#this goes for the rest of you too *points menacingly*
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I hope you have a happy holidays Gray!! No matter what/if you celebrate, I hope you have a wonderful winter season :))
Thank you Mae!! Right back at ya, and I hope you have a great New Years as well! :D✨
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And they were roomates
(Captain John price x F!reader)
Summary: that captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.
Warnings: some awkward moments, kissing
part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6- part 7!!!! - part 8
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“Look how content he looks, his eyebrows aren’t doing that scowl thing.” Gaz whispers to the boys beside him.
Ghost does a peek over to see the sight but out of all of them he knows best how light of a sleeper John can be, so one look and he quickly he backs up.
“Take a picture.” soap says menacingly.
“I wouldn’t do that.” Ghost says.
Of course Gaz listens to the trouble maker, whipping his phone out of his pocket. The first two photos he takes are from a safe distance but as he goes to take the third he gets closer, too close. The shutter sound accidentally goes off although the ringer is on silent.
It doesn't wake you up no, but the captain's eyes shoot open, the first thing they land on is a phone in his face and he huffs an angry breath. He doesn't make a move nor let out a word in fear of waking you but the look he gives the guys standing behind the couch is deadly enough. They slowly step back and once they're at a safe distance they scurry down the hall.
At some point during the night you ended up completely on top of him. He lays there annoyed with the immature men who woke him up but absolutely thrilled that he can consciously enjoy this moment. Your head placed in the crook of his neck as you huff small breaths, your weight on top of him is almost everything he’s ever needed in this life. The way your hair wafts that familiar light floral scent is captivating. If he died right now he’d be at peace.
“John?” it startles him from his thoughts.
“Yes doll.”
“You're so comfortable.” you whisper into his neck. He laughs while running a comforting hand over your back.
“Did you hear those idiots out here not too long ago?” he asks softly.
“Nope.” you say placing a hand on his chest to lift yourself up into a sitting position. He admires the way your eyes are slightly puffy from sleep, the way your shirt wrinkled in random places. He wants to pull you back down into him, wants to ask for five more minutes. Then he smiles cause he knows one day he’ll be able to.
“Stop staring at me.” You say softly looking away from him.
“Can I take you out tonight?” you turn back to him at that. Rubbing your eyes and smiling.
“Like on a date?”
“Yes, will you grant me your presence for dinner?” he asks hopefully.
“Yeah.” you try to look away and hide the blush that creeps up on your face. He breathes again, he hadn’t known he wasn’t till you answered.
“Okay, em be ready by 6 then.” He inquires.
“Okay well I feel like I can’t just sit here now so I’m gonna go get in the shower.” You stand up nervously. He nods at you trying to hide behind a stoic expression just how giddy he feels inside. He watches you until you disappear around the corner before getting up.
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“So you asked her out?” John and the boys sit outside, there’s a cigar between John’s lips and the rest of them puff on a cigarette.
“I did.”
“You had to threaten her to say yes, didn't you captain” Ghost jokes with a gruff laugh.
“Yer no one to talk.” Soap says in defense of his captain.
“You can’t even say you’re right.” Ghost quips back making Gaz burst out in a chuckle while John just stares at them with a straight face.
“I’m nervous.” John admits.
“Wow, she makes you nervous. That’s hard to do.” Soap says.
“Of what?” Gaz asks, ignoring soap.
“I feel like I shouldn’t, like she should be with someone younger, someone with a less demanding job.” They all hum not really knowing exactly how to comfort him.
“She seems like the kind of woman that has already thought those things through.” Gaz says.
“I’m sure she has.” He replies.
“Not to fret then, unless you’re the one with the problem.”
“My only problem is that you're all still here.” He laughs before toking his cigar.
“Yeah right you love our company.” Gaz replies.
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By the time you're out of the shower and have dressed casually for the day John’s friends are bidding you a goodbye, ghost kindly thanks you for sharing your home with them and gives you another soft handshake.
“Once again thankyou for letting me sleep in your bed, I appreciate it.” Gaz says with a small hug before walking out.
“Lass if he doesn’t treat you right you know who to call.” Soap says jokingly.
“If you don’t leave my home right now, soldier, you won’t be leaving at all.” John says seriously, waiting to shut the door. You just laugh leaning looking up at him and hint of humor in his eyes.
“All jokes, all jokes.” He yells out as he walks to the car they all crammed into. Once they pull away John shuts the door looking over to you.
“Their fun.” You say.
“More fun than I am?”
“Yeah.” He’s surprised by your answer but at the same time not at all. Your smirk is growing into a smile as your damp hair falls over your shoulders.
“Really?” He drags out the word, giving you an opportunity to change your answer.
“Mhmm.” You say shrugging your shoulders.
“C’mere.” You laugh as he grabs at your waist throwing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing.
“Okay no they're not, I promise they're not.” You laugh, his fingers digging into your sides as he walks towards your room.
“Say you swear.” You kick your feet trying your best to make him let you go, but this seems to be light work for him, as if he doesn’t even feel it.
“I swear.” You laugh harder as he throws you softly onto your bed. He climbs right above your waist hovering so he doesn’t kill you with his weight.
“I don’t believe it.”
“I swear I really do.” He lets up, watching you try to catch your breath as he brushes the stray hairs from your face.
“By the way no drinking tonight, none.” You say.
“Why?”
“Cause the last time we went out together and drank only one of us made it out with their mind in the right place.” He laughs in memory leaning down close, close enough that if you moved up an inch your lips would touch.
“Trust me my mind hasn’t been in the right place since I’ve met you.” He brushes his lips against yours and immerses himself in that addicting shock of adrenaline it gives him every time.
“Oh, where’s it been then?” No answer, he just leans further into you until your lips connect softly. It’s a simple kiss and it's as electric as always but isn’t enough for you this time. You slightly open your needy lips and he happily takes the hint, swiping his tongue on your bottom lip to see if he’s right on what you’re offering, sure enough he is.
It’s slow and sensual in the beginning, and it’s actually driving him fucking insane. The taste of you is captivating in itself, the soft rhythm he sets and its consistency is melting the world around you. but the soft whine you made when he lifted your head a bit to accommodate the distance between you was the cherry on top. It’s a battle of dominance and clashing of teeth from then on. Your hands went from gently being placed on his face to being intertwined at the back of his neck and he can’t get enough. He wants more and more and more. His hands are on your waist, your face, running through your hair. He breaks from your mouth to kiss down your jaw impatient yet savoring every moment.
“John, we can't.” He knows you can’t, not that he would, he's too gentlemanly for that, you on the other hand are dancing on the line of control. Although he's desperate and impatient for you he’s also in dire need to keep you therefore no risks.
“I know, doll.” He says into the soft spot right below your ear. When he pulls away from you the look in your eyes can make any man fall to his knees. The swell of your puffy lips and the bit of saliva on your neck with your hair strewn in different places. It’s a sight to see.
You smile, completely and hopelessly falling for him, desperate so desperate that if he had kissed you one more time you wouldn’t have stopped it from going further.
“Ready in about two hours then?”
“Yeah.”
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You get ready while listening to music, anything to calm the damn nerves in your entire body. You've had dinner with John before, you even live together, but this is completely different.
You dress nicely this time, warm yes, but nicely. Knowing John will either carry you or walk with you gives you leeway to nice outfits. A mini skirt with tights underneath, doc martens, fuzzy crew neck that almost goes over the skirt. You do your hair, light makeup.
You’re putting on your final touches, jewelry wise, when John appears in your bedroom doorway.
“Mmm dolled up for who exactly?” He gives you a long, obvious one up.
“Well I don’t know who I’ll meet, you know?”
“I know many things, dolls but not that one.”
“Well you don’t look so bad yourself.” You laugh, but really he always looks delicious.
“Can you actually help me with this?” You say holding up a gold necklace. He walks up to you, thick fingers grabbing at the dainty jewelry. You turn around moving your hair out of the way as he drapes it around your neck. He misses the clasp a couple times but when he finally gets it he lets out a satisfied grunt. You move to put your hair back but before you can you feel the wisp of his breath on your neck as his lips meet the soft skin of your shoulder humming softly. He turns you around planting one more on your lips.
“You really do look delectable.”
“Yeah yeah.” Your hands run over his scruff.
“Ready to go?” He asks, encasing the hand on his cheek.
“Yeah.”
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im so sorry for the wait for this one, although its my shortest chapter yet I did put my heart into it. Being a sophmore in college isnt for the weak and im the weak.
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♡ Helloo, I saw that your requests are open, so can I request being the wife of Jouno [: ? Just Hcs and if you want a scenario (or sth else)
I'm gonna leave the rest up to you, I hope you have fun writing it and Thank you ^^
ugh i absolutely love jouno😻 he's so underrated, and i think this trope is adorable ♥︎ i added some spicy stuff oops
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: jouno x wife!reader
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: fluff + suggestive (sex mentions)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: some nsfw content in the last section; read at your own discretion
~in general...
Husband!Jouno is the definition of "when he hates everyone but you". He only shows his soft side to you.
Gifted you a matching red rope earring with a bell that you wear on the opposite ear ♥︎
Despite making fun of and degrading literally everyone on the daily, Jouno craves your praise to the point where he'll get needy and start begging for reassurance lol.
Gets sassy during arguments/when you haven't given him enough praise and will use his ability to dissipate into thin air every time you get close to him until you eventually cave in and apologize/compliment him XD
Since he still needs to fulfill his evil urges but doesn't want to offend you, he resorts to teasing and excessive flirting. Won't give you any peace bc he picks up on every reaction.
Bc he’s constantly snarky and rude to others, his love language is words of affirmation since he saves his kindness for you.
~relationship dynamics
Extremely protective & possessive: whenever you're both in public, he always has an arm wrapped around you or on your shoulder; whenever passerbys ogle you or try to signal dirty things to you (they usually try stuff bc they notice that Jouno's blind), he always calls them out menacingly, threatening them enough to send them running away in fear.
Becomes your primary provider, basically making you a housewife lol. He would justify you not working/make you work from home bc he wants to keep you safe from people targeting him for being a Hunting Dog/ex-criminal executive.
When he's stressed after a busy day of mocking tecchou work, the first thing he does when he comes home is cuddle with you and listen to your heartbeat...it's basically like his white noise/comfort sound :,(
Basically your entire presence comforts him, probably lowkey develops attachment issues like a needy kitten hehe
Not much privacy between you two bc of his Super Senses™. He knows your heartbeat and "default" body settings (breathing patterns, fidgets, etc.) better than his own.
Because of this, he always wins arguments or gets the last word...
"Hmmph. I'm not mad"
"Yeah? Wanna explain why your heartbeat got faster then? Or why you exhaled loudly?"
"..."
"Ur mad :p"
You guys probably listen to ASMR together lol
Never strays too far from you and always is wrapped around you: hugging you from behind + resting his chin on your shoulder/kissing your neck whenever you're cooking or shopping for groceries.
Brings your home-cooked meals to work everyday (they're his fav food) and brags about how good his wife's food is (especially to Tecchou)
"An unrefined idiot like you would never understand the luxury of a wife's--what the hell, Tecchou? Are you putting chocolate syrup on your sushi?"
Since he’s blind, most of his compliments are about your personality and actions. He goes crazy from your signature perfume and prefers when you wear soft clothes (they’re the best for cuddling).
Occasionally, he’ll comment on how beautiful you are, even though he can’t actually see you. Whenever you mention that, he responds that he “just knows it’s true”. Otherwise, I think he would give you cheesy compliments about how you have “a beautiful aura” and stuff like that lol.
Husband!Jouno’s the type to easily become a yandere…
~spicy🤫
Husband!Jouno is a big fan of phone sex since he's needy and can't stand being away from you or not hearing your voice.
Likes eating you out/fingering you bc he can hear the heartbeat down there.
Forces you to not hide your voice, but doesn't actually care since he can still clearly hear your muffled moans.
An expert at dirty talk and won't shut up during sexy time...hopefully you have a praise/degrading kink...
Even though he mostly stays gentle with you, I think he still has a bit of a dacryphilia kink and is into impact play + rough sex bc of his past personality (。-∀-)
~fluffy vignette ♥︎
*KNOCK KNOCK*
"...."
Jouno already knew who was aggressively pounding on his office door. The two biggest idiots in the Hunting Dogs: Teruko and Tecchou. He scrunched his nose as a foul odor from behind the door crept up on him. Whatever it was, he wanted it gone. He had a plan: pretend he wasn't there until they lef--
"Oi, Jouno, we know you're in there! Open up, Damn it! Your captain's commanding you!" Teruko demanded in her usual high-pitched squeaky voice, now banging on the door. Still in line with his original plan, Jouno only remained silent since the last thing he wanted was to let the two smelly intruders into his clean, precious space.
"Captain, maybe he's not in there. It is almost lunch time, so he--" Tecchou started.
"Shut up! We already checked the break room, so--" Teruko suddenly went silent as her hand passed over the door knob, "Hey, it's unlocked..." Jouno winced as he heard her twist the knob and storm in along with Tecchou--not reacting fast enough to use his ability and escape the scene. He cringed as the smell assualted his senses; it was one that was too familiar--Captain Fukuchi's vomit. He impulsively plugged his nose as his face twisted. "See, Techhou, told'ya he was in here. What do have to say for yourself, huh, Jouno?"
Jouno only turned away disgustedly. "I didn't open the door for a reason, Captain. Some of us value hygiene around here. Plus you two stink--unless you're here for a reason, disrespectfully, leave." Jouno coughed dramatically, "I'm about to pass out."
Shock crossed Teruko and Tecchou's faces from the blatant rudeness, and before his hot-headed senior could go off on Jouno for 'disrespecting his elders', Tecchou butted in. "The captain threw up after drinking too much again, so we tried to clean it up since he has a meeting in an hour, but the smell won't go away, even though we tried everything." He clenched his fists sadly, "I even put flowers all over the pile on it to cover up the smell...I guess they died for nothing..."
Flowers? Over a pile of vomit? Now Jouno didn't know if he was going to pass out from the stench or the idiocy of his coworkers. Teruko sighed deeply, "After that, I tried using air freshener, but that made it smell worse somehow...Anyways, we were going to ask you if you knew where the bleach is."
"You two...Did you both lose all your braincells?" Jouno couldn't be more disappointed in everyone, starting with his raging alcoholic of a captain. Next, he turned to Tecchou, "What kind of moron uses flowers for cleaning? We're the Hunting Dogs, not the Hunting Fairies" He sighed as he felt a migraine forming, "God, I wish you would just di--" Jouno paused when he heard a familiar chime in the distance. Once he had confirmed a special someone's footsteps, he took off running, yelling to "call the janitors" and leaving the two confused behind him.
You sighed as you walked into the break room, bowing politely to thank the security guard for leading you there. You placed the lunchbox down on a table and held your face in embarrassment. You'd unknowingly slept in this morning and didn't have enough time to make or pack Jouno's lunch. It'd become an unspoken norm between the two of you to wake up at the same time, and you would cook a meal and stock up Jouno's work snacks while he got ready. Even though he never asked you to do it before, it became a habit after you'd gotten married. He'd always tease you about your "cute little housewife tendencies" like he wasn't the one who'd secretly made you into one. You were just about to call him to say you were there until you felt a strong pair of arms swiftly wrap around you.
"I missed you~" Your husband expressed, pulling you into a chair and seating you on his lap. You yelped as he buried his head into your chest and inhaled your scent. He adored the scent of your favorite perfume and the way you smelled like your shared home--like his. Jouno groaned as he drowned out the world listening to your heartbeat and you both shared an intimate moment of silence.
Smiling to yourself, you ran your fingers through his soft white hair as he pulled you closer. It was clear that he was stressed. "What's wrong, dear?" You asked, massaging his temples.
You giggled as he explained the situation and rubbed his shoulders. "Ah, I see. That sounds like something those two would do..." You looked down to the original reason you came, "Oh, right! I brought your lunch--it's your favorite," you paused, "Sorry for sleeping in today...You should've said something to wake me up..."
Jouno finally dug his head out of your chest to look up at you. "Oh, about that, I didn't wake you up on purpose. Your breathing was just so peaceful that I didn't want to disturb you..." You pursed your lips at that. "Besides, I knew you'd come to visit me at work! It's a win-win situation in the end!" You blushed at your husband's teasing; he'd won another one of his silly games yet again.
"Jeez...just wake me up next time...Anyways, I bought you some strawberry cake since there's a bakery close to the headquarters! Think of it as a thanks for all your hard work!" You perked, kissing his forehead lightly. It definitely wasn't meant to be an apology cake or bought because you were craving sweets.
"Yeah?" Jouno smirked, reveling in your praise. He caressed your sides, "My hard work, huh? What else about me are you thankful for?" You pouted as you realized you'd just been caught in a compliment trap--how gullible you were. It didn't help that Jouno was looking up straight at you and kneading your soft skin over your long dress.
Blushing, you started, "I'm thankful that you take care of me and our home. You're the bust cuddle partner...You have pretty hair and a nice voice, you're strong and..." You were about to continue until you looked to see Jouno's flushed face, he nuzzled into your chest again, muttering "I love you" lowly.
You beamed at the precious sight and lifted your husband's face up to yours. "I love you too, Jouno, so much." You brought your lips to his and kissed him sweetly, your red nails tugging softly on his hair and drawing quiet groans from him. He passionately kissed you back, hugging you tightly and angling your face to deepen the kiss, noting the way your heartbeat got faster and how your muscles relaxed in ease.
You pulled away suddenly after hearing koncks on the door, much to Jouno's disappointment. "It's just the janitor, we can still--"
"It's fine," You sighed, gently getting up from his lap and fixing your dress, "I'm meeting with some friends soon, so I should get going. You've got stuff to get back to, too. The world still needs saving!" Jouno pouted at that, missing your warmth on him and the sound of your pulse in his ears. "I'll see you at home, then. Keep up the good work!" You jokingly patted his head and turned away towards the door before he quickly grabbed the lunchbox and took your hand. He didn't want you to leave him just yet.
"W-wait, I'll walk you out. This place is big, so you might get lost. Security might not let you out since they won't recognize you. And there might be someone suspicious outsi--"
You giggled at his rambling, "Okay, I get it. Let's go~" You pulled him along and he wrapped his arm around your waist to lead you to the exit. He couldn't believe how utterly whipped he'd become for you, his beloved wife. His cheeks were red like the tips of his hair as he held your face and kissed you goodbye, watching as you drove away.
While the world knew Jouno as a sadistic ex-criminal fighting for justice, only you knew his soft side as a devoted and loving husband that would do anything for his pretty wife ♥︎
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I'm not good with words so bear with me
So, Muzan having a really stressful day (I would too if I had to deal with those kizuki) and while you're distracted doing your own thing he just stares at you menacingly until you give him cuddles
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : sfw, gn!reader, needy muzan.
:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 : 0.6k+
Muzan slams the shoji door shut, and you jump, your immersion in your novel shattered by the sudden loud noise.
"Are you alright, darling?" you ask, watching him stalk into the room over the edge of your book. You don't turn to him fully and that irks him more. Couldn't you see he wanted your attention?
"I tire of being disappointed time and time again. I'm beginning to question why I keep such pointless spawn around if they aren't producing results." Muzan sighs deeply through his nose, loosening his tie.
"I assume the meeting went poorly then?" Your eyes dart to his exposed throat for but a moment before returning to your book. You may not have meant to sound dismissive, but his eyes narrow anyway.
He's had an irritating day putting up with the antics of his useless upper moons and here you are ignoring him for a stupid book. He crosses the room in a breath, plucking the book from your hands and slamming it shut. You go to give him a piece of your mind about making you lose your place, but the look he's giving you is so blatantly needy that the dramatic plot of the novel melts away from your mind. Okay, you feel a bit bad now.
"C'mere." You pat your lap, and with a grumble he accepts your invitation, climbing into your lap and sighing deeply as your arms encircle him. The demon relaxes almost instantly, and a part of him still recoils from his body's reaction, how he softens with a mere touch from you. "If you needed to cuddle, you could have just said so."
"Silence. I've had enough irritation for one day, I don't need you adding to it." He rests his chin on your shoulder and your hand settles on the back of his head, stroking his hair. "Speak of this to anyone and I'll-"
"Kill and dismember me, I know. Or so you say, though I don't think you really would," you chuckled, rubbing his side with your other hand in a way you can only hope is comforting.
"And what, pray tell, makes you think I wouldn't if you became too much of a nuisance?" he rumbles, eyelids drooping already. "Do you really think yourself so special? Your arrogance is truly astounding."
"Well, for one, who else is going to hold you if I'm chopped up in pieces? and second, I do have the demon king in my lap right now, so I must be pretty special."
As much as he hates to admit it, you have a point. You're the only one that sees this side of him. The only one that gets to touch him like this without being severely punished. Though he would sooner dance naked in sunlight before confessing to this, he is all too aware of how attached he's gotten to you. To say he'd never harm you is a stretch, but he'd certainly never like to, and that means something.
"I suppose you do infuriate me the least of my pawns." Ouch. Okay, that one hurt a little, and you blow on his ear in retaliation. He grunts, shifting in your lap.
"You can just say I'm your favorite you know, it'll be our secret," you teased, and he groaned, covering your mouth with his hand to silence you himself. You lick his hand and it darts away from your lips, his pale face twisting in disgust. "You'll have to kiss me if you really to shut me up, my lord."
"Insufferable creature," he murmured, though he lifted his head from your shoulder and brushed his cold lips over yours anyway in a placating manner. You hardly mind the reasoning, eyes fluttering shut as you savored a kiss from your demon lover. Muzan goes to pull away, but you chase his lips, not quite ready to part yet. He allows it, a clawed thumb stroking over your jaw as you lose yourself in him.
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Hello! Could I please request TTN Hobie and reader go back to Aunt Janet’s shop, when they are together again after reader comes back from LA, to buy some fabric for something that they are sewing? I would love to see her reaction of seeing them both together!
Have a lovely day/night!
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Yippee a TTN request!! Ly thank you! ❤️❤️❤️
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, talks of babies, TTN! Hobie and Reader. FLUFF
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The bell jingles as Hobie opens the door for you, strolling inside, practically skipping from all the happiness of being with him again, you wait for him to enter. He loops his arm around your waist almost immediately. The unabashed PDA would make anyone look away, but who cares? You're complete once again.
“What do you need again?” He asks, eyes roaming around, chin resting comfortably on your shoulder.
“If you stopped and actually listened to my chattering then you won't have to ask.” You say teasingly, a smirk playing on your lips.
“If you stopped snogging me while talking then I won't be so distracted, hmm?” Hobie rubs his chin on your shoulder in an effort to tickle you.
“It's not my fault you keep coming on to me.” Giggling, he scrunches up your face with his whole palm over your entire face, wiggling it playfully.
“If you two don't stop being all sweet there'll be ants all over my shop.” A familiar voice pipes up from behind the counter, making you pause and take off Hobie's hand from your face. “‘ello you two. Welcome back, sweetheart.”
“Auntie Janet!” You squeal, feet bouncing to get to her. Hugging her over the counter, you hold her at arm's length, grinning from ear to ear.
You've noticed the new glasses on her, she has aged a bit since you last saw each other but there's still that twinkle in her eyes whenever she smiles.
“Let me get a good look at you!” You awkwardly twirl around at her behest. She smiles widely.
“So?” You ask timidly.
“Good,” Janet nods approvingly. “You've taken care of yourself well? Ate? Went on walks?”
“I did, don't worry.”
“He taking good care of you then?” She gestures towards Hobie who peruses the shelves.
“He is. Too good in fact, he barely lets me out of his sight.” You joke. “I'm guessing he missed me a lot.”
Janet leans closer to you, whispering. “Don't tell him I told you this but he's a regular customer here.”
“He is?” You ask, feigning ignorance. You know of his vigilante activities, and unfortunately those activities usually end up with his suit cut to pieces or mangled up. It's the main reason why you're visiting, and to also visit Janet of course.
Your heart pounds loudly at the thought of Janet figuring out his secret identity.
“That he is, I think he's making his own clothes. That's how much he misses you. You know, do the activities you like so he feels like you're there with him”
You breathe a sigh of relief, not knowing what you would've said to her if she guessed correctly on why he needs so much fabric. With a giddy smile, you like her conclusion better.
“I'll– put that information to good use.” You stutter,
She nods, “use it wisely.” Winking, she straightens out when Hobie plops a roll of scaly green fabric on the counter.
“Oh is this for Terry?” You ask, hand automatically reaching for his jean back pocket.
Janet looks at you confused.
“Yeah, for patching him up.”
“Wait, do you have a kid? How long have you been home, Y/N?” She looks at you like you've betrayed her.
Before you could explain, Hobie takes the opportunity to tease the old woman.
He pats your stomach, “yeah, she had him a month ago and he's growing very fast, we need new clothes for him.”
You stifle a laugh, you'd tell her eventually but you want to see how Hobie's bit goes.
“A baby boy?!” She points at Hobie menacingly. “She gave birth a month ago and you're already letting her walk around?” Janet comes around the counter, cane at the ready. “Not to mention the fact you already knocked her up the minute she came back home!” She points at Hobie with her cane. “What kind of–”
Hobie shields himself with his arms, laughing loudly while Janet chastises him. Their voices echo out in the shop.
You watch Hobie defend himself from an old woman, smiling, your laughs match Hobie's. Maybe you'll tell Janet the truth once she calms down or else you might get the cane too.
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Safe
Loki Laufeyson x Fem Witch!Reader
WARNING: SMUT 18+, ANGST, Oral Sex ( R Receiving) P in V Sex, No Protection (This is fiction, you are not, WRAP IT UP), Praise Kink, Mentions of Torture, Hurt to Comfort
PREFACE: Nearly a month after being rescued by Loki, Reader begins to warm up to him and even starts developing a crush on the all powerful god. One night, she has a particularly frightening nightmare about being kidnapped by Thanos and goes to find Loki for comfort
A/N: Flashbacks in Italics!
Dream Sequence in Bold, Italics and Colored!
Loki never faked his death in Avengers 1, but just escaped in this A/U
I have such an affinity for big scary villains having soft spots for 'that one person'
"Please", I sobbed quietly,
As the titan walked closer towards me. The gauntlet on his wrist emitting different colored glows from each infinity stone.
"I don't know where the mind stone is", I lied.
I couldn't give Vision away and betray the family I made of the Avengers. They've saved my life on countless occasions and I couldn't let them down.
"Lies do not bode well with me, little witch. It is in your best interest to be complicit", he warns menacingly,
Before calling over his henchmen to pull my bruised aching frame off the floor.
"I will not ask again...where...is...the stone?"
"I don't know!"
He sighs heavily and points the golden fist right at me.
"Fine. Have it your way"
The gauntlet begins to radiate light and I felt it drawing my powers out of my body. The screams of agony I let out echoing around the room and down every hall.
To say it was excruciating would've been an understatement. I could physically feel the life in me being quickly drained and the remaining strength I had left leaving with it.
Just as I was on the verge of completely losing consciousness, I wake up screaming into the darkness of my bedroom.
This was not the first nightmare I've had since escaping Thanos and I was sure it wouldn't be the last, but this one felt all too real. Like, I truly was still on that spaceship, enduring even more of the torture.
It had been nearly a month since Loki found and rescued me. No one knew that either of us survived Thanos' attempt on our lives, so, we were left to hide out somewhere in Europe.
At first, I wanted to leave and find the rest of the Avengers, but Loki refused to let me go and enchanted the house we were staying in. It wouldn't have been a problem...had I not just lost most of my powers.
He was a god after all and I was nowhere near strong enough to break through his magic, especially running on an almost empty tank.
"It's not safe-"
"They're my family, Loki-"
"Then they should be able to understand that you are in no condition to fight!"
"I at least need to let them know I'm alive!"
"And risk exposing yourself to Thanos?! Are you really that stupid?!"
The tension between us was all you could feel. That and the deafening silence that followed his harsh words.
"Don't call me that-"
"Stop acting like it and I will"
I walk away and take a seat by the bay window. He sighs and bows his head.
"I saved your life. You might hate me for this now, but I do hope...eventually, you'll understand", he says,
Before making his way back to his room.
I couldn't really blame him for being the way that he was. He had lost so much already and I was the only person, besides his brother, to give him another chance at life.
Loki and I met long before the kidnapping, while he was in S.H.I.EL.D.S' custody. No one was getting through to him and Thor thought I would be the right person for the job, given my past.
"You sure about this, kid?", Nat questioned,
"I know enough about dealing with people like him"
She furrows her eyebrows curiously.
"What does that mean?"
"I was like him", I emphasized,
Before walking towards the chamber they locked him up in.
"Well...you must be the witch I've been hearing so many murmurs about"
I sigh through my nose, as he scanned me up and down.
"A lot shorter than I imagined"
"And a hell of a lot tougher than your futile attempts to get under my skin, so", I smiled sarcastically,
"Oooh, sharp tongue", he says,
Using his elbow to lean against the glass, as his deep voice causes my stomach to stir.
"You might just be the most interesting person I've met today. Well, that's not saying much, given your competition. My dull brother, the broody spy, metal man and captain wonder boy"
I scoff, folding my arms.
"I hear you use to be a villain of sorts. Why the change? I can tell you had potential"
"I found a family"
It was now his turn to scoff and turn away.
"The avengers?", he mocked,
Turning back to watch me step closer to the glass.
"You truly think they actually care about you?"
I take a moment to myself, before returning my attention to the god before me.
"I used to be just like you. Untrusting, malicious, a conniving little backstabber that was convinced that everyone was out to get me. I would hurt people before they could even think of hurting me first, sound familiar?"
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me.
"If you're such an expert on my character, then why not just kill me and get it over with?", he questioned,
"Because you still have a chance. I did and I know you do too"
"How incredibly naive. This little mind game of yours might work on the weak, but not on me"
"Its not a mind game, Loki. It's the truth"
He glares at me in an attempt to scare me off, but that wasn't going to work.
I knew back then if the team had just walked out on me, I would still be in the same exact position as him, maybe even worse off. So I wasn't going to back down without a fight.
"Was it easy for me to let my guard down? No, it was terrifying. I thought they would turn on me at any chance they got, but when they came back and saved me from Hydra...I knew I could trust them"
"How touching. Should I bring out the violins?"
I roll my eyes at his sarcasm.
"The point of all of this is that I'm not giving up on helping you"
"You're wasting your time", he said dismissively,
"Maybe, but that's not gonna stop me"
Unbeknownst to me, what I said actually got to him that night and for the first time in centuries, he truly felt seen as something other than a monster.
After his escape, I didn't see him again till Ragnarok, when we had to battle against his sister, Hela.
I was preoccupied with fighting off one of the undead that I didn't notice another one closing in on me. Just as the Draugr was about to swing his sword, his head was cut clean off his neck and the moment his body hit the ground, Loki was revealed standing right behind him.
"Hi", I greeted surprised,
"Hi", he nodded.
I look behind Loki and see Hela's wolf charging at us, when I use my powers to suspend the creature in the air and send it flying over Asgard's edge.
"I see you've gotten stronger", he says,
Causing me to shrug.
Once Thor put an end to Hela's reign of terror and got the remaining of Asgard's people safely onto the ship, we thought we were in the clear.
We couldn't have been more wrong. The refugees were mercilessly slaughtered by Thanos' guards and we were all imprisoned for days. All of us, except for Loki, who still pretended to be on the titan's side.
Eventually, when Thor was ejected out of the ship, Loki somehow managed to sneak the tesseract out and plan his escape, but when he realized I was still trapped there, he couldn't leave me behind.
I was laying in my cell, after freshly being drained of my magic, when a flash of green catches my eye. I tiredly turn to see who it was and in my half-conscious state, I could still recognize the man rushing to my side.
"Loki?", I called out weakly,
"Shhh, I've got you", he whispered,
Scooping me up into his arms, before using the tesseract to teleport us away.
I couldn't make out where we were, but he immediately lays me down on the bed and started checking me for injuries. Thankfully, only my hands had aged years from my powers being taken and they would eventually return to normal with time.
"Get some rest. I need to make some arrangements"
It didn't take long for me to fall asleep after that.
Back to present day, I find myself leaving my room and making my way to his. Hesitantly, I knocked on his door and awaited a response. The door eventually opens and I was met with Loki rubbing his tired eyes.
"(Y/N)?"
I could no longer keep my composure. I run into his arms, throwing my own around him and sobbing into his chest.
"I had a nightmare", I wept.
He sighs in relief, before holding me.
"I still see him when I close my eyes"
"Shhh, you're alright"
I pull away, sniffling and he wipes my tears away.
"Come in", he urged,
Gesturing to the inside of his room. I nod and walk in, taking a seat on the foot of his bed, as he followed suit.
"He can't get you. I won't let him", he reassured,
Taking my hand into his.
"You can't promise me that"
"That won't inhibit me from trying"
I take a deep breath, as he uses his hand to gently cup my cheek and turn me to face him.
"It won't"
"Could I um...stay here? Just for tonight", I sniffled,
"Of course", he reassures.
We get into bed and buried ourselves beneath the blanket. A few moments of silence goes by, till Loki spoke up.
"Was this the first nightmare?"
I was too embarrassed to reply, so I simply shook my head.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was ashamed. I didn't wanna worry you either"
"Ashamed? You've gone through the worst of it and here you were, worried about how I would see you? (Y/N), you don't have to pretend with me. You're allowed to express your pain"
Hearing him be so sincere and gentle was more than enough to calm my nerves. I scoot closer towards him and he welcomes me in with a warm embrace.
"You are here with me and as long as there is still life in my veins, I promise you, you are safe"
I crane my head up and he meets my gaze.
Maybe it was just the exhaustion that was getting to me, but in that moment, I felt something and I was sure he felt it too.
"Loki", I whispered,
Carefully bringing my hand to his cheek.
"Yes?"
Without wasting another precious second, I press my lips onto his. If you had told me months ago that Loki and I would be here, in this moment, I would've laughed in your face, but right now...all I could think about was how good he felt against me. How effortlessly his skilled hands would caress the expanse of my back.
For a while, he reciprocated the kiss with the same fervour that I had, but then suddenly, he pulled away from me with a gasp.
"We can't"
"Loki-"
"If you're doing this because you feel as though you owe me...don't"
I couldn't help but feel my heart ache at his words. He really thought this was just a pity kiss, when it was nothing of the sort.
With my hands still cupping his face, I spoke.
"Loki. You saved my life, yes...but this isn't just some act of me saying thank you. Don't get me wrong, I will forever be grateful, but this is not what tonight is about"
He watched me intently, anticipating what I had to say.
"Life could end at any given moment and I won't spend what could be my last days being afraid. I know should've said this sooner...but I've fallen for you", I confessed.
His shoulders relaxed at my words.
"You truly mean that?"
"With every fiber of my being", I reassured,
Rubbing my thumbs back and forth on the apples of his cheeks. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, before continuing.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear you say that"
All the weight that had been burdening me for weeks had finally been taken off my shoulders. He brushes a hair away from my forehead, before continuing to speak.
"You saved me from the moment you met me. You gave me another chance at redemption...and I will never"
He presses a kiss to my forehead.
"Ever"
He pressed one more to my cheek.
"Be able to thank you enough"
He presses a final one to my lips.
"If you'll have me, darling, I would love to show you the depths of my devotion"
I couldn't help, but blush at his request.
"I'd love nothing more" I exhaled.
That was all the god of mischief needed to hear, before grinning like a wild cat and pouncing onto me.
Our lips meet in a heated exchange, as his hands used my hips to pull me in closer. Every inch of my skin was burning for more. All the secret pining and anticipation has lead us to this very moment and I knew there was no going back from here. Not that I had any plans of doing so.
At some point, he flips us over so that I was on top, straddling the expanse of his thighs. I pull away for a moment to grasp at the bottom off my sweater and pull it off over my head. I was now left completely topless.
A coy smile tugs at his lips and his hands make their way up my waist, till they gently settled on my breasts.
"Had I known this was what awaited me beneath your clothes, I would've invaded New York much sooner", he joked,
Making me chuckle, whilst biting back a smile and shamelessly rolling my hips against his erection.
"Glorious, every inch of you", he exhaled.
Every word he spoke had me losing my breath. Though, it should come as no surprise to me, as he was always so effortless with them. He didn't have to say or do much to make me melt and he knew it.
Growing impatient with me teasingly grinding on him, he flips us over once more, causing a surprised gasp to escape me.
"You will be the death of me", he murmured under his breath,
Kissing me again. His lips eventually trail down my neck, the valley between my breasts, till he wrapped them around one of my eager buds, using the tip of his tongue to draw firm circles. The sinful noises spewing out of me only encouraging him further.
Once he was done showering both my hardened nips with attention, he journeyed down farther, before yanking my shorts and underwear off and pulling my thighs apart. I couldn't help but feel a chill run up my spine, seeing him stare at me with now darkened eyes.
"At long last"
He drags a finger up my drenched slit.
"A feast worth dying for", he whispered,
Finally lowering his head. I gasp at the contact, feeling his tongue clean up the mess he caused. My hands flying up at his hair, grasping at the roots.
"Loki", I whimpered,
As my legs tighten around his head. I was only met with approving hums and his hands keeping my legs apart, allowing him to continue savoring the taste of me.
"Even the sweetest fruits fall bitter at your presence", he mumbled against my bundle of nerves,
Sucking it in like the last thing he'd ever have.
I already found myself trying to fight of the nearing climax that was threatening to overtake me.
It would've been less of a struggle, had he not decided to slip two of his digits into my needy cavern, repeatedly pressing into my sweet spot. He was oh so precise with his ministrations.
"You're close, I can feel it. Do not deny me of that. Come undone for me, darling. Show me how good I make you feel"
That was the final push I needed for the knot in my stomach to snap apart and unravel. My vision fading for a moment, as my body tensed to welcome in the euphoric high.
Eventually, I grow limp coming down from my orgasm and he slowly made his way back up to my lips.
"Do you taste yourself? So exquisite, so rich. I must have you"
"Then take me", I demanded,
Holding the back of his neck.
"I was only ever yours to take"
I could tell that unlocked something within him. Like I had just awoken a beast that was already trying to claw its way out. Giving me one last mischievous smirk, he sits up, pulling his own boxers off, revealing his painfully hard cock that was begging to be soothed.
"Do you see what you do to me? Driving me up the walls by simply just being? I will ravish you to no end"
"Stop talking and just do it"
He chuckles deeply and reunites our lips once again, before tossing my legs around his waist. He takes his member into his hand, pressing the red aching tip against my sensitive clit. My back arching off the mattress as a result.
"So responsive to my touch. Will you be good for me?"
"Yes", I whispered,
And before I knew it, he plunges himself into me, resulting in another gasp to escape my parted lips.
"You are just as I'd dreamt", he groaned into my ear.
After giving me a moment to adjust, he slowly pulled his hips back, before thrusting back inside of me.
"You feel so good around me"
It didn't take long for his pace to pick up momentum. Within what felt like seconds, he began pounding mercilessly into my heat. His arms bound tightly around me waist preventing me from slipping away, as if I had any plans to.
That same familiar feeling that overwhelmed me not too long ago already building up.
Loki wasn't that far behind either. I could tell by the tempo of his movements faltering with each passing second.
"I cannot hold back any longer. Come with me, darling. Now", he struggled,
As we both fall into it together. I claw down at the alabaster skin of his back, whilst he gripped onto me for dear life, emptying himself into my pulsing walls. He then collapses on top of me and we take a moment to catch our breaths.
By the end, the room smelled of sex, sweat and the apple cinnamon candle illuminating the darkness.
He then musters the remaining of his strengths to carefully pull out of me and place me atop his sweaty chest.
"Nothing and no one will ever hurt you again. Not while I can help it", he promised,
Kissing the top of my head.
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Needle
Summary: in which Harry brings you flowers to minimize the pain of a needle, and you've decided to throw out your baby books.
Word Count: 2.6k
Author's note: taking it to the very beginning and gifting all of us (myself included) the series of events that brought us to our reigning queen: Angel Baby.
It's her world, we're just living in it: she lives here
It’s resting menacingly between his fingers, staring you down as though it’s got a mind of it’s own. There’s a very familiar sensation that’s starting to conjure itself up in the pit of your stomach; fear and the anticipation of unavoidable pain. Honestly, the longer you fixate on the bulk of the needle the more the feeling that started in your gut starts to expand towards your chest.
“Just do it,” you blurt out, “get it over with.”
You’re not intentionally trying to squirm. Fight or flight is just loitering deep within your instinctual reflexes, which is making it kind of hard not to writhe around a bit. You don’t know if it’s the gush of cool air that falls in through the cracked window or the way Harry moves closer to your exposed abdomen but you can’t help but jolt a bit.
“Just hold still poppet, promise m’gonna make it quick.”
He’s eye level with your lower back now, crouched down with his knees hovering brazenly above his feet. Before he advances any closer he peeks up at you. It’s almost as if he’s silently asking for permission to get on with it. You just nod before sealing your eyes shut, like you typically do.
There’s an entire routine for this that’s he nailed down to a T. In an attempt to soothe a bit of your nerves, he always lays his hand flat to the base of your stomach. That’s where he lets his thumb rub a few circles as a way to ease the nerves a bit; not just yours, but his too. His newest addition is delivering a small kiss to the spot he pokes you with the needle. There’s no rhyme or reason to it, but he feels like an extra step for good luck couldn’t hurt at this point. He doesn’t mind that this particular shot goes into your butt. He’s big on good luck rituals, so he’s not about to fuck with the juju on this one.
One bit he refuses to change is to dig up something distracting to draw your attention elsewhere. It doesn’t always work. In fact, you don’t think it’s ever worked at all. You’d never outwardly admit that it’s a useless ploy; you know he’s just trying to take some of the edge off. Each time it’s something different and he always tries to pick something ridiculous or outlandishly stupid.
“Y’know,” he grins as he takes the fleshy part of your belly in between his thumb and index finger “I literally just kissed your ass.”
A proud smirk plants itself on his mouth when he hears an exhale-like laugh slip out of you. It fades into a frown though as he jabs at you with the needle, because you suck it back in with a sharp breath. One of your hands is gripping onto the basin of the sink, and the other is digging it’s fingers into the flimsy material of his shoulder in an attempt to offset the impending burning sensation. He can almost feel your fingernails creating small crescents into the surface of his skin.
It’s a relief once he can finally pull the needle out. He hates seeing you in pain. Even though this was an endeavor you both willingly agreed to embark on, he hates being the one to put you in pain. That’s why he breathes out in comforting release when he can put the empty needle onto the kitchen counter.
“S’all finished now,” his tone is so calm because he knows the stifling burning sensation is well underway, “no more shots.”
His eyes are trained on you as you wiggle your jeans back up your legs, wincing a bit when the denim veers over the injection spot. And you fiddle with the zipper before looping the button back in, smoothing out your shirt over the waistband as a way to push the last 6 minutes completely from your mind.
Finally you bring your gaze to meet his, moping a bit in the process, “You said that last time.”
“I mean it,” he tuts, the coolness of his rings meeting your cheeks as he lays both hands flat on your face, “can feel somethin’ different this time.”
He doesn’t care that he goes in for a peck on your mouth and still feels the frown on your lips. For good measure, he delivers a few more at rapid speed until he finally feels your frown lines subside. That’s how he can start to feel a little more content. He’s completely at ease when he pulls his face back a bit, analyzing the more lax expression on your face while he strokes his thumbs near your temples.
“Maybe” you answer flatly, “I’m not getting my hopes up, though.”
Though he’s limited in what he can do to mitigate all that comes with the IVF process, he’s made it his priority to over-compensate in what he actually can do to try and make up for the things he can’t. If he could physically take the shots himself he would in a heartbeat. But he can’t, so he teeters on the border of helplessness when you get down in the mouth like this. He’d compensate with long vacations, drowning you in little gifts sporadically or planning quirky dates to keep your energy up. There was a shift after the most recent miscarriage that even doubling the size of your wedding ring diamond couldn’t reverse. So now he just tries to stick solely to offering his optimistic support whatever chance he gets.
“Thank you for these,” you hum in gratitude as you bring the bouquet of flowers beneath your nose, “I feel like I should be getting you flowers, though.”
“Flowers fo’ me?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, “Why’s that?”
“Didn’t you just open mouth kiss my ass cheek?”
His laugh starts in the back of his eyes as they crinkle in amusement, tickling the back of his throat as it spills from his mouth and echos through the kitchen. With a shake of the head he mocks you for a minute by puckering his lips, handing you the ice pack he fished out of the freezer so you could minimize the burn from the injection site.
He gleefully accepts your invitation to handle the flowers; unwrapping them with nimble fingers as he peels back the paper to expose the stems. There’s amusement twinkling in his eye as he catches you slipping the bunny shaped ice pack inside the butt of your jeans, fidgeting with it so it’ll stay in one place. The amusement quickly deteriorates though when he opens the garbage to throw out the paper and greeted with something of a much more somber tone.
“Y/N,” his shoulders drop a bit, “y’wanna tell me why these are in here?”
Though your back is turned to him so you can’t physically see what it is he’s referring to, you already know exactly what he’s talking about. If he’s got the garbage open you know he’s looking at the pile of baby books mounted at the very top. You know how he is, how he wants to take care of everyone all the time. And because of that, you willfully decided to omit your brief breakdown earlier when you went through your nightstand and stumbled upon those books hidden beneath a couple pairs of tights.
“Not particularly” you admit, back still turned to him, “just had a kinda weird morning.”
There’s a lingering silence that takes up a chunk of space in the room. You’re not willing to divulge anymore than you already have, and Harry waits a minute before throwing out the paper before closing the garage. He wants to make sure he strings together the proper things to say to you before saying anything at all.
It’s once he gathers what he needs to that you don’t hear him, but feel him; the front his body pressing into the back of yours. He smirks a bit when he feels the chill of the ice pack through your pants, hands slithering around your waist before he interlocks his fingers and rests both hands on your stomach. A hum of approval gurgles in his throat when he feels you lean into the embrace so he can rest his head atop your shoulder.
“S’gonna happen” his whisper is like a lull in your ear, his lips right up against them, “We’ll go t’the doctor in a few days and do th’extraction and just take it day by day. Good news this time, I promise.”
He delivers it with kisses to your head in between words, as though it’ll somehow permanently ingrain into your mind and become a staple in your thought process.
In a way, it almost does.
On a loop in your mind his words play; over and over throughout the next few days without pause in sight. He tries to reiterate them as much as he can whenever he feels like you need a little extra support; the egg retrieval, the implantation process, all of it and everything in between. If this has been a difficult road for him to go down, he truthfully can’t imagine the cross you’ve been bearing through it all. All he can do for the next couple of days, though it pains him there isn’t anything more he’s capable of, is offer as much moral support and words of encouragement that he’s capable of producing.
“How y’feeling?” He’s asking with a wide, forced smile as he peeks over at you from the driver’s seat, “Feelin’ good?”
His hand unoccupied by the steering wheel is making itself useful on your upper thigh. It’s where his fingers are tapping in tune to the key of the music humming from the car stereo. And every so often they’ll stop to give your leg a squeeze; his way of comforting you on the trek to the long-await, very dreaded doctors appointment. The tone of the afternoon is overkill perkiness, and Harry is setting the mood by sparing no gesture big or small.
“Har relax,” you laugh, “I’m all good.”
There’s no point in rebutting with anything or doubling down on the enthusiasm like he’s been doing all morning. You’re answer was definitive enough to tell him that you weren’t interested in dragging that conversation any further than where you left it. That’s fine; he’s playing by your rule book today anyways.
It’s why he doesn’t make that cheesy cat joke to the girl behind the desk at the doctor’s office. He’s said it about a million times and knows you’re sick of it. He doesn’t stand up when the attending nurse hangs in the doorway of the waiting room, calling out for a ‘Ms. Styles’ and being corrected by Harry with the usual (and polite) ‘it’s Mrs. Actually’. He’s so sure to keep you in a calm and collected state that he doesn’t make a vampire joke or pretend to pass out when the nurse puts the line into your vein to take a blood sample.
“No fake faint this time,” you muse teasingly, “they grow up so fast.”
From his seat in the corner you watch him playfully roll his eyes, mimicking you under his breath before he stands up and straightens himself up. He wants to take a firm stance by you, who’s perched meekly on the examination table swinging your legs back and forth to pass the time.
You won’t tell Harry in fear of him leaning into the overcompensating role of ‘caretaker’ and ‘fixer of all problems’, but you’re stomach is in a million tight little knots and your eyes are starting to glaze over. At first you wanted to fault it to exhaustion; you barely got an hours worth of sleep last night because the onset of anxiety was too overbearing to keep your eyes shut for more than a few minutes.
“I don’t think I’m meant to be a mom,” you sigh forlornly, and his eyes go wide at the bluntness, “I don’t think- I don’t wanna do this again if it doesn’t work, okay? Is that okay?”
It’s almost an a-ha moment for Harry. He’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop because he couldn’t really wrap his head around how mild you were being. But there it was, the revelation from you’d he’d been holding his breath for. It’s not what he wanted to here but nonetheless, he knew it was bound to come at some point.
"Whatever y'want, poppet. Just want y'to be happy."
He nods in agreement as he says it, hoping it's enough. If this was the end, than it was the end. All he can do is offer a kiss before a long-lingering hug, which you take as confirmation that he understands you’re just not equipped to keep at this further than the point you’re at.
“How’re we doing today?”
Both you and Harry stiffen out a bit once the doctor immerses himself into the room, answering with a chipper ‘good’ in unison. It tells Harry to prep for the impending bad news. It feels like he regressed and sunken back into the last time he was here. The memory is almost too vivid; the perpetual ball of dread in his stomach, the look of disappointment that swept across your face before a few tears dribbled down your cheek, the sob or two you choked out in the otherwise silent car ride home. The memory is subconsciously prepping him for what’s to come, and he’ll be here to pull himself up by the boot straps to make sure you have plenty of space to crumble once the doctor reads off the plastic board in his hands.
“Tell me how you’re feeling,” the doctor asks, plopping himself down in one of those backless spinning chairs to scoot himself closer, “anything worth making a note of? Nothing is too big or small.”
“Not really” Harry answer is simply a mindless, knee-jerk response, “just like-oh, y’asking, no ok-ok sorry.”
The doctor chuckles a bit, saying something to Harry about how nerves are normal. Honestly, you’re only half listening and both of them are as audible as white noise. You’ve mentally checked out as you anticipate the news to come. You wish you were out of your body or anywhere else.
“Just tired,” you admit, slowly nodding as you purse your lips, “really tired. A little bit of cramping, too. Mostly tired, though.”
That’s about all you’re willing to disclose for your quaint audience of two. Though you are literally and physically exhausted, perhaps there was a bit of a metaphoric meaning to it too. This process is tiring. Consistent bad news is tiring. Being physically incapable of giving Harry the child he so desperately wants is so fucking tiring.
All the doctor does is nod his head in a way to in-audibly tell you he’s making a mental note of your vague list of symptoms. There’s a terse pause where the room falls into a quiet pause. The only noise to be heard is when your doctor flips one of the pages on his clipboard before swiftly folding it in half.
“Well,” his breath out is in a more positive tune, “all normal symptoms for the first trimester.”
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion before your body begins to go completely numb, though Harry’s hand gives your a comforting squeeze. He looks at you first, lips spread in a little O as his eyes nearly double in size. Frantically he tries to rack his brain for something to say, and while nothing seems to be coming out, the doctor swoops in to do enough talking for him.
The doctor extends his hand out to you, the folded paper in his palm and a grin etched on the lower half of his face, “Congratulations.”
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part 2 of Fresh Start jegulus microfic prompt<3 (around 1k words)
Before Regulus has the opportunity to creep away unnoticed the next morning a sleep-warm hand catches him around the wrist gently as he goes to stand up from the bed.
He rolls his eyes dramatically and throws a glance over his shoulder. James grins back at him unperturbed, raven hair an awful mess and practice-sculpted shoulders on display, “Hey, I’ll see you around campus, yeah?”
Tugs at his wrist once more, feebly and Regulus gives an exaggerated sigh before he gives into the pull and smiles into the goodbye kiss. Extracts himself to snatch up his longsleeve from the floor and head for the door.
Gets thrown after another, “Have a nice first day, love!” which makes his traitorous heart skip a beat but he dignifies with only an indifferent grunt before he slides back the bolt that unlocks the front door and slams it shut behind him.
Regulus jogs back to the dorms effortlessly and gets a knowing smirk from his roommate Evan for the walk of shame performance.
Gets ready quickly and arrives punctually with five minutes to spare at the assigned spot on campus for the tutor students to pick up their Fresh Meat only to be stood up for a good 10 minutes.
He witnesses all his fellow Freshman get called upon until he’s the only one left and then plops himself on a nearby bench with a disgruntled huff at his tutor’s tardiness.
Which has him, understandably, startle when suddenly there’s a voice, low and warm and achingly familiar, right in his ear, “Oh, I love when the universe works things out like this.”
He turns his head slowly, nails digging into his biceps where his arms are crossed in front of his chest to come face to face with a unfairly fresh looking version of the boy he’d fucked the night before, his scowl reflecting in James’ round glasses.
Regulus makes sure to put poison into his words, “You’re late.”
James hums in agreement, “I was real busy this morning.”
“No, you weren’t.” Regulus had left right after waking up.
He grins menacingly, “Yeah, I was,” leans in so far their noses almost touch, “I had to take care of a big problem after I watched you walk out on me like that.”
Regulus tries to suppress it, he really does, but he feels the flush creeping up his neck nonetheless. Shoots around to look back straight from his seat, “Let’s get this over with.”
Despite his cocky entrance and the filthy night they’ve shared James is surprisingly tame and gentle today. For where his bar usually rests apparently, at least.
He’s actually providing helpful information on the campus’ built up and teachers, answering Regulus’ questions and pointing out tips to related topics.
That’s not to say that he doesn’t still flirt. Because he does, and Regulus is helplessly baited into retaliating.
James is a gentleman about it though, mostly. Small touches and easy quips, no kissing, and it almost feels like he’s holding back on purpose for some reason.
They visit the library and the indoor pool (from the outside) and when James places a palm on Regulus’ lower back, ducks close and invites him for lunch in the cafeteria with his friends Regulus finds himself agreeing perhaps a little too easily.
The girls are wonderful. Mary is mean in a funny way and Lily is wicked smart. After only five minutes they end up ganging up on James a bit, much to his gawking affronted dismay.
“Mh,” Lily makes a sudden noise around the fries in her mouth, “There’s Rem.”
Regulus turns to see a tall, lanky boy slinking his way through the crowd of students towards them with a full laden tray in hand and a distracted smile over his shoulder, like he’s listening to someone.
Who appears when his gangly frame moves aside to round the table for the girls’ side, leaving a clear sight for Regulus to nearly choke on the sip of soda he nicked from James’ cup.
Because right there in front of him stands one of the last people Regulus had possibly hoped to see again. Thought he’d be way over half the continent by now, for sure. No way for Regulus to ever find or have the fortune to stumble upon.
The silence barely has time to stretch before James murmurs softly, “Look who I’ve dug up, Pads.”
And it registers for Regulus then, suddenly. Bucket of ice water tipped down the back of his shirt.
All these questions about his choice of uni and city, about his family and James had—
James.
As in, James Potter, a disbelieving laugh threatening to crawl up his throat because of course it would be Regulus’ fucking luck.
His eyes snap away from the slack face of his brother to pin the Sophomore next to him with a scorching glare, “You knew?”
It’s more of an accusation than it is a question.
And James Potter has the fucking gall to smile at him bashfully, rub at his neck and bite down on his plump bottom lip and look all handsome, blushing from being reprimanded by Regulus and Regulus wants to hit him. Or maybe kiss him into another wall so hard their teeth click with the force.
He’s honestly still considering the effectiveness of a punch lest Regulus end up the one getting hurt from the impact of his delicate knuckles with those rock hard muscles when his back promptly gets shoved into the sharp edge of the lunch table with the force Sirius is throwing himself at him.
The air in his lungs presses out in a whoosh and Regulus still spots James grin widening as he feels himself relax in his brother’s arms, breathing in the familiar scent of him, nose tickled by the long hair.
Predictably, Sirius makes a bit of a scene. Gushes over him and sniffles and sobs a bit of snot into the crook of Regulus’ neck and James looks far too smug about the whole thing but Regulus lands a solid kick at his shin under the table while indulgently rubbing circles into Sirius’ back so it’s okay.
So much for a fresh start, though, huh.
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Hello 👋 can i request a scenario or a short story on how eyeless jack, masky and hoodie meet SO (separately pls) thank you :DD
There weren't any pronouns specified so I just used GN ones, I hope that's ok!
Thank you for requesting!
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Eyeless Jack
Jack goes out on runs a lot. Due to his demon nature, sometimes he just needs to let loose and let his instincts run wild for a bit. This specific time though, he went a little bit off the path he normally goes. Instead of running around the woods around Slender's mansion, he decides to go further and further until he finds himself in a city.
At this point his adrenaline has worn off, and now he's just confused. Where is he? How does he get back home? He didn't know that there even was a city this close to the mansion. Either way, he can likely just smell his way back home, so he decides to explore a bit.
As he's walking around, he looks around at different store's windows, stopping at a particularly lit up one, especially for so late in the night. He peers into the window to find a person asleep at the counter of the store. He steps back to look up at the sign of the store. "Generic gas station name, open 24/7...huh." He mutters to himself as he steps forward to look at this person again.
As he looks at you, something primal in him sparks. It's a need to protect, and love you, and to make sure you are his eternally.
The sun is coming up, and he still needs to rest before heading out to work again, so he makes a mental note of the gas station you work at, as well as the name on your name tag. "Y/n..." he whispers, speeding off before the sun can rise.
Masky/Tim
As per usual, Slender tells Tim he's working too hard and needs to take it easy. Well, if he can't work what else is Tim supposed to do? I'll tell you what, dear reader, he goes to a bar. He was only going to drop by just to treat himself, but all of those plans are ruined the second he sees you.
My god you are the most gorgeous being he's ever seen in his life. And he looks like shit right now. He knows he'll never see you again if he lets this opportunity slide, so he makes his way over to talk to you, pushing aside drunken couples and dancing maniacs that are practically falling all over themselves. Fun fact, he did not in fact think about what he was going to say to you when he does approach you, so as he stands in front of you, he looks terrifying.
A beefy, 6'4" man, whom reeks of whisky and cigarettes, and also looks like he could pick you up and throw you against the wall with ease? And he's staring at you menacingly? Yeah, not the best first impression. But as he stares at you, he finally seems to find his words and say "Hi, I'm Tim." You look him up and down. "Hello." you say. "You're really pretty." He blurts out, like an idiot. Despite how creepy this should sound, you can't help but giggle at his words. This guy looks like an overgrown dork now that you've gotten a good look at him.
"Thanks." You say, biting your lip with a smile. This is the start of a very interesting friendship, you can tell.
Hoodie/Brian
Brian isn't a very social guy. He sticks to Tim for the most part, and he doesn't really try to meet new people. Fortunately, you just kinda fell into his lap. There are other businesses in the underworld, just like Slender's. Extermination companies, if you will. Every few months, there are meetings between different businesses, and representatives are selected. Hoodie was one of the 3 selected from Slender's company, and you were one of the 3 from another company.
He couldn't help but stare at you through the meetings, thankful his mask covers his gaze. And when he learned your companies would be working together? He was ecstatic. Every chance he gets to be with you, he takes.
He's very quiet, which was a bit odd to you at first, but you figured everyone has different comfort zones. He was also really helpful in teaching you how to use different weapons.
He's a true gentleman with you, treating you like fine China that could break st the slightest touch. He really wants you to think highly of him, so he does his best to impress you when he gets the chance, practically begging slender to allow him to do his work with you, even though you're from another company.
Slender catches on pretty fast on how his employees feel, and he wants what's best for them, so expect Slender to be around you a lot as well, making sure you won't hurt Brian, and of course making sure you wouldn't do anything to hurt his company. It's a bet of a tight squeeze, but eventually you and Brian are able to spend more time together, your relationship ever building.
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GENSHIN MEN AS YOUR PERSONAL BODYGUARD — CYNO & SCARAMOUCHE
bodyguard!au
prompt: you are the daughter/son of a powerful and influential CEO which makes you a delicious target in the eyes of your father’s competitors for blackmail thus, you have to be guarded at all times
characters: cyno, scaramouche x gn!reader
✧ ┊ scaramouche
• serious bodyguard
• damn does he ever smile
• he always has his arms crossed
• resting bitch face 24/7
• honestly no one would mess with you at this point
• he’s a bit shorter compared to a normal bodyguard but goddamn he does his job so well
• he’s distant, doesn’t often make eye contact with you and his sole purpose is to be your bodyguard
• he has attitude which kinda ticked you off at first
• but then you realized his actions spoke louder than his sass by the way he holds you gently when protecting you, a stark contrast from the insults that come out of his mouth
• he disses every person that threatens to hurt you and sends them home crying to mama
• sarcastic as fuck
• he tends to be pretty bad at self-expression so he just goes “whatever it doesn’t matter” or “nevermind” while waving his hand and turning away
• he’s the type of person who wants to display a tough exterior but is secretly a gummy bear inside
• you usually tease him to get a reaction from him because he’s cute when he’s annoyed
• until he had enough of your shit and pinned you down in the backseat, told you to shut up, be a good girl/boy, and behave, then got up and slipped into the front seat before driving you back home
• as time passed by, he began to be more open to you — he started making eye contact, he unfolds his arms when talking to you, and he even started smiling subtly when he sees you, though he still smirks whenever you do something stupid but you were making progress
• yeah he’s good at judo-flipping people and sending them flying across the room the moment someone disrespects you but honestly with a tongue that sharp, he doesn’t even need to
“Did you really have to throw them across the room?”
“What you just want me to stand here doing nothing and let them talk shit to you?”
“So you do love me~”
“Fuck you.”
“When and where?”
“Right here right now.”
✧ ┊ cyno
• intimidating bodyguard
• he doesn’t even have to try, his presence alone scare people away
• almost has this dark aura around him
• he’s just standing there, staring menacingly
• he doesn’t talk much, just nodding at orders and getting straight to work
• pretty mysterious
• he completely ignores you when you try to make small talk with him, well during the first few months at least
• to make for the lack of words he speaks, his eyes are surprisingly expressive so you resort to that when you try to discern what’s going on in his mind but it doesn’t do much since he still manages to remain mysterious
• the first time you heard his voice was when he commanded you to stay still as a few henchmen of the opposing diplomats tried to ambush you and kidnap you
• and goddamn it was fucking hot
• he stepped before you with a protective stance and bared his fangs at the perpetrators which caused them to shudder
• oh damn he wasn’t human
• it all happened too quickly, he summoned his spear and all you saw were flashes of light as he spun his weapon before all that was left was bloodshed in the alleyway
• soon enough he had you in his arms bridal style as he parkoured through the buildings of the city
• you were mesmerized by the way his gray hair swayed, his fiery bronze eye sparkling under the moonlight
• he gently put you down on the rooftop of the highest building before clearing his throat and looking away
• you looked down at his hands that were still gripped protectively around your waist, in which he pulled away in embarrassment and hid them back in his dark cloak
“Let’s get you home, my lady/lord.”
“You are my home, Cyno.”
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How do they react to you asking about kinks out of the blue?
CW: Not explicit but definite content warning for being borderline nsfw due to subject matter. The reader is not gendered and is not in a relationship with them, but this could definitely be read as prerelationship if you'd like!
Note: All characters are depicted as being in their mid to late twenties.
Heartslabyul
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle's jaw is going to drop and you're going to get to watch him trying (and failing) to grasp for words. He's not even sure how to respond to that and second of all how DARE you ask him that in public!?
You're going to get a lecture as soon as he figures out how to speak again!!
Ace Trappola
His immediate thought is that you're fucking with him, and he's going to laugh and continue doing what he was doing.
And then you don't say anything else. Or laugh. Or even follow up with an explanation for yourself. That's when he realizes you weren't joking, and once he goes bright red.
"Wait really? Jeeze, don't ask me things like that out of nowhere!"
You're not getting a real answer out of him, and he's going to be sulking that you embarrassed him for the rest of the day.
Deuce Spade
He was trying to take a drink, you asshole!
He immediately sputters and chokes on his drink, and you can see his brain stalling as he tries to recover from this.
"WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME!?" He will manage to ask eventually. He avoids the question as best as he can.
Trey Clover
You get to hear the clatter of the things he was holding as he fumbles them against the countertop. Then, he sighs, and slowly begins to pick things up and set them upright again.
"May I ask why? I can't say it's my forte but I suppose I can... give advice if I'm able to." He's a little red in the face, but he's sure there must be some reason for asking. "I can't say I've had much... opportunity to explore them, though."
Cater Diamond
Cater is and always will be a bit of an open book when he probably shouldn't be, so he's going to be very excited to tell you about his kinks.
"I didn't know you were interested in this kind of stuff. You got a date coming up soon that you're hoping to experiment with?" He laughs, and then sing-songs, with a salacious wink: "If you're interested in me, though, you're going to have to ask me to dinner first."
Savanaclaw
Leona Kingscholar
He's half asleep, but the moment you bring it up, his ears flip curiously.
He laughs, low and rumbling, and lifts his head to look at you.
"Oh, you're bold." he says, but doesn't say anything further on that point before laying his head back against his crossed arms. "'S a shame you're interrupting my nap or I might entertain that question more."
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie laughs hysterically, tickled pink.
"I don't kiss and tell." He shrugs, grinning smugly. "I suppose if you want to find out, though, I could be bribed with a steak dinner."
And just like that, his mouth is shut until that dinner is on the table.
Jack Howl
He looks at you like you just kicked, him, ears flattened back and eyes wide. He doesn't know how to respond to that at all and he's starting to question why you thought you should ask him that.
"I'd.... I'd rather not say." Jack sighs, finally, lifting a hand up and rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly.
Octavinelle
Azul Ashengrotto
Huh? HUH???
He's kind of baffled, and he sits his pen down to give you a look that says as much. He's wondering where the hell that came from more than anything else.
He says, quite emphatically: "I'm at work."
Floyd Leech
He laughs manically when you ask, his excitement clear in the way he does. He can't believe you've asked and he knows he's going to have so much fun teasing you over this.
"Yeah, I've got lots of them. Kind of nosy, though, don't you think?" he sing songs, stepping into your space so you have to look up at him. "You trying to get dirt on me~?"
Jade Leech
Jade grins wickedly, finding his way into your space, too, those sharp teeth catching the light menacingly. He raises a careful, gloved hand and makes you tip your chin up toward him.
"Would you like to find out?" he asks in that wicked tone of voice that tells you he's saying it to fuck with you. He's watching your every move, eager to see what move you'll make next.
Scarabia
Kalim Al Asim
Kalim short circuits when you ask him. He's aware of them, but kinks aren't the thing usually at the forefront of his mind and he's not the sort of person who talks about this super freely.
He flushes, and sits there in awkward silence for several moments, fidgeting with his jewelry as he tries to formulate a satisfactory response.
Eventually, he seems to settle on something.
"I haven't thought about them much." He admits.
Jamil Viper
He looks at you like you've grown another head, and then that quickly shifts into suspicion. He's cautious to a fault, so he assumes you're asking because you're going to lord it over him.
"I don't think that's any of your business." He says, slowly, furrowing his eyebrows as he returns to what he's working on. He grumbles something you don't catch, and if you look closely enough he's just a bit red in the face.
Pomfiore
Vil Schoenheit
"What are you, a tabloid?" he scoffs, frowning. He's had to deal with plenty of speculation on his sex life growing up in stardom. He's always guarded about what he says to anyone, and even if he doesn't think you're doing it out of malice, it still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
Rook Hunt
Rook will laugh when you ask, and then will raise his eyebrows suggestively, but he won't truly give you an answer. Instead, you're getting teased in return.
"Why, mon petit monstre, you're ever the curious one. Perhaps you're the one who'd got some questionable kinks. I think we should explore that first, non~?" He says, giving you an exceedingly smug look.
Epel Felmier
You shock him back into his accent, and his immediate response is:
"What in the Sam Hill are you askin' me for!?" He is quick to get defensive, and he will do his best to switch the conversation or... well, tell you to shut the fuck up in the politest way he can. He makes it quite clear that you're not getting an answer unless you want to put on your big boy pants and ask him out.
Ignihyde
Idia Shroud
You damn near give him a stroke, and he loses all ability to communicate for a few minutes. Of course he has them, he's pretty sure everyone has some but it's like you've just revealed your trap card and he doesn't have a counter and he's just watching his life points tick down.
He's also moderately offended. Does he look like a normie to you? Of course he has kinks! He doesn't want to tell you about any of them, though!
"Y-you know you can look them up on a search engine for free." He manages eventually, frustrated and humiliated into getting mean, glaring at you.
Diasomnia
Malleus Draconia
He's sheltered, but he's not that sheltered. He's going to use the opportunity to mess with you though.
"You know, child of man, I don't believe I've ever heard that term before. Could you explain?"
He will let you try until you catch him grinning at realize you've been had. He's a menace.
Silver
Why on Earth would you think that's a good idea to surprise him with? You're lucky he was on solid ground and seated because the way his emotions spike send him right into a cataplectic attack and pretty much straight to sleep.
Good luck getting answers out of him now.
Sebek Zigvolt
He will bark a very, very loud "HUH!?" at you, and then just stares at you, confused. He's very flustered by the question, and will likely go through several different stages.
The initial one is vehement denial and anger-- and he will demand to know why you had the nerve to ask him that.
Then, once he calms down enough to consider the question more thoroughly, he will probably actually answer it truthfully.
"I haven't experienced anything to do with it so I suppose I don't have an answer." He says finally, closing his eyes as he scratches at his hair, grimacing.
Lilia Vanrouge
He also grins at you wickedly, eyes narrowed as he realizes his opportunity to fluster you.
"Kinks, hmm? I suppose I have a few." He will lick at his lips and then go on a long tangent about what he's into. He's an open book and man you really wish you could close the book, you didn't need to know every detail of his sex life in the past and you can feel yourself starting to flush at some of the outright risque things he's saying. "I also find I have a bit of a humiliation kink, I just like seeing people getting flustered and red... just like you are now." He says, with a wink and a lick of his lips, and he seems content to leave the conversation there.
You leave the conversation unable to tell how much of that was him being serious and how much was him just fucking around with you. You get the distinct impression, though, that the last one was true."
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ASL recarnation au part 3
Alright then I'm in a good mood today, so let's have a docsis of cat content cause everybody deserves it.
When Ace and Luffy reincarnated they never expected to be cats, they expected (or at least Ace) to be humans or something so you can bet a certain someone was happy about this (not pointing out that people on the street saw a cat hissing and mewling at the thin air, what are you talking about?). Luffy didn't know what was happening but got over it quickly, cause well Luffy is Luffy, however Ace was frustrated, how in the holly fuck was he gonna find their brother in this form? Let alone communicate with him, this form was extremely useless. The irony of the situation, Ace was the first one to adapt to his new body while Luffy was clumsy, you will not see him landing on four feet in a long time. Despite of it, these two are willing to adapt at this form if it means helping Sabo
Physical appearance: Ace and Luffy are both calico cats, at first glance they seem alike but when you look closely you can see the differences between them. Luffy's mayority black and the rest are orange spots covering his left ear, half of his face, half of his chest, tiny spots on his four legs, a medium orange spot on his back and three spots on his spots. He has a minimum of white spots which coincidentally some reference some characteristics in his human life, he has a white spot under his left eye, has a white spot on his chest in form of an X and white spots on his front paws. Ace is the reverse of Luffy, his body is majorly orange with black spots covering both his eyes and ears while his snout is left orange, has a black spot covering waist down both his tail and his back paws. Has white freckles on his cheeks, big white spot on his chest that connects to his belly, another in the end of his tail and his four paws. Ace is bigger than Luffy, it doesn't mean Luffy is kitten sized but is small enough for sometimes sneak into Ace's belly and use him as a fortress while he's standing and also enough for Ace to carry his clumsy brother from the neck when he has enough of his bullshit.
Personality and traits: Luffy is friendly, he displays affection both strangers and his brother. For a cat he is loud, even if you are two houses away you can hear his big mouth. He is clingy and has no problem at all in getting attention whether if is voluntary or not, cause even if nobody pays atten to him he will find attention one way or another. He's a menace, clumsy, mischievous, has a huge appetite and is incredibly hyper and it can be 3 am and he's still has energy. Luffy is instinctive, he somehow know who's a good person and who's bad, whenever he sees something bad he'll get defensive and he'll trow hands/paws if it means to protect his new friends and brother. Unlike his brother Ace is feral, he doesn't display his affection to anyone, it takes a long time to gain his trust and if he doesn't he gets defensive. Absolutely will hiss whenever someone or something is overstepping his boundries and he'll in bite and scratch of it needs to. He's protective over his brother, so no matter where Luffy goes he will be there, standing and watching menacingly as if he dares you to do something to his little brother. If his trust is gain he will gift his tough love and affection and will follow the person everywhere as is guarding them too and will allow those who choose alone to let him. His menacing radiator goes over the limit, mischievous as hell and will absolutely annoy you to no end for his entertainment.
Like I said before, who adopted them was Thatch and by accident (I won't say cause I don't have that part yet), when he returned home to the surprise of everyone they see a happy Thatch carrying two dirty cats, one was feral and had clear intentions on ripping off both Thatch's eyes out of his eye sockets and the other was visibly confused but was protesting loudly for his release. Everyone was legitimately confused on what in the world possessed his brother to adopt cats who clearly wanted to be anywhere but here and why didn't he take them to the vet first? And from that moment on another adventure begins on the Whitebeard family trying to tame this cats who will probably become part of his family.
Funny enough I took inspiration on my sister's cats, the way I tried to describe Luffy and Ace is almost them, one of my sister's cat doesn't tolerate anyone in the slightest except my sister but the other is an absolute sweetheart with everyone. I hope everyone liked this part this menace duo of felines.
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The Winchesters 1x12: The Tears of a Clown
Fort Wayne, Indiana
At Hugo’s Midway of Fun! Wally wanders the quiet carnival paths between tents. His friend wonders if this is the best way to spend his last night in Fort Wayne. (I mean, probably? That town can’t offer that much entertainment, right?) Wally just wants to have FUN! You know, A GOOD TIME! And, lo, a ticket for Limbo’s Hall of Happy! appears! (So many exclamation points to start this episode, guys!)
He picks it up and starts to hear distant, tinny music. A tent appears. His friend does not hear or see the tent.
Wally wanders closer to the tent, and a kindly clown pops his head out of the tent opening.
The friend hears a security guard and runs one way, while Wally follows the 100% uncreepy, totally normal, very cool clown into the tent.
(Boris: I had thoughts of grabbing screenshots of all the posters in the tent, but there are SO many, and my brain started to short-circuit after a while.’Alive! All Alive!’ ‘Freaks!’ (Lol, that’s for us clowns, I presume), ‘The Devil Child’. Hmm, not sure what ‘John: is he a she’ means, but we already have enough to unpack.)
Anyway, Wally finds an open door in the tent and, I presume, decides “In for a penny, in for a pound” and goes into that dark doorway too. He finds himself in a hall of mirrors, where Limbo the Clown’s laughter echoes menacingly. Wally turns and sees a flash of Limbo (NOT SCARY). Suddenly fun times aren’t so fun anymore. He looks in the mirror to find a clown staring back at him.
“Hunting’s a dishonest business. You gotta lie all the time about who you are and what you do. But the hardest lies aren’t the ones you tell other people. They’re the ones you tell yourself.”
(Jeremy Renner chin hands gif) Tell us more, Dean.
Mary and John are on the run looking for the mystery man. John managed to snag some sweet sandwiches while on the move (1. Like father, like mystery man son, B. That does not look like a very good sandwich, John). Mary worries about John’s headspace, and John–
*Credits Alert*
SPECIAL GUEST STAR RUTH CONNELL!!! SQUEEEEEEE!!!!
Sorry, where were we? John is showing why he earned his John Winchester A+ Parenting tag, only he’s being an ass to his future wife. And kudos to this show, and this season, and Drake, for being able to make us genuinely like John, but have his anger and pent up aggression manifest naturally.
He blows up at Mary just as Carlos and Lata enter the motel room. Awkward.
They have a case!
Mary thinks this missing person case is a good idea while they’re in town. John is still in full surly mode and questions her judgment. Too bad, dude, you’re working the case.
Meanwhile, after a too long hiatus, Ada is back on our screens, and has found a witches’ gathering hoping to peddle her wares. She’s still a bit of a novice witch though and is clearly intimidated by the others, but she needs magic to stop the Akrida.
Back at the carnival, the gang hunts a clown.
Lata, in her best green and blue outfit, is having the time of her life. The rest? Not so much. Mary suggests talking to another carnival clown to start. They pose as journalists to learn more about Wally’s disappearance. He tells them that Wally is, “the latest victim of Limbo. Limbo the Clown.”
He’s a carnival urban legend. No one knows if he’s a man or a monster. “He goes from carnival to carnival pitching his tent –Limbo’s Hall of Happy-- and luring folks inside. And once he does, no one ever sees you again.” Good times!
The gang decides to split up to work the case further. Mary starts to suggest Lata and Carlos head back to the motel room, but John jumps in and decides to go back with Lata. Yeah, everything is fine, guys. That leaves a pissed off Mary and Carlos to work the carnival grounds (while a creepy dude tracks them).
Ada, meanwhile, is playing the poker game of her life. She, sadly, can’t win the game, and she can’t prove that she’s strong enough to handle the magic they have to give her.
As Ada leaves, a mysterious, hooded witch approaches her. WHO ARE WE KIDDING! It’s Rowena! We’d recognize that accent anywhere!
At the motel, Lata checks in with John before they deep-dive into clown lore. He’s good. Totes fine. And a lying liar who lies.
While wandering the midway, Mary confesses to Carlos what’s been happening with John. Carlos hopes that Ada can get the magic, and then Mary bursts into tears and flings herself into Carlos’ arms. Ngl, I was thrown by how bad this acting was, until it was revealed that Mary can’t act! Ha. She noticed the man that’s been following them and needed a way to alert Carlos. Carlos can’t act either because the dude makes him immediately.
At the motel, Lata has a breakthrough! She finds that Limbo’s real name was Jerome Haskins. He worked with a carnival in the 1920s, but during the depression and dust bowl, the job disappeared. The lore says that he traded his soul for dark magic for a spell that would allow him to forget all his problems so he “could stay happy forever.”
At the carnival, Mary full-body tackles the stalker. Go Mary! It seems the guy wants to know what they’ve learned about Limbo. He lost his kid brother, Roger, 30 years ago, and he’s never stopped looking for him. Clarence (!!!!) tells the two about how his parents died when he was 18. To cheer up his little brother after the funeral, he took him to the carnival. Only, Roger ran away. Clarence wishes he would have helped his brother through his grief instead of taking him to the carnival. (AND thank you every last Tumblrina for comparing this story to Sam and Dean going to the pie festival in the finale random episode that means nothing and is currently being erased BTTF style.)
The gang has a theory that Limbo is targeting people who are sad. He uses their grief to lure them into his tent. Clarence tells the others that they don’t have much time. The carnival leaves that night. He has research on Limbo that he can give them. The gang splits up again –this time John is stuck working with Mary.
In the Clubhouse atrium, Ada hangs out with ROWENA. She’s after a grimoire, which Ada will trade back to her in exchange for powerful magic. Typical Rowena, amirite? Except NOPE! Rowena dumps the grimoire on the floor and announces that she was never after the book! “Those hags may have dismissed your green-thumbed magic,” Rowena says, “but not me. I’m here for the demon you trapped in a plant.” (Oh, how I adore the spotlight on this being a unique and possibly rare gift, since it makes the en-plantification extra special.)
At the carnival, John’s bantering with Mary falls somewhere between passive-aggressive and aggressive-aggressive. Mary proposes that John has been using their new relationship as a happy distraction, so he doesn’t have to actually confront any of his issues. John accuses her of failing to follow up on her normal life plans.
Dialogue for further GAAAAAAH Supernatural feelings analysis:
Mary: “Well sorry I’m too busy trying to save the world!”
John: “There it is, Mary. The eternal excuse!”
A cough that suspiciously sounds like “Dean” leaves my lips. Mary dismisses John and strides away, only to find a ticket on the ground. It’s a ticket for…LIMBO THE CLOWN. Mary and John split up to find the clown’s tent. Mary literally walks past this booth called “Sitting Ducks.” SITTING. DUCKS.
For Circus Horror Puns Science:
Somebody please buy the design crew a very large cake. Just past the “Sitting Ducks” booth stands the dark entrance to Limbo’s tent. Mary radios John and then heads in without waiting for him. She disappears into the invisible doorway just as John arrives.
At the motel, John fills in Lata and Carlos on Mary’s disappearance. Lata’s confused about why Mary got taken by the clown. After all, she wasn’t upset like the others! John makes a face and Lata and Carlos quickly catch on - and Carlos ain’t happy. AWKWARD. Lata pulls out some lore on the occultist who gave Limbo his magic mirror. Limbo can only stay happy if he infects others with his, uh, happiness. If just one person decides to return to the real world, Limbo’s fragile power network collapses and he dies. All they have to do now is find an invisible tent! John brings up the ticket Mary found, and they realize that they need to find a ticket in order to see Limbo’s tent. Carlos remembers one from Clarence’s Creepy Clown Memorabilia Collection™. He pulls out an original ticket from their stash, and they prepare to head out.
Meanwhile, Rowena is cooing over the demon plant. “So much evil in such a small package!” she marvels. And I laugh at what could also be a very apt description of Rowena at this point in her life. Ada’s concerned about Rowena’s sudden interest in demon-kind, but Rowena soothes her. She’s not interested in intervening in the Akrida war. Instead, she wants to interrogate Evil!Bonsai for information about HER SON! (Now, I know some people think this is future!Rowena trying to rescue Crowley which is sweet. But I prefer to see this as past Rowena and we just get…more! More history, more depth. I love it.)
Ada is heavily swayed by the lost child argument for, as you see, she ALSO has a son! But that’s still not enough to let Rowena just sashay out of the Atrium. Instead, as Rowena tries to do just that, Ada shouts at her to stop and vines grow up from the floor to encase Rowena. While Ada stares in shock at WHAT HER HANDS HATH WROUGHT, Rowena blasts her with a ball of purple power and knocks her out.
At the carnival, workers are packing up tents. It’s their last chance to break into Limbo(‘s tent) and save Mary! And also some other people! Carlos, Lata, and John all take hold of the old ticket and the tent shimmers into view. It’s time to monster hunt, babeez.
For Oh No Don’t Go In There Science:
They head into the ante-tent. While Carlos and Lata examine the periphery, John walks ALONE into the interior doorway. The doors slam shut, trapping him in the giant maze of mirrors. Covering his eyes, John starts looking for Mary. The clown dashes into view, a crackly blur of malevolent grayscale ghoul.
Limbo taunts John, chuckling, and tells him that he’ll join him soon enough. Limbo’s gleeful, as Mary appears. She smiles beatifically, her voice high and light. Mary tells John to stay in there with her. They can be happy together! “There’s a world out there we have to save,” John begs her. She tells John to give up and look in the mirror behind her. He’ll be caught in the spell. John wheels around away from the mirror only to discover that the enchanted mirror was actually on his other side! Tricksy Limbo!
They’re both immediately CLOWNIFIED.
Meanwhile, Lata and Carlos are trying to break in to save John and Mary, when a clown car pulls up. “Oh, gross, no!” Carlos says as all of Limbo’s clowns start to decamp. They discover that the tent has sealed itself, trapping Carlos and Lata. Making matters worse, Limbo emerges from his mirrored interior maze with clowned-up John and Mary at his side. Y I K E S
Carlos and Lata beg their friends to return to reality but those feuding sad sacks are happier being clowns. Carlos and Lata flee to the clown car and lock themselves inside, as clowns descend. A small clown child pops up with a grin.
Carlos recognizes Roger, Clarence’s brother. He’s still a little kid! While Lata freaks out, Carlos talks to Carlos. He quickly connects to him, bringing up his own tragic past in losing his parents. “You are not alone. You have a family that loves you.” Carlos tells him that Clarence has been looking for him and never gave up, and Roger’s clown smile falls. He starts to listen to Carlos. Limbo realizes what’s up and shouts at him to “cheer up!” through the window. But it’s to no avail. Carlos breaks through, Limbo shatters, and the tent disappears suddenly. They find themselves in the bright sunshine of the next day. People of many eras mill around and hug each other. They’re gonna have…a LOT to unpack.
Ada wakes up after getting knocked out, to find Rowena STILL there! She wisely turns down a cup of Rowena’s healing tea and they talk. Rowena announces that Ada passed her test, and invites her to join her coven!
Rowena doesn’t know too much about the Akrida, but she knows the queen is going to use the alignment of five planets to emerge. Ada demands the magic, and Rowena turns over a crystal. The crystal just needs a wee bit of power. It just needs…a piece of her SOUL. (Natasha: Noooooo don’t do it Ada!)
In the field, they mull over the stories of the survivors and their own ordeal. Lata asks if they remembered being clowns. UM YES. Mary thought it was kind of nice, which seems like a major plea for help. John and Mary discuss, and apologize to each other for getting angry. John wants to know if their relationship is solid, but we get NO ANSWER because Millie pulls up. She and Betty found a witness who saw Kyle enter the garage after making his 911 call saying he was already there! Now they just have to drive back to town and clear John’s name. Easy peasy.
At the clubhouse, the brain trust reviews maps and star charts to try to figure out when the queen will emerge. Ada reveals that she has a major piece of mojo now, but FAILS to reveal the soul shattering secret that powers it. (Millie looks skeptical - I hope she protects Ada!) The gang celebrates until Lata drops a little science fact - the planetary alignment the queen needs to escape has just begun.
Natasha: We LOVED the retro horror vibe of this episode! It felt like we’d stepped into a Ray Bradbury carnival story. I LOVE that Ada’s magic is explored further as a unique earth-based magic, and that the society of witches exist as a glowing, glitter-dusted dark magic speakeasy. This was all SO GOOD.
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Your Quoteshadow Game Needs Some Work:
Hunting’s a dishonest business. You gotta lie all the time…about who you are and what you do. But the hardest lies aren’t the ones you tell other people. They’re the ones you tell yourself.
“Did we interrupt something?” “I’d like to say the answer is yes, but thank you, Lata, for making things more awkward.”
Don’t let the warded door hit you on the way out
If we survive this, I promise I’m never gonna eat cotton candy again!
Oh my god, we’re going to die in here. In a clown car!
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Turmoils Of You- Part 15🔞
Ok. Don't kill me after this😭
Heavy NSFW content ahead.
TW: Dominant sex, slight knife play, very submissive MC
Sighing, I slowly turn back around to face a surely pissed off hacker, one who has an array of questions for me. What I don't expect on seeing is an intense dark glare on me, making my breath hitch halfway down my throat. Out of instinct, I take a step back which propels Jake to do so too, except he takes as many steps closer to me as I take further from him.
It is not until my back hits the wall behind me that I gasp from the suddenness of it, with a dark Jake still getting closer and closer to me, to the extent that even the toes of our feet briefly touch the other's. Staring in my eyes, he raises one of his cold hands and rests it on my cheek, making goosebumps appear all over my neck.
He massages his hand all the way from my cheek to my neck before it goes further north into my hair and pulls them down, forcing me to hiss from pain.
"I think I didn't make myself clear back then, did I? Don't worry though darling. I have the whole fucking night to prove my point to you now", he whispers in my ear, his hand still fisting my hair.
With that, he presses his lips over mine, taking over my remaining senses. At first, I tried resisting him, but soon my resolve faltered, making me move my lips along with his. He slips his tongue in my mouth and starts tracing each and every inch of it. When a moan escapes me, he pulls my head further down via my hair, taking my lower lip between his teeth.
"Oh god", I gasp as he bites my lip, heat sprawling in my core, making me lose my mind.
"Oh no doll, god ain't saving you tonight. Rather, scream my name and maybe I will go a little easy on you", he speaks in my mouth, tugging on my lower lip as he parts our mouths, "or not."
His hand, which was in my hair, slips lower to my nape and presses it forward, making my neck more inviting than it already was. He dips his head and goes to kiss it before suddenly backing off. He crosses his arms and irritatedly frowns at me, one of his brow crooked.
"What?", I ask him in utter confusion.
He doesn't reply initially, but then takes the tee I'm wearing in his firm fist. I notice how his eyes have further darkened and his jaw clenched so hard it might even cut my finger had I grazed mine's over it. Suddenly, he pulls the tee so hard that it tears off from the neck. He then takes the torn part in his hand and rips the whole thing apart, shredding it off my body. I gasp from getting the tee pulled off from me, my hand rubbing that area of my neck, looking at the tatters of the cloth at my feet.
His hands wrap around my neck and pushes me back on the wall. "You are mine. Only Mine", he growls in my face, trying to anger his way on me.
Too bad that I love playing with fire.
"Am I though?", I ask in a menacingly low voice, which makes Jake's brow to furrow.
"Even if you think you're not, now you will be", he declares and wraps my thighs around his waist before carrying me to my bed. He throws me on the bed and grabs my ankle, yanking my body towards him with it, causing me to yelp.
"You want me to show who you belong to, huh? Well, gear on my little minx, you're in for the ride of your life." He sticks his index finger underneath my bra, pulling it up from the middle before taking out a switchblade from the back-pocket of his jeans and flipping it open. He replaces his index finger with the blade of the knife, making me avert my gaze sideways, shutting them out in fear.
"Oh no no no", he lets a sarcastic little laugh and grips his fingers underneath my chin, turning my face towards him, "You are going to fucking witness every part of it. Every part of how I'll be claiming you tonight, since marking my territory didn't ward off certain dogs."
He rips my bra open in one go, and groans at seeing the hardened peaks. He dips down and grabs one of my breasts, before teasingly breathing over it. When I squirm from the arousal he's building up, he pushes one of his knee between my legs before pressing it on my left thigh, keeping it at place.
"Jake, please", I whine. He pushes two of his fingers in my mouth while fondling with my left boob, swirling the tip of his tongue over my nipple. I shudder with the slow and sensual slicking of his wet tongue, the way he sucks onto my tender flesh.
I look at Jake briefly as he continues with his assault on my pebbled skin, repeating the swirling and sucking action. "F-fuck. Jake, I-", I let out the stifled moan and he moves his eyes over me, making my breath hitch. He pinches my other nipple to make me moan while I look in his eyes, heat creeping up my cheek. Suddenly, I feel his teeth over my fleshy skin, before he bites at my nipple. "Jake!", I scream. He smirks at me, feeling smug over seeing me like this: ruined under him, begging for him, and screaming his name.
Satisfied with his work, he dips lower to my inner thighs and slids my panties aside, pressing his knuckles between my folds. "I barely started and you dare get this wet?", Jake licks his knuckles clean, while disapprovingly exclaiming at me. "Do you not worry love, I'll clean you dry. For now."
He grips my hands over my head with one of his hands before furrowing his face deep in my bloom. He slicks tips tongue over my bud, two of his fingers sliding in my wet entrance simultaneously. And even though he just superficially touches his tongue over my nib, it runs a shudder deep in my spine on seeing him eat me out.
With his tongue and fingers both assaulting my female bits to hell, the squechy filthy sound of my wet cunt fills the room. "Oh Jake, just like that, please, yes", I whimper as he finds my g-spot and starts to massage it, forcing out lurid sounds from me. He sucks onto my clit and presses the soft back of his tongue over it, making my eyes roll to the back of my head.
All through this, never once did his grip on the two of my wrists weaken, despite me clenching my nails into the dorsal side of his palm when the orgasm hits me over. I collapse back, with my diaphragm rising up and down repeatedly from the erogenous action.
I look at Jake and find him nowhere near done. He pushes his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself while he wipes the corner of his own mouth with his relatively cleaner hand. My eyes involuntarily drop to his budge, lookingly strained against the fabric of his pants.
"Eyes up here, princess", he points out as he notices my sly gaze, "You're going you take all of it, have patience" He goes for his pants and unbuttons it, taking it off of his legs. I bite my lip subconsciously on seeing his taut butt in his form fitting black boxers, eyeing his delicious V shaped back dimples. He tears the condom open with his teeth, ambers still blazing in his eyes as slips it over his length after getting rid of his boxers.
He flips me over on my stomach and grabs my neck from behind, pulling my face towards his. "Tell me. Did he fulfill you like I did?", he whispers in my ear, while at the same time he digs his fingers deep in my butt, grabbing it ruthlessly. "Did he touch you here?", he rubs my already sensitive clit again, making my knees shudder. "Here?", he asks again, this time putting his fingers in my almost dripping pussy. "Or here", this time raking his fingers over my other hole, lubing it up with my wetness over his fingers. I shake my head and he scoffs, removing his grip on my neck.
Before I could regain some control over myself, he presses length into my ass, forcing a scream out of me, though also giving me time to adjust to his size. After a few slow pumps, he picks up his speed and starts to mercilessly slam his dick inside me, making me bite my lips to stifle it.
"Nuh huh. Don't keep it in. Let everyone know who's pet you are", he growls, changing his pace to slow deep strokes. I scream out in absolute bliss and the support on my two arms and feets falters away, making my body collapse on the bed.
Jake presses one of his arms underneath me, around my belly and lifts the lower part of my body up. "You're doing so good baby", he coos in my ear, his voice reaching upto my deep core. Is a voice supposed to do that? Vibrate inside you?
He again picks up his pace, though this time with a tad bit kinder thrusts than before. I've lost care about who might hear me and who might not fully by now. Right now, for me, it's just him and I, my shaky moans combined with his raspy ones.
And the night has just started now.
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Night hairstyle making
Just a little bit about how you weave little pigtails and make a ponytail for your lover, who goes to an important meeting tomorrow, and at the end you fall asleep
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You were sitting on the couch and almost fell asleep watching Zhongli remake his tail once again. It was almost night, you wanted to sleep, but you couldn't just leave your dragon. (Well, or you just couldn't fall asleep without his heavy body hugging and warming you).
–It doesn't look appropriate... – a mumble that almost sends you into the realm of dreams. You blink slowly and hard a couple of times before getting up and going to your hot water bottle.
–Can I help? – you ask slowly and even somewhat lazily. Your mind is almost asleep by this point.
Zhongli suddenly shudders and turns to you. His eyes widen wide, the god's lips are pursed with displeasure.
–What are you doing here? – he asks like a parent who found his child sitting at the computer at one o'clock in the morning.
–I've been sitting here for the last twenty minutes, – you reply, accompanying it all with a yawn.
– I didn't notice you... – muttering softly, and then the man's tone became serious: – Go to bed immediately, (Y/N). You're a mere mortal, you can't stay awake even for a day.
–I would argue with that.
–We both know what will happen if you don't go to bed now.
You rolled your eyes, but nodded. Zhongli is staring at you, waiting for you to go to sleep. But you stayed where you were, snatching the comb out of his hands with a movement too abrupt for such an hour and pointing to the sofa.
–Sit down.
–(Y/N), go to bed, – he says as menacingly as possible, but you just roll your eyes and go to the piece of furniture.
–I'm not going to bed until you turn off the light. So the sooner we get started, the better.
Zhongli hesitates for a few seconds, and then lands on the floor in front of the sofa, allowing you to sit on a comfortable surface. You start combing his long thin hair, feeling the pleasant smell of some flowers and herbs. You weren't sure if your dragon was using regular shampoo like a normal person, or finding special mixtures somewhere, but the fact remained. His hair smelled very nice.
You bent down and inhaled the smell, closing your eyes for a second. The mind has transferred you to a clearing hidden from the eyes of an ordinary person, there are only flowers and herbs around you, and the sun is shining brightly at the top, which warms your tired body. You are lying in the middle of a small piece of paradise and are so close to also being on the seventh cloud...
–(Y/N)?.. (Y/N), my sun, did you fall asleep?
–Eh?! – you shudder and straighten up, looking around in fright. A few strands of dark hair are still in your hand. – I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping! – you chatter fast, continuing to comb your hair.
As soon as the strands look presentable enough, you put down the comb and slap yourself on the cheeks. After sniffing your dragon's hair strongly for the last time, you begin to separate the bangs and the rest of the hair. Having secured the "beginning" of future braids with elastic bands, you begin to weave a strong braid, picking up thin strands with your fingers. As soon as you reach the back of the head, then fasten your work with an elastic band and move to the right side.
A few minutes later, two symmetrical braids dutifully await your next action. You remove the elastic bands and collect all the hair in a medium-high ponytail, using a comb several times to cope with the hairs that break out of the overall composition. Finally, you fasten the tail tightly with an elastic band, exhaling contentedly and correcting your hairstyle here and there several times until you are completely satisfied with the result.
Zhongli gets up and walks to the mirror, looking at himself several times. You watch him with a small smile, suddenly realizing that the dragon begins to swim abruptly somewhere up and to the side…
The man smiles as soon as he finishes his examination. A satisfied purr escapes from the depths of his throat. After combing his hair in a long ponytail once again, he turns to you to thank you for your help, but sees only a body that has fallen on the sofa, which has already managed to start drooling.
Zhongli allows himself a quiet giggle and a small smile. Approaching the sofa, he gently takes you in his arms and carries you to bed. After making sure that your body is covered with a blanket, he wants to leave so as not to interfere with your sleep, but he sees your body rolling over to his side and as if looking for something. It seems you really can't sleep without it.
A man can't help but chuckle, filled with love and a small amount of possessive satisfaction. The dragon hurries to turn off the light and collect the usual low tail, keeping two small pigtails on the sides. He lies down next to you and just opens his hands. Your body finds itself in his arms.
Zhongli purrs for the last time today, wishing you good dreams, as a dragon would wish, and closes his eyes, holding you tightly and carefully in his arms.
He knows that tomorrow you will definitely wake up to do his hair for the second time, and therefore he is incredibly glad that you fell asleep so quickly... and even more glad that he can hold you in his arms.
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Wanted, The Bad Batch -> 05 - Terror
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Braca was a desolate rusting and rotting planet, its surface littered with the carcass' of venators and Jedi cruisers. Ryki leaned on Tech's chair, peering out the window with the rest of the Batchers as they grew closer to the junk planet.
"We're visiting a rusty planet to remove your chips." Ryki pursed her lips. "Not to be discouraging but that isn't actually a sterile facility to get a minor surgery." Echo swivelled on his chair and turned his attention to the mirialan, "We don't exactly have the luxury to return to Kamino or visit and medical centers, so this is all we're getting." Ryki grimaced but she figured he made a valid point, after all, they were living under the shadows of the empire as wanted people. As Tech began the landing sequence, Ryki retreated from the cockpit where Wrecker was currently at.
"You good big guy?" The gentle giant momentarily released his death grip on his head, "Yeah, yeah. I'm good." Ryki nodded her head tentatively, Wrecker's constant moans of pain only made her wonder more about these inhibitor chips and the extent of damage they did on the clones. "We'll get you fixed up soon enough. Hang in there Wreck." She patted his shoulder.
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Rex treated the Bad Batch the moment they landed on a dead cruiser, the surrounding rusty remains of the other ships provided them cover from prying eyes. Rex lead them to a specific venator class cruiser where they could start removing the inhibitor chips. The captain led the front of the group along with Wrecker, Omega and Tech. Ryki hung back with Hunter and Tech.
"What is it?" Tech asked when Hunter suddenly paused to glare at the water that pooled around the cruiser graveyard menacingly. Ryki stood by the two, watching as the surface of the green water shifted. Probably by the cruisers slowly sinking into the ground, she thought. "Stay above the waterline." Hunter warned the two, Tech walked ahead and Hunter lightly urged Ryki to follow by pressing on the small of her back, her green eyes scanning the green liquid.
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After Wrecker was nearly devoured whole by an aquatic creature that lurked beneath the green water, the Batchers finally reached the medical facility. Tech began to look around the dark room, watching as a womprat like creature scurried into the venators walls. "I would no longer call this medical bay a sterile environment."
"Do you prefer to use the facility on Kamino?" Rex countered with a hint of amusement in his voice. Echo lightly tapped on Ryki's shoulder, "Deja Vu."
The boys settled in, placing their items on the floor while Ryki, Tech and Echo began to set up the medical bay. Echo managed to get some power back online for the procedure and Tech prepped the equipment. "Take it easy Wrecker." The demolition expert slowly sat on the medical bed, his headache seemed to worsen by the minute. While tending to Wrecker, Ryki overheard the youngest clone worrying over Wrecker. The thought of Omega doing so was touching and heartwarming, it brought a smile to Ryki's face.
"Ryki, if something goes wrong please keep Omega and yourself away from me." Wrecker placed his hands on Ryki's, stopping her from work a little while. The mirialan felt her heart drop. "I don't want to hurt the kid, and you are a good friend. Can't hurt you too."
"You'll do just fine Wrecker. Don't think that way, and I know you wouldn't hurt Omega, Rex, your brother's and even me." She held Wrecker's hands, attempting to calm him down. The demolition expert was still frightened but cheered up a little by Ryki's encouragement. Tech joined the two, "Thank you Ryki. Wrecker, let's get this chip out of you."
Hunter and Rex stood side by side, watching over the group. "Wrecker's condition is getting worse." Ryki pointed out as she approached the clones. "How terrible is the extent of these chips?" Rex's shoulders fell slightly as memories of Order 66 began to flood back to him. "Let's just say, no one deserves to even experience it."
Tech placed his chip scanner on Wrecker's head and the other's watched in silent worry. For some reason, Ryki began to feel an odd chill run down her spine and her head began to feel fuzzy. The room seemed to darken and an ominous blood red light filled her mind. Disembodied voices rang in her head, echoing in the walls of her brain.
"Execute..." "...in violation..." "Violation....".
Ryki shook her head, trying to clear her mind, but every other sense in her began to fade, the walls of the room began to close in and the creaking and groaning of old metal walls amplified and deafened her hearing. Then the final words came in, giving her just enough time to warn Hunter and Rex of the oncoming storm. "Execute Order 66" whispered past her lips.
"What did you say?" Hunter gripped her shoulder's tightly, noticing her dreamlike state. Several shakes brought her back to the land of the living, her emerald eyes held warning as they bored into Hunter's soul. "Wrecker's chip is activated."
The captain and Sargent exchanged dreaded glances but any action was too late. "Wrecker!" Tech croaked under Wrecker's grip on his neck. "You are in direct violation of Order 66." The poor man was lifted from the floor before being hurled into the wall, knocking him unconscious.
"His chip. Hunter his chip is controlling him." Ryki carefully eyed Wrecker and trailed her eyes to Omega, who stood just inches away from the trooper. Hunter noticed Ryki's line of sight, immediately putting himself in front of her. "Get Omega." He whispered.
Tension in the room rose. A stun blast rang and Wrecker began to fight back. Ryki made a mad dash and pulled Omega to her chest as blaster bolts began to fly around the room. "Get behind here!" Ryki saw Hunter waiting for her behind a table and sprinted over with Omega in her arms, ducking from several blaster shots. She hopped over the table and landed beside Hunter. Her body flew over Omega's to cover her from blaster fire. "He'll destroy the equipment if we don't get him out of here." Echo hollered to the group.
"You're all traitors!" Wrecker shouted and began to fire down on the four. "Draw him out," Hunter ordered. "Omega and Ryki, stay with Tech." The girls nodded. Hunter distracted Wrecker by throwing a gas cylinder his way. It caught a bullet and exploded, the gas providing cover for the clones to run out the bay. Wrecker pursued them, leaving Ryki and Omega in a smoking medical bay. Tense shoulders finally relaxed, Ryki took in deep breaths to orient herself.
"Will Wrecker be alright?" Omega tugged on the mirialan's sleeve. Ryki cupped Omega's face and pulled her into a hug. "He'll be fine. They will all be fine." There was uncertainty in her voice, but she prayed to the Force that everything would be alright. "Come on. We need to help Tech." Ryki released Omega from the hug and moved the metal wall piece off him. Omega gently shook him "Tech. Tech, wake up."
Ryki leaned over to check his head for any blood or wounds. Tugging on his blacks, she took a look at his neck. Omega silently worried as Ryki assessed Tech's injuries until she finally let out a sigh of relief. "His neck is fine, but there will be some bruises." Ryki took out some of her homemade medicine, a medicinal cream and gently placed it on the forming bruises.
Blaster fire echoed throughout the venator. "We should go help." Omega urged. Ryki sighed helplessly, "We can't take on Wrecker. I'm sure Hunter, Rex and Echo can handle it." Omega was not pleased so she tried to beg for Ryki to help. "Omega, we can't do anything right now. Wrecker is unstable right now and we can't stop him." She tried to explain. "We need to trust that they'll make it Omega." Ryki placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Let's tend to Tech. I can't take care of both of you if you run off to find Wrecker."
Hoping that Omega understood, Ryki returned her attention to Tech. Minutes later, he woke up. "Wh-what happened?" He groaned, voice all scratchy. Ryki helped him stand up, "Wrecker's chip activated and he began to Execute Order 66. Your brothers are trying to stop Wrecker. Omega and I stayed to help you. " Tech grimaced "Thank you, but where is Omega?"
Ryki looked at him weirdly, "She's right-...here." The room was only left with Tech and Ryki. Omega had ran off. "Kriff! She's going to get herself injured!" Ryki grabbed one of Tech's blasters. "What do you think you're doing?" Tech urgently pulled her back. "Getting Omega."
"I'm following you." Ryki shook her head, "You're injured." Tech carelessly took out his other blaster, "And you, respectfully, don't know how to shoot. Respectfully. And also, I am fine." Rolling her eyes at his stubbornness, she pulled him out of the med bay.
The halls were dark and barely lit. Tech took the lead in front. "Tech look!" Hunter and Echo were knocked out. "They'll be fine. Where is Rex?"
More blaster shots echoed along the eerie hallway. Tech and Ryki followed it and it led them to a tight corner. "Ugh, where is she?" Ryki grumbled. "I'm scanning the halls. This hazardous hall is decreasing our chances of finding Omega." Ryki grumbled again. "Omega!"
"Run! RUN!" Tech turned to see Omega running towards them at full speed, behind her Wrecker in full pursuit. "Stun him!" Ryki shouted. Tech and her fired at Wrecker waiting for Omega to run past them before they joined her. Tech switched from stun to live fire and shot several loose hanging walls to slow Wrecker down. The trio ran but reached a dead end, Wrecker's frustrated shouts nearing them.
"This way!" Tech pushed the girls towards a semi-opened door. Omega and Ryki got in first. Wrecker came around the corner. "Tech hurry!" Tech was halfway through but Wrecker caught his legs. Omega grabbed Tech's hand to pull him and Ryki dove to his legs and threw a punch at Wrecker's face. That distracted him enough to let Tech go. The three clamoured in the room as Wrecker glared at them from the door's gap. Ryki held Omega tightly, panting with fear and adrenaline. "We need to hide." Tech pulled the girls to a hiding spot behind a loose panel. The hissing of the door pulled them into a deathly silence. Tech and Ryki silently held onto their blasters on stun.
Wrecker's footsteps echoed in the empty room. Ryki huddled in closer to Omega. Tech inclined his head to the floor where Wrecker's shadow could be seen. Pieces of metal were being thrown around as Wrecker began to physically tear down the place to find the trio. Tech drew closer to Ryki and Omega, both the adults boxing Omega safely between them. Everything went quiet, too quiet.
The metal panel covering them was pulled out. Wrecker's threatening form loomed over them. Without waiting, Tech furiously began to fire stun blasts on Wrecker. Ryki pulled Omega away from him and began to shoot stun blasts at Wrecker from another side. Wrecker pulled on Tech's leg and flung him across the room. He landed by Ryki and Omega. "Omega stay behind us!" Tech orders as himself and Ryki continued to shoot Wrecker but the brainwashed trooper swung his gun and knocked out Tech's and Ryki's blasters.
"Wrecker! Snap out of it." Tech stood between Ryki and Omega, shielding them from Wrecker. "You're all traitors to the empire." Wrecker snarled. Ryki pulled Omega protectively behind her, Tech still standing in front of the both of them. "Please Wrecker. We don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt you." Omega begged and looked into her friend's eyes. Wrecker seemed to hesitate a moment but the chip got the better of him. Blaster now locked on the three "Good...soldiers..follow..orde-"
A stun blast got him from the back, temporarily neutralizing Wrecker. He dropped the floor and Rex was leaning heavily on the door, a smoking blaster in his deathly grip. He nodded to the three, "You're okay now. We're all okay now."
Ryki slumped to the floor, her heart still beating out of control. Tech panted tiredly, "You're safe now Omega. He is too." He pointed to a stunned Wrecker. Omega nodded silently then lunged to hug Tech. He wrapped his arms around her slowly, patting her back comfortingly. "You're alright?" He turned to Ryki. She smiled weakly and nodded.
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The procedure took too long for comfort. Everyone had returned to the medical bay, waiting for Wrecker's recovery. Omega sat by his side the whole time. Ryki was leaning on the wall, body aching all over. "You're alright?" Rex joined her, slumping down with a tired huff. Ryki hummed, "I'm just glad we managed to save the big guy. Force know's how sad Omega would be if we hadn't." Rex watched Omega leaning on Wrecker's arm. "She's a compassionate girl. Too innocent and kind for our world."
There was a hesitant pause in Rex's words. A question he had, pulling at the edges of his mind. "You whispered the order just moments before Wrecker's episode. Then you warned us about it." The mirialan knew where this was going but she just hummed to acknowledge it.
"Are you Jedi?" Rex tried, he sounded hopeful. "I'm sorry. No Jedi here." Ryki sadly explained. "Then how?"
"Force-sensitive only. I can sense things to a certain extent but not Jedi level." Rex deflated a little after hearing Ryki's confession. "Looking for Jedi huh? Sorry to disappoint." She joked around a little. Rex chuckled sadly, "Just, I just hope some Jedi have survived. Not disappointed, it's better to hide from the Empire than live in the open now."
Although Ryki was not hiding from the Empire, she still understood the sentiment. "Still, you're force sensitive. The Empire would see you as a threat." Rex warned her, "Stay with them. They'll protect you. You're a good person." Ryki glanced at Rex, a smile growing on her face. "Thank you, Captain. You're a good person too."
Wrecker woke up not too long later and the Bad Batch was more than happy to welcome him back. Rex urged the other's to remove their chips, now that they were more aware of the dangers of the chip when activated. "Thanks for your help earlier." Tech fussily touched the shaved side of his head. Ryki slapped his hands away. "Stop fussing." She scolded lightly, running her routine check on the scar on his head like she did the other Batchers. "Also you're welcome."
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Rex left Braca after dark. The Batchers decided to remain on Braca for a while since it seemed like the perfect hideout. They were safe from the Empire and hidden away from the Scrapper Guild. The boys and Omega settled in for the night. Sleep couldn't come for Ryki thought, so she quietly left them. She came to a broken window, leaning on it and watched the rotting planet. The moonlight cast odd shadows on the planet's surface, courtesy of the jagged pieces of metal that littered the planet.
Pondering to herself for a moment, she thought over Rex's warning. Would the Empire really see her as a threat even though she was not Jedi? What could they even do if they did catch her? Make her evil with the Force? Ryki scoffed at the idea, but deep down somewhere she did fear it. A yawn escaped her lips, sleepiness finally taking her over. Guess she'll have to worry about this another day.
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Somewhere in the Inner Rim
"I want a bounty on her head!" The man screamed again. "I want my property back. It's my right! She stole from me!"
"Do you have details on this person?"
Mor Vendi slammed a data stick down on the table. "All of her information is in here. Mor Vendi knows her as a criminal. She is a thieving runt!"
The guild leader rolled his eyes. "Can't you just go to the Coruscant police for this?"
"You want your guild to go bankrupt! Mor Vendi will be happy to deliver." The umbaran scratched his nails on the table, his guards crowding into the table and threatening the guild leader.
"Fine FINE!" He raised his hands up. "Pay me and I'll prepare her puck." Vendi snapped his fingers and one of his guards pushed a camtono of spice on the table. Greedily the guild leader took his payment. "You puck will be ready sir. My best hunters will be in pursuit." He went off the prepare the puck.
Not long after, Mor Vendi smiled evilly in his burned down slave house. A blue hologram flicked in the dark room. Her name written in Aurabesh
Wanted: Ryki Taala (Alive)
Property of Mor Vendi-
Age: 24
Species: Mirialan
Reward: 30 000 credits
"Soon, you will be mine..."
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