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my-love-is-sunlight · 3 months

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one piece men react to you screaming their full name

ft. Ace, Zoro, Sanji

SFW, mentions of alcohol and smoking, gn reader

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𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩

Ace

“PORTGAS D. ACE” your voice resonates through all the walls, rooms and every nook and cranny from the Moby Dick. The mentioned stood frozen at the dinner table fork still full of food, he knew better than to run away

“What did you do now?” Marco asked eyes wide open

“Nothing!… that I remember” Ace scratched the back of his head trying to make memory of his recent activities, searching for whatever may had upset you

Marco laughed in disbelief “You’re a dead man” he said before taking another sip of his drink

You entered the room, stomping your way to your clueless boyfriend “May I have a word with you?” The tone and the politeness of the sentence made Marco fear for his dear friend. Ace nodded before he stood up and followed behind smile beaming in hopes you’ll have some mercy. A chorus of teasing ‘UUUUH’s were heard as you exited the dining room.

“Have I told you how radiant you look today?” Ace leaned over to kiss your cheek but you ducked making him loose his balance

“Don’t start with me Portgas” a shiver ran down Ace’s back, both from fear and… something else.

“You did this” you held a pillow cover in front of his face “You burned my only bed sheets, and you’re getting me new ones even if you end up in debt with everyone on this ship”

Ace was attracted to you all the time, but there was something in the way you would always stand your ground and how gorgeous you looked right now that was knocking him out of his feet. He placed his hand in the one were you held the pillow cover and pulled you in for a hug

“Im sorry sweetheart I’d get you new ones on the next island, you can borrow mine for now” you rolled your eyes and sighed, he got you wrapped all around his finger and he knew it, you couldn’t be mad at him for long

“Of course I’m taking yours, you sleep at my bed every night anyways… but wash them first” Ace picked you up and pampered your face with kisses “You look so hot when you’re angry

Zoro

“RORONOA ZORO” you screamed while exiting to the deck where he was working out, all of the straw hats looked back at Zoro in fear, Sanji holding in a laugh

Few things made this man flinch but he couldn’t help but catch himself lose balance when he heard his full name exit your lips in such an angry tone followed by your big stumps getting louder as you got closer

Everyone wrapped up whatever they were doing and ran off to the kitchen, leaving Zoro to face his demise alone

“What now?” He played it off trying to sound as nonchalant as he could not even looking your direction

“How many times have I asked you to not leave your sake around my desk?” If looks could kill your boyfriend would be a dead man

“Where am I supposed to put it then?” He scoffed crossing his arms in front of his chest, he looked at you for a second and his heart clenched at the cute way your brows furrowed and your arms rested on your hips

“Oh! I don’t know maybe, just getting silly here, IN THE PANTRY WHERE IT BELONGS!” Zoros condecency was driving you insane making your tone scale

The swordsman noticed how you were getting tense and teardrops threaten to run down your cheeks, he sighed a little embarrassed he had made you this upset. He cupped your cheeks while he apologized in that soft tone he reserved just for you

“I’m sorry I forgot to put it away last night, it won’t happen again I promise” he drew comforting circles around your cheek as he whispered

“It got all over my notebooks” oh so that’s why you were so shaken up

“I’ll clean it up baby” your boyfriend kissed your forehead as he made his way to the kitchen for a towel, as he opened the door every crew member fell comically on top of each other, they were ears dropping as they do.

Before Zoro could complain, your sweet laugh was heard at the distance which made him smile a little “You should listen to her mosshead” Sanji muttered which made the swordsman’s smile drop and scream back at him

Sanji

“BLACK LEG SANJI” even though you were screaming at him, the cook couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the way you wouldn’t use his birth last name as you knew he despised it and what it stand for, instead raging while using his public name.

You stormed in the kitchen eyes fixed on him, even angry Sanji thought you were breathtaking

“Yes my world?” he beamed a smile at you which you didn’t know if it annoyed or charmed you

“What have I said about smoking indoors?” Sanji felt the air get stuck in his throat, his eyes drifted from yours in shame

“I uhm-“ he laughed nervously as you got closer and closer cornering him against the counter, both hands caging him while they rested on said counter

“You know damn well I hate when my clothes smell like cigarettes, now imagine how I feel when my whole room stinks” you grabbed Sanjis tie to move his face closer to yours without breaking eye contact, you knew exactly what to do to make him a nervous wreck

The blondes heart couldn’t help but skip several beats at the way you were acting right now, he felt bad about upsetting you but he could get used to this side of you

“My apologies love, you know I cant manage to go without a smoke and sometimes I don’t want to leave your side” he twitched when his gaze met yours as he tried to explain himself

“Well you better start to manage” with a torturous slow move you took the cigarette that hanged from your boyfriends lips and threw it on the floor before stepping on it to take it out “Or I’ll move out of the room” you smiled teasingly while exploring his handsome features, stopping at his lips.

The cook turned all shades of red and pink breathing heavily, squirming a “Yes ma’m” before you kissed him passionately and breaking it abruptly

You winked at him before leaving the poor poor man absolutely stunted and a hot mess

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 10 months

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Always have but never hold

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a/n Chapter six makes it's appearance. I'm once again so thankful for all the love.

warnings: past trauma, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of sexual interactions, therapy.

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Nothing cut through the numbness. It felt like grief all over again. Just this hit Carmy in a completely different way because no one else was feeling what he was feeling. No one else understood. No one else cared. The apartment that beforehand was a safe sanctuary for him. A place where Carmy could finally breathe. Where he could strip away all pretense of composure. Where he was free to crumble. Where you always were. Reaching for him. Holding him. Hugging him. Soothing him. Now it felt like a cage. Like a cruel - in your face. Constantly shouting at Carmen, you fucked it, you fucked it, you fucked it this time.

No matter where Carmen turned, he saw you. The bedroom was still somewhat full of your clothes. There were pieces of your you all around, so the morning when Carmy found that you had left one of your favorite rings behind, one that he had watched you look at for weeks, one that he had bought for you out of one of his first bigger pays, he had slipped it onto his chain. Turning it between his fingers when anxiety struck. Telling himself that you didn't leave it because you hated him; you left it because you were in a rush, and now, once in a while, you remembered it and didn't feel complete.

Carmy had sat in the living room almost every evening, flipping through your books and the old portfolios. Trying to grasp that sense of you. Keep it locked in the apartment; don't let it fade away. Even leaving some books that you usually read open before he dragged himself to the restaurant so that when he returned he would see them like that. Used. And until his brain caught up, a sense of you being there would flood him. A rush of hope would fill him, only to be crushed. Because you weren't there, and the more days went by, the more he doubted you were ever coming home to him.

Were you, by any chance, doing any better? No. Where Carmy struggled with constant glimpses of you, you were crushed by the lack of Carmy around you. While the anger was fresh, it soothed you. That there was no resemblance to him in Copenhagen. That you were miles away. That he didn't know where you went. That you didn't have to fear bumping into him in the street. Until all of that went sour. Until it all left you feeling nothing but alone.

Copenhagen felt as friendless as Chicago, if not more. And you had locked yourself in the restaurant's toilet, sobbing with a palm over your hand. When you realized that it was never about a country or a city. Sure, Chicago wasn't your number-one pick, but it definitely wasn't the worst option. It was not about the apartment or its size. All those things didn't make up a home. Because none of them were meant to last. People moved around constantly. Preferences changed too. It was Carmy who was supposed to be forever. Carmen was your home. No matter the location you were in. Anywhere you went, it would be manageable as long as he was by your side.

After that realization, a second wave of sadness hit. Because now everything in Luca's apartment felt off. Felt so not Carmy-like. It felt wrong being here, hence why you started to barely spend time there. It was too clean. Too put together. You missed your little mess. The mess you made together. Missed the fact that Carmy was storing his denim in the oven, even if you bickered over it. Missed your piles of books or how Carmen looked laying between them. Missed knowing what the nooks and crannies held.

Most nights now, you sneaked out of Luca's embrace. Thankful that you managed to jolt from your sleep without waking him up. Yet feeling guilty that nothing but you was making him so tired. During those nights, the voices in my head barked the loudest. Not good enough. Unlovable. Replaceable.

You hated that even your mind was against you. Altering your memories. Scarring your heart and self-esteem even more deeply. If before you only saw yourself as small. Humiliated over and over again. Yelled till your skin crawled. Spat at and shoved around. Now. Now it was always you walking up the stairs to your apartment. Happy to show off the new project that your professor had approved. Only to open the door to the trail of clothes. Carelessly splattered around the place. Carrying an assent of lustful rush. The dread and denial. Shaky steps as you walked towards the bedroom. Ignoring the obvious. Still childishly trying to convince yourself that the obvious moans were only in your head. But they were not. Because right in the same bed you slept in hours ago, your boyfriend was balls-deep inside a girl you've never seen before. Ezra's face had faded through the years, which your mind used to full advantage. So now, night after night, without even needing to fall asleep, all you saw was Carmen fucking Claire, smiling back at you with a sickly smirk that didn't suit his features. Until you would jolt up, trying to push the image as far away as you could.

"Hi...", Carmen was standing outside the somewhat old building. One hand in the pocket. A hat on his head because he was feeling anxious. Too seen. Too out there. "You don't have to reply", he added shortly after, just as anxiety about not knowing what to say next crept in. "I hope you are safe, amm...", He's been doing this ever since you left. The next morning, he ran out to buy a new phone. Your number was the only thing he cared for. It soothed him in a way. To still somehow have this piece of you. His only chance to reach you. "I'm also sorry, really sorry", he blurted out, brushing his hand over his mouth and feeling the tears pick up slowly. "You call... or write, or anything when you want, yeah?", he said with a voice so small, without a doubt, you'd be able to feel just how lost he was, right? You knew him better than anyone else. "You can call to yell if you want to, just be okay, okay?", Carmy added, taking a sharp breath in, a moment of silence. "I will go now. I'm going to that meeting. You know the one", his voice trailed off, followed by the sound of beeping.

"Here you are. For a second, I thought you fled Copenhagen", you jolted slightly, head immediately turning to the side where the sound came from. The delicate features that Luca carried instantly made you ease up. His hands were full of different plates, and for a split second you wanted to jump up to help, but then you remembered that he was way better at all of this than you would ever be, so you left him to it until he was right by the little table you were seated by.

One thing about Luca's place that you did grow to love was the upper-level balcony. Since his apartment was on the top level, the views were incredible. So full of freedom. Never-ending breeze. You sneaked here often now, even during the night. A blanket in your hand as you cocooned your body in it. Letting the wind carry your thoughts away.

"Is that...", Luca pointed to the sketchbook that rested on the side of the table. Your eyes fell onto the piece of paper as well. Knot instantly tightened in your throat, yet you managed to grog out, "Carmen yeah...".

Luca nodded softly. No big reaction followed suit; no disappointed remarks. In a way, that's why you loved Luca so much. His first reaction was never to judge or put you down and make you feel small. Most times he didn't agree, but he never put himself in a position where he would try to make it seem that his opinion in some way was more important or more right. Luca wanted to understand and help you understand where all of it was coming from.

So you weren't too surprised when he asked, "Do you want to talk about it?". You hesitated at first. A logical part of you was aware that you shouldn't be doing this. Drawing someone who you were still upset with. Who had said loud and proud that another woman was the only good thing from his past. But your body, all the little cells, and the soul itself were too firmly intertwined with Carmy's for you to just walk away without turning back.

"I listened to his voicemails and", you sighed, reaching for the sketchbook before handing it to Luca, "Drew him while doing so". You watched the way his gaze danced over the paper. Falling over every inch of it, following every line. A sudden urge to yank it from Luca's grip arose, but you only held onto the sleeves of your shirt tightly. "When was the last time you drew?", Luca asked, his eyes now meeting yours. "Just now", you stated blankly, and Luca instantly rolled his eyes, letting out a low huff, "Okay, smart-ass, I'm being serious".

And you knew that he was. Painting had been a big part of you for as long as you could imagine. At the age of ten, you had gotten into so much trouble when you painted over all the hallway walls while your parents were away. The end outcome wasn't pretty because no one was happy, and well, you got a rather big punishment, but that was the first time you realized that this was the only way you could breathe. Process the world around you. Deal with all the big emotions. "Over a year ago", you muttered, suddenly unable to hold Luca's gaze. "And how does it feel?", "I can still do it", you shrugged your shoulders quickly. Luca let out a low laugh, "And do it really well. Scary, actually, looks like he's looking straight at me".

Your heart skipped a beat at those words. And maybe that's what you wanted to capture. What you had been missing the most. The depth of Carmy's eye. The light blues dancing in them. The way nothing else mattered when he was looking at you. How you always felt safe under his gaze. How loved and seen they made you feel. You bit down on your lip, shutting your eyes tightly and fighting the tears.

"You didn't have a proper conversation with him", Luca's voice was sweet, calm, and all, but his words rubbed a wound too sore still. Too aching still. "Oh, the conversation was more than proper", your tone was much sharper now. Like a bee ready to sting, like a scorpion. Pushed in an unwanted direction. "With him panicking and you deep in your head? Your and my definitions of proper are different, bunny", Luca huffed. You knew this was coming. You could tell from his body language over the past couple of days. He fussed over you for the time being. But now he was upfront, trying to push you to move, not just sit there and dwell. "Don't do this", you muttered, silently pleading with him to drop this for a bit longer. Because you still didn't know. You didn't have an answer as to how your heart was feeling.

"Right, what's the plan then? You will hide in Copenhagen for the rest of your life?", it was a jab, and it definitely hit the mark perfectly.

"If you don't want me here, just say...", you pushed your chair back quickly, feeling the frustration growing within you. Fight or flight mode activating instantly. "You're deflecting", Luca said softly, and this time his velvety voice made you snap. "Fuck you", you hissed, ripping the drawing out of his hands and backing away instantly. "Bunny", and it's so much more like order now. No longer a gentle caress. Making you stager in your steps. "I have to give you a nudge because we both know...", Luca started, but you quickly cut in.

"Know what? That I'll get back with him, just like with Ezra? That I'll forgive a cheater? Will I get my heart broken, and you'll have to be the one to pick up the broken pieces?", now you were less than a step away from Luca's face, finger jabbing in his chest as the words spilled out of your mouth. You wanted him to fight back, to get mad, but instead, he just wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to his just as the tears spilled over your face.

"Well, I'm still Carmen; I talked about my brother and his addiction and all that, but...", those meetings were exhausting. Truly. Leaving Carmen barely functioning after. But he still went. He listened at first. To everyone. To their stories. Pain. Losses. It didn't drown out his own pain. No, it stayed the same, but he managed to talk about Mikey, but he stopped midway because ripping these wounds open was so painful. Too painful, and he always imagined he wouldn't be alone.

"I always thought that the first time I would come here, I would have my girlfriend...my... my girl, with me", Carmen said, swallowing thickly. "She was there when I got the call. She...", he shook his head, "I don't even remember how those days went. She fed me, she showed me, and she helped my family plan it all. Well, she almost did it all herself because of my family." Flashes of you dipping in and out of the family house filled his mind. Carmen rarely thought of that day. He wanted his mind to destroy whatever it was. His mother screamed. Richie was trying to calm her down. Sugar sobbed while begging Richie to be more gentle, and Carmy just sat there. He remembers how his mom threw the flowers you bought for the grave at him, or maybe at you. But you stepped in, right in front of him. Water and petals hitting your chest. A shiver ran down his back.

"She gave up her life to move here, and I never told her what it meant for me", Carmen quickly tightened his fist at the anxiety. "My family loved Claire... Claire is not my girlfriend", he added quickly, almost in a defensive manner, "I grew up with all the Claire so pretty now; you should be with her; she would be so good for you. I... Had never been good enough for them, and I just...", he stuttered, "When I saw her now, I was like, what if this is the only way to bring my family back? Finally, do something and make them all happy?", Carmy quickly ran a hand over his face. His palms were sweaty. He felt those same tingles running through his body. "But it felt so wrong, so... like a ghost from the past suffocating me, and in revisiting that, I... lost the most important thing in my life". Biting his lips, Carmen tried to look straight again. The weight of those words leaving his mouth stung and he sure was not prepared for it.

You wanted to stay at the apartment. The outburst of emotions still hung heavily on your shoulders, but Luca was going back to the bakery, and he was determined to drag you out of the house. Even if you stayed there for five minutes, it still meant at least a solid four minutes of walking outside. His arm was draped over your shoulders. One of his AirPods was in his ear, the other in yours, as you listened to one of the old playlists you two had made together. Luca convinced you to see your old therapist once more. "At least a couple of times", he had reasoned, "Till you sort through everything that's going on in here right now", he had pointed to your temple. You agreed because putting your mental state on his shoulders was just too much. Luca already had to deal with your nightmares. Not to mention the outbursts like today.

You were a second away from asking him if he'd need your help around the back or if you'd be able to just eat whatever Chris decided to place in front of you when your phone rang. You stopped instantly. Your eyes darted up to Luca. You weren't sure what you were silently asking of him, but you were more than thankful when he reached into your back pocket and pulled your phone out. "Unknown number", Luca muttered, watching your face pale. Your heart sank instantly. What if this is the hospital? What number was called when they found Mikey? Have they found Carmen? You placed your hand on Luck's chest, steadying yourself. One of his arms wrapped instantly around your back as he pressed the green button. The cursing on the other side filled your ears, and you instantly closed your eyes.

"Hello", Luca said, but it felt like the caller didn't even listen. "I just quit", the voice said, and your head instantly jarred towards the phone. "I quit, so did Marcus, and... Wait... Sorry...Must have", you quickly snatched the phone from Luca's hand. "Sydney?", you asked wearingly; you must have forgotten to put her phone number into yours. "Yeah, it's me, and Marcus is here", you heard a distant hello that made you smile weakly. "What's going on? What happened?", you asked, hearing a deep sigh leaving Suddenly lips, before she muttered something to Marcus, "It's insane here without you. Carmy is an absolute piece of shit".

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It Wasn't Supposed To Happen Like This Part 5

Eris x Rhy's Sister! Reader

Summary: Eris used to be attached at the hip to Rhysand’s younger sister. Now that he has taken over as High Lord of the Autumn Court, his father’s old high table have been pressuring him to take a wife, he comes up with the brilliant lie that he's already courting someone and has been for several years now. Eris asks Rhysand’s little sister, the best way to get away with it and make it believable, to fake court her.

Warnings: Elain and Mor slander, cussing 18+, some nsfw lean but no sex scenes yet, alcohol, parental abuse, death, murder, arguing. Not proofread.

Trope/Prompt: Fake Dating

Word Count: 4,570

Notes: Rhys and reader talk things out, Lucien is a soft boy and gives the best hugs. Shit starts getting real.

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I had only ever been in Rhys’s office a handful of times since he took over after dad. He had remodeled it, gotten rid of any feeling that father had left in that room. It felt so much colder to me in here now, it sent chills up my spine as I sat in the padded leather chair. The room was empty around me save for my bag that housed my book from earlier and quiet, eerily quiet that had me raking my eyes across every shelf, every nook, and every cranny in observation.

Eventually the door creaked open and Rhys entered with a tray of cookies in one hand, I could hear the giggles before I saw him. Small pale hands wrapped around Rhys knee as he tried to shoo Nyx off while he ‘had to deal with some work stuff’. Eventually the child relented, his wide eyes locking with mine like a deer in the headlights; before Rhys handed him half of a cookie and he scampered off.

I had always been distant with my family, it had started with our parents. Rhys favored our mother and saw our father as a bad person but it was the opposite with me, I favored our father and our mother despised me even threatened to clip my wings herself if it would get me out of her hair; I had ran to Rhys crying that night and he didn't believe me but when I told father the yelling within the house could be heard in every room. Rhys’s visits had become scarcer and scarcer after that, then he was sent to Windhaven and mother accompanied him.

Then into the picture came Cassian and Azriel. I had nothing against them in the long run but they seemed to follow Rhys’s ideology too closely. They saw me as an expansion of my father, and oh how Rhys had told them about him but that I wasn't nearly as bad just needed a steer in the right direction. The only person who had seemed to see me as more than a daddy’s girl at this point was Eris, everytime father and I would show up in Autumn Court it was like a breath of fresh air and he just accepted me as I was. Eris had put his all into learning my interests and favorites, making sure he remembered them and surprising me with little things that I had mentioned here or there to him.

It went downhill after the death of my mother and sister. I had never met my sister. At that point father insisted she and mother stay in Windhaven and after she reached a certain age then he would bring them to Velaris. We had been in Autumn when father got the news, I remembered the panic as Eris and I rushed back up to the Forest House, we had barely stepped through the gardens archway when father pulled me from Eris’s grasp; I had twisted my ankle in the rush and Eris was steadying me, I barely got the goodbye out of my mouth before we were winnowing.

I had been to Windhaven only once or twice before my sister's birth. Father had warned me to stay away from it as most of them were brutes and that someone as gentle as I was had no business being there. I felt the chill before I saw the cause of it, as we appeared in windhaven the sight of a torn up cabin greeted us. Rhys was collapsed in the snow on his knees, Cassian and Azriel either side trying to comfort him but grieving themselves. At father’s appearance the boys stilled and tensed either side of Rhys, Rhys looked up at father’s approaching steps. My own smaller ones behind his, blood was splattered on the snow around the entrance and on Rhys’s hands. The grief in my brother's eyes and the blood was enough for me to guess what had happened to a degree. They were dead, murdered I surmised by the violence around me. Father held his hand out in a motion I knew meant to stop and stay where I was, and he pushed through the cabin door; the smell of death and iron was thick but disappeared as soon as the door closed. All three males shot me a look of sympathy and pain as I placed my own hand on Rhys with a small sad smile meant to comfort him in my own way.

I had hated to admit it to myself but I had accepted her death a long time before it had happened. I had accepted it the night she had threatened to rip my wings from me, she had bruised my shoulders with the strength of her grasp as she shook me and screamed at me. The day she moved back to Windhaven was a relief to me, it no longer felt like walking on eggshells, but I would never tell Rhys that.

Father came out of the cabin tense, it must have been brutal whatever it was. To others the look would seem incredibly cold, and I would bet Rhys thought that as well but to me I knew what was happening behind his cold exterior. He was accepting grief, he might not have loved her nowadays but he had wanted to once, then she simply saw him as a captor and never gave him a real chance and that she was simply doing her duty to her high lord, and had only ever been cold to him. He had told me that late one night after we returned from Autumn Court, a night the bond in my chest ached so desperately I had ended up crying in his arms.

Father steeled himself for a moment, but yet patted Rhys’s shoulder as he walked by towards where other illyrians had started gathering including the camp lord. He exchanged words with them before he nodded at them and shook hands with the camp lord. A few minutes passed before he was pulling Rhys to his feet with a simple shoulder pat and with a nod he pulled me into his side and we were winnowing back to Velaris. I didn’t hear anything else about Windhaven, Rhys, or mother for a while after that.

Before I knew it, my father was disappearing into the underground portion of our court to discuss business with his brother. It was nearly a month after mother’s death before we visited Autumn Court again, when we finally did and I was meeting with father in the living room, He was looking at me sadly even though I was ecstatic if I had done my math correctly it would be announced today that Eris and I were to be engaged and wed soon after that. I had simply summed up the sadness in his eyes as the fact he was sad he would be letting me go, the grief of a father losing his daughter to a husband. I could not have been further from correct.

I should have sensed something was off when Eris didn't greet me as excitedly. Instead this day would be full of tears and my stunned silence until I made it home. Eris had cried in my lap as he told me and begged me not to hate him or leave him. I had known about his fathers abuse growing rapidly with every one of his brothers that had been born. I had made a deal with him then and there that I would never be able to hate him, that I would never leave him alone, and that I would always be there.

When we had winnowed back into the house, all I did was simply sink to the floor as the sobs began to wash over me. Father had wrapped me in his arms and sat on the floor with me rocking, apologizing repeatedly begging me to forgive him. He had sobbed into my hair as he held me that he couldn't lose me too and that though I had every right to hate him that he'd figure out some way to make it up to me. It would never return to the way it had been now that Mor was in the picture.

It had been a rough night after that, the pain in my chest made it hard to sleep, so I had gone down to warm some tea and honey to dull the ache and lul me back to sleep. Instead as I rounded the corner into the living room I was greeted by the sight of Rhys and father touching foreheads, father had one hand wrapped around the back of Rhys’s head pulling him to him. They had both looked up as I entered, they were dressed in fighting leathers black as the inky sky outside. Father had simply beckoned me over and lifted my head by my chin with a sad smile, I had learned that meant something isn't sitting right with him, something was making him anxious. He mentioned they would be back in the early hours of the morning and patted me on the shoulder as Rhys and him disappeared into the world around them as they winnowed, it left a smell like fresh roses. I had understood what was going on without him saying anything, he was going to get revenge for his mate. A pit quickly grew in my stomach, as I stirred the honey into my mug of tea.

I had stayed up for them that night, anything past Rhys showing back up alone, the obvious signs and scent of becoming Highlord clung to him, was a massive blur. Blood clung to him, and he had given me a sad look and shook his head, I had screamed and sobbed, Rhys had held me there silent and covered in blood as I cried, like he had cried for mother.

I had become a loner after that, Azriel and Cassian moved into the house, it wasn't as quiet anymore but it had stopped feeling like home that night. Rhys updated the wards around the house, no more winnowing in or out anymore, and said it was for protection. Shortly after that Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys were dragging Mor into the house as she bled out, the scent of autumn clung to her skin. I had rushed past them out towards the balcony, manifesting my wings to rush down to Velaris so I could winnow to the Autumn Court, to mine and Eris’s spot. I had comforted Eris that day, rage bubbling just under my skin.

I had become bitter with Mor since I had heard the lie she told, since the second she began slandering my mate. I grew closer with Azriel, and Cassian slowly yet surely till I could consider them brothers myself. I couldn't remember when we picked up Amren along the way, but she made life in the house more bearable. Then Amarantha came and I lost my brother for 50 years. I had bought an apartment after a week of hearing Mor bitch at every dinner, after a week of Cassian and Azriel being distant and emotionally unavailable. I hadn’t been at the house when he showed up murmuring about his mate, I hadn��t even known till the next day when he showed up at my door murmuring about how I moved but he needed me and was asking me to move back into the house; I sold the apartment without a second thought and was back into my old room, Mor was still everywhere so I opted to stay in my room.

The next few years of my life seemed to rush by, Feyre, Nesta, and Elain joining our circle, well Rhys’s circle. At the beginning I had gotten along with feyre well, and I was still thankful to her for rekindling the flame in my brother but when Elain had treated Lucien the way she did I had snapped at her, I still saw Lucien as the shy young male that hid behind Eris’s legs when he first introduced us. My breaking point with Elain was when Lucien returned from a rough time in Spring and needed a good hug; I had pulled him into one and Elain, despite openly confessing she wanted nothing to do with him and clinging onto Azriel’s arm, had made a comment about how I must have been desperate to go after a male with a mate. It was after she had seen me and Azriel laughing both sweaty and laying on the floor by the training ring and had made a comment about how Azriel was taken and that I needed to stop trying to whore myself out to him. Azriel had shot her a look of surprise at her answer, and had defended me in saying that wasn't what was happening but shortly after that I stopped training with them entirely.

Lucien and I had gotten our own apartment shortly after, it had been my idea due to the suffocating feeling the House of the Wind had become anymore, he agreed since he was looking into getting one himself anyways. Elain shot me a dirty look anytime I was in the same room as her nowadays, but wouldnt say a thing to me after I yelled back at her and called her some not so pleasant things. Nesta had completely stopped talking with me after that, and Feyre rarely did anymore unless it was on Rhys’s behalf or on business. Needless to say that due to that strain, I had never been close with my nephew and had only seen him a handful of times since his birth.

I was shaken from my thoughts as Rhys held a cookie out to me, the promise ring on my hand glinting as I reached to take it. Rhys pulled the cookie back, dropping it onto the tray as he grabbed my hand from the air. He turned my hand every which way to observe the ring.

“Eris really out did himself here really.” It was meant to be under his breath but the tone it came out in sounded poisonous.

I pulled my hand back from his quickly. “Yes he did, is there a problem with it brother? I agreed to help him.” I’ll admit it came out as a hiss.

Rhys lifted his hands into the air in surrender. “Woah, woah, sorry didn't mean it to sound like that. Just made me realize how desperate he really is.”

“He's trying to reform his court Rhys! He might have to take a few more steps to do so than you did, but you did the same thing when you took over after father died.” A low blow admittedly but it worked.

“Sorry, you're right. I just wanted to check where you are standing on all of this. It's a big ask of you.” His voice was calm,his voice he used for business, void of emotion. He sat the cookies on his desk and took a seat in his chair opposite me.

“He told you I agreed, So you know where I stand. He has always been a close friend to me, if he needs my help why would I tell him no.” He didn’t need to know the whole truth.

Rhys took a deep breath in and dropped his head into his hands. “Your right, you two have always been close. I just thought tensions might be high after your blow up at Rita’s.”

My blow up?

My.

Blow.

Up?

I growled and stood quickly slamming my hands onto his desk and he leaned back in his chair with a flinch as he looked up at me. “My Blow Up? Rhysand. It was you who allowed them to speak to him like that. Do you believe my judgment to be so flawed that I can't decide who I trust with MY well-being?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, just you went off on everyone at that table. Including Mor, and she deserves your anger least, it was him who let her come into harm's way.”

I saw red for a second as the growl rumbled in my chest and I slammed my talons into his mental shield and he hissed at the contact. “Rhysand, mother above, you are the daftest fucking male I know. To fucking high on your horse to realize you are no fucking better than him. None of you are. Do you even know the truth behind what happened to those two? I guarantee you don't because if so you would be giving Cassian looks of pity, not Mor.”

Rhys slammed his own hands palm down on his desk and stood up, looking down on me to try and intimidate me into calm. “No better than he is? Please that male is nothing but his father’s son. Why would I give Cassian looks of pity? Because Mor used him? We all know that.”

His talons scraped along my shield but I didn't even wince, one thing father had made sure I was thoroughly trained on was daemati powers, from the second the power had manifested in me. It was one subject I was confident I had a one up on Rhys in.

I scoffed loudly, a bitter laugh falling from my mouth as I raked my talons across his shield again, a warning and a reminder. “You absolute fucking hypocrite Rhysand. Nothing but his father’s son? Look in the fucking mirror, or the fucking ouroboros for all I care and you will see you are the exact same. Didn’t you make a whole point when you became high lord, especially with the Court of Nightmares actually, that you were just as cold as you said father was? Did you not step back and put Feyre on display under the mountain like how Mor was on display just to save you and everyone here?”

He flinched but knew I was right so even though he opened his mouth to rebuttal he didn't push through when I sunk my talons into his shield cracking it. “No. You don't get to speak hypocrite. Mor has you all in her fucking pocket in regards to that damn story,” I shoved my wrist in his face, the butterfly tattoo on display. “I made a damn bargain with her when she realized I knew, I told her she has to come clean to you all and especially Cassian, and no I will not explain why it is not my place to tell that story, soon in exchange she promised that she will no longer be slandering Eris and if she catches any of you slandering him she is to shut it down.”

His eyes widened as he looked at the wine red butterfly. “You're his mate. Aren’t you?” His voice was barely audible but I had caught it still.

“How?” My eyes widened, and my talons slipped from their grasp.

“You defend him so viciously, and without a single thought or doubt. You tear down anyone who seeks to tear him down, even if it puts yourself at risk to be hurt. Like I do with Feyre now, or Cassian with Nesta.”

I was stunned into silence. Was I really that obvious?

“That book you were reading, about soulmates and the likeness, you were reading it about him I assume? He doesn't know, does he?”He whispered it, his own eyes still wide. I felt his talons tap on my shield asking to be let in, and I pushed back against him in refusal.

“Stay out of my head Rhys.” I hissed. “When did you realize?” I couldn’t have been that obvious, could I? Both Rhys and Lucien had figured it out within 2 days of me and Eris being back around each other.

“Just now, honestly, I just pieced it together. When you mentioned Feyre and I realized if I had seen all those eyes on her now, I would have reacted the same way as you.” His voice softened as he spoke, as the reality hit him. “How long have you known you were his mate?”

“Since we were 12.” I mumbled and looked down.

“Oh. By the mother, that's why you were always so violent towards Mor. Cauldron we were all so blind to the reason behind your rage. I’m sorry.” He sat down and I felt him pull back out of my mind completely.

I took a step back from the desk, the backs of my knees touching the leather chair. I met his eyes, disdain and anger in my own eyes. “If only it started there Rhys. Imagine if you had lost Feyre to Tamlin right after you had just gotten her here that first time. Imagine the pain that would have caused you, now imagine that pain gets worse every time you have to walk away from her with an unsolidified bond for over 500 years.” My words were venom to him.

His eyes found mine and he seemed like he wanted to cry. “I… I couldn’t imagine Moonbeam. I’m sorry, though I know my apology is nothing to aid the pain you have felt for that long.”

I crossed my arms over myself, retracting into myself. I had gotten my anger out, I just wanted to retire to my apartment now, just wanted to cook dinner in the kitchen with Lucien while we sang whatever songs popped in our heads. “Remember that Rhys, the next time you want to judge him, and you mock me for defending him. You and him are two sides of the same coin. I have defended him for over 500 years, I will defend him for 500 more even if I’m putting myself at risk. No questions asked. I vowed that to him when we were younger; the day we were told he was to marry Mor I made a bargain that I would never leave him alone in this world, that I would never hate him and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Rhys simply nodded. “I get it Moonbeam. I’d do the same for Feyre if she asked.”

I nodded and looked at the floor. “I know you would Rhys, you aren’t a bad male and neither is Eris. You just have to see past his own mask. I’ve just been lucky and honored to see past it from the get go.”

Rhys looked at his desk, defeated and probably rethinking his actions towards Eris through again. I picked my bag up from the couch and flung it over my shoulder, I wrapped a couple cookies in a napkin and tossed them into a smaller pocket in my bag.

As I was about to push the door open Rhy cleared his throat. “Does he know?” I shook my head and he sighed. “Okay. I trust you, you know what you're doing acting like you've been courting him right?”

I let out a sad short laugh. “Actually Rhys I honestly don’t have a clue. But he needs me. He asked me to do this for him, and why would I tell him no? I know I’ll probably get hurt in the long run, but what if it's the exact opposite? What if we go through this whole thing and he realizes one day suddenly that I'm his mate, that it's always been me? I can't give up hope because I might break my own heart. I can’t be selfish like that Rhys. If I get hurt I get hurt, but at least I still have him in my life somehow.”

Rhys nodded. “Be careful, okay? I'll always be here with cookies and the stars.”

I pushed the door open softly and looked back over my shoulder at him sadly. “I hate to burst your big brother and father mentality bubble right now Rhys, but you stopped being there before you left for Windhaven. You stopped being there after mother snapped at me, don’t try to be now please.” I let the door click behind me.

The walk to the balcony was quick, the early night chill greeted me as I manifested my wings and flew down towards the landing of my apartment. I landed on the metal steps right before the small porch area me and Lucien had set up with a small table and two chairs, the wards whirred as they unlocked and music greeted me as I pushed the door open. Lucien was home, thank the mother Lucien was home, I needed a good fucking hug after that shitshow with Rhys.

Music blasted from the kitchen, from the little enchanted mechanism Lucien had brought home with him a couple missions ago. His bright orange hair was pulled into a loose messy bun on top of his head, and he greeted me brightly spatula in hand, though once he had looked me over he set it down and rounded the counters enveloping me into a hug.

“You look like you had a shit day, what happened.” He rubbed my back softly.

I would die for Lucien’s hugs, he gave the best ones in the entirety of Prythian. “Rhys found out about the bond between me and Eris.”

“Oh?” He sounded worried

“Yeah.” Simple, easy.

“Oh. I’m sorry.” He'd make us spiked cider tonight and we'd forget this evening happened.

“He tried to talk down on Eris.” Anger, yet I hadn’t the energy to be angry.

“You beat his ass?” A sweet effort to make me laugh, and it actually worked.

“Close enough, I put him in his place for sure.” I snickered into his shoulder.

“That's my sister that I know.” He snarked.

I shoved his shoulder and pushed away from him. “I’m not your sister.”

“Correction: Not yet.” He snickered loudly.

I rolled my eyes at him “I'm gonna go change.” I took my bag off my shoulder, grabbing the wrapped cookies and pressing them to him. He happily took them, popping one into his mouth and sitting the rest on the counter, I sat my bag on the coffee table.

“Oh!” He waved his cookie at me. “You had a delivery come while you were out.”

“Just my dress Luc, wanna see it?” I raised my brow at him.

“Ohhh there is so much more than ‘Just a dress’ there love. There was only one bag from here. The rest are autumn court tried and true. Gifts from my brother I have no doubt.” He smirked at me.

“Luc… What am I about to find in my room? How much stuff is in there?” I questioned.

“Just your dress, and stuff to get our new roommate adjusted to life in night court.” He hummed smugly.

“OUR NEW ROOMMATE? LUCIEN WHAT AM I ABOUT TO FIND IN MY ROOM?” my eyes widened.

“I don’t know you haven’t named him yet.” He disappeared back into the kitchen and I turned down the hall to rush into my room.

I pushed the door open slowly just enough to peek into my room, low and behold I heard a happy little bark. A few bags were stacked on my bed, a small fluffy bed was laid on the floor and happily nested in it was a small fluffy shadow hound.

“By the fucking Cauldron. LUCIEN WHAT THE FUCK.” Lucien’s laugh echoed down the hallway from the kitchen.

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CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost x Virgin!Reader

+18 content warning

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who at the start of the relationship wasn’t sure how to act around you, not because he didn’t like physical contact or spending time with you, God, he wanted nothing more than to enter his way into every nook and cranny of your life and ruin you for everyone else that could come after him (he would never allow another man to enter your life) but he didn’t want to irrupt your life that way from the start, he was a patient man after all, he would make you crave his presence.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who is “caught off guard” when you start to ask him to stay over, claiming you didn’t want to be alone and that you missed him too much at night to let him leave, besides is late and too dangerous for him to go back home (he is type of dangerous man your parents warn you about when walking alone on the streets) and he as the oh-so-amazing-boyfriend he is obliged to your request, not wanting his pretty girl to get sad.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who really tries to make you happy despite loving when you get sad and cry like a kicked puppy, it’s truly a sight for sore eyes, at least ones as empty and sinister as his. And yeah, maybe he gives you the silent treatment just to watch you follow him around and beg for attention he would gladly give you if you didn’t look as good as you do when desperate and whiny for him.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who lures you into falling right into trap after trap to get what he wants from you, a dirty pantie in the laundry basket? Why don’t you go fetch him the rest of the dirty clothes from the bedroom while he loads the washer for you? putting the dirty pair of underwear in his front pocket when you leave the laundry room.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who knows he is going to lose the shame sooner or later, but now it’s too early to do so, he doesn’t want you to think he is creepy (he is beyond creepy, mentally fucked up in every sense) he loves you after all, and he wants to know your smell, your taste and much more, what a better start than a dirty pair of panties to begin knowing you more in detail.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who sometimes does feel guilty, not for what he does, sees nothing wrong with stealing dirty underwear and pressing it to his nose while jerking off (sometimes licking them), that’s a way of loving you when you aren’t around. He feels guilty at times because you don’t know this “lovely” part of him, you should know every corner of his mind the same way he does yours. and maybe it's easier for him because you're so fucking dumb in the best way possible, giving him unlimited access to every detail about you if he just asks while kissing your neck or calling you an equally as dumb nickname.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who wants nothing more in this world than to corrupt you till there’s no space in your brain not plagued by memories of him, fucking you, loving you, making you cry, everything. He wants you to see him as the definition of love and pain and be addicted to his sadistic nature.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who knows really fucking well how sick in the head he is for wanting to ruin such a pretty little thing like you, but in his mind, he is practically making you a favor, he shows you just how ugly the world can get it at times, protects you from it even, and in return you love him unconditionally, keeping your head empty, letting him take full control of you so you don’t have to worry about anything.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who knows you sometimes doubts the legitimacy of his “good intentions” but is quick to shut down every question you have with manipulative words that sound pretty and full of love. He doesn’t mean to be so manipulative though, he really wants you to see his true intentions but if anything that could make you less docile to him, try to find a way out of the apartment now the two of you call home. It truly is for the best if you don’t know what occurs in his sick mind, at least for him it was the best.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who despite being a manipulative piece of shit does indeed love you and goes out of his way to make room for you in his life the best he can. He actually started using his PTO days to spend more time with you, he had prioritized his job and would never take days off if it wasn’t strictly necessary, but with you now being part of his life (therefore part of him) he knew he had to make good used of the vacation days he had available to love you and coddle you.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who has a high salary because of his rank and years serving as an SAS soldier, he is well off, to say the least, and has never been one to spend money on anything, except on you that is. Because he wants to spoil you the best he can, he knows your background and that you didn’t exactly come from money, just another middle-class suburban family who lived comfortably but not well off. but the way he goes about spoiling you is so fucking creepy, buys you clothes he knows are way too revealing for you to feel comfortable wearing outside, and spends way too much money on sex toys he knows he’ll have to basically coerce you into trying them.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who is extremely kinky and loves to be the one in power (in and out of the bedroom) he knows you were never given the sex talk though, barely gave your first kiss in 8th grade before your parents found out and put you in an all-girls school so you didn’t get distracted from studying, so to say the least, you were a virgin when entering the relationship. Ghost like the fucking creep he is loves that about you.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who loves the fact you’re a virgin so much he cannot help but tease you about it, physically and mentally with lingering touches and teasing comments to rile you up only to deny you right after. “Taking your virginity would be like cutting an angel's wing, can’t do that to ya’ lovie” he so fucking cockily says, arms crossed over his chest and his voice gruff, looking down at you, and you know he’s smirking under his mask.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who wants you to beg for his cock, wants to have you on your knees, begging for him to take your virginity, he’s the only man in your life after all, the one you plan to marry and devote your soul and life to (you better devote your life to him) He is playing the long game, both torturous and pleasuring because when the time is right, he is going to fuck you till you can’t remember nothing but his name and can’t walk away from him.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who waited a lot of fucking time (like a lot) to finally get you where he wanted, it does come by surprise though. he is used to you sitting on his lap, tugging his belt, and asking him to try to go further. he always rejected you though. wanting you utterly desperate. what he hadn’t taken into account is what you did in the meantime, every time he shut you down. sooner he discovered what you did. The image of you, straddling a stuffed animal he bought you at the beginning of your relationship pressed against your cunt as you humped it like a bitch in heat, soft mewls, and moans leaving your lips, and ghost didn’t want to interrupt you, having too much fun looking at you cry from overstimulation as you struggled to make yourself come. but then you moaned out his name, his real name and the urge to fuck you senseless became too much to ignore this time.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who opens the bedroom door fully but doesn’t enter, only calling out to you to see the face of panic you would get at being caught “What are ya doin’ lovie?” he saw the way your hips stopped moving, your face full of embarrassment and your doe eyes teary, from shame or overstimulation? he didn’t care, you look pretty either way. he hears you struggle to answer him, too fucking dumb to even think of an excuse to give him.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who doesn’t care to wait for an answer after you don't speak for almost a minute, choosing to take matters into his own hands and do what he had been wanting to do since the beginning.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who doesn’t care enough to warn you before he is grabbing you by the ankles and pulling you towards the end of the bed, flipping you on your back and hovering over you with a dark look in his eyes that send shivers down your spine, he looked fucking possessed (can’t you blame him though?) as he looks down at your panties, the fabric soaked and covered in your slick, the sight makes him want to groan out loud.

he had never expected you to be so filthy in the cutest of ways, I mean really, humping a stuffed animal he gave you, could you really be more desperate than that? he wishes he had caught you sooner, but he guessed you only really touched yourself when he wasn’t home or at least busy enough to not come into the bedroom, either way, he couldn’t care less right now, not when he had you under him all flustered and shy yet clearly frustrated from not having come yet.

“you should’ve come to me dovie” he says, pressing his hands on your clothed cunt, spreading your slick on your thighs before his fingers began softly rubbing your clit, his lips finding their way into your neck and leaving wet kisses all over the exposed skin. ”could’ve made you feel so good if you had just asked nicely", he mutters against your skin, a small sob coming from you making him break into a smile, lifting his head and looking at your flushed face, tears running down your face as you whimpered.

you sniffled, thighs twitching as his fingers don’t stop rubbing circles over your overstimulated clit. “didn’t wanna bother you Si..” he hears you mumble, a content sigh leaving his lips at your words before he leaning down and kissing you on the lips, not caring to reassure you he wouldn’t have been bothered if you came to him horny and looking for release. you had to look for it alone, so fucking dumb you were.

“gotta punish you now, sweetness…went behind my back and touched what's mine” he says against your lips, his free hand moving to grab a fistful of your hair and pulling it slightly, a whine leaving your lips at the sudden touch. “dumb little bitch you were, huh” he added not even three seconds later, his comment making your heart clench, you didn’t want to disappoint him, never. couldn’t bear the thought of doing something he didn’t approve of when he basically controlled your entire life by now. Before you knew it, Ghost was pounding into you with a brutal pace, the tip of his hard cock reaching your cervix and hitting it continuously, dragging moans of pleasure mixed with pain, struggling to take all of him while he forced his way in.

your legs were on his shoulder while pinned you down with his weight, leaving no opportunity for you to move away from him, forced to take everything he gave you “Filthy girl, so needy and not even able to take all my cock” he said, grabbing once again a fistful of your hair and pulling on it more roughly, forcing your head off the bed while he littered your neck with bite marks and bruises, “ can’t expect much from a dumb bitch like you” he continued to insult you while he bullied his cock into your pussy, loud moans leaving your lips, so cock-drunk you couldn’t even formulate a response.

his thrust became harder and harder, a frantic pace that began creating a tighter and tighter feeling on your lower stomach, you dug your nails into his back, scratching him when suddenly the knot on your stomach snapped, your orgasm ripping through your body, making your hips twitch to try and get away from Ghost as he continued to fuck into you overstimulating you. “I can’t.. s’too much! too much!” you said between moans, sobs following soon after while another knot began forming rapidly.

Ghost could feel you clench around him, your slick from your orgasm wetting his cock and thighs even more, making it easy to thrust into you while your walls sucked him in with a vice grip. he felt himself get closer to coming, one of his hands moving to your neck, choking you while the other moved to your clit, drawing tight circles that force a last orgasm out of you. “gonna fill you up, dovie, ruin your pussy for every bastard you meet after me” Ghost groans, quickening his pace, his balls slapping against your ass before he finally gives one last powerful thrust, burying himself deep inside you and filling you with his load, groaning on the crook of your neck while he feels your pussy spam around him, milking him dry.

Ghost sits up on the bed, your legs falling from his shoulders onto the bed, your body entirely spent as he watches your hips twitch, tears stains on your cheeks while your eyes are half closed, tired and overstimulated “Did so good for me, lovie..such a pretty girl you are” Ghost mutters, pulling out and watching as his cum spills out of your cunt onto the bed sheets, a wicked smile on his lips as he looks down at his dick, dry blood on part of his skin.

CreepyBoyfriend!Ghost who took your fucking virginity after begging him for almost a year of dating and absolutely broke you apart because of how hard he fucked you. (Maybe next time he'll have you gagging on his cock)

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The Serene Peony Of Winter

Paring: Sukuna!King of Curses x Fem!Geisha Reader

Tags: Slight! mention of violence; Fem!reader; Sukuna!imagines; will be 18+ as more chapters come; slow!burn, [I want to have a good build up!], an ancient Japan romance through time with darling reader~

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CHAPTER- 4

Time froze as the icy chilling wind carried the tension raising it― swirling it around you and Sukuna devilishly wanting to see more. The reflecting still water beneath the bridge― quietly came forth― to freeze this moment, forever in its frozen waters― a frame forever lost in time

"Wh...what?" your voice trembled― eyes widened― the shock stunning you

"Are you deaf?" grabbing your wrist― pulling you close, the Wagasa slipped from your grasp― dropping to the cold ground.

His eyes bore into yours― voice calm and deep

"I said—" he leaned in, lips barely apart― sharing a breath, "If I am greedy for you— will I be able to go as far as I want?" his gaze unwavering, "Y/n?"

Like a spark, a fire had been ignited in your heart― it burned away all the ice in your veins, unlocking your soul. Blood rushed to your face as you pushed him away flustered.

But he held your wrist tighter, making you face him, forcing you to look into his blood-red-eyes

"Look at me, and tell me Y/n", he demanded, "I need an answer"

"I don't play games darling", with a smirk he chuckled

"I―", lowering your lashes as you looked away flustered

"I cannot give you an answer right now, I apologize― for I― still…have things left to do", saying these words you turned around and ran, you ran as fast as your feet allow you to― your heart slamming against your chest

He stood there as he watched your silhouette vanish with a dangerous grin― as an ominous smile tugged his lips

You ran and ran as fast as you could, bumping past all kinds of people as you entered your room and slammed the door shut― leaning against the wall and letting out a huff as your body tried to relax

The room has always felt suffocating, the last comforting place― you have been in this room since the time Oka-san announced― that it was yours when you became a Geisha.

Having met countless men, and gotten many confessions, and words of love― you were used to rejecting them without thinking twice― but none ever made you feel the way you felt today

"Oh my god…I almost said yes", you sat still not recovered from yesterday's incident, curling up to your knees and burying your face

"I cannot… after all…", your eyes emotionless staring at the tatami mat― the air heavy with your gloom― as shadows reflected from your heart to your soul

"I need to finish what I have started"

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Some days had passed, and your usual routine played. Changed into your night clothes― you sat trembling― as beads of sweat glistened down your skin― and fear reverberated in the air

"I have given you time long enough, either you tell me— or I make that mouth of yours talk", a dominating voice boomed, dripping with malice

"S-Sukuna…why…why are you after me?", you gulp trying not to scream as everyone is asleep

"Do you want to know?"

"Yes…I do", raising your head you looked him in the eyes― fearful of what was to come

With a snap of his fingers― all the candles extinguished as an ominous feeling tugged at your heart― in an impulse you crawled close to him

It was the right choice as the moment you did, curses beyond what your eyes could see, appeared throughout the room. Crawling from the floors to the walls, hiding in every nook and cranny— with heart wrenching screams echoing throughout the room.

"This is why", he chuckled pulling you close by the waist

"To have so many curses latch onto you, of so many types", he raised your chin, gazing into your eyes

"Makes even me, The King of Curses wonder what is your story y/n?"

Terrified of what you saw, you clasped his hands tightly afraid

"All…all of these? They…are connected to me?", your throat felt dry― stomach churned with anxiety and you felt nauseous

"Curses are born from negative feelings and emotions, To have so many, how much do you bury in your heart Y/n? It is a grave of your cursed feelings, you cursed yourself", he chuckled, and with a raise of his hand― they were all diced, slaughtered into pieces― contrary to dying surprisingly they regenerated.

"Shall I help you, get rid of the curse in your heart Y/n? Forever breaking the chains tying you"

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duskandcobalt · 7 months

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Stargirl: Part Two

After a month of waiting, Azriel and Elain find themselves back in the kitchen to bring Elain's sexy vision from stargirl to life.

Ya'll know that SZA lyric "now I'm ovulating and I need rough sex" ?? This is that :)

You can read this as a standalone but if you did miss the first part, it's linked above xx

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4.6k words - explicit, 18+ pls

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One month since she’d had that vision and Elain could still hardly look Azriel in the eye. In fact, she had taken to doing absolutely everything in her power to avoid him because even being in the same room as him for any longer than a couple minutes made her heart race in a way that she was sure would lead to her untimely death, immortal fae body or not.

She’d managed to suppress the memory of that morning, had pushed it just far back enough in her mind to allow her to carry out her day to day activities without remembering how he’d felt inside her. It had worked for a while but for the past few days, that stupid vision was all she could think about.

His scent was everywhere in this house, lingering in every nook and cranny - somehow clinging to her to the point where she could smell his rich cedar scent even as she lay in her own bed each night, trying to ignore the ever growing ache between her thighs. Much like she was doing right now.

It was a different kind of torture - knowing exactly what it feels like to have sex with someone without actually having sex with them.

Elain drags her hands over her face in an attempt to regulate whatever the hell was happening to her mind and body. She thought hard, counted the days carefully… she was due for her cycle soon - had been preparing tonics with the twins to help ease the unbearable pain. She hadn’t noticed the first time she’d experienced her cycle in this body… maybe because she’d been in such a state following everything that had happened after the war that any shred of desire had been buried under the dark cloud that had seemed to follow her. But now that the cloud had lifted and she had clarity on her powers, Elain wondered if that primal need to be touched which she’d felt as a human on the days leading up to her monthly cycle hadn’t amplified in the same way as the pain.

That had to be it. That had to be the explanation behind the intensity of the thoughts that had been plaguing her for the past three days. Thoughts so overwhelming that it was as if the floodgates had opened and all the images that she’d pushed back over the past few were hitting her at full force, all at the same time. She couldn’t concentrate on anything, had been pacing around the house like a mad woman - channelling her rampant energy into cleaning every surface in sight as if it would somehow simultaneously erase the memory of all the filthy things Azriel had said to her in her vision.

She needed a distraction immediately, needed to keep her body and mind busy.

…

Azriel watched from the doorway of the kitchen, slightly amused and somewhat concerned, as Elain furiously scrubbed a rag over what looked to be an already spotless surface. He’d heard her storm down the stairs a little while ago. Her footsteps, usually near silent, had been so loud that they’d been audible even from the floor above hers.

He couldn’t help himself when he rolled out of bed shortly after her, not even bothering to put a shirt on before silently making his way downstairs. He wouldn’t let his shadows take this task, needed to see for himself that she was okay.

Elain’s hair fell in soft waves down her back, shielding the smooth expanse of bare skin left uncovered from the way her nightgown scooped low in the back. The cotton slip fell to just below her knees, the white fabric glowed golden from the light of the few candles that were scattered around the kitchen. The outline of her body was just visible through the thin material.

Azriel wasn’t stupid… didn’t need his shadows to know that she’d been avoiding him ever since that morning last month. She wouldn’t meet his gaze, wouldn’t stay in the same room as him for any longer than absolutely necessary. The one time his fingers accidentally brushed hers when he passed her a dish at dinner just two nights ago, she’d blushed so profusely and fled the dining room almost immediately, claiming that she’d forgotten something in the kitchen only to come back empty handed a few minutes later.

He might've found her behaviour funny if he didn’t miss her so damn much.

Things had changed after that day, after those thirty seconds. He hadn’t realised how the quiet moments they shared had functioned much like his siphons - tempering the tension between them into something manageable. Without the outlet of their conversations, the tension had become unbearable. But even if missed her, he didn’t blame her. It wasn’t like he’d been able to get that moment out of his mind either.

She’d been making cinnamon rolls for him, explaining why she preferred to grind the spice herself when her eyes had glazed over and she’d stopped speaking mid sentence. Azriel’s entire body had tensed, dread flooding him as he prepared for the worst. He’d witnessed her have a few visions before and they’d always been dark, always alluded to something foreboding. Each time, the way she’d go completely still and her breathing would halt, made his own heart stall until the haze lifted and she returned to herself.

This time had been different.

Elain’s breath had still hitched, her hands went slack and the rolling pin she’d been holding fell to the floor. She had gripped the counter with such force as if she was doing her best to keep herself upright. Then her chest began moving, the rise and fall of her breasts rapidly picking up pace as her eyebrows pulled together.

He was just about to get up and try to get her out of this vision and back to him when her scent hit him, that familiar honey and jasmine, but amplified - something even sweeter. He knew it was the scent of her arousal, had known it immediately but it was further confirmed when her lips parted into a pretty ‘O’ and a soft sound escaped them. His own body had reacted on its own accord to the noises coming out of her mouth only to be rendered absolutely useless seconds later when he heard his name and every inch of him froze in shock.

“Azriel,” she had breathed, quiet but clear. There was no mistaking it. No pretending that she had said anything else.

The knowledge that she was having a vision about sex was one thing, but knowing that she was seeing him threatened to bring him to his knees.

Even after she’d come back into her body, after he’d asked her if she was okay, even after Cassian had come down and Elain had fled upstairs - all he could think of was how much he wanted to hear her make those noises again, how much he wanted to make her say his name like that. For a whole month now, all he thought of when he closed his eyes at night was Elain’s mouth - the colour of her lips. He wondered if he got her out of her dress, if her nipples would match the pink of her lips. If he spread her open, how would the colour of her sex compare?

…

“Do you see dirt that others can’t with those powers of yours?” Elain jumps at the low voice, her hand landing against her chest in an attempt to calm her heart as she turns to face him.

She hadn’t realised anyone else was in the house tonight. Feyre and Rhys were away at the cabin, Nesta and Cassian at the House of Wind. She thought Azriel was in the Hewn City for the night but he must’ve come back earlier in the evening without her realising.

Her stomach tightens, her thighs involuntarily pressing together at the sight of him. He’s shirtless, tan arms crossed in front of his absurdly broad chest as he leans against the doorway to the kitchen. Those godforsaken sleep pants sit low as ever on his hips and Elain tries very, very hard to look away from the outline of what’s underneath them.

“What?” It’s all she can say, the word leaving her lips in an embarrassing squeak as she finally drags her eyes back up to his face. She crosses her arms over her chest, suddenly extremely aware of how thin her nightgown is when she realises where his eyes linger as they sweep over her.

“You’ve been cleaning more than usual.” He answers. “Even things that are already clean… like that countertop.” His chin juts towards the surface she’d just wiped down for the fourth or fifth time tonight.

“There was a… crumb…” She says it like a question, like she doesn’t believe her own lie.

“Are you going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?” Azriel straightens, his arms falling to his side as he leaves the threshold and walks towards her, stopping just a few feet from where she’s standing.

Elain draws in a long breath as she tries to make peace with the fact that he clearly isn’t skirting around the topic any longer.

“I don’t… I haven’t been…”

“You said my name.” He interrupts her fumbling words. “You said my name and then you haven’t been able to look me in the eyes since.”

There it was - the answer to the question that had been haunting her all these weeks.

She’d said his name. Out loud.

She’d said his name out loud and he had heard her. Azriel knew that the vision had been about him and she could just about die from embarrassment.

“Tell me what you saw, Elain.” He takes another step forward and her breath catches in her chest.

The sound of her name from his lips sends a ripple of anticipation through her along with a renewed wave of arousal that she feels high on her thighs. By the slightest flare of his nostrils, she knows he can scent it on her, too.

“I can’t.” She shakes her head, looks away from his face and looks at his bare chest instead - studies the tattoos there. Another mistake. All she wants is to know what it would feel like to run her fingers over those tattooed muscles.

“You can.” Azriel’s directly in front of her now and the scent of him has her head spinning. It’s all too much to handle and perhaps it’s her hormones but the mortification of him knowing that she’d had a vision about him gives way to pure arousal with the proximity of his body to hers.

“Will you at least tell me if you liked what you saw?” He asks when she still doesn’t say anything. He’s standing so close to her and she’s so dizzy with need that part of her wonders if this is another one of the dreams that have been haunting her nights recently.

Elain nods slowly. Azriel hums, his eyes flicker with something she can’t quite place. He’s silent for a moment, his thumb tracing his full bottom lip. She wants to run her own thumb along it.

“Do you think about it at night? When you’re alone?” His question sends a shiver down her spine.

She nods again, bites down on her own lip to stop the whimper that threatens to escape her.

“Do you touch yourself when you think about it?”

“Yes.” Elain breathes - admits to him with that singular word that she often spends her nights in bed with a hand between her thighs, desperately trying to find relief from the ache that plagues her by imagining his fingers in place of her own.

“Show me.” She gasps as Azriel’s hands land on her waist, fingers pressing into her as he lifts her easily onto the countertop before stepping back. The cold granite is a welcome relief against the burn of her flushed skin. “Show me how you touch yourself when you think of me.”

Elain can’t believe this is happening. That her vision may actually be coming to fruition. She cannot reconcile in her mind that she’s perched on the kitchen countertop in her sister’s home, her nightgown hitched up around her thighs and Azriel - Azriel! - has just asked her to pleasure herself in front of him. Most of all, she can’t believe that she doesn’t even really hesitate before she slides the white cotton of her dress further up her thighs.

Her desire overrides the thought at the back of her mind that tells her maybe she shouldn’t be doing this. That she has a mate and even if it means nothing to her, that she should figure out that situation before doing whatever this is. But Elain thinks that maybe… maybe if she just does this once, if she allows herself this one moment, this one night, to get it out of her system then she can sort it all out with a clear head afterwards. That maybe if they do this just once, make her vision a reality, they can go back to how easy it was between them before.

She opens her legs just enough to allow her hand to fit in between them and traces a trembling finger over herself. Her cheeks burn when she feels how wet she is and that warmth consumes her entire body when she risks looking at Azriel and sees the hunger written clearly across every inch of him. Those blessed pants of his doing very little to conceal the physical proof of his arousal.

Elain swallows back any lingering shyness and circles the nerves at the apex of her sex twice before she slides two fingers inside herself. She watches as his hazel eyes flit between her face and the hand between her thighs, as if he can’t decide which bit of her to focus on. Her eyes close as she pumps her fingers, savouring the sound of Azriel’s quiet moan at the show she’s putting on for him.

She drags her arousal up and over her clit, increasing the pressure of her fingers to match the pressure low in her stomach when she feels large hands settle gently above her knees. The callouses and scars are gloriously rough against her supple skin as he moves higher up her legs, one hand sliding in between them. His fingers brush hers - silently asking for permission. Elain removes her hand and spreads her legs wider, offering herself to him.

His eyes catch hers just as he slips one finger inside her. She draws in a sharp breath at the feeling of that singular finger of his stretching her more than two of her own.

“I’ve thought about this for so long.” His lips brush her throat. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.”

She wants to tell him that she feels the same, that she’s wanted him long before she’d had that vision, but Azriel adds another finger and his thumb presses against her clit and she’s lost for words. His other hand pushes her dress up around her waist before moving down to wrap around one of her calves, bending her leg up so her foot is on the counter. He does the same to the other leg and Elain leans back on her elbows to compensate for the new angle.

She’s unable to look away as he stands, eyes raking over her as he nudges her knees wider before bending down. His hands are back on her, one spreading her open while two fingers of the other sink back inside her and curl upwards. Their moans combine, echoing through the quiet kitchen when he lowers his mouth and gets a taste of her for the first time, his tongue runs flat up her centre before his lips wrap around her clit.

It only takes a couple minutes under the spell of his tongue before Elain is coming for him, her thighs threatening to close around his head. Azriel takes it all in stride, doesn’t let up until her legs relax and her hands are in his hair pushing him away.

“Is that what we were doing?” He teases, pressing a kiss to the curve of each hip as he looks up at her. “In your vision?”

“No.” She pants. His hands are running over her thighs, up under her dress. His fingers graze her stomach, trace along the underside of her breasts before his hands are over them, palming them gently.

“Tell me, then.” He slips his hands around her back, lifts her until she’s sitting up and they’re chest to chest. His face is inches from hers, his eyes lock on hers - he won’t let her look away this time.

“We…” Elain can’t resist the urge to touch him anymore. She reaches out a hand, traces the black ink on his shoulder and bites back a smile when she feels him tense. “You had me… over the counter.”

Azriel’s eyes darken as he takes in her words.

Elain eases herself down until her feet are on the floor, her nails dig into Azriel’s arm as she stands on shaking legs. She looks up at him, presses her lips to the centre of his chest while her hand travels down between their bodies. She pushes the soft fabric of his pants down, feels the weight of his cock against her stomach through her nightgown.

Her fingers wrap around him, her small hand barely able to encircle him. She looks down, swallows at the sight of him hard and leaking in her palm. She drags her hand up the thick length of him and tries to figure out how he’ll even fit inside her.

“You can take it.” He must’ve seen the apprehension in her eyes when they’d widened as she looked at him. “You know you can take it.”

His fingers land on her hips again, turning her so quickly that she doesn’t even register what’s happening until he presses on the small of her back and leans her forward until she’s bent over the counter. His back hovers over hers, his lips drag along her shoulder and up her neck until his teeth gently close around her earlobe. “Is this how you want it?”

“Please.” Elain turns her head to look at him over her shoulder and pushes back into him, desperate to finally have him in her.

“So eager.” Azriel grins against her skin, pulling her dress back up her legs until it’s bunched around her waist. His hands are on her ass, fingers kneading into her flesh. “Spread your legs a bit wider for me.”

Elain listens, spreads her legs and pulls herself up onto her tiptoes to compensate for their difference in height. Azriel guides himself along her sex, coats himself in her release, and settles the broad head of his cock at her entrance.

“If it’s too much, tell me.” He eases in, just an inch - pausing when she curses at the way he stretches her.

“More.” She tells him, resolute. He’s barely even inside her and it already feels so good, the slight pain of her body adjusting to him only adds to the pleasure. “I can take it.”

Elain turns her head to the side, sees the reflection of them mirrored in the dark window. She has the fleeting thought that maybe they shouldn’t be doing this in the kitchen, in front of a window where anybody could see them. The thought disintegrates when she watches Azriel sink into her in one drawn out movement until his hips are flush against her backside.

He groans, somehow pushing in just a little further until there’s no space between their bodies at all and then he starts moving - gives her long, teasing strokes that has her anxious for more.

“Fuck, Elain.” Azriel’s fingers dig into her hips and she prays that the imprint of them lingers long after this encounter ends. She wants the proof that this happened to stay with her. “So wet, so fucking tight for me. How am I supposed to hold back when you feel like this?”

“Don’t.” She pleads, pushes back hard against him to prove her point. “Don’t hold back.”

His teeth graze her shoulder as his hands settle on the counter beside hers right as he thrusts in again, the momentum sends her surging forward, cold granite presses hard against her nipples. The strap of her nightgown falls off her shoulder as her hands slam against the smooth stone to keep her from collapsing completely.

“Like that?” The hint of arrogance in his tone tells her he already knows the answer.

“More.” She grits out.

The assurance with which she says it is all he needs before he complies, picking up his pace as he fucks her. His lips move against her ear, talking her through it.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? To fuck you like this? Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about the way your pretty little cunt would feel around my cock?”

Elain whimpers at his words. The language he uses causes her to clench around him.

“It’s even better than I imagined.” His pace is relentless. Elain’s nails scratch at the surface as she fights for leverage.

She’s already close when she feels his hand land sharply on her ass, the sound of the slap coupled with the light sting forces a small scream out of her.

“Again.” She demands, surprising even herself - she hadn’t expected that she’d like that so much.

“Greedy girl… you like it rough like this, do you?” His palm lands against her with a little more force. “Want me to fuck you so hard that you think of my cock with every step you take tomorrow?”

“Yes, yes! Harder, Azriel. Please!” Elain begs him.

“Fuck.” Azriel moans as his hand meets her ass again hard enough that her skin goes pink. “Say that again.”

“Harder.” Elain repeats, waits for the impact.

“No.” Azriel delivers a particularly hard thrust as his hand makes contact with her ass for the fourth time. He rubs over the ghost of a mark that remains on her skin, soothing it before bringing his hand down again. “Say my name.”

“Azriel.” She breathes, attempting to catch her breath.

“Louder, Elain.” The demand in his voice has her arching her back, trying to get him even deeper inside her.

“Azriel!” She moans, louder this time. His name from her lips sets him off, has him well and truly fucking her, hard and fast, just like she’s begging him to until she’s unable to do anything else except shout his name. “Fuck, fuck… Azriel!”

“That’s it, Elain. Scream for me, I don’t care who hears.” She feels his tongue on her neck, marking her. “Let everyone know who’s fucking you like this, yeah? Let everyone know you’re mine. Tonight, you’re mine.”

Sex had been fine for her previously, occasionally it had even been good, but this - in this new body, with him. There was nothing like it. It’s somehow better than her vision - every sensation that she had felt was nothing compared to what she was experiencing now. Everything had intensified. The sound of skin meeting skin was louder, the burn in her calves and core even greater. The weight of him on top of her was even heavier, felt even better.

The feeling is incomprehensible. The way he fills her, the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her sex. The pure pleasure that’s quickly building low in her stomach as he angles his hips up and brings a hand in between her thighs, circling her clit. The rasp of her voice, the way her screams echo through the kitchen - through the empty house - as she comes around him. It’s all so obscene, so perfectly right.

“Good girl. You’re so fucking good for me.” Azriel praises her, fingers still moving in soft circles against her until she relaxes around him, until her breath steadies.

Elain almost cries at the emptiness she feels when he abruptly pulls out of her, his hand lightly fisting her hair to pull her up and turn her around. Her nightgown is completely askew, her breasts half exposed to the cool night air.

Azriel makes quick work of getting her on the floor, laying her on her back as he settles back in between her legs. She draws her knees up, wraps her legs around his waist, pulls him closer. He threads his fingers through hers as he brings their joined hands above her head. “I need to see your pretty face when you come for me this time.”

She wasn’t sure if she even could come again but she’s still so sensitive from her last orgasm that when he enters her again and hits that spot inside her at the same time his pelvis makes contact with her clit, her body goes taut. This release hits her even harder than the second and she cries out his name. It’s so overwhelming that actual tears form in the corner of her eyes. Azriel’s hands clutch hers tighter, pinning her down as his own rhythm starts to falter.

“I’m right there with you.” His voice is strained. “Gonna come so deep inside you. Would you like that, Elain? Want me to come in you?”

“Yes.” Elain replies without an ounce of hesitation, her eyes burning into his. “Make me yours.”

She doesn’t take her eyes off him as he finishes, as his hips slam tight against hers. She studies the beautiful planes of his face, the way his lips form her name - commits to memory the way he moans it as he comes. He’s buried so deep inside her that she can feel the way his cock twitches as he fills her. He gives her so much of himself that she feels it drip down her thighs even before he pulls out of her.

Azriel presses a kiss to her cheek, carefully untwining his hands from hers as he sits back on his heels and kneels in between her legs. Elain raises up onto her elbows to watch as he brings two fingers between thighs. She lets out a quiet cry at the feeling of his fingers gliding over her overstimulated sex, collecting their combined arousal.

When he brings his fingers up to her mouth, she opens for him. Wraps her lips around them and sucks. Their eyes are still locked as she licks his fingers clean.

“So beautiful.” Azriel whispers, withdrawing his fingers from her mouth. He cups the side of her neck with that same hand and lowers his lips to hers for the first time.

It should’ve been the last time, too.

One night. One time. That’s what she’d told herself just a little while ago. It was stupid, really, to think that was even a possibility.

“Elain?” Azriel’s voice pulls her out of her thoughts and back to reality, as it alway seemed to do..

“Hm?” She hums, their faces are barely an inch apart. He pulls her up and into his lap, holds her close to him. Her legs wrap around his waist, her arms drape around his shoulders.

“What’s your preferred cleaning solution because I think the counter might be in need of a clean.”

Elain can’t help but laugh at the small smirk on his face. She’s amused but also relieved, so thankful that he’s back to interrogating her. So grateful that they can resume these easy moments and their shared laughter.

“I’m partial to vinegar…” She bites her lip, her eyes flickering down to his lips. “But I don’t think it’s clean up time just yet.”

“No?” Azriel’s unable to hold back his smile.

“No.” Elain shakes her head, slotting her mouth over his for their second kiss.

Once was never going to be enough.

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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i saw your taking requests! how about yandere kaz brekker whos in loove with reader but she kinda thinks he's a monster (cause u know he's dirtyhands etc.), how would he try to change her mind? would he try at all? how would he treat her? any plot you want really, all love to you!

Yandere Kaz Brekker HC’S

Dark!Yandere!kaz brekker x reader.

Sorry for the late reply…today has not been the best. BUT THIS IS HELPING ME! SO BE PREPARED FOR KAZZEL DAZZEL!

If any of you want a small fic, drabble of this kaz then please! Give me some.

Dead dove do not eat.

Warnings: Yandere actions, blood, gore, obsession, protectiveness, stalking, and much more. Him being dirtyhands. Dark!yandere.

You, beautiful darling will be so right. Kaz brekker is a monster, one that is yours.

Dirtyhands? Bastard of the barrel? Is feral for you.

But he wants nothing more then for you to be happy, safe and sound. That’s good right? It is when he doesn’t go to the lengths he does.

But let’s talk about yandere kaz for a minute, the good things…

Will get you anything your hearts desires.

He gets you so many gifts, like you can’t keep track. When he learns that you like something it’s gotten…Stolen.

You want a new dress? Boom, it’s your favorite color and size just for you. That pretty necklace you looked at in the market? Oh, it’s on your window.

You want the actual hearts of someone who wronged you? You will have it, he will rip it out himself.

You will be followed and protect at every second. Inej and guards he hired to follow you everywhere, even if you don’t know that they are there.

Kaz would treat you …Like money. Craving more. Doing anything to get it. You are his darling.

Would he try and change her mind? Would he even try at all?

No.

Kaz wants you to know his deep love for you. That he would go to any lengths for you. If you think he’s a monster then that’s okay. Because he will never change, ever.

Maybe there’s pride in him that you’re just a little scared of him. Because then you wouldn’t cross him.

But at the same time he will try and show you that he means you no harm. That you, are the light of his life and only others will feel the wraith of Dirtyhands.

So he treats you well, at times.

I think kaz will trap you somewhere, maybe a house just for you to have a live happily but you can not leave. You can have a garden for you to go outside. But you try and escaped? You’re going to be chain up in a room, only a mattress under you until you beg him.

Until you understand that this is for the best and that you are his.

Yandere kaz is over the top and maybe one of the most scary if I’m being honest. You’ve seen how he takes revenge and protects the ones he loves already. But add yandere to the mix? Mans the walking ripper.

He keeps you away from everyone and comes to visit you every day. Guards around ever nook and cranny. Put you have everything you ever want or need there.

And, he knows you might get lonely sometimes so maybe a cat? Or a dog to help with that. Also the only people he lets see you are the crows, but they have their limits.

If you were ever kidnapped somehow..

Bro goes crazy as shit. Will blow the city up just looking for you. He will not sleep or eat until he finds you.

When he finds out where you have been taken then it’s war. He will torture the living bastards for it, and if you are hurt? Them that’s each wound their families will take.

Sorry I’m getting to much into this. But yandere kaz is just so dark to me.

Though after all this, you are his and he knows. You can take as long as you need because you both have forever. And he will be waiting until you except it.

#yandere kaz brekker #yandere kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #yandere shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x reader #yandere x reader

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third times’s a charm

pairing: f!reader × chanyoung, sungchan ⁝ tags: rain. tokyo. & love at first sight / fluff. gets lil angsty. wc. 3.1k

note: this has been in my drafts ever since those two pictures dropped, & basically, this whole thing is just an extension of what sorta of mood they inspired. ik it’s kind of late but i love the atmosphere, so im posting it anyway.

All this waiting ─── Holding out for the storm to pass. Stuck in traffic and waiting. Waiting for the bus at a crowded bus stop.

Since the idiotic weather app on your phone was unable to foresee such a severe downpour, you are without an umbrella. You find yourself standing like a cat caught in the rain after spending a perfect sunny afternoon exploring Tokyo’s streets.

Neither the metro nor the two buses that have come & gone are going in your direction. More room and privacy for yourself as the majority of passengers board the buses and lessen the crowded, small, glassed station—for which you are grateful. After trying your luck twice, you are stuck waiting for the third bus.

The peculiar scent of rain on asphalt fills your nostrils as you accept your bad luck & attempt to take solace in the rain, the foggy lights of the passing traffic & the bright neon signs that give the city its unique flavor. There are a variety of sounds in the street, ranging from soft and loud to melodic and even disorienting.

You seem like such a loser out in the rain. The end effect of running so fast and not caring where you step is clumps of hair and muddy shoes, followed by ten minutes of waiting. You are glad you didn’t wear too much makeup for today’s walk because you’d have looked like a total wreck. Smugly, you try to adjust your mascara and eyeshadow in your little mirror and pretend it’s fine.

And so, you concentrate on the raindrops as they land in a specific dip in the pavement, creating tiny air bubbles that rise to the surface like bubbles in a champagne glass. This little world seems to be what fascinates you about Tokyo at the moment, despite its vast size.

That is when the two giants casually stroll into the safe haven you have found in all the fast life.

The two towering frames jostle one another in this terrifying performance that the sky is putting on, laughing at something so ridiculous that you have to wonder how they can do it. The evening sky is practically ripping at its seams, but they do not seem to notice.

Their laughter is contagious as they battle for space under a transparent umbrella that the taller one is holding. Their bodies are too broad for the protective gear, and they seem to lose simultaneously because most of their opposing shoulders and arms are soaked. For the tiny spaciousness they seek but don’t find, the pair comes across as endearing and humorous. You realize there is beauty in the fact that neither of them seems to mind. They remain upbeat and truly unaffected, which is inspiring.

That they are close friends is highly likely. They are even dressed alike. One is wearing green cargo pants and the other over-dye jeans, both with black upper apparel.

They could be mistaken for twins due to their dangerous synchronicity. Not like born together. Not fused like the two sides of an oyster encasing a precious pearl. However, exactly opposites, much like the two sides of a mirror. Equally stunning, and in their case, the pearl is their friendship.

The sounds of the city fade, and you feel every nook and cranny in your body thudding as you witness them make the spontaneous decision to wait for a bus.

The ‘polar twins’ resemblance they give off is unfair.

While the cargo boy’s carefree demeanor gives hours of silly photos and odd Tik Toks, funny videos, and Twitter drama, the headphones hanging around his neck pay close and serious attention to music, which you thoroughly appreciate. This particular aspect of him almost instantly makes you fall in love.

But the taller boy doesn’t fall behind either;

he closes the umbrella as soon as he enters the glassed area. His hand clasped around his brown cashmere cardigan radiates warmth and comfort, and his strikingly bare collarbones radiate needs and dreams. His contradictory aura clouds your judgment and prevents you from making further assumptions about his interests in basketball, games, and literature.

The tip of the umberlla accidentally bumps into your arm when he closes it, revealing his slight clumsiness.

His regret is evident in his eyebrows even before he says, “Sorry.” His eyes widen with it. Lovely and compassionate, with a hint of mocha. Like there is freshly brewed coffee swirling around inside his crystals.

Sparks shimmer up your arms as you watch and listen to his apology and say that it’s nothing.

The music boy’s position is to your left, as the ‘clumsy’ guy shifts to your right, which he does not realize until he apologizes.

With obvious happiness, the music boy inserts himself and begins to tease him. “He acts that way all the time, so don’t worry. If his good looks don’t work to get him noticed, he will try playing on his clumsiness.”

You can be sure that the ‘clumsy’ guy is pouting and sulking over the nonsense that was just said, even though your eyes are finally turning to the person who is seeking them.

There is an eternal smile on the face of the goofier of the two. One of those smiles that can break through the clouds and stop the rain. A ray of light, really. He breaks through the barriers of your heart with his quiet voice too. The fact that he can capture your heart with such ease and beauty is just a crime.

They may have looked the same in one frame, but now that they are essentially standing on either side of you, they are starting to show more of their charm. It gets harder to be between two extremely attractive giants as their individuality starts to emerge.

You have a sneaking suspicion that the boy you are looking at is the younger one.

And while the bright colors of the city match his mischievousness, his confidence has a short fuse. This becomes apparent when he stops coming up with new jokes for his friend and stays staring at you for longer than fifty seconds.

Before you know what the two of you are doing, his smile spreads across your face like sunlight does on tulips in the early spring. It’s an inadvertent eye lock until he realizes it’s too much. It really melts your heart to discover that he is a shyer one, and you end up melting right into the rain puddle that is at your feet.

You then take up your previous posture, facing forward. For a brief while, they distracted you from the fact that you were waiting for a bus to the hotel. As you take a big swallow, there is an odd quietness among the three of you.

You cannot help but wish that some of them would speak up and say something. Why you want this to go on is beyond you, but you want it to. Their bodies radiate a warmth that suffocates you while simultaneously providing warmth against the chilly autumn breeze. This brings you back to the point where you’re mentally cursing your app for tricking you because you were totally unprepared for today’s outing.

‘Soft eyes’, as in literally, hands you the sweather he was holding as soon as he notices that you’re shivering.

It pains you to try to turn down his offer, but you do.

Still, he refuses to accept it. “You can give it back as soon as one of our buses arrives. Keep it till then.” Ignoring your protests, he carefully places the soft wool in your hands. You have no choice but to comply with his insistence. “Besides, I don’t need it.”

You raise your gaze to him and once more meet his eyes—this time with a smile added.

You remember that when he bumped into you, he was trying to hide a smile so that he could apologize more sincerely, which means you haven’t been a witness to his smile just yet.

However, his smile has the same profound effect on you as the guy on the other side. You are sure the sun is in his heart too, just as much as it’s in his eyes. His kindness is his beauty. Very soft; almost as soft as a ball of cashmere, or similar to his cardigan’s overly long sleeves as you play with them.

Given their earlier recklessness, you would never have trusted two random boys to be this kind. So gracious as to lay you two of their favorite accessories in your possession.

One is keeping you warm, and the other, after being prodded to share the song he has been working on, is putting his headphones on you and letting his joy seep through your ears to your bones.

Feeling a little more shy, his breath hits your face, tense and warm as he’s inside. He is pulsing with understanding so as not to invade your personal space while practically failing. As if you couldn’t have done it yourself, he decides to put his headphones on you abruptly. A current is all that is moving him, and not a single conscious brain cell is applying any kind of brake.

The color hits his cheeks when your gaze meets halfway again. He’s being cheeky, though, when he asks, “Are you ready?” while towering over you.

He presses play on the song he composed after you nod with equal enthusiasm.

With the ‘soft guy’ on the right, you’re a little more confident, but when it comes to the ‘shy boy’ in front, you are a complete mess. The prospect that he’s equally as wreaked as you are is the primary cause of your emotions. They are deeply affecting you both, and even though you would prefer to hide in the next bush, you are pursuing each other naively and playfully.

Your smiles are getting bigger as you gaze at one another, but his is weaker, more fragile, as in ‘until the piece I composed gets your pass, I am afraid.’

You close your eyes because you don’t have enough in you to match that.

The outside world ceases to matter as the ambient composition intensifies and begins to resolve inside you.

You explode at the slightest touch from a ‘soft boy’ who leans in close and tries to listen through your headphones.

Since he also expressed dissatisfaction over never having heard the music, you try to be understanding and let him into your space too. He was unable to listen to it earlier due to the ‘it is not completed’ statements. This was his chance. And so, you acknowledge that this evening, everything came together to allow the two of you to feel the excitement of being the first to hear something so exquisite.

The storm itself, you can swear, ceased.

Though the sound of life is muffled by the composition in your eardrums, you can somewhat hear three heartbeats pounding in time with the music. It feels as though nothing matters and yet everything has led up to this.

‘Music boy’ watches your reactions as both of you remain silent, neither of you speaking to disturb the bliss.

This rescue is slow-moving and pleasant compared to Tokyo’s fast life. You find a brief moment of inner tranquility after so much running, fury at the weather, and anger towards the electronic device in your back pocket.

Entirely, you lose yourself in the song, and the way your lashes curl to soften the likely pictures that appear beneath your lids is proof of this. It seems that even in Tokyo, things can come to a stop.

Like a drop of rain in the countryside, your smile is sincere and pure. That is what he has composed, and that is what this is. He has awakened that within you.

Clarity and translucence—opposing to the densely scented city air, which is heavy with the smell of burned street meat and motor oil.

As distinct as the boys standing next to you, everything has a raw beauty.

When you turn to face the taller one, you find that your noses are almost in contact because of how close the headphones have brought his face to yours.

His most beautiful features are dripping with admiration as he gives you the thumbs up. Although you find the signal confusing, you nod because you think it is abrupt and cute.

Upon turning to face the musical prodigy as you currently perceive him—you having no prior knowledge of him—he grins more than ever.

With great anticipation, he asks, “And!?”

“I wish I had a better word to describe it, but it is rather majestic. The melody is lovely and seems to pour love and tranquility indefinitely. It made me feel better. Basically, thank you, is all I have to say.”

“It truly did the same for me,” remarks the tall guy, nodding. “You know, he never lets us listen to his music,” he adds, moving in closer to give the younger person a sweet shoulder shake. “This guy!!”

They both laugh it off, just like they did when they walked in beside you. They are unaware that, with those smiles, they have taken everything from you. However, as soon as you peek at the bus in the distance, read aloud your hotel’s street address, and confirm that it is your route, their smiles become lifeless and hollow almost instantly. In the same instant, the hope that they both brought about vanishes. There is a bittersweet sensation.

Even though you all know the end is near, it seems like no one anticipated it.

All of it comes crashing down: the rain, the hope, the magic, and all three of your desperate sets of eyes that cannot stop staring into each other’s faces. Each microsecond, millisecond, and second matters. Everything was brief at first, then prolonged, and finally just brief again.

“It’s time to return this,” you utter as you remove the cardigan.

Given how chilly the owner’s hands are once you skin-brush them, the wool should feel even warmer in his hands after you return it.

“You must have frozen because of me,” you point out, brows knitted in concern. “I am so sor—”

“No, I am fine, don’t apologize,” he cuts in, unlocking the umbrella as he comes to his senses and accepts the arrival of reality. To protect you from the rain until you board the bus, he says, “Here,” giving you room to move under the umbrella.

Initially, you pout, believing that rejecting him would be best, but eventually, you stop yourself and follow his instructions exactly. It’s time to savor every moment, even if it’s just spending a little time together under an umbrella, before you part ways with them and never see them again.

You remove your headphones and give them back to the cutest prodigy you have ever met. “You should start having more faith in the things you create. That was really beautiful.”

“Thank you!!” The umbrella boy exclaims in his name. “Someone at last to make him begin to realize.”

The younger boy defends himself, smiling, “Shut up.” And, even though he’s well aware that the umbrella was never meant to fit both of them, much less three people, he’s still attempting to squeeze himself under it.

You guys are all biting smiles; there is such innocence and purity to the compressed situation all of you are in. This feeling is far more intense than what you experienced as a teenager witnessing your crash in the hallways. Greater than the scorching feeling you experienced on your first kiss. Which, on the other hand, makes this even more heartbreaking than the first time your heart broke. There is something odd about it all, and it has been a long day at that.

You stay sandwiched between their bodies, which rise on both sides of you as sturdy as a brick wall. You regretfully realize that you cannot be imprisoned between them forever, even though for a brief moment you wish you could.

You can sense the peculiar chemistry has subdued the storm, and it even appears to be stopping the rain. And as it draws near the bus stop, the bus finally lets out its sharp, piercing ‘pissss’ sound. You’re thinking somewhere in the back of your mind about how this sound is going to become your least favorite sound. The noise that will always bother you the most because it’s ruining something so beautiful.

When you look into their faces, all you see is gold dust smeared in their eyes. “I’m glad our paths crossed,” you eventually admit.

They return with the same admiration, though with a sorrowful smile.

They wait until after you get on the bus. They wait for you to get comfortable, knowing that you will take their side and catch your farewell look out the window.

That is precisely what you do; you approach the first seat with that same thought in mind. Rain cascades down the glass, and the windows are a little foggy and difficult to see through due to the warmth inside.

Inside and around your heart, there is a heavy, funny feeling. You make an effort to clear the fog from the window but the moment feels so so hopeless as the bus starts to move. In actuality, all you’re doing is wiping the mist as you attempt to wave goodbye and get a good look at them for the last time. Still, it’s too late.

All that is left to do is gaze for a brief while at the vanishing landscape, registering absolutely nothing.

Finally, you tilt your head back and sigh at the biggest sigh ever. There is a distant echo of a Japanese woman’s voice coming from the bus radio. When you turn on your phone, the first thing you see is your camera folder.

It’s inexplicable why you thought it was necessary to take a picture of them with your phone while simultaneously taking one with theirs. You are left puzzled, staring at the most recent two pictures in your folder.

‘Love is a captured moment,’ you used to say. You get the impression that life is making fun of you.

It becomes really annoying to swipe between the two photos. Their boyfriend vibe is unmatched. Imagination takes over. It seems as though you have never desired anything more.

You carefully touch the screen to enlarge the images, capturing their faces with your fingertips. The attractive strangers in the photos are names you will never know.

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peachycrisis · 3 months

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Human Again

chapter 2

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The princess helped the former demon up the stairs as the rest of the residents watched in awe and utter confusion. How could this had happened? How could an angelic weapon cause all of this change? How is the infamous radio demon now a scrawny human?

“There we go, yep- one more step-“ Charlie muttered as she helped the injured man up the final stair, the man grunting in pain with each step. Charlie looked down at the man, who seemed to now be looking at her as well, the man’s eyes were dull- but alert. The man’s eyes were brown, with a little bit of green mixed in as well. It was very weird to look at the man who used to be feared all throughout hell as a helpless, injured human. The sharp red orbs on the man’s face were now replaced with big brown doe eyes- looking.. embarrassed? She sighed, stopping at the top of the stairs- feeling the man try to take his weight off of her and failing miserably.

“Woah- Al, are you okay?” the princess of hell asked as she felt the former radio demon place more of his weight onto her, the brown eyed radio host felt lightheaded and exhausted. His head fell into the crook of her neck, feeling his newly found curly hair brush up against her face and shoulders.

“It hurts a lot, you know.” he spoke into her neck, lacking the usual radio filter.

“I know, I know-“ she says, gripping onto the man, still allowing him to use her shoulders as something to balance on. Alastor winced, putting pressure back onto his own feet. “We’re almost there.” She said as they continued down the hallway slowly.

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The residents watched as the duo made their way up the stairs, confused as all hell.

“what the fuck just happened.” Angel spoke, breaking the awkward silence between them.

“I had never heard of such a thing, a sinner turning back into a human after being strikes by an angelic weapon..?” Vaggie questioned, dumbfounded at the events that just took place.

“That is unheard of, even in Heaven..”

“Well, I just gotta say- I would hi-“ Angel spoke seductively before being cut off by husk.

“If you hit on him I swear to fucking god.” Husk grumbled, everyone looked at him- surprised by his sudden outburst.

“I was just gonna say, he is kinda hot.” Angel confessed as he shrugged, everyone’s glance moved from husk to Angel within a second.

“Fuck no.”

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Once they got to Alastor’s room, Charlie helped him to the bed, before going back and closing the door for more privacy- she didn’t know the overlord very well, mainly do to him being a very private person- but one thing she did know, he would not want the entire hotel knowing about what is going on- or at least what is going on with his injury at this very moment.

“Okay, Alastor.” She started, “I’m not sure if you remember- I’m Charlie, but I think you know that already though-“

“yes dear, I know who you are.” Alastor spoke weakly. That’s right, he just mentioned the deal. Charlie internally envisioned herself smacking her own forehead. His smile continued to strain, the sharp teeth gone- replaced by a more human set. He cannot lose control. Not now, not ever. His smile strained even more as he watched the blonde woman in front of him, she looked so worried. He gripped tighter onto his coat, hugging his chest where his wound is, trying to hide it from view. He felt his breath hitch as his heart started to race… why was he panicking?

stay. in. control.

“okay, yes- um..” Charlie stuttered, looking at the man in-front of her- shock still coursing through her veins as she examined every nook and cranny- her eyes focusing down at the blood stained marks on his clothing. The clothing looked to be a little tight, possibly from the transition from a cannibal demon to a human being. She looked up and into his eyes, the man’s brown eyes looked tired and glassy as they also stared deep into hers. They stayed like that for a solid 30 seconds before the princess broke the silence.

“um…” she hesitated, looking at the arm encased in the bloody sleeve of his coat that was covering up the bloody angelic wound. She got on one knee in-front of the man and put her hand softly on Alastor’s arm, she felt him tense up, before watching him take a deep breathe and attempt to compose himself from the sudden touch. He allowed himself to loosen up, closing his eyes, putting his head down, and sighing.

“Can I see it?” She asked, gently rubbing his arm with her thumb. His breathe hitched again,

“uh- dear, i-“ his head shot up, his eyes opening- confused, scared, every emotion at once. Some strands of the overlords hair was sticking to his forehead from how much he has been sweating.

“I just want to see the damage.” She spoke reassuringly, “i won’t judge you, I promise..” the man noticeably tensed up even more, his eyes widened- his smile sharpening. His heart rate got even faster, Charlie noticed this, quickly getting up from her place on the floor, and opting to take a place beside him on the side of the bed.

“I just want to see how I can help you, is that okay?” She asked softly. The radio host finally agreed.

Charlie watched as Alastor- or the human version of who she knew to be alastor, took off his gloves, revealing flesh toned hands. She watched as his hands traveled to the buttons on his shirt, and how his hands shook with each button he needed to undo.

“Do you need he-“

“no.”

The man finally unbuttoned the last of the series of buttons, and slid the shirt off of his shoulders, revealing his chest and arms, all the same flesh color as his hands. Besides the obvious injury that stretched from the man’s hip to his shoulder, she noticed many scars littering his body, specifically his arms- she wanted to run her hands over the man’s scars, she wanted to tell him that everything will be alright… but she knows that the overlord would not want to hear any of it.

The man was stocky- thin, but built, a lot more built then his demon counterpart. His chest also contained the slightest amount of chest hair near his peck area.

“can we just.. get this over with?” Alastor spoke, his voice trembled and weak as his smile visibly starts to shake, on the verge of breaking. She took too much time examining and… exploring… the former demons body, she had barely payed attention to him himself. She watched as the mans body shivered, his eyes were wide with a mixture of what seemed to be fear and embarrassment.. the brown eyes started to well up with tears, as if he was going to break down at any moment. She watched him sniff, seeming either holding back a sob or a scream.

He could be self-conscious, she thought to herself before she looked at him, looking for a sign of reassurance that she could get closer. The curly haired hesitated, but then reluctantly agreed by giving her a nod.

She knelt down in-front of him again, taking a good look at the wound. It seemed to be starting to heal at the ends, but it was still very much inflamed and festering in the middle, with the outside skin looking red and raw.

“Alastor, you waited three days to take care of this?” She spoke… her voice shaking at the observation of how bad it truly was.

“yes…”

“Alastor-“

“I know.” he softly cried, letting a tear fall down his cheek, using one of his hands as stabilization on the bed, while the other found its way making it up to the man’s face and hair while the princess examined his bare, injured, and scarred skin.

he hated that she had to look at his body for that long.

#human alastor #injured alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #the radio demon #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel #alternate universe #alastor #hazbin hotel vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel

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starrygetou · 7 months

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𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

ship: satoru gojo x geto suguru

w.c: 1.3k

tags/c.w: fem!stsg, no curses au, gamer!satoru, eating out, vag.fingering, (slight?) dubcon, piercings (tongue, nipple, clit)

summary: satoru gets a little too invested in a game right before dinner. and suguru knows just the way to get her off (in one way and another wink wonk)

MDNI PLEASE AND THANK YOU

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“‘Toru? You finished with your match, it’s almost dinner time and I’d like you to actually eat it before it’s cold.” Suguru chimed from the kitchen, not hearing a response right away but faintly hears the gunshots of satoru’s video game. She rolls her eyes, knowing how invested her partner gets in every game, still wondering how she hasn’t left her after 6 years of being together and it bring the same story almost every night.

But that’s the thing. Yea, satoru games a lot, but so does suguru. The thing is, suguru knows when to put the controller down, to take a break, to get a snack or drink. More often than enough, satoru crawls to their bed after a long gaming session, eyes bloodshot red and aching back from practically cosplaying a shrimp for the last 4 straight hours. But suguru always knows how to pick her girlfriend up and fix her, what areas to massage deeply, nooks and crannies that need a little extra love, and so does satoru when suguru comes home from a long day of work.

Suguru then hears her voice in the other room, “he’s going mid you idiot! Don’t let him plant the bomb or else I will personally come over and do the same thing to your house.” Suguru hides back a laugh, that was another thing she loved about satoru. How brutal she can be when something is on the line. In this case..well suguru isn’t even sure. This is a newer game she has yet to try yet (damn long hours and people calling out last minute so she has to pick up the extra shift, but hey, money is money).

A thought comes into suguru’s head, a devilish one at that. She turns off the stove and sets the hot pots and pans into the oven, setting it to warm. She slides her apron off and quickly washes her hands, making sure she throughly cleans under her trimmed nails and finger tips before sauntering into the living room. Seeing her gf on a beanbag, legs spread slightly as she stares intensely at the tv, almost white knuckling the controller.

She’s wearing her pjs, which usually consists of one of suguru’s oversized band t-shirts that she uses for the gym, but satoru insists on wearing them to bed too. Along with some hello kitty shirts that she’s definitely had for too long, but she thinks it’s cute how attached she is to them. But this time, she’s chosen to forgo the usual attire, relaxing in just a cropped black tank top with light blue panties.

Suguru takes a second to take in the sight before her. Taking in satoru’s full, serene beauty before running it with her fingers and tongue. She knows how lucky she is to have a partner like satoru, but sometimes she needs an extra reminder which she’s about to get right now.

Suguru continues walking over, smiling slightly seeing how invested satoru is in her game, hopefully not too invested for what’s about to go down. Suguru slowly crawls onto the beanbag, cuddling up to satoru between her legs and arms, trying not to block her view as she adjusts her body to fully let her gf in, still playing. Suguru rests her head on st’s shoulder, lightly peppering kisses along the area, making her way to her neck. She smiles slightly hearing that satoru is on a call right now with their other friends, right now she can tell that it’s toji, shoko, and a very quiet nanami, barely registering in on the headset. She starts to kiss a little harder, lightly sucking on her neck to leave the faintest of hickies, smacking her lips as she removes her lips from the area. Satoru does her best to ignore, but she’s a weak person when it comes to her girlfriend. She moves the microphone up from its flat position, essentially muting herself. “Hi.” She says briefly, not pulling her eyes away from the tv. Suguru goes back to what she was doing before, slowly sliding her hand up satoru‘s shirt to gently rub her thumb over a pierced nipple. Satoru adjusts her seating a bit, making suguru smile and whisper against her neck, “don’t mind me, just having some fun on my own game.”

Suguru then slides down, resting her head on satoru’s inner thigh. She leaves light kisses all along it, looking up at satoru to see any sort of reaction. Nothin. Not even an eyebrow shift. Suguru’s gotta step up the anti if she’s gonna get her off this game in the next 10 minutes. She makes the executive decision to skip pleasantries, “Baby can I eat you out?” Satoru gives a quick nod and suguru smiles. Sliding her panties to the side, admiring the collected wetness on her clit piercing, how it slightly twitches when suguru teasingly blows air on it. “Someone from the heian era could eat pussy faster than you are right now,” satoru bites back and flips her mic back town, getting impatient as she berates the others on call. Suguru rolls her eyes before pressing a soft kiss to her clit, lapping up the wetness with the tip of her tongue before adjusting the both of them so she’s a bit more comfortable.

Suguru fully slides the blue panties to the side before diving in fully, pressing a sloppy kiss to her clit before sucking brutally hard. Letting the ball of her tongue piercing clash with the ball of satoru’s clit piercing as she makes out with her clit. Her finger lightly rubbing the opening of her pussy with a finger. Satoru’s thighs lightly squeeze her gf’s face, not expecting her to go this hard this fast. Choking back a moan but it partially escapes, stopping completely afterwards. She looks down at Suguru prepared to say something, but suguru isn’t even phased. In fact, it encourages suguru to push a finger into satoru. Going straight for that bundle of nerves that’s sure to finish this predicament in record time, satoru moves her mic back up. Struggling now to stay focused as she occasionally glances down, seeing and feeling just how good her tongue piercing feels working all the right spots (she knew she made the right decision years ago piercing that tongue half drunk at a NYE party).

She doesn’t last much longer. Once suguru found that special spot she relentlessly massaged it with her 2 fingers while her mouth kept up the pace on her clit, she could feel satoru’s walls clench and unclench before her orgasm came up on her like a rogue wave. She lets out a long moan, her head leaning back against the beanbag and thighs squeezing even tighter on suguru’s head. This orgasm felt different though, longer..nicer than the usual ones. She’s completely given up on trying to win the game, completely starfishing on the chair and relaxing back with the controller now only in 1 hand. Suguru laps up all her juices before sliding the panties back into place, suguru resting her head back on her thigh.

There’s a comfortable silence between them as satoru recovers, staying on the lobby screen before turning the tv off completely. They both lay there in silence, suguru lightly doodling shapes and words on satoru’s thighs as satoru lightly twirls suguru’s hair between her fingers, giving a heads up that she is in fact still alive and hasn’t traveled up to the Aether. “Can we eat dinner now?” Satoru says softly, almost croaking the last bit out. Suguru smiles and wiggles out, slowly standing up before picking satoru up bridal style. She starts to walk to their room, another thing she remembers they both love, eating dinner in bed and watching trashy tv together to unwind after a long day.

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a.n: thank you for reading :3 this is my first fic uploaded here. i hope to upload some more soon 🥳🫶🏾

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk smut #jjk geto #geto suguru #gojo satoru #gojo x geto #satosugu #sugusato #gego #goge #lesbian smut #cross posted on ao3 #gamer!gojo #man i love women #WAP (women are pog)

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midsummernightwrites · 2 years

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please baby, for me?

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x reader

word count: .9k

warnings: none!

summary: the morning before leaving on a family vacation, bradley reminds you how whipped he really is for you

note: this was supposed to be quick little 400 word drabble but it grew a bit longer than planned so enjoy

In your defense, you had told Rooster you both needed to finish packing the night before. It wasn’t your fault that he put on your favorite song and asked for a dance. You couldn’t control your actions once his hands trailed down your back and his soft kisses moved away from your lips to your neck.

So, really, it was his fault the two of you were scrambling to finish packing an hour before you had to leave for your flight.

“Got our passports,” Rooster announced as he rejoined you in the living room.

“Perfect, do you think this will be enough sun screen?” You held up the two bottles from your spot on the floor beside your suitcase.

“Yeah, that’s plenty and besides, it’s not like they,” Bradley paused, looking around the table. “Where are the car keys?”

“What do you mean? They’re next to my bag.”

“Uh, nope, they are not,” He lifted up your bag for extra emphasis, waving his hand over the empty table.

“They probably just fell, it’s fine,” You barely glanced at the empty table as you went off to grab the next items on your checklist.

“It won’t be fine when we try to leave in an hour,” He turned back towards you, “Will you help me find them?”

“Baby, if we don’t finish packing we won’t be going anywhere in an hour.” You shook your head while packing your raincoats away. “Let’s just finish packing together and then look for them, alright.”

“Sweetheart, we both know that if we’re about to leave and the keys still aren’t found, you’ll go into a panic,” he shot you a knowing look as he dug through the couch cushions.

You opened your mouth to respond, but quickly closed it when you remembered he wasn’t wrong. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself that you were both just stressed about getting yourselves and your child out the door in less than an hour.

“Alright, how about this? I’ll keep packing and you keep looking for the keys and whoever finishes their job first helps the other.” You made sure to smile as he looked over, knowing he couldn’t say no.

Rooster sighed before nodding and continuing his search through the living room. The two of you worked in mostly silence as you embarked on your tasks. He explored every nook and cranny of your living room and found some toys your son thought he lost but no keys. You worked through the checklist you had and maybe you overpacked just a bit but at least it was getting done.

“Have you seen Nick’s other swimsuit? Once that’s packed we should be all set.” You looked up from your list to see your husband halfway under the coffee table and couldn’t stop the snort that slipped out.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me where the car keys are.”

“Oh come on Roos, I already told you I don’t know where they ended up. I’ll be done packing once I find his suit so just...” A noise from the second floor of your home made you pause. As soon as you heard your son stand up in his room, you blurted out “Dibs!”

“What? What do you…” Bradley looked up in confusion until he heard your son’s steps as well. “No! No way, not happening.” He quickly jumped up and started after you.

You felt his arms wrap around your waist and pull you to a stop. “No, Bradley I called dibs!”

He twisted you around so you were facing him. “Y/N, I did not crawl around our living room for twenty minutes just for you to help Nick get ready and skip out on the search. I’ll go up and get him ready while you take your turn searching for the keys.”

You pouted up at him, gently placing your hands atop his and slowly moving your thumb up and down in a soothing manner. “Please baby? I swear for the rest of our vacation I will do anything you want. I’ll take care of Nick on the plane and get up early with him if you want to sleep in. I will do any cheesy touristy excursion you wanna go on. Please, please just let me go help Nick.”

You made sure to end your plea with a soft kiss on the lips followed by another soft please. Rooster closed his eyes for a second and once you heard his soft sigh, you knew you were getting your way.

“Fine,” he mumbled. Your face lit up and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for another quick kiss.

“Oh baby you are the best!” You smiled as you pulled away, already making your way towards the stairs. “The most amazing husband ever. Everything is mostly packed so just find the keys and his swim trunks.”

“Got it honey,” Rooster shook his head as he said his response, but you knew from the soft smile on his face that he really didn’t mind.

“Really, you are so freaking amazing,” you praised as you blew him another kiss. “I really will do whatever when we’re on our trip, I swear. And, if you want, I will totally.” You paused to mouth the phrase you didn’t want your innocent son to hear. “Anytime, like anytime and as many times as you want. Cause I love you, so so much.”

Bradley chuckled as you disappeared from his sight. He appreciated all your promises in exchange for getting to be off key hunting duty, but they weren’t necessary.

The moment you had said “please baby,” he knew he couldn’t say no to you. He never could.

“Damn, Hangman was right. I am whipped.”

#top gun fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun fanfic #top gun imagine #rooster imagine #rooster x reader

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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How would yandere turtle react to reader who is like a little sibling to them not resisting.. Just some mental breakdown, might sleep in tight dark places, bad moods alot of silence and have a lung Proplem like asthma so they need to go to a doctor to get thier annual needles? (for the reader is female)

A/N, not important: Apologies for the wait and sub-par quality. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: reader is not happy, babying, spyware, forced interaction, kidnaping, yanderes

Words: 512

Summary: Rise Turtles w/ Asthmatic, Non-Resisting Sibling Reader who refuses to interact with them

Mikey:

Mikey is overjoyed you aren’t resisting much, but is upset you’re not integrating into the family as well as he hoped, but understands you’re going through a hard time.

Mikey is very in tune with his emotions, and as much as he currently hates yours, he understands he will just have to wait it out.

Doesn’t really leave you alone for long though, constantly hanging around you or trying to force you into joining activities.

Will act really sweet and soft to you, almost like he’s trying to tame a wild animal.

Is always making your favorite food or giving you little treats, trying to bribe you into liking him.

Will get all mopey if you refuse to talk to him for more than a few days and try to guilt you by crying.

Donnie:

Is almost constantly monitoring you over your health.

Donnie puts a camera outside your room that alerts him every time you leave.

Once he’s alerted, he will either go out to find you himself, or will text his brothers your out.

Donnie will send Shelldon to your room so you can hang out with him. In Donnie’s mind, if you warm up to Shelldon, you’re warming up to Donnie.

Lets you hide in the nooks and crannies of his lab when the other brothers are pestering you too much. There’s so many tight dark spaces between all his stuff, and Donnie isn’t worried about you being hurt.

Plus, while you’re in his lab, he can keep an eye on you.

Donnie doesn’t bother you much, mostly treating you like a small child and bringing you in for ‘sibling bonding’(aka, Donnie locking you in his lab with him as he put a movie on his computer that you watch while he codes).

Raph:

Gives you space.

While Mikey’s the more hands on softie, Raph is more of a silent observer.

He makes sure you aren’t harming yourself and your inhaler is always full and nearby.

Raph doesn’t want to scare you in fear of making you pull away even more. You’re a part of the family, and he cares about you.

Babies you so much. One, you’re younger than Mikey. Tiny baby can’t do anything without Raph’s help. What if you get hurt trying to cook?

Two, you’re obviously not okay right now, and he’s worried.

Will silently watch you whenever you leave your room and will periodically check on you, just to make sure you’re okay.

Leo:

In Leo’s mind, this is resistance. He’s your brother now, and as your brother, he demands you hang out with him. Or come out of your room. Or talk. Or do anything.

Leo gets all huffy when you don’t respond. He understands you’re probably depressed, but he really wished you weren’t.

If you hide under you bed or under you blankets, he’ll sit on the floor by you, waiting for you to open up.

Leo’s almost always near you. He just wants you to talk to him.

Will take shifts with Mikey on keeping an eye on you.

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potofstewie · 11 months

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2:42AM

A/N: It’s 2:42am and the old man has been rotting my brain for a few days now so apology for it being visually lackluster. NSFW MDNI

W/C: <1K

He needed you. Maybe that’s why he was currently trying his damnedest to make you stay, to make you see how much you needed each other. He didn’t allow his mind to wonder on how he performed compared to him, he simply couldn’t. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to know if he held your plush legs tighter and higher than he did. If he hit deeper and harder and faster than he did. He didn’t even want to know if he could give you a better orgasm than he ever did.

All he knew in that moment was that you were the remedy to make his pain go away and he was yours. He knew that this was never supposed to happen. But he fucked up. All it took was an hour of sitting in silence before he leaned over and touched your lips with his. He couldn’t even call it a kiss. All they did was lightly touch each other, spit not even present on his peach colored lips. He knew that you shouldn’t have stayed put, millimeters away from his face, eyes looking up at him in a mix of anticipation and a barely hidden plea of help.

He couldn’t help but freeze when you reciprocated his action; your own “kiss” nothing but a soft touch of starved lips. You did it a second time and then he followed suit on the third time. The fourth time was when you both allowed the hunger to take over, to finally allow each other to grace another pair of lips with a kiss filled with emotion. Filled with love with no home, filled with yearning that will never be properly satiated, filled with lust that lay dormant for so long, waiting for the persons that would never come back from the dead.

The haphazard mashing of your lips would deepen and grow hotter as his calloused hands traveled to your cheeks and pushed you closer; his body craving for you. He sank into the feeling of your rushed and anxious hands snaking up to his neck and tangling in his flame colored hair; scalp missing the touch of another. The jaded and retired warrior knew that if this were to continue, things would forever change between the two of you.

He was grateful, of course, to know that his last remaining son would be far away for a few days; aching to see his friends that resided in the mountains. There would be no witnesses to the sinful act of betrayal he was committing with the lover of his eldest. As his battle worn hands traveled along your body, removing your clothing and fondling every nook and cranny and curve that was left abandoned, the man couldn’t help but look forward to the following morning.

The following morning where he’d wake up feeling a warm back flush against his naked chest; his arm wrapped around the torso and legs tangled together. The morning where he’d stay still and listen to your breathing as the events of the night replayed in his head. The night where he poured every ounce of his deserted love into you, body and soul. To him, it was more than just a mere sexual act with you. To him, it was a conversation of longing. Of needing. Of making promises to stay by each other’s side and not leave the other, no matter if romantic feelings were involved or not. The man just didn’t want to be alone again.

Feeling his eager length finally make its home inside you, you yourself began to see the taboo and disgraceful act as something more. To you, it was a trip into the past. A reminder of all the things you could no longer have. A past filled with laughter and sweet love. A past of promises for normality and safety. A past of grief and loneliness. With each powerful thrust of misplaced desire into your needy pussy, the images of him entered your mind.

The past and the present would blur with each moan of pleasure and blink from your tearful eyes. In that moment, there was absolutely no difference between them. To you, it wasn’t a moment created from sitting in a room with a man you never knew you’d be sharing the same mental torture with. It was a moment of reunion after months of separation. Months of wondering if he’d ever return to your embrace.

The unfamiliar feeling of stubble rubbing on your face with each rough and begging kiss didn’t wake you from your delusions. The deeper pitch of his groans rumbling from his body and the more rough fingers gripping and prodding your body didn’t make a difference to you. It wasn’t until the moment your release arrived that the man fully realized what was going on.

He was making love with someone he shouldn’t have ever been so intimate with. His mind that was in the midst of recovering from years of drinking whispered how bad the situation was and how much worse it would be if he released into you. But seeing your pussy coat him and your face scrunching up from the force of your release almost made him give in and decorate your walls. The man finally opted to release on your stomach; the warm feeling of his seed eliciting a soft moan from your spit covered lips.

It wasn’t until the morning after when you awoke to the feeling of a muscled arm tightly wrapped around your torso that it dawned upon you the act you committed. As a silent tear left your eye and traveled across your nose, you couldn’t help but squeeze the fingers of the man; the action a signal for comfort. It all felt so wrong but yet, you couldn’t deny just how amazing it all was.

How amazing it was to be kissed again, to be held with so much warmth and protection again, to be touched again. A soft sniffle resounded from your grief and shame stricken body as his fingers that intertwined with yours squeezed back. His grip on your waist tightened even more as you finally allowed more tears to flow; the minimal acts of squeezing comforting to you.

No words needed to be said that morning, just the soft sniffles and sighs from you echoing in the room. The man couldn’t fault you for reacting that way. He couldn’t fault you for staying put with your naked body sticking to his own nude body. All he could do was place a soft yet understand kiss onto your shoulder and hold you, his intimate action saying nothing but:

Stay.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

#original stew #shinjuro rengoku x reader #shinjuro rengoku #shinjuro Rengoku smut #rengoku Shinjuro smut #I really love this idea #of reader and shin connecting #sexually or platonically #after Kyojuro’s death

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skyward-floored · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 28: Sacrifice

Yeah I’m basically just going to do the rest of these a day behind I think... If a miracle occurs and I can get some of these out on their proper days then yay! But uh... probably won’t happen. Yeah.

It probably doesn’t help that this one is stupid long 🙄

Read on ao3

Warnings: well. Um. Discussion of death. Thinking about death. And... temporary character death.

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The sacrifice of one leads the way for the many.

A chill went down Sky’s spine as he read the inscription, and he stepped back to let the others read the words on the stone as well.

“Well, that’s not creepy,” Legend muttered, and Sky couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. The fact that the words were written on a pitch black stone in red letters didn’t help either, and Sky glanced around the room in unease.

The dungeon so far had been somewhat creepy, but not to this level. The room they were in now was large and dark, lit only by oddly purple torches along the walls that made the rock with the inscription shine strangely. Another similar dark stone stood on the other side of the room, but it was blocked off by bars, and there appeared to be no way through.

“What do you think it means?” Wind asked, standing on his toes to better read the inscription.

“Obviously a sacrifice of some kind is needed for us to continue,” Warriors said, and Time nodded slowly, rubbing his chin as he studied the stone.

“But what kind? I mean... my favorite spoon would kind of be a sacrifice, right?” Wild asked a little hesitantly, and Time shook his head.

“...I don’t think so,” he murmured.

The room went quiet as they all looked at the stone again, and Sky glanced across the room to the other identical one, squinting a little as he noticed something. He stepped over to the bars, and felt something cold land in his gut as he saw a faint outline of a handprint on the opposite stone.

“I think... the sacrifice has to be one of us,” he said in a quiet voice.

“No, no way,” Four said with a rapid shake of his head, stepping away from the inscription. “We’re not doing that.”

“I agree, that’s not an option,” Time said firmly.

“It must mean something else,” Twilight said, glancing around. “Look around for any switches or something, there’s got to be another way out of here.”

The other Links spread through the room, mostly around the perimeter, but Sky stayed by the bars, an odd feeling keeping him there. He studied the metal, then the ground, and saw a slightly darker ring of stone on the floor. It was faintly outlined in red, but nothing happened when Legend and Hyrule walked over it on their way across the room.

That must be where the sacrifice goes...

The heroes searched the room for a long time, checking every nook and cranny, trying various items to get past the bars blocking off the other part of the room. But nothing was found, and nobody’s items were able to get through. They even started trying combinations of things, but Time finally put a stop to it, saying it was getting late.

None of them spoke of the inscription as they made camp for the night, and nobody mentioned how the door they’d come in through was barred off as well.

Nobody talked about how they were trapped.

Sky couldn’t help thinking of it though, and the thought he’d had in the back of his head the entire time they’d been combing the room was slinking to the forefront of his mind again.

And as he got into his bedroll along with the others, he found sleep hard to come by.

They’d been in this dungeon for a few days now, and hadn’t been the best stocked when they’d gone inside. Nobody wanted to admit it, but they were low on water, starting to get low on food, and it would only get worse since they were trapped in this room.

They were running out of time, and there was only one way out.

Sky felt the cold feeling in his chest come back, and he rolled over, staring over at the bars that blocked off the other part of the room.

It must have been extremely late now, and the others were all asleep, worn out from the various trials of the dungeon. Nobody else was awake— they hadn’t set a watch since there was no way for anything to get in here— and Sky slowly sat up, still staring at the bars as the words on the stone ran through his head yet again.

The sacrifice of one leads the way for the many.

It was the only way through.

Sky breathed out, and looked back at the others, listening to their soft breathing. Wind was spread out like a starfish, half on top of both Warriors and Twilight somehow. Wild was curled up by the rancher, and his feet were dangerously close to hitting Hyrule in the face, the traveler back-to-back with Legend. Four was near his head, and Time was a little further away from him, more by himself then the others, but still plenty close.

All of them here, with homes and loved ones to go back to. They had so much to lose, but Sky... he had so much to make up for. So much to repay.

And between watching one of them sacrifice themselves, or being forced to endure a slow death of starvation and dehydration, trapped in this room with freedom so close...

Neither of those were options.

Sky swallowed, then slipped out of his blankets, quietly putting on his boots. He stood, then after a moment’s hesitation, fastened his sailcloth around his neck, comforted by the weight of it.

The familiar smell wafted around him as he walked across the room, and he held tightly to the pendant as he stepped into the darker circle on the floor, his hands surprisingly still.

He’d faced death countless times before, and found himself oddly calm as he stared it in the face yet again.

“I am the one,” he whispered.

Nothing happened for a few seconds, but then a quiet rumble came from the floor, the bars in front of Sky slipping away before his eyes.

He breathed out, and stepped past them, the bars immediately sliding back into place behind him. Sky slowly stepped towards the stone on the other side of the room, the handprint more obvious now that he was on the other side of the bars.

He wondered if it would be painful.

“Sky?”

He startled and looked behind him, seeing Twilight sit up and rub his eyes. The rancher looked around in confusion at the sight of Sky’s empty bedroll, but then their eyes met, and Twilight’s went wide with horror as he realized all of a sudden what he was doing.

“Sky!”

His shout woke the others, and before Sky could blink, all of them were by the bars, staring or shouting at him.

“Sky, what are you doing?!” Wind cried, his eyes wide. “How did you...”

“Sky, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but come back,” Time said in a voice that was much less steady then usual. “This is not the way.”

“You don’t need to do this,” Warriors said carefully, hand outstretched towards him. “We’ll figure something else out, just... Sky, don’t.”

Sky couldn’t stand the heartbreak on their faces as they talked to him, and he turned back around, facing the stone again. The handprint had disappeared, but he knew it was waiting for him.

He stepped towards it, and the others’ voices grew more frantic.

“Sky don’t you dare!” Four shouted, banging his hands on the bars separating them. But Sky ignored him and the shouts of the others, and continued to walk alone across the room.

“No, Sky!”

“Sky! Stop please!”

“The sacrifice of one leads the way for the many,” Sky recited quietly, and their desperate shouts finally quieted at his voice. He turned back and gave them all a sad smile, and looked over all of them again, his companions, his friends.

His brothers.

“That’s what the inscription said. This... this is the only way through.”

“It can’t be, we’ll find another way Sky, please,” Twilight begged, but Sky didn’t move.

“We’re almost out of water, and there isn’t any other way out,” he said softly. “One of us has to do this.”

“Sky,” Legend choked out, but Sky took the last few steps towards the stone without looking back.

He inhaled, taking in one last breath of the sweet smell of his sailcloth, then squared his shoulders and pressed a hand to the pitch black stone.

“SKY!”

(...)

Sky crumpled the moment his hand touched the pedestal.

He didn’t cry out, didn’t let out so much as a gasp, and Twilight could only watch in horror as he dropped to the floor with a quiet thump.

The bars lifted mere moments later, all entrances and exits opened, and Twilight bolted forward, rushing with the other Links to Sky’s side.

“No no no Sky, come on,” Four choked out as they all dropped to his side, and Warriors shoved past them all, turning Sky onto his back and pressing a hand first to his wrist, then his throat.

Twilight’s heart was in his throat, and he could only stare at Sky’s blank eyes, open, but lacking any of their usual warmth. He was reminded horribly of that nightmare Lanayru had given him all that time ago, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away, just like then, no matter how much he wanted to.

Warriors might’ve done or said more, but Twilight could only stare, and he didn’t check back in until the captain finally pulled away from Sky.

Twilight looked at him with a desperate feeling in his chest, but Warriors only shook his head. The captain’s eyes had a dull look to them as he looked at them all, and he reached forward with a shaking hand to carefully brush Sky’s eyes closed.

“There’s nothing we can do,” Warriors whispered, closing his eyes. “He’s gone.”

Twilight felt like he’d been dropped into the frozen lake at Snowpeak.

“He... he can’t be,” Wind said, voice trembling. “He can’t, that’s not...”

Hyrule moved forward then as well, hands already lit, but the moment he touched Sky, the desperately hopeful look on his face slipped away.

“There’s nothing to heal,” he said in a small voice. “I can’t do anything.”

“But there has to be something!” Wind gasped, his eyes already watering. “Don’t... don’t we have any fairies? They’ve brought us back so many times, there must— there has to be—”

“Get up Sky,” Legend demanded, hand trembling as he gave Sky’s shoulder a hard shake. “You can’t do this to us, get up.”

Sky didn’t move.

Twilight stared as Legend shook Sky harder, his face desperate, and Warriors finally tugged the veteran away, placing his hands on his shoulders.

“He’s gone, Legend,” Warriors said in a voice so full of grief that Twilight almost didn’t recognize it. “There’s nothing we can do.”

Wind let out a sudden sob, and Twilight quickly pulled him into his arms, the sailor crumpling in his hold. Warriors looked away as Time placed a shaking hand on Sky’s cheek, and the others all looked down at him, shock and grief and too many emotions to name on their faces.

“He’s not dead, he’s not,” Legend choked out, looking wildly around at the others, as if hoping someone would agree with him. But nobody spoke, Four silently crying, Wild looking like his world was crashing around him, Hyrule merely staring much like Twilight was, like he couldn’t quite believe it.

“Why would he— why?” Wild choked out, and Hyrule leaned against him, looking equally overwhelmed. “How could he—”

“He did as the stone said,” Time finally whispered, his voice somehow equally heavy and weak. “He did it for us.”

Wind let out a muffled wail in Twilight’s arms, and Twilight closed his eyes, unable to take in the scene any more.

Sky was gone.

(...)

Somehow they made it to the boss room.

They couldn’t stay in the dungeon forever (Sky had been right, they were running so low on supplies but why like this, why—), and through the haze of grief that had fallen over Twilight, he was glad that Warriors had taken charge.

Time seemed like he was floundering, barely replying to anything anyone said to him, his face eerily blank, and Twilight himself couldn’t summon up the energy to try and figure out what to do next. Nobody else was in any state to do anything, and as soon as Warriors realized, he took over.

He quickly settled into captain-mode, all emotion rapidly shoved to the side in favor of getting them moving again. Twilight could see it on his face, the blank look in his eyes as he gently prodded them all to their feet.

He’d slipped behind a mask, and Twilight was too lost in his head to even be too worried about it.

Twilight carried Sky’s body as they continued through the dungeon, barely a word passing between anyone as they trooped onward. He tried not to think about exactly what it was he was holding, and when he glanced down, he could almost tell himself that Sky was merely sleeping, eyes closed, his bangs falling over his face.

They hadn’t even discussed leaving him in the room where he’d fallen. None of them were going to leave Sky alone down here, in an eerie dungeon thousands of years from his own time.

Twilight felt another wave of grief hit him, and he looked down at the skycloth they’d wrapped around him.

Oh Goddesses, what are we going to tell Sun?

A thick sniffle came from where Wind was walking, and Twilight looked over at him, the sailor stubbornly walking onward despite the tears pouring down his face. Four was next to him, clasping his hand, and Twilight was sure Wind wasn’t the only one crying.

But they kept walking. They needed to get out of here, and then...

Wild pulled his hood over his face nearby, and Legend continued on at the front, his shoulders faintly shaking.

...Then we can grieve.

After several rooms that Twilight barely even took in, they finally went through what had to be the boss door, large and ornate. Twilight was the last through, and he gently set Sky’s body by the wall out of the way.

Something clattered, and they all drew their swords.

A dragon made entirely out of bones stomped out from behind a pillar moments later, a screeching roar coming from its throat. It glared down at them all, purple eyes glowing, and the sight of it set something burning in Twilight’s gut.

He wasn’t the only one, the sight of an enemy seeming to light something up in all of them, and they all ran forward with enraged shouts.

The fight wasn’t long, all of them fighting with an intensity that didn’t surprise Twilight in the least. Legend was the fiercest of them all, attacking like a madman, and as the others knocked off the bones on the dragon’s feet, the veteran lunged forward with an enraged cry.

His sword slipped into the ribcage of the dragon, cutting into the purplish core that laid inside. It let out a roar louder then any it had before, and the others took from Legend’s cue, jabbing their swords at the ribcage and dodging the spiked tail and teeth.

Time finally smashed straight through the ribcage itself with an especially fierce jumping slash, and Legend darted in, the dragon screaming as its core burst from the countless attacks. It writhed around the room, letting out increasingly louder screams before collapsing suddenly into faintly purple dust.

Legend fell to a knee once it was gone, and Twilight saw his shoulders shaking as he wiped his face with his sleeve. Time put a hand on his shoulder, and said something that Twilight didn’t catch, but Legend leaned into the hold, his head bowed.

Nobody was injured enough to dip into their meager supplies, and so they didn’t linger, heading for the stairs that had appeared at the dragon’s death.

The boss was defeated and the dungeon clear, but the victory felt hollow as Twilight gently lifted Sky’s body again, and headed for the exit. None of them spoke as they climbed up the stairs that had appeared in the room, and the only sound was an occasional muffled sniffle.

Twilight felt even more hollow as they finally emerged from the stifling dungeon, blinking in the early-morning sunshine that met them. They’d been spilled out into a forest clearing, more of a garden almost, birds chirping happily as the sun filtered through the leaves.

Twilight wanted to scream at the beauty of it.

Wind abruptly sat down on the grass, his eyes red, but finally dry, and the rest of them either sat beside him, or spread out, poking around the clearing, still nobody speaking.

Twilight walked around as well, Sky still cold in his arms. He wasn’t sure why he felt like he couldn’t set him down, but he didn’t want to think about it too hard. He was afraid if he did, the grief would sink it’s jaws so tightly into his heart he wouldn’t be able to do anything.

He’d let that happen once. He wasn’t keen on doing it again.

Twilight stepped idly toward a small paved area, moss growing between the bricks and up a small pedestal. A bird chirped happily from a branch above his head as he leaned down to look at the stone, and Twilight realized suddenly there were words on it, half covered by moss. He shifted Sky around, and scrubbed the plants away, squinting at the inscription.

The sacrifice of one leads the way for the many.

But if made from pure love, then death will not tarry.

Twilight stared, the weight of Sky’s body in his arms heavier then ever as he felt his heart suddenly speed up. Death will not...

Sky opened his eyes.

Twilight cried out and nearly dropped him, saved only by Wild bolting over and grabbing his arm.

“Sky?!” he gasped, and the others immediately ran over at his shout, Twilight sinking to his knees as he stared at his brother.

Sky stared up at the leaves overhead as the others leaned over him, and Twilight felt himself begin to shake as he didn’t move.

Sky, please, please tell me I didn’t imagine that, please—

“Rancher...” Four began in a small voice when several minutes had gone by. “I don’t...”

Sky suddenly jerked, letting out a series of thick coughs that made no less then half of them shriek in surprise.

He blinked several times, looking like he was trying to get his bearings, but then nearly everyone crashed into him, hugging and crying and yelling at him for being the “worst idiot self-sacrificing Hero they’d ever met.”

“Don’t do that ever again!” Wind sobbed, hiccuping with relieved laughs as he hugged Sky.

“How are you alive?!” Wild gasped, his cheeks wet as he clutched Sky’s hand.

”Gods Sky, we thought—” Warriors began, but his voice broke and he clenched tighter at Sky’s shoulder, shaking his head as he turned away.

“Never do that again,” Time said in a heavy voice, his own eye shining, and Sky could only look around at them all as they stared at him and clutched at him.

“It... did it work?” Sky said finally, voice raspy, and Twilight nodded, feeling like his heart would give out from the events of the past several hours.

“It worked,” he replied in thick voice, and smiled shakily at Sky. “We all hate you for it, but it worked.”

Sky opened his mouth again, but was cut off by Legend giving him a punch to the shoulder, his hand shaking as he stared at him.

“You— you’re horrible Sky,” he choked out, then joined the others in hugging him, his face buried in Sky’s chest. Sky hugged them back, and Twilight clutched his hand in his, skin cool but no longer icy, a healthy beat pulsing through his wrist.

He heard someone sob, and Twilight clutched tighter at Sky’s hand as everyone hugged him, clutching his hands and shoulders and holding him close as they reassured themselves that he was alive alive alive.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu Sky #lu chain #all the links #linked universe fanfic #whumptober2023 #day 28 #sacrifice #writing from the floor #the rhyme is a liiiittle iffy but it was the best thing I settled with #I tried like five different things before I found a rhyme that actualky worked #and I don’t like the ending gahhhh #anyway #today’s is coming but #...probably not til tomorrow #I’ve been too much of a mess to catch up #sorry #whumptober

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How they make Breakfast

In response to @gothicchippy , how the people of the Hellsing Organisation and Father Anderson make breakfast! Let me know if there should be a part two!

Requested: I am going to tsay that's a yes

Warnings: Mentions of blood, blood drinking, killing people, and the mention of scars

Characters: Father Anderson, Alucard, Sir integra, Seras, Walter, Pip Bernadotte

Father Anderson:

Seeing as he seems to take care of the children back at the orpahange in Italy, it seems like he would be well versed in some good breakfast making. He would let you help make breakfast and his specialt is an italian breakfast which is simple and consists of yogurt which he would take teh time to make himself, jam and bread and fluffy fresh baked criossants. He lets you help out and will try a breakfast that you might have in mind. He keeps it light and healthy for the kids making sure they are taken care of and raised healthy. He has quite the skill in the kitchen and often times he lets you relax with him ot trace the scrs on his hands as he waits for somthing to cook or bake.

Alucard:

A morning with him isn’t rare though don’t expect it to be bathed in sunlight and giggles. The last time Alucard had human food was…a long time to best put it. He never had to cook anything because his food of choice is blood and Walter took care of all the cooking for the Hellsings. Instead you take it upon yourself to cook instead, though he is never far from you offering to help we’re he can. He’ll crack eggs or toast bread, but after the first few times of trying this little endeavor you learned not to let him man the spices.

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing

She spends her days holed up in her office most time taking care of her work and looking at the papers she is being sent. Reports from all over the UK of many new young kings appear and in quick succession. Typically she could manage at least toast and Walter always made her tea, but lately even that is left wasted at the table as she works into the late hours. Without much luck and knowing you’re u favorable of her less than healthy eating habits, Walter asks you to coax her into eating breakfast. And you happily oblige, opting for a less American options, you took to fried mushroom, bacon, sausage, and nook and cranny. It was funny, she had no idea how to cook but the moment she was convinced to have breakfast with you and you asked her to cook she smiled and confident as ever she said,

“If I can’t learn how to cook for you, then I can’t call myself your lover now can I?”

With the assistance of Walter you end up at the desired breakfast and enjoy it on the terrace.

Seras

As part of trying to keep her humanity, Seras makes it a point to cook you breakfast almost every morning. Oftentimes you wake up to a bit of juice with some eggs and bacon or the very common beans and toast. When Seras isn’t out working and manages to stay up enough for you two to make breakfast. With a bit of convincing and a promise to clean anything used, she was able to get the kitchen every once in a while, with this she takes you into the kitchen and of course, you help prepare. Washing your hands consists of soap ending up in someone's hair or on their clothes and plenty of goofing around, after, she’ll bring out the sausage, eggs, potatoes, and cabbage and let you take care of the cooking while she peels the potatoes and dices them up. When everything is complete the two of you will sit down in her room and eat chatting about what you had ready for the day while she whines about Alucard or talks about the mission from the previous night. It’s pleasant and pretty sweet as she compliments you on how you can cook. As you eat, she sometimes wishes that she could to, that it didn’t have to be blood.

Walter

Being the top butler in the Hellsing manor, Walter has no trouble making a wonderful breakfast and is capable of making food from around the world. His memory may be a little behind him but he is still capable of making breakfast. He prefers to make the breakfast himself and will often serve you whatever he had made for Sir Integra that morning but if you request something different he is more than happy to oblige. He makes you bubble and squeak most mornings because it is simple enough to make and retains heat more so even if you wake up late it’s warm enough for you to enjoy it. On the chances where Sir Integra is out for the morning or someone else, Alucard, has taken care of serving her breakfast, he will take the time to teach you how to make a light pastry for breakfast.

Pip isn’t one for extravagant meals or something expensive, he’s still a mercenary. However, he does have a taste for the more expensive tasting things so in true french fashion he opts for a light pastry instead. If he is strapped for time then a bit of baguette and some fruit jelly works just fine for the both of you. Other times, if you and him are feeling especially patient you manage to properly make a pastry , while waiting, Pip will pull you into a dance leading you around the kitchen or tell you jokes or stories from his time some years ago overseas. It always comes out a little under or over done, not that the two of you mind.

@gothicchippy

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