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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months

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Hello hello!! I was not expecting requests to be open again so fast, but i am DEVOURING your writing, so i shan't complain!

What about Dogday getting saved by a teenager who’s desensitized to the horrors of the factory? Like of course, they’re perturbed, but aside from initially seeing Dogday(because holy shit), the biggest reaction they’ll give is a cringe and a “eugh” or some other mild exclamation of “that’s fucked up.” Essentially just Dogday interacting with a kid who’s weirdly chill with the circumstances and tries to be silly sometimes despite the persisting horrors.

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!!!

Awe thanks! Have a good day/night too!

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"You..you're Poppy's angel..come to save us-"

"Eugh..what the hell happened to you?"

While back in the day, Dogday would've scolded you for using profane language...he finds it understandable considering you discovered him in his....erm..current condition.

The initial shock of seeing him would have anybody from outside the factory deeply disturbed.

But he's surprised that you're not fully freaked out and didn't run away.

Instead you manage to get him out of the Playhouse (while curbstomping a few little critters who tried crawling into his body along the way) and found a safe spot to rest.

Despite his insistence that you should leave him, you point out that he mentioned you saving him earlier.

"When you said "us", I thought that included you, too."

"I-I meant the others. The ones who can still walk..and still have a fighting chance. Look at me, kid. All I'm gonna do is weigh you down."

"....I mean, you are kinda heavy. But I've lifted worse with this grabpack. I got you."

He's confused by how oddly calm you are about everything.

If you were able to get down this far in the facility, you would've had to cross paths with Huggy, Mommy, Catnap, and Miss Delight at some point.

By all accounts, you definitely should've been traumatized at least from seeing all the bloody toys laying around.

Yet you're cool as a cucumber as you try your best to fix him (with assistance from Kissy, Ollie, and Poppy, of course, who are stunned you came out of the Playhouse alive)

Dogday remembers how scared the children were during the Hour of Joy, comforting them as he helped them flee the terror...so to be comforted by a kid now felt strange.

Yet your calm demeanor helps ground him whenever he starts to have a panic attack over Catnap finding him or if he feels like a critter or two is already inside of him, trying to take hold and eat whatever organs he had remaining (but it's just a sensation he feels from time to time).

You snap him out of it by asking rather silly questions.

"What if I stuck a flare in your mouth? Would that deter them?"

"...what? Um...I-I suppose that could work, but hopefully it's not a theory we have to test anytime soon.."

Even if Poppy decided to show you the Hour of Joy tape (which he had to look away from and tried persuading you to do the same), your only reaction is a slight grimace and a simple "damn wtf....you guys think any of those workers were running late or didn't go in that day?"

Dogday is shocked you'd joke at a time like this...but she knows you better and tells him you're just like That(tm).

You do care about them. You do wanna destroy the Prototype and save whoever you can along the way--including him.

It just may take some time for him to get used to your personality.

#clanask #poppy playtime x reader #ppt x reader #dogday #smiling critters #teen reader #headcanons #platonic

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rowretro · 2 months

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𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙

✧warnings: angst, blood, violence (i'll make this a series if u want)

♡synopsis: Nishimura Riki, the boy your parents would warn you to never even dare to look at. He's dangerous, he rips the flesh of naive girls and eats them alive, many girls heard such stories, and did not dare to approach him, no matter how handsome he was. He's a beast, but only one girl approached him with an endearing smile. Y/n, the princess.

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Nishimura Riki, the most feared beast, even by the King, he was richer than the richest, stronger than the strongest, and lived in a large dark, fancy mansion, almost castle-like. Y/n was running through that very forest one day. Smiling as she chased after the butterfly that flutterred into a dangerous distance.

The princess was unaware of what dangers lurked within the forest. Riki watched from the window, a girl in a white dress, running after a butterfly, just behind her snuck blood thirsty vampires, much like him, but weaker. In his eyes he was no different from the stunning, delicate flowers that bloomed in the forest. She's so carefree, so innocent, so... beautiful.

The girl pouted as the butterfly flew out of sight, only then, as she turned around, she realized she was in an unfamiliar place, her feet on a wooden bridge, and just underneath she could see the clear water that had tadpoles swimming around. Beautiful lotus flowers, white, pink and peach, mother nature's art surrounding her.

Suddenly she was pinned against a tree, her eyes meeting the dark, dangerous eyes of Nishimura Riki, fuck she was falling for him already, his plump, kissable lips, his mesmerising beauty, when she saw the red stains that grew on her white dress, she only then realized, He stabbed someone. Y/n turned to her side and saw a bloodthirsty vampire, choking as he died beside her.

"What brings you here princess?!... Do you know what it's taking me to not eat you right now?..." Riki asked, his deep, yet somewhat soft voice has her full attention. She tilted her head snickering softly "Well why on earth would you eat me?" the girl asked as Riki scoffed "You don't know?!.... I'm Nishimura Riki." He simply said, expecting some sort of fear from her. Though she just smiled. "I know that silly, I've seen so many pictures of you, but they really didn't show how pretty you truly are..." the girl said mesmerized as Riki rolled his eyes.

That night, she couldn't sleep, a smile planted on her face as she relived that moment over and over, he was beautiful, so cute, in the eyes of hers. Heck she didn't even care for that butterfly anymore, she just wanted him. So she decided to visit him. Her feet were quiet as she snuck through the castle.

"That worthless bitch? find a rich man and I can marry her off to him. Such an annoying child fuck she should have died like her mother fucking mother." She suddenly heard the king, her father say. It was nothing new to her, his hurtful words and actions. She just ignored it, climbing off of her balcony. The girl ran through the forest, not one bit bothered by the beasts she may have triggered. her long night gown barely protecting her from the icy air due to how thin the material was.

Riki was simply in his mansion, a book at hand as a glass of whiskey sat on the table beside him. When the familiar scent hit his nose, the male was beyond mad. What was she doing out late at a time like this. He teleported right in front of her, the girl's face almost hitting his chest. "You again?! are you trying to get killed?!" the male asked, maddened as the girl smiled up at him, suddenly hugging him tightly.

"I couldn't sleep... you're on my mind 24/7... So you have to help me sleep!" the girl exclaimed as Riki facepalmed. "You're crazy. Go back home." he warned her as she stared up at him. Riki sighed. He couldn't walk you back to your castle, nor could he let you go back alone. "Fine. you can only spend this one night in my home." Riki simply said as he walked to his mansion, the girl jogging after him.

Upon arriving at the mansion, the girl frowned. There was little to no light. "Im going to freshen up. there's spare clothes in that room. my sister used to live here so her clothes will be there" He coldly explained before going upstairs. The girl just smiled at him.

Riki descended the stairs, his eyes landing on your figure tidying up some of his mess, stacking up the scattered books, and lighting a few candles to brighten his house. Only now he's seeing the intricate designs on his walls, the beautiful flooring, and many more eye-catching details he never saw before due to how dark the room was.

"Hmm... still not tired I assume?" Riki asked as y/n smiled up at him. "Nope... Your house looks so pretty, why do you keep it dark all the time?" she asked as Riki shrugged. "Just couldn't be botherred... guess I should have more lighting around huh" he said, looking around the mansion. Just then, he saw the girl run to one of the windows, her eyes, awestruck as she stared at the view before her. "what are they?..." she asked, her eyes never leaving the constellation before her.

"Oh they're fire flies... you've never seen fire flies before?" Riki asked, tilting his head as the girl shook her head. "Never, I always thought they weren't real... you know, like Unicorns?" The girl pointed out as Riki knelt beside her, also staring out the window. "It's very late princess... you should consider getting some rest..." Riki simply said as he fixed the ruffly strap of her night gown. "I can't sleep... m not tired" the girl said as Riki stared at her.

He stood up, pulling her up before softly pushing her toward his chest, one arm around his waist, as he slipped her hand on his shoulder. Their fingers intertwining as he started dancing, the girl following his soft yet smooth steps, his chin rested upon her head as he planted a faint soft kiss that she didn't know. "well would you look at that? the beast is dancing with me~" the girl chimed as Riki rolled his eyes. "Just fall asleep already." He coldly said as the girl just smiled, her head resting against his chest.

The morning rolled in and Riki gave the girl his coat "I'll walk you to safety, you walk home from there kay?" Riki simply said as the girl pouted. "I don't wanna go home... I wanna stay with you." She said as Riki glared at her. "Stop being clingy Goddamit. just go back to your palace and don't you ever come back to this forest... I won't save you if you dare do something like that again." Riki warned, his dark eyes piercing into hers as he softly pushed her forward.

Upon arriving at the palace, the king yanked the girl's hair, harshly pushing her to the cold marble flooring. His sword in its case, as he stared down at the princess, angered. "Where did you go last night?!!! what, now you're 18 you think you can go sleep around behind my back?!.... wow I raised a whore, you're just like your mother aren't you?!" The man yelled, as he continuously hit the princess with the sword, her cries of pain ignoring, screams for help being ignored by the maids, who felt guilty inside.

For the first time in his life, Riki cried. His hand clutching onto his shirt, as he let the tears roll down his cheeks. He misses her. Why can't he ever have something to himself? why can't he be happy? Words can't explain how much he needed her. If one asks what true love is, he'd say it's him and y/n... but do flowers bloom on dark, cold surfaces? would the world ever accept the beauty and the beast's love? Riki's tears mixed with his own blood when an arrow was shot in his direction....

"LET ME GO SEE HIM!" the girl cried and screamed, as her nails clawed at the door, fingers bloody, body bruised, as she found herself locked in the dark basement. She cried and cried, the sounds of her heart wrenching sobs filling the room as she hugged her knees, rocking back and forth. why did love have so many challenges?... why did HER love have to have so many barriers? they're clearly made for each other... so why must there be a blood bath to put a forceful end to something so strong, something so real.

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matchingbatbites · 11 months

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@steddie-week Day 3: First Kiss Steddie first meeting/kiss with some minor Buckingham. Fun fact: this was a Valentine's ficlet that I forgot to post. :) Enjoy.

For someone who claims to be Steve’s wingman, Robin is doing a great fucking job of keeping guys away from him. The guy Steve has been chatting with for the last few minutes gives him a strained smile before slipping off, and Steve turns to look at Robin, who has basically plastered herself to his side.

“Robin, what the fuck? That’s like the third guy you’ve run off!”

“I know, I know, but he wasn’t right for you! Waaay too douchey and uptight.”

Steve rolls his eyes and takes a sip from his drink. “I’m after a kiss, not a boyfriend, Robbie. Maybe a blowjob in the back if I’m lucky. I’m not exactly looking for a sparkling personality here.”

“I know, but-” She pauses, knocks back the rest of her own drink before turning to face the dance floor. “I just don’t want you to regret your first guy-kiss. I’m not saying it has to be like, fireworks and shit, but you should enjoy it.”

“Honestly, at this point I think I’d rather just get it over with, if it will get you to chill out a little.”

“I’m just trying to help, Steve!” Robin says, and Steve rolls his eyes. She opens her mouth to say something else but stops when a girl walks up to them, her blonde ponytail swishing gently behind her, and Steve bites back a smile when she steps into Robin’s space.

“Hi there,” she says, and Robin’s face instantly flushes with color. “Oh, uh, hi.”

“I’m Chrissy, and you’re like, super pretty,” the girl, Chrissy says, and Steve can practically see the gears in Robin’s brain grinding to a halt as she bats her eyelashes at his best friend. He bites into his lip as Chrissy reaches up and slips a finger under one of Robin’s suspender straps, giving it a gentle tug. “Do you maybe wanna dance with me?”

Robin’s eyes snap to Steve and he gives her an encouraging thumbs up, and after a quick, eager nod, Chrissy is giggling and pulling her off to the dance floor. Steve chuckles and shakes his head before he downs the rest of his drink. He sets the empty glass on the bar top just as he feels someone moving in next to him.

“Your friend is awfully protective of you, isn’t she? I’m not surprised, considering how gorgeous you are.”

Steve turns to face the new voice, and his stomach flips. The guy is stunning, with a riot of curls and brown eyes that look almost black in the dim lighting. He’s wearing a leather jacket over some band t-shirt, paired with ripped black jeans and scuffed black boots. Steve is definitely interested, and he leans in a little as he smiles.

“Mm, she’s supposed to be my wingman, but she’s being a picky little shit.”

The guy grins and Steve’s blood rushes at the bit of silver that flashes behind white teeth. “Yeah, I noticed. I had to get my friend to distract her so she wouldn’t be able to run me off too.”

Steve can’t stop the laugh that escapes him as he beams at the guy. “Chrissy was your idea? Holy fuck, thank you for that. I love Robin, but she’s kind of been suuuuper extra tonight.”

“Well, I’m glad I could give you a break. To be honest, though, Chrissy was already kind of eyeing her before I asked her to step in.” He glances out to the dance floor and Steve follows his gaze, sees Chrissy with her arms wrapped around Robin’s neck, the two pressed close as they dance together.

“Chrissy is gonna eat her alive," Steve says, and the guys laughs.

"Too fucking true," he replies, and turns back to Steve. He holds out a hand. "I'm Eddie, by the way."

Steve takes Eddie’s hand and glances down, takes in chunky rings and nice fingers that have heat swirling in his stomach. "Steve."

Eddie’s thumb swipes over Steve’s knuckles, showing no sign of releasing his hand as he asks "Well, Steve, can I ask what you're looking for on this fine evening?"

Steve hums in consideration before saying "I'll tell you, but you can't make fun of me, okay?" and Eddie makes an 'x' over his heart in a silent promise.

"So, I'm bi, but I just figured it out recently. I've never kissed a guy before, and Robin brought me out here to hopefully get me at least that much, but as you've seen, she's been pretty picky about it. I’m honestly just ready to get it over with at this point."

Eddie’s eyes go hungry and he tugs on Steve’s hand a bit, pulling them even closer together. “Well, if you’re interested, I’d be more than happy to help you accomplish that, baby.”

Steve feels a bit weak in the knees as he nods, and Eddie gives him a lopsided grin before he pulls Steve away from the bar, back into a little hallway that leads to the back door.

The lights are even more dim back here, but the glow from the exit sign feels bright as it reflects off Eddie’s rings, as it bathes the apples of his cheeks in red. It feels like they’re in their own little world now that they’re away from the crowd, and Steve is grateful for the little bit of privacy and quiet.

Hands move to hold Steve’s waist and Eddie guides him where he wants him, moving Steve so his back is pressed against the wall, and he finds that he definitely doesn’t mind Eddie taking the lead like this. Eddie leans in close and Steve can’t resist sliding his hands up into that gorgeous hair, gets briefly distracted when he uncovers Eddie’s ears and sees the jewelry littering them.

“See something pretty, sweetheart?” he asks, amused, and hazel eyes snap back to chocolate brown.

“I like your jewelry.”

“Well, thank you.” Eddie smiles and his grip tightens. “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?”

Steve nods, says “Please, Eddie,” and the man is closing the gap, leaning in until their mouths are slotted together and Steve melts. Eddie tastes like tequila and lime, and he kisses Steve like he means it, like Steve is something he’s been waiting for. It’s addicting, especially when Eddie’s tongue finds its way into Steve’s mouth and he gets to lick the unforgiving metal of the piercing that runs through it.

Everything feels sparkly and explosive in the best way possible - Robin said something about not needing fireworks, but Steve thinks he's found them anyway, thinks Eddie might feel them too.

Steve quickly loses track of time as Eddie kisses him within an inch of his life. He wasn’t prepared for this, for Eddie, but he knows now that he’s had a taste, it’s going to be hard to just walk away from the other man.

It’s far too soon when Eddie pulls back, pressing a final peck to Steve’s mouth.

“How’s that, sweetheart?” he asks softly, and Steve gives him a dopey grin as he twirls one of those curls around his finger.

“Pretty good, but I think you should do it again, juuust so I can be sure.”

Eddie chuckles and kisses him again, chaste and far too brief, before muttering against his lips. “Why don’t we get out of here? I’ll kiss you as many times as you need, all night if I have to.”

With a grin and a nod, they head back out into the main area. They split up briefly, Steve making his way over to Robin who is still wrapped around Chrissy, and he taps her on the shoulder. When she turns to face him he jabs his thumb towards the door.

“Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I’m heading out.”

Her face drops and she grabs his arm. “But we haven’t gotten you a kiss yet! I’m sure we can find someone to-”

“Robs, you already missed it.”

“What?!”

Steve rolls his eyes and grabs her before pointing at Eddie who is currently paying his tab at the bar. He hears Chrissy laugh and he turns to give her a big smile and a smacking kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for your help distracting Robin, Chrissy.”

“No problem. You two have fun,” she says with a giggle and a wink, and Steve looks at Robin.

“You should keep this one,” he says, only giving her a second to sputter in indignation before he’s walking off. He throws a “Don’t wait up for me!” over his shoulder, and grins as he heads back to where Eddie is waiting, eager to taste the fireworks again.

#steddieweek2023 #day 3 #i feel like the ending is a little weak but it's whatever at this point #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #joey writes #ficlet

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via-rant · 6 months

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Pt. 1

"Hey Leo?" Jason started and Leo looked away from his food he was stabbing multiple times. "Yeah?"

"Whens your birthday?" It's a normal question. A question anyone who didn't grow up running around cared about.

"Yeah. I think you're the only persons birthday we haven't celebrated." Piper added and Leo answered honestly, going back to eating his eggs.

"Oh. I don't know." Saying they were speechless was an understatement.

"You don't... know?" Percy asked as if it's the most unbelievable thing in the world and Leo stopped eating to look at them with a raised a brow.

"Yeah? I don't know, as in, I don't remember."

"Who doesn't remember their birthday?" Annabeth asked and Leo shrugged.

"Lots of people."

"You know lots of people who don't remember their birthday?" She pushed.

"Not personally but yeah. Met lots of them. Orphanages don't really care for that kind of stuff. So many kids we'd have a party every other week."

"What about foster homes? They had to have done something right?" Frank wondered out of pure curiosity.

"What is this? An intervention? Look, it doesn't matter. I forgot, I forgot, not a big deal."

"Dude, of course it is. That's the day you were born!" Percy exclaimed but Leo just shrugged.

"So?" Everything froze. It was such a simple word but held so much meaning. Oh...

When he realized what he said he just got up and left, not wanting to be questioned anymore.

"I'll be back." Nico said Shadow Traveling away.

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"Oh, hello. What can I help you with?"

"Hi so I'm one of your sons friends and I was wondering when his birthday is?"

"You know my son?"

"Yes?"

"Is-is he okay? Is he safe?"

"Yes, yes, he's safe. He's at Camp."

"Camp?! But what about outside of it?! Does he have somewhere to stay when he gets out?! I..." He admired how much she loved him. Her voice was like applesauce, a little scratchy but mostly smooth and calming.

"Woah hey. It's okay. He's safe. Camp is a year-round place. He has a plan."

"He does?"

"Yes." He assured and she nodded wiping her tears.

"Lo siento, I've just been so worried."

"I completely understand ma'am. But we do only have ten minutes."

"Alright. Now what was the question?"

"When his birthday is."

"It's July, 7th. But why couldn't you ask him?" He told her what happened and she fell to her knees.

"Oh cariño, lo siento mucho. Debería haber estado allí."

"Ms. Valdez, you have nothing to be sorry for. You couldn't help it, people die."

"Oh, lo sé, lo sé. I just... was he at least safe? After I died?"

"Wish I could say yes." He said sadly and she sobbed. He held her.

"But he's safe now. We're taking care of him. I promise." He couldn't imagine being in her shoes. Being dead, hearing that your son is alive after all these years and finding out he hasn't been safe since, in any means.

"And he is such a wonderful guy. He's so funny, and kind, and selfless, and smart." She pulled away to wipe her tears.

"He was always the charmer." She said with a knowing smirk and he blushed.

"You know?"

"The whole underworld knows about you liking boys. I never thought it'd be with my son but if he's your type..." She said wiggling her eyebrows.

"Oh! No, we're not a thing. I just... really like him. Ugh..." He said covering his face and she laughed. Loud and unpredictable. Just like Leo.

"Well. I think you should tell him." She suggested and he shrugged. "Maybe one day."

"Gracias. I haven't felt this relaxed in forever. I should really take Emily up for that spa one day." She said and Nico smiled.

"Aye, I apologize. You should probably get back."

"Um... yeah..."

"Before you do, could you tell him something?"

"Yes, of course."

"Tell him it's not his fault. And I love him. More than he could ever know." Nico nodded with a small smile.

"Of course." Then she did something unexpected. She kissed his forehead.

"You're an angel." She disappeared and he stood there in stunned silence before smiling again. Now to talk to Leo.

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@moa-broke-me @thatgaydemigodnerd @im-always-lost-in-a-book @starlightshadowsworld @cabin12kid @stillcarmine

(Please lmk if you want me to take your tag off.)

#leo valdez #jason grace #nico di angelo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #piper mclean #frank zhang #hazel levesque #hoo #heros of olympus #reyna avila ramirez arellano #valdangelo #percabeth #esperanza valdez #rosa valdez

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escha-evenstar · 3 months

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Mafia AU Series

Chapter 4: Can't We At Least Try?

Pairing: Mafia!Azul x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

CW: minor angst, I guess?

A/N:

Hi hi! I am back and still alive!! I'm feeling a bit sick but I'm slowly getting better! I just heal slowly 🥺 I hope you guys are faring better than me. Anyways, it's been a while since I wrote something and I'm glad I finished this! Looking forward to writing the next part because I plan to put more romance hehehe 👀

Divider by @cafekitsune

The following night came too quickly for Azul. He paced around the front of the cabin, walking back and forth incessantly, while being drowned in his thoughts.

How do I tell her? Should I beat around the bush? Or just tell her directly? What would she say? How will she react? Will she.. will she still see me as the same?

He suddenly stopped pacing around. A sigh escaped his lips as he feared that his nightly escapades with you would cease, and that he wouldn't see you anymore.

Azul was completely lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice you have already arrived. You noticed how still he stood, an arm crossed across his chest and his chin with between his fingers. His serious expression showed how deep he was in his thoughts. You gave him a few pokes on his shoulder and he jumped at the sudden contact.

"Ah!" Azul yelped.

You giggled at his surprised face. "Hehe~ You seem to be thinking about something pretty hard. What is it?"

"Oh. Uhm- Y/N, I.." he trailed off.

Azul considered himself to be a smooth talker, yet currently the words were caught in his throat. He couldn't even speak a single sentence.

"Oh wait! Before I forget," you trailed off as you showed him a small bag. "There are cookies inside! I wanted to share it with you and the twins, though I haven't seen them around yet. Are they busy? Let's go take a seat!"

You grabbed his hand and led him to the bench on the porch. The two of you took a seat beside each other and you placed the bag of cookies on your lap, opening it.

"Jade and Floyd are currently.. occupied with something. So they're not here today. Also, you know I'm still doing my diet, right?"

"Of course I do! But a little snack won't hurt you. Please? I'd feel lonely if I have to eat by myself," you pleaded with a pout.

Ah. Why do you have to look so cute?

"...fine. Maybe just a little," Azul sighed, giving in to you.

You cheered happily as you each grabbed a cookie and ate together.

"So, what was it you were thinking about earlier?" You asked while munching on the cookie, looking at him curiously.

Azul swallowed the chewed piece of baked dessert as his blue eyes stared at the lake in front.

"Y/N, what do you think of me?" He asked.

"Hm? Why do you ask?" You said while your eyes blinked in confusion.

"Just because. So?" He shifted his gaze to look at you.

"Well, uhm, I think you're very... sweet," you said bashfully. A pink blush dusted your cheeks and your eyes darted to and away from his eyes.

"Sweet? Me?" He was stunned. Azul could describe himself a lot of things. Smart. Cunning. Dangerous. But sweet? Really?

"Mhm!" You hummed and giggled at his astounded look. "You're always here for me. You listen to me, take care of me, and as you said before, you make exceptions for me. You're a very sweet person Azul, and I feel very happy because of you, so thank you!"

Azul saw your pretty smile and he instantly found himself blushing from your honest words and lovely expression as his heart pounded faster. He averted his eyes and quickly moved his hand to his face, partially covering the pinkish hue on his cheeks.

"I see." He wasn't sure how to respond to such genuine praises and compliments, especially coming from you. You made him a flustered mess inside.

You were so kind and pure. Honest and sweet. A bundle of joy and sunshine in his dark and cold world. Suddenly, the more Azul thought about you, the more he grew afraid. Thoughts that being with him would cause you hurt and pain in the future. It was dangerous to be with someone like him. He didn't like the idea, but maybe...

Maybe I should just let you go.

Azul shifted his position as he hunched his back, elbows rested against his thighs and hands clasped together by his mouth. "Y/N. What if there was more to me than just this.. sweet person you know?"

"What do you mean?" You said, confused by his question and sudden seriousness.

"What if I'm not who you think I am?" He continued to ask you questions that didn't make any sense to you.

You tilted your head to the side, growing even more befuddled. "I don't understand. What are you saying, Zul?"

Azul sighed deeply before slowly turning his head to look at you. "Y/N, I'm part of the Mafia."

Silence filled the air of the night. You tried to say something. Anything! But your mouth couldn't utter a single word. Lips parted to try and speak, only to close again when no words came out. You were completely taken aback by his words as your e/c eyes continued to stare back at his own blue ones. A few more seconds passed before you were able to say something.

"..okay," you said slowly, though the bewildered look in your eyes was still present.

"Okay? Y/N. I'm being completely serious here. I'm with the Mafia, and that's a fact we can't change." He sighed once more as he casted his gaze downward to the floor. "I don't think we should see each other anymore."

"What..?" You said in disbelief as his words pierced right through your heart.

"I said that we should stop seeing each other. This was a mistake, Y/N. I never should have gotten you involved with me. I—"

"Don't say that!" You shouted. "You.. you don't mean that. I- I don't care if you're part of the Mafia. But don't say that this was a mistake!"

Tears flowed down the corner of your eyes and it hurt Azul to see you like that.

I'm sorry, but I'm doing this for your own good.

"Y/N, please—"

You immediately wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face on his chest. The cookies previously sitting on your lap now lay on the floorboard, but you couldn't care less.

"Please don't say goodbye. Please don't say you'll leave me," you cried.

You're breaking up my walls. Stop this.

"You might get hurt because of me. There are dozens of people out there for you to meet. I'm sure your mother isn't going to forever keep you in your house and—"

"I don't want to if I'm not seeing you anymore. I don't care about meeting new people. I don't care if I can't see the outside world. I don't want to let you go."

No. Don't say that. Stop.

"You're acting like a spoiled child. I'm doing this for you."

"I don't care if I'm spoiled. You can call me selfish but I'm not letting you go." To put emphasis on your words, you hugged him even tighter.

"Y/N. Let. Go." Azul was getting frustrated as he tried to push you away. Unfortunately for him, you wouldn't budge.

"No." You only buried yourself deeper in his chest as you continued to cry.

Why must you be so difficult?

"I said. Let. Go."

"NO!!"

"Why are you being so stubborn?!"

"I'm not stubborn! You are!!"

Azul let out an exasperated sigh. He was getting nowhere with you. It's not like he wanted this either.

"Why are you being like this? I don't like this either, you know?"

"Then let's stay together." You lifted yourself from his chest and looked at him through teary eyes. "Don't let go. We'll.. figure something out."

If you keep being like this, I might just get selfish with you.

"I- I don't know exactly what you do, but I believe you're not as bad as you think you are. And, if ever we come to a dangerous situation, then we'll protect each other. We can do that, right?"

"It's not as easy as it sounds."

"I know that, but.. can't we at least try?" Your voice quavered and your eyes were puffy from shedding so much tears.

And just like that, Azul was done for. His walls crumbled and crashed down, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you. Tightly. Not wanting to let go.

I guess I just can't let you go after all.

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The Generals Daughter

Chapter II

Silence takes over the courtyard as Commandant Panchek stands stunned on the dais in the front. “Come again, rider? How dare you interrupt-“

The boy steps to the side, revealing my lingering figure behind him and the mans face pales instantly when his eyes find my glaring ones. Fear strikes his face.

Damn, I know that my father is scary, and his reputation is ahead of him but that the higher ups still shit their pants when they see me will never not surprise me. That makes me think … how many people around here, besides the Commandant, did father informed that I'll join Basgiath this year?

“A-ah Cadet! I-it’s great to see you’ve made it safely across the Parapet.” Did he- did he just stutter?! My face surely must show amusement because he tries to hide his nervousness and fear with a shit eating grin. If one word describes this man, then it’s pathetic.

He turns to another third year I know all too well – Fen Riorsons son, Xaden. The bane of my father’s existence. He already warned me about my future wingleader and the other “marked ones”.

Xaden looks good though, even with the confused frown on his face that almost everyone up there wears since I arrived with the rider next to- oh well. Not next to me anymore. He must have went off to find his squad.

I can feel the stares on me and hear the whispers of the other cadets on me, while my glare is still fixated on the persons up the dais. My bet is, Panchek tells them who I am and that they discuss which wing I’ll join, even though General Melgren and Sorrengail made it crystal clear where I'll be going.

Suddenly Xaden tenses and throws a quick glance over his shoulder with fury in his eyes to which I only lift an eyebrow in question when our eyes meet. Then he turns back to the others and nods.

The crowd is waiting patiently for them to finish up and it’s Panchek who steps forward again.

“As I was saying, three hundred and two of you have survived the Parapet to become cadets today,” he wears that political slimy smile again. “Good job. Sixty-seven did not.”

Well, that’s unfortunate. My guess is that the weather had a big impact on those numbers, but it could have been that asshole that threw other candidates from the Parapet down like he owns the place. A shiver runs down my spine while thinking he lingers around somewhere, possibly making friends that are as crazy as him. Shits about to get real when my name is revealed, and I don`t know what I should hope for, but I fear the worst.

He talks about the Codex and what we should expect during our first year while he gestures wildly with his hands. All talk, no bite this man. I had the unfortunate luck to meet him more than just once through my father’s career and I did not enjoy his company any fucking minute. He is annoying as hell and wants General Sorrengails position first, and then my fathers. As if that would ever happen, when father’s signet is one of the most important on the continent and when he has Codagh.

“… My best advice? Don’t die.” Easier said than done.

He walks off the dais with his executive commandant in tow but not without throwing a quick glance my way. Please just go away.

A brunette woman steps forward and calls out the section and squad leaders to take their positions. While finding their place in the front, Dain Aetos eyes meet mine over the distance, his eyebrows furrowed as he tries to study me, nice try buddy. He stands in the section of Second Wing; I think he is squad leader for Flame Section if I recall right.

We met each other over a year ago through Violet, since he is or was her best friend. I never liked him, too much of a “we have to strictly follow the rules” guy. But he isn't really fond of me too, thinks I am a bad influence on Violet.

One by one, cadets find their way into formation and soon Second Wing is called.

“Violet Sorrengail. Second Squad! Flame Section! Second Wing!”

Thank god's she is alive, but wait- those were not General Sorrengails orders!!? This is really bad and after finding said girl in the masses she seems to be relieved, but when I let my gaze fall on Dain again– oh? I see how it is. He must have something to do with this, because he has the audacity to smirk when his eyes find mine again. But I know it better than him, he won't be laughing for long.

Violet and her friend (?) walk over to their assigned squad and take place into formation. Third Wing is called and after that Fourth Wing. Time to shine – or not. I am one of the last cadets to be called into formation.

“Arya Melgren. Second Squad! Flame Section! Fourth Wing!” Xaden calls out.

There are more than just a few startled gasps and shocked whispers of my last name.

Only a handful of carefully selected people, mostly leadership, my teachers/trainers plus Violet and Dain, know about my existence, so I am not surprised that the majority here had no fucking clue that General Melgren has a daughter. Even the wingleader, beside Riorson, and their executives look uncomfortable.

I quickly make my way into formation while Xaden is busy studying Violet, trying to find out how the fuck he gets her into Fourth Wing and with the little tilt of his head I think he figured out what to do. He turns his back to the crowd to talk to the wingleader of Second Squad, and then the other two wingleader joins what seems to be a heated discussion. Whispers fills the Rotunda as everyone is waiting for further instructions from their leaders. They turn back and Xadens smirk tells me he got what he wanted. Thank fuck, I wouldn’t want to be in General Sorrengails wrath when she finds out that her daughter would have been somewhere else than the assigned wing.

“Dain Aetos, you and your squad will switch with Aura Beinhaven’s,” Nyra orders. My squad.

“Follow me” Beinhaven says and steps forward with her squad following. Well, everyone but me, I have specific orders from above. And while my now ex-squad gives me confused stares as they're passing me, Xaden and I share a quick glance. He nods once and I know, I stay where I am, about to join Aetos squad.

Aetos and his squad find their way into my direction, the squad leader at the front.

“Aetos” I greet him with a grin on my lips, arms crossed. I`ll annoy the fuck out of him this year, this will be so much fun. “Melgren,” he replies with a frown on his face, “I believe your squad is now in Second Wing.”

“I am right where I belong to. Fourth Wing, Flame Section, Second Squad. Those were the orders” I say, my gaze hardening to underline what I am hinting at. Realization crosses his face, and he grows uncomfortable under my glare.

“Into formation, Second Squad!” he orders with a hiss when he notices cadets lingering around.

Violet and her friend find their place next to me, greeting me with a gentle smile which I gladly return. “Arya, I am glad to see you.” “Same goes for you, Silver One. I am happy to see you made it safely.”

The dark tanned girl next to her scoffs at my response, which confuses me. “Hardly” she murmurs.

My eyes find Violets blue ones with question marks all over my face. She leans over and whispers “A guy from now First Wing tried to kill me after throwing another candidate down the Parapet, Jack Barlowe is his name” in my ear. Oh shit, that must have been the asshole I saw earlier when I observed the candidates.

Eyes widening, I quickly scan her for possible injuries but to my relief, I find none.

“Quiet” Dain hisses in front of us.

Our focus shifts back up the dais where Xaden steps forward. Violet tenses as she keeps eye contact with our wingleader. I take her hand into mine to ease her nerves, which doesn`t goes unnoticed by her friend. Shit, I need to ask Vi for her name before I embarrass myself.

“Rhiannon Matthias” the girl whispers to which I send a thankful nod and a gentle smile, getting a grin back in return.

“You’re all cadets now,” Xadens voice caries out over the formations. “Take a look at your squad. These are the only people guaranteed by Codex not to kill you. But just because they can’t end your life doesn’t mean others won’t. You want a dragon? Earn one.”

Some cadets cheer like they already have a dragon, but the three of us stay quiet. There is nothing to cheer about in this hellhole.

I space out while Xaden edges the crowd but along the cheers … there is something different. It’s not just cheering, that`s-

“Oh gods, they are beautiful” Rhiannon whispers as my gaze shifts to the sky. There they are – the dragons belonging to the leadership of the Riders Quadrant.

Unbelievably gorgeous and incredibly deadly at the same time. It’s always unsettling to be around Codagh, since he is the biggest dragon on the continent and given our history, but Sgaeyl, Xadens dragon – she is undeniable fascinating and terrifying. Especially when she stares into Violets eyes like she wants to eat her.

A cadet bolds out of formation, screaming and trying to get away from here. All hell breaks loose.

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Cross-Checked ~ Chapter 1

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!.

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world.,

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again?

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; evil exes...

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Chapter 1: it's supposed to be my year - Andy

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The Red line is a good place to hide from the world.

A dive bar that's only really known by locals and a perfect hideout for the local team, The Boston Bruins. This is where we can find the hero of our story. Or a broken heart reeling from the shock of a lifetime. The bartender puts the third glass of Glenlevet 12 in front of the broken man at the corner of his bar. 

Andy

“You want something to eat Barber?”

I shook my head. The idea of food just made me want to throw up. This must be the worst day of my life. Sitting at our local dive, all I wanted to do was to drink myself to sleep. Maybe then I'll wake up from this nightmare. Have you ever been stood up at the alter? No? Lucky you.

“Knew I’d find you here.” I looked over to my best friend and alternate captain Lukas Andrews. He signaled to Mike, the bartender, and pointed to my glass. “You ok?”

“I'm great. Just perfect.” I pulled at the tie on the collar of my tux. “I mean I paid for an entire wedding and the down payment on a house, but my bride decided to fuck my team mate the night before our wedding and lucky me I overheard them arguing about it right before she was going walk down the aisle.” I slammed back my drink. “Oh, and she runs away with said teammate.”

I signal for another. And dropped my head to the bar. “Andy maybe you should slow down?” Luke said.

“Why? I don't want to feel Luke. I just want to numb the pain.” Can’t he see that I just want me heart to stop hurting. I was betrayed by two people that I trusted tremendously and now have to deal with not just one heartbreak but two.

“I know buddy but maybe you should sleep?”

Luke’s a great best friend to have. He always tries to take care of me and I’d do the same for him. But right now, I don’t want to take care of myself. “No, we drink.”

That's the last thing I remember.

Please let me be dead.

That could be the only explanation as to why I was in so much pain. The alternative is that its a massive hangover and that would suck worse. I cracked an eye and sunlight hit me like fucking a truck. Fuck, I’m alive and it was going to be a hell of a day. It took everything to get to the bathroom and throw up like I’m a goddamm teenager.

I’m a 31-year-old professional hockey player. I don't get drunk anymore.

At least I didn't before yesterday. And it hit me that the love of my life screwed one of my best friends and teammates the night before our wedding and I got listen to him beg her not to marry me.

Fuck Fiona and fuck Craig Bailey.

I wandered downstairs, the aroma of fresh coffee hitting me like water in the Sahara. This is why Luke is my best friend. Fully expecting to see him sitting at the island, I'm stunned when I see my other best friend and Luke's sister making breakfast. “Morning?”

Leighton Andrews.

If there was one girl I wish I could marry it would been her. I’ve known the Andrews siblings since Luke and I were in kindergarten. Hell, I've been around since Leia was just a sweet little baby. She was an annoying brat for most of my childhood. But then when we came home for Christmas our freshman year of college and every change. Leia was only 14 at the time but she grew up way more than that. She had always been short, taking after their mother but everything else had grown up. She had tits that were perfect, a banging ass that I wanted to feel in my hands.

There was just one small problem.

She's my best friend's sister.

To call Luke overprotective would be the biggest understatement in the world. After their dad died in a freak accident, Luke took his job as “man of the house” very seriously. He made sure that his mom didn't feel lonely, and he made it his mission to protect his sister by any means necessary.

As the dutiful best friend, I, of course, helped him in his mission to protect her.

Did I have selfish reasons?

Yes. 

Did I tell him that?

I'm alive so what does that tell you.

“Hey Andy, good morning!” Leia chirped. She had always been a ball of sunshine and it was something that I loved about her. Except, wait, how did she get into my townhome?

“I say this with love, Leia, but what are you doing here? And how did you get into my house?”

She flashed me that goddam smile that makes me give her whatever hell she wants. “Mike called.”

Sadly, that's enough of an explanation.

“Where's lover boy? I thought you guys were attached at the hip?” I poured myself a cup of water, drained it with two ibuprofen and then moved on to coffee.

“Bret is on a business trip right now. He'll be back on Friday.”  

Bret. Blah, the man was a waste of space in mine and Luke’s opinion. He’s a stockbroker for some Fortune 500 company. When Leia started dating him, he was the epitome of douche bag. For the last year, Leia had subtly changed. She used to be a free spirit, dressed however she wanted. But Bret wanted a sophisticated partner that was like the other wives of brokers in his company. He would spend money to upgrade her wardrobe and then they bought a house together six months ago. I hated that. Even when I was with Fiona, I knew Leia deserved better. But she’s happy, and that’s all I can ask for.

“Was he even at my wedding? Or as I call it the implosion of my life?”

Leia came over and wrapped her arm around me and put her head on my shoulder. “He was there. He told me to tell you how was and sorry that Fiona was a complete bitch.”

“He did not say that.”

“Ok, fine, it was me but that's because it’s the truth.” Leia smiled at me sadly. “I’m so sorry, Andy.”

“Thanks, Leia.” I scrubbed a hand over my face. “I guess I'm just glad I found out before I married her.”

“She's an idiot Andy. I mean who in their right mind ditch a man like you?”

This really wasn't the time to get a semi. Her compliment is doing things to me.

“Please don't tell me she did it because I neglected her or drove her into another man's arms? I mean I know I’ve been busy but I was trying to secure our future, you know?” Fuck, did I screw this up? I was working to be named captain this upcoming season. The Bruins made that announcement a couple of weeks ago. It had been awesome at the time but was it tainted now?

“I don’t know. She’s been with you for like three years. She knows what it's like to be a WAG. She’s a fucking idiot Andy.” She moved to rub my back.

I looked around my townhouse. “I have to move out of this place because I have a new home. That she wanted. Fuck,” I dropped my head onto the kitchen counter with a thud. “Ow.” 

Leia chose at that moment to let out a series of adorable giggles, her second-choice weapon in her arsenal. “Feel better?”

“No,” I mumble.

She came over and kissed my forehead. “Everything is going to be ok. You are the captain this year. Your best friends are right beside you. And we'll always be by your side.”

I looked up at her. “Promise?” I held out my pinkie, something the three of us have done since we were kids. She took it with her own.

“Promise.”

“Fuck, who turned on the brightness?” Luke wandered into the kitchen. He took a seat next to me and lowered his head into his arms. “I’m never drinking with you again Barber.”

“I didn’t say you had to match me drink for drink Andrews.” I looked around, searching for his girlfriend. I vaguely remember her coming with him to the bar. “Where is Miranda?”

“She’s sleeping. I tried to wake her, but she said she’s not getting up unless I can promise pancakes and bacon in bed.” Luke looked at his sister. “I love you.”

Leia rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’m doing this because I need to make sure you guys were ok. I gotta get back home for a meeting.”

I smiled at her. “You’re the best Leia.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

After the banging in my head subsided, I went to the new house. I needed to make this place my own. Fuck whatever Fiona wanted. I would make this the home of my dreams, not hers. As I walked up to the front, I saw someone sitting on the stoop. “The fuck are you doing here?” The nerve of this guy showing up to my house.

Craig stood up. “I just want a minute to explain.”

“Explain what? How you "accidentally" slept with my fiancé or how you were trying to convince her to leave me?” I raged. This fucker has balls, I'll give him that.

“Andy, it’s not like that. I'm in love with her. I have been for a long time.” 

“You slept with her once and all of a sudden, you've been in love with her for forever? Bull shit man.”

“It wasn't just once,” he said quietly. 

I stopped. “Wanna run that by me again?” I must have not heard him clearly

“It wasn't just the once. We've been seeing each other for the last year.”

We all heard that right?

“You've got to be kidding me! You've been fucking my fiancé for the last year?” I don't even let him respond. I deck him across the chin and drop him to the floor. Lucky for him, Luke shows up just when I go to hit him again.

“Andy! Stop! He's not worth it.” Luke grabs my arm and pulls me back. Another set of hands takes mine. I look back and see Leia and I calm a little under her touch.

“I fucking hate you! You were one of my best friends and you did this to me. Fuck you! You're dead to me!”

“We are on the same team Andy!” Craig argues. “I’m sorry but I love her, and we didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I don't give a shit. She was mine and you fucked me over. I'll work with you on the ice, but I never want to speak to you or look at you outside of the arena ever again! Go back to your bitch and tell her I'll send her shit to her mother's.” Luke pushes Craig away from me and down the drive. I turned away and Leigh wrapped her arms around me, and I buried my head in her neck, sobbing into her. “Why?” I asked her.

“I don't know Andy but I'm right here.” She rubbed my back as Luke dealt with Craig. “Let it out, I've got you.”

This was supposed to be my year. I had the captaincy, I had a championship caliber team and a fiancé that I thought loved me. 

This was supposed to be my year. 

Now I know what it's like to get screwed over with my pants on.

Life is funny like that.

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Alcina blinds Y/N in one eye and kidnaps them angst part 5

18+ Minors DNI

Alright, part 5. In this one, Y/N is a bit… Morally gray? But for good reason. Read part 4 here! Let’s get into it!

You sleep for almost a full day after Alcina brings you back to her room. She holds you in her arms, cradling you close and whispering gently to you. While she is overjoyed at being able to snuggle with you again, she is slowly being tormented as her guilt eats away at her. She hates seeing you so weak and sick.

She watches you and analyzes every small movement you make in your sleep, obsessed with your very being. She has not taken her eyes off of you for literal hours. But finally, after a while, the quiet of her bedroom and the warmth of your body lull Alcina into an uneasy slumber.

However, not too long after Alcina has dozed off, your eyes begin to flutter open. You look around in confusion at your surroundings. Where are you? It seems familiar, but… You can’t quite place it. Your brain feels fuzzy, like it’s forgotten something. Seriously. Where the hell are you? It’s scary that you can’t figure it out. But, before you can really panic, you realize that someone has their arms wrapped around you. Your first immediate thought is that it’s Elena and you breathe out a sigh of relief. Elena makes everything better. But, as you turn to greet your wife and give her a kiss… You’re met with Alcina instead.

You gasp as everything suddenly comes flooding back to you. All of the horrible things you’ve been through hit you all at once. It’s overwhelming. You and Hope being dragged to castle Dimitrescu, Alcina slashing your arm and letting it get so infected… Elena dying.

You feel a deep rage burning inside of you. The person offering you comfort right now is also the person who tortured you mercilessly and caused you all this pain in the first place. This is her fault. Your blood is boiling. You want to claw out her eyes, choke her… Kill her. Your mind flits through many murderous fantasies. But, there is one very important reason that Alcina is more valuable to you alive than she is dead.

Hope.

Alcina has your daughter and she knows where she is in the castle. Plus, you’re pretty much certain that Alcina has already told the girls to keep a watchful eye on Hope while she is here with you. There’s no way they will disobey their mother.

Your little girl is locked away. You wouldn’t even know where to begin looking… And Alcina would be able to track you down long before you found your daughter. You long to hold Hope in your arms again. To tell her how much you love her. Just one more time. She’s already lost her mother. You feel heartbroken that she lost you too during these last couple of days.

You’ve got to think of a plan to get you both out of here, but… You literally have to bite back a wave of nausea when you realize what your best course of action is. You’re going to have to… Charm Alcina. Woo her. Seduce her. Make her feel like you are finally warming up to her again. What a fucking joke. Kissing up to Alcina after all that she’s put you through? This is just another kick in the teeth. But… Yes, this plan could actually work. That’s Alcina’s ultimate goal, isn’t it? For you to become some mindless zombie that follows her aimlessly and gives her constant affection.

Back when you two were together, Alcina ate up the compliments you gave her like candy. She needs to be validated. It’s almost… Childish the way that she longs for attention and praise. You were so naive. You didn’t mind showering her with sweet words and spending all of your time with her. You just didn’t realize how truly selfish she was… And that will be a mistake that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

You don’t want to wait for Alcina to wake up on her own. Who knows how long that will take. So… Maybe you should start working your new hustle right now?

Despite the circumstances, Alcina looks stunning, as she always does, in her flowing black nightgown. Her skin is so soft and supple. You can’t believe what you’re thinking, but right now you wouldn’t mind railing her hard to blow off some steam, and… This could be your only chance to find Hope. It would be like killing two birds with one stone… You just pray that Elena would be able to forgive what you’re about to do.

You stare down at Alcina’s sleeping form with pure hate… Before you begin to place gentle kisses along her neck.

Alcina stirs as she dozes and enjoys the sensation. But, her eyes soon pop open when she realizes who is causing this unexpected pleasure.

…You.

Giving Alcina your most charming smile, you speak up. “Hello, beautiful.”

Note: Y/N is literally sleeping with the enemy. Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do, you know?

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44 with CumDrop plsssssss 🥺🥺

Oh this was a fun pairing to write. Also, this is the dress Cumulus has on if you were curious.

On the rare occasions that there was a day between Rituals, the pack loved to either spend the day in a makeshift nest in Papa’s room watching movies and relaxing together or going out to a club or bar in whatever town they were in that day. This particular day, everyone had decided they needed to let out some pent up energy and found a club to go out to later that night. Dew in particular was excited to be able to go out and have some drinks and dance with his pack. Glamours were a pain in the ass, sure, but he loved the thought of hiding in plain sight amongst humans, knowing he could easily rip the entire place apart and hardly break a sweat.

With a beer in hand, he danced with Rain practically in the middle of the dance floor. The music was some shitty club music, he didn’t care what it was, but he couldn’t bring himself to care how bad it was because all he could focus on was Rain. He was behind Dew, his hand on his hip as he pulled him back against his body. It was a wonderful change up from how they tended to act on stage and Dew was losing himself in the feeling of Rain grinding on him from behind. His head fell back against Rain’s shoulder as they moved together, getting lost in the feeling of having his Water Ghoul moving against him.

“We have an audience,” Rain whispered in his ear, turning Dew’s head slowly over to one of the tables that the pack had claimed. “She’s been staring at you all night. Not that I blame her, you look hot as hell tonight.”

Dew knew he looked good. He wore his favorite black skinny jeans, faded band tee, his black leather jacket that had been through hell and back, and pair of chunky black boots. Even with his glamour up, he had felt eyes on him the second they had walked into the club, but thankfully hadn’t been approached by any humans. Something about him screamed dangerous without even trying hard, but that didn’t stop people from staring. But the person staring wasn’t a human, it was Cumulus.

“Looks like she wants to eat you alive, Phoenix.” Rain ran his hand across Dew’s chest and up to his neck, squeezing just enough to have Dew’s eyes fluttering shut and a soft moan fly from his lips. “Maybe I should let her.” He brushed Dew’s long light ginger hair away from his neck and leaned down to bite it and Dew could hear him chuckling. “Got her.”

Dew opened his eyes to see Cumulus making her way across the floor to the two of them. She looked…Satanas how had he not noticed what she was wearing tonight until now? Her curls were wild and shimmering with the blue and silver hair tinsel that Aurora had woven into her hair before they left. The dress she had picked out was a beautiful dark blue with silver stars all over it and she wore blue strappy heels that accentuated her legs perfectly. Dew could feel his cock twitch in his pants and his heartbeat going crazy in his chest.

Rain stepped away with a wicked grin on his face when the Air Ghoulette had reached them, passing Dew off to her. “Good luck you two.”

Dew was stunned as he tried to just look at her, taking in how stunning she looked tonight. “Fuck Lussy you look-”

Cumulus grabbed Dew’s chin and immediately pulled him in, kissing him hard and messy. They were all teeth and tongues, Cumulus biting at Dew’s lip hard enough to draw blood and pulling a wanton moan from him. Her hands wove through his hair and his roamed up and down her sides, claws digging in just enough for her to feel it but not enough to damage her dress. Even in a lust filled haze, he knew better than to damage Cumulus’ clothing. They stayed locked together making out like teenagers as the rest of the pack looked on taking bets as to who was going to fuck who later. When they finally pulled away, both were breathless and leaning against the other for stability.

“You’re mine tonight, Firelily.” Cumulus smirked, kissing Dew once more before dragging him off to the bathroom to finish what they started.

Kiss prompt!

#midnight writes #they’re both so hot fucking hell #cumdrop #cumulus ghoulette #dewdrop ghoul #kiss prompt #spicy tag #kinda just a little #luci boo ❤️

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River Reads Midnight Sun

Chapter 2: Open Book

In which Edward faces his fears and spends an agonizing amount of time hyperfixating on Bella.

<-Chapter 1

So we jump into chapter two AND next week, as it has been six days since Edward (shockingly) succeeded in leaving town forever (citation needed)! He is chilling (ha) in a snowbank, staring up at the stars, which are truly magnificent. Or he knows they would be, except he can't quite see anything except Bella's face. Yes, the girl has haunted him straight to (checks location on a map) oh he's in ALASKA, okay! I wasn't sure where Denali was, but I was PRETTY sure even Edward couldn't drive a car to Russia. (You'll see why I considered Russia in a minute.)

Anyway, the "unremarkable" face of this girl he's literally never spoken to directly has been haunting him for six days, which is indeed troubling. While he is brooding on this, the thoughts of a new character come leaping towards him. This is where we meet Tanya, a vampire with silver skin, blonde-but-almost-pink curly hair, amber eyes, and full lips. Mary Sue Tanya is stunning and exquisite, at least from Ed's memory, since he still can't see past the face permanently branded on his eyeballs.

So anyway, Mary Sue Tanya does a cannonball into Ed's snowbank, burying him alive with snow but not burying the image of Bella. It becomes clear that she has been crushing on Ed and is sad he will be leaving soon and doesn't return her affections, although he is very polite and gentlemanly about it.

(Honestly, I liked her well enough until we got to the "I'm not used to rejection" line, and then she starts sifting through the memories of all her human male conquests next to the actual mind reader who she is attracted to, to which I say WOMAN REALLY??? I don't think making the guy you like EVEN MORE UNCOMFORTABLE than he's already admitted you kinda make him is an effective way to gain his affections?!)

ANYWAY, thankfully they get off THAT subject quickly and have a really quite nice conversation, wherein Ed apologizes for getting her hopes up by coming to her home territory and Tanya tries to be a good friend. We see a mention of her "long-lost Russian accent," thus my uncertainty about location, and she tells him she knows he won't keep running from his mystery problem because he's the type who faces things head-on. Mary Sue TANYA then runs away across the snow, so light and fast she doesn't even leave footprints, suggesting a connection between vampires and wood elves.

Encouraged by this pep talk, Gary Stu Edward also gets up and runs footprintless across the snow, determined to be brave and go back and face those "bewildered chocolate-brown eyes," and hopefully not eat the girl attached to them.

SCENE CHANGE!

Edward's back in town, and his three vampire siblings/classmates are huddled around him as they head into the lunchroom, being quite adorably protective, honestly. Alice is trying to foresee any problematic eventualities, Jasper thinks it's funny that EDWARD is the one everyone's fretting over instead of him, Emmett is acting like a bodyguard, and Ed is just exasperated with all of them.

To his surprise, nobody at school is thinking about them, suggesting that Bella didn’t blab about his black murderstare from last chapter. After all, a normal human would have asked around about it, because humans and especially teens all like to feel NORMAL and FIT IN and be a "featureless flock of sheep" and WOW, should I be more annoyed at Ed or the author for this intense bias against high schoolers?! But of course Bella isn't like those OTHER kids, she doesn't do things like talk to people when something weird happens!

About this time, Bella walks in and Alice is all, "Act human!" To which Emmett responds by taking out the snowball he compressed into an ice chunk with his superstrength and chucking it at Alice, who casually deflects it across the room at superspeed, where it cracks a brick. This does, ironically, draw attention away from them. Everyone is annoyed at Emmett, which is fair, but also, ALICE COULDN'T YOU HAVE JUST CAUGHT IT INSTEAD OF POTENTIALLY SHOOTING SOMEONE?

Ahem. So Bella's in the lunch line, and Mike Newton, Regular High School Guy And Insignificant Human Rival, is worried about her. Ed starts also worrying about if she might be sickly, what with her translucent skin. (Are we 100% sure BELLA is human?!) The vampires do a slightly better job of acting natural, and Edward decides to refer to Bella as “Bella” and not just "the girl,” "as if she were the only girl in the world," which is HILARIOUS considering where we all know this is going!

After eavesdropping on Bella and Jessica whispering about him looking at her (Bella thinks he's mad at her, after the whole murderstare incident), Bella hunkers under her hair and avoids eye contact, although Ed thinks she keeps twitching like she WANTS to look at him. Then, at long last, lunch ends and everyone starts going to class. There is another internal struggle while Ed reviews what all of his vampire family members have advised about this situation. (Emmett sounding the least helpful, as he has apparently encountered two such delicious-smelling-people incidents that... uh... sound like they did NOT go well?) But Ed is determined to prove to himself that he has the self-control to sit through biology without murdering Bella, so off he goes.

(By the way, Rosalie complains she doesn't want to have to move because they're almost finally out of high school. Again, why are you pretending to be high school students?! It's not like you'll age whether you're there or not?! HOW DOES THIS HELP YOUR COVER??)

Edward gets to Biology to find Bella at their table, doodling randomly. He decides to introduce himself. He gets briefly lost in gratuitously detailed descriptions of her eyeballs and how they are simultaneously like chocolate and strong tea, and how could anyone so frail be deserving of his unwarranted hatred last week? He's also holding his breath, but has enough air in his longs for a reasonably lengthy conversation AND a short laugh, during which Bella is... surprised/startled that he called her Bella? Because her dad introduced her to everyone as Isabella? But she's apparently told multiple people since she got here that she prefers Bella? So he probably could have learned that even without his super vampire eavesdropping powers? WHY is this weird enough to be suspicious, and HOW does it indicate she is intuitive?

Well, the book and Ed believe she is insightful and intuitive, so I guess we should just go with it. Ed does eventually needs to breath so he can talk, and even though just breathing through his mouth is like tasting the FIERY COALS of her deliciousness, and their brief moment of making skin contact is like an ELECTRIC SHOCK, he manages to continue acting normal.

By the way, along with being unconventionally if lopsidedly pretty and smelling delicious, Bella was also in advanced-placement biology at her previous school and Knows Science! Edward realizes this must mean she is ESPECIALLY intelligent for a human, which of course makes perfect sense. After all, she was the first student in two years to look him in the eye long enough to notice they'd changed from the Murderstare Incident's I'm-going-to-eat-you black to today's calmer I'm-probably-not-going-to-eat-you-except-by-accident amber/gold! My friends, may I remind you this man previously admitted he has two medical degrees, a thing that probably required some amount of physically attending college. I really wonder if Ed's standards would be more realistic if he ever once SOCIALIZED WITH HIS HUMAN CLASSMATES.

In an effort to maintain normalcy, they talk about the weather. Bella does not like the cold and wet of Forks. She clearly does not like being in Forks at all. She is vague and grumpy about why she came here, and Edward is so obsessed curious that he may implode (this is the actual word used). We learn (agonizingly slowly) that her mom remarried—and no, Edward, Bella DOES like the guy, he's nice and a minor-league baseball player; and no, Edward, her mom DIDN'T send her here, SHE sent HERSELF here so her mom could happily travel with her step-dad rather than unhappily stay home with her! Ed is certain by now that Bella "isn't like other humans" because he keeps guessing her story arcs wrong and she's just so CONFUSING and UNPREDICTABLE, and this can't possibly be because he's about 100 years out of practice having a normal conversation without a cheat code into the other person's brain.

(Okay, to be fair, there are at LEAST two moments of self-awareness where Ed wonders if he'd be this bad at reading everybody without his mindreading powers. We should give him points for that.)

But despite his difficulties, he DOES figure out that Bella is unhappy, mostly by her sending out signals that a rhino could decipher. When he confronts her with this observation, her response is, "So?" And after meditating on this for an unusually brief paragraph, Ed realizes THE ANSWER:

"She was selfless."

I'm sorry, guys, I need to break for a second, that's the first part that made me laugh out loud. Can someone lend me a combine to harvest all this corn.

(Side Note: As previously stated, I have not read the books or watched the movies, so I could be biased by the negative side of the fanbase. But my general impression of Bella has not lent itself to "selflessness." BUT, it is only chapter two and I am only going off of general hearsay! The amount of poorly concealed disgruntlement is not impressing me, though.)

Anyway, Ed guesses that she doesn't really like her situation but doesn't want people to KNOW she doesn't like it. He continues to marvel at how positively he feels towards this girl, how discerning she is, how *cough* selfless she is, not like an "average martyr" who would actually tell someone she's not 100% happy with her SACRIFICE. Bella gets annoyed, which Ed finds amusing, so there's another adjective for the list. But then she says she's annoyed because she's so easy to read, and Edward can't believe this, because he's never had to work so hard to read someone before! Again, this couldn't possibly be because she's the first person in 100+ years whose mind he can't read!

By the way, Bella also seems to be oblivious immune to the usual red flags normal humans feel around vampires! Ed tries smiling dangerously at her, but the teacher breaks up their conversation with actual classtime, so he gets to angst for a few paragraphs about why he shouldn't find this girl interesting and how dangerous this is for her and yet how MUCH he wants to know more about her. And also trying not to kill her when her thick, black hair flips in his direction and drives his vampire nose bananas.

He books it as soon as the bell rings, having survived the encounter without murdering anyone but with so many new questions about this unremarkable, shy, frail, unmindreadable-yet-highly-face-readable, delicious-smelling, selfless, quietly disgruntled human girl.

(Side Note: I have learned a new word!

"Attar—a fragrant essential oil, typically made from rose petals."

Ex: "Again, I gasped at the clean, wet air outside as though it was a healing attar."

*loud sighing noises*)

So after that brief break, he goes to class with Emmett. Emmett, IMMENSELY HELPFUL EMMETT, asks how it went, questions if it wouldn't be easier to just get it over with, reassures Ed that everyone would understand if he messed up (GIVING IN IS NOT THE SAME AS "MESSING UP," EMMETT), and then vividly visualizes a time he experienced a really good-smelling woman and ate her. Between his earlier blasé-ness about not "wallowing in guilt" over past mistakes and this section's lack of anything indicating regret about that incident, I take back any nice things I might have said about this guy. Emmett, YOU. ARE. THE WORST.

It's so bad that Ed has to bolt out of class AGAIN, although it doesn't help that Emmett follows him and continues to suggest maybe Ed should just get it over with if it's so bad, can Alice or somebody please come punch him. Ed finally gets him to leave and hides in his car. Then, "like an addict" (his own words), he searches the whole school for thoughts about Bella. From his car. My GUY, just how UNREASONABLY powerful ARE your mind radar skills???

He finally locates Bella in gym class, because Mike, who is mad about Ed talking to her, is thinking in logical, complete sentences (as one does) about how satisfied he is that Bella doesn't seem interested in Edward. He also conveniently remembers her asking "what was with" Edward last Monday (after the Deathstare Incident). So apparently Bella isn't QUITE abnormal unique enough to stay totally silent when she encounters a weird thing (not that Edward notices). Ed's response to his annoyance over Mike's satisfaction is to blast "violent music," which seems the opposite of helpful to me.

We end the chapter with Bella coming out of school and heading to her rusty old truck while Ed watches her creepily from his car. She almost hits another student's car when she locks eyes with him, and Ed has to laugh at her sudden increased driving vigilance, as if she might be DANGEROUS! Because of course it's RIDICULOUS to think that BELLA could be dangerous to ANYONE in ANY vehicle, as if the driver's physical frailty has any bearing on the damage a truck can do when crashing into cars or non-vampires at speed.

AND SCENE!

I'm gonna be honest, guys, that one was a couple degrees more agonizing than the first chapter. I dread how much more I'm going to hear about Ed's conflicting desires to eat Bella and be attracted to her simultaneously average yet fascinating allure. She's just so unusually unique and smart and intuitive and selfless and shy and frail and inspires protective instincts, you see, and she's not like ANY OTHER human he's ever encountered, even though we have evidence now that sometimes certain vampires just find certain humans irresistibly delicious, and we can probably extrapolate that those humans were somehow immune to vampire powers, too.

I also highly question Bella's above-average "martyrdom," considering she dropped her guard pretty fast around the cute stranger and basically broadcasted how unhappy she is with her decision, which makes it feel a bit like she did what she did so she could feel good about herself rather than because it was the best thing to do? Being selfless doesn't mean COMPLETELY ignoring your own needs, or justify using your good deed as an excuse to have a poor attitude. Of course, considering that half her traits that Ed notices and marvels over are actually fairly normal, I don't think any of us feel a strong need to trust his assessments of her character.

Next up is CHAPTER THREE: RISK. I'm sure it will feature Edward being very level-headed and undramatic. I think I need to build my endurance back up for this one. (And thanks for the likes and comments so far, they really help keep me motivated! =D)

Chapter 3->

#River reads midnight sun #twilight #vampires #edward cullen #bella swan #satire #literary analysis maybe?#My word there are 29 chapters and an epilogue #Lend me your strength yall #River reviews

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Ride it - Urizen x Reader/ Devil may cry - part 1

Part 2

Description: Urizen should be stopped from eating the fruit from the tree and what better way to help than you? By the way, he's in mating season *cough*

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, sex with a demon, size difference, mating season

Other: It's a random story. I haven't watched a DMC Lets Play in a long time, so I'm not up to date. The story is written in freestyle, so it can differ significantly from the original story. I hope you still enjoy reading!

"Say Y/n," you looked up from your book when you heard Dante's voice and your eyes became skeptical, "you definitely want to know how to ride a demon, right?"

Your eyes widened and Nero almost spit out his drink when he heard the question.

"Uh..." was the only thing you managed to say and Dante started talking again: "For our plan we need someone to distract Urizen a bit and since demons also have their mating season and Urizen happens to be one of these demons," the idiot made a flirty eyebrow movement and your eyes radiated pure bewilderment.

You skillfully ignored the fact that your cheeks burned with embarrassment and your heart was pounding.

"You want me to fuck your brother, Dante? Really?... Besides, his demon form will kill me before I can even say a word. What's more, Vergil generally doesn't really... suffer me." You ruined his plans and he just grinned wider. Oh no, that wasn't good.

The next moment you were sitting on the bus with Dante, V and Nero, Nico was driving of course. You stared at each one of them, stunned. They had simply abducted themselves and now you had to cloud the dispatch of a Demon King. You wouldn't survive that and neither would your abdomen.

"Guys, that's sick," Nico also piped up and you were so grateful to her for that, but Dante had very little interest in that statement.

"She doesn't have to sleep with him, we'll intervene in time and save her, don't worry. A Demon King would be too big for our human friend anyway, right Y/n?" In fact, his statement outraged you. How would he know that? What was so special or different about this Urizen than a human man?

Well, he was a very big demon in his own right and... he was a demon. But his penis shouldn't be so different from human men... right? You shook your head in embarrassment as you thought about it and without being able to control it, a pleasant feeling spread between your legs. You would feel hot and your cheeks would burn.

"What if you can't save her in time or something comes up?" asked Nico skeptically and brought the car to a stop. Your gaze turned to Dante and he scratched the back of his neck.

“Then I hope for Y/n’s sake that she’s not a virgin anymore, haha,” Dante’s laugh sounded a little embarrassed. You almost fell back on the seat and Nero was barely able to hold on to you. His eyes were worried.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to you and we will intervene in time. We just have to distract Urizen from us. He must not eat this fruit."

You nodded and started walking, but you had to run ahead. His body was shaking and you could feel the power radiating from him. Urizen's strength was so much that your legs almost gave out and you shuddered.

Fear arose within you, but there was also another feeling. There he stood and stared at the fruit. His form was still shrouded and tendrils were coming out of his body. Your eyes got bigger and bigger. Something told you that he knew you were there and yet you were still alive.

“What do you want, human,” his almost robotic voice reached you and your mouth went dry.

"I wanted..., I wanted to make you an offer, Vergil," his big head jerks towards you at your voice. He recognized you.

“Y/n...” his deep voice made you nervous, but somehow it also made you feel good. You hate to admit it, but somehow you've always had feelings for Vergil. The fact that he was a demon didn't bother you much, you actually found it very interesting. You often thought about what it would be like to be touched by a demon. How his lips felt, his hands on your soft skin and most of all, how good he would be at taking you. Would you stand it? Would you like it?

Every thought of it had always made you wet, but your mind told you to ignore those feelings since Vergil wasn't a simple personality. But sometimes you saw how he read books, just like you, how he liked to be alone, because he liked to be left alone, just like you.

You were so alike, yet so different. He had never even glanced at you. Except for burning looks that you couldn't judge. It was the longing that was always getting ready, but at the same time you would have convinced yourself that you weren't good enough for him. Nobody was good enough for Vergil. Except himself.

"Get out of here, Y/n. This is no place for you," his voice brought you out of your trance and you took a step towards him. He growled, his head turning to every move you made. You notice that he reacted to you differently. Still dismissive, but he doesn't take his eyes off you. Could he smell the excitement rising inside you?

"Don't you want to listen to what offer I have for you?", you came closer and closer to him, "I heard that you are in your mating season."

The Demon King sucked in a sharp breath when he heard this and with every step you got closer he could smell you. A sweet innocent scent. You weren't a demon, but he could feel that his heart was crying out to take you. To take care of you. All this time he was trying to distance himself from you, he didn't want to fall in love with a weak, mortal human being.

But he wasn't stupid either, he knew that his brother was behind it and wanted to stop him from eating the fruit. Dante was hiding and watching the spectacle closely. Vergil now turns completely towards you and you had to swallow as his muscles tensed.

“What do you say to the offer, King Urizen,” you breathe, trying to find your voice again. Your pulse pounded against your throat and you could hear it in your ears.

"You should be careful who you give in to," he briefly looked in Dante's direction, then he tore the fruit from the tree and grabbed you. His hand fit perfectly around your waist and you gasped as the air was knocked from your lungs. Dante ran out of hiding, but it was too late. Virgil, you and the fruit were gone.

"Holy crap," Dante swore and ran his hands through his hair.

"Good luck Y/n. She'll definitely give me hell..."

Everything happened so quickly. A large claw grabbed you and the next moment the Demon King was sitting on his throne with you on his lap. Not only were his eyes watching you, no, the other eyes that were spread across his body were also looking at you. Urizen no longer looked the same, he had eaten the fruit and parts of his body had broken off and his face was now exposed. His green eyes burned into yours and you became uneasy.

What was he thinking? Would he kill you? Why hasn't he done it now? Suddenly the large claw came towards you and grabbed his chin, gentler than expected. It was so big that it could cover and smash his entire face.

"What's wrong, Y/n, have you swallowed your tongue? I still have an offer to make with you or is this falling through because my stupid brother's plan didn't go quite as planned?" his voice sounded amused.

You hadn't considered that. Vergil now had the fruit and Dante was supposed to save you, but things went wrong. Just as you had thought and now you were sitting on the huge leg of a demon king who was in mating season and could kill himself at any time.

"As if you were interested in me," you tried to free yourself from his grip as he wrapped his claw around you again, "you never liked me, Vergil," when you said his name, the demon growled and his grip tightened a little. You gasped, but he hadn't crushed you.

Then he let go and you quickly slipped off his lap. You could feel him watching your every move. He might have come after you, but in his current form he almost didn't care. You couldn't escape, he had taken you to the demon world and you were here all alone, without protection. Only he could help you, but he remained seated and watched as you leaned against the nearest stone and sat down on the ground.

You were sitting right in front of him and you knew you couldn't stray too far. It was just too dangerous, you had to trust Dante and the others to get themselves out of here. Even if it was really difficult for you. The demon watched you as your exhausted eyes closed.

He could feel the pleasure building within him, but he tried to hold it back. His frame was far too big for you, he would only hurt you and Urizen hated to admit it, but he didn't want to hurt you. But you were human, neither strong nor had demonic genes, and yet his core wanted you. He wanted to mark you and take you until there was no sound left in your lungs penetrated and you would forget your own name. His claws dug into the arms of his throne and he could watch as the gap between his legs opened and his erect member slowly emerged. He growled in frustration, his eyes falling back to your form. He had to be patient.

He wanted you to come to him.

#x reader #vergil x reader #urizen #devil may cry

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Yukari giving chocolate for GN! Reader!

What if I just told u this was a request and tuumblr loves posting my drafts and posting unfinished works. Annon I'm sorry 😔

She made them! I be it you'd be able to smell it in the dorm which is why the s.e.e.s memmbers kept you from comming home. "You shouldn't come back yet" "and why's that" Minato emails back with little to no time in between "I wanna go grocery shopping with you" "oh" he bought her 3 hours.

Three hours used to the fullest with Mitsuru next to her with silicon trays. "What if the chocolate melts them and they eat plastic?" "Try not to worry so much about it" as she pours it you and Minato are almost two blocks away from the dorm. "We're two blocks away" "on it!" You notice him see a reply to an email but he quickly hides his phone in his pocket "Minato you've been on your phone alot what's buggin' you?" "Nothing"

you shrug noticing the sound of loud thundering footsteps closing in on you, trying to see who was causing the noise only to be met with a poster. "Y/n~" Jinpei appears from behind the poster grinning cheerfully yet you can sense blatant mischief in his expression. "There's a new gadget in town for two, you should help me buy it" "what is that even for?" "Oh I don't know" he walks back, his face facing you dramatically "two tickets to see the new movie that came out a few days ago" you flash back to Yukari raving about how much she wanted to see it, your face gets deathly serious. "Where's the theater?" "THATS THE SPIRIT"

Yukari, while she was grateful they could help did get a bit worried when you didn't come back until sunset with Jinpei and your emo tag along. "We're alive!" Jinpei bursts open the door with you two following behind. "Where the heck did you guys go to stay out so late" Yukari pounts seeing her you nearly fall into her arms. "I missed you" you look up at her with unfocused eyes, holding her to stay steady. Glaring at the both of them, she helps you to the couch near the entrance. "Yukari" you hand her the tickets with unstable hands. "I got the tickets to a movie you wanted to see" you smile brightly contrasting how beat up you sound. "The line was huge" Jinpei interupts "I think we almost drowned" "for a few tickets?" "There was a sale" you mumble out. She wraps her hand around your arm pulling you closer to her, using this as their cue the room emptines to just the two of you.

"Where ya going" as she gets up she turns to you "I have something for you" as if she woke you up with those words you sit patiently watching her come back with a plate. "You made chocolates?" A bit stunned she looked away "I guess the smell gave it away" she lays it next to you and her "They're all for you" "no" "huh?" "Lets share them, it would be unfair if you didn't get to atleast try them ya know" a bit more flustered she takes a bite with you. Biting into them you stretch yours out slowly the caramel stretching out. "You know me so well" you remark after finishing the first one. "Yum.." You muttered that under your breath but she still heard it. "I got you to say yum" she smiles proudly. "Really?" You look down again picking it up "they are really good guess it slipped out"

#fluff #x reader #gender neutral reader #persona #persona 3 reload #persona 3 #yukari takeba #persona x reader #persona 3 x reader #sea of asks

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castillon02 · 10 months

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Fried Pie at the Flying J

Angela put her phone down and looked alive behind the counter. The suits who had just come in were different than her usual run of weathered old Texans, although they had the familiar road-stunned look of long driving in the past and long driving ahead, same as most people who came into the Flying J. People liked to stop here in this place so deep on the highway. The gas was reasonable and the food was good. If you had time to stop and eat, the attached Denny’s had the cleanest bathrooms for fifty miles, but she figured that wasn’t what these guys were after.

Sunglasses Suit---he hadn’t bothered to take off his designer shades when he came in---made a beeline for the door that wasn’t to the Denny’s, and he put his hand on the other suit’s arm when the man made to follow him. “Hang on. You won’t want to go in there.”

“Hmm? Why?” Ooh, a British accent!

Sunglasses Suit jerked his head at the sign on the door: The Original Fried Pie Shop.

“Oh.” British Suit made a face. Rude. Don’t knock ’em till you try ’em, bud. Especially if you’re from England. Even Angela had seen enough TV to know about bangers and mash. (Her opinion? Needs more barbecue sauce.)

“They’re basically empanadas,” Sunglasses Suit said, sounding defensive.

“I dare you to tell Camille that,” British Suit replied, arching his eyebrows. The hint of playfulness lightened his old boot of a face, made him look suddenly handsome.

“No deal,” Sunglasses said, maybe ruefully. “Anyway, Mama liked them, so---” He swallowed. The past tense hung heavy in the air. Poor fella. He had a black shirt on beneath his black suit jacket, and now that looked more like funeral-wear than Johnny-Cash-wannabe.

British Suit briefly put his hand on Sunglasses’s shoulder.

Sunglasses cleared his throat. “Anyway, just stay out here and find something that will suit your picky palate.” He went in to buy some pies---which, yeah, were basically empanadas, but with fruit in them. Or meat. Or cheese and pizza sauce. The Original Fried Pie Shop didn’t discriminate when it came to fillings.

British Suit perused the aisles---something military in his walk, hard to peg what. He ignored the candy and the Hostess stuff, stopped in front of the nuts and jerky, and stared with what might have been horror at the hot food station.

Angela pursed her lips. Sure, their jumbo breakfast burritos weren’t exactly gourmet, but she had made them fresh only two hours ago! And there was always the breakfast croissant if the guy missed Europe so bad. Jeez, wait until he got a load of what they had at the Exxon. “Can I help you, sir?” she asked with her most professional cheerfulness.

British Suit turned and approached her. “Angela,” he said, his eyes glancing off her name tag, “I’m afraid I don’t know what a ‘tater tot’ is and why it should be in a burrito.”

Angela eyed him. Bless his heart. Was he serious? “Fried grated potatoes. They add crunch,” she said, and added with sweet vengeance, “Would you like a free sample?” She wanted to see his judgy British face when he found out they were good.

Sunglasses Suit chose that moment to exit with his bag of pies. “Come on, Bond,” he said. “I got you beef and vegetable. Don’t pretend you don’t eat beef pies in the motherland.”

British Suit, Bond, smirked at her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get that sample,” he said, flashing his eyes up and down at her.

Jesus Christ. Had he somehow turned a tater tot into an innuendo? And was she really thinking that it was a shame she’d missed out?

Bond turned away from her. “Got what you needed, Felix?”

Sunglasses Suit, Felix, nodded. “Yeah. It’ll be good to---you know, the family will appreciate it,” he said. “Anyway---come on. Burnin’ daylight,” he added, his accent heavier than it had been. More familiar than it had been.

A small-town boy, Angela realized, who’d grown up and left for the big wide world like so many kids around here did. Had his mama driven him to DFW to send him off to college, and they’d stopped for pies on the way? How often had he come home after that, in between traveling the world and making friends with British folk?

Well, Felix was here now, and he’d remembered the pie. There was probably a good son under that suit, buried deep, in the same place he kept the accent. She worked in a gas station in the middle of nowhere---she saw every day that some things buried deep were worth coming back to, even if it was an effort to get there.

Less of an effort when you had company, at least. She was glad this Felix had someone with him---even if it was that weird Bond guy.

#castillon writes #007 fest 2023 #team00 #felix leiter #OC Day #scavenger hunt: local landmark #cw: mention of funeral

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Can you please do kissing under an umbrella?

The storm clouds began to roll in as she walked down the beach.

“Go hide from your problems, Kate. It’s what you do best!”

His words - spat bitterly as she marched out of his Hampton house - pierced like an arrow through the heart; but it wasn’t his anger or his sorrow that hurt the most. No, it was the fact that he was right: running, hiding, it’s what she did.

She looked up at the sky, watched as the stunning purple-pink and orange hues from the setting sun were swallowed by the grey shroud.

She knew she should probably turn around, head back to the house before she got caught in the imminent downpour - but she wasn’t ready to see him yet, wasn’t ready to swallow her pride and apologise like she knew she should.

She stayed staring at the ocean as thunder cracked and the rain began to fall heavily, drenching her in an instant. With long, slow breath in and out she begged the pelting of ice-cold droplets against her face to wash away her sorrows and doubts.

Richard Castle loved her; of that, she was sure. But his jealousy - his inability to move past the kiss from Eric Vaughn - had made these past few days tense. That was why they had come here for the weekend: to get away, to relax. But mere hours had passed before the incident had been brought up again.

“He kissed me, Castle. Not the other way around,” she had insisted, again and again.

“The part I don’t understand is why he thought he could.”

She didn’t have the heart to tell him it was because of her insecurities that ran so deep she found it easier to share them with a near-stranger than with the love of her life.

She hung her head low as the first of her unshed tears slipped free. Eric Vaughn thought he could kiss her because - whether she had meant to or not - she had led him to believe he could. And the guilt she felt for that could eat her alive.

“Kate!” She heard her name called from the distance, his voice barely carrying over the loudness of the deluge as it plunged into the waves.

She turned, drawn to him like a compass to true North.

Even though she was in the wrong, even though he had every right to be furious at her, he was willing to walk into a storm for her.

“Kate,” he called again once he had her in his sights.

He jogged toward her, eager to be by her side and once close enough he held out his umbrella to shield her from the rain.

It was simple, but unexpected. She sighed, let all the tension and stubbornness out in that puff of air and stepped into his embrace.

“Let’s get you back inside before you fre-”

She cut him off with her lips on his; a slow and devoted kiss that whispered a thousand apologies.

“I love you,” she promised as she pressed her forehead to his. “So much.”

“I love you, too.”

#castle fanfiction #prompt #kate beckett #richard castle #caskett #kate beckett x richard castle #my drabbles

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summercreolefanfictioner · 1 year

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breaking denials, taking steps (jigokuraku)

pairing: gabimaru x yui

themes: non-explicit nsfw with fluff, mentions of abuse

summary: this taste was desire and they will slowly eat it

a/n: part 1 || part 2 || part 4

Of course, their bliss was short-lived, or hers at least, as Yui ferments some of their vegetables with tear streaks on her cheeks and a red bruise on her face. While it has been almost a month since they started their nightly sessions, her father (the village chief) grew tired of her childless womb, calling her incompetent and worthless of a wife to her own husband. And as punishment, he slapped her hard, reminding her of what he can do to her if she continues to yield against him.

"I will have Gabimaru marry one of your sisters and bear his children if you can't afford to give him one."

Yui doesn't want to cry but she can't help the tears that wanted to fall, sniffling and rubbing her face to force herself away from this grief in her chest. She can bear Gabimaru's children, she is sure of that. However, her heart is constricted with guilt and pressure as she imagines children looking like him and her being stripped away of their rights as normal human beings.

She and her husband have a simple dream with a huge price. They knew the hardships for that dream, but now that she was being forced into a corner, she finds herself questioning her next move.

I can't do this.

She stopped from her current task and crouched down on the floor, covering her mouth to stifle her sobs.

Tsuki, what should I do?

Her mind told her the only way is to get it over with. Do what she has to do and bear his children so both of them can survive. But whenever she imagines herself forcing this act on him, she also sees Gabimaru's pained expression along with feelings of guilt. While, yes, she will get pregnant, she'll also be putting another burden for the both of them.

Tsuki, I need you.

It wasn't like Gabimaru to be frantic. He was usually calm and collected in normal circumstances. But now was different because when he first stepped home after a murder mission, there wasn't any signs of Yui anywhere. Everything was clean and organized, the clothes neatly folded and the food already cooked. But Yui wasn't there, not even in their bedroom.

So he raced outside to find her, fear evident in his features as he thought of possible scenarios that could've happened. Maybe some sick bastard dared to kidnap her as some sort of revenge against him. Or she was already killed and buried alive elsewhere.

But there was another thought in his head, something that spouts lies.

Maybe she left you here alone in this village because she got tired of this whole charade.

That's not true, of course. Yui told him million times that she'll follow him wherever he goes, even if it meant a darker path for the both of them. And he held onto those words, so there is no way she could've done that.

Gabimaru ran until he spotted a river with running falls, the full moon shining on the ripples of water. And there was Yui, looking stunned as she saw him panting for breath and a worried expression. The water was surrounding her from the waist down, and judging from the way she was damp with her clothes on, it looked like she took a long dip to get rid of something.

Like a burden from her chest.

"Dear?" she called him, forcing herself to wear her usual gentle smile. But he only stood there, studying the new red mark on her cheek and the tiny bruise near her lips.

Why? Gabimaru wanted to ask her in frustration. She was always like this, practicing a brave facade on him because she didn't want him to suffer. Why are you smiling like that?

And in one swift move, Gabimaru went to her side, hugging her tight as he sighed in relief. He knew she was hurt (and he knows it's none other than her father), but he didn't want her to suffer everything alone.

"Dear?" Yui called him again in concern. "Are you alright—"

"It's okay now," he whispered to her reassuringly. "I'm here." Gabimaru pulled away to look at her face, noticing how she was surprised at his words. "You can lay everything on me."

Yui nervously swallowed, feeling all her emotions well up until she couldn't hold it in, burying her face in Gabimaru's shoulder as she cries over her situation. He didn't need to know her words for him to figure it out.

What should I do?

I can't bear children here in Iwagakure.

I want to live a normal life with you.

I want to be with you somewhere far away from here.

Take me.

Take me with you.

They were now both bathed, wearing their kimonos as they prepared to retire for bed. While it became kind of customary for them to touch each other every night, Gabimaru knew it was time for the both of them to think about their actions carefully. Now that he knows of Osa's plans, he can't afford to prolong everything.

He leaned towards her as her back faced him.

"Yui."

She rolled over, turning to him with confusion. "Hm?"

"You can..." Why was he hesitating? It wasn't like they had not gone further than this. "You can do whatever you want with me you know."

Now that got Yui's attention, sitting up so she can properly talk to him as she rubs the sleep from her eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"I am all yours," he declared with determination, with every fiber of his being because it was true though. Ever since they got married, he has been hers for a long time, and he wouldn't mind whatever it was she desired.

Because I love you, that's why.

"I'm all yours, that's why you are free to do whatever you want with me," he stated, trying to gauge a reaction out of her only to see her stunned and blushing.

Yui was still reeling in from what happened earlier in the river, the way Gabimaru initiated contact and consoled her. Everything was on his own accord, touching her without her having to tell him what he should do.

"What about me?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"Hm?"

"When am I going to be yours?" There was tension in the air and she felt herself drowning. "When are you going to take me?"

Gabimaru scratched the back of his head, sighing as if he had made a decision. He gently laid Yui on their bed, hovering on top of her as he touched her cheek, rough hands against soft skin. He had never felt such salvation, like a sinner tainting a pure angel.

"Whenever you want me to," he responded, kissing the scar on her face. "As long as you want me to." And then he took her hand and kissed it, leaning his cheek on it gingerly. Gabimaru was patient but he could burst into pieces the moment she says her verdict. "Tell me everything, and I'll do it."

Yui's breathing was slowly getting frantic, getting lost in fire and already burning with emotions she didn't know she had for him. She stared at his lips, then back to his eyes, desperate and wanting for her undivided attention. Yui gave him a chaste kiss, a seal to their own deal.

"I am yours, my dear Tsuki," she said. "I have always been yours since we got married."

That's why you can do anything you want with me too.

And everything broke, his resistance futile as he reached a hand behind her head and pulled her to him, kissing her with every fervor and passion, which is unlikely of a hollow man. Their hold on each other tightened, his left hand untying the obi on her kimono as the other was already pulling down the top to expose her shoulder. He kissed the exposed skin, careful not to bite into it too much or he'll end up tearing her flesh.

Her hands were on his hair, trying to close the distance between them even though it was nearly impossible. After all, they were separate beings united with the promise of a husband and wife living like a normal couple. Hence, Gabimaru would always pull her close, savoring her warmth and gentle caress.

He pulled away for a second, removing his shinobi clothes to reveal his skin marred by cuts and burns, things that reminded him of the battles he survived for so long until he was blessed by having her in his life. Gabimaru felt ashamed by them, feeling ugly at his appearance.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "This is all I could give you."

Yui was confused, sitting up to take a good look at his face, apologetic and abashed because he believed she could've had other men that could give her everything she wanted.

"Tsuki, I—"

"I still want you, though," he said with conviction because he really wanted her. He needed her, like how air and water is important for humans to live. Because for all it's worth, Gabimaru couldn't care less about the fact that he wasn't deserving of this peaceful life. He might be hollow, but this selfishness is something he holds onto.

He touches her cheek, red with pure love and adoration, then he kissed her lips deeply, soft and slow like how he licks honey from the spoon she gives whenever he's feeling cold. Gabimaru still doesn't know the taste of honey, though, but Yui describes it as thick and mellow with sweetness. But the taste she gives him every time he kisses her, he guesses that must be it.

She tastes like honey.

And he continues to kiss down her body, carefully untying her obi and letting her kimono fall until she was left with nothing but bare skin and bones. Gabimaru couldn't keep his eyes off from her so he forced himself to think of other things. A dead body? An eyeball falling out of the socket with blood oozing out? A head rolling on the ground? Chipped off nails and several cuts?

But he will go back to thinking of her, his beloved wife with a skin warmer than his.

"Umm..." she called to gain his attention, feeling shy. "I think you should follow."

Gabimaru raised a brow at that, and when Yui pointed at his pants, he instantly rubbed his head in embarrassment. "Oh, I forgot. Sorry."

And he followed suit, removing every piece of clothing until he has bared everything to her. They have nothing to hide from each other, but they have all the love to give, all the passion to share and celebrate this night.

He hugs Yui to his chest, her hair falling on his skin as he breathes deeply to take in their current situation. Yui could only hug back, heart racing because she knew once they do this act, there's no way they're gonna get back to the old routine as couple. They will be opening a whole new chapter of their lives.

"Yui."

"Yes?"

He kisses her shoulder. "I.. I want to do it."

She sighs, restlessness evident in her tone like she was burning in his touch. "I know..."

"You can still say no," he pulled away so he could look at her, wanting to confirm with his eyes her own answer, "and we'll stop here. We can spend our nights like this, just touching each other."

"B-But..." Even with her ragged breathing, she wanted him to know she wanted this as much as he does.

"Because you look scared," Gabimaru pointed out. "I don't want to hurt you."

Because I already hurt you during our first night.

"It's not because of that, though," she assured, emotions welling up inside her. "I'm just scared of the future. Of the possibility that I could bear your children and we're still here."

"Yui..."

"But I want this." Yui held his hand to her cheek. "I've always wanted both of us to love each other."

Like a normal married couple.

He kissed her lips lightly, standing up from their shared bed and covering his manly parts. "I'll get something," he said, leaving their room as Yui covered herself with their blanket. After a few seconds, Gabimaru came back with a small jar of tea leaves, and judging by their color and shape, they seem like those rare ones.

"I heard people say it's a tea for contraception," he informed. "Some kunoichis drink it so they won't get pregnant from their victims."

Yui took the jar from him, having a hunch that Gabimaru stole it the same way he suddenly learned to do those seductive moves to her every night. "But Father might find out. He'll only punish us."

"He won't," Gabimaru assured, kissing her forehead. "I won't let him or anyone dictate our lives anymore. We will leave this place soon and live our lives as normal people. And I'll stop killing for a living. Just the two of us somewhere away, far from here."

His promise brought tears to her eyes, relieved at the fact that they were a few steps closer to their dream. Finally, finally! She thought it would be futile to defy her father and become a normal woman filled with hopes of a better future. But now that she's with Gabimaru, she believes one day they'll be able to conquer everything.

"Yui, do you want to go with me?" he asked, feeling himself cry at this moment. Ah, gods, he's a goner. He loves her so, so much.

And her answer was a tight embrace, arms around his neck as she gives him a passionate kiss on the lips.

#jigokuraku #hell's paradise #gabimaru hell's paradise #diabolik lovers #gabimaru #gabimaru the hollow #yui jigokuraku #gabiyui for life #gabimaru x yui #gabiyui #gabiyui fanfic #jigokuraku fanfic

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