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swanimagines · 2 months

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NEVER YOU | KAZ BREKKER

Summary: Kaz has hated you for no reason for a long time, but you were always ignoring him being mean. But one day, you actually do get hurt by his insult - and that eventually leads to something you didn't know would happen.

The Crow Club was unusually quiet that day. Only a few players were present, one at the bar counter downing his first pint and you knew only by the looks of him that he’d keep downing them until he’s kicked out. Another customer at the table was cheating, and you knew Jesper noticed it too.

You saw Kaz’s shadow coming down the stairs before you even heard the click of his cane. The shadow grew bigger, until Kaz was standing on your right and you smiled at him.

“Morning, boss,” you greeted him, only to be met with a glare before he turned away. You sighed, he had been like that for almost six months, it started a couple of months after you became a Crow - you hadn’t even done anything, at least nothing you could point out why Kaz hated you so much. Maybe he just hated kindness, being so ruthless himself.

You turned your attention back to your breakfast, munching away as you read the newspaper until all the customers were out, and you saw the Crows gathering together at the bar counter. You momentarily met eyes with Inej, and Kaz retorted something, making Inej look at him again. By the looks of it, you figured it’s a Crow thing, meaning you should be there too. So you stood up from the table, and saw them looking at a blueprint that was spread on the counter.

“Is that our next target?” you asked. “Hm, van Putten manor. I can already see–”

Kaz interrupted you before you could even finish your sentence. He didn’t even look at you when he spoke, his voice colder than it usually was. “You won’t be needed during this heist. You’d only be dead weight, slowing everyone down. You would ruin the whole thing.” He gave you a dismissive glance. “Get out of my sight.”

Usually his insults didn’t feel like much of anything, but this time his words really stung you somehow. Maybe it was a bad day for you, or maybe his continuous insults and degrading remarks had taken their toll on you. Or maybe you had hoped too hard that he and you would become friends eventually.

When he first met you, it had gone so well. He had wanted you to be part of Dregs, and soon he had made you a Crow. A few months after being a Crow, he had started to hate you, and you never knew what had you done. Every single thing, you existing, you making breakfast, you laughing, you appearing behind his door with intel - everything seemed to make him hate you even more. Others didn’t know anything about it either, everyone was just as puzzled as you were.

You weren’t exactly friends with the other five, never really attempting to get to know them. Instead, you had hit it off with Kaz so well, you had even thought you’d be the one to crack the cold steely walls Dirtyhands held up. You thought you’d grow close with him, even. But no, he was actively pushing you away, hating you for some reason.

You took a step back and without a word, left the Club and made your way to the Slat in pouring rain, biting back tears.

Kaz was surely happy about that.

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You had a gnawing feeling. It told you that something was wrong - something with the heist. You had laid in bed, trying to read your book - but you just couldn’t shed the feeling no matter how much you tried.

So, after pacing around your room for a good fifteen minutes, you grabbed your coat, your knives and your gun before heading out, taking the fastest route you knew towards the van Putten manor.

You arrived at the garden, and immediately knew what was wrong. All six of your colleagues were detained, held in place, the chief guard looking them over.

“Dirtyhands himself,” the guard laughed, tilting his head. “I thought you and your little friends here would be an actually challenging bunch, but instead you basically offered yourselves to us.”

You frowned. Kaz almost never failed with his plans and if he did, he always had a way out. Was this part of his plan too? An unusually dangerous plan, not really fitting Kaz’s style.

You ducked under the fence when a flashlight almost hit you, quietly crawling forward so you could look at the scene from behind a bush.

“There’s quite a price for your heads,” the chief guard continued. “Merchants all around the city will be pleased to know their manors are safe, because the infamous Dirtyhands is finally dead.”

You heard a gun click, and that’s when you struck. You threw a knife on one guard, put a bullet into another’s head, kicked the third unconscious. Everything happened so fast, but it still felt like slow motion. A guard approached you from the right and you hit him right on the nose, blood spurted out as you heard a satisfying crack, feeling the nose shatter beneath your wrist. You turned around again, ready to take on another guard, when you suddenly collapsed on the ground and was unable to get up.

The pain wasn’t even there. Your leg just started feeling numb, and you fell on the ground, seeing how your trousers had started turning red. Your vision started to blur. You saw movement around you, heard muffled gunshots and shouts, and then you felt pressure around your calf, and groaned at the numb pain. Then, you were lifted off from the ground, and at that moment you went under.

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Kaz had been pacing around for days, occasionally stopping by your door, being much more tense, not eating properly, sleeping even worse, his hair looking disheveled more. Inej had never seen Kaz like that. From her understanding, Kaz hated you, wanted you to be gone, out of sight, like you wouldn’t even exist. She had wondered why Kaz kept you within the Crows if he hated you so much, but Kaz had reasoned it with saving money, that letting you go would mean he’d have to give you payoff which would be more than your usual salary was. Which didn’t make sense because he’s losing more money by keeping you, but Inej hadn’t pushed it.

If she hadn't known better, she’d think Kaz cared about you. But she knew it would be unlikely, he was so cruel to you, basically bullying you - and sometimes it felt like he even enjoyed bullying you. Inej never saw even one hint of regret in his eyes when he had insulted you.

But, last time he had insulted you, you had actually gotten hurt. And Inej hadn’t looked at Kaz, she had looked after you disappearing from the door.

Would it be possible that the flicker of regret would have been in Kaz’s eyes then?

They were all worried, checking up on you occasionally, visiting you, sitting by your bed talking to you, apologising they had never even tried to get to know you better, but Kaz was by far the most worried, even if it didn’t seem like it. He never paid you a visit or asked how you are recovering from Nina, but they all saw how he acted during you being unconscious.

After a few days, Nina came downstairs, a soft smile on her face. “She’s awake.”

Kaz almost stood up the second Nina said that, Inej noted. It was silent for a moment before Kaz actually stood up, slowly starting to climb the stairs. Inej switched amused glances with Nina and Jesper, maybe there was something much more than hate to it after all.

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You heard a knock on your door and sat up slightly, groaning as your leg protested. “Come in.” After your invite, the door slowly opened, revealing your visitor.

It was Kaz.

You frowned, definitely not expecting him. “Boss?”

He stared at you for a moment, before he made his way to the armchair two feet apart from your bed, and you heard his leather gloves creaking as he squeezed his cane. He had his eyes averted from you and was silent for a moment. Your lamp barely provided light, you couldn’t make up any expressions from his face, you pretty much only saw his silhouette.

“We need to talk,” he then mumbled, turning his head towards you but not looking at you.

His voice lacked the coldness it usually held, instead having something else you couldn’t place. You were quiet for a few seconds and then sat up a little more. “Okay, what do you want to talk about?”

He was quiet for a moment, before he took in a deep breath. “I’ve been… unnecessarily harsh to you. I never even gave you a chance to understand. I… apologise for that.”

You blinked. Kaz Brekker apologising? You stared at him silently for a good moment, before you found your voice again. “Could you explain why you hated me now? What did I do?”

“It was never about you,” he replied quickly, and swallowed, seemingly gathering his courage again. “It’s me. Your kindness, how you treated me like a human, how you always looked at me without a hint of fear from the start… it made me uneasy. It reminded me of… something I’ve tried to forget, something I’ve tried to think of as a weakness. So I pushed you away before you got too close and made sure you stayed at arm’s length by pretending I hate you.”

You were silent again for a moment, your brows furrowing. “So, just to clarify, you don’t actually hate me?”

Kaz sighed, finally meeting your eyes. “No, I don’t hate you. I never did.”

It was hard for him to admit, you could tell. He was there, vulnerable, raw even. Maybe for the last time you’d see him like that. He looked like he truly regretted how he treated you - not valuing you enough, thinking his affection for you was a weakness he should get rid of.

“I forgive you,” you then murmured, a soft smile gracing your lips. “It takes guts from you to come to me like this, stepping out from the castle you built around yourself. So, I forgive you.”

Kaz’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, and you let out a small giggle at it. Then, his lips twitched upwards. A smile. Barely there.

It made your heart skip a beat and you felt blood traveling up to your face.

You bit your lip, trying to compose yourself before Kaz noticed anything. “Um…I’m kind of hungry, could you maybe ask someone to bring me something? Nina said I shouldn’t walk with this leg unless I want a cane for life too.”

Kaz let out a puff of air through his nose, closest to laugh you had ever heard him go. Then, he stood up. “I’ll let them know.”

You shifted slightly, moving to rest your back against your headboard. “Kaz?”

He stopped and turned his head towards you. “Hm?”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

He stood still for a moment, and then made his way out, leaving you fiddling with a string of your nightgown, your face hot.

Maybe this would lead to something more.

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braxlrose · 1 year

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You should do a bill!sub x reader. He has to whimper 🤭

sub bill sub bill sub bill sub bill sub bill sub bill

okay so i actually have two requests for sub!bill so ill add in that one too.

request: what about dacryphilia but for bill. like riding him till hes crying but when you try to get off of him he just pulls you back asking for more, i mean being so fucked out he is bucking into you. from my favorite anon ;)

word count: 768

tw: handcuffs, (implied) mommy kink sort of? (it was only said twice), sub!bill, dom!reader, dacraphilia, hickies, overstimulation, dom/sub dynamics, implied drinking, begging.

"WHATEVER YOU WANT, BABY."

It was 11 'o clock at night. you had and bill had just gotten home from a party, both of you a little bit tipsy. Both of you had sweat running down your forehead because of all the dancing and people around you.

"Mmm bab..baby~" Bill came up behind you while you pulled off your sweaty clothes that had been sticking to your skin all night. A smirk crawled onto your face while bills arms wrapped around you, moving closer to your breasts. You raised an eyebrow slightly but didn't pay any attention to bill which ended up with him and his cute little face in a pout.

"Ba~byyy.." Bill now whispered with his hands on your hips and his chin resting on your shoulder, looking up at you.

"What is it bill?" you asked in a monotone voice, turning around to look at him.

"i want you.." His fingers intertwined with yours as he leaned in with a dopey smile on his face.

"Well im real tired baby, how about another day." you teased. It was pretty obvious you wanted him too after you strutted past him in your panties and bra. A pout stayed on bills face and the begging began. baby please. i need you so bad. my dick hurts. i know you want it too. youre so pretty baby. pretty please. please. please. please. mommy?

That was all enough to make you pull down your cute little strawberry panties and bra. which is what led to now.

"AaaAh baby please...slow down..slow down slow down slooooww down...." Bill had his head thrown all the way back as you rode his dick. his hands were handcuffed to the bed and he was completely sprawled out in front of you, all cute and naked. he had hickies all over his chest. you even made some in the shape of a heart surrounding his left nipple.

"But baby you're making me feel so fucking good. don't you like making me feel good? don't you, pretty boy?" and he did. he loved making you feel good. he loved every single second of it.

bill nodded his head, whispering barely coherent i love yous. his eyes were all glossy and his eyeliner was smeared everywhere. you had put a little lipstick on his lips too just to smear it around. why wouldn't you? you just loved your messy boy. "Please..." he whispered out to you, "I wanna touth..touch you..pleasth..un...uncuff me...." his words began to slur with a lisp as more teared poured out of his pretty brown eyes. you loved hearing him beg for you. it was like music to your ears. and as much as you loved to tease and edge your pretty boy, you loved hearing him happy. and you loved his slim fingers digging into your squishy thighs. so with that, you leaned forward, his dick slipping out of you causing a loud whine to leave bill, and you uncuffed him.

"AaAaahh~ put it back in...put it back in mommy...please...please..please please please please pleaseeeee." You raised an eyebrow and grabbed his face roughly.

"which one of us is in charge? because i thought it was me until you started ordering me around. you wanna be in charge baby. fine. go ahead and be in charge." you leaned over to the other side and him and got off of his stomach and laid down next to him.

"no. no. no...no. no. no. i dont wanna be in charge. im sorry....im sorry..do whatever you want with me please..im sorry.." drool started to form in the corners of his mouth along with the tears running down his face. he was so pretty like this. when he begged.

"I thought you wanted to order me around, baby?" You crossed your arms, squishing your boobs a bit.

"No, i didn't mean it. i didnt know what i was saying..please..ill make you feel good please.." you ran your heads over his head and down to his temple, rubbing it a bit. you looked at him with puppy dog eyes and bit your lip.

"Fine. but i hear you make one peep and im stopping." he nodded fast and laid back in his position. his dick looked so cute. it was all shaven clean and the tip was bright red. you touched it a bit to slide it back in you and that made his dick go crazy. it even slapped his stomach. that always made you smile. You finally grabbed his dick and slid it inside of you, making you throw your head back. "Mmm...i love this dick baby. its so perfect for me..you know that?" you were testing him. he was supposed to answer you whenever you asked him a question. he always did. that was a rule. but he also didn't want to make you mad. he wanted you to keep riding him until he passed out.

You smiled at him once he didn't answer you. he was such a good boy. you loved good boys. brats were little shits who didn't know their place, in your opinion. but bill was never like that. Bill knew what you wanted, what he wanted, and he was happy. you two were both happy.

you kept riding him for the next couples minutes with his fingers pressing into your hips. they were definitely gonna leave bruises. his eyes were closed again and he was biting at his lip so hard, trying not to make any noise. your little messy boy didn't even notice he was bucking into you. you could hear his breathing getting louder and his grip on your hips was tightening. that went on for another minute or so until you both twitched and came together. the loudest squeal that you have ever heard came out of bills drool-soaked mouth. it was so perfect. you began to lift yourself off of him but he didn't let go of your hips.

" i wanna stay i'side..." you carassed his cheek and grabbed a wipe off the counter to wipe off his sweaty makeup before leaning down to lay on his chest.

"whatever you want, baby."

A/N: i didn't proofread for sorry for any spelling mistakes. i hope this was up to your guys's liking!!

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #sub bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfics #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel x reader #bill x reader #smut #fluff #mommy kinks #dom reader

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akiira00 · 10 months

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Hellooo💚

May I ask request Jinwoo x reader with reverse jealousy. Jinwoo leaves for raid, comeback with news telling that he's get close to female hunter and assume they have a relationship. Reader drink while looking at the news, start with rumble, then when the alcohol hits, it's turn to tear and sob. Lay down to couch and cover their face with pillow. Jinwoo come home, seeing his lover on couch then find their trace of tear on cheeks. When he wake them up, they're still drunk so they pour their feeling in drunk behavior while sobbing and hiccups.

Ah sorry if this is so long, idk how to tell this in a short description😭

Love your writings💚💚

— Assumptions

Pairing: Sung Jin-Woo x g/n! reader

Genre: Angst, comfort, angst to fluff, slow burn

Synopsis: You suddenly hear assumptions of your not publically announced boyfriend dating another girl on the TV, with the remarks of your friends and all, you end up consumed by the worry.

A/n: Sure! I don’t mind long requests, they give me more inspiration to write! You asked for tears, I shall give you some. Hope you like how it turned out, and yeah, I chose Hae-In as the ‘assumed girlfriend’ because I didn’t find any other that could fit the role-

Length: 1.6k words

As you woke up, you realized your boyfriend had yet-again left early to clear raids, which you just shrugged off, going downstairs and grabbing something to eat as you sat down on the couch, noticing a weird piece of paper.

“Sarang, I’ll be home late today, have to go clear some raids. See you.”

You sighed to yourself, folding the paper and leaving it on the table’s top while grabbing the remote to turn on the TV.

“Yet again, the S-Rank hunter Sung Jin-Woo cleared a red raid in less than four hours…! But wait- Hunter Hae-In was there too?! Now that I think so, they look fairly close…”

You heard the news speculating as you froze at the sight. The news and social media were exploding with images of both Jin-Woo and Hae-In together, really, really close.

As you tried to keep yourself calm, you couldn’t get your eyes off your phone, you noticed a faint blush on Hae-In’s cheeks on the image. “What the…”

You turned to text him to seek out an answer, but the news showed both him and Hae-In walking into another raid in a row. There went the chance to talk to him.

Your mind was running like crazy, as you clutched your hand on your thigh. ‘Is he really cheating…?’ ‘Am I just… Not enough?’ You asked yourself messily as you started yet once again overthinking.

“Such a good way to start a day…” You muttered under your breath as you noticed it was 2 p.m. sharp. ‘What are they both doing in since four hours ago…?’

You were just a C-Rank healer, and Jin-Woo made it clear he wanted you to stay at home instead of working, as he could take that part easily.

‘Is it just because Hae-In is actually strong or useful…? Is that what I’m lacking…?’ You thought, standing up with a sigh as you reached out on your cabinet for a rather small bottle of alcohol.

‘It should help me clear my mind at least…’ You opened the bottle and fetched yourself a glass, pouring some of the drink on it.

As you brought the glass to your lips, you let down a few tears at first, letting yourself be consumed by the heat forming on your throat because of the drink.

‘Jin-Woo and Hae-In, huh…? They sound well together…’ You said, feeling the horribly disgusting piece of self-pity, drowning your own mind as you filled another glass up.

“They both make such a good team… They’ve cleared multiple raids without rest! They really seem like a couple… But are they? I really hope so!”

The words spoken on TV broke your heart more than anything. ‘Yeah… I think they do…’ You hummed, as you laid down on the couch, feeling the tears flooding your cheeks, making you lean onto a cushion to cry on, ocassionaly grabbing another drink.

Jin-Woo at the other hand had just left from the last one of the raids he had programmed, he had already left Hae-In at her house and he was tiredly walking down the street.

It was almost 10 p.m., as he slowly opened the door to your shared home. He was taken aback by the dark ambient, excluding the noise from the TV, which was left on.

“Huh…?” He muttered as he went closer, trying to find the remote to turn it off, but he then noticed it in your hands, with you hugging some cushions as you slept on the couch.

“Again..?” He sighed, walking up to switch the lights on, making you hiss a bit, but what he failed to notice until then were the tear streams that were marked on your cheeks. You just dropped the remote on the couch and turned around to hide your vision from the strong lights which made you even more dizzy than you already were.

“Sarang..? What’s up…?” He shook your shoulder trying to wake you up, which ended up happening, but as soon as you opened your eyes and saw him, you just scoffed, looking away.

“Welcome back… *hic*” You muttered annoyed as you turned away from him, leaving him a bit confused. “Tell me what’s going on…” He tried to convice you to talk, which made you sigh, turning to look at him with a pained look on your eyes.

“Don’t you have to be with Hae-In or something…? Just leave me be…” You muttered out annoyed between hics, as he slowly understood what was going on.

“What’s that supposed to mean…? Wait. Do you think that…” He just sat down beside you, lifting you up with his powers as he made you sit on his lap. “Huh- L-let me out… *hic*” You tried to resist, as you were clearly not in the mood to deal with him, and he noticed the red tint on your cheeks and how a bottle was laying down empty on the floor.

“Answer… What were you thinking, sarang…” You knew you didn’t have a way out of it, and just had to suck it up. “It’s nothing… Just tell me this… Am I too useless for you…? She’s clearly better than me so…”

He stared at you in utter shock. “What do you mean…? I swear if you’re thinking what the whole media is…” You had no option than to nod weakly. “For god’s sake… I don’t like Hae-In. And I’m your boyfriend, don’t be stupid…”

He meant everything, but he kind-of made it sound as if he was annoyed, which made you just shut your eyes and lay on his chest, simply bawling your eyes out as you cried, having a gentle and weak grip on his shoulders.

“Wait, wait- Don’t cry… Ugh…” He clearly didn’t know how to handle the situation, as he wasn’t the brightest when it came to comfort. “I love you and only you okay…?”

“But… W-why…? *hic* She’s just perfect… She has everything I don’t and as an extra, she’s actually useful… I’m just a bother to you…” You were consuming yourself with shame and self-pity, as he had no other option than to pat your back gently, letting you spill out your concerns.

“You’re fine… I don’t like her, and what if she’s an S-Rank? I told you not to do raids because I can take care of that… I just went with her because an agreement… I don’t care about power and you know that…” He said, trying to explain it to your now childish and intoxicated self.

“Hmph… I-I don’t believe you…” You muttered out between sobs and hics, turning to hug him as you tried to let youself get convinced by his words slowly.

“I’m telling you the truth… Just rest, okay…? I’ll talk to you in the morning…” He suggested, picking you up almost too easily and getting you to the bed, where you fell asleep quickly because of how tired you were from crying.

Next morning, you woke up with a heavy headache, leaving you dizzy as you couldn’t even recall the passed events. Your mind was a total blackout, as you just sloppily tried to stand up, but the sound of the door opening made you wait.

Jin-Woo moved the door open as he let himself into the room, laying a plate of food alongside a glass of water and a pill near you as he sat down by your side.

“H-huh? Jin-Woo…? What’s going on..?” You asked as you didn’t remember anything special for him to do such a thing, as it was a bit too unlikely for him to do so.

“Just eat… Is there something you want to talk about?” He asked, clearly hinting at something you couldn’t recall. “No…? Is everything alright..? What even happened…? I don’t remember anything…”

“Let’s say you kind-of told me a few things… And I’m here to prove you wrong because yesterday you wouldn’t just listen…” He said with a sigh, leaning down and giving a gentle peck to your lips.

“I love you and only you, okay? Don’t ever think otherwise… I just keep our relationship private because I don’t want the media going all crazy, and you’d be kind-of in danger if you’re seen as my girlfriend… I just want to keep you safe.” He said, with you hearing him clearly astonished, but you couldn’t help but smile with a tear running down your cheek.

“Oh god- Don’t cry again now…” You shook your head and quickly leapt over to hug him, as you smiled. “I’m crying… But not from sadness.” You said, blushing a bit as you just happily let yourself into his arms, with him just shocked and struggling to thinn of what to do.

“I love you, sarang.” You said to his ear as he blushed, but he turned around to prevent you seeing that. “I-I do too, okay..? Now eat up.” You laughed a bit and shook your head, deciding to stay in his arms for a bit longer.

“Just… A few more minutes like this wouldn’t hurt.” You said, burying your face on the crook of his neck. “Just don’t ever worry me like that… Why were you two even that close?!” You said refering to the pictures of him and Hae-In that appeared on the media.

“Oh- She’s really strong, but clumsy. She fell while we took down a boss and she sprained her ankle, had to carry her back.” You blushed as you now realized how you jumped to conclusions, simply staying quiet as you felt the shame falling on you by your previous behaviour.

“I-I’m sorry… Didn’t know that-” You blushed as he laughed a bit, just letting you hide in his arm. “Don’t worry about it, just eat.” He said as you nodded, reminding yourself now that you didn’t have anything to worry about.

#sung jinwoo x reader #solo leveling x reader

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draemgal · 8 months

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I neeeeeeeed some Cassian X reader. The poor baby bat doesn't get enough love.

I need Fluff! Smut! Kicking my feet in the air cuteness!!! Break my heart angst!!!!

Okay... maybe a story where the reader feels a little forgotten because her childhood was like that? She's scared to be abandoned and shoved away.

making the bed | cassian

push away all the people who know me the best, but it’s me who’s been making the bed.

inspired by making the bed by olivia rodrigo

hi anon! hope you are well<3 thank you for requesting!

cassian. he was everything you could ever ask for in a mate. he was kind, funny, compassionate, loyal, well-rounded. so why, why were you here, crying with your head in your hands?

stupid. that’s what it was.

you knew what you signed up for, that accepting a mating bond with the lord of bloodshed meant that he would go on missions, he would train a large amount of his day, he’d attend meetings with the inner circle.

but when he left, when the house was empty, when his side of the bed had gone cold, you were right back where you started.

you were back in your childhood home, waiting for your parents to give you attention. for them to stop doting on your siblings and give you a grain of their approval, of their time. but that never came. you wanted a whole piece but you got scraps—breadcrumbs if you were lucky.

so you sat and cried. you let your inner child pour out, you let your body shake with sobs. you let yourself feel alone, because it was more comfortable than convincing yourself that someone you loved hadn’t left.

all rationality went out the window. you didn’t listen to your brain telling you that cassian loved you, no. you listened to the thoughts saying that you didn’t deserve his attention. that he was withholding it as punishment for something you didn’t know you did.

you don’t remember the moment he came into the room, when his strong calloused hands found yours. when he pulled your hands off your eyes, when he kissed the tears that fell.

“c-cas?” you choked, quickly wiping your tears.

“what’s wrong baby? i just got home, why didn’t you send me a message through the bond?”

you sniffed and pressed your head into his shoulder, inhaling his scent. you grounded yourself, allowing the reassurance of him being here course through your veins.

“because it’s all so stupid, cas.” you muttered, your voice still delicate as if it was a glass vase on the edge.

“nothing that’s got you this upset could ever be stupid, love.” he whispered, smoothing your hair as he laid down, pulling you with him.

your ear pressed against his chest, you let the sound of his heartbeat calm you. you inhaled before looking up at him through glossy eyes.

“i know you know about my past, but sometimes being alone brings me back. it isn’t anything you did, it isn’t your fault. it just gets to me, the loneliness, i guess.”

he frowned, pulling your face closer to him and placing a soft, gentle kiss that sent shots of love through your bond. “i’m sorry baby. i know it’s gotta be hard for you, but i’m only one call away for you. things have been crazy since hyburn, i know that. but i promise as soon as this all washes over, rhysand won’t be able to get me away from you with a crowbar.”

you giggled lightly as his lips met your forehead. “i just wish there was something i could do for you so you aren’t so alone.”

you smirked and looked up at him, cocking your head innocently. “well, actually…”

“what is it, pretty girl?” he furrows his brows expectantly, his hands still cupped around your flushed face.

“i was thinking… maybe if i get a dog, i wouldn’t be so lonely.” you smiled wide, giving him pleading eyes that made his heart sing.

he rolled his eyes, laughter booming as he grabbed a pillow and hit you with it. you squealed, grabbing the pillow and countering the attack.

“i’m serious!” you pleaded, frowning at him.

“i’ll think about it.” he said, knowing damn well his first step tomorrow would be to the animal shelter.

#acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #acotar fic #cassian #cassian x y/n #cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassian x female!reader

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zenxvii · 4 months

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character: kyung-jun x fem!reader

kdrama: night has cone

!!: thoughts are in italics

🫶🏻: lovers to exes, toxic relationships, su!c!de, depressi0n

“God damnit! I fucking hate you, oh how I wish the mafia would kill you next!” His voice echoed through the hallways and my heart shattered.

“Oh, I’m sorry..” I mumbled as I took few steps back before completely turning around and running away from everyones eyes with tears running from my eyes.

I ran straight to my room and slammed the door shut. I sat on the ground leaning against the door with tears just pouring out of my eyes.

Why did I go back to him. This happens every time.. somehow I can’t get away from him. Why do I let him walk all over me. Why am I so pathetic.

I heard a knock in the door and few voices. I wasn’t sure who was there because of my own sobs blocking my hearing.

- few months back -

“Gosh! y/n you really are so fucking pathetic! Nobody likes you and I only pretend to like you! Like why can’t you just leave me alone or die!” Kyung-Jun spat in my face and I felt terrified.

It wasn’t because of his loud yelling or angry face, it was because he was right. I’m a nobody, nothing. Maybe I shouldn’t live.

- more memories -

“Fuck you!” He yelled and punched me in my face. He had never ever before laid hands on me. This one actually was my fault. I had made an argument about his bullying. I never intended it to start a fight I just wanted to help him.

“I’m sorry.” I said and hid my face.

- back to present -

Of course there was tomes when he was romantic and loving. Like for the time we went to amusement park because I wanted to have a date there and he held my hand in the roller coaster because I was scared.

Or the time when he t up at my door with roses and apologized for the fight from the night before.

“y/n..please open the door.” Now I recognized the voice. It was Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won. “No.” I mumbled thinking they wouldn’t hear me.

I stood up from the floor and walked towards the window. Should I..

Why not, it’s not like he would care. He pretends to card but I know he doesn’t, at least not anymore.

I opened the window and sat down at the window. My legs shivered from the nights cold air. If I do this, I won’t turn like the others. Maybe this would be more peaceful.

“We’re coming in!” Was all I heard with a door opening before pushing myself off with my arms. “Y/N!”

I felt myself falling, It was peaceful. No worries to think about anymore. Just death.

“l/n y/n was executed by herself.”

“l/n y/n was a civilian”

Kyung-Jun pov

“l/n y/n was executed by herself.”

What the fuck..

“l/n y/n was a civilian”

I got up and walked away from the cafe towards her room. I noticed her door open and walked in to seen that mansa freak and her friend.

“What the fuck did you do to her!” I demanded to know. “N-Nothing!” Yoon-Seo said but I didn’t believe her. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!” I yelled at them and grabbed Yoon-Seos collar. “Stop it!” Her pathetic friend said but I just pushed her away.

“Last chance. What did you do!” I said and shook her but then people cane running our way and peeled me off of her and held me back. “TELL ME YOU WITCH WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N!”

“She jumped herself.” The mansa said and went to Yoon-Seo. “No she wouldn’t have!” I said and tried to get out of my classmates grasp around me.

“She did and it’s all your fault.” Mansa continued and shook her head. “You are the ine who always manipulated her to love you and then hur her again. Ahe was a kind soul and a person, you destroyed her. You treated her like shit, like she didn’t matter. You made her think that her life was worthless and that she is worthless. You are the ine who kept complaining about her present and wished how she was dead. THIS is all your fault.!”

“You Go Kyung-Jun are the reason whg she is bow dead.”

I had got out of y/ns room and now I’n at the cafe. I locked the doors and sat down on a chair holding my head in my hands. Fucking y/n.

I never really wanted her to die, I just let my emotions out the wring way. If we’re being honest she was the first girl I’ve ever loved. I loved her but I wasn’t good at showing it. Screw it I was terrible at showing it. I was mean to her so she would leave because I knew in the end I wasn’t good enough for her and would end up hurting her.

And now I had done it. I had hurt her so badly that I actually hurt myself too.

sorry for the short fic I just wanted to do some angst but not too bad or I’d actually cry.

😞

#kyung-jun #kyungjun #night has come (tv)#night has come #x reader #kyung-jun x reader #kyungjunxreader #angst

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brokebonewritings · 1 year

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Dearest, You Said

Matt Murdock x Reader

Tags: 18+, Language, Fluff, Getting Together

Summary: You and Matt have been friends since college. Besides Foggy, you would consider him your best friend and saying 'I love you' has always been apart of your vocabulary. When did the lines start to blur, and when did your best friend become so attractive?

Word Count: 2.3K

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A/N: Welcome to my first songfic series! Each one if going to be paired with a song and a lovers prompt! I really hope you enjoys these, and once it's all finished I'll start the next one. Pair this with Je t'aime by Velours Velours

You finished your third shot of the night and slammed it on the table. Both you and Foggy were in a challenge of who could handle the most alcohol. So far, he was winning.

“How are you already on your fifth shot, Fog?” You laid your head on the table in defeat. The coolness of the wood felt nice on your face.

“Just admit you’re too much of a lightweight and this can all end.” He quipped back

“In your dreams!” You say grabbing the bottle, and pouring yourself another shot.

Throwing your head back, the whiskey burns the back of your throat. As you recover you notice Matt walking in with Karen.

“Matty! Karen! Y’all made it!” You wrap your arm around Foggy’s shoulder. “Fog and I were just testing our endurance.”

Karen giggles as they approach the table, and you notice Matt giving one of his famous half smiles.

“Yeah right! More like I’m about to win $100!” Foggy says. You groan as you throw the freshly poured shot back. Holding back the sudden tears in your eyes, you pull out your wallet and hand it to Foggy. Triumphantly, he grabs it and opens it up. Only stopping when he realizes there’s nothing in it.

“What’s wrong, Fog?” Matt says with a smile plastered on his face. Foggy stares as he holds up a small paper that clearly states ‘IOU’.

“I can’t fucking believe this.” He groans. Laughter erupts from the rest of the table.

You knew in the beginning that he would win the challenge. The prank wasn’t even your idea, it was Matt’s. Both of you planned it out as you sat on his kitchen counter watching him go over some paperwork the previous day.

“Okay okay, here is your payment sir.” You say as you pull a bill out of your pocket. He snatches it from your hand with a ‘thank you’ still shaking his head.

“So how was the interview today?” You turn to Karen with a smile.

“Oh you know, It would have been great if the woman talked to Matt and not me the entire time.” She sighed and looked over at Matt.

“Still?” You gasped “Next time you really should let me come, you know I’ll put them in their place!”

“As much as I love how protective you are,” Matt started “I think I had it under control.”

You flushed at his comment. Both of you had been friends since the first day of college. Well probably not the very first day, but it was sometime around then.

Being protective of Matt was something that came very natural to you. Oftentimes, people didn’t understand that being blind didn’t equal being deaf. So naturally they would talk louder, or not speak directly to him.

“I’m sure you did.” You huffed looking at the empty shot glass. “Anybody need another drink?”

“Oh I certainly do after beating your ass!” Foggy piped up, prompting you to stick your tongue out at him.

“Fine, Karen? Matt?” You look towards them.

“I’m good at the moment.” Matt states with a smile.

“I’ll actually join you!” Karen grabbed her purse before getting up.

You both make your way to the bar, before settling on two barstools. Josie comes to greet you both, and you order your drinks with a smile. Karen chats about her day at the office, and some recent cases they were allowed to talk about. You listen attentively and pay for all three drinks once Josie returns.

Not that you meant to, but you absentmindedly kept looking towards Matt at the bar table. Zoning out everything around you including Karen.

“Hey!” She snaps her fingers in front of your face. “How long are you gonna keep staring at him?”

“Huh?” You shake your head, before turning towards her. “What did you say?”

“I said, You've been staring at Matt for like five minutes, what’s up with that?” She smirked.

“Oh,” You blush and put a few bills in the tip jar. “Nothing, just lost in thought.”

“Yeah I can tell.” She says grabbing her drink. “When are you gonna ask him out?”

Turning bright red, you shush her. Not that anyone around them was listening, but you know that someone potentially was.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Grabbing yours and Foggy’s drink you both head back to the little table. Setting the drinks down, you take a seat next to Matt. He turns his head towards you, and you try your best to ignore him.

Foggy clears his throat which causes both you and Matt to turn your heads towards him.

“I really should be going after this drink. Got an early morning tomorrow.” He says and smiles.

“Oh Foggy, I knew it would get to you sooner or later.” You giggle. In return he throws the drink you had just bought him back, and gives you a wink.

“Oh, y/n, I can go all night baby.”

“Yeah right! In your dreams!” Both you and Karen say, laughing. He shakes his head and grabs his coat.

“See you all tomorrow.” He says before leaving.

“Yeah I think I’m gonna head out too, gotta date with my bed.” Karen says innocently before getting up.

“Oh so you’re gonna leave me here with him?” You draw sarcastically. Matt pretends to be offended by this.

“Please don’t leave me with her. She’s crazy” He stage whispers that last part.

“Yeah…” She winks at you. “Have fun!”

After Karen leaves, it’s just the both of you. The silence is deafening between the both of you. You look up towards him and begin to play with your glass as he takes a drink from his own. Feeling incredibly awkward and incredibly sober now, you muster up the courage to start a new conversation.

“So how’s Father Lantom?” You try to start a conversation. He smiles and sighs at your effort.

“You don’t want to talk about what Karen had said?” He questions.

You knew it! He was eavesdropping, and your gut feeling had been correct. Sure sometimes you had your doubts, but you could always count on Matt listening in on conversations he deemed interesting.

“You heard all that, did you?”

“Of course, considering it’s something I'm quite good at.”

His lips pulled up into a smile, he really was an attractive man. There was nothing about him that seemed to be a red flag unless you counted the vigilante shit. Ever since you had met him though he was gentle, funny, and… well just himself.

“Common, let me walk you home.” He offers.

“Shouldn’t I be the one walking you home?”

He laughs at your response and shakes his head. You never noticed the crinkle of his smiling eyes until right this second. Feeling the heat rush to your face, you shake your head to get rid of the thought.

“y/n? You alright?”

“I’m fine, Matty! Let’s go!” You say, getting up out of your seat.

Matt stands with you and grabs his cane. Once the both of you were suited up in your coats, he took hold of your arm and you led him out of the bar. It was a very cold night, and you could feel the shiver that ran through his body once you both stepped outside.

Walking down the street you chatted about current life. How your family was doing, and your recent findings at work. Being an archivist, you were able to entertain him with your stories of artifacts, and your newest assistant.

You realize that you ranted long enough once you see your apartment building come into view. Matt had moved his arm so that you wrapped yours around his upper arm, like the true gentleman he was.

“So I guess this is me.” You say as he walks you into your lobby.

“I guess it is.” He stops to turn towards you

He stands there for a moment awkwardly. Goodbyes were always the weirdest for the both of you. Like you never knew when you would see each other again. He clears his throat before giving a brief goodbye.

“I love you, Matty. Get home safe!” You speak up. Watching him turn and pull his lips into a slight smile.

“I love you too, y/n”

With that, he leaves. You rush upstairs to watch him walk down the street from your window. You always hated seeing him go. It was like you never wanted him to leave.

That was the problem though. You wanted him constantly, all for yourself. The thought of him belonging to another hurt. When did it become like this though, you hadn’t really thought about how long you truly like him.

Pulling out your phone, you send him a text reminding him of the birthday present you had forgotten to give him. You always wrote texts like a letter. He had found it amusing once in college, and it just became your guy’s thing.

You set your phone down on the counter, and began your nightly routine. It wasn’t until an hour later that you picked your phone up and saw a text from Matt. Wait… what?

Matt M. 12:43

So I’m Dearest now?

You 1:57

Dearest Matthew,

What could you ever be talking about?

With Love,

Y/n

Matt M. 1:59

You said ‘My Dearest, Matthew’. Please don’t stop on my account, it was cute.

Had you really called him that? Maybe you didn’t mean to.

Looking back at your first text you realize that you had definitely put a comma after the word Dearest. Flushing about the mistake you text him a quick message about heading to bed before heading to your room. It was easy for you to overthink things that should be honest mistakes.

He called you cute for crying out loud. How were you supposed to drift to sleep knowing he thought the situation was cute. Setting your phone on the nightstand, you climb into bed and try to make yourself comfortable. You don’t remember your last thought before drifting off to sleep.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

You jump awake at the sound of knocks on your window. Looking around, you notice it’s still dark outside. Sighing you get up and head into the living room where you know the masked man was waiting at your window. You open up the window to your fire escape and watch as he climbs in.

“You know at this point I’m gonna just leave it unlocked.” You say as you rub your tired eyes.

“That would defeat the purpose of keeping bad people away.”

“How do I know that you’re not bad, Matty?”

Turning to face him, you see that he has already shed his mask and set it on your side table. You gasp as you see the bruise forming on his cheekbone, and the blood coming off his swollen lip. He grimaces after hearing the noise you just made.

“Jesus, Matt… What happened.”

“Don’t know, some guy… was robbing a woman. He really got me bad, huh?”

He turns his head up to face you. You never could stand it when he got hurt. So you took up some first aid classes after you had found out about his little hobby. Grabbing your first aid kit from under your sink and a pack of ice, you turn to aid your vigilante.

You slowly start to clean off his lip, and examine it to see if stitches were needed. Nothing too serious seemed to have happened so you gave him the ice for his face and guided him to sit on the couch.

Once you feel that he is taken care of, you head to the kitchen and pour him a glass of water. Too distracted by the task you don’t notice him get up and follow behind you.

“Can we please talk about the conversation you and Karen had earlier?”

You jump at the sound of his rough voice. He looked so seriously at you. It must have really been bothering him throughout the night.

“What is there to talk about?”

“Don’t play coy, y/n, I know you like me.”

He stepped towards you, trapping you against the sink. You look up in shock to see his gaze was on you. Getting nervous, you feel your heart pounding in your chest. How can this man make you feel this way? You really didn’t understand.

“Sweetheart, I can hear your heart racing.”

The heat rushes to your cheeks at the sound of that pet name. Matt had never called you anything like that before. Yet you couldn’t help but dream of him calling you that more often. Clearing your throat, you finally decide to speak up.

“Okay! Yes, I like you! A lot, Matt.”

“How long?”

“I don’t know…” You quietly defeat.

You feel his hand rest on your waist. Rubbing small circles with his thumbs. Looking up at him, you notice his cheeks are slowly starting to pinken.

“Do… you like me in the same way?” You ask. Not that you wanted to know the negative answer, but the closure would be nice.

“I do.”

Watching him swallow hard on the confession, you slide your hands up his arms and rest them on his chest. Feeling his heartbeat was comforting. I guess you finally understand what that felt like.

“What do we do now?”

“Y/n…”

“Matt?”

Instead of responding right away, he leans in close and whispers softly against your lips.

“I love you.”

You smile before replying.

“I love you too.”

Closing the gap, goosebumps rise on your arms as he kisses you. Never in your adult years would you think Matt Murdock would be kissing you. His lips were soft, and the kiss felt like you were both reuniting after a long time apart.

Time passed by slowly before you noticed him pull away. You open your eyes to see his were still closed, and a shuddering sigh falling from his lips. This was bliss, and maybe it would stay yours for the rest of your life.

“Matty.”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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So taking your same reader from the homelander daddy kink fic? Would you be open to do one where we for whatever reason punish him by spanking him and then he gets really aroused by it and cums on our lap. So then we have him lick it up and then breed him?

Homelander/John Gillman x male reader

This is the same reader as the one in my kinktober prompt, hope yall enjoy. idk if this is my best work ever, i somehow couldnt seem to get in the mood to write but wanted to finish this.

Hope yall still enjoy though.

John was a brat, that was no secret. Anyone who met him could tell you that John was used to getting his way and was easy to annoy when things didn’t go how he wanted them too. He wanted to be praised and worshipped, so when he started seeing (Y/N) he wanted the same thing from the bigger man as well.

This was the start of their relationship, and it took a long time for John to accept he liked their dynamic a little more different than he was used too. Now, just because John accepted, he wanted (Y/N) to be his daddy and take care of him, didn’t mean any of Johns bratty behaviours went away, they actually became worse in some situations.

Homelander would only show some of them when it was just the two of them, the ones that would look bad on his reputation. Normally (Y/N) would pet him and coo at John when he was feeling slighted by something in his everyday life, especially when it came to things involving being part of the seven or the attention it gave. At times Homelander was jealous of how (Y/N) had no such job, that the man was oh so powerful that even vought bent over backwards for him. It also made him very proud of course, seeing as (Y/N) wanted him and not anybody else.

(Y/N) tended to pity John when it came to outside things making him annoyed and snappy, but he would tolerate disrespect to himself from his partner when they were playing with their different dynamic. So when John broke the rules and talked back to (Y/N), punishment of course followed.

That’s what found them in the situation they were in now, John laid over the other man’s broad thighs, his hips grinding against the thick muscle as the larger mans strong hands came down on the blondes behind and thighs. John had his hands clenched in tight fists, his eyes wet with tears as flashes of pain travelled through him, the feeling mixing with pleasure as his hard cock rubbed against the fabric of his daddy’s pants.

The spanking continued as (Y/N) scolded John, voice filled with disappointment as he pointed out just what Homelander had done wrong and how it hurt (Y/N) that his boy didn’t do as he was told. Up until then John had been able to stay mostly quiet, but the knowledge that his daddy was disappointed in him made the sobs he had been supressing spill fourth.

The throbbing pain of the spanking and the humiliation of crying, an action Homelander saw as beneath him on a normal day, only made his arousal bubble even further. An extra hard strike from (Y/N)s hand caused Johns hips to grind against his thigh just right, the action pushing the blonde over the edge and making him spill against (Y/N)s leg.

John whimpered as he felt more tears of embarrassment and arousal pour down his face at what had just happened, his body completely limp when (Y/N) moved him around and pushed his face down into the streaks of white the blonde had painted all over the fabric of his daddy’s trousers.

The blonde knew what to do, him cumming from being spanked wasn’t a new concept, so even as his vision stayed blurry with tears, he stuck out his tongue and ran it across the fabric, tiny noises leaving him as his mouth filled with the taste of himself.

(Y/N) ran his hand through John’s hair as he kept licking up the mess he had made, his other running down the dip of the blonde’s spine, coming to a stop after the tailbone to rub his fingers between the mans cheeks. The action made John whine, twisting his head so he could glance up at his daddy as he kept licking up his mess, leaving a large wet patch of spit on his wake.

John was still slightly loose from earlier that day, so after getting some lube on his fingers (Y/N) was quick to stretch him open again. At some point the blonde had finished licking up his mess and was just panting against (Y/N)s leg, mouth open and hands gripping onto the larger man as he tried to move his hips backwards in search of more pleasure.

Homelander was so out of it he didn’t even realise (Y/N) had opened up his pants, just enough so he could pull out his length, until the larger man withdrew his fingers from John’s hole and pulled him back up and into his lap again. This time Homelander was sat with his chest to (Y/N)s, the other man holding onto his hips as he held him up, the tip of his length pressing against his stretched hole.

A long whine left the blondes lips as he looked at (Y/N) with wet eyes, Johns lips wet and red from being bitten and sucked at, choked off begs leaving his lips as he tried to press his hips down so get the other man inside of him. Leaning in (Y/N) pressed a kiss to Homelanders forehead before finally pushing him down, slowly pushing inside the other man’s hole, giving him enough time to adjust to the intrusion. When he was fully inside (Y/N) gave John time to adjust, the blonde having wrapped his arms around (Y/N)s shoulders and buried his face into the mans shoulder as he panted and left wet patches against his shirt from his tears.

When he had adjusted to the stretch John started wriggling his hips, squeezing around the length as trying to move his hips in the strong grip that was holding them still. Finally, (Y/N) started moving, lifting and lowering John as if he weighed nothing, the action causing Homelander to moan and grip on tighter to the other man as he moved his hips along with the movement.

At some point (Y/N) let go of Johns hips, watching as the blonde bounced almost desperately in his lap as he chased his orgasm. The noises John made were almost sinful, loud moans and choked whines forcing their way out of his chest as his movements grew quicker and needier. Whimpers of “daddy” and “please” seemed to be the only coherent words he could muster, tears running down his face as he sought his release.

Feeling pity for the blonde, (Y/N) reached up and wrapped a hand around John’s length, moving his hand along with the movement of his hips and stroking the man’s length. The heat built in both of the men, but John was the first to finish, an almost painful keen leaving him as he spilled white streaks across the front of (Y/N)s shirt. He didn’t stop the movements of his hips, not until (Y/N) finished as well, spilling inside the blonde and pulling his hips down against his lap.

John went limp against (Y/N)s chest, trying his catch his breath as he clenched around the other mans length, his eyes fluttering as he felt full of (Y/N)s spend, Johns cock giving a small twitch at the knowledge that the other man had finished inside of him. (Y/N) pressed a kiss to the top of Johns head, pulling him close and rubbing his hand up and down the blondes back, muttering to him about what a good job he had done, and how much of a good boy he was. Feeling exhausted John cuddled closer to (Y/N) and let himself relax, falling asleep against the other mans shoulder with his length still inside him, they could clean that later.

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shadowdaddies · 7 months

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Ok can you maybe write a poly manorian x reader and she is on her cycle so she’s very emotional & they comfort her

Thank you I hope u have a great day

Sure thing honey! I hope you have a good day as well 💜

Better Mood

poly!Manorian x reader fluff

You were sat at the dining table, an assortment of snacks laid out in front of you. You couldn’t decide what you wanted to eat, so you grabbed everything that looked good, including all of the chocolate in the pantry. It was the first day of your cycle, when you were bloated, your skin was blotchy, and it seemed all you could feel was sadness. You sniffled, feeling a little better as you took a bite of a particularly delicious chocolate, and a small smile graced your face. You took a deep breath, feeling like the worst of your hormones might be behind you, until you dropped the chocolate to the floor.

As you took in the sight of dessert laying on the dusty floor of the dining area, your eyes filled with tears. You let out a small sob, running your hands through your hair as you hung your head in your hands, feeling like you couldn’t do anything right. You knew it was just the hormones making you feel this way, but it didn’t ease your hurt at all. You needed comfort. As if hearing your thoughts, Manon walked into the room.

She stopped upon seeing you with tears running down your cheeks, and you looked up at her to see her nostrils flaring, scenting your blood. Immediately, the predator side of her came out, golden eyes narrowing as her iron nails flexed. “You’re bleeding. Who did this to you?” She demanded, striding over to crouch in front of you as she searched for injury.

Her intense response to the situation lightened your mood, and you let out a small, sniffly laugh as you smiled down at her and cupped her cheek. “No one hurt me, Manon. I’m just on my cycle.” You wished you could paint a picture of her face in that moment, full of confusion as she leaned back, assessing you. “I thought you had your cycle a month ago,” she said incredulously. You tried to hold back your laughter as you explained that humans get them every month, and Manon’s expression somehow became even more horrified.

“Witches don’t have our cycles nearly so frequently. It’s one of the reasons it’s so difficult for us to conceive, much like the fae.” She assessed the table full of food, and your tear-streaked face again. Retracting her nails as she brought a hand up to wipe away your tears, she questioned, “but you are in pain?” You nodded, bringing your hand to hold hers against your cheek as you savored her touch, surprisingly tender. “I am in some pain - cramping - but I’m mostly just sad. I get very emotional sometimes at the start of my cycle.” Manon hummed, brushing your hair from your face as she opened her mouth to ask you a question before Dorian entered the room, interrupting the conversation.

You smiled up at him, Manon whipping around to address him as well. Dorian took one look at the table full of chocolates and your tears and his eyes filled with concern. Before he could ask, you and Manon said in sync, “cycle.” Dorian shifted on his feet as he thought. “What can we do? Do you want some food, a bath?” You gave him a grateful smile, “a bath sounds really nice, actually.” He nodded, “I’ll make sure it’s set up for you then,” and turned to leave.

Manon helped you up, arm looped around you protectively as she brought you to your bathroom. Dorian was waiting for you by the tub, pouring floral-smelling salts into the water, more flower petals floating on the surface. The room was dimly lit save the candles surrounding the bathtub, giving the room a soothing ambiance. Manon stood behind you, arms loosely draped around your waist as she softly kissed your neck. “Do you want Dorian or I to join you?” she murmured in your ear as she began helping you undress.

Dorian turned at her question, looking at you with hopeful eyes. You pretended to think for a moment before replying in a soft voice, “well the bath is large enough to fit all of us.” Manon laughed softly as she nudged you towards Dorian, undressing herself as you helped Dorian remove his clothes. Once he was undressed, he turned you around to face the tub, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before he stepped in. He held your hand, helping you step into the water as Manon entered the tub behind you. You sat down in the water, feeling immediately relief from the warmth combating your cramps and sore muscles. You leaned back against Manon’s chest, Dorian across from you with your legs in his lap. Manon softly washed your body as Dorian massaged your hands and feet, and you found yourself nearing tears once again, this time because you were so thankful to have them in your life.

You jolted awake, slightly splashing Manon and Dorian with bath water. Realizing you must have drifted off, your cheeks heated as you whispered, “did I fall asleep?” Manon laughed behind you, the sound vibrating through your chest as you leaned back against her, pressing a kiss to her neck. Dorian’s hand stroked softly up and down your leg as he hummed his affirmation. “You did, but that gave us time to have some food sent up.” At the sound of food, you perked up, feeling much more awake as the three of you left the bath.

You put on a robe as you climbed into bed with them, eating dinner before laying back and enjoying each others’ presences. You fell asleep again soon after eating, Manon with her head in your lap as you curled into Dorian’s shoulder, him stroking your hair while he read.

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xr0tt3nxfl3shx · 3 months

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👁💊My Medicine is underdeveloped and my Amygdala won't work.💉👁

Twomp[AU] fanfiction + art !! Pertains to the events in this post. [No beta we die.]

⚠️‼️TW: VOMITING / OVERDOSE / SUICIDAL IDEATION / UNREALITY / CORRUPT MENTAL HEALTH SYSTEM / GENERAL MENTAL ILLNESS THEMES‼️⚠️

A/N: i didnt wanna mention it tbh but just in case, ive been down the chemical consumption road 3 times, an i mention because i know the internet has opinions on mental illness in writing. But ive been there myself. All up close and personal like. so i think i can speak on it (dont castrate me)

POV: 👁Argos👁

I scratch at my skin in the dark of my room as if that'll hold in the tears from spilling over my burning red cheeks. The feeling of rage and overwhelming depression clash within me, and leave me to switch every few minutes between cursing the name of every therapist who ever told me that "I'm not even trying to get better" and crying over the idea that they might be right.

My heartbeat is so vigorous that it feels like at any moment the tendons will tear away and my heart will burst in my ribs. How could anyone say that to me? I seethe and hiss through my gritting teeth. Why can't I get better? I cry enough to fill an ocean and nearly drown in my tears.

I should be able to control all of this by now, I'm not a child. Yet, I can't stop thinking about putting the heads of those who hurt me on a platter. Or banging my head on my bedroom wall hard enough to dull the heartbreak. My eyes are running dry from all the tears, I've been at this for a while. My head is pounding from the adrenaline. All reasonable thoughts are drowned out, with intrusive and irrational ones taking the place of my internal voice of reason.

I can make it better, I can make this better. I just need to try a little harder! Just.. go a little further. These feelings, it's just a chemical imbalance right?

I'm running out of options, types of therapy, pills, at this point I might as well just get a lobotomy. I'm sure my therapist would like that.

There's still time to make this right. I don't have to end my life to end my suffering right?

I can prove them wrong. I will prove them wrong. It's just a chemical imbalance. I just need to fix it.

I rummage through the medicine cabinet above my bathroom sink, overlooking the blood crusting around the drain. There has to be something in here that can make my head stop pounding or my thoughts quiet down if not for just a little while. Maybe everything all at once? Yeah that should do!

Laid out in front of me on the cold tiled floor of my bathroom are various pill bottles. The amount of pills actually in them is varied, they like to switch my meds every other week it seems. I try to be hasty with this, pouring out a small handful of gel capsules into my hand. Each one smooth, glossy, and slightly cool to the touch.

You know, I've been here before, and typically there's some survival instinct in me, paralyzing my hands before I can do any damage. But all I can feel is anguish. And anger. And there's no more room for self preservation in me.

I take my first dose before I can come down from my emotion fueled adrenaline rush. Quickly now don't let the self preservation come back. I take my next dose of a new pill type, a tablet. It was a bad idea doing this dry but oh well!

Before I know it I'm slumped against my bathroom door, unable to continue my self medication on account of the mounds of pills I dry swallowed having begun triggering my gag reflex. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't anxious about this, but it had to be done. My therapist is always urging me to take steps in the right direction!

(Though admittedly he never mentioned which direction is the right one.)

I make it back to my bed, dragging my feet and leaning on the wall for support the whole way. It's not even five minutes in when I start to feel the effects. I probably should've eaten before taking my pills like the instructions say.

This is different though, I feel my connection to reality slip right through my jittery fingers. Like the shadows in my room are divulging their presence. Like they are reaching out their hands, ready to take hold of me, pull me in and make me one with unreality. An emptiness overcomes me, something I've truly never felt before. And it's the strangest thing, because simultaneously I've never felt more alive in my life.

Everything is really funny, I've never noticed how funny everything is up until now. Every little unorganized thought that pops up in my foggy, spacing-out head manages to get a strained laugh out of me.

Visual snow floods my peripheral, the colors of the world begin to become one with the static in my eyes.

Ah, I remembered what I was going to do in here. I need to call Mr. Plant. I need him to know that I'm going to get better, and how much I love him of course. Oh he'll never understand just how much I love him! I love him to death, haha! Literally.

I dial in the number. Moving has proven difficult, like trying to control a vehicle while tired and out of it, or in my case trying to control a vehicle through the most debilitating brain fog I've ever experienced. The disconnection from body and thought is almost calming.

The ringing of the phone is such a funny thing as well. I could lose myself in the methodical rhythm and loose vibrations running up my hands- oh look here he's answered!

"M‐r… plant! I ha-ve.. s o me thi.. ng to tell you."

I am fighting to get the words out. The weak sounds I manage to get out of my raspy throat come out in uneven tones with jarring stutters. Why is it so hard to speak?

"I took.. a lot o-f... my me-ds. Ha-ha!" He hangs up immediately.

Is he not happy for me? It wasn't long before I heard sirens closing in. Did he call the cops on me? That's no fair, no fair at all.

I've never been rolled into the back of an ambulance on a stretcher before but there's a first time for everything I suppose. It's too bad I'm too out of it to really experience it.

In the ambulance is when the first wave of nausea hits. I could barely even feel the EMT insert the IV or hear when they asked me questions.

———

The heart palpitations do their diligence distracting from the perforations left in my arm from the injections of various medications and the IV drip.

My respiration is just as irregular as my heart's chemical damaged rhythm. I feel like I'm drowning in this heavy air and it feels like the knots in my stomach have spread to my heart. This pain is so unbearable that I feel the need to crave it out of myself with a blade.

The world is doubling- no tripling, blurring, and mushing together all at once. I can feel the hum of the fluorescent hospital light buzz through my head. The scent of rubbing alcohol and sterilized equipment is evident throughout the cold medical facility.

By my own hands I've made my body a place unsuitable for living. I've "almost drugged myself to an early grave" as the hospital staff keep reminding me.

Speaking of body, I can no longer tell where I end and the wires of the EKG machine begin. Neuropathy has set in and nerve sensation has dulled for the most part, except in my stomach and heart where it hurts the most of course. But me and the machines they have me hooked up to might as well be one as long as they are taking the place of my dysfunctional body systems.

When they run the EKG scan, which they do about every half hour, they ask me to stay as still as I can, but it's hard to control the shaking when I don't know where it comes from in the first place. I'm by no means cold, or if I am I really can't feel it.

Have I mentioned the shaking? The tremors? I need to grow accustomed to the flavor of raw stomach acid soon, because that's all I've been throwing up anymore. It's all that's left.

The nausea begins to build all over again, like my stomach is writhing and contorting in my torso. I can feel the knots being tied. Over the next few minutes it builds and builds, I'd do anything to stop the encroaching bile now. The nausea completely overwhelms my senses right before another round of the most violent retching I've ever experienced. Accompanied by the most awful squelching and splattering sounds as it hits the rest of vomit already resting at the bottom of the bag.

I feel like I'm nearing being turned inside out everytime it happens. And I've filled yet another vomit bag. This isn't going to stop for days as the doctor told me. I doubt I'll get the luxury of unconsciousness.

The activated charcoal they gave me to drink is like this black sludge, "slow and steady now, don't drink so fast you throw it all up but not so slow that you succumb to the consequences of your own actions." Well maybe that's not what they really said but it's how it felt. I can tell the staff are judging me, I just know it! They think I deserve this.

At least the charcoal is cherry flavored.

My many eyes dart around the clean and pristine hospital room erratically, glancing off in every direction. I don't want anyone to look at me anymore. I can't stand the buzz of the lights and I can barely bring myself to move enough to blink. Or even move enough to breathe. I am much too dizzy and light-headed to even consider standing up. I'm so dizzy I could swear I'm phasing in and out of my body. The only thing keeping my consciousness bound to this body is the unending pain ancoring me in the reality of my situation.

It's growing increasingly unbearable.

Above all else I am losing my mind trying to figure out where I went wrong tonight. These chemicals were supposed to fix all these feelings. The pills were supposed to fix me. My psychiatrists and therapists all told me that I'm sick, disordered, and all I needed was to buy a few more medicines.

It must be my fault, it must be if hundreds of milligrams of mood stabilizers can't just make it better.

Tell me, anyone tell me, why I'm so useless that I can't even help myself?

Why am I so worthless that my medicine won't work on me?

I am almost entirely suspended in unreality. The prozac, olanzapine, mirtazapine, and everything other useless drug they gave me were meant to cure me. I've tried everything!

I've done the very most I can to try and make the bad thoughts quiet down. And are the thoughts that tell me "I'd be better dead", my own thoughts, or a symptom of one of my diagnoses?

Is the reason I'm like this the same reason I don't deserve love, or do I not deserve love because I'm like this? I want to get better. I swear I really do.

So why does no one believe me?

"Sir, you have a visitor." The nurse informs me in a harsh yet hush tone.

The words barely make it through my chemical head. I'm practically catatonic in this hospital bed. But when I do process them I pray to every divine that it is who I think it is.

Red petals on the top and bottom, two yellow petals, one pink and one blue. I was right!

I can't believe he came all the way down to this void to come see me. I really thought he'd stay home. I don't think anyone or anything could possibly understand the pure desperation I feel coursing through my veins. Right alongside the saline they're using to flush my IV of course.

My boyfriend entered my hospital room, #34 I believe, I saw when they rolled me in on the stretcher. Tears well up in my dried eyes, I couldn't feel enough of anything to cry while drugged out of my head but seeing him, well, I need him more than I have ever needed anyone before.

The look on his face when he saw me is one I didn't know he was capable of, pure horror even. I must look horrible stained with my own bile in these itchy hospital scrubs. He is quick to clasp my hand in his and rub along my knuckles and the back of my palm. Through the blurred vision and tears I can't even make him out anymore but I don't need to, I just need his touch. I need it so badly.

I have no depth perception at the moment, or hand eye coordination, and again everything is quite blurry so it was mostly unintentional when I pulled him in by the sweater. He leans into me and wraps his arms under my upper back, holding me against his chest.

He's warm against me, holding me gently in a hospital bed. I can't feel much at all other than the pain, his warmth was the only other sensation I could pin down in my head. It was such a harsh contrast from how I normally see him acting.

With him so close I can't tell where he ends and I begin this time. Even in one of my most painful moments, I feel a familiar comfort in my palpitating heart. He's the only thing keeping me from going entirely mad. He has no idea what I'd give to melt into him right here right now, become an amalgamated abomination of our half hazardly bonded flesh and bone. I'm afraid I'd ruin him and all his perfection with me and all my misshapen and grotesqueness.

I am especially disgusting as of now, making him worry about me like this. Can I not be horrible for just one second? Selfish, that's it. I must be selfish. I take another go at speaking a moment after we pull away. All I can muster is an apology that comes out more like a pathetic stammer through my tears.

The way his cold gaze met mine shook me. I've never seen real tears stream down his face. He looks so... distraught. Its like he's looking right through me and simultaneously looking directly at me. And on top of everything I've never seen him sign so frantically. He rarely signs at all.

"Please don't be sorry."

…

"Don't strain your voice."

"Just stay right there, okay? Do you need anything?"

"I'll get you anything, I'd do anything for you."

I knew he cared about me, but I guess I never realized just how much. Or maybe I just forgot. How horrible am I?

Is it possible I'm actually worth something to him? Worth enough for him to call me an ambulance, worth enough for him to comfort me in the hospital bed, worth enough for him to cry over me?

Was I really worth staying with all this time?

My thoughts are interrupted by another round of retching, it seems those knots in my stomach weren't just anxiety. Mr. Plant holds my hand through it. I'm gonna be here a while, I know that. But he's here with me, and from the looks of it he isn't leaving my side anytime soon.

I'll make it out alive, not for myself, just for him. And for the possibility that maybe he needs me just as much as I need him. I wish my mind wasn't so scrambled, so I could find the words to express just how much I love him.

I love you Mr. Plant.

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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Blurb: Negan Smith- Tell me

Negan had many wives, but none that he loved more then you. You were the first that he truly loved after Lucille.

It hadn’t taken long for him to fall for you. You were strong enough that you didn’t care if you were dirty from kicking ass. Actually it’s funny to Negan how he found you. Since it wasn’t like to be taking strangers off the streets.

You were dirty and so tired it was seen behind your eyes that never stopped surveying around you. You hadn’t killed any of his people, so he came and introduced himself.

That’s when he fell for you. From then on out you were placed in the highest living the closest suite near him and put in warmer clothes that hadn’t been torn by the outdoor conditions.

Now there you stood in front of him holding your protruding stomach. You couldn’t have been more then a few months along. Tops five, but he hadn’t seen you. You hadn’t told him why you didn’t want to see him. He just assumed that you were upset with him but things were happening in world and he hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to you.

So when you showed up at his door a large sweater and looser pants something felt wrong. Knocking on the door had sent shivers down your spine. You had never been this nervous about anything not since long before the zombies had come along.

“Negan?” You said, voice small and quite. He had never rushed to open his door so quickly, there you were you looked fuller, wider around the hips. He hoped that you were there to talk to him and he got more then that from you.

“Y/n, come in doll.” He said ushering you into his room. It had been months and you had forgotten how clean and comfortable his room felt, warmer then the rest of the facility. You didn’t sit but instead stood in front of him.

You remember the last time you were in here five months ago. Five months ago is what started this, you had Negan had a great night or maybe a few nights in that bed. Negan had told you he loved you that night.

The sweater clung loosely around Y/n curves and Negan was dying to know why she hadn’t said anything and been actively avoiding him.

“Why have you been avoiding me doll?” Negan asked his voice seemed softer and less tense. “I.. I need to tell you something you promise to not get mad though.” Y/n said her eyes never looking into her past lovers.

“Okay, tell me.” Negan said relaxing into the small sofa. Y/n continued to stand, “Negan, do you remember that night.” She says looking past him and towards the bed. A smirk can’t help but grow on the old features. “Yes doll I do remember, the best night of my life.” He said.

“I… we did have a great time, but something came from it Negan.” Brows were furling downwards. Negan was never stumped only when it came to her did he get like this.

The silence was killing her more than she was okay with. “Negan I’m pregnant.” She said. Her words coming out faster then she would like. Her hand coming up to cover her lips. Shock was clearly written over both of their faces.

Anger bursted out of Negan. “What the fuck Y/n! You remind me of that night and then you tell me you’re pregnant. Probably with some other man’s baby.” He said. “No… no Negan. Stop listen to me.” Y/n said her hand touching Negan. Her touch was so soft and yet strong at the same time to Negan. He forced the anger to boil a little more.

“You can kick me out but it’s yours Negan. I don’t love anyone else. I haven’t been anyone else. I found out only a couple days after that night, I didn’t know how to react. How is a baby supposed to be raised in this world now.” Y/n said tears were starting to pour as she cupped the protruding belly that laid underneath the sweater.

Negan stood up, his eyes meeting wet ones. “Mine?” Was all he said. “Yes Negan. Your baby.” She said. There another bought of silence between the two of them. She wasn’t far enough along to feel a kick but there was a connection between Negan, Y/n and there unborn child.

“I’d never kick you out, I’ll never kick you out. But I do insist that you come in here with me from now on. Have you been taking care of yourself and our baby?” He asked her. “Yeah, the doc as all my prenatal care ready for me every week” Y/n said her hand coming to lay over Negan large one.

Completed: 12/12/22

Posted: 12/12/22

#negan fanfiction #the walking dead negan #fem reader #female reader #fluff #pregnancy #pregnant reader #blurbs #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x reader #negan x y/n #negan x reader #negan x you #negan imagine #negan fic

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ezzydantes · 2 months

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Monster Trio Births part 3

Author's Note: Sanji's turn! Extreme fluff from our Prince. Again hard labor... especially for...

Sanji

You and your Prince had been on Kamabakka Island the last few months after he grabbed onto you when Kuma sent you away from Sabaody. When you first arrived a strange woman had helped you out but then took off as soon as you became conscious. Later it was revealed that you were on an island full of, as your lover crassly put it, "a cheap imitation of women". You actually smacked the back of his head and made him apologize immediately for his rudeness to your hostesses holding his head down as you bowed as well.

You had heard of this island long ago and was familiar with their Queen. You had dealings with Emporio Ivankoff due to your elder sisters and cousins being associated with the Revolutionary Army. This was back before your eldest sister sent you somewhere she'd thought would be safe... the Baratie. As soon as the inhabitants of the island learned of your true identity, you and Sanji were welcome with open arms. It was a trying time to say the least... your lover upset that there was a part of you he didn't know. He eventually got over it though after a long night of talking and learning of his past in depth as well as multiple sessions of love making. You were already pregnant so what was the harm?

Your womb was becoming larger by the day as your stay progressed and at one point the doctor there stated you had to be bed ridden. You knew from Sanji telling you about his mother and her illness that being bed ridden was like a death sentence in his eyes. He was doting even more on you than usual.

"Baby.... I'm fine", you sighed as he helped you readjust your position in the bed and fluff your pillows.

He paused for a second. He slowly climbed into the bed with you, careful to not move you so much. "I... I am beyond grateful for you staying with me and giving me a child, but..." his voice barely above a whisper as he gently laid his head on your stomach, "I won't survive if I lose you..."

The blonde cook's confession causing a small gasp to leave you. Sanji turned his face to look at you as his blue eyes began to water. "I won't survive it..."

"S...Sanji...", you quietly called to him as you took his face into your hands and pulled him up to you. "I'm so happy for this experience and I can't wait to have a future and see what all we will accomplish as a family. And trust me... I'm scared too... the thought of giving life to a whole other little being is scary..."

"I don't mean to scare you, Princess..." he mumbled as he wiped tears from your eyes before wiping them from his "Just know that you've been my world for so long... and now I'm gonna have a child with you... a perfect mixture of us two and when I look at them I'll see you..."

Your Prince's smile slowly started to return as you pulled his forehead to yours. "And they will be LOVED because they will have us... be it a boy or a girl."

Sanji gently kissed your lips over and over, trying to pour as much adoration and love into each gentle touch to let you know that no matter what lies ahead, you were his goddess and he'd worship you forever. The two of you fell asleep with his arms around you while you snuggled into him. He was playing with your (h/c) locks, sighing in content at the moment when you suddenly clutched his sides and rammed your face into his chest. "AHHHH!!!"

"Y/n!? Whats wrong?" He shouted as he sat up and tried to assess the situation. It was then he felt the wetness in the sheets. Your water had broke. The cook went into immediate action, remembering the training he received from the doctor in case this happened. He settled you back down before using the small transponder snail on the table side to call the doctor. She sleepily answered it but shot into action at your lover's request when he told her the condition of the situation.

They reached your shared room where you were trying to use your breathing techniques. The doctor had Sanji help put you in a position to get a better view to see the progression. "Oh my!" She shouted, "I see a head! Sanji!"

Your lover immediately helped you get into a squatting position and carefully explained everything to you as he went. He held you up under your arms while one of the nurses placed a leather bit into your mouth to help you from biting your tongue off.

"That's it Baby Girl...", he cooed into your ear, occasionally using one or the other hand to help wipe your hair out of your face. "You got this..."

His voice was somewhat desperate towards the end as you gave a few pushes and a baby boy came out. Sanji helped you lay back into a pile of pillows as he stroked your forehead. "You did wonderful, my Darling... "

Your cook cut the embilicol chord from his son before gladly taking the small babe into his arms. Before he had a chance to present your newborn son to you another sharp contraction hit you, causing a blood curdling scream.

Sanji quickly handed the baby off to a nurse as he rushed to you. Fear and panic evident in his eyes. "Baby? What's wrong!?"

"Ahhh!" You screamed as you tried to sit back up. You could feel more contractions. The confused, exhausted look on your face as you reached towards your lover, caused him to panic more. "What the Hell is going on?!"

The doctor quickly looked back down to your bottom half, her eyes widening in shock. "Sanji! Lift her up I see another head!"

Sanji didn't question what the doctor had just yelled as he pulled you up into a squatting position once more. "I got you Baby... I got you... we can do this... we can do anything together..."

You bared down once more and it seemed instant relief hit you as another crying babe came into the world. "It's a girl!"

You and your Prince stared in disbelief as a second baby was born. His eyes began to well up as he began kissing you all over your head as he held you close, "You did it, my goddess... two lives?"

"Twins!" The doctor laughed, "a first for our island!"

You relaxed back into your lover completely spent, barely able to keep your eyes open. Sanji hugged you close as he bawled his happiness into the crown of your head. He kept his hand over your heart and his ear next to your mouth as he listened for your breath. His darling girl had given him the gift of being a father not once but twice.

Sanji smiled at your sleeping fotm in his arms, completely and utterly enamored by you. You hadn't complained at all during the pregnancy and especially during the time of being bed ridden. You had smiled gracefully and bared it all for the sake of your small family. He felt as though his heart could burst at the love he felt for you.

The doctor came over and presented the twins to the pair of you. You woke up long enough to stroke their little faces due to one of their soft cries reaching you.

"Whenever you're ready my dear, they will need to feed somewhat soon. But we still have to clean them up a bit... ", the doctor smiled, "Rest while you can and when you're up to it we will bring them back..."

You weakly nodded in the affirmative before slumping back down into your lover's embrace. He chuckled at how you tried to squeeze his arms around you. "Thank you, Doc", Sanji smiled gratefully as he held you close, expressing both of your gratitude to the physician before you. "Couldn't have done it without you...all of you"

There wasn't a dry eye in the room as the nurses and doctor bowed to the pair of you before exiting to clean up the twins.

"Twins?" Your Prince exhaled as he pulled you further up into the bed so he could rest his back against the headboard as he held you between his legs.

"It actually does run in the family..." you sheepishly whisper, "There are several sets of twins...."

Sanji couldn't help but chuckle. "Never thought to tell me that before I got you pregnant?"

You turned to him and smiled sweetly, "though your multi birth was orchestrated... I didn't know how you'd feel about a possibility...even though naturally..I knew you'd love them anyways..."

The blonde cook gasped a bit before he held you as tight as your sore body would allow. "What will we call them?"

"I want to name our daughter Sora... ", you whispered as you kissed his jaw. Sanji bowed his head to try and hide his tears. He kissed your head before silently nodding in the affirmative, moved by you wanting to name your daughter after his mother. "What about baby boy?" You inquired.

"Zephyr...." his voice cracked, "Impatient like old man Zeff... and just as precious..."

He readjusted his position so you could lay into his chest. You began to slowly draw circles on his his pecks. "Vinsmoke Zephyr and Sora?" You questioned.

"No... Blackleg... ", Sanji gently smiled as he kissed your lips. You smiled as you held him close. "What a family.... Ptolemy (y/n) and the Blacklegs three... haha"

"No... Blackleg (y/n)... Marry me?" He cupped your cheek after you looked up at him, stunned bh his proposal. You began to cry as he pulled you into a kiss... the best kiss he had given you over the years... the one that brought all memories of you and him to mind. "Yes.. " you whispered.

"I do have some conditions...", your Prince smirked. He waited for your permission before continuing, "I will quit smoking if whenever I need a smoke and you're there... I get a kiss. You allow me to continue doting EXTRA on you now that we have a family and the twins will be a handful since they are a perfect mixture of us. We visit the old man at least once before meeting up with the crew in Sabaody. You let me call you goddess at least once a week"

"Agreed... but what if it gets too dangerous? Will you send us away?" You mumbled.

"Yes... and then I will follow after I know it's safe... you have always been my whole world... but we also have a pretty decent bad ass family of a crew... even that dumbass mosshead would protect you and the kids if he had to..." the cook grumbled.

"I love you.... Blackleg Sanji...", you whispered as you nestled back down into his warmth. He held you close before whispering in your hair and inhaling his favorite scent in the world... you. In this small moment before your miracles would be brought in... the pair of you made sure that each of you knew your worth and meaning to the other.

#one piece #one piece x you #vinsmoke sanji #monster trio #monster trio x reader

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Ok idea for Lloyd! You're one of his targets but with the first look at you he decides to fake your death and keep you all to himself. He buys you something nice with the money he got for "killing" you

Lloyd 😩😩😍 thank you for this request <3

My sunshine

Warnings: kidnapping (but I tried to make it sweet ok??😩😂), possessive Lloyd I’d say?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x f!reader

You were trying to open your apartment door, with your hands full with shopping bags. Once again your dad had been a total dick to you, arguing over something stupid -but at least you got his credit card after the fight, just like evey time, when he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

A sigh escaped your lips.

Then you heard heavy steps coming closer.

Lloyd looked at you for a moment.

He was supposed to press the cloth for a little longer. A little harder. Not letting you breathe for a few minutes. Just end it.

He couldn’t do the job…

They may have paid him a lot for your death but he couldn’t. You looked like an angel with your soft kissable lips, the long lashes tickling your cheekbones… such a beauty.

Throwing you over his shoulder, he took your shopping bags with his free hand. He could tell you had a few pretty dresses in there, he’d love to see you in these.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you” whispered the man, leaving with you.

Taking you to one of his safe houses, he put you in a guest room where he laid you on a bed, making sure to be gentle and not hurt you. He took a photo of you, sending it to his client, trying to make it look like you were dead… and yet you were so beautiful, even in your sleeping state.

After sending the photo and making sure to get his money, he put his phone away and sat down next to you, brushing your hair behind your ear. He sighed quietly. “I’m so sorry, darling but I couldn’t kill you… I promise I’ll take care of you” said the man, standing up and going to your bathroom where he filled the tub with hot water, a lot of bubbles, a nice bath bomb and after hesitating also rose petals.

It was maybe a bit too much but how else could he make you feel better, especially when he would’ve to tell you, that-

He heard a quite moan from your room, making him look to your bed immediately.

You slowly sat up, only then realizing what had happened. Oh god. Someone had taken you. That’s the only thing you could remember. Before you could stand up, a beautiful man stepped into the room.

And that fucking moustache made you think some very inappropriate thoughts.

You slowly slid away from him, close to your headboard. “Don’t- where the hell am I? And who are you? Why did you take me?!” you rambled, feeling your eyes being filling with tears, already starting pouring down your cheeks.

Lloyd gulped, slowly taking a step back and putting his arms up. “I’m sorry, but it’s better that way. I’m Lloyd- and I won’t harm you. I promise” he said, slowly coming a bit closer.

You shook your head slightly and he stopped walking once again. “Why should I trust you? You kidnapped me!” you shouted, throwing the lamp from your nightstand at him.

He ducked just in time, gasping surprised. Well, he suspected you’d be angry but this did actually really surprise him. “I know you can’t trust me right now- and you don’t have to but… give me a chance to explain. I want you to feel good here, promise.”

Lloyd came to your bed, holding his hand out to you. You looked at it for a moment before grabbing his hand shakingly and letting him pull you up, not touching you any further than just your hand. It made you feel a bit better that he didn’t try to touch you without your consent.

“I ran you a bath so you could relax a bit” he said, feeling you tense a bit. “Don’t worry, your bathtub isn’t even big enough for the two of us” this time his words made you giggle quietly but you tried to cover it up with a cough.

Lloyd went with you into the bathroom and you gasped quietly. Everything was so… pretty!

It made you feel a bit weird that he really tried to make you feel that good. What if he really meant it? But you shook these thoughts away. First, he had to tell you why you were here.

You looked into the bathtub, filled with bubbles and a sweet smell. A bath would be nice if you had to be honest with yourself. Lloyd let go of your hand and turned around without leaving the bathroom. You pulled your eyebrows slightly together. “Shouldn’t you… be somewhere else?” you mumbled, making Lloyd chuckle quietly. “Fine, but I’ll come back in a few minutes.” Lloyd left the bathroom.

Sighing you took off your clothes quickly and let your body sink into the warm water, surrounded by rose petals, sweet scent and bubbles. For a moment you just closed your eyes.

Lying in the warm water you could feel yourself drifting off. It was so relaxing…

But the knock on the door made you look up. “Yes?” you mumbled confused and Lloyd walked into the bathroom, with two glasses and a wine bottle. Slightly surprised you watched him sit down on the edge of the tub, holding one of the glasses out to you. “It’s a good one, you’ll like it” with that he poured you some of the wine and some for himself. After putting the bottle away, he clicked his glas gently against yours. “I promise you’ll have it better with me than with your piece of shit father.”

Once again you looked up at him, watching him drink a sip from the wine, while he leaned on the wall. “What does my father have to do with that?” you asked quietly, making Lloyd wince. He should’ve stayed quiet.

“You wanted to know why I took you… I was supposed to do something much worse. But I didn’t want to… and… my client- he’s” you felt your breath leave your lungs. “No, please, Lloyd, it can’t-“ he took your free hand and squeezed gently.

“I promise you’ll have it much better here with me. I”ll take good care of you… I’d never hurt you” you sighed, blinking away the tears and drank a sip from your wine. Lloyd noticed the tears anyway, giving you a gentle kiss on your hand and then on your head. It made your heart flutter for a moment.

You were still scared but at the same time… Lloyd was more loyal to you than your own family. It’s not like you trusted him already or anything else- but he still was very nice to you.

Sighing you leaned your head against Lloyd and closed your eyes, still sipping on your wine.

Lloyd squeezed your hand a last time before letting go and caressing your hair. “Can I wash your hair? It feels really soft.”

You felt yourself blush slightly but nodded anyway.

Lloyd put the glasses aside, letting warm water run over your head while making sure not to let anything into your eyes. “Is the water temperature okay?”

“Yes, it’s great…” you mumbled, still having your eyes closed. It felt really nice. Lloyd did everything so gently, washing your hair and massaging your scalp. You didn’t know how to feel about it. You’d stay here either way, so at least you were happy he didn’t want to hurt you. It seemed like he wanted the opposite.

A couple days later you’ve already got slightly used to your new life. Lloyd may be a ruthless and cruel man but not to you. You had seen him work. Torture. And yet he hadn’t laid a finger on you. He always asked if he could touch you- and it was mostly just to hold your hand or give you a kiss on your forehead.

You’ve noticed he bought you many clothes, even asking you to order stuff for yourself.

But what most surprised you, was him cooking for you. You imagined a man like him had a maid to do that -and he actually had a maid- but he told you he wanted to make your food special by preparing it by himself.

Of course you didn’t trust this at first, watching his every move in the kitchen- also watching him burn eggs once which made him blush a deep shade of red. You laughed at that for the first time since you were here.

And it made Lloyds heart throb. He fell for you even harder at that moment.

You ate together whenever he could since he was often called away but still making sure to tell you how much he wanted you to feel good and safe in his house.

And at home.

He wanted you to feel good at home.

You had to be honest it wasn’t that bad living with him. He was a nice guy… besides the psychopathic side of him that always came out when he tortured someone.

He was so much different at home. Like a different person. A better person.

Lloyd had even once mentioned that you made him feel that way. Like he could be better with you.

While Lloyd was once again gone, you ordered a few new clothes and a cute blanket for your room. You didn’t even feel alone in this house because there was always someone there- if not Lloyd or the maid, then some of his workers who seemed to be quite friendly. And also very scared of Lloyd.

When someone knocked on the door, you already knew who it was. “Lloyd I told you, you don’t have to knock, it's fine” he entered your room with a little smile. “Just wanted to make sure… I have something for you”

“You always have something for me” you grinned but sat up and watched take out a beautiful red satin dress out of a bag. Also a pair of black, sleek heels. Wow.

You stood up, coming closer and feeling the material. “It’s so beautiful… why- what for?” you mumbled, making Lloyd shrug. “I thought… there’s a high class event, an opening of a museum… I have to find a target but I thought maybe we could enjoy the evening first? Like… maybe a date? If you’d like to be my date? I know you like museums so I thought this could be-“ you hugged the man, making him grin into your hair.

He put his arms around you, pulling you even closer. “It’s a yes?” “It’s definitely a yes. Thank you Lloyd…” you whispered, slowly letting go even though you both would want to keep the hug longer.

Three days later you were in the hallway, trying to put on your heels but your long nails wouldn’t really let you do it yourself. Lloyd noticed this of course.

Without saying a word he kneeled in front of you and helped you put on the first heel, closing the clasp around your ankle, looking up at you.

He looked good today- like everyday. Lloyd wore a black suit with a black turtleneck underneath. You were actually surprised he wore black pants, instead of his beloved white ones but he said he wanted to look good next to such a beautiful goddess like you. You had laughed it off even though your heart jumped at that.

Lloyd helped you with the other shoe, standing up and putting his hands gently on your waist. “You’re the most beautiful person in the whole universe, sunshine” Lloyd mumbled, grabbing one of your hands gently and turning you, making you laugh quietly before you fell back into his chest and pulled him closer to you.

You felt a warmth spread in your whole body, making your heart throb.

“Lloyd I… I’d like for you to kiss me…”

It may not be the usual way people meet their soulmates but… but you really felt like you were meant to be.

I hope you enjoyed reading <3

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hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall · 4 months

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Sweet past - Ch.1

Summary: 3 years ago, you moved away from Austin, leaving your wreck of a father behind. Now, some news brings you back, and you try to navigate the new life with your dad's best friend, Joel, by your side.

No outbreak is happening here.

Pairing: dbf!Joel x reader

Warnings: mention of death, some foul language, angst.

AN: This is my first time writing for any Pedro Pascal character. The story is a bit angsty and a little different from typical dbf stories out there. Nevertheless I hope you will enjoy it :)

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Masterlist Chapter 2

It was one of those days when you really just wanted to lay down in bed and do absolutely nothing. You normally work with competent people, but somehow, all of them forgot how to actually think today.

Putting your shopping away, you turned on some random movie, poured yourself some wine, and just sat down, opening Instagram for a while. Just to see how the world looks outside your four walls.

Life was good. It wasn't perfect—far from it—but you finally started to stand on your own two feet. You thought less and less about that awful memory, and your job was getting better. You got promoted to sous chef recently, and you actually liked it. Likewise, you never thought you'd work for a restaurant, but hell, you can't really predict anything in life.

You jumped when the phone in your hand ran. A frown appeared on your face as you saw a number you thought you would never hear. You felt your heart quicken, if he was calling you, it meant that something distressing had happened.

“Joel?”, you answered, your voice small and uncertain. You haven't heard from him for three years now.

“Hey kiddo.” Yes, this was definitely Joel Miller. A gravelly, hoarse and husky voice that hasn't changed since all the years you have known him. The voice was so specific that you would recognize him anywhere. “How are you?”

“What happened?” You asked, ignoring his question, not in the mood for a small talk when your gut was telling you that something was wrong.

“What made you think…”

“Joel”, he sighed, hearing the sternness in your voice. You felt it waver a bit, like he was nervous. Joel Miller was never nervous. Grumpy, annoyed. Sure, but never nervous.

“This is not something I want to talk about on the phone, but you never left an address.” He trailed off and took a deep breath. You heard him take a seat and made yourself ready for whatever bad news he got. Was it your father? Was he back to his old habits? Is he in jail or something? “He never wanted you to know. He didn't want you to worry…” You let him talk, take his time. Whatever it was, it was difficult, even for someone like Joel. “He's gone, kid”, your heart stopped, or at least that's what you thought. The same as the surrounding time. You looked straight ahead, unable to comprehend whatever was happening. “I'm sorry.” He said your name, but you weren't able to focus. “I… I… his liver…”

“Was he in pain? When he died?” Your voice shuttered, and tears appeared in your eyes.

“Sweetheart, this is not a talk to be done over the phone.” You sniffed and closed your eyes. He was right. It wasn't, and yet you weren't sure if you would be able to have that conversation in person. “I can plan everything out if it's too much for you.”

“I'll be there in three days. Thank you, Joel.” Turning off the phone, you laid back in the coach, letting your cries put you to sleep.

***

Austin was one of these places that brought so many happy memories, only to make you suffer when you truly tried to remember. Leaving the town was painful, but coming back here felt like someone was ripping your heart out. You knew you were coming back to nothing, but something was pushing you towards the path of the memories.

The ride to your old home wasn't that long and, thankfully, was spent in silence. The scenery hasn't really changed since you left the town 3 years ago. It was like the town stayed the same without a will to improve. And yet you knew and saw more and more new houses and shops. Yet they all looked like they could have been built all these years ago.

You thanked the driver, took your bags, and looked up to look at the house where you grew up. You smiled softly at the good memories. The one way before everything went to shit. Yes, you had a pretty good childhood. Two loving parents, a nice house, a good school and some good friends turned out to be more like colleagues when all went to shit.

You opened the doors with the key your father gave you the day you left. He was hoping it would make you stay and stop you from leaving the town, the house, and him. You kept it just in case, but you never knew you would use it so soon. 3 years sounded like a long time, but it went by way quicker than you thought. So much has changed since then, and you still weren't sure how those changes would affect the present you. You didn't know why you were even here. You didn't know what you expected from it.

You frowned in the hall of the house. It looked much cleaner than the last time you were here. The bottles weren't lying around, there was no smell of alcohol around, and the walls seemed to have been repainted even. A new carpet, and you froze, seeing the pictures hanging on the walls. Pictures of you when you were a child. Pictures from your high school graduation—the ones with your mom and dad. Before all went to shit. Such happy memories are all gone now.

You closed your eyes, stopping the tears from falling. Life was good then, even happy. You left the bags behind and walked around the house, surprised to see it in such a good state. It looked like your father had made some changes since you left. It looks like your money didn't go to waste after all.

Other than some refreshments, nothing has really changed in the house. It was just the way you remember. Your heart clenched when you walked to your room. He hasn't moved anything. There were still posters hanging, some pictures, and the same books you read in school. Even some CDs and DVDs you loved to watch with your parents on Saturday movie night. The three of you would prepare some snacks and watch whatever movie was chosen for the night. You loved those nights, they were like a fresh breath in your busy life as a student.

Your fingers reach for one of the movies when the bell runs around the house. You frowned and walked towards the doors, looking through the peephole. Your eyes widened as you saw who was on the other side of the doors.

“Long time no see, kiddo!” The man hasn't changed a bit. Still the same handsome face, rugged, tall, dark hair and beard signed with grayish strands. The familiar smile that looked more like a smirk. Something he would always send your way. Something soft and familiar now that you think about it.

“Joel!” You smiled, and without really thinking about it, you hugged him tightly, hiding your face behind his neck. You exhaled when his arm rounded you and hugged you back. His deep voice sounded like your name, almost unsure if you were really here.

“Let's come in; I've stocked you up a bit.” Holding your hand, he pushed you back into the house, ignoring the single tear that fell. It wasn't the time for it. Not yet, at least. Not after he already brought you the pain himself.

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lizziecanrailme · 1 year

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When he walks in, I am loved

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x reader

Summary: Lizzie’s anxiety makes her feel like a burden.

Warning: Anxiety, little (maybe more than a little) bit of angst, & hurt/comfort (I love it so much)

A/N: If you get the title reference I love you🫶🏾 Sorry if I don’t write this well :(

Everything sucks.

It may have just seemed like just this moment, but everything truly sucked. Everything except you, she could never hate you. Although she has this uncertain crippled feeling when receiving comfort from you.

It just felt, like you were pitying her. Like you did it just so the problem would go away. At least, that’s what her thoughts said. Her thoughts made it seem like she’s a burden, maybe she is.

She felt bad. That whenever she had an attack that it annoyed you. That you found her embarrassing whenever it happened in public. It’s just these swirling thoughts that control her all the time.

She always felt like an idiot with a painted face, but when you walked in. She felt loved, something she hasn’t felt from her previous partners.

You always reassured her, oh so gently. She almost didn’t feel a burden, until the thoughts come again.

—✦—

She laid in her bed, staring at the wall ahead. She likes the feeling of zoning out, it gives her a moment away from reality.

“Hi darling” a soft voice called out, zooming her back into reality. She turned her head, seeing you walk through the doorway. She gave you a tight lip smile and you walked towards the bed. You laid down and cuddled her, face nuzzled into her warm body.

It felt nice, for both of you. Except, lizzie had this urge to pour everything out to you. She really wanted to. She’s been tired of hiding her feelings.

“Y/n”

“Yes my love”

She felt herself flush, the pet names you call her always make her nervous. Normally when she’s nervous it’s bad, but this was different. “Is everything alright?” you asked, she would usually respond with the plain “I’m okay”.

But it was her time to open up. “No actually, I’m not alright” she sighed, “oh?” you said with a hint of concern. She could already feel her eyes stinging and throat closing up. God, why couldn’t she just do this without getting emotional.

“I just, feel like a burden when it comes to my anxiety.” She started, you didn’t interrupt, instead waiting for her to continue. “Whenever I have an attack, I’m scared that you’re annoyed or embarrassed of me.”

The closing feeling of her throat caused her breathing to pick up. She felt tears roll down her face and to her chin. You didn’t want to hug her without permission, but she already knew and nodded.

You gave her a tight but not too tight side hug. Resting your head on her shoulder. There was a comfortable silence aside from the shaky inhales and exhales.

Everything isn’t always okay, and that’s okay.

—✦—

#TW: anxiety #I don’t like sad Lizzie #I don’t think any of us do #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x y/n #elizabeth olsen x reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #tiny angst #i don wanna break hearts but I probably will

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sexylazymess · 5 months

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Dark!Elsa x fem Reader

Chapter 2

The wind blew relentlessly, making you clutch the cloak around your body even tighter in fear of it flying off and leaving you with nothing to protect yourself from the ongoing blizzard. The white coat of snow has already reached your knees, and in few hours, people might start getting burried alive. This is what became of Arendelle. A once thriving kingdom, with blossoming flowers and lush trees an entire year became an ugly land of mud and bare trees. Quite litrally a graveyard for the living. Once you were finally home, you pushed the door open to be met with welcoming warmth.

"Auntie is here!" A (your hair colour) haired little girl shouted joyfully, earning her twin brother's attention who came running to hug you "Autie, you're back!" you smiled in return and ruffled his fluffy hair "Of course Jude, I told you I'd be back soon." It was like this everytime you left the house. The kids would wait for your return instead of going to bed and jump in delight as soon as you were home. It was heartwrenching, how at such young age they were aware of the callous weather behind many deaths, including their mother's. "and look what I got here with me." you pulled out two apples from the groceries bag for the twins, receiving simultaneous 'Apples!' and 'Thank you!'s.

"I love apples." came Flora's soft, tiny voice.

"I'm glad you do, Flora" you went to put away the rest of the groceries. Luckily, you could get your hands on some fresh fruits and meat, otherwise the market in Arandelle was in a miserable state, the food production nearly non-existent. But how could one raise animals and plants in such climate. It was a risk not worth taking for farmers. You almost wanted to tear up when the shopkeeper told you that they don't have the medical herbs you requested since you ran out of them, so you bought meagre ones instead. "Grandpa was coughing a lot. like 13 times." your niece stood by your side, while you lit up a fire under a pot of water to brew a herbal drink "is that so?"

"Yes, I got worried. it means he's not getting better" your eyes met her own big ones, while Jude was highly optimistic, Flora was a realist. She doesn't accept something unless she sees it, but she looks up to you. She takes your words to heart. "Coughing means his body is fighting." you gave her a tiny, reassuring smile "and that's a good thing. every medication I give him will help him be stronger, but do you know what's the most important and efficient remedy?"

The girl scratched her head thoughtfully "uhm, sleeping well? I heard you talk about it last night."

"Well, that too, of course. there's also the state of the heart, our feelings affect our health. The happier one is, the higher the chances of recovery." Her eyes lit up in awe and wonder, and hope. "So...if we make him laugh, we're actually healing him? Like you do?"

"Of course sweetie, you two have an important part as well." Once the drink was ready, you poured some in a mug and went to your father's room, the old man was laid in bed, looking sickly pale and tired. He saw what you were holding and groaned "Oh no, no more of that awful thing."

"I added some honey this time. It should be bearable." You patiently said. In your many years of practicing medicine, you've encountered a good number of difficult, stubborn patients. Honesty, you cracked sometimes in the beginning, crying behind a big bush or in a brooms' closet, but you eventually learned to get your way and keep a clear conscious. "Come on, I didn't go all the way out there for nothing."

"...Fine. but I'll drink it on my own pace!" you chuckled, partly satisfied with his response "As long as you do drink it, old man." you placed his mug on the bedside table and turned to leave when his voice spoke again "and (y/n), thank you... I saw the new clothes you got for the kiddos. they needed them for a while now...I couldn't-"

"It's good." You couldn't let him loath himself further for not being able to provide for them as a parent should. As illness striked him, your father worked extra hard and past his limits, so much that when he got bedridden, he couldn't walk "It really is. Their happiness means the world to me."

You knew he still blamed himself for that cursed day. The day your late sister offered to go get groceries instead of him. As soon as you received his letter, you gathered your belongings -eyes puffy from crying and lack of sleep- and took the earliest ship back to Arendelle.

A rough knock on the door grabbed your attention, glancing one last time at the man "I'll go get it." the twins were peaking from behind the curtains of the kitchen's window and let out audible gasps "Oh my god, they carry swords, so cool!"

The visitors were no other than the royal guard, four men in significant greenish robes which had the kingdom's symbol the Crocus, and long columnar shaped hats. Swords safely and readily strapped to their hips. "We came to speak with Doctor Isaac Karlsen." the one at the front said.

"Yes?" you said.

And he arched an eyebrow at you, sarcastically "You're Isaac Karlsen?"

"I'm his daughter. Tell me what you want to say and I'll deliver it to him." you politely smiled, at such times, the royal guard was no good news.

"Right." The guard faked a smile "Don't waste our time and bring him here. It doesn't concern you."

"It does, in fact. He's sleeping."

"Oh I'm pretty sure He will want to wake up once he finds out it's an order from her majesty, queen Elsa."

You internally cringed. Similar to your father, you disliked Queen Elsa. It's why he bought a house at the border of the capital after retirement, where life was peaceful and simple. He couldn't depart from Arendelle but preferred to be as far as possible from the icey palace and its surroundings. Serving poor people without charge until he fell sick.

"What is the order and why involve my father?"

You seemed to be getting on his nerves "It doesn't concern you." He firmly repeated, moving to walk past you but you blocked his way. His hand instantly flew to grip the hilt of his sword threateningly, and out of nowhere, the kids appeared behind you, eyes gleaming with excitement and admiration. "Hello guard sir good sir!" Jude blurted out. "you guys are awesome. I want to be like you one day!" Flora joined in "slashing enemies with your swords and protecting us!"

"kids, go back inside. now." out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the guard hesitating at the sight of children and his hold on the weapon dropped with a sigh "An ill person in the palace is in need of a doctor, urgently." He plainly explained to which you nodded.

"Very well, I'm doctor (Y/N) Karlsen. I've been working for a while. I'll be there first thing in the morning." you extended your hand for a shake and received none in return, just a bewildered and sceptical glare from the man. Another, friendlier looking guard stepped in to whisper something in his ear that he didn't like from his reaction, he replied with "Are you serious?" and slowly faced you again, both hands on his hips "Very well. pack as much clothes as you need, we will be waiting."

He grinned at your dumbfounded expression "No occasional visits. the doctor is required to live in the palace and be by the patient's side 24/7. That includes not leaving the palace boundaries for uh weeks, perhaps months."

"I can't." you shook your head "Impossible. I have kids to take care of and my father is old and bedridden. They have nobody else. I can't leave them for months at once!"

"Auntie is leaving already?" A crestfallen Jude tugged at your dress and Flora tried to comfort him despite her own sadness.

"We can't keep her majesty waiting." The guard spoke. "sir Erik, we have to tell her highness-" The other man went quiet when their lead guard, who's apparently called Erik, raised his hand "It seems you have to make a decision and quickly, miss (Y/N). We'll give you one day to think about it. but I suggest to start packing your things." With that, they left and you closed the door, still shaken from the encounter.

"Aw you both..." you bent down to hug them "A hurricane won't separate me from you. So don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

"But the queen. she's powerful isn't she?" Flora whispered. It was true, in her few years of ruling, the young dictator has done terrible things to her enemies and opposers that made even the most fearless of men tremble and give in to her. She was a cruel and merciless tactician with a stone, cold heart.

"And your auntie is smart and capable of handling herself." The girl was embarrassed that she doubted you for a second and nodded "She is."

"Uhm, by the way auntie." Jude timidly interrupted your moment "Please don't get mad but..."

"hm, what's wrong Jude?"

"the tea you made was awfully bitter, it had veeery little honey." he put his index finger and thumb closely together "the more sweet, the better!" Flora snickered at him "It's called 'sweeter' Jude, not 'more sweet'".

"Okay but where did you get that tea from? I didn't make any tea." you asked.

"Grandpa gave it to me."

you were unimpressed, and highly disappointed with your father for giving his herbal medicine to the little boy so he wouldn't have to drink it. And for a moment there, you thought maybe you should've let those guards take him.

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