as he uses his other hand to push my back down creating an arch as his pace comes to the fastest its been all night finally pushing in all the way the tip hitting the spot that made my eyes cross again.
“Oh… OH” he chuckles as he watches my fist curling in the blankets the moans no longer quiet but loud screams im sure my neighbors would complain about tomorrow but i couldnt care.
“Feels good doesnt it, i should make you beg to cum, i should edge you. I shouldnt even.. fuck.. youre lucky youre so pretty i shouldnt even let you cum for even entertaining him. Were you trying to piss me off?” He growls but it all falls on deaf ears. My own shrieks of pleasure are the only thing i can register.
“But since youre here… under me and that stunt you pulled? At that silly little club? Ill be nice just this once brat.” He moans his thrust becoming sloppy as if the thought of me licking him turns him on.
“Cum for me” he pinches my clit sending me into my demise the hot ropes of cum from him shooting inside of me as his grunts get louder while he rides out our orgasms.
“Good girl” is the last thing i hear before darkness takes over.
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Sukuna isnt prepared to glance at the clock at 4:37am. Sure he wasnt fully sleep but being prepared for the brown skinned fire sorceress to wake him up 10 minutes ago for another round was the last thing he expected.
Sukuna loved every second of it. She wasnt like past women who wanted to made sure they just pleased him oh no she wanted to conquer him. find every kink, every sensitive spot any twist of her hips or clutching of his core that made him putty for her and exploit it. Biting him, sucking on his neck, hair pulls and even slight chocking— ok it was nothing slight about it at all, even when she pins his arms above his head he was losing his senses because everything was her.
She had the audacity to try this and look so fucking good doing it. It was no longer him fucking her but dhe was fucking him and damn did it feel good. She was marking him every inch of his body stating her claim and he nearly felt pride, his brat, fuck did she know how to get him going. So prideful she wouldnt even cum again until he did even if that means he did have to snake one of his hand down to pinch her clit watching her tears come down her face as she fights so strongly.
Sukunas proud and for a moments forget this isnt his body just a mere vessel but hes so proud of her he wants to drop his whole load and really claim her as his own but things are a bit complicated right now. But hes so prpud of her being so strong taking every inch and seeing the lengths of her stubotness but fuck does he want her to cum. He needs to feel the way she cums arounds him and watch as the cream builds up at where their bodies meet, he needs to see that pure look of bliss and feel the desperation as her body clings to his. But he can talk her through it.
“H-hey sweetheart, look at me” he growls angry she had him stuttering and with a sharp thrust upward to meet hers she whines looking down at him.
“What?! Y-youre —-mmmm fuck… youre fucking up my pace” she seeethes through clutch teeth pulling roughly on the hair at the nape of his neck his moans unable to be hid at the pure pleasure.
“Sorry sweetheart” he falsely apologized repeating the thrist again feeling her clench. “Just wanna say youre doing so good, taking me dick so good just like you should” he sits up watching as she adjust using his shoulders for leverage.
“Listen to it… every sound, squelch— youre gripping me soooo tight. I could fuck you all night, loose myself in it. Its so wet and warm and your taking every inch like a good brat for me, my brat” he breathes in her ear before bringing her jaw so theyre eye to eye once more.
“I cant wait to watch you cum for me again, make a mess all over your dick.” He tells her watching as she tries to close her eyes and he sends another rough thrust forcing her eyes back open.
“You have 5 seconds to give it all to me” he tells her darkly left hand going to her clit as a threat not rubbing or moving just pressing into her.
“4” and she presses her forehead against his
“3” he smirks as her hips become erattic the whimpers increasing from her mouth.
“Sukuna!” She snaps digging her nails into his back holding on tighter to him. He grins kissing the side of her head thumb not moving from her clit but pressing harder.
“2” and the wet sounds increase letting him know he was more than capable of talking her… counting her through it.
“I hate you” she moans releasing all over him sending him into an orgasm as well thrusting his hips so they can both ride it through only stopping when he feels her body slump against his.
“I hate you so much” she speaks through ragged breaths as he leans back never pulling out and he chuckles kissing her head again pushing her hair out of her face.
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“So youre telling me…” i trail off completely speachless when all the memories from last night come back and i can feel everywhere he touched like it was burned into my skin.
His arms rest behind his head the holds that cocky smirk and lazy look in his eye as if i forgot his moans.
“You fucked me like that because you were jealous?” I giggle once more watching as his glare comes back
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Angel Became Nightmare
Warning: smut, heavy smut, noncon, unprotected sex, yandere, stalking, obsessive, kidnapping.....
( All characters are aged up/18+)
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Minors Do Not Interact
Read those warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report....
I woke up early today. My friend, my old friend, my very close friend Shoko was coming today in my town. She was out for her works for years. After a long time we were going to see each other. I took a quick shower and wore a floral dress. Then I get my simple makeup and hair done and went out of my apartment and got into my car.
After reaching the station I sit on a bench waiting for her. I was looking here and there for time pass. Then I saw a guy sitting on the next bench. He looked at me. Snow white hair and blue eyes.... He was just like an angel. He smiled at me and waved his hand at me. I smiled back and waved my hand back. He was making faces to make me smile and then he laughed again.
Suddenly the train arrived. I looked at the train. The door opened and I saw Shoko coming out of the train. I run to her and hugged her tightly. " I missed you so much" I said. " Ummm.... Me tooooo" she replied. Then we started walking out of the station. I looked at the stranger again and waved my hand. He did the same.
After that I went to Shoko's appartment. She told me to stay the night there but I had work next day so I told her that I would stay the dinner. What we didn't know that someone outside of her appartment was watching me from a car.
I went back to my apartment and changed in the night clothes. I went to the bed when I got a notification in my phone. I opened that. It was an unknown email. It was saying " hope your day went well.... Wish tomorrow's gonna be as well :)". I looked at that for a minute and then went to sleep.
Then it continued everyday. Every morning there was a bouquet of flowers infront of my door. A letter in it saying " hope your day goes as beautiful as you are ;)". And then every night the same email. I thought someone was doing prank on me so didn't give it too much attention. Truth to be told... It was making my day good.
But one night it goes far. After eating dinner and passing some time with chatting with my friends I went to bed to sleep when my phone dinged. I looked at it it was a email from that same email id. But something was different tonight. I opened the email but it was a different message tonight.
It says " you're looking pretty in that sky-blue night dress, you should wear that more... ;)" panic grabbed me. Another ding in my phone . " Oh you wore same sky-blue lace pantie, naughty~ you really know my favourite colour ". I even didn't know that I was wearing a sky-blue pantie. I looked everywhere in my room if the windows were open. But no...all were closed. Suddenly another message dingged. " Trying to find me?~.... You just have to tell me that you want to see me and I'll be infront of you;)". I thought whoever it is he must be inside my house. I run out of my room grabbed my car keys and run towards my car in the parking lot.
I went inside the car breathing heavily. I can't think what should I do and what shouldn't. I took my phone to call Shoko. Suddenly a cloth was on my face. A male voice for my backsit spoke " oh I wasn't in your house.... I do have a duplicate key of your car....". I fainted.
When I got my sense back I found myself on a bed of a room. There was one dim light. Then I heard that voice again " oh... You're up~" then the male figure started walking towards me and when he came in the light I saw him. It that guy... That white haired guy I met on the station.
"what you didn't expect me?" He said with a smirk. A devilish smirk. Then he started climbing on the bed. I tried to got up from the bed when I realised that my arms were tied behind me. I panicked. He came near me. He was too close to me. " You don't know how much I'm obsessed with you.... from months....now finally.....I got you....all mine~" he said stroking my hair with that sceary smirk on his lips.
Suddenly I felt his hand on my thigh. I looked at him." You feeling good?" He said smirking. His hand started going upwards." W-what are you doing, s-stop." I spoke.he didn't replied. " you're so sexy, I can't stop myself from thinking that I just fucking want you and your pussy wrapped around my dick .... and want to make mine" he replied in a devilish tone.
with that he pressed his lips on mine. His kiss was so rough. He started undressing me. I tried to protest but that didn't work .
He grabbed my boob and started squeezing it and I moaned in the kiss. Hearing my moan Gojo stopped the kiss and crashed his mouth on my breast. I moaned out loudly."Satoru " he spoke " my name is Satoru ...... Gojo Satoru, darling". He started sucking on my breast roughly. The more I moan the more roughly he sucks and squeeze on my breasts." please stop... I'm beginning you please stop..." I begged. But he didn't stop.
After a while he let go off my breast. I was breathing heavily. He started undressing himself. He took off his shirt and pant. He was now only wearing his boxers. I can see the outline of his bulge through his boxers and there was a wet spot where the tip of his dick touched his boxer. Fear grabbed me by my neck.
His hand reached for my pantie and he ripped it off. He looked at my pussy with lustful eyes. He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and crashed his mouth on it, sucking on it roughly. I moaned so loudly. I tried to push him away by pulling his hair but nothing nothing nothing. He just continued his work. He pulled back and lined himself with me."please please please no no no" I cried. "Shhh.... don't be sceared...... You're mine after all " he whispered and slammed his whole length in one slide without any warning."ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I scremed."oh my fucking god god god god god god......ahhhhhhhhhhh" he moaned out feeling my warm wet walls around him.
His thurst became harder and harder. I was an moaning and crying mess."you are so fucking...ahhh .... tight" he moaned out. I was screaming, begging for help, begging him to stop...but nah.... nothing changed. The more I scream the more his thursting became harder.With a few more thurst I came. I grabbed the bedsheet behind me tightly . Feeling my warm wall clenching around him he came within a minute. I was already fainted.
" I claimed you as mine. Finally you're mine. No one can take you from me. you're always gonna be mine " he whispered.
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I'm thinking of sweetheart being the mother of task force 141 when laswell isn't there like in the middle of the night when sweetheart is sleeping and just wakes up when she hears the door creaking and looks at the door and sees one of the boys looking like they were crying and they ask if they could cuddle with then because they had a nightmare and sweetheart just coos at them pats the empty spot so they can lay on and sweetheart spoons them making on of the boys feel safe and falls asleep immediately while sweetheart is slowly scratching their head
And then sweetheart falls asleep and when she wakes up of the cod boys are in her room, asleep and she just laughs and gets out of bed and go make some breakfast and coffee or tea for them
Like AHHODHDHEBR like if ghost was the one he would have slight tears in his eyes or konig I know damn well he would be holding a tiger teddy-
Fucking sobbing on the floor for this shit
I AM TOOOOO WTF THIS IS SO ADORABLE 😭😭😭 König holding a tiger teddy that he's had ever since he was a kid is making me ferallLLLLLLAAHHHH
LIKE MY MATERNAL INSTINCTS ARE JUST KICKING INNNNN
And I'm sorry- all I saw was König and tiger stuffy and now this whole thing is just about him AHAHANA
Brown Palace and Grey Oceans
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(Help this got so long-- it always starts off funny and then i try to be an actual writer smh YOU'LL SEE WHAT I MEAN)
(I honestly don't know what König looks like... even the wiki lore isn't saying anything so I kinda just made him up myself 😅 like how everyone does LOL)
Süße Torte = Sweet Pie
Cw.: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFFY FLUFF
Word count: long. (IDK HOW TO DO A WORD COUNT)
Yk damn WELL König would open her door as quietly as possible and tip toe to her. He would second guess waking her up cause she looks so damn peaceful sleeping. Her eyelashes laying gently on her soft cheeks, the moonlight shining on her brown skin, making her look ethereal. But he needs comfort right now. The nightmare he had, he can't deal with that by himself.
So he would gently shake Sweetheart's shoulder. And she would SO wake up like a parent would: gasping for air, wide eyed and jerking back. He would step back and apologize. He thinks this was a bad idea but Sweetheart stops him.
Sweetheart, wiping her eyes and sleep in her voice: What's wrong hun?
König, holding his tiger to his side: Uhm... I had a bad... very bad dream.
He breathes in deep, tears welling in his eyes.
König, voice shaking: Can I please sleep with you...?
Sweetheart could hear her heart break. Seeing such a unit of a man be dwindled down to this... (I WANNA HUG HIM)
Her eyebrows knit together, sad that he feels this way. She scoots over and pats her bed. König sniffs, hand rubbing his nose under his home hood. (The brown embroidered hood Sweetheart made him for the base)
He squeezes in there, both of them getting situated in her already small bed. Sweetheart has most of the blanket, but König doesn't care. As long as he's with someone. (Sweetheart specifically)
He turns to her body, face now in her bosom. His eyes go wide, and he looks up at her. She smiles warmly at him. Her eyes go to the little tiger teddy he's holding in his hands. She coos at him.
Sweetheart: How long have you had that?
König feels embarrassed. He kinda forgot he even brought it with him, as it's his comfort companion. (His grandma found it in the attic and sent it to him)
He curses as he hides it behind his back, but Sweetheart grabs his arm. She holds the stuffed tiger, a cute tiny smile and round ears with stripes loosely sewn on the fading base. A big black button for the eye, but the other one is missing, it's just an opening. It's missing a tail, and some tears are on the body. A very old stuffed animal, but Sweetheart can tell it's loved.
Sweetheart: it's so cute... what's the name?
She's not judging him. A grown man, standing at a whopping 6'10, owns an old tiger stuffed animal that he has had ever since he was a child. And she's not judging him. Not laughing in his face and kicking him out. She's asking what his name is, with curiosity in her eyes. How is she real?
König, whispering: ....Hobbes.
Sweetheart: Pardon?
König, speaking a bit louder: His name is-- is Hobbes.
Sweetheart, gasps: Like from Calvin and Hobbes?
König, perks up: You know of those comics?
Sweetheart, giggling: Hell yeah! I used to read them constantly when I was younger. I still have them actually at my home! You could read some if you want when I go back.
König, getting excited and feeling better: I would love that, Süße Torte. Thank you.
Sweetheart, smiling and giving Hobbes back to him: No problem. Are you feeling tired?
He nods his head, about to take off his hood but stops himself. He looks at Sweetheart, eyes asking 'Should I take this off? Will you be uncomfortable?' She looks back him. 'The real question is, will You be uncomfortable if you take it off?'
König thinks on this. He looks back at her brown eyes. Her soft, dark eyes. Eyes that suck him every time he looks at them, entering the smoky quartz palace he would stay in forever. Eyes that always make him feel safe, wrapping him in the darkest color of silk. Eyes that hold many stories and love. Sensual, trustworthy eyes. He can trust her.
König: I trust you.
He takes it off and places it on the floor, face bare and open to the world. He could have sworn Sweetheart's eyes sparkled with actual stars when they got wide. His messy, auburn brown hair is swept back. Thick, soft angeled eyebrows nervously twitch under the hard stare from the woman.
And his eyes, oh, his round, gentle eyes. The ones that light up and shine when she looks at them. The grayish green tint reminded her of clear ocean water, wanting to swim in them forever. Eyes that hold many stories and many secrets. Beautiful eyes. He's beautiful to her.
With his crooked and scarred nose, he has broken many times over the years. Pink downturned lips, curtained over with a thin brown beard on a sharp jaw.
König gulps, eyes still focused on hers. They're staring into each other's color, too far gone to come back to reality. Sweetheart breaks it after what it felt like hours. She starts to laugh quietly, making König confused and a bit self-conscious. She looks back up at him.
Sweetheart, scoffing in disbelief: Who would've thought you were so pretty under those hoods...
He can't breathe.
Sweetheart, still shocked: I mean I never would've guessed. You're... wow.
She places her hand on his sharp cheek. Skin on skin. Warmth. He can feel it. Finally.
Sweetheart: You're really beautiful, Y'know that König?
He can't-- this- it's too much. Overwhelming. Her warm hand, the soft awe look in her eye, her scent, her words, her eyes-- it's too much.
He dips into her neck, hiding his face as his hands wrap around her.
König, beet red: Can we please just- go to sleep? My heart... my heart can't take much more of this.
Sweetheart giggles, wrapping her hands on his head.
Sweetheart: of course.
Her long nails scratch the nape of his neck, almost making König purr. He relaxes into her, molding his body against hers, as they finally give themselves to the night.
König woke up on an empty bed. The sunlight poked at his eyes, telling him to start his day. His hand feels the cozy sheets, where Sweetheart's supposed to be. Sweetheart. Where is she?
He rolls over but falls on the floor with a huge thud and a yelp, and her items shudder from his clumsiness. He grabs his hood as he gets up, stretching his sleepy body. How long was he asleep? It felt like a coma. But nonetheless, he feels extremely well rested, with Sweetheart in his arms and Hobbes-- wait a minute...
Where's Hobbes?
His heart rate picks up as he speeds walk out of her room. Are the others awake? Is she showing them? Making fun of him? No, no please no.
He gets out of his head when he Sweetheart in the living area alone, repairing Hobbes. She hums as she works with a smile, bonnet still on her head, wearing a big sweater and leggings with her legs crossed. She ticks up and sees König.
Sweetheart, waving at him: Good morning, baby! How'd ya sleep?
Baby?
Baby. She called him baby.
König stumbles back a bit. He shakes his head and clears his throat, an overwhelming feeling replacing the over-thinking.
König: yeah. I mean- fine! Good. Wonderful. I slept wonderfully. It was... I needed that. Thank you.
Sweetheart, chuckling: Of course! By the way, there's coffee and some eggs I made you in the kitchen. If you want it.
König, feeling his heart melt: Oh, thank you Süße Torte. I appreciate it.
She nods her head, continuing back to repairing Hobbes with her needle and thread. König relishes this feeling. The feeling of them being the only ones awake, the feeling of having breakfast made, the feeling of enjoying one's presence. It felt right. It felt domesticated. It felt...
Like they were together. In a relationship. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Husband and wife.
He shakes his head, almost spilling the sugar he was pouring for his coffee. He looks back at Sweetheart, still in her own world, being her. Being perfect.
Boyfriend and girlfriend. He scoffs, mixing his coffee. Please, that will never happen.
You're really beautiful, y'know that König?
He stops.
You're... wow.
His heart beating fast yet sinking at the same time. A small sick feeling in his stomach but butterflies in his chest. He collects his eggs and coffee and places it on the table before heading to Sweetheart on the couch. He sits across from her, watching her working hands, nimble and caring to Hobbes' tears. She sees him and smiles, showing her work.
Sweetheart: Look! I'm almost done sewing up his little scars. I also fixed his eye and tightened his ears and limbs! I need to wash and refill him, though.
She went on and on, rambling on what to do for Hobbes. König smiles. He hasn't done that in so long. He takes off his hood and places his hand on her knee. Their eyes meet, hers sparkling again from seeing his face.
König, sincerely smiling: I thank you for all that you have done for me. In just a short time... I feel like I found myself again.
Sweetheart beams. She's so glad she could help him out. Seeing König in that state last night makes her heart feel heavy, but none of that. He's happy. He's relaxed. He's grateful.
Her hand rests on top of his, and he moves his into hers, Sweetheart's now perched atop of his. The sun smiles on their eyes, their different colored crystals gleam bright.
Sweetheart: You're welcome.
They stayed like that, enjoying each other's company until they were sucked in.
Her Brown Palace and His Grey Oceans.
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Lil Bonus.!
Sweetheart: Have you noticed that Hobbes doesn't have a tail?
König, snickering: Yes, I know. When I was little, Krueger would fight me over Hobbes. And one day, he pulled on it so hard that he ripped off the tail. I cried for days.
Sweetheart:
Sweetheart, getting up: Imma choke him out.
König: Sweetheart no that was years ago!
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Watching La La Land with Simon
Watching my favourite movie with my favourite boy <3
Warnings: Crying? idk... La La Land induced pain
I tried not to spoil the movie tooooo badly, but that's harder than I wanted it to be with the nature of this fic... SO GO WATCH LALA LAND. Also this is the first time I'm writing simon and I... wow I really need to work on my writing. Any serious feedback is appreciated!!! I'm literally typing this at midnight instead of playing COD or doing my homework, so me noggin's a bit blended ya feel?
ANYWHOODLES!
ONTO THE PAIN
Initially, Simon didn't understand why you were so excited about watching the movie with him.
"S'just a movie, love."
You defended it against that implication, citing the various awards, amazing cinematography, acting, and music that somehow rolled into the best movie ever.
So there you two sat, bowl of popcorn and drinks of choice on the side table, lamp dimmed low and comfiest blanket wrapped around the two of you. His arm on the couch behind your head, your leg resting on his and your hips connected. He watched on in amusement as you sung along to the first numbers, surprisingly on-key with the fast-paced melodies, and wiggled along to the beat. A smile tugged at his lips, his chest warm and fuzzy watching you so happy over the movie.
He didn't understand why you squealed every time Sebastian and Mia were on screen together, or why you pointed out the color of Mia's clothes until the end, when you started sobbing uncontrollably.
"It's an engagement party, love, what's so bad about that?"
"He just missed her PLAY, Si! She worked for months on it and he had to stay at the stupid photoshoot and-"
You broke out in sobs when they broke up. Simon paused the movie to comfort you, dragging you into his lap and wrapping your soft body in his hard, strong arms.
"Shh, s'alright love. All movies have a happy ending, right?"
He knew he messed up when you started crying more, tears larger and trembles more prominent. When you calm down enough, through his kisses and soft strokes along your hair, he bundles you in the blanket and begins the movie again.
When it ends, he sheds a few tears as well. "Damn." He let you cry it out through the playing of the credits, wrapping you in his arms and carrying you to the comfy shared bed, Riley waking up from his nap and following into the bedroom. Simon laid you down on the bed, removing his shirt and tossing it in the dirty bin then kneeling on the bed to get between you and the door. He engulfed your frame in his, wrapping his limbs around you like a vice and shoving your face into his chest. He smelled of clean musk and cigarette smoke, his warmth lulling you into a doze.
Before you fully passed out, he whispered to you;
"I'll never leave you, love. You're too perfect, an' I'm too selfish. I love you, sweet."
His heart skipped in his chest when you returned his feelings.
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Welcome to The Villain’s World [Part Two]
Twisted Wonderland X Fem!Yuu
A/n:
Once again, this was written over my breaks. Good news though, starting next week I’m going back to doing 10-hour shifts instead of 12-hour shifts! So, hopefully after I catch up on sleep, uploads will come quicker. I already have outlines for every chapter aside from 6, and 7.
I know there’s not much focus on Yuu’s mental health/state right now, but that’s because she has Ace, Deuce, and Grim who went through the same thing, and was with her the whole time. Don’t be mistaken, even though I suck at conveying it, Yuu is shaken by this experience.
Content Warnings: Descriptions of violence and injuries, thoughts/mentions of death, panic, Ace redemption arc, bad writing, let me know if I missed anything!
Yuu and Grim stand in place for the plan, and Yuu fidgets, waiting to give the go ahead. They’re currently stationed about 10 feet into the cave, still in sight of Ace and Deuce (Who are hiding behind trees in the forest).
Negative thoughts start to swirl around her head like an unwanted background noise. Like the hum of an old LED bulb. Inescapable. Being so caught up in her thoughts, she nearly missed the monster’s movement from the corner of her eye. She jumps, and waves to Grim. He hesitantly takes the lead, jumping up and down.
“H-hey, monster! I'm uh... I-I'm over here!” He stammers out, before they both bolt for the cave entrance. The monster sets his attention on them, and roars out, “Grrraaawrrr! BEGOOOOONE!”
Grim dashes to the right, while Yuu skids to the left. At this point, the plan has to work.
“He's comin' our way! Yuu!” Grim yells out.
Yuu jumps up, waving her arms in the air. “Hey, over here!” She shouts. The monster turns, “Grrurgh? Thieeef thiiis waaay tooooo... Neeevvva giiive stooones! Neeevvvaaa!” Then it punches the wall of the cave. There’s a rumble, and some now loosened stones tumble to the floor.
“Eep! If it lands one of those punches, we're toast!” Grim squeals. Yuu freezes for a moment.
He’s right, but it’s too late to back out now
She shakes her head. “Then we don’t get caught! Let's lure him as far from the cave as we can.” She turns, and sprints towards the forest. She can see Grim scampering next to her, a good distance away. Behind her, she can hear the monster bellow out, “Begooone! BEGOOOOOOONE!”
She can only hope that the other two stay true to their part of the plan. Though, that twinge of doubt is stomped out once she made it to the marks she made on the dirt floor and skids to a stop. She yells out, “Now’s our chance!”
Ace jumps out from behind a tree and Grim spins to face the monster.
“You bet. I got this! One extra-large gust of wind, comin' up!” Ace grins, pointing his pen at it, and sending a large gust of wind towards the monster.
“With a side of Grim's blazin'-hot fire! MYAAAH!” Grim laughs, sending out waves of flames towards it.
The monster lets out a wail, thrashing about in the blaze.
“How's that taste?! With my winds fanning them, even Grim's feeble flames can become an inferno!” Ace says, letting out a laugh.
“Whaddaya mean "feeble"?! Ya really don't know how to shut yer mouth, do ya?” Grim asks, salty.
“The monster's afraid of our flaming tornado! Deuce, it’s time!” Yuu points out, as Deuce also runs out from behind a tree, pen in hand.
He takes a deep breath, “Just stay calm, aim carefully... and pull out the biggest, heaviest thing I can think of... Get 'em, cauldron!” With their plan in motion, and working from what Yuu can see, Yuu opts to ignore that.
The monster lets out another wail, and Grim jumps around excitedly. “Nailed it! The plan's workin'! Look, Yuu! That monster got smashed flat by a falling cauldron, just like Ace did!” Yuu laughs and scoops Grim up into a hug.
Ace scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Coulda done without the reminder, thanks! This has been one drag after another.”
Deuce, being the only focused one, starts running ahead, shouting back at the others, “Quick! While it's distracted, we need to get that magestone!”
Hearing that, the monster lets out yells of disapproval.
Getting the lead out, Ace and Yuu (who is still holding a slightly struggling Grim) run after Deuce. They make it to where they saw the stone, and while huffing and trying to catch her breath, Yuu sets Grim down, reaches forward and starts wiggling the stone out of the wall.
“Uh-oh! Looks like it's nearly wriggled free!” Ace points out in reference to the monster. Yuu digs her fingers in, not caring about the rocks jabbing into her skin, even when they start to break skin, causing blood to bead up at the tips of her fingers. She lets out a huff of air, ignoring the words of the others as she works at the stone. Even as it cuts her more, and splits one of her nails.
Come hell or high water.
Finally, she pulls it out with a small grunt. Grim, who stayed near her legs jumps, and shouts, “We got the magestone! Now let's get outta here!”
Ace nods, and leads the group towards the entrance, “Roger that!” Yuu picks shoves the stone in her pocket, then picks Grim up again, and runs alongside Ace. Deuce trails behind them as the monster screeches out again.
They make it into the forest, and Ace yelps as he looks behind the group, “Are you kiddin' me?! It's still coming! It pushed off all that weight!” Yuu checks behind them, heart almost stopping at how close the monster is getting.
“It's too fast! It's about to catch us!” Deuce huffs out. Yuu lets out a groan, and contemplates for a moment. “We've weakened it!” She starts, and slows down, “If we strike now…” She trails off. They seem to pick up what she’s putting down, and also slow down.
“Aw, fine! Let's just smash the thing. Try not to wet yourself, Deucey!” Ace teases. Deuce grins in response, “Same to you, Ace!”
Grim jumps out of Yuu’s arms, “I'm gonna show ya why they call me Grim the Great!” Yuu chuckles breathlessly, and as the others ready their pens she, once again, arms herself with rocks. Her hands, covered in dirt and a little bit of blood, are shaking, she notes. She stares at them for a moment, before the monster lets out a deafening roar that makes them all jump, and glance at each other.
Yuu, taking the initiative, chucks a rock at it. Taking that as a sign, the others start throwing their own spells towards it.
It seems overwhelmed with all of them attacking it, and just trashes about, swinging its pickaxe every which way. After some near misses, it winds up for another swing. Yuu supposes the others are too caught up in casting their spells, but she notices Ace is directly in its swinging path. Her heart drops, and before she can even logic out what she’s doing (and how stupid it is,) she’s dashing towards him, and tackling him.
They land with a thud and a grunt.
Yuu wants to shout, to scream, anything, but the breath is forced out of her lungs. There’s a burning sensation in her leg, and it makes her eyes water. She feels Ace gently roll her off him, and she takes a deep breath, signaling for him to join the fight again.
She must be delirious, because for a moment, Ace looked hesitant, and…worried…?
There’s blood dripping from a gash on her leg, and Yuu uses one of the rocks to help her tear some of the fabric from the sleeve of her shirt to tie around it.
After a couple of attempts, she finally manages to stand up on her own, and join the fight again. This time, she opts to stay in the back, throwing rocks and sticks from behind the group, targeting its head.
After what feels like ages, the crack in its head expands, and eventually its head shatters all together, sending the viscous ink it contained splattering everywhere.
The group recoils in shock, but they don’t avoid getting some on them. There���s a collective feeling of disgust as they all stare in shock, and horror.
Deuce pants, trying to catch his breath as he stares forward in shock.
“Is it... over?” Ace asks, unsure, and Yuu is sure she’s hallucinating again because he glances at her with worry written on his face.
“I think... we won? I think we did it!” Grim shouts, doing a funky little jig. There are cheers of victory, but Yuu just slumps into herself, eyes wide.
“We did it…..?” She pauses, and shakes her head. “Shared adversity sure brings people together, huh…?” She asks, almost mindlessly. Deuce chuckles nervously, “Uh... I don't think that had anything to do with it.”
“Yeah! Spare us the clichés, Yuu!” Ace says with a grin and a scoff, though it’s hard to take his words seriously since he throws his arms around Deuce’s and Yuu’s shoulders. She grins slightly, and notes that her hands are still shaking. Before she can try to calm herself down, Grim speaks up.
“There's no "together" here! We won 'cause of me! This is all from me bein' a magical genius!” Yuu nods, holding her arms out for her now adopted son feline companion to jump into. Once he does she scratches behind his ear. It works to calm her nerves, and he seems content with it.
Before she can, most likely, inflate Grim’s ego, Ace speaks up again, “Y'know... I hate to admit it, but... We mostly won because of your plan.” Though he tries to look apprehensive, his tone comes off apologetic.
Deuce nods enthusiastically, and if it were any other situation (a situation where he wasn’t covered in dirt, debris, and ink.) it would’ve been cute. “Yeah... if you hadn't managed to keep your cool and tell us all what to do, we never would have got this magestone. Now I won't get expelled.
And wow, is THAT a relief!”
Yuu nods absentmindedly. “I'm just glad no one got hurt…” Ace looks at her incredulously. “No one got hurt??” He points to her leg, red had started to bleed through the torn cloth she wrapped around it. He removes his arm from Deuce, and makes her wrap an arm around his shoulders, while the arm that’s on her shoulder shifted down to support her back. “That’s a pretty nasty gash,” he states.
“I mean,” Yuu starts, wincing, “That thing could’ve done a lot worse,” She mumbles, and the atmosphere turns somber. The group looks at each other apprehensively for a moment, before Grim changes the subject.
“Usin' all that magic made me hungry!” His eyes search the terrain, for what, Yuu didn’t know, but he perks up and jumps out of Yuu’s arms. “Huh? What's this?” He asks while picking up a black gem that reminds Yuu of a hunk of onyx.
“Is that a part of the monster we just beat?
It looks like... a magestone? But it's black as coal! I've never seen one like that before.” Deuce muses.
Grim, however, ignores him, and sniffs the air around the gem. “What IS this? It smells amazing!”
‘You can’t be serious.’
Ace stares in shock. “Are you insane?” He asks.
Grim, again, ignores him, and continues on his tangent. “Must be some kinda fancy monster candy that it was hidin' from us! If this tastes half as good as it smells...” He trails off, before shoveling the gem into his maw.
‘You CAN’T be serious’
Yuu’s eyes widen and she hobbles forward (forcing Ace to do the same), and picks Grim up. “Did you seriously just eat that?! Spit it out! Out! Bad cat!” She scolds, “Why would you just eat something you found on the forest floor!?”
Grim lets out a very dignified screech, and swallows it. Yuu freezes in shock, then deadpans.
“Are you okay!?” Deuce asks in a panic, while Ace stands there smugly. “That's what you get for eating trash!” Yuu looks at Grim, concern swirling her eyes once he starts letting out what sounds to be groans of pain.
That dies down once again when he speaks. “That... was AMAZING! Rich in flavor and full-bodied... Like sweet, fragrant flowers burstin' into bloom on my tongue. A whole field of 'em! Right in my mouth!” He smiles brightly, and that alone is almost enough to melt Yuu’s heart, but she stands strong.(with the help of Ace-)
“Gross. Monsters must have real weird tastes.” Ace theorizes, and Deuce nods, bringing a hand to his mouth in thought. “You might be onto something there...
Most humans don't take random stuff they find on the ground and just pop it into their mouths.”
“Are you sure you're okay?” Yuu asks, eyeing Grim. He beams, and proclaims, “Myah ha ha ha! Man, was that great!
Don't worry about me. I don't got a weak stomach like you humans do.”
That makes zero sense. But, okay.
Ace opens his mouth, probably to make a shitty comment, but gets interrupted by Deuce changing the topic. “Okay, let's pull ourselves together. We need to get this magestone to the headmage!” He starts for the path back to the school, but it’s clear he’s walking slower, glancing behind him to make sure Yuu and Ace, who is still helping Yuu walk, are keeping up.
Ace takes the opportunity to address the awkward silence that befell them. “Hey…so, about before,” He starts, scanning her face for any signs of anger, or annoyance. When he doesn’t find any, he pushes on. “I was kinda being a dick…” He starts, “But you helped me out anyway, so… thanks… and,” He trails off, waiting for some kind of reaction.
After not getting one for a moment, he goes to speak again, but falls short when she turns to face him with a scarily blank look on her face. His words fall short, and he waits. “That’s kinda an understatement,” She points out.
He sputters for a response, and after a moment he regains the ability to speak. “Hey, I’m trying to be nice and apologize here!” He shouts, not truly angry. Yuu resists the urge to laugh, but instead gives him a grin. He looks shocked for a split second.
“Nice? Sounds like you’re being cringe, Ace,” She says, unable to fight her giggles at the look on his face. Ace deadpans, then shakes his head with a suppressed grin. “It’s like you didn’t even hear me at all,” He mumbles. His mouth drops open in shock when he sees her shrug.
“Do you wanna walk on your own!?”
#disney twst#twst#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#twst yuu#disney twisted wonderland#twst mc#twst x mc#ace trappola#deuce spade#twst grim#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x yuu#Welcome to The Villain’s World
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Steve McGarrett is the gayest man I've ever seen, I swear😭. Hear me out. So I can't analyze his sexual attraction, 'cause I'm ace, so I don't understand any of that. But the way this man dates is so funny, but also sad. Like Catherine was his first real relationship, but that was so random and they never talked about what they were. In the first few years he only called her when he needed something and he didn't seem to miss her at all. And every time a female character gets introduced, that's his new love interest, it's the same. He doesn't even flirt with them, they just think he does. Steve cares really quick about people and then protects them with everything he has and is also very caring with them and I suppose the women think that's hot/attractive whatever and also that he's flirting, while it seems to me, he's just being nice. I don't remember exactly how he started dating the others but I'm in season 7 now and I felt like I could pinpoint the moment where Steve realizes, by the way Alicia's looking at him, that she's interested in him. I feel like to him it's like "oh, she likes me. So I guess I'm gonna go out with her." Like that's just the next logical step and not what he feels or wants. Like when does he ever win a woman over, bc he's interested in her by himself. I mean yeah he does flirt back when he realizes, but it's not coming from his side first.
I kinda wanna analyze his relationship with Cath more closely, but it's been too long since I saw season 1-6 and I'm pretty sure she comes back later too. So btw if I remember something wrong here, feel free to correct me.
(Don't take this tooooo seriously. It's just random thoughts I had in the middle of the night, I don't want beef, lmao)
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i drew the mercs, miss pauling, admin, and my tf2 oc on the plane to uni 😭
i did all of these a week ago and completely forgot to post them HAJAHAH miss p, the admin, and a rlly simplified ver of my tf2 oc miss lynn!! (zoey lynn hehe + js rambles abt her) under the cut
IM ACTUALLY REWORKING HER DESIGN RNNNN bcs i made her on the sims 4 LMAO and realised how much better and concise she looked, but i really wanna try and make her look like someone you'd js see irl? sooOOo tryna make her also recognisable from silhouette alone and blahablahblah tho she isn't the kind of character that would rlly make too much of a difference in the tf2 universe
i js wanted to make a loveable character LMAO who'd have more of an impact on the relationships and kinda the story?
i liked the idea of miss p having an extroverted bestfriend who's also her wingwoman bcs miss pauling is obvs an awkward lesbian mess who needs help in the love department, and vice versa bcs zoey is into scout and miss pauling is js so glad to have him move on n realise that they r better as friends!! and that he needs to be with someone who isn't annoyed by him 24/7 (IM SORRY, LWNAKS MY SELF-INSERTEDNESS GOT IN THE WAY HAHAHAHA I CANT HELP IT) also, i haven't rlly thought of any orientation for zoey... i'm thinking of her js being a het woman or js whatever u wanna interpret her as!! cuz her sexuality isn't a core thing abt her
she's an absolute harbinger of chaos who'd do anyt for money and some company (this girl has been hella lonely n stressed out of her mind and i'll explain why in an oc post🤭🤭) and even tho she never outright admits it, she does enjoy the freedom of violence she gets to have as a mann co assistant 😭 (which will ALSO make sense when i explain her background to u guys later on)
and bcs of her long experience w shady bosses and asshole customers she's had to deal within all the jobs she's had, she catches onto the administrator's whole thing with the australium fairly early into the job, but she's in tooooo deep now and is like "damn. do i get myself out of this fucked up job (that i am fucked up enough to actually enjoy) or do i stay bcs i literally have everything i've ever wanted....shit." like,, she did say she'd do anyt for money but at the cost of what 😭 [also MAN i wish we got that final comic so i can js make zoey's suspicions make sense??!?@ but in a way it js works bcs it's js this massive mystery that we don't even know of ourselves???? so likeee, im js assuming its smth rlly dangerous or smth bcs helen literally goes to the most insane lengths to get australium and finish off her final... thingy.. that uh DEBT is it... i forgot what she called it BUT WHATEVER BUSINESS SHE HAD TO ATTEND TO B4 SHE DIED QOABJASH]
OH AND YEAH, zoey hates how bossy the admin is and is an ass abt it at times, and the admin wants zoey gone so badly bcs shes an annoying little shit (which she is and honestly, her and scout can be annoying shits tgt <3) but miss p always convinces her to keep zoey BAGAHAHA and they do get things done much faster w zoey there sooOoOOo 🌝🤭
i mean she does try to kill both miss p & l anyway but still, she can't deny that they r both good at what they do
BWOSBQJS BYE I DONT THINK ANYONE IS GONNA READ THIS AHAGAH BUT THANK YOU IF U DID 😭 I HAVE SM ABT ZOEY AND I RLLY WANT HER TO BE LOVEABLE AUGHWGS
#tf2#team fortress 2#team fortress 2 fanart#tf2 fanart#tf2 memes#tf2 mercs#tf2 scout#tf2 soldier#tf2 pyro#tf2 demoman#tf2 heavy#tf2 engineer#tf2 medic#tf2 sniper#tf2 spy#tf2 miss pauling#tf2 administrator#tf2 oc
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I, like @mightymizora , will take a brief moment tooooo plug my own fanfics!
missing the mark (bg3)
Halcyon, the Dark Urge, is a very busy man as the High Primaster of Bhaal's church. Being on time for a meeting with his new ally, Enver Gortash, is a difficult task when everyone seems to be intent on stopping him from doing so. When he finally arrives, he wants to make a reverent display out of his associate.
(8.1k words, nsfw, DD;DNE)
“I haven’t even read it yet but I need you to know I read the tag “fingering the stigmatussy” and Literally Screamed Aloud.”
memento mori (bg3)
Enver Gortash interrupts Adin'hrae--The Dark Urge--during a busy evening to make a request of him. Smut ensues, but it is not loving or warm.
(2k words, nsfw)
“I told you this but I LOVE their fucked up weird little dynamic. I want them to kill each other, I want them to FUCK, I want Gortash to see Adin'hrae in his post-tadpole era and SCREAM at the fact that Adin'hrae forGOT HIM???”
i betray you like a man (bg3)
The Dark Urge -- a tiefling named Gabriel with no memory beyond a bruised ego and a honed instinct to kill.
The Morningstar -- an aasimar named Bedivere whom has been locked away in a monastery for nigh on twenty years.
Bound by inscrutable fate and the deeds of men who play at being gods, they are brought together after a fateful nautiloid crash upon the Sword Coast. From there, it is a race against the clock to uncover the cure for tadpoles that plague their company, and the truth of the bloody past that Gabriel has left trailing behind him. Whispers from dark urges plague his mind, while the earnest pleas of Lathander guide Bedivere's steps. Time and fate are both poised against them.
(8.7k words, ongoing, slowburn)
“You know how I feel about your writing already, but I'm going to say it here too, it's delicious. Your characters, the atmosphere, the immediate feeling of place and person - on top of that handling of the gods? Lathander a familiar mortal shape but not at all mortal. Vere and Gabriel stitched firmly into the tapestry of a far wider plan and suffering for it (as I am, I am hurting). You know I've got my eyes peeled for more, I always do 😌”
say yes to me (bg3)
Minor spoilers for Gale's Act 1 Romance scene. Piety decides that he wants to return the favor, and they decide the best way to do so is to show Gale his feytouched magic.
(1.8k words, fluff, yearning)
“okay it was cute. catch me giggling a little. i think they should probably kiss. stat.”
born again in blood (da:o)
'He looked down at the chalice in his hands; blood, tainted. He looked up at the statue of Andraste that peered down upon them all. He thought of her when she died a martyr. He thought of his mother, lifesblood, the breath she gave for him at birth. He thought of himself, a child, blood-red and slick from between his thighs. He parted his lips and drank deeply.'
A mostly canon-compliant take on the events of Dragon Age: Origins that follows the path of my Tabris warden; how he deals with the weight of responsibility while trying to figure out his own identity in the midst of a crisis. Picks up post-City Elf Origin.
(32.9k words, ongoing, angst)
“The insight into Mahanon’s will to live despite everything - and because of everything - is so engaging and adds so much depth to the story!!”
#teehee#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldur’s gate 3#dragon age#dao#dragon age origins#fanfic#fanfiction#bg3 fanfiction#dragon age fanfiction
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Hiii I love all your blurb works and I know that you're busy but could you please make a blurb about the reader who likes aaron but he doesn't know that the reader has a feeling for him so he introduce beth to the team and then the reader avoids him after that therefore aaron confronts her then she confess her feelings towards Aaron. Thank youuu! I hope you have time for this. No pressure. Love you besti!
A/N: luv you tooooo <3
“(Y/L/N), you are with me.”
You groan internally, your heart filling with dread at the designated pairing. You catch Emily’s eye as she shoots you a look of sympathy before you jog after Aaron.
It doesn’t take him long after you both have driven off from the station to ask the question you have been dreading.
“Why are you avoiding me?” He keeps his eyes trained on the road in front of him. You take a quick glance to your left as you suck in a breath of air to steady yourself.
“I’m not.”
“Not?” He scoffs, as his knuckles whitening from the grip against the steering wheel. “You’ve been avoiding me since the dinner at Dave’s.”
“You are imagining it Hotch.” You bite out, using his last name. It causes a silence to fall over the call - it was something you hadn’t used in a while, with both of you having gotten you to calling him Aaron when you were both alone, because of the close friendship you had started to develop.
“(Y/N),” he opts for using your first name, “if it was anything I did, unknowingly, I would like to know.” He pauses, before continuing. “I miss you, Jack misses you too.”
“You have Beth.” You snort out quietly, as you fold your arms across your body.
“Beth…?” He questions, throwing a glance over to you.
You nod, pressing your lips into a line, digging your fingernails into your sides to keep yourself from crying.
“I don’t understand.” His brow is furrowed, as he pulls the car onto the side of the road and into park, before turning his body to look at you.
“You have Beth, you don’t need me.” You manage to force out simply, your eyes trained on the road in front of you, as you will yourself not to look at him.
“(Y/N), I don’t-”
“God, Aaron, didn’t it ever occur to you that I like you? That I’m avoiding you because I’m - no, have been fucking in love with you for the longest time? And thought you might feel the same way about me - only to find out that I’m wrong and you have Beth?” The words fall from your lips, frustration coursing through your veins as you whip your head to your left to look straight at him, your eyes glassy with unshed tears.
He sits in stunned silence before speaking, his voice soft.
“You are… in love with me?”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.” The weight of your words crash down against you as you straighten, moving to unbuckle your seatbelt, the air in car suddenly becoming crushing.
“I’m in love with you too.” His words make you freeze, “I’ve been in love with you.”
You turn slowly to face him, a look of pain, bewilderment and joy on his features.
“Aaron…”
He moves to put a hand over yours, both of you staring at each other. The air between you is thick with tension, and his gaze flickers down to your lips, but you know he won’t kiss you, because he isn’t a cheater.
“Give me time to break up with Beth.” He mutters, his hand squeezing yours gently, your thoughts aligning. “I want to do right by you.”
#asks#criminal minds#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x y/n#blurb#aaron hotchner blurb
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𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - 𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 (𝟏)
𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃
he fell first but she fell harder
𝙊𝙍
two young adults become neighbors in the most romantic city in the world
pairing: kylian mbappé x fem!oc (brielle healy)
chapters 1-5
wc: 5.6k
- June 24 2019 -
𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 loud sigh as her eyes started at the building in front of her, key in hand, before pushing the door open and walking in. The young girl had recently just moved to Paris to bring her modeling career to the other level, meaning she had to move across the world, leaving her whole life behind. She didn't know anyone here, besides her agent, but it wasn't like she'd ever be able to go out with him and have a fun night out drinking and having fun. So, she was all alone in a giant city. Great.
Once she step into the elevator of the apartment building, she felt her phone buzz in her pocket, she quickly took it out as a man walked into the small space right before the doors closed. She didn't bother looking up at him, too busy answering her mom that she had indeed made it. Brielle slipped her phone back into her pocket before her eyes connected with the small screen above the elevator door indicating which floor they were currently on.
She watched with patience as the number slowly went up, until it showed 5 and the elevator slowly came to a stop. She let out a small sigh of relief when the doors opened, she hated small spaces, they made her feel like she was suffocating, like there was nowhere else to go. She quickly grabbed a whole of her suitcase before walking out the door, the man from earlier following behind her. She tried not to pay too much attention to it, telling herself he was probably just living on this floor as well and that she wasn't already being followed.
"So you're the new one, eh?" A voice asked from further down the hall as she was about to insert her key into the keyhole, making her jump a bit. The man spoke in French, now Brielle knew a bit of French, but this sounded like complete gibberish.
"Uh, I d-don't speak French." She said as their eyes locked together, and for a small moment she felt like she had already seen his face somewhere. But who was she kidding, she had landed her barely hours ago. Unknown to her though, the boy had the same thought going around his head, but unlike her, he was certain he had seen her somewhere. Where? That he had no clue. The man laughed a bit before repeating whatever he had said before in English this time.
"I guess that would be me." Brielle answered with a small smile before letting out a small laugh.
"I'm Kylian." He answered with a small, soft smile.
"Brielle. But you can just call me Bri." She answered in a soft voice. He sent her a small little nod before pushing the door to his apartment open and stepping in, closing the door behind himself. Brielle found herself staring at the spot where Kylian once stood, a smile still plastered on her face. Well, that was until she heard a door down the hall slam shut, making her jump a bit, but bringing her back on track.
Once she was finally inside her apartment, she let out yet another sigh. It had an amazing view of the Eiffel tower, and plenty of space for her to do whatever she wants to do with the place, but it wasn't like a home. She didn't have her friends only a couple of minutes ago, she didn't have her parents with her anymore, she had no one.
The box she had packed, along with all furniture she order where all in one corner of what she supposed was the living since there was a cozy looking fireplace. She took a few minutes to rest, before attacking the boxes and getting as many things done as possible for the today.
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kendalljenner i miss you already :(
briellehealy @kendalljenner i miss you tooooo
user25 oh she's living THE life
user81 no cause brielle in paris era is going to be iconic i already know it
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- June 25 2019 -
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 Healy girl got woken up by a loud bang coming from the other side of her bedroom wall she shared with her next door neighbor Kylian. She took a couple of seconds to collect herself before a groan slipped her mouth. 10:42. She had overslept way too much. The girl had wanted to wake up as early as possible to get done building all her furniture and empty out her boxes before having to go meet her manager in a small café right around the corner at 1, but clearly her morning plans would have to moved over to that night.
Once the clock hit 12:30, Bri slowly made her way out of her new home, making sure to lock the door behind herself. As she was walking into the direction of the elevators, her eyes stuck on her phone as she looked at the route she needed to take to get to the café, she ran into something, or more someone, hard.
"Shit! I'm so sorry!" She quickly as she looked up at the person in front of her, only to realize it was Kylian. He was already staring at her with a soft smile on his face.
"Don't worry about it." He answered her with a small laugh as she let out a heavy breath, trying to calm herself down, clearly stressed about something.
"Just know, you gotta be careful around here, wouldn't want to walk into the wrong person at the wrong time." He added teasingly, making Brielle's cheek flush red.
"I'll keep that in mind. And if you could keep in mind to try and be quiet in the morning so you don't give your neighbor a heart attack, I would really appreciate that." Even though her words sounded rude, her voice sounded angelic to the twenty year old football player. The girl standing in front of him almost had a small smile of her own, meaning there indeed no harm meant her words.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Had a rough morning and--"
"You don't have to explain yourself. Just try not to give me another heart attack." She softly cut him off, making the boy bit his lips a bit.
"I will." He whispered, his eyes staring into hers. The Healy girl felt her cheek become even redder than they already were before looking away from him.
"I really have to go--"
"Yeah, no, of course. Have a good day." He nodded before slowly walking past her making his way over to his apartment.
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"𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄! 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 to see you!" Mike, the girl's manager said as she approached the table where he was sitting, standing up to greet her with a hug.
"It's good to see you too, Mike." The girl answer with a soft smile as she sat down on the chair on the opposite side of the table as her manager, setting her coffee down in front of her.
"How was your first night?"
"Okay. I got woken up by my neighbor this morning, though. Besides that, things are okay." She answered honestly, even though she was trilled about all the opportunity she would be getting here, she was already feeling homesick.
"Remember, if you ever need anything I'm only a phone call away!" He said with a small laugh, making the Healy girl let out a small chuckle.
"Can you make my neighbor more quiet in the morning?" Brielle joked, making her manager laugh even more.
"Alright, alright. Enough funny business, let's get to work, yeah?" Mike said in a serious tone, taking out a planner her had prepared the night before. The rest of their time spent in the café was solely spent on making Brielle's schedule for the upcoming month, something she found very overwhelming.
"So I'll see you tomorrow night for that dinner, alright? Don't worry about transport, everything will be figured out." Mike said as the two of them walked out of the café an hour and a half later. The girl nodded a bit and thanked him before the two of them split ways, her heading back to her place while he got into a car and went who knows where.
As the Healy girl was approaching her building, she heard a very familiar voice coming from behind her. Turning her head, she saw Kylian approaching the building as well, along with, who she guessed were, his friends. The two of them smiled at each other once they both were in the elevator, but no words were exchange until Brielle was about to walk into her apartment.
"Hey, uh, my friends are going to be staying until late tonight, so if we're ever too loud just come tell me." Kylian said once all of his friends had made their way into his apartment.
"As long as you don't try and give me another heart attack tomorrow morning, I think I'll be okay." She answered in the soft voice with a small smile on her face as her eyes locked the boy's. Kylian's eyes softened a bit at the sight in front of him, and he truly had no idea why, I mean he sorta knew why, but he didn't understand why it was happening. Obviously he found his new neighbor attractive, who wouldn't, but finding someone beautiful was no reason as to why butterflies were flying around in his stomach.
Deciding to just ignore the feeling, he sent her a small nod before disappearing in his home, mumbling a small 'good night' as he did so. Brielle was quick to follow his actions, locking the door behind herself.
Throughout the night, music and small yells could be heard coming from the place next door, but mostly laughs were heard. The Healy girl couldn't figure out what they were saying expect for a couple of words, seeing as the group of guys were speaking a solid 5 amount of languages between themselves, obviously there was some French, English, she could hear a bit of Spanish as well, but for the other two, she had no clue.
Her night ended with her slowly drifting off to sleep to the sound of the all of their laughs, but there was one she could distinctly hear every time, Kylian's laugh.
- June 26 2019 -
"𝐁𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏!" 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 heard Kylian say as she opened her bedroom door to her small balcony. She peeked her head out a bit and saw that Kylian's door to his balcony was also opened as small whispers could be heard. The girl let out a laugh as swearing from multiple languages could be heard, as well as the sound of people getting killed in a video game.
She soon left her bedroom, making herself a cup of coffee before going back into her room and stepping out on the balcony, coffee in hand. Brielle sat down on the chair she had set up the day she arrived, her eyes looking over the city, but mainly at the big tower in front of her. The Healy girl was sitting alone out there for a solid ten minutes, before she saw Kylian walk out on his balcony in the corner of her eye.
"Exciting morning?" She asked as the boy closed the door behind himself, jumping a bit when he heard her voice, making her let out a small chuckle.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." She added once their eyes met, a small red colour taking over her cheeks.
"Don't worry about it. But yeah, you could say so." He answered with a small smile on his face, a light red colour taking over his cheeks as well.
"Sounds like it--" Brielle started, but she was interrupted by Kylian's balcony door opening, all the yelling and the sound coming from his television being heard as an older looking man stepped out from the bedroom.
"Kyky! Bro, it's your turn." The man said laughing, before his eyes looked over to the balcony over, Brielle sending him a small smile.
"Who's your cute neighbor, Kylian? And have you never mentioned her to us?" The man ask with a sly smile, looking over to his friend who was rolling his eyes.
"Shut up, Ney. Just go back inside and play for me." Kylian mumbled harshly, but Brielle could hear every word that was said between the two friends.
"Jeez, sorry." The boy, Ney, said with a laugh before looking back over to the girl on the other balcony.
"I'm Neymar by the way." He introduced himself with a charming smile, making the Healy girl smile a bit.
"Brielle."
"I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other around." Neymar said with a smirk, looking over at his friend after, sending him a look before going back into the Kylian's room. The boy made sure the door was closed before looking at is neighbor before sending her an apological smile.
"Sorry about him." He whispered, a bit embarrassed about what had happen and how his friend acted.
"He seems like a lot of... fun." The girl answered with a smile, taking a sip of her coffee after. Kylian let out a small laugh as their eyes locked together once again.
"Yeah, you could say so." He answered with a shy smile before the girl looked back over at the sight in front of her, a comfortable silence setting over the two of them. Well, that was until Kylian spoke again.
"Hey, I know we don't know each other that much, but i was wondering if you would maybe want to come over to my place tonight for dinner? Just to like get to know each other. Gotta make sure my neighbor isn't some crazy psychopath that's gonna try to kill me in my sleep." He asked, before adding a small little joke, hoping it would help him out. Brielle let out a small laugh before answering him.
"I'd love to, but I already have plans for tonight, sorry. But I'm free tomorrow night if you are." She answered with a shy smile, biting her lips after. Kylian swore he felt his heart do a couple of flips in his chest as he struggled to answer her.
"T-Tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow night." The girl confirmed, chuckling a bit at the fact that he was clearly a bit nervous at the moment.
"Cool. Yeah, that... that works for me." Kylian said, his French accent slipping up a bit at the first word, making the Healy girl smile widely.
"You're cute when you're nervous." She said to him, and the next he knew, she was gone. Well, not gone gone, he could still see her, but she had made her way back inside her bedroom, closing the door behind herself. The boy stood there for about a minute or so, his eyes staring at the chair where his neighbor once sat, before slowly making his way back inside as well, a big smile plastered on his face, something that clearly go unnoticed by his friends.
"Bri bri! Oh my god, girl i miss you so much." Brielle's childhood best friend, Mackenzie, yelled as she answered the face time call from her best friend.
"I miss you too, Kenz." Brielle answered, laughing at how excited her best friend was.
"I swear to you I walked over to your house like an hour ago to see if you wanted to hang out and your brother pretty much called me stupid. Like, how dare he?" The girl explained dramatically, making Brielle laugh.
"Well, he's not totally wrong." Brielle mumbled, teasing her best friend, who let out a loud gasp, throwing her hand over her mouth.
"You know what, I'll let that one slide just because i miss your ass. Anyways, enough about me, how's Paris?" Kenzie asked, trying her hardest to pronounce the city's name with a French accent, but failing miserably.
"It's been good, I have an event tonight to hopefully I'll be able to make a couple of friends."
"What about boys, met any cute ones?" She asked with a smirk on her face, making Brielle's eyes go wide.
"Kenz! I've been here for like 2 days!" She said in a very high voice, something Kenzie knew meant she was hiding something.
"Oh my god, you totally did! Tell me, tell me, tell me!" The girl begged, making Bri sigh a bit before telling her best friend about her cute neighbor.
"He's just my neighbor. That's all." She said, in a very high voice once again, making her best friend roll her eyes.
"Well, clearly he isn't just your neighbor, Bri. You know, we're like sisters, I'll find out one way or another what's really going on, love." Mackenzie answered with sass, making the Healy girl let out a loud sigh.
"I mean, he's cute..."
"And?"
"And we're having dinner tomorrow together." Brielle whispered, her cheeks taking on a slight red tint as her best friend let out a loud gasp.
"Oh my god! Bri, you've been in Paris for barely 48 hours and you already have a date! Ouh, what are you gonna wear? Do you know what you're gonna eat?"
"Kenz, calm down. It's just dinner to get to know each other better and so that he can make sure I'm not some sort of serial killer who's gonna kill him in his sleep." The girl explained, chuckling a bit as she quoted Kylian's joke from earlier, something that clearly didn't go unnoticed by her best friend. The Turner girl was about to speak again, but the voice of her father beat her to it.
"Mackenzie, for god's sake, it's four in the morning. Go to sleep." The man spoke loudly from behind the door of Kenzie's bedroom, making the girl roll her eyes a bit. Brielle hadn't even once thought about the time difference since their face time started, suddenly feeling guilty that her best friend had stayed up this late just for her.
"But I'm talking with Bri!" The girl answered her dad in a voice that said 'this is the most important thing ever' which just made her dad laugh.
"Mackenzie, don't make me go in there!"
"Sorry, Bri." Kenzie said with a sad smile, looking at her best friend through her phone screen.
"Don't worry about it, Kenz. Call me back when you wake up, alright?"
"I will. Love you."
"Love you, too." Brielle answered with a smile before the two of them hung up the call at the same time. A sigh left Brielle's lips as a loud silence took over her bedroom. She laid in her room for a little more, before going into her living room and attacking the rest of the boxes that were laying around. I mean, she had nothing to do for the whole day, and it's not like she had the time to go explore the city since she had to be at the dinner by 7, which means she would be leaving at around 6, meaning she would have to start getting ready at around 3 if she wanted to take a shower. So, what else was she supposed to do for the whole day?
Her whole world was asleep on the other side of the world while she was wide awake, her only 'friends' being all the boxes in her living room. Make the most of what you have... right?
- June 26 2019 -
"𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙, 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 okay?" Brielle asked as she turned around, doing a full 360 view of her outfit for her best friend. The Healy had chosen a new set that she had just bought, a strapless white top along with a pair of pants the same colour, and she had paired the outfit with a pair of brownish heels.
"Bri, you look amazing, like always." Mackenzie answered as she took a big bit of her toast. The Turner girl had just recently woken up and called her best friend back as soon as possible. Brielle felt more relief than ever when she saw her best friend calling, finally having someone's opinion about her outfit, hair and makeup.
"I'm nervous." She admitted, making her childhood best friend let out a small sigh.
"Bri, everything's gonna be okay. Text me or call me if you ever need anything, and don't ever be shy to ask Mike to go home if it's ever too much." Kenzie calmed her friend down, which worked.
"I know, I know. But it's just, there's gonna be lots of people there wanting to meet with me to work together, and you know how i feel about big crowds."
"And so does Mike. Bri, you need to stop stressing yourself out." The blond girl reasoned, and at the same time, Brielle received a text from Mike telling her her ride was waiting for her outside.
"Kenzie, I gotta go. I'll call you when I get home."
"Okay. Love you, have fun!"
"Love you, too, Kenz." Brielle said with a smile before hanging up the face time call. The girl did one last quick outfit, hair and makeup check before grabbing her small purse and leaving her apartment. As she was waiting for the elevator to come, she heard a door open behind her, making her turn around. She saw Kylian walking out of his apartment as well, his eyes glued to his phone.
"I already called it." The girl spoke as the French native was about to press the button for the elevator, making him jump a bit. Clearly he hadn't noticed, making this the second time today she had scared him.
"Putain!" He exclaimed, as his eyes looked over at her. He was clearly a bit angry about what had just happened, but all that anger seemed to have disappeared as soon as he realized it was her.
"Sorry." She apologized, trying to hold in her laugh.
"Second time today." Kylian stated with a small smile on his face.
"Maybe you should pay more attention to what's happening around you." The girl shrugged teasingly, a small smile of her own plastered on her face.
"Maybe I should." He whispered back, before his eyes looked up and down her body, his eyes widening a bit. He had only seen her in sweatpants, leggings and pajamas so far, so this was totally something new for him. A small part of him slowly started freaking once he really realized what she was wearing. Was she going to meet another guy? Not like it mattered to him... right? Of course not, who was he kidding. She was single, well as far as he knew she was, and she was free to do whatever she wanted.
"Going somewhere special?" He couldn't help but ask, he needed to know. If she did happen to have a boyfriend, he didn't want the boy to get the wrong idea about the two of them having dinner, but at the same he would sorta be getting the right idea. But he didn't want to be a homewrecker, especially after what happened in his last relationship, but that's a story for another day.
"Just going to an event... dinner? I don't really know what to call it. It's for my job." She explained, not wanting to give away too many details about what her job was. She was used enough back home because of her being model, she didn't need this happening here as well.
"Nice."
"What about you?"
"Huh?"
"Are you going somewhere special?" She asked, eyeing his outfit, which consisted of a fancy pair of pants along with a classy with shirt.
"Uh, no. Just going out with my friends."
"Like, to a club?"
"Maybe, I don't really know. My friend didn't want to tell me where we're going." He explained as the elevator door finally opened, and the two of them stepped inside. Kylian clicked on the first floor button and doors soon closed. When the boy turned back around, the girl was already looking at him, giving him a weird look.
"What?" He asked with a laugh, as her eyes stayed glued to him.
"Do you work?"
"Yeah, I work."
"And you're not scared you're gonna be too hungover to work tomorrow morning?" She asked confused. The boy let out a small chuckle before answering her.
"It's a little complicated. What about you? You job just decides to have a fancy dinner in the middle of the week?" He asked teasingly, a flirty smirk slowly taking over his face. Brielle bit her lips a bit before speaking again.
"It's complicated." She quoted him as the doors to the elevator opened once again. The two of them stepped out together and made their way over to the front door in a comfortable silence.
"For tomorrow, is 7 okay for you?" Kylian asked as Brielle started walking in the opposite direction as him, making the girl stop in her tracks and turn back to look at him.
"Yeah. It works for me. Have a good night."
"You too." The boy answered with a wide smile as Brielle turned back around and got into a black car. He stood there for a couple of seconds until his friend honked at him.
"Kylian! Hurry up!" Neymar yelled, making Kylian roll his eyes at his attitude.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
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Brielle Healy, young Victoria Secret Angel, was seen walking the streets of Paris, along with her agent Micheal River, as well as attending a high-end event attended by some of the most popular designers in the fashion world. The young model as already made a name for herself in the United-States, but will she be able to continue her streak of success over in Europe?
Healy announced in early May of this year that she would be moving to Paris to have bigger and better opportunities. At only 20 years of age, the young girl now lives alone in one of the biggest city's in the fashion industry. When asked by a fan tonight how she felt about Paris so far, the girl answered with a wide smile and let out a loud amazing for everyone to hear. After posting a picture to her instagram account of the view of her new bedroom, we all understand why the word 'amazing' came to her mind.
But was this move at such an early age a mistake for the Angel? Will she crack under all the pressure? Will her career continue on the high streak it is on, or will it slowly fade? Only time can tell. Subscribe to TheLocal to stay up to date with the young model.
Brielle Healy, 20, seen arriving at a high-end event on June 26, 2019
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𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐁𝐈𝐆 as they moved further and further down his phone screen. His eyes getting stuck on the picture in front of him. His neighbor, the girl he was having dinner with tomorrow, was a world known model?
- June 27 2019 -
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"𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓!" 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 girl exclaimed as the two best friend connected over a face time call once again. The Paris resident had just finished getting ready for her dinner with Kylian, posting a quick instagram post before calling her best friend.
"Is it too fancy?" Brielle quickly asked after seeing her best friend's reaction. The two neighbors were only having dinner, just a plain simple dinner to get to know each other, so there was no need to dress to impress because this wasn't a date... right?
"It's perfect. Don't you ever dare get rid of that shirt, it fits you perfectly. The Healy girl let out a sigh of relief before looking at the time, panic taking over her.
"Shit, Kenzie, I'm ten minutes later. I gotta go, love you!" She didn't leave time for her to answer before hanging up and phone and making her way over to Kylian's apartment as quickly as possible. She placed her hair quickly before knocking on the door, waiting a few seconds before the boy opened the door, a small smile on his face.
"I was starting to think you forgot." He joked, making a wide smile appear on the girl's face as she nervously played with her finger.
"I lost track of time." She admitted in a low voice, looking down at the floor making Kylian chuckle a bit.
"Don't stress it. Come in." He said before fully opening his door and letting her. Their apartment layout was exactly the same, but inverted.
"It's nice." She stated as he walked her over to living room, her eyes rooming the room.
"Yeah, my mom picked out most of the stuff. Well, I had picked pretty much everything, but she said they didn't go together or whatever and bought me all of these, so. She's the real mastermind behind all this." He praised his mom, making Brielle smile softly at him as the two of them sat down on his couch, not too far but not too close to each other.
"You grew up in Paris?"
"Yeah, lived here my whole life. What about you, where'd you grow up?" Kylian asked, even though he already knew the answer to that question.
"Los Angeles. My whole childhood pretty much consisted of going to school, eating dinner and going to the beach after. Never had that nice tan like everyone else though, it's like the sun hates me or something." She joked as their eyes connected together, sending butterflies in the boy's stomach.
"That must of been nice." He answered softly, making her shrug a bit.
"Meh. It had it's pro's and con's." She said and an awkward silence filled their air after that, well until Kylian spoke.
"So, we have a little issue. I don't have a dinning table. Well, I do but, it's still all packed inside the box it came in." He said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck a bit. Brielle let out a small laugh at how nervous and embarrassed he was about the situation.
"So, you just eat on your couch all the time?" She asked teasingly, making him chuckle a bit.
"Yeah. But I have two stools for my kitchen counter, they're not the most comfortable things in the world but, they're the best I have." He spoke awkwardly again, making the Healy girl bit back a smile.
"It's okay. I really don't mind." She answered softly, placing one over her hand over both of his, which were fidgeting with each other. Kylian felt butterflies all around his stomach, before shaking his head at her words.
"But it's not. If I would've known before, I would of had set up the table for you. I wanted to do it today but I was gone all afternoon."
"What do you mean 'if you would've known before' your table still wasn't set up when you asked me yesterday. Kylian, seriously, it's okay, don't stress yourself over a table." The girl said confused, before a small laugh slipped past her lips at the end. Kylian let out a loud sigh, his eyes locked on where their hands were touching, before answering her.
"I... Last night, before I went to bed I was just scrolling on my phone, right? And then Ney sent me a link and when I clicked on it, it was an article... about you. And there was a picture of you, attending like the biggest event in Paris."
"So, let me get this straight. You were freaking out about a table, because of that?" Brielle said, trying her hardest not to laugh. Of course she wasn't laughing at the boy, but because of how cute it was. He was freaking over pretty much nothing.
"Yeah. Yeah I was. I mean, you can't really blame me for that, you have like 20 something million followers." He defended himself, making the Healy girl let out a small laugh, a big smile plastered on her face.
"Well, last time I checked, I'm the world cup winner in the room." She spoke softly, he voice feeling angelic in Kylian's ear. His eyes widen a bit, before finally looking away from where their hands were still connected, looking over at the girl next to him.
"How'd you know?"
"You litteraly followed me on instagram like right before I came here. Did you not think I would noticed?" She chuckled, making him shrug a bit.
"I don't know. Some people don't bother to look who follows them." He tried to fend for himself, but that only resulted with the Healy girl letting out a loud laugh at his word.
"I don't, most of them time. But I do when someone with a nice little blue checkmark like mine follows me. I still can't believe you were nervous about a table." Bri said, throwing her head back while laughing, making a red tint take over Kylian's cheek.
"You're never gonna let that go, are you?"
"Nope!"
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Breaking Windows & Walls
The one in which R/anpo must save P/oe (for a change) and discovers the reason his dear accomplice was captured. And then, once they’re safe, R/anpo discovers something else, this time about himself.
Requested by the dear @onetrickponi. I hope I didn't make you wait tooooo long, and hopefully this can help give you a little distraction right now <333 (Not sure how well I did the 'language' part, but I hope you can enjoy it anyways~!)
The Request:
- R/anpo helping out P/oe, (role reversal from canon)
- R rescuing P, P has a raging head cold, R figures out quickly, (P can silent stifle, but the shuddering is hard to miss)
- P is sleeping, R admires him, and is fascinated with getting P to sneeze freely
Characters: P/oe, R/anpo (R/anpoe ship lightly implied) ft. T/anizaki
Word Count: 3.4k (a 'ficlet' she said, lying. Sorry hahaha~)
~~~ Windows ~~~
It should have been straightforward.
The intel was carefully collected, each step was crafted with precision. The script was perfect and the stage was set. Ranpo even deduced how it would all go down. It should have been straightforward, there was no room for errors.
“Instead, I’m stuck breaking into a building at three am all alone because no one else wants to wake up for a rescue mission.” Kneeling next to the basement window, Ranpo finds himself monologuing. Not an uncommon occurrence, simply a side effect of the incredible deduction ability!
Placing his jacket against the glass, Ranpo directs a firm blow, and- ouch, that was harder than expected. The following crash elicits a yelp from the detective tied to a chair in the middle of the moonlit room. Sliding through the frame with ease, Ranpo lands gracefully, flashing a smirk towards his colleague.
“Care to explain how you got caught using my brilliant plan, Poe-kun?”
The bleary gaze he gets in return answers all on its own. Still, Ranpo finds himself waiting for the vocalized response, bowing slightly in one of his favourite poses. Poe simply watches him, an unfamiliar look resting behind his eyes. Maybe drugged?
“That wasn’t a rhetorical question,” Ranpo demands, foot starting to tap against the glass splattered floor. Each crunch leaves Poe wincing, his lips parted in what Ranpo can only assume is a scowl, quite rude seeing as this is a rescue operation.
“How did you find me?” Poe replies, a quiet undertow of exhaustion to his words. Ranpo decides to ignore the way he dodged the question, instead taking a new stance, hands against his hips.
“You missed check in.”
This response seems to stick in the air, Poe tilting his head towards the window. “Has… has it really been that long?”
“We don’t have all night, the guards are on break for now but they’ll be back in four minutes. Probably assumed you wouldn’t be able to get out on your own,” Ranpo offers, clicking open his knife, and beginning to slice the rope. “I don’t blame them, how were they to know I was coming to your aid.” As the rope falls limp against the ground, Ranpo turns to the window, beginning to climb up.
He’s halted as a voice sounds out, timid yet clear. “I can’t climb through there.”
Without casting a glance back, Ranpo tosses his reply over his shoulder. “I put my jacket over the glass, it’s perfectly safe, you won’t get cut. Now, stop hesitating, we have to go. My rescue, like all my plans, is flawless if you follow my instructions.”
Based on the weighted sigh and crunching beginning to sound off from behind him, it seems the words got their point across.
Along with one more noise, he can’t quite place. “hh’kngt-! ngxt-! ngt’chh-!”
Once they’re both through the window, Ranpo leads the way, watching his breath swirl through the chilled night air. Maybe using your only coat to break a window isn’t the best plan.
“So, are you planning to tell me how exactly you got captured?” Ranpo begins, spinning on his heel to gaze at the detective-
-not following him? Still at the window, Poe’s back is towards him, body dipping in rapid succession. Even without his coat, the edge of cold in the air is dulled, certainly not sharp. It shouldn’t be leading to this level of shivering, he’d deduced early on it might be unpleasant, but not full shivering…?
“Poe-kun, are you alri-”
“nxgt’chiew-!”
At the noise, Poe whips around to face Ranpo, pink staining his pale cheekbones. “I’m so sorry, Ranpo-kun, that one escaped, it was just… I was distracted and…”
Ranpo begins to piece together the series of events that led them here. They didn’t speak in person, instead texted. Being careful with wording, it was easy to get away with his affliction. The deductions didn’t take into account Poe’s altered mental state from the fever, and… this leaves only one conclusion.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
This seems to catch Poe off guard, further evidence towards the conclusion being correct. He raises a hand back to his face, this time not turning around as he crushes a few more bursts silently into his palm.
Once the attack dies down, Poe lifts his voice, head remaining bowed. “I’m not… I’m not sick. Just something in the air doesn’t agree with… it doesn’t agree with me! That’s all.” The statement is punctuated with a sharp cough that leaves his breath rising into the air, mimicking the eyebrow raise Ranpo points his way.
“You’re sick. I don’t even need to use deduction to figure that out,” Ranpo pauses, pulling out his glasses with a flick of the wrist. The panicked look he receives confirms his further suspicions as he continues. “But I could use it to figure out exactly what went wrong, if you refuse to tell me.”
The truth is, both of them already know what went down. Poe was supposed to infiltrate the cell with a carefully constructed ruse, and said ruse didn’t account for the fevered slurring. Since each exact line was crucial to the interaction, slipping up was a dead giveaway. Add the fits that left him breathless, and he was basically a rabbit walking into a wolf den.
Easy prey. And even easier to avoid, if all facts had been given from the start.
“There’s no need for that, Ranpo-kun. I’m… I’m well aware that if… if you… hh-!” Dipping back into his palm, Poe stifles the next few bursts.
“nchh-! en’chh-! nchhh-! nn’chh-!” Each sound is no louder than a gust of air. If he wasn’t in the middle of a sentence, maybe Ranpo wouldn’t have noticed at all.
Instead, he finds himself studying Poe. They seem to come in sets, rapid-fire bursts that build intensity as they’re suppressed. Poe’s knees buckle as he leans against the wall, the final one nearly scraping its way out again. As the fit subsides, it leaves only a breathless “gnxt’chh-!” to show it existed at all.
Without a word, Ranpo drapes Poe’s arm over his shoulders, bearing the majority of his weight. Lips part, a refusal starting to bloom on his tongue, but Ranpo shuts it down with a single look. Once he’s confident the remaining gap is only for breathing, they begin their journey back towards the car. Finally.
A few steps in, Poe begins to shudder against him. The fever shouldn’t be this bad, not this fast, is he sicker than previously thought? Maybe it’s chills, those can cause- Oh.
Catching a glimpse of the undeniably itchy look on Poe’s face, the answer is suddenly obvious. Almost ridiculous he didn’t catch on before, Poe was just doing it. Still, these are even quieter than before, each stifle perfectly silenced. Not even a brush of air escapes from his pinched nose.
“Blessings, Poe-kun.”
Given the horror that passes through Poe’s eyes, you’d have thought Ranpo stabbed him. And even so, the words seem to have that effect, his breath growing faint as he nearly knocks himself to the ground attempting to face Ranpo.
“Wha- what?” Poe stammers, eyes beginning to show through his hair as the wind brushes a few strands from his rose coloured cheeks. Ranpo can’t help but chuckle at the sight, he can be quite adorable at times…
“It’s a blessing,” even while teasing, Ranpo can’t help himself from providing the explanation, despite Poe clearly knowing already. “In western culture, people offer one when someone is suffering with sternutations.”
“Y- yeah I know-”
“Seeing as you’re fluent in English, and originally from America, I thought it appropriate to partake in the culture you’d be more familiar with,” Ranpo lowers his voice, eyes meeting Poe’s in a gaze that almost feels too personal. There’s a slight water beginning to run down Poe’s cheeks, and Ranpo decides not to think too much into that, problems for another day.
“Thank you, Ranpo-kun,” Poe begins, turning away for a minute with a hushed noise.
Well that won’t do. “Speak up, I can’t understand you when you’re muttering. It’s like trying to interpretare Karl’s noises.”
The flush deepens as the floor seems to grow in interest rapidly to Poe. “I- it just… sometimes… well uh so just… sometimes it gets hard to not be speaking in… my language. Especially when the words are already… a little fuzzy.”
“From the fever,” Ranpo finishes, ignoring the pleas of ‘no’ and ‘I’m fine’ that burst almost as rapidly as the previous fits. There’s a beat of silence, Poe leaning back against Ranpo as his knees begin to shake again, Ranpo trying to ignore the way… holding him up feels, almost protective.
“I guess we do speak in my language most of the time, don’t we?”
Poe doesn’t meet his eye, instead ducking into his wrist with another stifle, this time it slips through his defenses. “eh’gnxtieww-!”
Letting his voice blow warm air against Poe’s ear, Ranpo begins to speak again. His accent is flawed, and the words are rough around the edges, but the sentence is grammatically perfect English.
“Bless you, Edgar. Let’s get you home.”
There’s a sharp inhale in reply, though if it’s from the English or another sneeze is anyone's guess. Pulling him closer, Ranpo continues back to the car, without a coat he’s starting to freeze out here, both detectives being sick isn’t gonna help anyone.
A noise breaks the silence after a few minutes. It’s soft, Poe’s accent dulled by the familiar American tones. “Thank you, Ranpo.”
~~~ Walls ~~~
As the car door closes, both detectives breathe a sigh of relief. As always, Ranpo’s foresight was excellent, leaving the car running so the backseat was warmed. Poe still shivers violently, Ranpo sighing as the shuddering devolves back into another silent fit. Each jerking motion is followed by a wince, his sinuses clearly upset at the abuse.
Regardless, pressing the issue further is sure to lead to more denials, so Ranpo lets it go, however obvious the infliction may be. Almost insulting at this point to act like it’s not noticeable.
“I called Kunikida to pick us up, since I can’t drive us home, and…” Ranpo leaves ‘you’re in no state’ unsaid. “Though I suspect he’ll be sending Tanizaki in his place. His schedule doesn’t allow for such early morning adventures.”
“Genius as always, Ranpo-kun,” Poe replies, doubling over into his lap as the words bring another set of coughs along for the ride. Ranpo can’t help flinching at the noises, which… of course Poe noticed, and pulled away.
“Hey,” Ranpo says, softening his voice. “That doesn’t sound too good. Should I call Kunikida back and ask him to bring some Esutakku Eve Fine?”
Poe chuckles lightly in response, rewarded with another harshly stifled sneeze for his efforts. “eh’gznnxch-! Despide livig here for years dnow, I’b still dot caughdt up with medicadtions.”
The congestion barely hides the exhaustion starting to lace his words, and he continues to mumble something Ranpo only catches as ‘Quill’ and ‘brand names’.
It wasn’t an answer for ‘should I call Kunikida’, but Ranpo easily deduces that at nearly six am, he wouldn’t be picking up anyways. As these deductions start to fade away, Ranpo feels a weight hit his shoulder. Eyes turn down to find Poe slumped against him.
For a moment, a single moment, all his logic is void, and Ranpo finds himself panicking. Did Poe just faint? The fever was bad, but it shouldn’t have been passing out levels of bad- Maybe calling Kunikida is the right choice after all, or maybe Dazai, he’d actually answer, or mayb Atsu-
The panicked rantings are cut off by congested snores starting to fill the silent air. Logic takes its seat back at the forefront of his mind as Ranpo feels his breathing slow to normal. He’s just sleeping. Given how sick he is, and the events of last night, that makes complete sense.
Gently lifting his arm, Ranpo watches Poe curl closer to his chest, a slight hum breaking free from his chapped lips. In this moment, this quiet peace, Ranpo finds himself bathing in the beauty radiating from the heat-kissed detective in his arms.
As light peeks in through the glass, the warm colours wash over Poe’s delicate features, gliding across his fever-stained cheeks. A feeling starts to form in Ranpo’s mind, one that jumps down into his gut. All the deduction in the world wouldn’t be enough to pinpoint this feeling, and none was even tried.
Ranpo feels his breath catch as Poe stirs, reaches a hand up, and stifles into his wrist. A slight wisp of air escapes, “en’chh-!” not as silent as before, yet still nothing at all like a real sneeze. As he curls back in, the snoring beginning anew, Ranpo finds himself grappling with a new fact.
He wants to see Poe let them out.
Stifling even in his sleep, it’s just… it’s so controlled, and so careful, and so nervous, and- Ranpo just wants to see it set free. To watch Poe let it go, and completely open up.
Careful not to wake him, feeling his heartbeat in his throat, Ranpo angles himself so Poe’s head is resting in his lap, and sets to work. He gently traces the bridge of Poe’s nose with his finger, pressing at the tip. He can feel it pulse at the touch, a quiver running through his nostrils that spreads down Ranpo’s entire body in response.
Still, despite the irritation, it doesn’t seem to be enough. So, reaching into his pocket, Ranpo pulls out a tissue he’d left there days earlier. Unused, of course, though it wouldn’t stay that way for long. Despite knowing the procedure, he’d never performed the action before.
Ranpo felt his hands tremble as he twisted a corner into a point, running it along his hand to test. It’s soft, leaving sensations not unlike a tickle along his skin. This should be ideal. Glancing over towards Poe, Ranpo finds his heartbeat speeding up, his breaths coming shallow and fast.
His hand reaches down, sliding the tool into its intended target. He twirls it around a few times, dragging it up and down each inch of skin inside Poe’s nose. Ranpo watches how his face contorts with irritation. Noting what spots make his nostrils flare, and how if he drags it across certain areas Poe’s breath with catch.
Using this to guide the instrument, Ranpo swirls it deeper, delight filling his lungs as a twitch runs through Poe’s body, spreading from his nose down through his back into his hands. Finally he gives the tissue a sharp twist, and Poe’s entire nose quivers in response. There, finally found the spot.
Gently guiding it back and forth, eliciting breathy hums, Ranpo watches the sheen begin to form on the rims of Poe’s nostrils, the tip of his nose scrunching, lashes fluttering despite his eyes remaining closed. After what feels like a lifetime, there’s a final shaky inhale.
“hh’ekshhhiee-!” The sneeze breaks free, unrestrained but soft. There’s a tired edge to it, the breathless sound matching the way Ranpo feels his vision beginning to swim.
Conscious, but not quite awake, Poe manages to raise a hand to his face in time to catch the next batch. “hh’izzshhiew-! ah’kezzshhiee-! kzzehshhhiew-!” They’re a touch harsher, his voice starting to fill them out.
Poe’s eyes drag open, just to slam shut again as his fingers begin to tighten around his nose. A sudden panic that he can’t quite explain fills Ranpo’s throat, his words starting to fall out rough and scattered. He grabs Poe’s wrist, light yet firm, and meets the confused gaze with a gentle one of his own.
“Don’t stifle them.”
Gasping in response, Poe manages to nod, before ducking into his hands with the first real fit he’s had since Ranpo rescued him and this god-awful cold he’s brought with him.
“aH’KZSHhhuew-! keh’ZSHHhhiew-! huh’kNZSHhiee-! ak’nzehhhieew-!”
“Bless you, Poe-kun,” Ranpo murmurs, captivated by the display.
“Tha… thagk- hH’ENZShhiew-!” Poe manages to pause long enough to let out a sniffle, rubbing his nose frantically as his eyes cloud over again. “Oh, sguse mbe- ah’TNZSHhiehh-! hh’INGZShh’iew-!”
Another blessing slips off Ranpo’s tongue, as naturally as breathing, despite the rarity of such customs in his world. Poe doesn’t seem to notice this one, too caught in the whirlwind of hitching and sneezing. His sinuses seem the type to ‘resent and remember’, not forgive and forget.
“ah’tzshhuuee-! Oh Christ- ahhh… heH- knZESHhiew-! hh’eNGZSH’diew-! hH- guhhh…” Finally seeming to get a break, Poe turns to Ranpo, the tips of his ears starting to adopt that beautiful pink sheen.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, he speaks up, voice still holding that breathless sound that follows a sneeze. “Was there a purpose to that, Ranpo-kun?”
For one of the first times that he can remember, in his entire life, Ranpo finds himself speechless. There’s no answer. There’s no logic to back this choice. It was just… a choice. And… there’s no regret, it felt like the right choice… feels like the right choice.
Before he can stop it, he finds himself starting to speak. “I just… wanted to see you let it go.”
Poe smiles, a gentle sort of look that brings Ranpo’s heartbeat right back into his throat. When Poe begins to speak again, that breathless sound is still there, this time matching the way his nose is shaking. “Well.. if- ihhh… if you wish it so, let it… lehhh… let it be.”
“Are you su-”
“hH’GNZSHhhiew-!” Through his hands, Poe manages to shoot Ranpo an awkward smile. “I dohh… hNZSHhh’diew-! I don’t think I cou… could…. ak’tnESHhziew-! Could stop even if… even…”
He trails off, staring at the roof of the car as his tongue starts to press through his lips. Shallow little breaths sound from his lungs, each one seeming to leave him itchy, but not quite over the edge. Ranpo reaches over and taps his nose, before realizing… why? That wasn’t thought through, there was no reason behind that, but…
Poe lets out a faint moan of relief, raising his hands back to his face. “Thankyou- eH’TIEZZSHH’iee-! ingzshhhiee-! ah’kntzsshuu-!”
“Bless you again. Are-” Ranpo’s cut off by a yelp, nearly jumping out of his skin as a knock on the window has Poe bashing his head on the roof. They both stare towards the source of the noise, jumping again as the front door of the car opens, and Tanizaki climbs into the driver's seat.
“Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there. Sorry for the wait, Kunikida-san didn’t give me a lot of warning, and I didn’t want to wake Naomi so I had to be careful sneaking out,” Tanizaki offers, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as matching glares are pointed his way. “I guess I could have given you a little heads up before just knocking on the window…!”
“Maybe a little, yeah,” Ranpo replies, an edge to his voice that he can’t quite place. Why is it there…? At least, until Poe sniffles against his wrist, the fit clearly not over. Oh… that’s why.
“Oh, are you feeling okay?” Tanizaki asks, beginning to start the car. Poe can’t reply, breath stolen by the overwhelming itch that’s not quite ready to let him go.
“hh’kNXGT-! ek’gZNT’chh-! hehh- hH’EZNCHH-!” The stifles are punctuated by harsh gasps, and light moans as each seems to only send the tickle deeper into his sinuses.
Tanizaki opens his mouth to respond, but is quickly cut off as Poe lets out a whine, and the sneezes begin to burst forth, too desperate to be suppressed. “ek’ZIESHHiee-! hh’ENGKZSHh’diuew-! ah’TIEZSHhuu-!”
Poe gasps in between, struggling to get a sentence out as the blush deepens against his pale skin. “I’b- eh’tkzshhiew-! I’b sorry- hH’ENZSHhhiew-!”
Feeling the burning sensation starting to bubble up again, Ranpo bites his tongue, instead pulling Poe into his chest, hiding him from Tanizaki’s line of sight. With a smirk, and barely contained irritation, he offers, “Please drive us home. Poe-kun needs to get to bed.”
“Got it,” Tanizaki replies, the sincerity in his voice starting to dull the simmering feeling in Ranpo’s gut. “Hope you feel better soon!”
Poe manages to stall the coughing long enough to get out a weak “Thangs, eh’ktzshhieu-!” ducking back into Ranpo’s chest.
At a calculated volume, one only Poe will hear, Ranpo speaks up with one last English phrase. “Bless you, Ed. I will care for you.”
With a slight hum, Poe lets his eyes shut once more, the whirr of the car and the soft touch of Ranpo’s embrace guiding him back into a much needed sleep.
#waterfallwrites#waterfallasks#whooopssss- this is longer then i intended haha#i hope thats okay!! sorry for the wait#but i hope this is an acceptable distraction and helps a little <333#the prompts were adorable btw i hope i did them justice bc gAH so cute hehe~~#b/sd#r/anpo#r/anpoe#p/oe
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HOW ARE U!!! HOW ARE U HOWS UR DAY BEENN HOWS ART HOWS UR GF I ;; MISS U I LOVE U HII
KISSOOPIE PANTS i have been so good today it rained and it was beautiful and ive been getting good at knitting EVEN DID A CABLE KNIT WOOOO and art has been fun bc ive been drawing with crayons in my sketchbook a lot and ive come to love it even more and my girl is LOVELY ! ! trying to make plans to see her in may but she is so busy all the time sigh . . . ! ! ! i love you TOOOOO and i miss you i should give you my phone number and we can send pics and text all the time . also thats awesome i hope it was awsten for real . . next time stop him and tell him he needs to confess his feeling to otto
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i know it’s been a while since you talked about it so excuse me if you’ve already written about this but i was randomly thinking about heroes gate the other day… does your botw/totk link still have a missing arm? or did he get it back? or does he still have rauru’s arm? can he still use the abilities from totk (fuse, recall, etc)? what about the runes from botw, since they’re tied to the slate (which i think he still has in your au)? love your work
it's been tooooo long since i've touched on heroes gate T.T I'm incapable of multitasking projects so until I finish the spider/fly sequel it has taken the back burner. i cant wait to finished some chapters I have for it tho once I finish pretending to be you!
totk link, or wilds, absolutely is still missing his arm. he's an amputee with severe nerve pain in his shoulder and upper back from the botched emergency operation via rauru and has near-constant phantom pain. he's become numb to it to an extent, but some days it's too overwhelming to function. he does not have rauru's arm, but sunny (zelda) did recreate the arm to the best of her ability to use as a prosthetic and was able to reverse engineer the abilities, though they are buggy/glitchy and don't work as well. link doesn't wear it all the time, usually going without when at home or chilling with the rest of the heroes, as the prosthetic is a little too heavy and pulls uncomfortably on his stump. the arm is a work in progress. and he does have the ruins! the sheikah slate is still in his possession, and very, very important to him.
also, this inspired me enough to get out the tablet, so here's sunny working on wilds' arm! also he lost his left arm bc I said so, he's left handed and has been working to relearn using his right for things
[image id: a digital drawing of two characters from transgender-herooftimes' Links meet and Zeldas meet au, Heroes Gate and Zelda's Universe. Wilds, a shirtless white young adult with copious burn scars across his face and chest, top surgery scars, messy shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, brown trousers, and a missing arm that was amputated mid left bicep and covered in gloom scars, sits on a table while Sunny, a young woman with grey skin and scales, wild short bright blonde hair, the same multicolor eyes as the Light Dragon, bright red circular glasses, a blue tunic, and a sash decorated the same as the archaic tunic, stands beside him, holding a screwdriver and mid-conversation as she works on updating the technology in Wild's prosthetic, which resembles Rauru's arm.
/End id]
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Jujutsu Kaisen Chapter 210 - Offering to the unknown (2)
LET’S kill some marines
well, random special forces
I feel a bit bad for them
Is that Angel’s host ?
WHAT THE FUCK
yep it’s not your mother
definitely a bunch of hosts for Geto’s plot
it means the other two are dead and were replaced by someone’s else consciousness
this curse is really weird, tearing up its own body to feed it to them
Well they did manage to catch one and learn a bit of their objective
yep Kenjaku is a little shit
and you’re fast on the uptake Megumi
He did indeed
Angel doesn’t want to save them
yep it’s not a reason to not save them, especially to Yuji
kudos to Higuruma and Killua to have aided Kenjaku’s plans
we’re fucked
don’t fight between yourselves
Whaaaat, who’s that ?
aaaaah yep a soldier that has become literal bait there
curses cannibalizing eachother
not good
Me neither
too bad for you
This guy might be a bit lucky, anyway yep I agree with Megumi
Angel is a bit sus too
but you need her
Kenjaku is so fucked up
Is that someone who can use Megumi’s techniques ?
OOOOH it is Megumi
I hope you recognized him Angel
I mean Hana
SHE DOES
AWWWWW BABY
don’t worry, she also needs friends and Kugisaki will be fine,
(I miss her so much)
AWWW they’re friends now CUTE
we need Nobara in the picture tooooo
Bring her BACK
well, to next week !
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November reading wrapup
hmmm pretty good month for quantity but hit or miss for quality, i either loved or hated almost all of these. 💆🏻♀️
1. the lover, marguerite duras — tumblr girl classic, ur fav web weaving posts almost definitely feature a snippet of this. like woah 😭 ok very timeless very vivid and real. I did cry.
2. icebreaker, hannah grace — this is EMBARASSINGGGGGG i was going to a hockey game and was like woah let me get into this mindset... into this world… THIS BOOK WAS MISLEADING i thought itd be equal parts hockey world ice skater world equal parts romance and no.. it was nothing of the sort... this was just tooooo porny like WAY too much, even for me. AND I USED TO WRITE SM- *gunshot*
3. throne of glass, sarah j mass — does anyone have any good fantasy series recs that arent this?? like this is what years without winds of winter will do to a woman. im settling for this subpar garbage. but i am gonna keep reading it bc what else do i have, george???
4. mickey7, edward ashton — been on my tbr since rob pattinson was announced to be the lead in this in the bong joon-ho movie… i feel like with the creatives behind it thisll end up being one of those rare bones and all situations where the adaptation is wayyyyy better than the book. but idk. book itself was whatever good concept but didnt even really go anywhere. i thought that i had guessed a twist lie 3 quarters of the way thru but there was no twist literally nothing happened. therefore MID
5. blood meridian, cormac mccarthy — the only other time i had like a visceral tummy churning reaction to a book like this was when i read theons chapters in a dance with dragons 😭😭😭 anyway i like the lack of quotation marks and i also find it easier to write without them SHOOT ME
6. death valley, melissa broder — im really endeared to broder as a writer because i feel like she can only do one thing really well and shes very self aware of that.. which i respect.. also what the protag is going thru here at the start of the book is something ive also gone thru and it felt very strangely accurate and bizarre as a real person reading about a fake person going thru it. and literally within the book the protag references how writers poorly portray their characters accurately 'going thru it' (i keep saying going thru it bcoz im trying not to spoil even tho no ones gonna read my recs ALTHO this one deserves to be read i think) so that was cray and meta but umm what im trying to say is.. melissa i wanted to go to ur book signing i literally had my day cleared in my planner for u. why did u have to cancel the event.
7. indelicacy, amina cain — public announcement i guess but hey girl @noumenongirl i think you would love this one i dont know why but the whole time i was reading i was just like woah she’d love this😭 i liked it a lot
8. the penelopiad, margaret atwood — this is what circe by madeline miller wanted and tried to be but failed tremendously at.....
9. crown of midnight, sarah j mass — was better than throne of glass in the beginning actually but then they halfway thru lost me again..
10. the assassins blade, sarah j mass — im just hate reading at this point like i dont have anything else to do. Celaena youll never be daenerys girl like stop
11. elvis and me, priscilla beaulieu presley — ohhhh…. :,(((( my fav celeb memoir yet i think.....
+ bonus — im gonna add this to my december list but im like 75% of the way with fourth wing rn, good fawking heavens i wishthat grrm could trademark copyright the concept of dragons like i dont think anyone should be allowed to write about DRAGONS only him. like mini spoilers for fourth wing SORRY but WHY DO THE DRAGONS SPEAK ENGLISH, WHY DO THEY EVEN SPEAK AT ALL....cringe. but better than throne of glass at least😭 but it doesnt take much to be better than throne of glass to be fair. OK reading wrapup over.
#technically read lover at the end of october SORRRYY... SORRY FOR CHEATING.... but had to mention it bc it was the best of the lot imo#and if u have any recs lmk😸!#booklr
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AST ask time! IDK who to pick!!!! Cuz I’d LOVE some Noora POV again (Fennec is just an added bonus), I absolutely ADORE the Tusken lore, and that Cobb POV from whenever (time is irrelevant these days) was GOLD!!!!! I love this entire universe SO MUCH 😩 😩 I might be chaotic and ask for a Clan Skirata (Null vode 👀 👀) POV just cuz 😏
hello there!
i have had a lot of requests for a cobb pov, so one of those is queued up for later this week, and there's a little bit of one of the nulls here, so we'll go with a noora pov for this request!
i actually don't have tooooo much noora pov compared to some of the other characters, so here's one set way way back at the very beginning; it's an older fragment, so it might not be as cohesive with ast, but i hope you enjoy!
warning for the usual stuff that happens on tatooine, including slavery, attempted assassination and job advancement through murder.
in which the jabba the hutt’s palace comes under new management.
Bib Fortuna died quickly. Later, when she’d had some time to think about it, Noora would decide that she wasn’t surprised. Bib Fortuna was hardly a fighter. He’d ended up on the throne only because everyone else had died out, in the Pit of Carkoon or right after, when what was left of Jabba’s court got together and decided to tear itself to pieces.
Bib Fortuna had survived through luck. Noora had survived through stubbornness.
And now, Noora thought, looking at Fortuna’s smoking body with a surprising lack of concern, his luck’s run out.
That was a strange thought. Noora had been starting to think that Fortuna’s luck would never run out. She’d never met anyone so smoo saa vrei – so blessed with good fortune.
It had been infuriating. Assassins coming for Fortuna had tripped on the stairs or missed their first shots. Poisoned food and spotchka and sour Rylish wine meant for Fortuna’s hand was spilled on the floor or eaten by palace guests. Even the pillow Noora had once planned to smother Bib Fortuna with, a gaudy, velvet thing with goldbraid tassels too ugly for anything but an assassination attempt, had disappeared the night before Noora’s planned to work up the courage to use it.
If Jabba had still been on the throne, Noora would’ve felt better about all of her failed plans. Jabba at least had been clever, in his own way. Bib Fortuna was not – had not been – clever. He’d just been lucky.
The end of that luck came fully down the stairs. He’d shot Fortuna from the last step – smart, as Noora’d seen more than a few would-be assassins stumble over that last step and miss their shot – and now came across the throne room with a smooth, unhurried stride.
Noora almost didn’t recognize him. He wore black now, some kind of complicated robe draped over his stocky frame, and his famous armor was freshly-painted a deep, rich green. He had a blaster, but he had a Tusken weapon too.
She did know who he was, though.
Everyone had known Boba Fett, back in the old days. It had been hard not to know him. He’d been Jabba’s favorite hunter. His most reliable. Jabba had given Fett the jobs that no one else could do, and Fett had always done them.
As a result he’d always been in Jabba’s best graces. Fett had had the pick of the palace. He got the food he wanted, the drinks, the rooms he preferred; first pick of tributes from the taabe, the paying towns who scraped together every last peggat and wupiupi they could find every month and sent it on to Jabba to pay for his protection, and first pick of slaves too, when Jabba was in the mood to lend his dancing girls to his favorite enforcers.
Fett had never picked Noora personally. In fact, Noora couldn’t remember if he’d ever picked anyone. She couldn’t exactly ask; most of the dancers from those days were dead or gone. Fortuna’d had many debts; a lot of Noora’s friends – her vansha, her clan – had disappeared to pay them.
But he never took Melu, though, Noora thought. She would have remembered, if Fett had ever taken Melu up to his rooms for the night. He never took any of my sisters.
Her trembling hands curled into fists.
She looked down at Bib Fortuna. The fat old gutkurr’s face was slack. Surprised. He hadn’t expected to die today. His eyes were still open, wide with shock. The hole in his throat was still smoking.
Fortuna had sold Melu early on. He liked – had liked – blue- and green-skinned dancers, and Melu’s skin had been pink. Yadna’s had been white. Sinya’s purple. Zansi had been the fine, lovely color of the suns rising in the morning, somewhere between grey and pink, with freckles across her nose.
All of them had gone. There were only five dancing girls left, now, and Fortuna’d sold another one just the other day. Gida’s new master had been supposed to arrive that very morning; that was why Fortuna had arranged himself in his throne. He’d wanted to look powerful.
Fett, striding across the floor, looked more powerful than Fortuna ever had. He didn’t even look like he was trying to look powerful, and that was a neat trick. Fortuna’d tried so hard that he’d always looked rather foolish.
Noora watched Fett cross the room. He stepped over Fortuna’s body without a backward glance. A woman – an assassin, if Noora’s memory was right, though she had just had a shock, and couldn’t be sure – prowled after him, swiping a discarded bottle of spotchka.
Fett looked around, searching the room to see if any of Fortuna’s bodyguards would object to the change in management, and settled himself down in Fortuna’s throne.
Noora almost – almost – smiled.
There were no bodyguards left either, not really. Fortuna’d sold off all of the Gamorreans years ago, and he’d paid the rest so little that most of them had cut and run in the months and years since. The only beings in the throne room aside from Fett and his assassin were a pair of jawa traders in one corner, amusing themselves with bits of scrap they’d found in the depths of the palace, and a deactivated IG-series droid that had sat slumped over in the corner since the day Jabba had packed up nearly his entire court and taken them out to the Pit of Carkoon.
And me, Noora thought. She was alive. She was still here.
Fett’s eyes found Noora’s next.
Trained instinct advised her to duck her head. To avert her eyes. Fett was the master of the palace now, and that meant that he was the master of all who were in it. Noora, Gida, Teeubo, Sienn. The ill-tempered human woman Fortuna’d won in a game of sabacc, who cooked Fortuna’s food and had been all too happy to help Noora slip some neri flower nectar into Fortuna’s Rylish wine, and the three Wookiee boys Fortuna’d bought for a six peggats each so he could bet on them in the fighting pits.
All of them were Fett’s, now.
Noora knew she should be afraid. She should be polite. Conciliatory. Strong men liked meek slaves.
But Boba Fett had never taken Noora to his rooms. He’d never taken Melu, or Sinya, or Zansi. He was no batran, no friend to the slaves of Tatooine, but –
But he killed Bib Fortuna, Noora thought. He’s the end of Fortuna’s good luck.
Noora didn’t lower her eyes. She wasn’t sure if she was looking Fett dead-on – it was hard to tell, with that helmet of his. But she thought that she was.
He didn’t immediately call for his assassin to shoot Noora and he didn’t rise to come correct her insolence, either. He just looked at her.
Noora lifted her chin. “Lord Fett,” she said.
The man started a little, almost like he was – surprised. Like his title surprised him. Noora frowned a little. She supposed he might have his own preferred form of address. Jabba’d liked to be called Magnificence, after all. But Lord Fett was what Fett was, now. He’d killed for the title; it was his.
“Were you one of Bib Fortuna’s?” Fett finally asked, his voice a low, rough growl. The sound of it was almost frightening.
But Noora held her nerve. She didn’t look away. “I was his dancer,” she said. She let Fett sort out what that meant on his own.
He evidently got it, because he snorted and said, still rough, “You’re free to go, then. I have no interest in Fotuna’s dancing girls.”
That did catch Noora by surprise. “... Free to go?” she asked.
Fett waved an impatient hand. “Free,” he repeated. “Go where you like. Fortuna’s dead. I won’t chase you.”
Noora had no reason to believe him. Fett was a bounty hunter, after all. All he did was go on the chase.
But –
But what if he means it? she wondered.
The assassin – a dark-haired woman dressed in all-black, still sipping spotchka – sighed. “You’ll need to deactivate her chip first, boss,” the woman said. She shot Noora a look that was almost sympathetic. “She won’t be able to leave the palace if you don’t. Right?”
Noora stared at her for a change.
Fett sighed back. “Fine,” he said. “We’ll – find Fortuna’s controls, somewhere. Where was he living?”
This last question was directed at Noora, who was still too surprised by both Fett and his assassin’s easy decision to properly sort through it.
No one on Tatooine just – let their slaves go. Especially not someone like Noora, who’d danced her whole life. Who had made an art of it. Noora’s dancing had cinched more deals for Fortuna and for Jabba before him than all of Fortuna’s bribes or Jabba’s threats combined.
And Fett’s just – going to let me go?
“I’m not the only dancer,” Noora blurted out, as Fett and the assassin stood up and started casting about the throne room like they really meant what they’d said. Like they really did mean to let Noora go free. “There’s – there’s others. And a woman in the kitchens, and the Wookiees, and – ”
“All of you are free to go,” said Fett. He crouched down and started going through Bib Fortuna’s pockets with a workmanlike efficiency that, of all things, made Noora want to smile. “I don’t need dancing girls or Wookiee bodyguards.”
“Especially not Wookiee bodyguards that want to tear your arms off,” the assassin added, amused.
Noora looked between them, still bewildered. She should be – she should be running already. She should be taking this offer with both hands. If they were serious –
If they’re serious, Noora thought, then maybe they’ll want to help more than just me. Maybe they’ll – maybe they’ll help all of us.
The thought was almost too absurd to consider. A master, help the slaves of Tatooine? The lord of the palace?
It was ridiculous.
But –
“Ah,” said Fett, with some satisfaction, rising from Fortuna’s body. He held a remote in one of his hands. Noora’s eyes widened. It was her switch. With it, Fortuna could do whatever he wanted to Noora. Keep her at his side. Kill her.
“Here,” said Fett, lobbing the remote at Noora. “This is yours, yeah?”
Noora caught it with numb hands. She looked at Fett, who looked back steadily.
He is serious, she thought.
She took a deep breath. Fett was serious, which meant that this was – this was an opportunity. It was a chance Noora couldn’t – wouldn’t – pass up.
Noora’s sisters were gone. Her vansha was gone. But she still had Gida to look after. She had the other girls.
Noora met Fett’s eyes again. She closed her fingers around the remote. Her remote. Her life, which Fett had given back to her for no reason that Noora could figure out, other than that Noora had asked for it.
“I’m Noora,” she said. “Noora Olgkru. I’d like a job.”
#ast 'verse pov tag#ast asks#noora is a favorite of mine still tbh#i just. really like her.#notes: 'smoo saa vrei' and 'vansha' are rylish/twi'lekki#'batran' and 'taab' are ahra
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