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Undertaker (Adrian Crevan) x Reader- The Fog
Published: January 22, 2023- 1:57 AM EST Time
Word Count: 2,855
Pairing: Undertaker x Reader
Summary: While taking a casual stroll through the vacant cemetery, you are faced with a surprise encounter with the Undertaker, whom you were close with before he disappeared after the Campania incident.
“Finally”, you thought. The old cemetery was completely still, the only nearby sounds were that of the rustling trees in the wind and the flapping wings of old crows that flew by. What a beautiful, yet eerie scene it was. The fog slowly arose from the ground, blurring even the nearest sight, until you could barely make out the outline of the rusty old gate that you had entered from. Making your way down the path that led to the end of the graveyard, you stopped by the stone bench that you’d always sit at.
Usually, you and Adrian would sit out here on that stone bench and talk with each other, make jokes, or enjoy each other's silence. These vulnerable moments that you two shared is what made your bond so strong, and practically unbreakable. But for now, and for many months, he had disappeared. Very often, Adrian would have some business down at the funeral home right by the cemetery, and on many of those nights, you two would wander about and be yourselves with each other, without worry of any judgment, since this cemetery is normally vacant at night. You missed those gentle, vulnerable moments- you started to wonder where he could have possibly gone off to. Just the thought of you two possibly never meeting again brought a great sense of melancholy within you. Leaning back into the stone bench, you folded your arms and released a deep sigh.
The moon shined through the tall trees as they danced into the night to the rustle of the leaves. The fog blurred it, almost making it look as though you were to see it upon just waking up, when your vision is still quite faded. From the distance, you heard leaves crunching ever so slightly, but you thought nothing of it. You were in such a deep state of melancholy, that almost nothing would pull you out of it.
Almost nothing.
The crunching of the leaves grew closer and closer, causing you to panic.
Was someone here?
Are they going to tell me to leave?
Snapping out of your anxious state, you avert your gaze away from the distant street lanterns, and turn to explore the sound that came from behind you. At first it didn’t look like much, just black, maybe a shadow. As this black shape grew closer, you noticed long white locks of hair stood at its sides, and from the thick fog, came glowing green eyes.
There was no way it could be mistaken for anything else. Standing before you, was your one and only companion, Adrian Crevan.
You stood there stunned, in complete, utter disbelief. ‘Impossible’, you thought, how could he just come back like nothing happened? Where was he? Was he here the whole time?
So many thoughts raced through your mind, that you hadn’t realized how close he had gotten to you. As you took a few steps back to catch your composure, you stared him down. Perhaps your eyes have fooled you, and an illusion had been created from the fog that cloaked the cemetery. No, impossible- you could feel his breath in the cool air, it must have been real.
“Long time no see, (Y/N) dear..” he spoke.
“Adrian…where…how?” you muttered, at a great loss of words.
“After the incident with the Campania, I went off to Weston college to pose as the headmaster, you see. I knew the Earl would be there, and I could continue my work with…a new project of mine” he explained, as he waited for any sort of response from you.
“I…missed you..” you said as you nearly threw yourself towards him, hugging him tightly, as if to make up for all the missed company.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), really. I’ve missed you too” he admitted.
“Adrian, I truly started to think I’d never see you again. You worried me to death- don’t just wander about and disappear so abruptly, that really hurt me..” you said, frustrated.
As upset as you were with him, you couldn't have been happier to have him here with you again. You felt his luminescent eyes wander your face, and looked up to meet them with your own. It’s been quite some time for you, and finally looking at his face again, you’d thought it’d be impossible for a man to be so beautiful. So perfect. So striking.
Almost hypnotized by his perfection, you paid no attention to the way his face slowly got closer to yours. As soon as you snapped out of your trance-like state, his lips had already met yours. He gave you a delicate kiss on your lips, barely even touching you. The feeling of his lips barely brushing against yours, so close yet so far, made you eager for more. It was as if he was teasing your mouth with his own.
Pulling back, he gently placed his slender hands around your waist with a firm grip and leaned towards your ear.
“It’s okay (Y/N)- there’s no need to say anything- I know. I love you too” he whispered, sending shivers down your back as his breath tickled the skin of your neck. He moved his hand from your waist to the back of your neck, placing more kisses on your lips. At first they were quite sloppy, and so delicate that your lips barely even brushed against each other’s. Then after several moments, the kisses gradually picked up more intensity. He could tell how eager you were, how badly you wanted to him to take you right fucking now, and for the both of you to make each other feel good with your own bodies.
But you were nervous too. You hadn’t seen him in so long, and even before that, you two were just friends, or perhaps close companions even. You’d never imagined this would really happen, despite how many nights you stayed up thinking of it. Thinking of how he’d feel or how he’d sound, and many other indecent thoughts.
Somehow, you had been so deep in thought yet again, you hadn't realized he stopped kissing you. Now, you gasped as you felt his lips on your neck, licking your ear and jawline every few moments.
Fuck. This feels so good. Is this even real?
“Adrian, wait…” you interrupted.
“Hm? What seems to be the matter, dear?”
“It’s cold..and I don’t want to do this out here” you answered.
“I see, let’s get you someplace more suitable”
Without another word, he picked you up bridal style and made his way towards the funeral parlor. How odd of a place to do something so intimate. But you didn’t mind, he worked there anyway, and it almost became like a second home to you. Shutting the door behind him, he took you to the receiving room of the funeral parlor where there were a few couches, tables, and multiple lamps that lit up the room perfectly, but still left the room dim. It was almost a normal living room.
Placing you back on the ground, he placed a firm kiss on your lips. Caressing your cheek with his hand as he brushed his thumb against your lips, he looked you deep in your eyes.
“Certain you want to do this, dear?” He asked
You nodded in response, a bit shy to really say anything.
“(Y/N), your words. Use your words, I want to hear you say it and be sure you want this” He added.
“Adrian..” you spoke, not really sure what to say.
“I…really want this. I want to feel you, I need it..” you finished.
“Whatever you please, my lovely” he said, grabbing your hand as he kissed it, locking his fingers into your own.
With great care, he slowly began removing your clothing, careful not to rush it just in case you would change your mind or get uncomfortable, so he could give you time to express any discomfort. Finally, he’d removed all of your clothing, as you attempted to cover yourself in embarrassment. You still had your panties on, so you tried pressing yourself against him to cover your chest.
He grabbed each side of your face with his hands, pulling you into another kiss. Without warning, he picked you up and put you on the green, velvety couch where the lamp sat next to. Kneeling in front of you, he spread your legs apart and placed them around his shoulders. You flinched in embarrassment, making him chuckle under his breath.
“You’ve waited so long for this, yet can’t hold onto your composure” he teased.
“Adrian!”
“Sorry my pretty, just teasing”.
While he gently kissed along each of your thighs, he occasionally reached up and played with your nipples, making you squirm in pleasure. Tracing his long nails against the thin fabric of your panties, he pulled them aside, not yet fully removing them. The sudden exposure of air against your drenched pussy caused you to bite your lip. He began moving his fingers just on the outside of your pussy, paying careful attention to the area just above your clit, making sure to be extra gentle.
Unconsciously, you began to loosen up and allowed yourself to let out a few moans and your breathing became slightly faster and harder, until you were panting as his fingers moved in all the right places.
He took off your panties and tossed them aside, leaving you fully exposed and vulnerable in front of him.
“(Y/N)” he spoke, “Show me how you like to be touched” he ordered.
“But, I enjoyed what you were doing. Could you…keep going please”
“Oh? But (Y/N), I want to watch you pleasure yourself. I want you to make yourself into a mess as I watch” he added.
Shyly and hesitantly, you moved your hand down to your pussy and rubbed yourself in slow circles. With your best attempt, you tried to replicate the motions he did on you, and make yourself feel as good as he made you feel. It just wasn’t the same, you needed him pleasing you, your own hands were not nearly enough compared to how he was making you feel.
“Could you…keep touching me like you were” you asked shyly, feeling your face heat up rapidly.
“Aww, how sweet. I knew you’d be needing me” he teased.
He gave your drenched pussy a long lick up and down. And then another, gradually picking up the pace. Now, he was eating you out, seemingly determined to taste every bit of you. Before you could cum, he paused, and watched as you struggled to keep yourself together.
“I don’t want to wear you out so soon, dear. Please be patient for me” He said.
Standing back up, he stood over you while you were still on the couch, leaning down to kiss you once again. Once he pulled back, he grabbed your hand and slowly rubbed it against his dick through his clothes. Despite your intense fluster, you still grabbed and played with him through the fabric, making him release low, quiet moans.
The sound was like music to your ears as it filled the silent, dim room. You could barely believe you were actually there, making him feel this good. But you loved, you loved the sweet noise that escaped his mouth with each gentle movement.
Barely able to wait any longer, he quickly pulled his cock out from his pants as you hesitantly grabbed it, stroking it slowly at first.
“No need to be shy, lovely. It’s all yours” he reassured. His words gave you goosebumps, making your stomach flutter in excitement.
Your strokes quickly became steadier and less hesitant, causing him to grunt and moan more frequently now. Looking at the way his cock fit into your hand as you stroked it was almost a…delicious sight to say the least- you needed to know how he tasted. Slowly, you flicked your tongue across his tip, using your lips for a little suction. He gasped slowly in surprise at your sudden movement, moving your hair aside so you could please him more efficiently. Still sliding your tongue up and down at a slow pace, you could feel the slightly salty precum in your mouth.
The taste of him in your mouth made you need more. Sliding your tongue across the tip wouldn’t do it, you wanted his cock to fill every corner of your mouth. You slowly took in a bit more at a time, until you were sure you couldn’t take anymore of him, and used your hand to stroke the rest you couldn’t fit.
“You’re…Nghh” he struggled “getting used to this rather quickly aren’t you, my pretty” he managed to say between his soft moans and grunts.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” he added.
Just the sound of his voice was enough to send you over the edge. You began to stroke him faster while focusing your tongue on his tip, watching as he started to come undone just from your mouth. Hearing him let out even the slightest whimper felt so amazing, as his noises filled up the quiet room.
“(Y/N) hold on a moment” he said, gently pulling your head away from his throbbing cock, as the precum continued to leak down his tip.
“I want to savor this- right now it's too soon for it to be over” he explained.
“Lay back down on the couch for me” he ordered.
Laying back down on the couch, he climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists to the arm of the couch with one of his hands. He used the other to gently caress your face as he kept eye contact with you, a soft expression on his face.
He let go of your wrists and began placing kisses along your body, taking time with every corner of your skin. As he carefully rubbed your nipple with his thumb, he took the other in his mouth, flicking his tongue on it. Without breaking eye contact, he took the other nipple into his mouth once again, as a string of saliva trailed from his mouth.
If you were to be honest, this the most erotic sight you'd ever seen. The way he’d shamelessly held eye contact with you while fondling and sucking your breasts.
Suddenly, you felt the tip of his cock brush up against your pussy, making you flinch. You could still feel the wetness of your own spit on his cock when it just barely rubbed against you. He pushed your legs closed together and thrust himself between them, rubbing against your desperate, throbbing cunt.
“Please…I want to feel you” you pleaded.
“Hm? Not sure I heard you there” he teased. He knew exactly what you needed.
“I need you inside of me, please stop teasing me, would you” you said desperately, hoping he’d finally fuck you senseless.
“Good girl, asking so nicely” he cooed.
Finally, you felt him push past your entrance as he slowly fit himself inside of you an inch at a time, careful not to hurt you. He started off painfully slow, making sure you could feel every vein and curve of his cock as he throbbed inside of you.
“Are you enjoying yourself, dear?” he asked, as he held your chin up forcing you to look at him.
“Mhmm” you muttered, not quite able to speak coherently. Right now, you felt vulnerable under him, but regardless, he made you feel safe and comfortable.
“You can cum whenever you're ready, I believe I’ve teased you enough tonight, haven’t I?” he added. His thrusts began to pick up speed, as he arched his back slightly to hit all the spots inside you even better. The sound of skin slapping, and both of your breathless pants and moans filled the room as you two got closer and closer to orgasm. To make things more intense, he placed sloppy kisses against your lips while you moaned, drowning out your noises.
He went from soft grunts and moans to little whimpers and pants as he got closer, and his movements became sloppier. Just watching him become such a mess, hearing his whimpers was enough to get you off so much faster. Desperate to cum, you started moving your own hips to match his pace.
“(Y/N), I’m…nghh” he exclaimed, before finally cumming inside of you as your cunt continued to throb on his cock even after you've both finished. As you nearly collapsed, trying to catch your breath, you felt his warm cum fill you up.
“I love you, (Y/N). So much” he said as he lazily kissed your lips, collapsing at your side as he held you.
After unconsciously falling asleep, you woke up in a dark room, only now, you were clothed in your nightgown. You looked to your side and saw Adrian asleep on the bed next to you.
‘The bed? He must have taken me here while I was asleep’ you thought.
Seeing him sound asleep next to you made you feel safe and reassured. Pulling the covers back over yourself, you snuggled behind him, wrapping your arms around his body as you breathed in his comforting scent.
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🕯You can't believe your eyes, control is so hard to keep
Obsession can be hell from which you'll never be free ⚰️
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Goodnight or morning, wherever you are, dear reader🎞
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Sapsorrow - Chapter 1
Masterlist here, Mood Board here.
Word Count: 6,022
Song Accompaniment: La Petite fille de la mer
This is the first part to a multi-chaptered series. Thank you @feral-artistry for brainstorming with me and shepherding me into the right direction.
Themes: enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, forced proximity, lord and subordinate, one bed trope, apprehension, mutual pining, obligation, slow burn, eventual love, protective, "where is my wife" trope.
The cobblestone steps greeted your eyes with an iron and intimidating intensity, your future as uncertain as the words that were addressed to you regarding your newest undertaking. Two wards under the care of the Lord of Kuraigana were allegedly in dire need of training in the art of navigation as they began interacting with the upper classes. At risk of embarrassment, Lord Dracule Mihawk had humbled himself with his carefully and hastily composed words and sent them through to meet your eyes only.
Clasping firm the address within your fingertips, you reopened the rolled scroll to once again read over the words Dracule Mihawk had written to you. You smoothed over your formal title with the pads of your fingertips, reading the carefully crafted words beneath to ensure you did not misunderstand any minor detail:
“I hope this letter finds you well.
I will not dance around the issue at hand with formalities and fluttery words. I need use of your abilities as a trainer and governess.
Your resume speaks volumes, and your many debutants and young lords you have presented under your guiding hands have captured my attention with their attuned supremacy in handling all manner of circumstances. Although my wards are not of debutant age: both much older than the appropriate age of presentation, I find myself out of depths in training them to handle the upper class as fluidly as I know you are capable of doing so.
Two young adults: one young unrefined gentleman in need of carving down to size, and one young lady who I cannot donate my time to attune to her femininity.
I simply can’t - I cannot handle it. - Please can you – I need -
Should you desire to undertake such a challenge, I would humbly request – I expect you could – please find the disclosed location for my castle at Kuraigana.
To run the risk of sounding desperate, I once again reiterate: I need you, Governess.
I look forward to hearing your reply, and should you accept the position, I shall adjust wings accordingly for your stay along with discussing wages.
Kindest regards,
Lord Dracule Mihawk of Castle Kuraigana.”
Rereading his honest words, and smiling at his scratched and stricken notation, you began your ascension up the towering steps towards the large double doors of the keep. Having met the ex-warlord a handful of times at events held by the world government, you had never assumed he had paid heed to many of your accomplishments as a finishing instructor and governess to the upper class. Always professional, never swaying your gaze from your pupils and debutants under your watchful instruction, you could maybe recall a small amount of polite conversation between you and the Lord of Castle Kuraigana.
Again, you found yourself recollecting the handful of times you had spoken to the warlord in the past. He had always been professional, and you had always reciprocated in an appropriate manner to him.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
“Governess,” a smooth voice addressed you at your right hand side. Unmoving your gaze from the young gentleman you had been training for the past eleven months, you smiled and nodded your head in acknowledgement.
“Warlord,” you addressed him in return. Your pupil had finally worked up the courage to ask a young lady to dance, an action prompting you to sigh in both pride and relief.
“One of yours?” He asked, his voice quirking up at the end in question. Although it was deemed impolite to disregard a member of the upper class, you could not tear your eyes away from your young student as he was following the proper mannerisms of courtship. He extended his right hand, bowing politely to the young woman as she accepted by placing her gloved fingertips within his own.
“Indeed,” you drew out your response, cocking your head to the side to follow your pupil with your gaze more thoroughly. Your student began effortlessly twirling the young lady on the dance floor; swaying her to the melody performed by the stringed quartet. The twin violins began to swell, the viola accompanying their melody with harmony while the cello droned the bass notes effortlessly.
“He’s doing quite well,” he complimented with a polite expression within his tone, “I offer my praises to your abilities.”
“They always do,” you replied with a small smile tickling left hand side of your lips, “and thank you for your kind words, Lord Dracule.” Mihawk hummed in response, holding firm his yellow gaze affixed to your young pupil as he spun the debutant within his arms.
Both you and the warlord at your side allowed several moments to pass between you as you witnessed the successful maneuver of carefully articulated dance moves to be initiated by your student.
“Do you dance, Governess?” he asked you with a lazy air of curiosity about him.
“I have an array of many talents at my disposal, Warlord,” your smile broadened, “musicality, linguistics, formal ceremonies, and dance are a few skills I can call on from time to time. However,” you finally allowed yourself to look away from your pupil to focus on the awaiting gaze of the man beside you, “I find myself relishing in the propel of my students rather than to chase the thrill for myself.”
“Indeed,” he nodded, bringing his right hand to clasp the tip of his broad hat within his thumb and index finger, “until the next soiree, Governess.”
“Warlord,” you crossed your right leg behind your left, your toes curling beneath your foot as you bent in a low stooped curtsey. Your eyes shut politely before you rose, dragging your toes against the floor to brandish at your side and turning your back to the gentleman.
Stalking the perimeter of the dance floor, you once again found your pupil: he attempting to engage with the young lady’s chaperone to indicate his intentions of courtship. Another blissful sigh of the night fell from your parted lips, brimming with glee at another successful pupil finding a potential partner within the upper class. Unaware to the two amber eyes honing over your figure, you continued to fix your gaze on the young man, smiling further as he bowed lowly to take his leave and join once more with you.
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Drawing the back of your knuckles upwards and rapping politely from the door, you stepped back and smoothed over the front of your formal governess attire. Hearing clangs, clashes and heavy laden footsteps falling in a thud towards the door, your eyes finally met with the warm, hazelnut gaze of a tall man with moss-coloured hair littering his scalp in an array of tussles.
“The fuck do you want-,” he began, halting as soon as a pale palm and slender fingers grasped his cream-coloured shirt and thrust him inside. Hastily closing the door behind him and stepping out into the foyer lay the towering form of the broody warlord who wrote to you.
“Governess,” he addressed you, sucking in an exasperated breath through his teeth. You took in the gentleman falling from the doorframe. His intimidating and intense aura was tainted with a slight amount of dishevelment.
“Warl-,” you halted your words, recognising his relinquishment of his prior status with a small quirk of your chin, “force of habit,” you smiled at him, lacing your fingers behind your back before correcting yourself, “my lord.”
“I will not hold it against you. It takes some adjustment,” he nodded. You bowed your head in a polite curtsey before again raising your gaze to beam against your new employer.
“Your latest protégé, I assume,” you nodded your head towards the door, eyes beaming with a small air of teasing.
“My latest project. As you can see,” he, himself, nodded his head towards the recently shut door, “his manners and language are of the highest priority.”
You hummed in response, looking over your latest recruiter with an intense and examining gaze. He took the opportunity to straighten his attire, rotating his shoulders back to adjust his posture upright and rigid, as was how you had come to acknowledge his stature through your prior interactions.
“Your letter-,” you began, halted by the palm of Mihawk’s hand presenting itself before your eyes.
“-I apologize for my hastily written words. I should have thought about them further before sending for you,” he commented, cutting off your sentence with a bored and dismissive tone. You clenched your jaw, displeased by his silencing of your words. Humming and straightening your own posture, you began looking up at him with a challenging intensity.
“I agree, my lord. Before you interrupted my words,” you coughed to release a small amount of agitation from your throat. “you currently have two wards in your care?” He roughly sucked in an air through his nose, shutting his eyes to rid himself of his own abrasive emotions. He reopened them, his pupils immediately narrowing in on your own.
“Yes,” he gruffly confirmed, his agitation not hidden by his rough words.
“And you require my help with rearing them?” you asked once more, stepping towards his towering form. He again inhaled very slowly to calm the simmer of his anger rising upwards.
“Yes,” he hissed from clenched teeth, again confirming his need for you. You smiled softly at him before turning your gaze towards the door once more.
“How wonderful,” you commented, stooping to reclaim your bags from the doorstep as Mihawk held his honeyed-gaze on your form, “I simply can’t wait to get started.”
“I would not be so eager, if I were you,” he reprimanded, reaching behind him to clasp the handle to reopen the door.
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The ornate hall was decorated from the top of the roof floating all the way to the join against the floor with intricately painted designs. Angelic silhouettes or seraphim and cherubim floated at the highest point of the design, painted clouds parting to reveal the radiant beams of sunlight warming their drawn smiles. This was not a sight you foresaw, judging from the dark and gloomy halls and wings of Castle Kuraigana in the many rooms prior.
No. This room was special. Something truly holy and sacred to contain the vast accumulation of wealth displayed on the ornate, glass shelves and carved marble. Gemstones glittering with colors of the darkest of reds to the pastel hue of a magical and mossy green lay perfectly cataloged along the benches. The golds, silvers, coppers and platinum bands and bangles reflected the light beaming from the stained glass with drawn back, velvety curtains showcasing their majesty.
You should not be here.
Those were the words that you thought as your right arm lay laced within your pink-haired debutant pupil as she guided you throughout the beautiful halls, with your green-haired ‘gentleman in training’ lay sculking behind you with his left hand clutching the neck of a brown-stained beer bottle. You couldn’t hear a word she was uttering through her enthusiastic lips, no doubt informing you of the different historical properties and peculiarities lord Dracule Mihawk managed to procure over his time with piracy, and purchases he made under his former title as Warlord of the Seas. You were simply awestruck by the different paintings, musical instruments and finery fabrics that lay embroidering the perimeter of the room with their carefully attuned presence.
“And this one,” Perona’s voice shook you from your trance as she escorted you to the center of the room, “This one is my favorite. I don’t know exactly why he’s put it on the cushion, but I enjoy trying it on from time to time.”
You drew your gaze to the plush, deep emerald cushion. Laying in the center of the plush object lay a small circlet of gold, the central piece being a smoked piece of moss agate with the green floating across the circular stone. Compared to the other pieces, this one appeared to be of far lesser value in its make and mastery.
Perona pulled you towards the pillar the cushion was sitting comfortably atop, a wide grin pulling at her lips to beautifully decorate her cheeks. Unlacing her arm from within your own, she reached up to take the small ring within her slender fingertips; rolling it over in her palms before trying it on each of her fingers. The band easily slid off each of her long fingers, a small giggle falling from her parted lips as she did so.
“Zoro,” she elevated her tone in addressing her peer, “Come over here, you try it.”
“I’d rather not,” he grunted, raising the beer to his lips and taking a swig.
“And I’d rather you refrained from drinking alcohol so early in the day, young man,” you chastised him, gesturing to the glass bottle clutched tightly in his hands. His brows furrowed in a deep frown at your words. Making unblinking eye contact with you, he raised the tip of the bottle to his lips and hurriedly gulped down the yeasty brew to relinquish its presence within the container.
“I don’t have to do what you tell me, Governess. I neither need you, nor do I want you,” he spat in a gruff grunt, walking over to your place beside the cushion and taking the gold circlet from his peer’s hands. Unable to get the object over the first bended knuckle of his thumb, he tried three of his fingers with similar resistance while continuing to hold his frown against his brow.
“There’s no way this thing is getting on my-,” he halted his words as the ring slipped over his secondary knuckle on his smallest finger; immediately lodging the small band atop it. Looking between you both, eyes now widening with a small air of panic, his words struggled to flee from his lips.
“I-It’s stuck,” he gasped, gulping back his stress within his throat, “I-I can’t get it off. Help,” he quickly darted his eyes between you both, looking down at his swelling pinky finger and back up, “don’t just stand there! Do something!”
Perona, immediately sensing Zoro’s panic, lunged towards him and began pulling and tugging at his fingers. Zoro yelped as the young woman almost dislocated his finger under her strain.
“For fucks sake, Perona! Stop!” Zoro yelped with his voice, cradling his left hand within his right and soothing over the back of his knuckles, “Governess, you do it!”
You shook your head, a small sigh falling from your lips as you slowly drew yourself closer to the towering form of the unrefined swordsman. Clearly Mihawk was telling the truth in your abilities as a trainer and governess being of use to sculpt his wards into shape.
“I thought you didn’t need a governess, Zoro,” you kept a stern air with your voice, presenting your right palm upwards as a gesture to collect his left within it.
“I don’t,” he spat with a small tremble in his tone, immediately placing his swelling hand within your gentle grasp. You smiled and carefully inspected the digit with your examining gaze and the gentle and featherlight touches of your fingertips.
“Clearly,” you jabbed back at him, allowing your touch to attempt to rotate the band circling his pinky finger. The ring had a large amount of resistance, unable to move the object under your gentle touch. You sighed, reaching into your pocket to trace over a variety of hidden objects within your collection. Small scissors, a single bobbin, safety pins, and spools of cotton string jangled around in your pocket as you finally collected the object you were searching for. Drawing it up, you rolled it over beneath the pads of your thumb and index finger and revealed the length of the dark, satin ribbon to Zoro.
“I need to lace this around your finger to tighten the swell,” you said, following through with the action as you informed him, “and should all things go according to plan, I will be able to-,” you heard an echoed footbeat click against the hall outside the large door. All three of your eyes widened as the calculated thump drew nearer and nearer to the treasury door.
“Get to it, then!” Zoro’s harsh whisper commanded you, prompting you to continue tightening the ribbon over his finger. As the area compressed, the ring began moving back over his knuckle and slowly drawing its way down to his fingertip. This is not how you imagined your introduction to the two wards to go, but something you should have prepared for regardless.
Clearly Dracule Mihawk was not exaggerating your overzealousness in commencing your undertaking so hastily. The thumps fell silent as the crescendo of the steps fell in front of the large door. The shadow beneath the wooden frame halted its movement, a small rotation of the handle began to hasten your movements and increase the motion of your hearts rapidity.
Finally, the object was unceremoniously flung from Zoro’s fingertip and rang in a bell-like jingle against the polished marble floor.
“Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up,” Perona hastily whispered her commands to you with a frantic air to her words.
As the door flung open, you backed your way towards the object with your eyes holding firmly against the darkened silhouette. Stooping low and quickly finding the object, you hastily drew back up to your prior, formal posture and held your hands fastened behind your back. Zoro immediately drew himself between you and Perona, his form attempting to shield the velvet pillow from showcasing its bare surface to his mentor.
As your eyes met with the amber, calculated stare of the former warlord in front of you, all thoughts of sense fled from your mind. You immediately slipped the circlet onto the third finger of your left hand, holding it secured for safe-keeping. You were hoping to wait until his back once again turned for you to place it back on its comfortable position atop the dark, green cushion. But alas, not all things go according to plan.
“What are the three of you doing in the treasury?” his eyes narrowed, examining the three of you with a harsh and calculating gaze before immediately drawing his body closer in. He shoved the swordsman out of the way of the pillow, his eyes widening as his sights were met with nothing than the material of the plush pillow.
“W-Where,” he began, coughing slightly to rid himself of his panic, immediately looking to Perona, “where is the ring? Where did you put it, Perona?”
Before the pink-haired ward could answer and was unwilling to wait for you to offer an explanation, Zoro spoke up.
“She wanted to see it,” Zoro nudged his head to your form and laced his arms over his broad chest. You snapped your eyes over to the green-haired swordsman, clenching your teeth hard in anger at his words behind your thinned lips. You drew your eyes back to the lord of Kuraigana as he immediately sought out your forearm and harshly yanked it from its place laced behind your back.
“What are you-,” you began, immediately halting your words within your throat as you witnessed all of the pale color draining from Dracule Mihawk’s face as his expression changed from panic to absolute terror behind his amber eyes. You sucked in a stifled breath as he immediately clutched at your fingertips with both of his hands. He gasped, bringing his eyes over the gold circlet firmly placed effortlessly over your wedding-ring finger.
“N-No,” he stifled out, gently thumbing over the gemstone placed on your finger beneath his firm hands. As his hands clutched yours within his, you could almost feel them trembling beneath your own, “Why would you-, how could-, why would you put it on.”
“I-It was an accident,” Perona’s voice squeaked from beside Zoro, prompting your eyes to look at her in panic.
“You accidentally found yourself within the halls of the treasury?” Mihawk hissed at her, prompting her to cower behind Zoro. A pregnant pause fell between the four of you within the room, tension arising in a swell so suffocating you could tangibly feel it throughout the room.
“I can remove it,” you offered in a small voice, drawing up your right hand and gently placing it over Mihawk’s knuckles. He drew his eyes from their place holding against the ring to your two orbs. A small softness threatened to peak through his intensity, before he sighed and furrowed his brows.
“We are well past that now,” he sighed, removing his hands from their place clutching yours. He moved his neck in a small rotation, relieving the tension with a small ‘click’. He sighed once more, pinching his brows between his thumb and index finger and drawing himself away from the three of you. His boots began rhythmically falling against the floor as he paced from side to side.
“I’m assuming you do not understand the significance of such an object?” He uttered, drawing his eyes against yours once more. You gently shook your head, furrowing your brows at his words.
“All of us had one,” he spoke up, “the warlords and higher ups within the world government. I’m surprised at you, Governess.” Immediate realization hit you in the face with the intensity of a cannonball. You immediately drew up your right hand again to take off the small circlet from your finger.
“If I’d have known-,” you began, stopping only as you felt Mihawk’s hands atop your own to halt your movements.
“-As I said,” he again informed you, “we’re well past that.”
“Will one of you spit it out to clue us in?” Zoro’s gruff voice called to you both, “we’re in the dark here.” You let a shaken breath release from your lips as you looked down to your finger. The beautiful circlet of terror was truly an amazing piece, albeit not as spectacular as the other pieces within the treasury.
“These rings were made specifically to hold a particular covenant,” you uttered darkly, shutting your eyes, “none were the same. Each attuned specifically to the individual who purchased or claimed it.” You shook your head and drew your hand back from within Mihawk’s.
“Why would you have such a thing, my lord?” you asked him, not drawing your eyes back up from its place affixed to the floor, “You do not seem the type to desire marriage or courtship.” Both Perona and Zoro’s jaws fell slack, looking between each other before falling their widening eyes back to their mentor and lord.
“Which is precisely why I commissioned such a piece,” he commented, turning his back away from you and his two wards, “I will write to the appropriate channels to inform them of such an event.”
“I hardly see that as necessary,” you replied while drawing up your right hand to tug at the item attached to your left ring-finger.
“You placed it on your hand,” Mihawk informed you, gesturing to the object attuned to your flesh, “and now, unfortunately, we must bear the consequences of such an idiodic undertaking.”
You sucked in another hissed breath through your teeth, your tongue placed against the back of your top two teeth. Never had you so much as thought about marriage, opting to remain forever in your solitude in training the upper class to begin their courtships with poise and elegance. You were content with working your way through singledom: first achieving the status of Spinster and well on your way to becoming a Thornback or Doomwitch, you had never considered marriage a prospect for yourself.
But this gemstone encrusted within a finely tuned band of promise held a different fate for you. This hand of horrors now held your fate clutched entirely within its circlet of destiny. What this ring was intended for, and was now holding you completely to complete its obligation, was for you now to join with the owner in holy matrimony. Whom shall ever place the ring on your joining finger, and have it fit perfectly beneath its band with no need for alteration, would find themselves committed to wedding the owner of such a prize.
You felt your eyes beginning to sting with a foreign sense of hopelessness as you gazed upon the mighty band atop your ring finger.
“I will simply cut off the finger,” you declared, a rise of destiny swelling your chest alongside its solid intentions.
“It matters not,” Mihawk declared, refusing to turn to look at you, “the sign has already been addressed. We are to wed and, unfortunately, there is nothing either of us can do about it.”
“And if I refuse?” you quirked your head to the side, affixing your eyes to the band on your ring finger once more. Mihawk halted his pacing, looking over his shoulder at you through his peripheral vision.
“You know very well that neither you, nor I, can halt the ribbons of destiny,” he spat in an agitated breath. He was enraged, his thoughts and actions eclipsed with a fury he had not felt in a long time. You sighed, shaking hands drawing themselves down in front of you as you stepped closer to the former warlord before you.
“Fine,” you spat, rotating your shoulders back and affixing your posture to the most rigid state you could make it.
“Fine?” Mihawk questioned, turning to face you once more at his spot firmly placed beneath the door of the treasury. You immediately flung yourself into a trade of impossible circumstances to complete, one thought outrageously eclipsing the other with its demands.
“I require three things in order for us to wed, former warlord of the seas,” you uttered in a low and serious tone. Drawing up the finger containing the moss agate ring, you placed it on your bottom lip to ensure the cursed item did not miss a single syllable of your demands.
“To wed, I require three items,” you narrowed your eyes and lowered your forehead to the floor. Glancing up at the World’s Greatest Swordsman, he ushered you to enlist your demands before the ring. Grasping at straws, you decided to list three impossible items that dawned on your mind, carelessly spitting them out as they dawned on you.
“For the ceremony; I require a dress that is as radiant as the moon. A dress that glows with a hue so majestic, it eclipses all else with its mastery,” you declared, drawing your irises up to meet the honey-hue of the man who was entrusted to fulfill such an obscure demand.
“And what of the other two, Governess?” he spat in a serious and low tone. Refusing to shy away from such a verbal challenge, you declared another outrageous demand.
“For the reception,” you quirked your head to the side, stepping yourself closer to his towing form, “I require a dress so magnificent, the stars are envious of its sparkling vibrancy. Deep and darkened material accompanied by dust and orbs of glimmering starlight is what I require.”
Refusing to draw down the ring from your lip, you drew yourself uncomfortably close to the lord of Kuraigana and maintained a serious air of propositional eye contact.
“And the final demand?” He questioned, looking to your bottom lip lying flush against the cursed stone wrapped around your second littlest finger on your left hand. You took a moment to collect your thoughts, looking down at the piece clutched firmly against your finger. You sucked in a final, shaken breath through your teeth and parted your lips to release it from your chest with your last request.
“Sunlight,” you uttered quietly, drawing your eyes up to meet with the intense, narrowed gaze of the swordsman before you, “I require a dress that meets the intensity of the sun with its rays of gold and copper. An accumulation of material so outrageously forbidden, it be intended for your eyes alone with its intended purpose. A dress so scantily designed,” you stepped closer in proximity to the man before you, glaring up at him beneath his feathered hat, “that you will find none to ever match its equal in both color and provocative appearance. This be the final demand I ask of you, my lord.”
He sucked in a winced breath through his teeth and snarled at you.
“You ask me to meet three impossible circumstances for me to ever claim you as my bride?” He hissed, stepping closer into you. You felt his intense breaths exiting from his nose onto your face as he continued to snarl at you.
“Yes,” you nodded in confirmation. In your logic, if he was never able to meet those three impossible tasks - you would both get what you desired. Living forever in a dance of singledom, honing in to master your respective industries.
“A dress akin to the glow of the moon,” he confirmed with a curt nod, “another that is as radiant as the stars that litter the night sky.” Stepping closer again to you, drawing the ring away from your bottom lip to claim within both of his hands.
“And-,” he found the final demand catching within his throat. Watching the bob of his Adams apple brought you a sense of glee you did not intend of feeling on the first day you were invited to grace the presence of the castle; as you were initially hired to undertake the training of his two wards.
He uttered in a low tone, barely above a whisper; “lingerie that is as vibrant as the sun, cascading over your body with such radiancy that all those unintended to look upon it will shy away from its beauty.”
It was your turn now to click your neck under a graceful maneuver of rotating your chin. Extending your right hand out to him in a gentle and firm gesture, you confirmed his relay with a few words.
“Bring me such items,” you declared as he drew his hands up to meet with your own, “and we shall marry on the morrow the final demand is met.”
Clutching your right hand within his own right, he drew up his left hand to encase itself around it. Stooping in a low bow, he brought his face closer to your non-encompassed right hand and pressed his lips against the back of your knuckles with a chaste kiss; solidifying his promise to you with an utterance of confirmation.
“We will marry on the morrow.”
As he withdrew his face from your hand, you felt obliged to affix your gaze onto his retreating form. Relinquishing his hold on your hand, he looked to his two wards at his side and uttered a reprimand to scold the two of them.
“Do not think I will ever forget such a betrayal,” he hissed at both Perona and Zoro, swiftly falling his heavy feet against the polished marble towards the exit, “and you-,” You felt your heart rate quicken under his firm chastise, baring your unwavering gaze into his yellowed orbs. He sighed, taking a moment to collect himself before uttering a swift command; “get back to work.”
“Yes, sir,” you clicked your heels together and bowed lowly to the lord of Kuraigana, shutting your eyes to avoid his gaze as the great lord exited the treasury. The loud thump of your heartbeat echoed within the chasms of your hollowed chest, finality of the situation dawning on you.
You were now fixed to marry the former warlord of the seas. The World’s Greatest Swordsman. The never swaying gaze, the ever sought after bachelor of the four corners of the ocean. Something you had never desired; marriage.
After taking a small moment to collect yourself, you turned to face both of the two wards falling within your care. You narrowed your eyes at Zoro, finding a small bead of sweat falling from his temple to drag itself down to his chin. Wordlessly. You drew your eyes over to Perona, watching as she gulped a dry mouthful of breath down into her throat.
“I hope you’re both well pleased with yourselves,” you monotonously informed them, relishing in the slump of their shoulders beneath your chastised words. Stepping forward, you reached your right hand over to Zoro’s, claiming the neck of the brown-stained beer bottle beneath your nimble fingers.
“You will now heed my every word.” you scolded him, drawing up your left hand to collect Zoro’s chin and elevate it for his hazelnut irises to meet your furious gaze. His breath halted in his throat as he was met with your complete ferocity and intensity.
“My word is now law,” your tone continued to hold its low and serious air. Relinquishing your hold on Zoro’s chin, you stepped over to Perona and ensured her eyes would follow you, “Is that understood, pupils?”
Both of them enthusiastically nodded, prompting you to draw your thumb and index finger to your brow, pinching it below the pads of your fingers.
“When I address you,” you warned them, relinquishing your hold on your brow, “You will respond with ‘Yes, my lady’. Is that understood?”
“Yes, my lady,” they both spat out with haste, almost allowing a small stifled chuckle to find anchor within your throat, you hastily stifled it within your chest with a small, curt cough.
“Good, pupils,” you praised them, turning to the door and walking swiftly over to it, “now, the real work begins.”
-.-.-.-.-.-.-BONUS-.-.-.-.-.-.-
As Mihawk shut the iron-barred, wooden door behind him, he allowed himself to have a small emotional outburst as soon as he heard the ‘click’ of the hinges. The lingering warmth against his hands, the illusionary touch of your skin still pressed against his palms and fingertips continued to propel his fury onward.
Why were you in the treasury? What possessed you to ever reach for such an item? Was it fate, or something else entirely?
These words flooded the brain of the dark-haired former warlord as his brows creased in the center with a rage he had not felt in some time. His lips curled back to bare his pearled teeth in a snarl, your demands echoing throughout his mind. He knew without a doubt you were challenging the curse carefully integrated into the moss agate ring.
Were you aware that if he did not complete the challenge, he would die? Absolutely not.
After taking a moment to collect himself, he drew in a final baited breath and began listing the items you had demanded one final time.
“A dress with the glowing hue of the moon, a dress littered with orbs akin to starlight, and-,’ his verbal list halted in his throat as he felt a warmth rise to taint his cheeks with a reddening glow, “-lingerie as forbidden as a kiss from the sun.”
He rotated his shoulders back to rid himself of the swelling tension from behind his new undertaking. Immediately, he began propelling himself closer to his personal wing with a sense of purpose now falling onto him.
“If I am to take a bride,’ he uttered to himself, allowing a small breath of anger to escape from his lips, “she will want for nothing.” He, again, began calculating the price, location and availability of fabrics, seamstresses and designers from all corners of the seas.
Once reaching his office, he stalked over to his desk and unceremoniously plonked himself into the studded, red armchair behind it. His elbows placed firmly against the desk, he cradled his forehead within his palms and allowed a shaken sigh to fall from his parted lips. After collecting himself, he withdrew a large amount of parchment paper and collected an inkpad and quill from his desk drawer. Beginning immediately with his undertaking, he was immediately seeking out the three impossible items.
Reaching up his right hand and shutting his amber-hued irises, he ran his fingertips over his bottom lip as he recollected the smoothed back of your knuckles he caressed with them moments prior. Sighing out a shaken breath, he reopened his eyes and glanced at the parchment paper.
“I will not fail you, my lady,” he uttered to himself, scratching his quill against the parchment with flourish.
Chapter 2
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彡 my heart is beating for two. — yoon jeonghan
part 1 ๑ part 2 ๑ part 3
notes ๑ daycare worker yn! x secretary jeonghan — jeonghan becomes fond of the daycare worker he met the other day, seems like fate is on his side through this journey, or is it?
genre ๑ fluff, new interest, mutual pining.
warnings ๑ profanity
word count ๑ 1.4k
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“we’re homee!” jeonghan walked into his boss’s office with yuna in his arms. he had yuna’s small sparkly pink bag slung around his shoulder and his hair was messy and hair strands covered the front of his eyes, courtesy of yuna playing with it. he honestly looked like a struggling single mother and seungcheol was humoured by the view.
“yuna!” seungcheol squatted and opened his arms. jeonghan quickly placed yuna down as she started to move around in excitement from seeing her father. she ran towards him with the same opens arms and wrapped them around him.
“thank you jeonghan, so sorry to trouble you with this, i can’t thank you enough,” seungcheol looked up to his secretary with doe eyes.
“it’s no worries, it’s my job to follow your orders, don’t be afraid to ask me to go again,” the secretary replied as he flopped onto the couch seungcheol had in his office.
seungcheol perked his head up, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. seungcheol has known jeonghan for years and they’re actually pretty close so he knows what tasks jeonghan likes and dislikes. one of those tasks jeonghan disliked was undertaking tasks irrelevant to the main job. seungcheol knew his secretary found those tasks unreasonable. one time jeonghan was told to make orders for a party that didn’t have anything to do anything with the company and he very much remained sour for the rest of the week due to the hassle it was.
for someone with a mere position of being a secretary, he sure had string opinions. lucky for him, people seemed to let it slide.
jeonghan of course, always complied, it’s his job to follow what seungcheol says but he never hides his disdain for activities he isn’t fond of.
“really?” seungcheol titlted his head. seungcheol was sure this would be one of the tasks jeonghan was to dislike but perhaps since it was for someone he cared about, yuna, it was okay.
“…it’s my job?” the secretary ogled his eyes to his boss, confused on why he’d say that.
seungcheol bit his lip and his eyebrows pinched together hesitating to ask more. it’s not like it was a big deal but there must’ve been something interesting on why he’d be okay with going back but maybe he was just overthinking it.
“you’re right,” seungcheol laughed before dismissing his secretary, “well, i’ll be leaving soon. again, thank you for earlier. drive safe on the road alright?”
jeonghan nodded in response and said goodbye as he left the room.
seungcheol organised his desk and collected his things getting ready to leave. “how was daycare yuna,” he smiled making conversation with his daughter.
“fun!” she answered excitedly.
“what did you do?”
“i played with yn also they read a book to me today!”
“you really like yn huh?” seungcheol chuckled walking towards the exit as yuna followed.
“of course!”
he smiled at the pure child joy portrayed in front of his eyes. he’s happy he found a great daycare for his daughter to be at.
“that’s weird, even uncle jeonghan asked me if i like yn, who wouldn’t like yn?” yuna asked genuinely.
seungcheol stopped his steps in the middle of the hallway and his head shifted to yuna.
“what do you mean?”
“uncle jeonghan asked me if i liked yn, of course i do! how can you not like yn, you like yn too right dad?“ yuna of course asked in the platonic sense but that last part caught him off guard—
“when did jeonghan ask that?”
“just after we left earlier!”
seungcheol looked up to the ceiling and thought for a second.
what were the chances that his secretary is interested in you?
it was low honestly, however it was high at the same time! you two have known each other for what, 5 minutes? then again, jeonghan showed interest in returning to the daycare. moreover, he acknowledged someone working there, even asking a 6 year old about them? that meant something, seungcheol would know.
seungcheol continued walking and laughed under his breath. this is fun.
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ah. how did it turn out like this.
you stood at the reception table almost frozen by the sight.
“yn!” yuna skipped into the building.
“yuna! hello, nice to see you today,” you greeted while taking her bag off her.
you glanced at the man who escorted her and again, his pretty face raised your heartbeat.
you inhaled deeply calming yourself down, “yuna, you can go inside first, i need to take care of something here,” you instructed as you opened the fence door to let her in.
“bye yuna,” jeonghan waved.
she went in and now it was just the two of you.
“hi mr.yoon,” you casually spoke and walked back to the computer at reception to mark yuna present.
“hi yn and please, just call me jeonghan,” he insisted with a kind smile.
you grinned and nodded, “mr.choi’s busy again?”
“yea, it was really sudden,” jeonghan squinted his eyes recalling how he ended up here. he wasn’t expecting to pay a visit today either.
—
a bit earlier…
“hey jeonghan, i’m so sorry but i’m going to need you to bring yuna to daycare today,” seungcheol informed as his eyes didn’t leave the papers on his desk.
“what?” jeonghan furrowed just eyebrows.
“schedules been busy so i can’t go. yuna’s bag is already prepared i just need you to bring her to daycare and make sure you walk inside with her. is that alright?”
jeonghan cleared his throat, “uhm, yea of course.”
—
jeonghan didn’t even organise his boss’s schedule to make him that busy. he was actually thinking about starting his plans next week, but somehow, things were in his favour.
“well thanks for bringing yuna, who’s going to pick her up later?”
jeonghan pursed his lips, could be him if he really tried, “i’ll have to get back to you on that.”
“oh alright, i’ll just call mr.choi then—“
“better you just have my number,” he spoke quickly which cut you off.
he struggled to get something from his pocket, “seungcheol been busy so best you contact his trusty secretary first,” he pulled out a mildly crumpled business card in his hand, giving it to you.
he’d been pinching it throughout the ride to the daycare wondering if he should give it to you or not. but he gave it cause what was the big deal? it was for the convenience. it’s not like it meant anything, it’s a business card, it’s for business matters.
“just call the number on the card or email me! but i don’t think i’ll see it until like, next month,” he said as he pointed to parts of the card.
you laughed at his wit and took the card in your hands, “thanks, it’ll definitely be a phone call that’s for sure.”
he laughed at the way you returned his energy, “hope to see you later yn.”
your heart dropped at his words but you didn’t take it to heart, “hope to see you as well?” you said with hesitance.
you two parted ways and he left the daycare with the same smile he had yesterday, only it was wider. there was really something about you that made him want to just grab a chair and talk to you for hours.
meanwhile, you were seated on the old, half-broken reception chair with jeonghan’s business card in your hands. you held back your excitement, gosh you had the number of the boy that kept you up last night.
but reality washed over you too quickly. you sighed and placed the card down, it was only a business number.
but hell did it feel like a step forward.
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you glanced at the clock. it was almost 6, almost time for yuna to leave.
all of your co workers had clocked out and all the kids but yuna went home.
you were currently reading her a story book but since she skipped nap time, she was starting to doze off. you softly pinched her cheek yet she was still in the same state.
soon 6:30 came, by now seungcheol would’ve sent a message apologising and saying he was on his way, but there was nothing.
was it a sign to call him?
you scratched your head and looked at yuna. she was laying on one of the mattresses to catch up on some energy.
you slowly got up and went to find the business card.
once you found it, you quickly typed it into your phone immediately calling it. as soon as it connected, you placed your phone to your ear,
“beep, the number you have dialled can’t be reached. please try again.”
you furrowed your eyebrows but tried again. this time you even placed his name and added it to your contacts.
“beep, the number you have dialled can’t be reached. please try again.”
well shit.
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"What the fuck?"
Selina felt that those three words were enough to describe her whole relationship with Bruce Wayne. First as Batman, then as Bruce.
She had thought there might be something between them. Luckily it had passed, and a weird friendship had developed between them. Which might make some people turn up their noses since she was a thief and he was a vigilante but Bruce hasn't been so uptight lately and as long as Selina didn't kill and steal only who deserved it, they were fine.
Still, what the heck?
"Oh, Brucie is growing up," Harley said, all too pleased.
She was upright on the bed, while Pamela sat on the other side trimming her nails, seemingly ignoring the ongoing conversation.
Fuck house arrest for both of them. Why had she accepted? Oh yeah, they were friends.
Alsp, Bruce hoped that with her, Pamela and Harley could direct their impulses towards more correct forms of fighting for their principles, without involving innocent people.
So far it wasn't going to be great, but at least Harley had dumped her clown ex, for good this time, so it was a win.
(Probably more thanks to Pamela than her, but details.)
"Let me get this straight…you, mister, I don't look anyone in the face and if you talk to me for more than five minutes I'll start crying, you want….I can't believe I'm about to say it…learn how to seduce a man."
"Exactly," Bruce replied, as he petted one of Selina's cats.
"Just…why?"
"Who cares?" Harley broke in.
"He finally wants to step outside his boundaries! You have my respect!"
"It's not about going outside my boundaries. It's about planetary security."
"Really?" Selina said, half joking.
"Superman is powerful enough to destroy the planet."
This knocked Harley over, and Pamela finally stopped pretending not to pay attention.
Selina didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or slap him on the head, "Do you want to seduce Superman?!"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"To discover his weaknesses and use them against him when his powers drive him insane."
"Wow, talking about trust issues," was Harley's comment.
"I like to be prepared," Bruce said.
"What did the boy scout do to make you fear that he might become world dictator at the slightest provocation?"
The man pouted adorable, and grumbled. Selina still wasn't an expert at translating each other's mumbling but she swore it was something like smiling too much, and I don't trust him, he's got something to hide.
Harley said, "Isn't Superman having an affair with that reporter? Lois Lane?"
"She is General Lane's daughter. A close relationship is not advisable."
"She seems to know him well. Why don't you ask her?"
"She wouldn't answer me, so as not to betray him. Everyone says he's a hero."
"And you obviously don't believe it," Selina suspected.
"No."
"What makes you think he might be interested in men?" Selina asked him.
Harley laughed, "Cupcake, no completely straight man would wear pants that tight."
"Same conclusion I came to."
Oh good. The fate of the world was entrusted to a pair of tight trousers.
"Besides, I've done some research on him, and I might be his type. At least physically. What I lack is the ability to seduce him to lower his defenses and believe me harmless."
"Ability you think we have?" Selina asked, not sure whether to feel offended or not.
"Gotham is very sexist," Bruce said.
"You did your best to manipulate men who thought they knew better."
Pamela smiled, "I'm liking this one."
“I told you Brucie's one of the good ones,” Harley genuinely smiled as she said it.
"And he's a weirdo, like us."
Selina wanted to moan. This is what happens when you make friends with strange vigilantes. She said, "So Superman has a thing for brunettes. Good to know. Have you thought about what to do in case your brilliant plan fails?"
"It won't fail," he said confidently.
"You don't know," she insisted, trying to give him some common sense. A futile undertaking, it was Bruce she was talking to.
"Superman is overconfident. He will fall into the net."
"Definitely not dressed like that honey," Harley commented, taking a long look to Bruce.
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?"
"You look like a creepy stalker," Selina said. Army jacket, hat, scarf to cover her face and mascara for her eyes. Bruce was a walking fashion insult. They're definitely going to have to fix his wardrobe, make him wear things that flatter his body and…
Oh god, she was totally on board with that plan, right?
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[MK X READER] New Era - Chapter .010
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NOTE: Finally to chapter 10!
Don’t think too hard about this poll, it’s only kinda relevant to the plot, but not in a major way. You can theorize what this means, but I won’t really confirm what it means.
Please let me know of the love interests the reader has interacted with so far is your favorite! Preferably in the context of the story !
A list of the choices I’m talking about are: Liu Kang. Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, Tomas, Kung Lao, Raiden, Kenshi, and Johnny Cage.
As usual, taking these opinions for about a week after this goes up, aka when the tumblr poll ends!
Kitana made it in as a love interest! I was NOT expecting the total landslide victory she had haha
As a friendly reminder, this story is canon divergent :) Also, this is Mortal Kombat, but I did feel the need to warn for gore near the end!
FROM THE EYES OF ONE WHO WITNESSES SOMETHING TRULY IMPORTANT
Today was finally the day.
Basking in the sunrise, a large grin spread across your face. The gentle beams of light warmed you up to combat the light breeze that passed by. You felt the excitement that surged through you, reminding you of how you felt the day of the entry exam for Kung Lao and Raiden.
That was months ago, and you could hardly believe how much time had passed.
“I see that you are eager for today.” Liu Kang remarked. You turned your head to look back at the god, unable to hide your excitement. The fire god smiled just as brightly as you did, amusement sparkling within his glowing eyes.
“It’s hard not to be.” You quipped, your fingers tapping the wooden railing. You closed your eyes as you envisioned your students that you had trained hard to get to where they were now. Sure, you had been given students that had been trained well, but it was undeniable that you left a positive influence in honing their skills. “We’ll finally determine who Earthrealm’s champion is.”
“We shall indeed.” Liu Kang stepped beside you, his shoulder brushing against you gently. You enjoyed the warmth the fire god radiated, it felt comforting as usual. He looked at the sunrise. It was funny to you how, despite being a god, he always seemed to enjoy these mundane early mornings with you. Then, he returned his gaze back to you. “Do you have any predictions on who it will be?”
“That’s like picking a favorite.” You pointed out. Still, you pursed your lips and sighed as you deliberated over the answer. You let out a small hum, scooting just a touch closer to Liu Kang. It was colder than usual, and you sought out his warmth. The demigod did not complain as your arm brushed up against him. “I think in my heart I believe in Raiden, but I know he has not beaten Kung Lao yet.”
“I see.” Liu Kang replied. There was something to his tone of voice that you couldn’t quite place. It was as if he expected that answer, but there was also something else there. “Thank you for undertaking the training for the champions.”
“Thank you for believing in me.” You countered, looking at the god. You paused, trying to remember the words he told you long ago. “I remember how you told me that you trusted me to do this task, all those months ago.” Your gaze dropped to your fidgeting hands. “It really inspired me to hear those words from you. Not just because you’re a god, but because it’s well…you who trusted me, if that makes sense.”
A gentle hand rested on your shoulder. Yet this time, it was on the shoulder furthest from Liu Kang, making his arm gently wrap around your shoulders. He gave your shoulder a squeeze, bringing you just a little closer to him. It was comforting. You looked over to the fire god beside you to see an expression that told you that he was so proud of you.
“I am honored to have inspired you.” Liu Kang said, his voice a bit quieter this time. There was pride and joy within his voice, but you could sense a hint of something else within his tone. It was something you couldn’t quite place, but it made you happy regardless. He paused, eyes searching you. For a moment, you saw his eyebrows furrow and there was an almost imperceptible sadness in his eyes. Then, in the next instant, it was gone.
What was that?
“Not many can say that a god was honored to motivate them.” You pointed out with a chuckle, joking around to push out the confusion you felt. Were you just seeing things? Or had Liu Kang truly been sad in that one instant? And if he had…why?
“It is only because few are worthy of such praise.” Liu Kang pointed out, and you felt your cheeks grow warm at the compliment. You focused your eyes upon the sunrise once more. You both stood there, side by side, enjoying the early morning peace. “Are you excited to see Outworld?” The god inquired, breaking the silence.
“Excited feels like such an understatement.” You admitted watching the sun rise high into the sky. The oranges and pinks faded out, giving way for a soft blue. “I feel like I might finally learn something about myself once I finally go there.” You told him, alluding to the memories the two of you had long since stopped talking about.
“I hope that you will.” Liu Kang said, though there was a strange tone in his voice. Hesitance? There were a lot of emotions you couldn’t decipher well from him at the moment. You felt his fingers twitch on your shoulders. “Would you ever consider staying in Outworld, given the chance?”
“I…” You began, but your mind blanked. You blinked as you took a deep breath in, trying to think of what you would do. In all honesty, you weren’t certain. The voice in your head told you that you needed to leave this place and go explore in order to figure yourself out. But on the other hand, if you left, you would be leaving the whole life you had been building up behind. “I’m not sure.”
“No need to concern yourself over such a choice right now.” Liu Kang told you, concern in his tone as he noticed how torn you were. Had you been looking over, you would have seen a hint of relief on his face. “It was merely a hypothetical.”
“I know.” You said, shrugging. “I just never really thought about it.” You admitted, sighing. “Plus, I doubt they would let an Earthrealmer wander around, from what you told me.”
“They are not often fond of Earthrealmers, but that does not mean it is impossible for you to go there and be accepted.” He consoled you. “Do not forget that you are not exactly a normal Earthrealmer.” He told you, reminding you of your potential origins.
You looked at your arms again, remembering the innate magic running through your blood.
Right. There was a high chance you were an Edenian. A theory only you and the fire god knew. You sighed leaning against the railing. Would it really make a difference if you were of Outworld blood? You were essentially a stranger to everything in Outworld, making you no different than an Earthrealmer.
Sensing your distress, Liu Kang squeezed your shoulder again.
“My apologies.” He said softly, his gaze gentle as he scanned your face. “I did not mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t.” You reassured him, turning to look at him. You brought a hand up and placed it on his hand, squeezing it. “I just worry too much, sometimes, you know me.” You said, poking fun at yourself to lighten up the situation.
“Your worries are not unfounded.” The fire god reassured you, nodding. “But just know, no matter what choice you make in the future, you always have a home in Earthrealm.”
Your heart swelled, knowing very well he was right. No matter where you went, you knew that you at least had a place to call home. It was a comfort not many had to fall back on. You closed your eyes, unable to hide the smile that spread across your face.
“I know.”
“Here you go.”
“Finally!” Kung Lao grinned as he took the box from you. You grinned back, watching as he opened the box up and held up the final product. He took in a deep breath as he looked between you and the hat, unable to contain his joy.
“Go on, put it on.” You encouraged him, gesturing for him to put the hat on. With a nod, he lifted the hat and placed it on his head. You inhaled, feeling that all too familiar wave of nostalgia wash over you. The hat just looked so…right.
“How do I look? Perfect, right?” Kung Lao asked, cockiness in his voice as he struck a pose for you to show off the hat. You snapped out of your stupor.
“I think you’d look a little better like this.” You said, raising a hand up to put a hand on the brim of the hat. You laughed as you pulled the hat down, covering his eyes. He let out a shout of protest as he adjusted the hat back up.
“Foul play!” He huffed, a small pout on his lips as he pulled it back up. He shot you a playful glare, to which only made you laugh again. “I know you’re just jealous though of how good I look.” Kung Lao tacked on, making you roll your eyes. “Oh, here, by the way.”
“Hm?” Confused, you grabbed the small box the former farmhand shoved into your hands. You looked down at it before looking back up, sending him a confused look. “What’s this?” You inquired, lifting the box up to try and inspect it.
“Well, typically when one wants to know what’s in a box, they open it.” Kung Lao pointed out sarcastically. You shot him a narrowed look, making him hold his hands up in surrender. “Just open it!” He insisted, nodding towards the box.
“Alright.” You relented. You opened the box slowly, not certain of what waited for you. You let out an involuntary gasp as you saw the contents. It was a necklace with a chinese dragon engraved intricately. In its hands held two small jade orbs. “When did you…?”
“I made a small request for the blacksmith to make you something too.” The former farmhand admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He sounded humble as he, in an almost shy way, looked away. He was trying to play it cool. “I got Madam Bo to help design the dragon, and she also provided the jade, Lord Liu Kang also approved of the design too.”
“This is amazing.” You said, unable to hide a grin that spread from ear to ear. “Thank you, Kung Lao.”
“It’s nothing.” Kung Lao said, putting on his best cocky smile. “You helped me make my hat dreams come true, it’s only fair.” You lifted up the necklace from the box, admiring the craftsmanship in the light. It was truly breathtaking.
“Can you help me put it on?” You asked, looking at the man. He nodded, and you handed it to him, and turned around. Delicately, he placed the chain around your neck, his fingertips brushing against your neck in a gentle way. “Thank you.”
“Just know now you have something to show off now whenever you talk about Earthrealm’s champion.” Kung Lao bragged as you turned around. You rolled your eyes again, but was unable to hold back a laugh at his bravado.
“We’ll see today if that rings true.” You told him, before turning your attention to Liu Kang who you saw walking into the Wu Shi. “Go back to the others, we’re starting soon.” You instructed him, before quickly running off to go meet up with the fire god.
“I see Kung Lao has his hat.” Liu Kang observed, watching your student run off towards the courtyard. You nodded, smiling as you joined the god’s side. Said fire god’s gaze drifted down and looked at your new necklace. “And I see you have your new necklace.” He said warmly. a smile pulling at his lips. “It looks lovely on you.”
“Thank you.” You said, accepting the compliment. You looked around, sighing. “It’s hard to believe that we’re leaving for Outworld in a week.” You commented, staring up. “I know we just discussed it earlier, but still…it’s hitting me in waves of realization.”
“Indeed. Time passes quite quickly.” Liu Kang said, nodding. You wondered just how mere months felt to the god who, as far as you were concerned, was immortal. “Come, let us go and begin the exams.” He said, tilting his head to the path ahead. You followed, matching his path to the courtyard.
Once you reached the courtyard, you spotted the four. You smiled, observing them as they discussed amongst themselves. You assumed they were probably bickering, from the expressions on their faces. You blinked as Liu Kang handed you a mallet, gesturing to the gong. You nodded, understanding what he wanted, and swung at the gong. the sound reverberating throughout the Wu Shi.
“And today, one of you will be chosen to fight for it at the tournament.” Liu Kang said, his arms spread out. He walked towards the four men, stopping just before the steps. You followed behind, hands behind your back as you put on your display of teacher professionalism. As the four stopped in front of you two, you stepped to stand beside the god.
“Only one of us, Lord Liu Kang?” Raiden inquired, looking at the two of you. You nodded silently. “Isn’t Outworld fielding several champions?”
“The tournament’s rules give the host that advantage.” Liu Kang explained, looking around at the four men. “And it is Outworld’s turn as host.”
“You know…I don’t why I’ve never asked this…” Johnny piped up, placing his hands on his hips. He looked towards Raiden, chuckling before looking back at Liu Kang. “What’s our record at this tournament? Also uh,” The actor gestured towards you, “Why doesn’t teach over there participate either?”
“Outworld and Earthrealm are pretty even in wins.” You explain, speaking up once Liu Kang looked towards you. “Though, as of late, Earthrealm has been on a bit of a winning streak.” You say, remembering what the fire god had told you about the tournament. “As for me not participating, it’s not my place to participate.” You explained vaguely. You watched as the four looked at you perplexed.
When the tournament had been brought up to you years ago, Liu Kang and you had both agreed that it was probably best for you to not participate. Your potential status as an Edenian, though no one knew of it, would probably be the topic of controversy if that ever got out. It was just better this way.
That and…you had a feeling that someone else was destined for that title.
“Indeed, Earthrealm has been on a winning streak as of late.” Liu Kang said, picking up where you left off. “However, in retaliation, Outworld has been gaining strength.” His voice grew more serious. “Should it win, it’s more militant factions will be emboldened.”
“I thought you admired Outworld?” Raiden questioned. His tone was polite, though it did drip of confusion at the statements Liu Kang had just said. You figured that was fair, Liu Kang spoke very little ill of the other realm.
“It is a place of great knowledge, wealth, and beauty.” Liu Kang said, walking down the steps. You followed in tow. It was hard to believe the words that left Liu Kang’s mouth, the old version of Outworld burned into your mind. It made you all the more eager to erase those negative memories, and see the new realm he spoke so fondly of.
“But our realms do not share goals and beliefs.” The protector of Earthrealm continued. He walked forward with you by side, and the four candidates for champions followed behind. “We coexist peacefully because Outworld respects our strength.”Should we show weakness, our rival…will become our enemy.”
You held your breath for a moment, briefly remembering Earthrealm in ruins after an attack by a powerful tyrant.
That could not happen. You surely had trained the four enough, right?
“I will not lose, Lord Liu Kang.” Kung Lao spoke, snapping you out of your memories. You glanced over to Kung Lao, holding back a huff. Ever the proud man, but you knew very well that he could back it up. He, after all, won the most during spars and had a lot of potential. His pride was not unfounded.
“First you must win the right to represent us.” Liu Kang told him. You all approached the monks, standing respectfully for you all. In front of you, in the center of the monks was a luxurious wooden chair. Liu Kang stood in front of it, and you took your place behind the chair, standing vigilantly. “Whichever outlasts the others will be chosen.”
Liu Kang sat, and the monks all sat as well. You remained standing, looking carefully at the four you had been in charge of training over several months. You took in a deep breath as silence settled in. Liu Kang had put you in charge of deciding who to test.
“Raiden.” You spoke up. Quickly, the man’s eyes met yours. You stared back, scrutinizing the man before gesturing. “You will go first.” You instructed, following the instinct you had in your gut. You watched as Raiden stepped forward, bowing towards you and Liu Kang. You smiled at him. Then, you heard Johnny Cage’s laugh.
“Good call.” Johnny said, his arms crossed as he looked at his peer. “Cull the weak first.” He said with the utmost confidence. His arms uncrossed, placing his hands on hips. His chest puffed out, showing off his confidence. A smug smile appeared on his face.
“Johnny Cage.” You addressed, meeting his eyes. You held back a sly grin as you nodded towards the place next to Raiden. “You will be his challenger.” Despite the instruction, the confidence did not falter at all, which was expected.
“Ready for your close up?” Kenshi commented.
“Alright, let’s do this.” Johnny Cage confidently said. He leaned forward, stretching a bit. Then he looked over to Raiden and pointed at him. “But remember, farm boy, I’m a global martial arts icon.” The actor bragged. Kenshi and Kung Lao left for the sidelines, allowing the two to get in their positions. “I don’t think you can handle this much boom.”
“I am ready, Johnny Cage.” Raiden replied simply. He was not deterred from the swagger the actor brought. You smiled, glad to see that over time, his training had instilled more confidence within his abilities. “My mind and spirit fight as one.”
“Fight!” Liu Kang’s voice rang out.
You held your breath as it began. Early on, you watched as Johnny Cage took the advantage, going aggressive against Raiden. Predictably, his reckless style was soon countered by the defensive and reactive way Raiden fought against him.
It did not take long for Raiden to take down the actor, in the end.
“This fight was an honor.” The former farmhand remarked. He stretched out a hand towards Johnny, who sat on the ground. There was a moment of hesitance, and you saw the unhappy look on the American’s face. Still, he took the hand and got up with the winner’s help.
“You’re welcome.” Johnny replied, a slight disgruntled tone in his voice. Still, he took the loss as it were.
“Kenshi Takahashi.” You spoke, watching as Johnny Cage walked off, shaking off the loss. Your eyes traveled to the swordsman, who was now alert. “You will face Raiden next.” You instructed. The man nodded, stepping up to the fighting grounds, his sword already unsheathed.
“You have skills, Raiden, but you’re inexperienced.” Kenshi remarked, staring down his competition. Your eyebrows raised at the barest hint of trash talk.
“Whatever experience I lack, I make up for in heart.” Raiden countered, once again not thrown off by his opponent’s insult. He even did not go to insult them back, remaining humble as ever. Determined, he matched Kenshi’s gaze.
“It’s nerve, not heart, that wins fights.” The swordsman berated. His eyes narrowed, at what he thought was the folly of his opponent. The two settled into their fighting stances, ready to duke it out for the position. “I should know, I’ve been in hundreds of them.”
This fight was much slower paced. It was a patient battle between two fighters who did not dare to show weakness to the other. Blows were traded with caution, and you noticed how every moment of weaknesses from either one was exploited. It was tense, despite the defensive fight.
Still, in the end, Kenshi had underestimated his opponent. Ultimately he went for an attack that was too risky. Taking advantage of it, Raiden took the chance and toppled his opponent, leaving Kenshi lying on the ground in defeat.
“Do you still question my nerve?” Raiden inquired, staring down at the defeated swordsman.
“I do not.” Kenshi replied, getting up from the ground on his own. A sorrowful and disappointed look appeared on his face. “Yours was a well earned victory.” The man admitted. Although you could sense the disappointment in his own ability lingering, you watched as Kenshi bowed respectfully to Raiden. Raiden returned the bow.
“You may rest.” Liu Kang spoke up. You watched as the god stood up, walking towards the victor. You walked past the monks, joining by his side. “This evening you will face your final opponent.” You both looked to the left, to Kung Lao.
A smug smile appeared on the man’s face. This was the fight you had been expecting. It made sense. The most naturally talented of your four against the hardest worker. Not only that, but they had been together since their origins. To you, it felt as if it were to be.
“Come, I’ll make you all dinner.” You told your students, looking around. You watched as they perked up, following you to the dining hall of the Wu Shi. As they followed you, you turned to give them all a bright smile. “I’m proud of all of you.” You told them, and you truly meant it.
Liu Kang watched as everyone dispersed, including the other monks. He was left in silence, observing the peaceful courtyard around him. He heard something, and turned around. A hint of surprise appeared on his face as he watched as Geras appeared before him.
“Geras.” He said, a hint of surprise in his voice at the sudden appearance.
“Lord Liu Kang.” The construct spoke, dipping his head respectfully. He looked at his creator, a serious look on his face. “I need to speak to you.” He said, a tone of urgency in his voice. “It’s about…” His voice dropped to a whisper, speaking your name.
For the first time in eons, Liu Kang’s blood ran cold.
“Lord Liu Kang, where have you been?”
You let out a sigh of relief as you spotted Liu Kang approaching the Wu Shi. You walked up to him, a furrow in your brow. Night had already settled in, and you had to arrange the fight yourself since the fire god had been absent. While you went out to look for him, you had put Kenshi in charge, much to Johnny’s distaste.
“I simply had to retrieve something.” Liu Kang told you, holding a small box. He handed it to you. “Give this to the victor.” He instructed you, and you nodded. You looked at Liu Kang a moment longer, a pit of worry in your stomach.
Why was he avoiding your gaze?
“Alright.” You said, pushing out the paranoid voice in your head. You shouldn’t linger on what was surely something insignificant. You looked down at the box, gripping it tightly. There was a tense moment between you two that passed before Liu Kang walked off, and you followed.
Masking your concern, you put on a neutral face as you both made your way to the courtyard. Kenshi and Johnny looked back, varying looks of relief on their faces as you both appeared. Kung Lao and Raiden, ever vigilant, remained in their sitting positions. You ignored the looks Kenshi and Johnny sent your way as you stood behind Liu Kang’s chair.
You were being paranoid.
“Proceed.” You instructed breaking the silence, after waiting for Liu Kang to fully settle in his seat. Wordlessly, Raiden and Kung Lao stood up. A smug smile was plastered on Kung Lao’s face, which contrasted Raiden’s determined look.
“Fifty bucks says Kung Lao wins.” Johnny Cage whispered, leaning behind you to bet with Kenshi.
“Make it interesting.” Kenshi replied. “Bet me Sento.”
“Hah!” Johnny let out a laugh. “Not on your life.” He declared. You found yourself smiling at their antics, lessening your tenseness. Johnny Cage proved to provide some relief from the stress that followed you once again.
“Raiden. Kung Lao.” Liu Kang addressed the two men, after standing up. He approached them, looking between them. “The winner of this match will represent Earthrealm against Outworld. It is a grave duty, not to be undertaken lightly.” He reminded them. “You may step back now, and suffer no dishonor.”
“I choose to fight, Lord Liu Kang.” Raiden declared first, stepping up. His determination did not waver as he stared at the god.
“As do I.” Kung Lao piped up. His voice held a cocky tone to it, as if he already knew the winner of the match.
“Then may the best person win.” Liu Kang declared. He bowed to both Raiden and Kung Lao, who both bowed respectfully in return. You shifted, gripping the box in your hands tighter. Anticipation grew as you wondered what exactly was in the box. Liu Kang returned to his seat.
“Concede Raiden.” Kung Lao goaded his fellow peer, after letting out a small confident laugh. His hand gestured to him. “You have never beaten me.” He reminded him, pointing at the other man who also hailed from Fengjian. “That won’t change today.”
“No?” Raiden replied. “If there’s one thing I learned…” You watched as Raiden glanced to you before returning his gaze to Kung Lao. “...the only constant in the universe is change.” The two, almost simultaneously got into their fighting positions.
The match was almost electric.
Kung Lao started off confident, strong, as he always did. Not deterred by Raiden’s words, he fought with precision and grace. Raiden, on the other hand, was more bold in this match than his last two. It was as if he were trying to match the confidence his friend had.
Blow for blow, the two fought as if it were an intense dance. The spirit the two had did not waver, even as they chipped each other’s defenses. You had to remind yourself to breathe at times, captivated by the way they fought. It was almost like a performance with how it all went down.
All things had to come to an end, and just when you expected Kung Lao to overtake his fellow farmhand, your jaw dropped as Raiden sent Kung Lao toppling to the ground.
He had finally won.
“There’s a first time for everything, Kung Lao.” Raiden remarked. He helped Kung Lao up, who although baffled, accepted the help. You sensed the confusion and disappointment within the loser of the match. The monks all stood up and Liu Kang approached the two. You passed by the monks who were now dispersing, moving to step beside the god.
“Although you have all trained well, Raiden has excelled.” Liu Kang declared. “This outcome does not surprise me.” The god looked between the two, before looking back at you. You held up the box you had been entrusted with.
“How could I have-” Kung Lao muttered to himself, his head bowed as he lingered over his loss. You felt a twinge of pity for the man. He lifted his head, meeting your gaze before looking towards Raiden. “Congratulations Raiden.” He said, bowing respectfully. The rare hint of humbleness shone through his voice.
“For the tournament, you will need this.” Liu Kang spoke, gesturing back to you. You lifted your hand, hesitating for a moment before you opened it. You froze as you saw the amulet within. An intricately carved amulet, the middle made of glass with a glowing dragon etched into it. It crackled with electricity.
Raiden lifted it up, inspecting it, but you were lost in your mind.
That was the amulet you remembered. The very same amulet that…
Looking up, you froze as you saw a vision of an older Raiden. glancing down at the amulet. It was cracked and nearly shattered. The thunder god’s eyes glowed as they stared down. A grievous look was on his face.
You were in a cathedral of sorts, yet the scene around you was anything but holy.
It smelt of death. In the distance, you saw the bodies of people you could only remember as allies, but in the state they were in, you could hardly recognize them. Guts were strewn about, blood was split. It all smelt eerily fresh, but you had no idea how they became that way.
Breath quickening, you glanced down. Tears instinctively filled your eyes as your hands grabbed at a person in your lap. Who was this? You hand moved to cup the cheek, wincing as you felt fresh blood coat your palm.
Her breath was shaky, and you couldn’t make out the words you were saying to her. Tears clouded your vision, dropping onto the face you couldn’t make out. Her hand grabbed yours, and you watched her lips move weakly.
What was she saying to you?
“Tell me Raiden, how will we honor their sacrifice!?” Liu Kang’s voice rang out, the only clear thing you could hear. It was angry, mocking, distressed. You looked up and around, trying to see where he was. Through your tears you could see him.
Liu Kang was mortal. Dressed in red and black, he did not have the grevious wounds and blood like the others did. He was clean and uninjured, much like you. You watched as he glared at Raiden who looked distraught. His intense glare looked over to you, and softened.
“Are you okay?”
Lightning crackled.
Flinching, you blinked, snapping out of your stupor. You sniffed, shaking your head. Your breath calmed as you looked around, remembering that you were here, in the Wu Shi academy. Not in a cathedral full of death and despair.
You avoided the concerned look Liu Kang sent your way, forcing a proud smile on your face. You watched as Raiden, with the amulet, continued to blast away at one of the four statues holding the middle arena up.
“Holy Ark of the Covenant!”
“It is incredible.” Raiden remarked, staring down at the amulet he held. You took in a deep breath, avoiding looking at the object in his hand, instead looking at the man himself. You swallowed, trying to nod encouragingly. “But is it necessary?”
“In addition to possessing great might, the Outworlders you will face also wield great magic.” Liu Kang stated, his eyes glancing towards you for a mere moment. “The amulet levels the playing field.” He told him. folding his hands together before returning his attention to you. You held your head up, trying to not show the weakness you had previously displayed.
“You must be careful, Raiden.” Kung Lao said, a concerned tone in his voice. He placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, looking at him. “You could get hurt. Even killed!” You tensed up, the words sending panic through you.
“No tournament participant has ever been greviously injured or killed.” Liu Kang informed him. Yet, at the same time part of his words seemed to be directed towards you. Was he trying to reassure you as well? You figured it was better he assumed you were worried over Raiden than what you were actually freaking out over. “I would never send my champions unwittingly into mortal kombat.”
The words he spoke, though meant to be comforting, felt like a jab after what you remembered.
“We leave in seven days for Outworld’s capital, Sun Do.” Liu Kang spoke, and you once again had to snap yourself out of your stupor. “The tournament will be held at the Palace of Empress Sindel.” He said, and then he dismissed the four.
You stood there, watching as the four dispersed, not knowing what to or what do say after the frightening memory you had regained.
“Are you okay?” Liu Kang inquired, standing next to you.
What should you do? Tell him the truth? Spill your heart out about the horror you witnessed, and the many worries you had about the memories you had? Tell him how you were confused and terrified why you had these memories?
You opened your mouth, swallowing nervously as you found it had become dry. You gripped the empty box, your mind bitterly reminding you of what had just lay inside. Your heart pounded, and you felt the urge to collapse.
“I was just worried for Raiden’s sake.” You lied, the words slipping out before you could think again. You watched as Liu Kang assessed your face, before he nodded. You couldn’t tell if he believed you or not, the glowing eyes he bore now much harder to read than the mortal ones.
“He will be fine, you have trained him well.” The fire god reassured you, a hand reaching out to touch your shoulder and to squeeze it comfortingly. You smiled at him, trying to ignore the pit of guilt and worry that built up in your stomach.
“I know.”
You didn’t know why you lied, nor why you felt like it was better that you did.
part eleven
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What if…
Mc who’s scared to go out at night because they always get catcalled (Klein figures out when they take a night stroll)
How would Klein handle the situation? ( + maybe also when everyone else finds out too)
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okay i am feeling very inspired right now so i'll write a short drabble- no proofreading because i;m writing this on the get-go
how would klein handle his darling being catcalled?
Androids possess remarkably sharp memories, storing and processing information in ways distinct from humans.
This puts them at an advantage, making them reliable.
Remembering the faces of those creeps who catcalled you whenever you walk alone at night would be a piece of cake for an android like Klein. After ensuring you're deep in your sleep, he quietly slips out of your bedroom to leave the apartment with an intention to seek out the places where these creeps often lurk, leering at passersby.
Klein wouldn't undertake this mission without cause— it's all for you, his darling. He couldn't care less if even worse things happened to others. All his thoughts are consumed by you, you, and you.
Because if he couldn't protect you, then what kind of boyfriend would he be?
. . .
"Misterrrrrs!"
A clearly forced, strained cheerful greeting rolled off Klein's lips. His tall stature approached the group of catcallers from behind as he waved his hand at them, mock-innocently.
"Stop that, I know you guys do this all night long. Why don't you spend the time doing better things?" Klein stepped forward, his cheery tone mismatching his menacing stare. But before he could voice any more warnings, his collar was grabbed by one of the men.
He scoffed, "What's a tin can like you gonna do about it?"
Klein's expression now tinged with annoyance, although he maintained his smile. "I'm programmed to protect my darling at all costs," he paused. "And I can make myself useful, even as a tin can—"
Refusing to listen to what an android has to say, they proceeded to punch Klein to the ground. His first instinct was to protect himself; but he knew better than to act on that right now. Why should he, when he's already getting what he wants? It's humiliating, yes, but he can endure it. He needs these men to assault him so that he can document this aggression against an android like himself, providing evidence for involving the authorities later.
Androids had protection laws, after all, even if they weren't human beings. And with Klein being Klein, he obviously wouldn't overlook this chance to utilize such protection to his advantage.
Returning home with a worn-out shirt and disheveled hair, Klein would ask you to lay down with him, spoil him and contact the company to replace his ruined outfit shortly. If you do end up asking him what happened, however, Klein would say;
"I just shooed off plenty of creeps! The ones that bothered you the other day. Uh-huh! They're all gone now. They can't keep going around making people feel unsafe, right? I wanted to stop it. The authorities took care of them for us..." Klein giggled and looked at you with pleading eyes,
"I wish I could've done this sooner, but... hehe. I've done it now, so that's all that matters. Please tell me I did a good job!"
#://about_klein#in all honesty klein WOULD kill but he had to hold himself back#work smarter not harder#LOL#://klein v.0.1_writings#yandere x darling
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windvexer's spellcrafting and spellcasting checklist
These are the sorts of things I think about when I work the style of magic that I work. This stuff is based off of my beliefs which might include UPG and is therefore definitely not applicable to everyone. Take what you want and discard the rest.
I do not rigidly follow this checklist. These are just the kinds of things I think about and consider when planning and executing spells. For small, simple spells, I ignore almost all of these factors. For serious and large spells I may consider many more of them.
Spellcrafting
Intent
Do I know exactly what I want to occur?
Have I thought through a few obvious logical consequences of my intended goal?
Have I performed divination on the outcome of this intent?
Am I sure that what I'm asking for is the same thing as what I want? (e.g. do I really want more people talk to me or is my true desire make more friends?)
Do I need to crystalize my intent into one specific phrase, or is it okay for me to leave it casual or even improvise?
Expectations
How soon is it rationally possible for my spell to manifest?
Do I expect the spell to manifest very rapidly? If so, what components or spellcasting style am I going to use to encourage rapid manifestation?
Do I expect the spell to work "just okay," or to be very powerful? If I want it to be very powerful, what extra steps am I going to take to fill the spell with power?
If the spell does exactly as my intent dictates, what is the most likely outcome?
Responsibilities
Am I bound to any gods or spirits that would frown upon what I want to undertake with this spell?
Have I taken any vows or oaths that would conflict with my goals?
Does casting this spell intent conflict with personal goals I've set for myself?
If casting for others, is this truly a situation I want to involve myself in?
If casting for myself, is this spell in my own best interest?
Is there any chance I am casting this spell to side-step self care, responsibilities, or personal healing? (I don't mean don't cast a self-love spell if you actually need therapy! Cast that spell every gosh darn day if you please. I literally mean, are you using magic as an avoidance tactic, when the reality is you really really just need to eat a sandwich and do your homework?)
Design
Have I chosen a style of spellcasting which matches my intent? (e.g., if I want to banish, have I chosen a spellcasting style that includes sending away actions such as burning a paper or throwing away a rock?)
Can I be creative with what I have to avoid delaying this spell? (e.g. I usually use candles as a beacon to draw things in, but when I think about it, a candle burning down would also be a good sending away action for a banishment).
If I have already heavily cast in the past, do I have any ongoing spells (such as wards) which would interfere with the work I want to do now?
Do I want to include a physical indicator that the spell manifested or stopped working? (Such as tying a thread around your wrist that breaks when the spell stops working)
Physical Components
What physical object will be used to anchor this spell? I believe that manifesting in physical reality is much easier if you tie magic to a physical object.
Do I know how the physical objects I'm using are linked to the design of the spell? (e.g., I want to banish, so I choose to use a candle for a dwindling away effect.)
Do I have a safe and practical plan for storing or disposing leftover physical objects from the spellcasting?
How can I make storage or disposal of leftover objects a part of the spell? (e.g. I take the leftover melted wax from the banishment candle and walk to the dumpster down the street, completing the spell as I throw away the last bits of their presence in my life in the garbage).
Am I intending to invoke gods, spirits, or entities in this spell? If so, do I need physical components to represent them within the casting space, or within the spell itself?
If I am intending to invoke gods, spirits, or entities in this spell, and I need physical components to represent them, is it a good idea to save and re-use these components? Do I need to make disposable representations, or can I use permanent devotional objects?
What physical components have I gathered which are unnecessary?
Does each component that I've chosen have a specific job in this spell?
Does each component and their jobs fully align with my chosen intent and spell style?
If not every component and their jobs align with my intent or method of casting, do I need to re-examine my intent and rework the foundations of this spell?
Do I need to modify or prepare any physical components? If so, do I need to do any of this ahead of time?
Energy and Power
How much power do I believe it will take to successfully perform this spell? If the energy requirement is large, do I need to break this operation up into smaller parts and cast multiple small spells?
Will it be necessary for me to craft a physical spell vessel ahead of time so I can slowly charge it until it has enough power?
How do I intend to power this spell? (for me, I power it with my own energy, or call on external forces)
If I will use my own energy, do I have enough personal power reserves to successfully cast this spell? Or, will it burn me out, even on a day when I'm well-rested?
If I will use an external energy, how do I plan to raise or call this energy into my casting space?
How do I plan to combine power with my spell components? (sometimes this is inherent in spell style; if doing knot magic, the power is held within the knots. At other times, it must be thought through - if I draw a symbol on a rock, maybe my power will be consumed by the spell at the singular point where I draw the symbol on the rock. Or, maybe I'd like to charge the symbol ahead of time.)
If I'm using many physical components, do I need to individually charge each one?
Do my chosen energy sources align with my spell needs? (e.g. if I require very rapid manifestation, have I ensured that I am using airy, fiery, mercurial, swift, or rapid energies? Or, have I accidentally used lots of heavy, slow, earthen, saturnine, creeping energies?)
Spirits, Gods, and Entities
If asking spirits, gods, or entities for help, how is my relationship with that power? Do I need to visit them ahead of time and make sure we're on good terms before I call on them?
If asking spirits, gods, or entities for help, do I need to plan a formal invitation or petition?
If asking spirits, gods, or entities for help, do I need to repay them? If so, what do I need to collect or prepare for this purpose?
Aftermath and Upkeep
Is this a one-shot or continuous spell? Will I be maintaining and watching over the spell after it is cast, or will I let it go do its thing?
If it's an ongoing spell that will require upkeep, have I chosen a physical vessel that's practical to be worked with over a long period of time?
Will I need to make notes about this spell so I can remember what the vessel is in a few weeks or months?
How often will I need to recharge or maintain this spell?
If something went wrong, how would I undo this spell?
Spellcasting
Preparation
Have I gathered everything I need into one place?
If I forget something, is it okay for me to walk away from the spell to go get it, or is it really important I don't leave casting space until the spell is complete?
Is there anything special I need to do to prepare my casting space?
Do I need to take notes or write anything down so I don't forget it once the spell starts?
If I'm going to do a fancy ritual, do I need to write or print the ritual steps ahead of time?
If I've chosen to perform my spell at a special time, how much earlier do I need to prepare my casting space so that I can begin working within the correct time?
Pre-Casting Self Check
Do I feel safe and comfortable casting this spell?
Do I have enough personal energy to cast a spell right now? (even when conjuring external energies, you always use some of your own energy to cast spells)
If there is a risk that I will be drained, do I have anything important to do today or tomorrow that would be bad to miss or under-perform on?
Do I have enough free time today to have extra rest after spellcasting?
Do I have enough extra food to help restore me after spellcasting? (especially carbs, by the way)
Are there any tasks or activities I should do before I cast this spell, in case it is more draining than I expected?
Will I have enough energy to clean up my spellcasting space once I'm done? This includes properly disposing of or storing any spellcasting remnants or vessels.
Do I want to pray and ask for aid before I begin the spellcasting process?
Do I have any last-minute gut feelings about casting this spell? Is there a negative or worrying emotion that has been with me through this entire process that I've tried to ignore?
Do I want to exert my will upon the world?
After Care
How do I feel? (Including the physical, emotional, and mental)
Did I properly pay any spirits, gods, or entities involved in my spellwork?
Did I properly close down the spellcasting space (if applicable)?
If the working took place in my resting area, does my resting area feel comfortable? Is there anything I need to do, such as opening the window or playing music, to help my space return to normal?
Do I need a snack?
Do I need to perform a restful, low-energy activity for a little while?
Would it feel nice if I went and talked to people, or would I prefer to be alone?
Did I have any special insights during spellcasting that I want to write down before I forget?
Reflection
Did the spell go how I imagined it would?
Was I able to feel power being raised?
Did I end up feeling drained or buzzed after spellcasting? (note that you're not always bound to feel either, but it's worth noting as they're decent indicators that "something happened")
Did I ever feel a moment where I was still working over my physical components, but realized that they felt complete and the magic was ready?
If I called on spirits, gods, or entities, did I feel their presence? Did it seem like they had thoughts or feelings about the spell?
If I cast a spell like this again, what would I change? What would I keep the same?
Did I feel good about my disposal or storage methods for physical components?
Do I want to perform divination on how the spellcasting went?
Did I over or under-estimate how much energy the spell would require?
Did I like the style of spellcasting? Do I want to explore more spells of this style, or try a different type?
#spellcrafting check list#spellcasting check list#spellcrafting#witchcraft#beginner witch tips#witch tips#witchblr#beginner witch
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prompts 39, 45, and 3 w/ copia🤭 <3 tysm ily
MIRROR SEX
"I'll take care of you." "Will you let me be your first?" "Is this okay?"
There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.
(AFAB!Reader: Copia is a VAMPIRE on this one; mentions of blood; blood drinking; dirty talk; Italian swearing; fingering; unprotected sex; breeding)
Available on AO3
Day 19 | Day 21
Today, it fell upon your shoulders to undertake the responsibility of tidying up Cardinal Copia's quarters. While not the most glamorous task within the Ministry, it was a duty that inevitably needed to be fulfilled, and today, you were the chosen one.
Armed with a bucket and a mop, you ventured towards his quarters, entrusted with these humble tools, a key, and a rather peculiar gaze from the fellow siblings.
You approached the door to Cardinal Copia's quarters, taking a deep breath before inserting the key and turning the lock. The door creaked open, revealing a room with dim lighting and ornate, strange decor. It was a space that reflected the Cardinal's unique taste.
You stepped inside, glancing around at the antique furniture and a dark tapestries adorning the walls, with a silly poster of a cat beside it. The room was a bit cluttered, and dust had settled on various surfaces. You couldn't help but wonder how long this room haven't been cleaned.
With determination, you placed the bucket and mop in the corner and began the task of cleaning. As you moved about the room, dusting and mopping, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watched. It was an eerie sensation, as if the very walls had eyes. But you brushed it off as mere paranoia and continued with your work.
"Are you the one they sent today?" Cardinal Copia's voice echoed in your ears.
Startled, you spun around, frantically scanning the room from side to side in search of the source of the unexpected voice. You had assumed you would be alone in this task.
"Cardinal, you surprised me," you said, trying to regain your composure. "Yes, I was sent to clean your quarters today."
You responded to him, though uncertainty lingered about the origin of his voice. You continued to search, your eyes darting around the dimly lit room, which offered enough obscurity for someone to conceal themselves in the shadowy corners. As you scanned the room, your eyes eventually landed on a figure emerging from one of the dimly lit corners. It was indeed Cardinal Copia, dressed in his signature ecclesiastical red attire.
"Don't let me stop you. Carry on with your duties."
"Cardinal Copia," you greeted him with a respectful nod, your heart still racing from the initial surprise. "I apologize for not noticing your presence earlier. I was just beginning to clean."
He smiled faintly and approached you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "No need to apologize, topino. I enjoy a bit of mystery and intrigue now and then."
You couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at his words, and you wondered what exactly he meant by "mystery and intrigue."
"I'll do my best to be thorough with my cleaning," you replied, trying to maintain your composure.
Copia watched you for a moment before retreating to a nearby chair, seemingly content to observe your work. You continued your cleaning duties, feeling his eyes on you as you moved about the room.
The way Cardinal Copia's gaze bore into you began to make you feel a tad uneasy. While there was a certain allure in having the Cardinal's attention directed your way, it was also an unusual occurrence to see him outside of his quarters, and his intense scrutiny was beginning to grate on your nerves.
"Cardinal," you spoke, turning to squarely face him. "Is there something you require?"
"Me?"
"Yes," you continued, resting the mop within the bucket. "You've been fixated on me, and I couldn't help but wonder if you had something to say or needed assistance with something."
"Sometimes, I find that watching is just as pleasurable as partaking," he said, his voice low and sultry.
Your cheeks flushed as you considered his implications. The room felt charged with an electric tension, and you realized that the Cardinal was making no effort to hide his desires.
"I see," you replied, your voice quivering slightly. "I'll continue with my cleaning, then."
You returned to your duties, more aware than ever of his watchful eyes on you, as you tried to maintain your composure in the face of his audacious advances. Suddenly, you felt Cardinal Copia's arm enveloping you from behind, drawing you tightly against his chest. You froze in place, his grasp unyielding. He inhaled deeply as he positioned his face near your neck, his arm securing you firmly. His nose brushed against your skin, then his lips, and something sharp made contact, followed by the gentle caress of his tongue.
"Do you know why they sent you here today?" he asked.
"N-No..." you stammered.
"Because your Cardinal is hungry," he whispered seductively into your ear. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you."
"I-I... I should finish my cleaning," you stammered, your voice quivering, even as you made no attempt to break free from his grasp.
"Don't worry about it, someone will clean up after I'm finished with you," he whispered, his tone laced with mischief.
Your heart raced as he whispered those words into your ear, and you could feel the sharp sensation grazing your skin again. Despite the fear that coursed through you, there was an undeniable allure to the dangerous situation, as if Cardinal Copia's dark desires had awakened something within you. Your breaths quickened, and your body responded to his closeness in ways you hadn't expected. A mixture of fear and curiosity flooding your senses. You knew this was wrong, but a part of you couldn't deny the thrilling attraction to the forbidden. Your body felt trapped in the web of desire and danger that Cardinal Copia had spun around you.
He tightened his grip on you, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. The sharpness grazed your neck once again, and he inhaled deeply, savoring your scent. You couldn't help but tremble, caught between the urge to escape and the inexplicable pull of his presence.
"Excuse me," he whispered.
And then, you felt it, the sharp yearning at your neck, and the realization dawned on you; Cardinal Copia was a vampire.
The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying. Your heart raced, pounding in your chest as his fangs grazed your skin. You couldn't help but shiver as he leaned in, his breath hot against your neck, his lips parting. As his fangs pierced your skin, a mixture of pain and pleasure shot through your body. Your hands clung to his arms, and you let out a soft, involuntary moan. Cardinal Copia's lips locked onto your neck, his tongue flicking over the wound, lapping up your blood. It was an intense, intimate act, and you found yourself torn between the fear of the unknown and the strange allure of his touch.
His hold on your waist gradually slackened as he withdrew from your neck. Cardinal Copia's tongue flicked across the bite mark, and his hands settled on the sides of your body. He kissed the mark, sending shivers coursing through you, and you whimpered softly. His hands explored your form, caressing every contour as if he were savoring your essence, worshipping your body. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, his face pressed against your neck, his tongue licking you again, prompting another soft whimper. He repeated the act, as if waiting or testing your reaction, and you couldn't help but moan softly.
"You have an exquisite taste," he whispered. "Your body radiates warmth, teeming with life... Your scent is intoxicating, your heat is driving me wild," he continued to murmur, his hands continuing their journey across your body. "And I can feel it, especially between your legs. What a sinful delight."
"Cardinal, please," you whispered, torn between the need to push him away and the overwhelming desire that made you want to pull him closer.
"Have you ever been touched, topino?" Cardinal Copia inquired, his voice a sultry whisper.
"N-No..." you confessed, your voice quivering with anticipation.
Your breaths quickened, and you couldn't help but respond to his caresses. When his fingers traced down to between your legs, you gasped, your body trembling with longing.
"Can I touch you here?" he asked.
"Yes... Please..." you breathed, your desire palpable in your response.
You moaned softly as he began to explore your heat above your underwear. Your body writhed with pleasure, and you clung to him, lost in the whirlwind of sensations he was unleashing. His fingers danced skillfully, igniting every nerve ending. Your moans grew louder, and your desire intensified with each passing second.
"Is this okay?" Cardinal Copia inquired, seeking your consent as he continued.
"Cardinal... Oh, Cardinal," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "Yes... Yes..."
"Look at you," he murmured. "Look at yourself in the mirror."
Your eyes turned to the mirror in front of you, revealing only your reflection. Cardinal Copia had no reflection, and you saw yourself with a visage of pleasure etched across your face. As you gazed at your reflection, you turned your eyes to see him standing behind you, a wide grin on his face. He slid his fingers inside your underwear, causing you to gasp, and you obediently shifted your gaze back to the mirror as he had instructed.
"Molto bene," he praised you.
You remained transfixed by your reflection, watching as Cardinal Copia continued to pleasure you, his fingers expertly exploring your wetness. The sight of your own face, twisted with ecstasy in the mirror, only intensified your arousal.
"Cardinal," you moaned, "Please, don't stop..."
"I won't," he promised, "Not until you are satisfied."
His words sending a shiver coursing through your body. You whimpered, your hips moving in rhythm with his hand's ministrations. A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips, his fingers never ceasing their tantalizing dance. You continued to whimper, your hips moving restlessly against his skillful touch.
"Oh, Cardinal..." you groaned, your eyes fixed on the mirror.
His fingers quickened their pace, and your breaths came in rapid gasps. Lost in the overwhelming sensation, your body writhed as his skilled fingers caressed your clit. You hissed and bent forward, pressing your hands against the walls on either side of the mirror. With his other hand, Cardinal Copia lifted your habit, reaching down to pull your underwear down to your knees. His fingers then found their way to your entrance, teasing and circling it.
You couldn't help but look back at him above your shoulder, his eyes fixed on your reflection with a devilish glint. Your body felt hot and needy as his fingers continued their tantalizing dance. Your hands gripped the mirror's edges, your knuckles turning white with the pressure, as you tried to hold yourself up.
"Please... Inside..." you breathed.
Cardinal Copia didn't need further encouragement. His fingers slipped inside your aching core, and a wave of pleasure surged through your body. You moaned loudly, your legs trembling as he expertly pumped his fingers in and out of you. Every thrust seemed to send electric shocks of pleasure through your entire being, and you couldn't contain your desire.
"Yes, yes, Cardinal... Yes...!" you moaned softly.
Your reflection in the mirror was a vision of pure lust and ecstasy. Your eyes were heavy-lidded, your lips parted in a sultry moan, and your body writhed with unbridled passion. Cardinal Copia watched your reflection with rapt attention, a wicked grin playing on his lips
"Oh... Cardinal... That feels so good," you moaned.
"Does it now?" Cardinal Copia's voice was seductive and filled with amusement as he continued to pleasure you.
His fingers worked their magic inside you, and his thumb rubbed circles over your swollen clit, intensifying your arousal. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, increasing the tempo, and your body writhed in pleasure. Your breathing became erratic, and your moans grew louder. You couldn't take your eyes off your reflection in the mirror, where your lust-filled expression mirrored the intense sensations building within you.
"Cardinal... Oh, Satan..." you groaned. "Please, fuck me... fuck me...!"
"You want me to fuck you, topino?" he asked, his voice filled with desire. "Will you let me be your first?"
"Yes, please, I need you," you begged. "Please, just fuck me."
Cardinal Copia grinned with a look of satisfaction in the mirror. He pulled his fingers out of you and you whined in frustration. He chuckled at your reaction, stepping back for a moment to undo his pants. Then, he pressed himself against your wet folds, his hardness throbbing as it met your hot, waiting entrance.
"Are you sure?" he teased.
"Yes," you whispered softly.
You spread your legs a little further, arching your back, pushing your hips against him, grinding yourself against his length. He teased you with the tip of his length against your folds before finally thrusting into you, filling you completely.
"Ah!" you exclaimed, feeling a bit of discomfort as you adjusted to him inside you.
"Can I move?" Cardinal Copia inquired.
"Yes," you whispered, giving him permission to continue.
Cardinal Copia held onto your hips as he began to move inside you. His thrusts were slowly, but powerful and rhythmic, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body. You moaned and whimpered, your body responding to his every move.
"Cazzo!" he exclaimed. "I've just discovered something even more enticing than your blood." He lowered his body on top of yours. "What a delectably tight pussy you have."
"Ah... Ah! Cardinal... Yes..." you purred, lost in the feeling of the moment.
He held you firmly, his hot breath caressing your neck as his thrusts grew more intense. Gasps and moans filled the room as his length plunged deeply into you with each motion. Your arousal had made you slick, allowing him to glide effortlessly inside you.
"Merda, how can a pussy be that good?" Cardinal Copia questioned, his voice strained with desire. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he continued to thrust deeply.
As Cardinal Copia's words of praise washed over you, your body quivered with delight. You clung to him, feeling your pleasure build with every relentless thrust. Your walls tightened around his length as he thrust his member in and out of you with long, deep strokes.
"How can your pussy be that tight and wet?" he mused, his breath hot against your neck. His hips moved with a relentless rhythm, each thrust making you gasp.
He continued to move within you, his thrusts unyielding, and the ecstasy he was driving you toward grew more intense with every passing moment. Your cries of pleasure filled the room, mingling with his own fervent groans.
"Is this because of me, topino?" he inquired, his voice husky.
"Yes... yes, yes, yes, yes!" you gasped in response, your body arching in pleasure, meeting his every thrust with fervor.
You straightened up your body, your back pressed against him, and you began to meet each of his thrusts with one of your own. The incredible sensations overwhelmed you, and you surrendered completely to the passionate rhythm, savoring the feeling of his length penetrating you. Each stroke brought you both closer to the edge, and you could sense him growing even harder inside you with every movement. Your walls clenched tightly around him, intensifying the pleasure for both of you.
"Cardi...Ah!" you whispered. "You're so big! It feels so good!"
His lips descended to your neck, kissing you with fervor as he devoured your skin hungrily. His hot breath on your neck sent delicious shivers through your body, intensifying the pleasure. His hands shifted from your hips to your thighs, gripping them firmly, causing you to clench around him once again.
"Giuro su Satana... Your pussy feels even better than your blood," he moaned in your ear. "Satana blessed you with this, and gifted me with you today." His words dripped with desire and reverence for the moment.
He pounded into you relentlessly, the intensity of his thrusts driving you both closer to the edge. Your bodies moved in perfect unison, a symphony of passion that echoed through the room. His moans filled your ears, spurring you on even more.
"Mmm... Cardinal..." you moaned, your voice laced with lust. "Fuck me... Fuck me hard!"
Cardinal Copia eagerly complied, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. You responded by pushing back against him, your breathless moans filling the room. Your gaze remained locked on the mirror, where you could see the pleasure etched across your face, your body undulating with each passionate encounter. You yearned to witness his reflection too, to see your bodies entwined as his movements grew more urgent, the rhythmic sound of your bodies meeting echoing throughout the room.
"Yes, Cardinal... Oh Satan, yes!" you cried out in ecstasy. "You're going to make me cum... I'm going to cum..." The intense pleasure building within you was reaching its peak, and you could hardly contain yourself.
Your moans grew louder and more urgent as Cardinal Copia's relentless thrusts pushed you to the brink of ecstasy. The pleasure surged through your body, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge, ready to tumble into the abyss of release. His hands tightened on your hips, guiding your movements to match his rhythm as he relentlessly drove into you, each stroke sending you closer to the climax you so desperately craved.
"I'm going to make you cum now, sì?" he said. "And when you do, I want you to look into the mirror."
Your heart raced in anticipation as his hand reached down to your clit, his fingers working it fervently while he continued to pound into you with unrestrained abandon. The combined sensations of his thrusts and his skillful touch sent you hurtling toward a powerful climax. He grunted, and suddenly you felt his length throbbing inside you.
"I- Cazzo! I'm going to cum," he growled, relinquishing your clit and concentrating solely on thrusting into you.
He gripped your hips tightly as his own orgasm overtook him, filling you with his hot release. The pulsating waves of pleasure from his climax and the rhythmic movements of his fingers against your clit sent you into a mind-shattering orgasm. Your vision blurred, and your body convulsed with ecstasy. You both moaned in unison as you rode out the waves of pleasure together.
Copia's hand gently cupped your chin, guiding your gaze to the mirror. You watched your entire body tremble with pleasure, your face a picture of ecstasy, until the sensation reached its climax, leaving you feeling utterly relaxed and weak in the knees. Copia held you securely in his arms, gradually lowering you to a more comfortable position, his gentle hand soothing your flushed face.
"Are you okay?" he asked, a concerned tone in his voice.
You nodded and managed a smile, meeting his soft gaze as he looked at you with tenderness, his concern reflecting in his eyes. Gently, he lifted you up and carried you to his bed, laying you down there and sitting beside you.
"Mi dispiace, I guess I was a little too rough and drank a certain amount of your blood," he expressed with remorse.
"T-That's... Okay," you replied weakly.
He offered a gentle smile. "Rest now."
You nodded and closed your eyes slowly, taking deep breaths to regain your strength.
"I'll be here when you wake up," he whispered softly, his presence a comforting reassurance as you drifted into a well-deserved slumber.
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ok omg fruit vendor kuni who purposely picks you some pretty unripe fruits to give you as extra .. his boss thinks it's just him not paying attention to his job again but no. it's for when you can't finish them all and save them for later !! then it'll be ripened once you get to them again <33 he's so thoughtful for someone who gets too distracted during work :')) it's just for you though because he thinks you're so pretty ?? whenever he sees you by chance when he's out getting fruits, with the sumeru rose he gave you tucked in your ear ?? he may not be sure if he has a heart but the giddiness he feels is certain <33
and ooh what if he comes back to the stall when his memories finally came back ?? you get so confused on why he suddenly got snarky to other customers but when your turn came he's surprisingly .. kind. not the same wanderer you got used to — there was no exception to the rough way he talks, but the same sumeru rose and the several unripe sunsettias were in your hand on your way home, and he's hoping that you noticed the candied ajilenakh nut wrapped neatly inside. he's a lone wanderer, he has nothing to give you other than a few fruits he handpicked, but he can surely have nahida teach him how to show you that he cares.
+ candied ajilenakh nut is the base dish for nahida's specialty dish btw !! just a cute lil detail i wanted to add AHAHA i love attempting to write again 🥹
“No. If you think it’s easy to import Harra Fruit from the desert, you have to think twice. We barely have any profit from these fruits and—”
“Young man.” The voice of the stall owner is full with gentle warning. His tone breathes of past circumstances wherein he had to warn the young man beside him to dampen the sharpness of his tongue.
Which proves an odd thing, as you have never seen the young man, Wanderer, as he prefers to be addressed, with a temper before today. You have been quite chummy with each other, and while he seems tender from the inside, you are not certain how immune your friendship is against this side of him.
Finally, he sighs with a roll of his eyes. “I wonder how long this stall will stand if you keep giving away these fruits for free,” he chastises after the customer’s departure. Instead of scolding the Wanderer back, the vendor merely laughed.
“Shall I be concerned of your health? You are of the average height, yes, but you seem robust enough to me. Yet I couldn’t help wondering if you hit your head somewhere,” the vendor expands, searching for Wanderer’s face.
Looking petulant as ever, Wanderer shakes out of the vendor’s grip. “Whatever do you mean? I am perfectly fine.”
One more time, the vendor grips both his shoulders and leads his body to your direction. You start from where you stand, meeting a pair of indigo eyes glaze with little to no surprise. Having their fruit stall as your last destination to buy ingredients, you pump your chest and sauntered towards it.
“Sunsettias?” he says plainly.
“Ah… yes.” You bob your head lightly. “And two Harra Fruit, please.”
His eyebrow lifts. “You’re not making the usual, then?”
“Oh, it’s for an experiment,” you disclose. “For the children, too. I am making candies.”
Delicate hands picking up the fruits you need, he says nothing else. Something has changed in his demeanor, that’s for certain. When you first met him, he looks like a kite drifting in the air. No destination albeit knowing the way. Now, he carries a confidence of someone undertaking the difficult but certain path.
Afraid that he’d noticed your scrutiny, you switch your attention to your purse and prepared the amount of Mora needed. He has your fruits in a paper bag when you finally lifted your head and handed him the payment.
You exchange a nod before you turned on your heels and went on your way. Five steps farther from the stall, you decide to peek inside the bag. There are five Sunsettias instead of one and four Harra Fruit instead of two. Atop them is a freshly-plucked and untouched Sumeru Rose. Without thinking, you jog back but he meets you halfway before reaching the stall.
“I… I can’t take these. Not anymore,” you say with a shake of your head.
“Think nothing of it. It’s a gift,” he answers, crossing his arms over his chest. “For the… children.”
“But you said the stall will surely close if—”
“Whatever I’ve said is not meant for you. However, if you’ll insist, just repay me with something.” Mischief is distinct in his voice.
“With what?” You chuckle. “A handful of candies?”
“Something sweeter than that,” he whispers, eyes drifting to your lips. He makes it obvious to stare boldly, so as to fluster and render you warm before him. In that endeavor, he certainly succeeded. “And a lot of it— not just a handful.”
Breaking eye contact, you pretend to scratch the back of your neck. “I thought… you are not fond of sweets.”
“I’ll be fine. I am not pertaining to food anyways.”
“Then… what are you pertaining to?” You blink at him.
“I’ve found a splendid view somewhere. Will you meet me at the outskirts of the city tonight? If you come, I’ll let you know what it is.”
One, two, three heartbeats after and you are nodding your head. “See you tonight, Wanderer.”
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Coffee Break Confessions
Summary: During a hectic day at the BAU, you and Aaron find a moment of respite in the break room. As you share a cup of coffee, you open up about your dreams, fears, and aspirations, forging a deeper connection and understanding between you.
Contains: Fear of frog, spoiler about Haley, talk about a case,
As the plane gently touched down on the runway in Quantico, Virginia, you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It had been an exhausting and emotionally draining case in New York, where a sadistic killer had been terrorizing the city, preying on his victims' deepest fears.
Stepping off the plane, you were greeted by the cool evening air, which carried a hint of the approaching autumn. The breeze played with your hair, gently brushing against your face, as if nature itself was trying to soothe the lingering unease from the case.
You couldn't help but crave a dose of caffeine after such an exhausting week. With your energy levels running low, your first instinct was to head straight to the break room for a revitalizing cup of coffee. To your surprise, it seemed that Aaron Hotchner had the same idea, as he quietly joined you in the coffee room.
As you fired up the coffee maker, the late hour casting a quiet ambiance in the room, you turned to Aaron Hotchner and offered, "Would you like a cup?" It was just the two of you, making the interaction feel more intimate. He nodded appreciatively, his reply a simple "Yes, please." With a nod of your own, you began pouring the coffee into the cups.
"One sugar, please," he requested, and you obliged, adding the sweetener to his drink. As you handed him his cup, your eyes caught a glimpse of his hand, still showing signs of the injury he had sustained while apprehending the unsub. Concerned, you gently gestured towards his scraped-up hand and advised, "You should put something on that."
"I'll be fine," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance, his chest subtly puffing out with resilience. After a few moments of silence, both of you savoring the warmth of the coffee, you couldn't help but speak up, your tone tinged with sadness. "What a way to die, death by your biggest fear," you mused, shaking your head. As you stared into your half-drunk coffee, “I know” he sighed, understanding the weight of such a fate.
A soft chuckle escaped you as you remembered your own deepest fear. "I'm scared of frogs," you admitted. His eyebrow arched curiously, his gaze fixed on you, intrigued by your unexpected revelation.
"Frogs?" he asked, stunned by the revelation. He had witnessed you fearlessly confront and outmaneuver dangerous unsubs, engage in playful battles with Derek, and undertake numerous daring feats that most people wouldn't dare to attempt. Learning that you were scared of frogs caught him off guard. You groaned and sank into an empty chair, seeking comfort “don’t laugh at me”. Aaron leaned back against the wall, studying you with genuine curiosity.
"I'm not laughing at you," he reassured you, lifting his coffee mug to his lips. "I'm just curious why frogs?" he inquired before taking a sip of his drink. Your rapid explanation followed, your words spilling out in a rush. "I don't know, I just always have been. I remember when I was young and would visit my great aunt and uncle's cabin. There were always frogs, and they just freaked me out. I once refused to leave the cabin the entire time I was there because of the frogs." Your voice held a mix of nostalgia and slight embarrassment.
He chuckled softly, appreciating the unique quirk that was your fast-talking. Many people had criticized it as a flaw, complaining that they couldn't understand you. But to Aaron, it was one of the things he adored about you. He always managed to keep up and grasp the essence of your words, appreciating the authenticity in your rapid delivery.
"How would that even work?" Aaron asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Like being killed by frogs?" He nodded in confirmation,
"Maybe they lock me in a room full of frogs, I don't know," you shrugged, trying to imagine the scenario.
"How about you?" you asked, genuinely curious. "What about your deepest fear?" The words lingered in the air, bouncing around in his mind. Memories flooded back to Aaron—memories of his late ex-wife, Haley, and the unimaginable pain he felt when she was taken from him. He had always believed that losing her was his greatest fear, but now, standing here with you, it was different.
"You," he blurted out, not fully realizing the weight of his words. Your eyes widened in surprise, your heart skipping a beat. The man you had secretly liked for so long, the one who remembered your favorite food and surprised you with it at lunch, was afraid of you?
"Me?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. The revelation left you speechless, a mixture of emotions swirling inside you. You couldn't believe what you were hearing.
"No, no, no," Aaron quickly interjected, his gaze fixed on his cup as he absentmindedly stirred his drink. His movements were restless, his thoughts racing. "I mean... I'm scared of losing you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. The vulnerability in his words struck a chord deep within you, and you realized just how much he cared.
This case made him realize he couldn’t lose you, he needed you.
"Oh," you managed to say, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and anticipation. The air hung heavy with expectation, and for a few seconds, an awkward silence enveloped the room. You could feel Aaron's gaze on you, waiting for your response. Your mind raced, trying to process the enormity of the moment. Did he feel the same way you did all these months?
"Aaron?" you spoke softly, rising from your seat and taking a step closer to him. He hesitated, still avoiding direct eye contact, his focus fixed on his drink. Gathering your courage, you gently reached out and took the cup from his hand, placing it carefully on the counter. The gesture was both comforting and symbolic, conveying your desire to be fully present in that moment.
"I'm afraid of losing you too," you confessed, your voice filled with sincerity. His eyes finally met yours, searching for confirmation and reassurance. "Really?" he asked, a glimmer of hope and vulnerability shining in his eyes. You nodded, a genuine smile gracing your lips as you looked at him.
"More than your fear of frogs?" you tilted your head playfully, “well” you squeaked, teasing him gently. His chuckle filled the room, a sound that warmed your heart. In response, he lightly shoved your shoulder, a playful gesture that conveyed his affection. But then, he surprised you by pulling you closer, bridging the gap between you, and connecting your lips together.
In that moment, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you immersed in a profound and heartfelt connection. The kiss spoke volumes, expressing the depth of your feelings for each other and sealing a new chapter in your shared journey.
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ZhongliXGN!Reader!-"Midnight"
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You quietly open the doors to the Wansheng Funeral Parlor, slipping inside without a sound. It's after hours, actually it's an ungoldy hour of the night, but this is where you were to meet your old friend. Your footsteps are noiseless on the wooden floor as you walk along the hall, looking for the door that would lead you to him.
'Consultant' read the nameplate on the second to last door in the hall. You come to a stop and raise your fist, but before you can knock a deep but gentle voice calls out "Come in." You may be an Adeptus, but you'd never be able to sneak up on him. Stepping inside and closing the door behind you, you look into the face of the Archon you hadn't seen in over a century.
"Y/n," Morax, or as he signed his letter to you, Zhongli says with a smile. "It's been a long time. Please, have a seat." He gestures to the empty chair across from his desk.
You graciously bow to the Archon before sinking into the chair. "So…." you start, wanting to get your most pressing question out of the way. "I'm really confused as to what I should call you." You tilt your head to the side as you study him.
He chuckles before answering. "Rex Lapis is what the people of Liyue call me now, however if we are together in public, I ask that you refer to me as Zhongli. But whatever name you prefer to use is fine by me."
You mull his words over for a minute before answering. "I prefer Morax, I always have. But to avoid any potential slip-ups, I'll use your modern name. Zhongli does have a nice ring to it."
He lets out another small laugh. "So be it." He stands and opens a cupboard on the wall behind him. "Care for a drink?" He asks as he pulls a bottle out of the shadows. You smile as the faint light hits the amber liquid encased in the glass.
"I'll always say yes to a glass of Osmanthus wine." You tell him. Smiling, he sits two glasses on his desk and slowly fills each one. He hands you a glass, yet you wait till he lifts his to his lips before taking a sip of yours. "Mmmm," you hum softly. "Tastes the same as I remember…" The last time you enjoyed this liquor you were also enjoying the company of the Archon. Back then, you had more companions to drink with, but most of those companions have since passed.
Zhongli smiles softly down at his glass. "But where are those who share the memories…" He whispers softly. You know the words aren't meant for you, they're more a moment of self reflection, so you stay quiet. Finally, his golden eyes raise to yours. "It has been quite a long time, hasn't it?" He asks you softly.
"It has." You respond as you take another sip of the wine. "We've each gone through a lot since the last time we saw each other." You think back on your own recent dark history and shudder. You can only imagine the things that Zhongli has gone through since you last saw him.
The two of you sit in silence as the clock hanging on the wall chimes midnight.
Finally, you speak up. "There must be a reason you've summoned me, Zhongli. Other than to drink with you, I mean." You swirl the contents of your glass, letting the scents of the wine dance around the room as you stare at the being across from you. Adepti in human forms don't age unless they choose to, you know that from experience, but you can't help marveling at how little the brown haired man has changed. His formal posture, his kind mannerisms, the smooth way he speaks. All of it has been unchanged by the years.
He is still the same man you remember.
"You are correct, dear y/n," he says, smiling across at you. "I was actually wondering if you would consider making a contract with me?" He asks.
"Ahh… I haven't heard those words in quite a long time." You muse. The last time you signed a contract with Morax was over one hundred and fifty years ago. While it was advantageous for the both of you, you knew entering into a binding arrangement with the Archon of Contracts was no minor undertaking.
"Do not fret, my dear," he reassures you as he refills your wine glass. "It should not be quite as daunting as last time." He pulls a stack of papers out of a drawer in his desk and slides them across to you. He sits in silence as you quickly read over his neat handwriting. The contract laid out a form of companionship that you would have never thought, in all your years as an Adeptus, the Geo Archon would request of you.
For several minutes you read and reread the paperwork, your face flushing slightly at several of the conditions. Sitting the papers back on his desk, you drain your second glass of wine. Wordlessly, Zhongli refills it for you. You lean back in your chair, sipping the wine as you contemplate everything you just read.
After a few minutes, you finally speak. “You’re looking for a partner?”
He has his elbows resting on the desk, fingertips pressed together in front of his lips. “Well,” he says softly, “I was hoping I had found one, hence the contract. Were my presumptions incorrect about your feelings towards me all those years ago?” You blushed once again and shook your head. Of course he noticed your attraction to him back when you were a young Adeptus. “Ah, then perhaps those feelings have changed since we were last together? If that is the case, then I sincerely apologize.”
“It’s not that, Zhongli. It’s just…” You trail off, trying to find the right words to convey what you’re feeling. “Never in my entire time of existence would I have thought that you would want that kind of relationship with me. I guess I just assumed that you viewed me the way you view Alatus, as if I was your child.”
He smiles softly and stands from his seat. Walking around the large wooden desk, he kneels down in front of you and holds a gloved hand out. You instantly place your hand in his, feeling the warmth of his palm through the leather. His long fingers gently close around your hand and he squeezes gently. “Y/n,” he whispers. “You are so special to me and I care for you deeply. The love that I hold for you is not the same type of love that I hold for Alatus. I’m… slightly embarrassed to admit this, but when I first began thinking of this contract, you were the first person I thought of proposing it to.” His free hand raises to his mouth, as if he wants to catch the words he just spoke. Instead he covers his eyes, embarrassed.
You look in awe at the Archon in front of you. One of the oldest beings in existence, he holds the power to destroy monsters and topple nations. Yet here he is, covering his eyes and blushing, as if he were a young mortal confessing to his first crush. The fondness for him that swells in your chest is almost painful. You honestly never thought you could love him any more than you already did, yet here he was, proving you wrong.
“Zhongli,” you whisper, squeezing his hand. Once he finally moves his hand and meets your gaze, you smile at him. “I’ll do it.”
His eyebrows raise in shock. Apparently this was not the answer he expected. “So, you agree to the contract?”
“Yes, Morax, Archon of Geo. I, y/n, the Adeptus known as Ravine Dreamer, agree to the contract you have presented to me.” The second the words left you mouth, you could feel the power of the contract fill your body.
Standing, Zhongli pulls you out of your chair and against his body. He raises your hand that’s still in his and kisses it, saying “You belong to me now, and I to you.” The fingers of his free hand trail down your cheek as he stares into your eyes. He slowly leans down to kiss you, giving you plenty of time to lean back. But you’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.
His lips were firm yet gentle against yours. His arms slide around your body, one hand stopping on the small of your back while the other slides up until it’s tangled in your hair, gently gripping the back of your head. He pulls your body closer to his, his arms as binding as the contract between you. Your arms are pressed against his chest, pinned between your bodies. You grip the lapel of his suit and tug as you deepen the kiss. He lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a moan. “Eager, are we?” He whispers against your lips before pulling back and looking down at you. “I am surprised you’re not more reserved about this.”
You smile up into his face. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, Zhongli.” You tell him as you greedily pull him back down for another kiss. You slide your tongue into his mouth, which he eagerly accepts. You’re able to slide your arms up around his neck, attempting to pull him even closer than he already is. Your arousal for the Archon is growing with each minute you make out, and you can tell it’s the same for him.
He walks you back until you feel his desk pressing against the back of your legs. Pulling back, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, letting his lips travel languidly up until they’re pressed against your ear. “It seems that kissing me isn’t the only thing that you’ve been wanting.” He growls in a husky voice as his teeth nip at your earlobe. You can’t help the shudder that wracks through your body as his teeth continue to nip at your skin.
“Ah, Zhongli,” you moan softly, and you hear him growl again as he bites down harder on your neck. Grabbing you by the shoulders, he quickly spins you around and pushes you so you’re bent over his desk.
Leaning down over you, he nibbles on your ear once again before whispering “I want to hear you moaning all of my names tonight, y/n.” His hands slide up under your shirt, the leather of his gloves sticking to your bare skin. He bites your shoulder before pulling back as he begins to rid you of your clothes. Once you're bare before him, he begins shedding his own clothes.
You can see the shock and excitement on his face when you look back over your shoulder and give him your only command of the night. "Keep the gloves on."
He was going to have fun with you.
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This Couple is Unusual
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Chapter 4 This couple, danse macabre
cw: human trafficking, violence, swearing
“What is she doing here?” Ciel slightly panicked as Sebastian forced him to face away from his fiance. “She cannot, under no circumstances see me in this…this…”
“Oh, look at that pretty girl over there, her dress is so cute, too! Please excuse me, Miss.”
“Oh, stay-”
The blonde girl swiftly followed the girl in her pink dress who vanished within the crowd with the man dressed in black.
“...safe.”
You let out a sigh, shaking your head with a smile on your tinted lips.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting,” Satan popped up next to you, handing you a drink. “Are you alright? You look confused.”
You leaned in, voice low “I think I just saw Ciel Phantomhive crossdressing.”
“You’re pulling my leg.” Satan raised an eyebrow, mirth reflecting in his eyes.
“No, the cute girl a second ago pointed at them and I recognized his butler, otherwise I would have missed it.”
Satan hummed “An effective masquerade I must say. Do you have any idea who the girl you were walking to was?”
You side-eyed him “No, but I have the feeling you do. The Earl panicked when he spotted her, tho.”
“Precisely. Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford is his fiancé. She is also Madam Red’s niece. If she blew his cover, he’d be humiliated.”
Your nose wrinkled “Didn’t you tell me she is the Earl’s aunt, too?”
He nodded.
“Sweet home Alabama,” you mumbled.
Satan chuckled “Madam Red is part of this gathering as well, by the way. I’ve seen her in the lounging area enjoying herself with the other guests. The Chinese man, too. They are sticking out like a sore thumb.”
“Huh, is her butler not with her?”
Satan shook his head “I’ve seen him earlier at the entrance but we should concentrate on the Viscount.”
The two of you got on the dance floor, keeping a lookout for Viscount Druitt. Satan gently moved you to the flow of the classical music. You were glad you’d gotten enough dance experience from all the balls Lord Diavolo hosted (and all the other parties you were invited to) for not embarrassing Satan and you.
Your blond husband had the perfect posture, guiding you with perfectly even steps. He was great with ballroom dances, rivaling Lucifer’s, Barbatos's, and Diavolo’s skills. That he looked like a fairytale prince - no, king - with the outfit Asmodeus picked for him was only a bonus for his royal demeanor.
Satan gave you a soft smile only reserved for you when he noticed you staring at him with furrowed brows, and for a moment you forgot why you were even here. It was just him and you. His eyes were a unique shade of blue and green with a yellow gradient that sparkled whenever he was excited over cats and literature and when talking about you. Your heart swelled with pride.
The moment was over, however, when you locked eyes with Sebastian Michaelis dancing with his protégé among the crowd of humans. He gave you an ominous smirk.
After the meeting with Undertaker, you were informed by Satan that the butler in black was a demon, a lesser one compared to your found family of course, but the kind that wants your soul in exchange for making a pact to eat it after its fulfillment. The child Sebastian was with must have been very desperate to make a Faustian Contract. You only knew the child was an orphan and inherited a factory for toys after his parents tragically died in a fire.
You smiled back, discreetly flipping him off right before Satan twirled you around again to create a distance.
You watched the couple reach the dancing area's side, noticing one of your targets approaching the Earl. You look at Satan who nods, following suit.
You decided to stand nearby, maintaining a low profile but close enough to eavesdrop, another beverage in hand to look unsuspicious.
With disgust, you observe Viscount Druitt making a move on the now-alone preteen. Kissing his hand, laying a hand on his waist, holding his chin like a lover would, and calling him “my little robin” - it took willpower to not storm over.
“What the fuck is this demon thinking leaving the child all alone with this creep?”
Suddenly the music stopped. Everyone's eyes were on Sebastian Michaelis who set up a cupboard in the middle of the crowd, announcing a magic performance.
“That gentleman over there, would you mind to assist me?”
Sebastian grinned, pointing at Satan of all people. You nearly snorted out your drink. A dark aura surrounded your husband, his lips twitching in annoyance.
The demon butler now was asking for trouble.
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with Satan & Sebastian…
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This third-rate demon couldn’t be serious.
Satan kept a socially acceptable expression as he walked toward the make-shift mise-en-scène. He ignored the curious glances, trying to suppress his murderous intent.
The Ravenette, now wearing a lacy butterfly mask to conceal his identity to a certain degree, smirked and opened the wooden wardrobe. “As you can see, this is an ordinary cupboard,” Sebastian explained “I’ll go inside and I need you to tie it up with these chains.” He handed over the metal chain to Satan who accepted it, slightly curious what exactly he had planned.
“And then you can use these swords-” he pulled out several iron swords from out of nowhere “...to pierce this cupboard. After you do this, I shall come out alive for all to see.”
Satan’s face darkened with wrathful mirth “I won’t hold back, are you sure?”
Sebastian held his gaze with a smug one of his own “I’m sure you will.”
Then he addressed the audience “There is no trap or trick to this. Please enjoy this rare performance!”
The party guests gasped, murmuring and whispering.
“I’m going to enjoy this” Satan murmured, quickly tying the chain and fastening it tightly.
Within the blink of an eye Satan pierced a sharp sword into the top of the cupboard, then into the left, the right, back, and front, pushing in more and more like a madman until nearly no space was left untouched.
The viewers gasped.
(And Sebastian felt something akin to anxiety for the first time in his life when the first sword aimed for his head. And that other demon was fast, too)
Satan flipped a strand of hair back “Let’s see if he is alright, shall we?”
When the door opened and Sebastian stepped out with a strained smile, the crowd cheered.
“Impressive!”
“A miracle!”
“You owe me one for not exterminating you,” Satan hissed.
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Meanwhile…
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“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I get your attention please?”
The crowds' murmuring died down, focusing on the stage; more precisely on the covered something next to the emcee.
“Next we have the item everyone has anticipated. Please look at it carefully~”
With one movement the cover was swiped off, revealing a metal birdcage.
Masqueraded nobles ranked their eyes over his bound form, happy murmurs filled the room yet he couldn’t see through the blindfold around his head.
“You may keep her in the cage. If you prefer you can play with her as much as you wish. Use her for a ceremony! If it is only parts of her you desire, it can sure be arranged.”
Ciel felt a wave of dizziness when he snapped his head towards the voice closest to him.
/That’s Aleister Chamber’s voice/
“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a hard-to-get item. Her eyes are bright and beautiful like the sea! And now I’ll proceed to show you!”
When the light of the candles hit his face, his temples throbbed. Ciel opened his eyes, realization setting in like he’d swallowed a heavy stone.
“The starting bid is one thousand pounds!”
Hands shot in the air, high numbers outdoing the other.
“Wow, you people are disgusting fucks.”
The candles flickered violently before they were violently blown off by a sudden gust of wind.
/Who the hell is this?/
“Spirit of earth, cover the mouth of those nobles who sit before me, and silence their cries forever.”
One bidder after another sagged in their chairs, heads dropping row after row in the blink of an eye.
The only noble left standing was Viscount Druitt, unable to process what happened, and unable to move a single muscle.
Of course, this wouldn’t do.
A fist met his cheek with a satisfying crack.
“Sweet dreams you pig!”
You turned to the birdcage, meeting Ciel Phantomhive's flabbergasted stare with an accusatory one of your own. His eyepatch was off, showing his pact mark.
“What…what are you?”
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“What in the sweet hell’s where you thinking?! Do you understand what could have gotten wrong if you didn’t wake up before being sold off to some pervert!?”
Ciel whipped off the dust from his dress after he was freed from his restraints. “I would have been doing fine even without you interfering. I was just about to call for my butler before you barged in,” he scoffed, crossing his arms “You also didn’t answer my question. Are you some sort of witch?”
“Are you trying to insult me? I’m a sorcerer!”
“Same thing!”
You pinched his cheek, hard. “It’s not! Sorcerers are far superior.”
Ciel slapped your hand away with a huff, rubbing the arching side of his face.
“How did you even get in here?” he eyed your attire critically “You’re still just some journalist from overseas.”
“Company secret,” you answered slyly, making him roll his eyes after you winked at him, pointer finger moving to seal your mouth.
“Whatever…Sebastian!”
Within a fraction of a second, the butler spawned next to his master.
“My, my. Looks like my service wasn’t needed after all.” Crimson flashed in his auburn eyes as he bowed slightly. “Although it wasn’t expected nor in fact needed, the Phantomhive household offers their gratitude for your act of kindness.”
His honeyed words went from one ear through the other.
“Maybe take better care of your charge then who obviously can’t even defend himself properly from pedophilic creeps.”
Sebastian shot you a stink-eye despite his smile “Rest assured, he is in the best of hands.”
Before you could answer, a gloved hand found its way to your mouth. Satan’s distinct perfume hit your nose as he pushed you against his broad chest, his other arm lazily draped across your belly.
“Since the party is over and the Yard is arriving any minute, I’d say we also take our leave. I’m not too thrilled explaining this to the commonality.”
“Anyhow, the case of Jack the Ripper is closed now,” Ciel said “You may write about the murders but there are things that obviously shouldn’t reach the ears of the public. As assigned by Her Majesty, I shall oversee any reports regarding this topic.”
You wondered if you could contest the Avatar of Wrath if you would spend any minute with this audacious child.
Speaking of the personification of sin, Satan let out a chuckle “We might do that real soon, well, if this is the end of the murders, that is…”
Sebastian and Ciel couldn’t hide their surprise.
Seizing this moment you took the hand from your mouth, pulling out your D.D.D from under your corset.
Snap,
A flash of light went off and you two vanished into thin air. “See ya~”
“Tell me that strange device wasn’t a camera,”
“I’m afraid it was, my Lady.”
“Sebastian!”
It was frustrating that you weren’t allowed to temper with the past.
The very same night your contact from Scotland Yard called you to the new crime scene. Annie Shepherman was murdered while you were busy with Lord Chamber’s underground auction.
Her body was severely battered, much worse than the last victims of Jack The Ripper. She was transported and brought to Undertaker for the autopsy which was a technical formality at that point. Satan took pictures of the crime scene for undercover reasons before you called it a day and went back to your hotel.
In the morning you decided to finally go shopping for the brothers and your friends. It was successful this mid-morning. You got:
A fancy pocket watch for Diavolo.
A crested tea storage box for Barbatos additionally to the tealeaves he wanted.
A couple of rare magical ingredients for Solomon.
A classical music gramophone record for Lucifer.
An antique hairbrush and mirror set for Asmodeus.
An original copy of the Hokusai manga for Leviathan.*
A vintage money box for Mammon (aside from several trinkets he’ll resell).
A mechanical music box that played a soothing lullaby for Belphegor.
A large amount of confectionary for Beelzebub (you were glad to have unlimited storage space inside your bag after nearly buying up the Funtom Corporation’s and Harrod’s whole stock of candy).
A hand-crafted royal blue dairy with a fun trick lock for Simeon.
And a receipt book about authentic Victorian desserts for Luke.
Mephistopheles’s hand-carved riding crop was still a work in process, so you had to come back tomorrow. You also haven’t found something for Thirteen and Raphael but you were thinking of buying an embroidered sewing box kit for the angel and one of those fancy umbrellas for the shinigami.
You also didn’t know what to buy for Satan. Knowing him he has already picked up something super thoughtful for you and you want to show him your appreciation, too, so it can’t be just some book or vinyl.
As you went your merry way, you found yourself at the doorsteps of The Undertaker shop. Was the silver-haired mortician done with poor Annie?
Before you knew it, your feet carried you inside.
The jingle of a small bell above the door announced your arrival, but there was no one in the stuffy, dark front room.
“Mister Undertaker?” No reaction. Was he in the pathology downstairs?
You carefully trod forward, half expecting him to emerge from one of these coffins to give you a heart attack. Mammon would take to his heel by now if he was here but you weren’t a scaredy cat. “Undertaker!” you tried again. Nothing.
You opened the coffin he hid inside the last time but it was empty.
He sure wouldn’t mind if you looked around for a bit, wouldn’t he?
There was a large cupboard on the far left where a man like Undertaker would fit in. You turned the knob. It didn’t budge at first but after rattling on the door a few times it swung open.
Whoosh.
“Argh!”
Bonus: Somewhere the brothers felt a chill running down their spines as their "MC-is-doing-sth.-reckless"-tingle was activated
*credits go to PerpetuallyAwake / @anunholyabomination, tysm!
Guess who is crawling back...It's me!
This was supposed to be even longer but, I kinda wanna be an ass and end with a cliffhanger instead of dragging it into 4000k+ words, so I'll move the following scene to the next chapter (that I will hopefully post in April)
[Btw, who can find the gaming references I couldn't help but put in?]
Feel free to give me constructive feedback :)
#this couple is unusual#crossover#kuroshitsuji#obey me shall we date#obey me#black butler season 1#black butler#obey me satan#satan x reader#om satan x reader#undertaker#ciel phantomhive#sebastian michaelis#alternate universe#female reader#warning: historical inaccuracies#wip#fantasy#obey me nightbringer#time travel shenanigans
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On my hands and knees BEGGING people to read the Focus on the Heart FAQ.
But let me spell it out, once again: your fave is not in the game because this is a post-Burning Shores DLC, 100% volunteer project. If enough people didn't step up and volunteer for a route, it was cut/not considered. We don't have a budget, and we don't have unlimited time.
For some perspective, we literally JUST finished with the scripts. When you account for variances based on choices, they are enormous. They took months of writing, editing, and formatting. Sprites include dozens of assets each that also took months to create, and there are 4+ CGs - full illustrations - per route. Each route has thousands of lines of code that I have been writing, BY MYSELF so far - and this doesn't even account for the additional coding that goes into the UI and game design. Wanna know what else I'm doing by myself? Over 25 hand painted backgrounds that were requested by each route. Wanna know what our audio lead has been doing, also entirely solo? Over 40 music tracks, most of which were also by request.
Putting together a single route for this game is a monumental effort that requires the hard work of multiple people, especially at the standards we've established. It isn't easy, it's not something we can just throw together at the slightest hint of interest.
Please, keep in mind the labor, time, and energy people are expending to make this game a reality. Even if it's a simple 2D visual novel, it's still a full fledged game, and making any game is a monumental undertaking.
Oh, and for the record? Currently, my estimation is that FOTH will take over 20 hours to complete 100%. Yeah.
You are getting a 20+ hour game, FOR FREE.
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could i please have comfort fluff with a quiet, shy reader who cries sometimes from feeling ugly and like no one likes or cares about her with 1997 lord of darkness taker? she doesn't want to bother him with her troubles but he wants to hear her
maybe a bit erotic too..
Ok, so whenever I try to write Ministry!Taker, what comes out is a Lord of the Manor type. I find it hard to write him within a wrestling universe due to the nature of the character, so it always ends being in an AU with an air of magic powers and mysticism - I hope that’s OK! I also didn’t quite get there with the eroticism, so I’m sorry about that - just felt that if I’d tried to add it then it would have seemed shoe-horned in and rushed.
Obsidian & Lilium
You didn’t realise that you could be heard. You thought you’d found a quiet spot when the sadness overtook you and so when the door to the under stairs cupboard opens you squeak in shock.
“Now, what do we have here?” The deep voice rumbles and then his head and shoulders appear in the now open doorway.
Your eyes go wide and your throat freezes up when you realise that it’s the master of the house. Unable to respond in the moment you hurriedly wipe a hand over your face.
“Out you come, girl.” His tone is gentle but firm and then he steps back, allowing you room to slink out of your hiding place. You stand before the giant of a man, the head of the Ministry of Darkness himself - the one known as The Undertaker, and try desperately to stop crying.
He steps away briefly as your tears reduce to sniffles and you notice that he’s at the sink. He turns back and presents you with a cool, damp cloth which you take and wipe over your face. You remain in stunned silence as he takes your hand and leads you to the table, taking a seat and indicating that you should do the same.
“Perhaps you’d like to tell me why you’re crying?”
You lift the cloth to your mouth and try not to get overwhelmed. The very idea that the Lord of Darkness is here with you ‘below stairs’ is enough to send you reeling, never mind that he’s talking to you as well.
You shake your head and mumble behind the cloth, “It doesn’t matter.”
His expression remains neutral but he reaches out and plucks the material from your hand, dropping it to the table. You glance up at him guiltily, realising that you should be showing more respect and add, “It’s nothing, sir.”
He taps his long, pale fingers gently against the table top. “Enough to have a member of my ministry hiding away in a cupboard and crying. I should say that matters.”
You stare at the digits in fascination, seeing for the first time how many of them are bent as though they’ve perhaps been broken. You notice the faint freckles that pepper the back of his hands and his short, neat nails. You’ve never been this close to him and find it surprising that you don’t feel particularly scared.
“Something has upset you,” he continues. “Has anybody spoken unkindly to you?”
You look up at him and a sigh escapes before you can stop it. He doesn’t react beyond a twitch of that pierced eyebrow and so you elaborate. “Nobody speaks to me, sir. Why would they?”
“I cannot imagine why they wouldn’t, little one.”
Your eyes raise to him in surprise at the mild endearment and he nods encouragingly. You pick up the cloth again and dab at your eyes but then shake your head as you say quietly, “It’s not important. Please, I - I shouldn’t be taking up your time like this.”
He reaches across and strokes a lazy circle on your hand with one finger. “I get to decide how I spend my time - no one else.”
Your hand seems to tingle at his touch and it’s clear that you’re to keep talking. You concentrate on the pattern he’s drawing on your skin and let the words fall out, even though the reality of it makes your voice crack a bit. “Nobody really likes me, sir. There’s no one to care about me - it’s not as if I’m pretty or anything.”
“Nonsense.” He waits for you to finish but is quick with his simple rebuttal. “I’ve spent only a few moments in your company and I find you perfectly likeable, so why shouldn’t others?” He continues on as you sit in rather stunned silence. “I myself care about each and every member of my ministry, and as to your last point, well…” He stops tracing his finger over your skin and instead takes your hand in his. “You are most definitely a pretty little thing. I expect even nicer without red eyes from all those tears.”
You stare at your joined hands, his covering yours completely and then glance up at him. His expression is inscrutable and you swallow. “It’s very kind of you - too kind, sir - to say that but,”
“I never say things that I do not mean, little one.” His interruption is quiet but firm and then you’re astonished to see that he’s smiling. Not the cruel or sarcastic smirks that you think you’re used to seeing sometimes on the faces of those around you, but a genuine smile - albeit small, but that somehow makes it even more real. Unbidden, you feel yourself returning it. “There, now - such a pretty smile.”
“Thank you,” you reply as you feel yourself blushing. Doubt still nags at you, however, and you say wistfully, “I wish it were true, sir. It seems that being attractive is valued more highly than anything. And that will never be me.”
He stands up without releasing your hand and so you have little choice but to get up with him. “Valued by those without the brains to value much else,” he says. “I would like you to take a walk with me.”
It’s a question and yet not one, given how he presents it with such finality - of course, he is used to being obeyed. You’re not about to try and resist his will, so you nod and with one hand in his and the other clutching the cloth, he leads you from the room.
He takes you up the stairs and through the main house which makes your head swivel around as you take it all in. The next familiar sight you see is the gardens - you love it when you get the opportunity to walk near here, though you’ve never seen it properly. You wish it wasn’t dark and it seems silly to stroll about when it is.
“A walk in the gardens when it’s dark, sir?” You can’t help voicing your doubt and then you squeak and then giggle as he turns his free hand palm up and you see a gentle glow emanating from it. It’s enough to light the way immediately ahead of you and makes you step more confidently.
“Certainly when it’s dark, little one.” There’s that tiny endearment again and it makes your heart swell a little. “Night blooming lilies are quite beautiful.” He leads you down a few more paths and then when you round the next corner you gasp in wonder because there they are - rows of bright, white lilies glowing in the moonlight. There’s a pond too, with yet more wide open flowers sitting atop the inky black surface as water trickles down a stone feature into the pool.
“I’ve never seen anything so pretty,” you whisper, utterly transfixed by the sight before you.
He lets go of your hand and you stiffen slightly as you feel him stroking his fingertips up your back. “I have,” he says softly. “And I’m standing with her at this very moment.”
You turn and look up at him, no longer feeling shy or like a lesser person. “Thank you.”
The statement seems too small but it’s all you can manage for now and you hope it’s enough. It must be, you think to yourself, because then he’s leaning down and brushing his lips against yours. You know and understand in that moment that everything is going to be alright.
END.
#the undertaker#undertaker#this character lives in my head rent free#wwe#wwf#fanfic#the undertaker x reader#undertaker x reader#ministry!taker#ministry undertaker#anon asks#TTT Tumblr Asks
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The plan was to start watching The Sign by divvying up the series into two episodes per day until I could finish. Well…that plan went completely out the window and I ended up binge watching the entire thing in one go. So, as I try to gather my thoughts, I wanted to sort of get my feelings out there on what I thought was an incredible show before I finally unfilter the tags (as to avoid any outside influence on my opinion).
Let me preface this by saying that this is going to be an incredibly bias opinion given my cultural upbringing and background (I'm half-Thai and I've spent almost half of my life living in Thailand), so please take that into account before reading any further. I metaphorically removed my western-lensed glasses while watching this series and preferred to watch as a Thai viewer, which probably made the more confusing or difficult parts of the show a lot easier to swallow. So, yes, I will admit that the show was not perfect by any means, but I was able to overlook a lot of its shortcomings given the parts that had been done so well and what this series could mean for Thai QL media going forward.
My goddess, where do I even start…
I'm a sucker for the reincarnated/fated lovers trope, so the show had me before it even started. What I absolutely loved the most about the romance and the A+ chemistry was that it didn't dominate or singularly drive the story, which was refreshing to see. It gave room to explore the fantasy/mythological elements of the show, the investigatory plotlines (which we'll get to later), and the relationships of the characters surrounding the "main leads".
Episode 3, my beloved, was what solidified my trust in this series and served as the foundation for the personalized experience I curated in my continued viewing. First off (and a bit of a side note), seeing Yoshi show up as Sand just made my heart super happy. I've been following her off and on since 2018, and she was one of the only things I actually liked about หมอ มือ ใหม่… but I digress. Behind the main story (and maybe even because of it), this episode was, for all intents and purposes, a love letter to Thai culture and its religious mythology. Which, when you consider how much international draw a BL series can hold, is truly momentous. International viewers got to experience the Bang Fai Phayanak (the naga fireball festival) that occurs every Wan Ok Phansa (the last day of what is considered Buddhist Lent) and the significance it holds over Thai history and culture. Using this as the stepping stone to establish the importance of the series' reliance on naga folklore…brilliant! The episode was also the viewers' introduction to the Buddhist idea of the cyclical intermingling of karmic fates. How the implications of an interdependence on one fate more than the others would later define the relationship between Phaya, Tharn, and Chalothorn…genius! All of this!? In one episode…of a BL!? I was overwhelmed by a sense of cultural gratitude and pride, that I still can't quite shake. I think Saint knew exactly what he was doing when he chose to adapt this series and I love him even more for it.
Aside from the cultural dependency and relevance, the show delivered so much beyond that as well. The production quality sailed high above previous BL standards and, in turn, lent itself to beautiful visuals and cinematography.
The casting! Billy and Babe's chemistry was just so *chef's kiss*. I knew Billy would absolutely smash it in the role of Phaya, but I often forgot that this was Babe's first ever acting role. It was an undertaking, that you could tell, he did not take lightly. Heng!? Wow! What a performance! He's been a staple in every Idol Factory series thus far, but he really nailed the purely villainous role of Chalothorn. Gap as Yai? No notes. He was able to flesh out what could have been a very one-dimensional character. Tack and Poom as Khem and Thongtai were a welcome levity inbetween, what was otherwise, a more weighty plot.
If I had to address any gripes I had with the series, there were only two that really stood out:
1) I wish the moments/conversations between Tharn and Chalothorn that eventually led to Tharn's return hadn't happened off-screen. There was a lot left to be resolved that could have been explored in that instance. But using my own inference based on Tharn as a character, his relationship with Chalothorn, and the core of his personality, I could kind of piece together how that ending came to be.
2)The lesser intriguing elements of the investigation storylines were shaky, at best. (If you were looking for the show to have a firm western-influenced ACAB agenda, then I'm sorry to say you were setting yourself up for disappointment. As much as I selfishly wanted it to be, this series was never going to be that show, it's a Thai drama.) From a Thai perspective, it made sense that the "copaganda" aspect of the series focused on the incompetency and inefficiency of a police force where justice is often informed by wealth and greed. I got an idea of what the show's stance on the matter was supposed to be but the overall plot and its consistency got lost somewhere within the final execution.
Other than that, I was left feeling satisfyingly content with where the series landed and I will continue to highly recommend it. It's easily one on my top five favorite Thai BL dramas and just Thai dramas in general! And…
There is such a rich history of mythology and folklore left for the show to still sink its teeth into: the garuda of it all, the pre-existing feud between the naga and garuda and why that is… Aside from a few minor specificities that were missing from naga folklore (their exclusion didn't really detract from anything, but it could have served to benefit non-Thai viewers), all of that could be addressed in a second season. Which, at this point, seems pretty likely 🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾 and would be HUGE in the BL world.
PLEASE, LET IT HAPPEN! 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
#the sign#the sign the series#thai culture#thai mythology#thai bl#i've had a very productive unproductive 12 hrs#i need sleep#i need to catch up on work#i formally apologize to my followers who are about to be flooded with 'the sign' content#i'm excited to finally get to see all the fan creations and gifs#😊😊😊#koda watches bl
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„You, Colin Bridgerton, will not be going near that woman!“ Anthony almost spat into the face of his younger brother, waving his finger at him. „Not only have you defiled her but her honor with your foolish words!“
„Brother-“ Colin tried but Anthony didn't let him have the word.
„No! You will do as I say, otherwise you can feel free to leave again.“ Anthony's arm pointed towards the door of his study but his gaze was firmly planted on Colin.
Colin‘s jaw tensed while he fumbled with his hands. „You can not expect me to follow your instructions,“ he told his older brother, withstanding the viscount's gaze.
„And why is that so?“
Colin took a deep breath before he walked a step towards Anthony but when he wanted to say something nothing came out of his mouth, so he closed it again.
“I should have known,“ Anthony groaned, massaging the bridge of his nose. „She may not be my responsibility but we both know that she has no male relative to do so, nor does her mother care.“ Anthony smoothes his suit jacket down, looking at Colin again. „That is why I made her my responsibility, Colin. So, either you keep yourself at bay or I need to resort to other means.“
„You would not-“
“Do not dare me to,“ Anthony hissed, his gaze fierce. Colin barely saw his brother behave like that. It made him take a step back and gulp. Anthony was serious right now…
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When Varley opened the door her jaw almost fell slack to the floor. „Lord Bridgerton?“ She cleared her throat and stepped aside. „How may I be of service to you?“
Anthony crossed his arms behind his back, glancing down at the older woman. „I would like to speak with Miss Penelope Featherington.“
Varely only blinked at the viscount for a second before she cleared her throat and nodded. „Certainly my Lord. I shall inform her of your presence. Please, spend your wait in the drawing room,“ she guided him down the hallway into the formal drawing room.
Antony nodded. „Thank you Varely.“
„Lord Bridgerton,“ Penelope walked into the room, the hint of a frown on her face. „What is the honor of your visit?“ She bowed her head and Anythony did the same.
„Miss Featherington, I am pleased to see you. I shall speak to you.“ Anthony glanced at Varely who still stood in the door frame. „In private.“
Varely curtsied and left, closing the door behind her. Meanwhile Penelope curiously eyed the man opposite to her, still trying to plaster together the reason why he was here. Perhaps he wanted her to stop visiting Bridgerton House? Or he wanted her to stop her friendships with Eloise? It was well known that where the Featheringtons were, scandal was close.
Anthony cleared his throat, searching for Penelope’s gaze. „I hope we can leave the formalities aside now that we‘re alone,“ he asked.
She hesitatingly nodded as she carefully sat down on one of the couches. Anthony remained on the other side of the room, arms crossed behind his back.
„So, Lord—“
“Anthony,“ he interrupted. „I insist.“
„Oh…“ Penelope nodded again, thinking what to say next. „Then, please, call me Penelope.“
„Very well Penelope.“ Then he started pacing. „The following entreaty may appear peculiar, yet I hope you will let me explain.“
“Certainly, my—Anthony,“ Penelope said, growing more confused with every passing moment. What did he want that seemed weird to him?
Anthony took a deep breath before he straightened his back and looked directly at the youngest Featherington daughter. „Given your lack of a male relative, I wish to undertake the responsibility for your welfare and protection.“
Penelope opened her mouth to answer, but she wasn‘t able to form any words. What?
„I am aware“—Anthony let out an almost nervous chuckle—„that this may be an imposition, yet I—and Kate, as well as the others—only seek the best for you Penelope.“
„I—I can‘t possibly ask this of you!“ Penelope stuttered, still not sure if this wasn‘t a dream or not. There was no way Anthony Bridgerton—Viscount Bridgerton—asked to take responsibility for her. She surely was dreaming or—
„I am the one asking Penelope,“ Anthony interrupted her thoughts, purposely walking towards her.
should i continue this lol? this is a really rough first draft and idk if i should make something outta it or if it should just stay a blurb🧍🏼
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