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𝘽𝙊𝙍𝙏 𝙓 𝗚𝗘𝗠 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 /𝙂𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧+ 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘. ‧₊˚✧

𝗛𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗕𝗈𝗋𝗍

☆.𝗛𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆

☆.𝗔 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗌𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀,𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗉,𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗈,𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍

☆.𝗛𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗖𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖺𝖻𝖺𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌

☆.𝗧𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀,𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾,𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌,𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾

☆.𝗛𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗗𝗂𝖺,𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖼 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗑𝖾𝗌(𝗗𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋,𝗇𝗈,𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌)𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾

☆.𝗟𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗒𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆,𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍

☆.𝗗𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈,𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗎𝗌,𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗌 (𝗥𝖾𝖽 𝖡𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗅)

✩.𝗗𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 \ 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘴 ˢᵉᵉˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵗᵘᵖⁱᵈ ˢʰⁱᵗ 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦/ 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆

☆.𝗛𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 ,𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅,𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

☆.𝗜𝖿 𝗣𝗁𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎,𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗥𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗆

☆.𝗪𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈,𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋,𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗈𝗅

☆.𝗛𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎,𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗈

☆.𝗗𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾,𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄,𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾,𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇,𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆

#bort hnk #land of the lustrous #houseki no kuni #hnk #gn reader #hnk x gn reader #bort x reader #houseki no kuni x reader #bort houseki no kuni

[uwukillmenowowo]

Could I request (land of the lustrous) Bort x male reader

M!reader personality:

Could m!reader act like a tsundere and not talk to much, could also have anger issues?

Also could m!reader be based of the gem called: "Aquamarine" ?, Aquamarines hardnesses is 7.5 - 8 btw, you can choose whether m!reader is 7.5 or 8 (Aquamarine is not a character btw) and m!readers nickname could be aqua (like Phosphophyllite is called phos

Okie Dokie anon!

👍

Fly Me to the Moon

[Cover by: me/Kumon]



[Bort X Male! Aquamarine! Reader]



Fandoms:

Houseki No Kuni/Land of the Lustrous



Trigger warnings:

- Angst

- Gaslighting/Emotional Manipulation



[Main Characters:]

[They would've been called they/them but I just gave them these genders so that I don't get confused]

- Reader/Aquamarine - Male - Hardness: 8

- Bort - Male - Hardness: 10

- Phosphophyllite - Male - Hardness: 3.5

- Cairngorm - Male - Hardness: 7

- Diamond - Female - Hardness: 10

- Yellow Diamond - Female - Hardness: 10

- Kogo-Sensei - Male - Hardness: XXXXX



[Notes:] 

- This takes place during the eighth and ninth manga. When Phos comes back from the moon and tries t convince other gems to come back with him to the moon.

- Bort is younger than Reader/Aquamarine [For plot]

- Sorry if you wanted something more wholesome Anon

- I know you said that you wanted a tsundere reader but when I finally finished this I realized that it was more of a tsundere Bort. The reader is still quiet yet angry, and a bit tsun tsun, but I feel I made Bort more tsun tsun than reader



History before the story:

- Before Bort. Reader/Aquamarine used to be paired with Diamond.

- Before Reader/Aquamarine was introduced to Bort, Diamond used to tell Reader/Aquamarine that Bort was a gem who only liked to fight.

- Because of that. Reader/Aquamarine didn't really have a good first impression of Bort.

- And the feeling was mutual when you and Bort first met.

- You saw him as a macho fighting jerk and he saw you as someone who was weaker than you looked.

- That was... until Diamond got struck by a Lunarian's arrow pretty badly.

- Rutile couldn't perform fast enough for Dia to go on patrol since there were others who were injured.

- So Bort went in her place.

- Bort expected you to be useless. Only being able to do a bit of damage.

- But H O L Y  S H I T

- When he saw you absolutely dominate Lunarian ass. You could say he was inspired. When he was the most recent gem the first others in his life was Dia and Yellow. He didn't spend much time with Yellow so Dia was mostly his only influence.

- Unfortunately with his attitude, Bort never appreciates Dia's attempts.

- Then there was you.

- Ever since your first pairing Bort has been asking Kogo-Sensei t pair with you often.

- Bort says it's because he wants to train under you. Since he was still a bit new t the world and Kogo-Sensei agreed. 

- Of course, Kogo-Sensei knew the signs. He was impressed that the Lustrous have been able to figure out those emotions. He thought that the Lustrous have only been able to feel normal emotions. But not deeper ones. So he's been allowing  Bort to pair as many times as he wants with Reader/Aquamarine.

- Thus, months turned to years.

- You and Bort have gotten closer

- And by that I mean Bort has been silently admiring you while you're trying to deny everything.

- Bort has been trying to be more like you. Quiet and calm, graceful while fighting, strong, powerful, not showing weakness to anyone.

- And you noticed his change in demeanour.

- You must admit when you first met you thought he was going to be an annoying prick. Like how Lapiz Lazuli was. but he wasn't. 

- He merely just ignored you and you ignored him.

- But after fighting side by side for so long you started to feel... excited, whenever the both of you would change partners just to team up. of course, you never showed it since you'd be too embarrassed to.

- Now, since he was unknown to most things and Dia and Yellow were his first partners there were many things he didn't know of. 

- And you were the one to show him true pain. 

- The pains of watching a gem being taken away.

- That was with one of your best friends, Blue Topaz. That day turned you from a humble, calm gem. Into an internally emotional train wreck. With more anger issues.

- You've witnessed many gems getting taken but Blue Topaz has got the be the most influential on you... and Bort.

- Bort was terrified for you and the others after that. Ever since he saw Blue Topaz get shattered before him, and then taken away forever he's been scared about you. Of course, he tries not to show it.

- Ever since that he's been trying his hardest to get stronger in order to protect the others.

- And then after many years Phosphophyllite came into the world.

- This upset Bort for more reasons than he can count.

- Phos is one of the lowest hardness gems and is practically useless in everything. But for some reason, Reader/Aquamarine finds that uselessness "cute"

- Thus began the hatred for the mint green gem.

- Phos on the other hand, was completely oblivious to the hateful stalker stares that Bort was giving him.

- But that didn't matter to him if others hated him. He has a super cool, humble, awesome, strong, quiet, supportive big brother after all!

- The entirety of his life, Phos has been babysat by Reader/Aquamarine... Probably because they almost look alike. The only difference is that Reader/Aquamarine is more on the blue side with a Hardness of 8 [And is taller]. While Phosphophyllite was more on the green side with a hardness of 3.5 [And is hella short].

- But that just made Phos feel that much more loved. He truly does see Reader/Aquamarine as his older brother.

- During all his hardships, Reader/Aquamarine was always there for him. Whenever he gets shattered, destroyed, or feels like he's about to give up. Reader/Aquamarine was there to get him out of dark times.

- Then there was the time Bort teamed up with Phos.

- Bort has been keeping all the anger and jealousy that has been directed to Phos and when they got to the cliffside for duty it took everything in Bort's crystallized body to not shatter Phosphophyllite right then and there.

- But Bort kept himself restrained because he knew that if he shattered Phosphophyllite then Aqua would not only scold him, but hate him.

- Bort didn't want to lose him so he made up reasons to hate Phosphophyllite.

- Then there was hibernation. Hibernation has got to be Bort's favourite time of the year. Because each time Bort gets to sleep besides Reader/Aquamarine.

- Both of them didn't mind each other's company though.

- And when they woke up Phosphophyllite has changed again. Golden arms.

- Reader/Aquamarine was especially worried since Phos's personality had changed.

- Then there was the news about Antarc.

- Reader/Aquamarine wasn't close to him but after hearing Phos's explanation He knew that Phos cared about the winter gem.

- This pissed off Bort more. And then there was chaos. While Phos got examined by Rutile, Bort kept trying to lift up Aqua's mood. Only to be pushed away and yelled at. [Reader/Aquamarine actually just got too flustered and didn't know how to respond]

- When Bort was pushed away he was jealous and angry again. So he went after Phos again. Trying to test him because of his arms.

- After that, Phos didn't interact with Reader/Aquamarine that much. [Due to Bort's sabotage >:)]

- It was alright though... time went on...

- Until...

{Your POV}

~~~~~

"Sensei! Lunarians!"

I turned around to see Benito running toward Bort and I. "Benito! What kind!" I yelled. "It's the old type but Phossy and Cairngorm are having trouble!" I went wide-eyed and gave Bort a glance. I then looked back at Bort in worry. "Let's go." Bort nodded and we ran off, but when we got there...

"That was Cairngorm!" I grit my teeth "Where's Phos!?" We got closer and closer.

But Phos wasn't there. I looked up at the Lunarians and got close to the cliff as possible. "Phos?!"

"PHOS!!"

I was very close to throwing my sword but Bort held my hand, telling me not to. I just glared at the disappearing cloud. "We're... too late. let's get back." I felt Bort's gloved hand pat my shoulder and I just snarled, feeling angry at the Lunarians.

I turned around, accidentally shoving Bort's hand off and walked away.

{Bort's POV}

~~~~~

It's been a few days since Phosphophyllite has been captured. Aqua's mental stability has been getting worse lately. I've tried my best to help him out but he would either push me away and yell or stay quiet and leave. I've been getting worried more and more. With this mindset, I know for a fact that he was going to get himself shattered.

And that honestly scared the hell out of me.

I saw him sitting beside the water so I approached behind him. "...Aqua..?" I started. He didn't speak. I was going to sit down beside him but then sighed. If I did he'd get up and leave again. So I just stood behind him. Aqua continued to stare at the water. I wanted to help him, I really did.

This was the second time he's lost someone of great importance after all. Blue Topaz... now that dolt... I just stared at Aqua's back who looked more sad now. I didn't like seeing him like that.

"*GASP* SENSEI!! SENSEI!!"

I looked up, and so did Aquamarine.

"Hemi..?" Aqua questioned. Hemimorphite stopped at us. "BORT! AQUA! A-A NEW TYPE! PHOSSY! UPSIDEDOWN BLACK SPOT!!" Aqua gasped and shot up, surprising me. "What was that second part?" "W-We saw something Phossy by the beach!" Without warning Aqua ran off. "Dame! Hemi- Go inform Sensei!" I ordered before running after Aquamarine.

He always does this to the gems he cares about most.

We made it to the beach and... Hemi was right. The Lunarians were bringing up a gem that really did look like Phos. Since I was further away, I couldn't react but Aqua did. He jumped up and unsheathed his sword, swinging it at the new Lunarian

But then he got knocked back. I growled and ran forward, catching him so that he didn't fall into the sand. "A-Aquamarine! Bort!" I heard one of the younger gems cry. The new Lunarian swung again. But both me and Aqua were able to dodge. "Waahh! Bort! We're sorry!" "Aqua! Behind it!" "It's Phossy!"

"We know!" Aqua and I yelled. Then we charged again when we saw Phos almost getting captured for the second time. I slid under the Lunarian's legs while Aqua jumped over it, using its head to jump up and was able to grab Phos by his loose, extended, golden arms. While I felt myself getting pulled by my "hair" it didn't hurt much. All of a sudden, the Lunariens disintegrated.

Sensei was here...

{Your POV}

~~~~~

I held Phos tightly as we fell into the water. I didn't care if I was starting to shatter due to the touch.

Phos Was Back!

Someone actually came back to me. "Phos?" I questioned as I helped him up in the water. "Hmmm..." Then I heard the younger gems speak, "Sensei! Phossy! It's a Phossy thing!" "Sensei look! It's Phos isn't it?!"

That's when I noticed something. "Phos... That eye." I mentioned. To my surprise, Phos looked away. I gave a hurt expression and then walked to Bort's side while Phos talked to Sensei. "Oi..." I looked at Bort, asking what. "That was really cool. But don't do stuff like that. You're worrying me." I felt myself feeling weird again and looked away. "I-I'm content! Phos is here after all! And from the moon no less.

"Sure... Let's get back to the school." I nodded. We all started to walk back, the younger gems asking Phos questions while Bort and I walked in (stupidly comfortable) silence.

Now, when we reached school I wanted nothing more than to spend my time with Phos. But Bort held me back, saying that the others will be curious and will bombard Phos with questions and that it'll be easier to ask him later. I wanted to protest against it but after remembering how the younger gems reacted. "*Sigh* Fine... I'll... talk to him later." Bort pat my back, smiling at me before walking off and I covered my face with my hands in embarrassment. "That stupid, adorable, reliable diamond relative!" I whisper-yelled.

[Timeskip ~ Night]

Finally, it's nighttime. I walked out of my room and started to roam. But he wasn't in his room. I searched a bit more but I didn't find him. I groaned in annoyance and then walked into the clinic. "Hey. Rutile." "Hello, Aquamarine. What brings you here at this time?" I leaned on the wall and sighed. "Have you seen Phos? I need to talk to 'em." I saw Rutile bite his lower lip and glare at the ground. "I believe he went back to his room." I thanked him and then ran over to Phos's room. Only to see him sleeping.

I sighed in disappointment. "I guess I'll just ask tomorrow..."

[Timeskip ~ The next day]

"Aaaaaqqqqquuuuuaaaa~~~♪"

I felt my cheek getting poked and I shot up, "Hihi~ Good afternoon big brother~" I sat there, shocked. But then flew out of my bed and hugged the gem in front of me. "*Tch* Dummy- How long have you been watching me sleep?" Phos just laughed. "I'm sorry. I actually just got here. Buuuut- It's already past noon." *Gah!* I sweatdropped and looked outside. He was right, it was past noon. I sulked at that.

"Can I sit down?" I nodded at Phos and he sat down on my bed. "So... anything you wanna ask?" I looked down. Not being able to look him in the eye. "Did you... get hurt on the moon?" I heard Phos mumble yes and I felt guilty. Not being able to get to the beach fast enough to help him. "Hey now- I remember that face. Don't do that." I felt Phos pat my back and I smiled back at his supportiveness. "Anything else you wanna ask?"

{Bort's POV}

~~~~~

"Just what happened on the moon?" I froze and didn't take another step. Just so that Phos and Aqua didn't see me. I looked around if anyone would see me but the halls were empty so I stood closer to the doorway to eavesdrop. I know I shouldn't but... "...A lot of things happened." I was shocked to hear that. Based on what the others told me, Phos didn't remember anything.

"I'm going to be honest with you since you're like my brother but you have to promise not to tell anyone." I hear Aqua hum in response. That's when everything came out. Phos PLANNED to get captured to talk to the Lunarians, Sensei was a tool created by humans, all the technology the moon had in their grasps... and the other gems.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. But what came next genuinely made me want to shatter him and made me wish that he stayed on the moon.

"Aquamarine... Come back to the moon with me and some of the others."

"...What..?"

Phos then started to go on and on about how the moon actually was. How nice the Lunarians actually were. How sensei was a bad guy. How everyone would be happier. How he and Aqua would be happier on the moon. 

I got even more pissed off. There is no way that I'm going to let this happen. I swore on my life, when I saw the look of horror on Aqua's face when Blue Topaz got taken that I would protect him. Going back on the moon would just bring more pain to Aquamarine! After what Phos has just revealed about the other gems why would Aqua say yes!? Would he say yes?!

I stood outside the room and felt myself shaking as Phos continued to gaslight Aqua into convincing him to join him and the other gems. "So... what do you say?" I heard Aqua sigh. His breath sounded shakey and there was nothing I wanted to do more than run up and comfort him. "If you're being honest I might as well be too... I want to go to a place without Bort."

I felt something inside me shatter.

"Huh? Why? Don't you... like him?"

Then that something re-pieced itself.

"That's correct. He's always so worried about me. Protective, cute, sweet, and strong, he idolized me... I don't deserve it." I just looked at the floor. "Our entire lives I've just been pushing him away. Being mean, being harsh. Just... being absolute trash. Bort deserves someone who will treat him right. And I know that I won't be fit for the job." Aquamarine... please... don't say that.

"Are... you sure? You've... what was that word? Loved? Yes. You've loved him for a long time. Are you sure you're willing to let someone else snatch him up like that?" I heard Aqua laugh. "As long as they make Bort happy then I don't care. He's done so much for me. And all I've done was push him away, yell, scream, and... *Deep sigh*"

I saw something on the floor and I felt my eyes get blurry. I blinked twice and held a hand up to them. And when I looked at my hand there it was. "Alloy..?" Not. It's not alloy. It's something else. But it was some sort of black liquid.

"I'll let you think about it. I'll see you in the morning Aqua."

I heard Phos get up from Aqua's bed and I ran off as silently as I can.

[Haha- Lol stopping here Like if ya want a pt. 2 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

[In all honesty, my train of thought derailed]

[Hope I did well ;w;]

#land of the lustrous #lotl #Lotl X Reader #Bort X Reader #moon #lunarian #aquamarine #Aquamarine Reader #Gem Reader #request #x reader #anime #lotl Bort X Reader #diamond #angst #tw gaslighting #manipulation #anime x reader

[gaysindistress]

Soldat - one

summary: After finally settling down in Louisiana with Sam, Bucky thinks he’s finally free. Unbeknownst to him, there’s an organization who’s mission is take out all enhanced individuals and he’s their next target

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (code name is Elv)

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, angst, guns, violence,

word count: 2.3k

Series masterlist

translations: they all come from google so if they’re wrong, please let me know!

Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte: Rest will come when evil is gone

dejevler: devils

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

Snowflakes flutter down around her hidden form in the tree stand, her cold breath creating a fog in front of her as she steadies her breath and looks through the scope. The target hasn’t moved from his table in the last fifteen minutes, making their job easier and boring. The goal is to take the man out with one shot and slip away without being seen. Off to her side in another tree is one of her partners, the other sitting in the café to keep a close eye on their target. Each woman acts in parallel, never making a move without the others and all maintain the same patterns as if one machine. 

“Elv are you in position?” crackles through her ear piece. 

“Yes,” she mutters back.

“Five seconds until go.”

5

She takes a deep breath. 

4

Her heart rate slows to a steady pace. 

3

One eye closes to focus on the target through her scope. 

2

Her finger gets ready to squeeze the trigger. 

1

The target crumbles to the ground as the barrel smokes through the white landscape. 

She slips the gun back through her hiding spot as the cafe’s inhabitants start to create chaos. Slinging the gun across her back, she descends down the tree as her partner does the same. Their boots hit the ground as the third leaves the café. All three move in step together as they walk to their vehicle amongst the chaos of people running for help. The car doors slam shut once the sirens start to race down the street. Engine roaring to life, they speed off away from the scene as the shooter takes off her weapon and replaces it in the case that lays in the trunk. 

As if one mind, the women remove their beanies and masks, uniform braids dropping against their tactile vest clad shoulders. If someone were to look in their car, they would think the trio were one person mirrored three times with how in sync they are and uniform their outfits are. Their organization, the Voktere, preferred it that way; no difference between each member. Difference led to conflict and they reserved their conflict for their enemies. 

“We have a new target,” the passenger announces. 

“Already?” the shooter says as she finishes putting the gun away, locks clicking into place to ensure a secure closure. 

“Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte,” the driver recites effortlessly. 

“Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte,” the shooter repeats along with the passenger before posing another question, “Who is it?”

“The Winter Soldier.”

“The Winter Soldier?” the shooter parrots, settling into the backseat with her gloved hands tucked into the sides of her vest. 

“It’s an American enhanced soldier. It was taken by Hydra during the 40s and turned into a walking weapon however it was freed maybe ten years ago. We haven’t been able to get a secure location until recently. Our new intel points to Louisiana as its current location; it looks like the target has finally settled down so now is our chance to take it out.”

The shooter slowly nods her along with the information, taking it all in as she preps a mental plan for the best way to achieve their objection. The women in the front continue on their conversation, rattling off facts about the target as they do at the start of every mission. The Voktere are thorough with their investigations, gathering every piece of intel that could be useful from the appearance of the target to their medical history to find physical weaknesses. This target is slightly unusual however; the enhancing serum and prosthetic arm giving him an advantage they haven’t been up against before. 

“When do we leave?”

The passenger answers over her shoulder, “We’ll have two hours after we arrive at hq. They want us in America ASAP just in case the target takes off again.”

“And who is coming?”

“The three of us.”

“Good,” the shooter sinks back to rest her head against the seat as she speaks again, “No Fjell.”

“Fjell is a good fighter. You’d be lucky to have her on your team, Elv,” the driver chides.

Elv, the shooter, rolls her eyes and closes them to take a nap so she doesn’t have to keep listening to the two women fawn over the famed Fjell, who is every bit of her name; a tall standing mountainous woman who has a habit of sabotaging Elv when they’re on missions together. The other two women do persist in their lecture but she tones it out, praying for sleep to overcome her so she doesn’t have to endure the nonsense they are spewing. 

She is awoken by the slowing of the vehicle as it comes to a stop in front of a metal gate. Confirmations of their identities are made by the gatekeeper, another Voktere member, and she waves the car forward as she buzzes the gate open. The familiar driveway is covered in tall and looming trees to provide aerial coverage from anyone who might attempt to spy on them. The concrete compound comes into view from beyond the trees as the car rolls closer. Their headquarters is designed to look like an abandoned boat shed however inside an entire training and living facility is housed. 

Elv sits back in her seat when she spots their commander standing at the front doors, file in hand and waiting for their arrival. The car stops and the three women file out, weapon cases in hand as they cite their motto in greeting to their commander. 

“Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte,” the four women say in unison before the commander starts speaking, “Good work with the last target; quick and efficient. The next target will require the same level of work, perhaps more. It is more skilled and stronger than previous targets. Given its enhanced status, Fjell and her team will be on stand by if needed. Both teams will travel to Louisiana and work together but yours will be one sent in for the final objective.”

Elv hides the wrinkling of her nose at the mention of Fjell’s team joining them. Of course the brute of a woman would be joining them and if Elv’s team isn’t careful, Fjell would take over the mission and claim the win. The commander, an older woman with her rich, dark hair arranged in a tight braid, spots the sign of disgust and gives her a sharp look. 

“Something the matter, Soldat Elv?”

“Nothing, Kommandør Eik,” Elv’s body straightens at being directly addressed. 

Kommandør Eik’s dark eyes flicker down her body to assess her soldier's stance before meeting eyes again and nodding to release Elv. She hands the file to the driver as she leads the women into the compound. 

“This contains everything you’ll need for the mission. You’ll have three days once you land in America. Here,” she points to the page the driver has opened to, “is the photo of the target. I suggest all three of you make an execution plan, this target will not go down easily, which is why Fjell will be on standby waiting for your signal. Do not let the target see you or otherwise know of your existence. Its ability to take out entire teams single handedly is well documented. Your best chance will be to conduct a covert operation so it has no time to plan an escape.”

The heavy boots fall in step with each other as the sounds ricochet off the concrete and steel walls. As they make their way into the main room of the compound, Fjell and her team come into view as they’re preparing for their departure. Scattered across steel tables are various weapons and necessary tools ranging from small hideable knives to guns of various sizes. Fjell is ordering her team around, telling them what needs to be packed and what can stay while her thick brows furrowed in concentration. A sly smile falls upon her freckled face when she spots the incoming women. 

“Bregne, Selje, Elv,” she addresses the driver, passenger, and shooter respectively as she jumps down from the table she was standing on. The harsh light of the room does nothing to hide the contempt she has for them in her cruel light eyes. She stops short of the commander to recite the motto and begins explaining that her team is almost ready for departure. 

“We have almost finished our preparations. We’ll be ready within the hour.”

Kommandør Eik nods in appreciation then turns to the three women at her side, “I told you that you’d have two hours but it’ll be one hour instead. We have no time to waste.” 

She recites the motto then spins on her heel to leave the two teams to discuss their mission. Fjell smirks at the three as Kommandør Eik exits, arms crossed over her chest. 

“I think we should get it over now; you’re going to need my team. You’re not going to be able to handle the target on your own.”

Bregne, the white blonde driver, scoffs at her statement, “We are perfectly capable of handling this alone. Kommandør Eik is only sending you in as well because you complain about never having hard enough missions.”

“Or she doesn’t think you can do it. We’ll see who comes out of this in one piece,” she taunts, eyeing the trio and turning back to her team to order them to go back to their living quarters to get their personal belongings together, “You better go. We leave in 50 minutes.”

Selje shakes her head at the display of dominance, the action letting a few loose curls fall from her once taunt braid, “Maybe we should call her in and let the target dispatch her so we don’t have to deal with her insufferable attitude anymore.”

The suggestion earns her a hit to the arm from Bregne and a lecture about how, even if they can’t stand Fjell, she is still a Voktere and wishing for her death or injury is strictly against their code. Harm shall only be wished against the evil in the world; evil like their target. 

“Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte,” as their motto goes. 

Rest will come when evil is gone

From the moment they are born, they are told stories of how the djevler, those with unnatural abilities, are created to destroy this world. They are taught of the different kinds of djevler, some born and others made, and how to eradicate them for the good of humanity. Djevler are not human and should not be treated as such, they are animals, demons, and devils. They are referred to as targets because they’re the targets of their mission to erase them. While their mission is usually one they do not take part in for others, they will take on targets given to them from outside sources. Most of their targets are found by the Voktere themselves however the Winter Soldier is one that was given to them. 

Kommandør Eik had received an anonymous package that contained a letter about the enhanced individual and how vital it was that the Voktere make it their next target. Also included was a picture and coordinates for its current location. Considering how violent this individual seemed to be, it made the most sense that Elv, Bregne, and Selje be the assigned team. They worked exceptionally well together and had the highest success rate while assigned together. Fjell and her team, on the other hand, were more experienced with enhanced targets hence why they had also been assigned. They had just returned from an assignment that targeted the newly appointed Captain America, John Walker. The two teams’ rivalry hadn’t gone unnoticed by Kommandør Eik, however she had hoped that appointing them to the same mission would bring them together. If anything they could enjoy their success and ensuing celebration as one and maybe put whatever grievance they had aside. 

Her wish may be just that; a wishful thought because the current tension in the plane is so thick, you wouldn’t be able to see through it if it were fog. With her team beside her, Fjell sits across from Bregne, icy eyes staring daggers into her as she plans how she can insert her team into this mission and bench the other team. Selje and Elv are taking a nap, hands holding onto their chest straps and heads lolled forward. Kommandør Eik would lecture them about it if she were here however she is not and their captain Bregne does not care. She would be sleeping herself if the conniving Fjell wasn’t attempting to kill her with one glance. 

“What’s the plan when we drop in?” She asks with malicious lacing her voice. 

“Scout the last known location and find vantage points. From there I’ll assess the best plan of action. I will have you waiting close by if things go south but do not make a move without my cue. It’s been made very clear that this target is extremely skilled and deadly so any mistake could be disastrous.” 

“Wouldn’t it be wiser for us all to be in action?” 

“No,” the plane rocks with turbulence, waking the two girls and pausing Bregne before she starts again, “it’ll be too many people, too many factors to account for. The three of us know how the others inside and out. It’ll be easier to call for backup than relocate the target.” 

The co-pilot makes an appearance at the door leading to the cockpit to tell the teams they’re about to land and to prepare for immediate unloading. 

Fjell whispers one last warning to her as she leans forward, “We both know only of our teams is going to make it out alive and when it’s mine that does, I’ll be the one to tell Kommandør Eik how you folded under the pressure, unable to be a true Voktere.” 

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #soldat bucky barnes #marvel imagine #marvel #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes reader insert

[vewyscawywriting]

Boundless Pleasure

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Unbound Thresh x F!Summoner!Reader

Wordcount: 4021 words

Tags: Edging/orgasm delay, overstimulation

Summary: You sneak off with Thresh and experience a night at the inn. It goes different than what you expected as Thresh is playing annoying games once again.

Summoners weren't allowed outside of the Rift or the Summoner building, but when Thresh himself had allowed you to come with him as long as you didn't interfere or annoy him, how could you possibly stay in your room. You were sure if the Institute were to find out punishment would be worse than just a simple ban, but your disguise was perfect, and as long as Thresh knew what he was doing you'd be fine. Surely. You had escaped punishment with your outing with Draven as well, so you weren't too scared.

You took a carriage through a city somewhere in Noxus, sitting quietly opposite Thresh, who didn't pay you any attention, just scheming by himself, so you decided to look outside the window. The view was... quite something. Even though you took the backstreets, you could clearly see the Immortal Bastion towering over all the buildings. Just the fact that you, a Summoner, were in Noxus right now was quite overwhelming. The sudden halt of the carriage made you fall forward, right on top of Thresh, who immediately looked down on you with one raised eyebrow. Well, fuck you sideways. 

"I'm so-"

"Always so clumsy. I can't understand how someone can live like this, but this quite explains some actions on the Rift." he said with a sigh, not helping you up, but not pushing you off as well. You tried to get up quickly, face heating up at the notice of your position on his lap, and as the horses that drew the carriage stepped forward another step, the carriage jerked, making you fall back down again. You groaned. Whyyyyy...

"Now, we don't have all day. I'm sure they'll have a room for us in this inn where you can throw yourself in my lap if you really can't help yourself."

You finally got up, indignant. Brushing imaginary dust off yourself you straightened your cloak before you very carefully got out of the carriage, making sure not to do something stupid again.

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Bort, the poor man. You felt for him, truly! However, your promise to Thresh had made sure you couldn't really say a word to him, either in warning or to comfort. You could only try to convey things with your gaze, but the cursed man never looked in anyone's eye. Honestly it was for the best, just observing what the sadistic wraith would do was better than any movie. 

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The door closed with a soft click behind the two of you, a silence falling over the room as you awkwardly walked towards one of the single beds in the room. 

"You're gonna kill them all, aren't you?" you asked the man who stood still in the room, a brooding look on his face.

"Oh, of course," he said as he finally faced you, chuckling, "It's what they deserve."

"And even if it wasn't, you'd still do it, of course."

"Of course."

His eyes glowed with a strange light as he looked at you, excitement, bloodlust, sadism, you could read it all, and you shivered. You recognised that lust was probably not what you should be feeling at this time, but damn if you weren't turned on right now. 

As a matter of fact you had been quite... affected all evening. You liked Thresh a lot when he was still in his true form, but now that he had chosen this more human appearance, you liked him differently. Where before the only thing that could be understood from his skeletal expression was sadistic pleasure, there was so much more to be gleaned from his new human face. And fuck if it wasn't a handsome face as well! 

"Does that make you feel sad, Summoner?" he asked, as if you weren't actively anticipating what he'd do. Somewhere in your mind you realized you should feel bad about all these people dying to him, but you somehow couldn't emulate the feeling. You decided it had to do with that you were a Summoner, not an active participant in this world, just an observer. And not because your morals had become quite skewed. No, you had morals damn it, you were a good person... maybe.

"No." You told him honestly, "Not really. Honestly, I like to observe you in your element, so to speak." Damn, you were really honest, huh. Then again, these were your true feelings, and why would you hide them? After all, it's not like you didn't have sex with Thresh before, so you could afford to be a little open with your feelings. Probably.

Especially if you wanted to get laid again tonight. And this time he'd be in his unbound form. You couldn't help a small moan escaping you at the thought, and of course he heard it, closing the distance between you in a couple of his large strides. 

"You're quite desperate aren't you? Well, I suppose I can indulge you for a couple of hours." 

"Don't ask me to beg," you whispered as you were pushed down onto the slightly uncomfortable bed, memories of last time resurging in your mind, and you really didn't want to go through that whole power play ordeal again.

"I've already given up on your compliance, Y/N." he said with a sigh, pinning your hands above your head with one hand. He was, of course, still in control. You'd get him under you one day, for sure. But not now, not yet.

His hands were under your robes, mapping your body, and you sighed as you opened yourself to him. His gaze promised pleasure and pain, but you were accepting of it all if it came from him. Blunted nails dragged down your skin, down to your jeans that he swiftly unbuttoned. There was too much fabric between you and him, the cloak you had worn to hide your features lay discarded, but both of you were still dressed, and that was just no good. Your hands seemed to have a mind of their own, pulling at his coat, which he shrugged off as he kissed you forcefully. Breath became scarce, but he did not pull back as he slowly, oh so slowly, undressed you fully. The moment he finally pulled away, a wicked smile on his thin lips, you gasped out for air as if you were drowning just moments before. 

His fingers were on your thighs, holding you down with bruising strength, but you wished his fingers were elsewhere. You were throbbing under him, trying to invite him to you with your body, and he moved his head down, nosing your crotch. 

"Fuck," you cursed, the stimulation driving you insane as you heard him chuckle at your desperate reaction. 

"Still struggling with patience, I see," he said, chuckling more at your response to his hot breath hitting your weeping slit. "You have to learn, dear summoner, that all good comes to those who wait." 

"I am waiting," you ground out, "I am waiting very patiently right now for you to shut up and eat me out already." 

One of his eyebrows raised as he stroked your thigh gently before biting down on the tender flesh, making you yelp out. His thin fingers went back to stroking the irritated spot afterwards as you cursed and groaned at him. "There, there," he coo-ed, one finger running up your lips as you were held down from bucking up by his hand on your hips, nails digging into your skin as you couldn't stop yourself from trying. "Very soft and so very mouthy. I could break you with my pinky." 

You couldn't stop the words from tumbling from your mouth. "Then put those fingers of yours to use and make me fall apart, Thresh." This man was going to tease you to death, you were sure of it. A chuckle was your reply as he eased his pinky finger inside of you. 

"Well, is this what you wanted then?" He purred, knowing that there was no way you'd be satisfied with just that. "I'm not hearing  a thank you." 

"Oh, go to hell." 

"Already been there, dear summoner," he purred against your skin, moving up to bite at your stomach as you tried to keep your noises down. His voice dropped further to a threatening timbre and you shivered against your will. "And I'm willing to show you what it's like-" 

You barely had time to register those words as he suddenly stopped with a snarl, turning towards the door and freezing in his movements. You were about to ask him why he stopped, but before you could the door swung open violently. Two burly men stepped inside, followed by a woman skittishly looking around and closing the door behind her before checking the hallway one last time. 

A condescending whistle came from one of the men as Thresh slowly got up, turning their way as you scrambled to hide your naked body from their eyes. Luckily he had only taken off his coat, and he was free to face the two men that had invaded your privacy. 

"To what do we... owe this pleasure," Thresh said, voice low, but a smile was on his face, and it was slowly dawning on you that he had hoped for something to happen. Maybe not in the middle of your lovemaking, but the way his hands twitched by his side as if reaching for his hook and lantern told you he was waiting for them to make a move so he could pounce on his prey. 

"We saw something real interesting at dinner tonight," one started as he cleaned his nails with a large gleaming knife, "Didn't we, fellas?" He turned to the other man who chuckled, showing his own weapon as even the woman glanced their way and cracked a smile, before hissing a "hurry up" at them. 

"And what would that possibly be?" Thresh's voice was melodious as usual, but the edge of danger in his words made you shiver. His eyes were on them like the eyes of a predator on a prey, despite the fact that it was 2 vs 1, and it didn't seem like he had any weapons on him. 

"Don't play dumb, man," the second guy said, stepping to the left as the other guy stepped to the right, surrounding the warden who seemed unperturbed. "You're in the outskirts of Noxus, we don't go around giving golden coins out to random inn workers. No one unless they're not native and filthy rich. So hand over all your money old man." 

Thresh seemed to narrow his eyes at the mention of him being an old man, but it seemed to be out of humor rather than offence. A chuckle escaped him as he replied: "You're right, I am old, and I am not from around here... but had you known exactly what it is I am you would not have come inside this room so brazenly. It's honestly quite refreshing." The smile disappeared from his face. "However, you came at a very unfortunate time, as you can see. I am in a good mood, though, and I'm going to give you a chance to walk away." 

This was met with laughter from the men and another hiss from the woman telling them to stop playing around and just get the money before someone would come. 

"No one's gonna come," one man replied, "No one cares about a foreigner like this. He's only good for the money in his pocket... which will be ours soon. Now hand over all your money quickly before we hurt you, and no more playing big in front of your whore. We all know you don't mean it." At this statement you made an indignant sound, a "You wouldn't let those ugly pieces of shit insult us like that, would you?" on your lips, but before you could utter the sentence everything seemed to explode into action. 

The two men jumped forward with ill intent, weapons gleaming in the light of the candles and oil lamps, moving ever so quickly closer to Thresh' exposed neck who seemed to stand perfectly still. 

"Just kill him!" The woman snarled from the doorway, seemingly out of patience, and as the men did just that the sound of metal slashing and a loud gasp filled the room. You hadn't averted your eyes, not even for a second as you saw what happened almost in slowmotion. Thresh had stood still, taking the attack head on without moving an inch. And the blades had moved almost simultaneously, swiftly ridding Thresh of his precious head... or so they'd thought. At the realisation that the weapons had moved straight through his neck without any resistance the two men paled, moving in for the kill again and again as a low chuckle, barely even heard over the sound of the weapons clashing together, slowly rose in crescendo until a loud, cruel laugh was all that filled the room. 

"Oh, you are so dead." You muttered from the bed, seeing Thresh transform into his true form in front of your eyes, and knowing what the fate would be of the people in front of you.

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"Dear Bort, there's life... there's death... and there's me," Thresh cruel voice came from the end of the hallway where he talked to the poor worker that had been bullied so intensely before. You could not see the warden's face from your place in the doorway, but the way his voice lowered to an almost threatening purr made an image of the man's expression spring into your mind all the same. Bort was the only one remaining after Thresh' killing spree, and you were glad for it. Unsure about his future under Thresh thum, but it would probably not be worse than the life he was used to... probably. It's not like he really had a choice.

A wry smile was on your face and you felt your heart squeeze painfully as you heard him agree, seeing Thresh transform his soul in front of you.

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And back you were inside of the carriage. Now drawn by ghost humans instead of horses, but you didn't dwell too long on it, hearing Bort laugh and have a good time from his new place as the coachman. Thresh didn't even think about spending the night in the inn now that he was done with his business there, but as you sighed for the umpteenth time he finally addressed the issue of your... well, coitus interruptus. 

"I am quite satisfied," he said, the grin on his face as big as the moment he'd left the inn, and you gaped at him.

 "Well, I'm not!" Was your indignant reply, and honestly, there was no way he was either. He seemed pleased enough, judging by the expression on his face, but there was something down there that still required attention. You were sitting so close together in the carriage, your knees practically touching, and if you reached out just slightly... so that's what you did. A sly, tentative hand reached out for his thighs, the touch so soft and quick you saw his eyelids flutter just slightly at the feeling. You didn't voice that you knew he was lying, but moved your hand to his crotch where you found him very unsatisfied still. A small sound escaped you as your other hand joined your first, enjoying the texture of his pants under your fingertips as you ghosted your digits over his still throbbing erection. Your hornyness had died down a little, but came back full blown at the sigh that came from him as he opened his legs further for you.

You were thinking it was time to return the favour for him teasing you so much earlier. Deft fingers made quick work of his pants, and he didn't stop you from undressing his lower half entirely. His dick, almost strangely human now that he was in his disguise, was like you remembered it, except less... glowy and green. Without hesitation you ran a finger across the length of it, following a prominent vein from balls to tip, eyes on his face as he gave no overt outward reaction of his pleasure. But the way you noticed his eyes lose focus was enough of a tell for you to continue your ministrations. A finger became two, until you had your entire hand wrapped around the base, slowly moving up and down as you kept your eyes on his face. Pleasure soon enough made way for frustration as you kept up the snails pace, a grin growing on your face with every slow, gentle pump. 

"I see." He said as he opened his eyes. "This is payback, hm?" 

"Exactly," you replied, a teasing lilt to your voice as you tried to maintain your slow pace. You were absolutely soaked meanwhile, but you hoped you hid it well. If he realised how much you wanted him he'd take advantage of it. Your pink tongue peeked out to wet your lower lip, and you saw his eyes focus on it instantly. The grin on your face widened, as you slowly moved in to give a small kitten lick to the tip of his leaking member. 

He actually groaned your name at this, and you felt yourself practically leak a puddle on the floor. If you weren't fully dressed again you might have done exactly that, but now all you did was make an uncomfortable wetness spread in your panties, ruining the fabric and chafing your skin. You held strong though, moving in to lick the tip again before moving on to the vein you had so lovingly traced earlier. He twitched, and globs of precum dribbled along the shaft for you to lick up. His knuckles were white as he held tight to the seat, but his patience was running low.

"Enough," he suddenly barked, grabbing your hair tightly in a fist, pulling you up to his face and gritting out: "Your mouth or your cunt, which one?" 

Your eyes widened at this, but your mouth was faster than your brain when you cried out: "Fuck me stupid already! I've been dripping since that fucking inn!"

Barely realising you said this quite loudly and Bort had let out a small yelp from the other side of the carriage walls before minding his own business quite quickly, you were quickly manhandled onto Thresh's seat as he reversed your positions. This time you were undressed much more quickly than earlier though, while you only managed to get his coat off, again. He was already bare to you though, and the way he rubbed himself against your thighs and pussy lips was driving you crazy. 

"You weren't lying about being soaked." He commented between devouring your lips, "All this from some playing around at the inn and then servicing me?"

No response was given as you'd rather put your energy and focus into kissing back and wrapping your legs around his narrow hips, pulling him closer. He rubbed against your lips one more time, head catching on your clit as you mewled out for him to put it in, which he did. With a firm thrust he was all the way in and you gasped out with no sound, eyes unfocused as you took in his entire length. The speed and bumps of the carriage still speeding through the streets of Noxus made sure neither of you was able to stay still for long, the vibrations running through you both, intensifying the feeling as he started moving, grunting in your ear how fucking tight you always managed to be. He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting in harshly, pummelling inside of you as if his life depended on making you break. Unable to stay quiet, noises tumbled from your mouth until he covered your mouth with his hand. "Now we don't want the entirely of Noxus to hear what we're doing in here, would we?" He purred at you, punctuating his words with hard thrusts that made you see stars. "Violating Bort's ears is more than enough." Groaning you realised you could never face the man after this without feeling extremely embarrassed, but it was too late now. You tried to keep quiet, you really did, but even with his hand covering your mouth you were louder than you wanted to be, and you saw him sneer with every moan or high pitched mewl that escaped you. 

"Poor little soul," he purred, a little sigh escaping him as you tightened after a particularly well placed and powerful thrust, "Look at you, completely at my mercy and so, so drunk for me." His thrusts slowed a little as a devious plan formed into his brain. "Think you can hold out until we reach our destination?" 

The words registered slowly. "No please, I'm so close, we've waited so long already-" you cried out against his hand, but he wouldn't take no for an answer, slowing his thrusts significantly as your pleas were silenced by him. You had been so close, so close to release, and he took it from you swiftly, as you felt the burn inside of your core dim to smouldering embers. He finally removed his hand, and you took this to tell him how much of a piece of work he was. He took it with a sharp thrust that had you shut up quite quickly, stoking the flames inside of you ever so often as you climbed to your orgasm only to have him withhold it from you. Tears were starting to leak from your eyes, against your will, but you were just so frustrated, and you had been so close. Unsure if you were even able to orgasm at all after all the edging, his thrusting almost bordering on overstimulating now that your orgasm was ruined so many times. 

"How... far..."  you cried out, shivering against him as he chuckled and wiped away the tears from your cheeks with deceptive care. 

"Not very far, sweet soul. Hold on for me, will you?" 

You wouldn't be surprised if he just had Bort ride forever at this point; there was no destination, was there? Anger filled you as you grabbed the warden by his long hair, the ornaments digging into your palm as you pulled him close to your face only to hiss: "Enough now." He chuckled up a storm, but rewarded you with a finger against your clit, rubbing you quickly. 

"Ah, poor thing, wouldn't be good to break my summoner." He said as he picked up his pace, finally going back to the deep, hard rhythm he had before, "even though I'd love to." Was added under his breath, but at this point the carriage had slowed down, and you had held on admirably. Also he wasn't sure how long he could hold out either, your constant tightening around him after each ruined orgasm had him on the very edge as well, and he was too prideful to come before you. 

The carriage stopped, but no sound came from outside as Bort didn't speak until he was sure you two were done in there. 

"We're there," you cried out, almost delirious as you climbed again towards an orgasm that if he ruined it again would have you cry for real. "We're here, please, please, please-" 

The feeling inside of you reached crescendo as Thresh finally fucked you to orgasm, the feeling overwhelming you so much you were sure you ruined the carriage forever. "Fuck. Thresh."  You cried as you doubled over, eyesight going dark as your orgasm washed over you. 

Unable to hold on himself Thresh spend himself inside of you as well, letting out a sinful groan that would have you ready for another round if you weren't so absolutely fucked out. 

It was silent for a little bit as both of you caught your breath. You were absolutely exhausted, unsure if your legs could even carry you to where the carriage had taken you, so you just closed your eyes, hoping Thresh would do something about it.

"We've... we've arrived, sir." Came Bort's small voice from outside, and Thresh chuckled above you, slowly pulling out as you whined from the feeling.

"We sure have." 

#thresh x reader #unbound thresh #night at the inn #champion x summoner #my work #smut #nsft #x reader #league of legends #lol

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Could i request (houseki no Kuni) bort x male reader that acts like riddle rosehearts?

Also could m!reader be 7.5 or 8 on the hardness scale?

Hi hiii sure thing Anon san!

Enjoy your request!

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Bortz x Riddle Roseheart M!reader

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You're a rubellite with your gem hardess that is only 7.5 you were a great fighter at first you got paired with phos as their mentor but after Antarc came you got replaced in the end you got paired with Bortz.

Because of your serious mind and and strategies of fighting in combat Sensei paired you with Bortz, at first Bortz thought you were just a poor gem who got paired with them. Bortz decide to challange you into a combat to see if you were worth to be their partner.

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Swords hitting against each other the two gems were still fighting against each other with Sensei as judge and the other gems watching.

Because of your lower hardness scale you broke right after Bortz slashed their sword at you getting you off guard, your shards were falling as the other gems picking up your shards meanwhile Bortz only stare at your broken form walks away.

You open your eyes awake. You see Bortz was leaning on the wall looking outside they were waiting for you.

"I must say you were impressed me with your technique Rubellite depsite your lower gem scale you were a strong fighter.

[Author notes! : thank you for requesting Anon san i'm sorry if this fanfic is too short for your liking i was outside i'm making this fic giving me limited time]

#houseki no kuni #hnk bortz #riddle rosehearts #x male reader #twisted wonderland

[xenoraxi]

𝘏𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (☏) | SMUT

It was I who dragged him into this in the first place. Now he’s nothing but a corrupted mess beneath my body. My lips widen at the sight of his beauty; wrecked in heat.. “Ngh-!”

I’m ashamed to admit... that his terrible moans fuel the flames of my desire. The squelches of the room became my very salvation, those lovely noises that escaped from his mouth struck me with revere. 

His fingers sink into my sides, I know that this feeling had become unbearable to him. Poor thing. “Your-” he started. “Hm?”

“Your sword swings are awfully weak...” he grunts. There are too many things to describe how I felt from the moment he said that.

Is he... being serious right now? Were having sex in the middle of the night and the errors of my previous battle occupies his head. And here I thought I could receive anything from him. Anything but the word of Lunarians- or my capabilities in battle.

Not even this could erase the thought in his mind. I absolutely dreaded him when he was like this.

“I’ve told you, swings must be light and natural. Not forced with p-pressure. But you never listen..!” he remarked, droplets of sweat sliding down his skin. He prodded into me faster, this time with much more strength. 

“You’re killing the mood.” I silenced him. I prepped him to the ground with the push of my hands. I begin bouncing immensley and the low growls of his voice blessed my ears. At last, something like this would clear his head. 

I’ll make him drunk with pleasure. 

His warmth embracing my walls. With fierce, I raised my hips, leaving me almost (but not quite) empty before pummeling back down. A raspy cry released from his mouth. His grip on my thighs strengthed. 

“(Y/N)- stop..!”

But I did not. I will leave him weeping. I rode him without end, even I’m beginning to haze from this feeling. “Ah, Bort...” this feeling had become so addicting.

Each sting of pleasure left us both wanting more. Every wave of bliss burning into our bodies. 

My lips meet his in vigor and he gladly kisses back. He removes his right hand to the back of my neck, angling me closer. I break away “Faster..!” From the beginning, my intention was to have Bort begging, but it was I.

He had his other free palm to cover my mouth, his pale cheeks now a beautiful crimson red. “You’re so loud-” he hisses. That was not enough. I want us both supressing our desires. 

I thrust. Long and hard.

He clapped his hand to his lips to resist any noises too. His right arm connected to my mouth, with his other, to his own.

Our widely parted eyes stare at each other. We stay like that for a moment until his warm spurt had sprayed my thighs, I had silently cried, my head thrown back from the pleasant heat below.

It is only then I have lost my balance, and I thud to the floor. I yelp from the contact, the warmness of his pleasure long removed from me. Instead, I met with the cold flooring. 

He looked at me, mouth hanging. When I looked at my position, my back against the ground and my thighs spreaded for him to see the goo melting in between my legs.

“Get up..!” he orders, his sharp features wildly red. He reaches for me and I stretch to hold him. He pulled me up. Luckily, we weren’t caught. 

“Did you cum?” he asked despite how lewd he sounded. 

“No.” I told him.

He sighed and pulled me close to his lap. “Open your legs.” He tells me and I comply.

#houseki no kuni bortxreader bortzxreadersmut smut lemon fluff risk houseki no kuni x reader land of the lustrous smut bortz bort

[ayo-wheres-the-paprika]

asking the sinclair brothers to sit on your lap

+ them falling asleep on you

~ ♡ ~

sinclair brothers (separate) x gn!reader | headcanons

word count: 1,265 (~400 words per section)

contains: no warnings! but listen, look at me, i do not care how physically strong or weak, tall or short, you are irl, im gifting you with the strength to bench-press these three men, i believe in you

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BORT

At first he's like "lol good one (y/n)". Responding with a condescending scoff, and that dumbass sarcastic Bo Smile™ like "Nah, I ain't doin' that, sweetheart."

How dare you suggest such a ridiculous idea? Him? A big strong mean murder man, sitting in YOUR lap? Aha, no.

Oh but, watch this, then he turns around and expects you to sit on HIS lap and gets all pissy when you say no.

Worst part is, he's not even uncomfortable with the idea (that would be a different story, respect people's boundaries). He just believes that he's too good to sit in someone else's lap. Like, bitch--

Get him while he's drunk, that's the key.

If he's had a good night and has had a lot to drink, he gets pretty mushy with you. Slurring his words, his hair askew, face flushed, with a glazed look in his eyes and a dumb grin plastered to his face (i want him so bad).

Just talk all sweet and gentle with him, open your arms, and give him the puppy eyes. "You want me tha' bad?" He slurs, dragging his feet across the floor in an exaggerated saunter with a dramatic eyeroll, "Alrigh', fiiiiine..."

He plops himself down on you and just kinda stares at you like the two-eyed mike wazowski meme.

There you go, you got Bo Sinclair, drunk off his tits, sitting in your lap. Congratulations, what do you do now?

You let him drift off to sleep on top of you, that's what you do.

Let him bury his face into the crook of your neck while you run your hands up and down his arms/back. He lets out a sigh like, ah, this ain't so bad.

Physical affection is Bo's weakness and you know that better than anybody else (besides his brothers). You can almost always ground him by circling your arms around his waist, pressing your forehead against his, letting him lean on you, and of course, placing kisses all over his face.

So this? Holding each other close and allowing him to be vulnerable? He'll never admit it, but it makes him melt. As much as Bo loves control, he can't deny how safe you make him feel when he's gathered up in your arms.

He won't ask to sit on your lap again, but he won't exactly resist the next time you offer. Just make sure you two are alone, he would never hear the end of it if his brothers found out.

Tell Vincent and Lester about it afterwards, let 'em roast his ass.

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VINCENT VAN HO

He's iffy about it at first. Not because he dislikes the idea, or believes he's "too good for it" like somebody (bo bitchass), he's just extremely unfamiliar with physical affection like this.

I love Vincent because he's this powerful, graceful, dangerous guy who KNOWS that he's the shit and walks around like the sheer size of his nuts are all that weigh him down. But the second you compliment him, or act kind towards him? He completely glitches.

you: ugh vince i love your hair, it's really pretty him: *nods* him, internally: EHHEHEHEHEE

This man has killed countless people with no remorse and yet he goes hf9eoypf;,'/,;'89rhef at the idea of sitting on your lap.

He's very mindful of his size too, knowing that he's tall and fairly muscular. Doesn't matter how tall or strong you are, he's still gonna worry about your comfort.

You could literally have the exact same build as him, and he'd still be a bit nervous.

When he first agrees, it's a mix of wanting to push his boundaries and also humouring you. You want to hold him that badly? You know what, fuck it, why not. He's flattered.

He carefully (and very stiffly) places himself on your lap so that he's straddling you and you got your arms around his waist.

He feels really awkward for the first couple of minutes, not in an uncomfortable way but in a "wtf do i do" way. He's just trying so hard not to put all his weight on you, and his eye is darting around, and where in god's name does he put his hands?

Especially if you're a lot shorter than him, he's 10x more mindful and tense.

But this man is absolutely weak for you. All you gotta do is rub his back and play with his hair, then he'll let himself rest his head on your shoulder. Ah, now he's getting comfortable.

Bonus points if he pulled an all-nighter the evening before and starts to drift off.

vincent i'll give you $5 if you fall asleep in my lap pls man i'll play with your hair too

Great! Now you're stuck there until he wakes up, but at least you got this hottie in your lap. You could get up and put him down, but why the hell would you do that? Look at how comfortable he is.

Vincent prefers to have you in his lap, but damn that nap was good as hell... he might just have to use you as a bed again.

And lucky for you, he just can't say no to his beloved.

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LESTER THE BEST-ER

"Whuh? Aw, sweetpea, ya sure?" Yes, Lester. A hundred times, yes.

Sort of awkward about it like Vincent, but more of the giggly, "haha woah there babe" kind of awkward.

He's certainly not gonna say no, though. How could he say no when you asked so kindly? Ugh, especially when your arms are outstretched with that welcoming smile.

Lester absolutely adores you to the sun and back. If you need a hug or a kiss, he's gonna give it to ya. At the slightest mention that you're cold, he's already dashing to the nearest spare blanket. If you want to hold him in such a way, well, he's definitely not gonna turn down such an offer.

Lester's like "woah omg youre so crazy" *crawling into your lap with zero hesitation* "ughh can't believe you're making me do this lololol" *literally straddling you*

After some more awkward giggling, he places himself down on your lap with a "Like this?" or "Hope I ain't too heavy.". He's a bit stiff, but it's a lot easier to help him relax than Vincent or Bo.

If it had been a long day, maybe if he'd just gotten home from work or helping his brothers in Ambrose, he'll begin to doze off once he gets comfortable. He's absolutely weak for the way you treat him so lovingly and carefully, how you hold him against your body and play with his hair -- you must be an angel.

Fuck, he's so cute.

This will absolutely become a Thing in your relationship.

I'm just imagining him, sitting on one of your thighs with his legs resting across you, arms thrown around your neck, kicking his legs a little bit like " Ya comfortable? :D "

It takes him a bit of time to warm up to this new position, but hey, there's nothing he loves more than being held by his most favourite person in the world.

A typical evening for the two of you: he'll come home from work, help himself to your cooking, shower, then just throw himself on top of you. Home is found in your embrace, and being allowed to rest on your lap only makes him feel safer.

If it hasn't been brought up already, this will lead Lester to wanting you to sit on HIS lap. It's only fair! You deserve to be comfortable too (and he just wants to hold you because he loves you).

#his full name is lester the bester sinclair. he told me himself. #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #slashers #slashers x reader #slasher fandom #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #ayo wheres the writing

[iwriteinsertreader]

Luffy and Nami with an S/O who’s a gem (Seperate)

A/N: Originally it was suppose to be Monster Trio and Nami in it but I change my mind because my dumbass can’t really write Zoro and Sanji well (I really have to rewatch One Piece) I remember reading a one piece x gem reader (possibly houseki no kuni crossover) on wattpad but I can’t find it now sadly, then inspiration hit and so I wrote this

| Reader is gender neutral (They/Them) or possibly (It/Itself), few houseki no kuni references, character may be OOC (Out of Character) etc. |

Before getting into the point let’s talk about you, the (color) gem itself. You’re either a gem species or you ate a devil fruit that related to gem.

Even if your arm or leg got shattered your body itself will automatic grow another new pair.

Your weapon would be a whip (inspiration from Bort) and the way you fight is like a mix of dancing.

✧˚ · . Monkey . D . Luffy:

Typical Luffy think you’re cool and probably even want you to join his crew

But will think you’re even cooler after you told him that you’re a walking gem

Wanna bet that he’s 80% of the reason why you shatter into pieces?

Boy can’t help it sometime, he probably didn’t meant that but then he just accidentally break you

And he’ll be so confuse about why your hand or leg gone

“Where did you’re hand/leg goes?” “Shatter.”

The crew probably yell at him too because of this

Another typical Luffy thing is that he will ask stupid question as well

Example like “Does the gem pop??” Honey no, not really

Confuse by the fact that you don’t need to eat food or meat, he’ll probably (keyword: probably) share his meat but you decline because you don’t need to eat

Big fan of you’re fighting style

The first time he see you fight he immediately goes “WHOA THAT SO COOL!!??”

Well you’re now the future pirate king precious gem, congratulation 

✧˚ · .  “Cat Burglar” Nami:

Your gem alike hair caught Nami eyes

Like what kind of shampoo did you use/j /j 

Anyway back to topic

Would be shock, and confuse after you told her you’re a gem

Probably has so many question in her mind too like how?? why?? what??

Question for you guys but would she take a little pieces of you and probably sold it

“Nami? Why does that piece of gem look familiar?” “...” “Nami???”

But anyway she’ll be gentle around you since y’know again, you’re a gem 

Scream and yell at the crew (mostly Luffy) who accidentally shatter you 

100% calling you “her precious gem”

Did I mention that she’s also a big fan of you’re fighting style?

Wherever it’s your turn to fight, she’ll cheer and scream for you and be like “that my gems right there!!”

in conclusion you’re her gem and nobody can’t steal you away from the  “Cat Burglar” (okay i’ll stop with the gem pun fr)

Felt free to share your idea and headcanons as well : D

#one piece x reader #One Piece headcanons #one piece x you #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #nami x reader #x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[alice-angel12x]

Leech Twins X Gem! Reader

It was another slow and cold winter in the Coral sea, as the icebergs slowly blocked out the sunlight from the surface. Yet lately many Icebergs have been falling apart lately, they would suddenly collapse and reveal the sun's rays from above.  Azul and the twins would wonder why that's been happening lately. Out of the many years, they lived there this was not a normal occurrence during the winter season.

"I don't mind it, finally we get some sunlight down here in the winter," (child)Floyd sighed.

"It fine I guess, but I don't like the banging noises it makes when they start falling apart. Plus it makes it dangerous to swim near the surface when that happens,"(child) Azul groaned.

Suddenly the iceberg above started to screech and whine as two large icebergs scrapped against each other. The three covered their ears as the sound became unbearable when suddenly that was a loud bang above the surface. Large chunks of ice fell into the water as it revealed an opening to the surface, letting in the sunlight from above.

"Ahh, warm sunlight,"(Child) Floyd smiled.

"What is that?" (Child)Jade asked as he pointed to a sinking figure.

"Probably just some unfortunate human, but I don't think humans are supposed to sink that fast. Jade, Floyd catch them," (Child)Azul said simply.

Jade and Floyd shrugged and same to catch the figure, which was surprisingly heavier than they expected. The twins managed to softly land the figure on the soft sand, and when they stepped to examine the figure they gasped at the sight. The figure had a lovely face, but what was off was the large cracks that ran down her face, and her hair didn't look like anything they've seen. It gave off a beautiful shimmer of Aquamarine.

"Nee, Jade this person is so shiny,"(Child) Floyd smiled as he hugged the figure, " But not so squishy, they're solid as a rock,"

"Careful, you might shatter them,"(child) Jade said with a smile.

"Jade, Floyd what is it?" (Child)Azul asked as he swam as quickly as he could.

He looked over the figure and gasped at the large cracks on her face. Thankfully Azul was able to fix it with coral sap, making the figure look good as new. Suddenly it began to stir as its eyes slowly fluttered open. Revealing beautiful ocean blue eyes she stared blankly at the three faces.

"W-who are you?" The girl asked nervesly, " Where am I?"

The poor girl had lost her memory, and couldn't recall who or what she is or even where she even came from. So Azul simply gave the girl a name, Y/n, but Floyd would nickname Y/n as Aqua or Aquamarine at times. 

Y/n was a freak of nature to the twins, she wasn't soft and completely made out of precious stones, from her hair down to her feet. She didn't require food to keep her going, or even air for that matter. She just required sunlight or light from glowing jellyfish.

"Nee, Aqua-chan try this, it's Takoyaki. It's delicious,"(Child) Floyd smiled as he shoved food in Y/n's face.

"O-oh, no thank you, Floyd," Y/n smiled as she feeds it back to Floyd. He happily chomped down with a smile.

"You never eat, are you sure are okay?" (Child) Jade asked.

"As long as I have light, I should be fine," Y/n smiled as she patted Jade's head.

Floyd and Jade smiled as they hugged her arms. Y/n was nothing Like Floyd or Jade had seen before, so they like to drag her around everywhere they went. As they glided through the water Y/n quickly followed behind as she ran across the sandy ocean floor. 

"I don't see why I'm needed to go to school with you," Y/n said as the twins pulled on her arms.

"Cause school is so boring, We want you to be by outside," Floyd said as he pulled at Y/n.

"Plus it will be interesting to see how our classmates react," Jade laughed.

The powder that covered Y/n's arms, legs, and face soon washed off revealing her gem surface underneath, but as time went on Floyde and Jade grew. Once small children that were half of Y/n size grew to be taller or longer than her. The twins and Azul grew to be handsome young men, but Y/n seemed to be forever frozen in time and remained the same. 

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As Time went on as the twins and Azul started to prepare for the expected arrival of the black carriage. Y/n's mind began to wonder, as she began to wander near the town edge of the Coral Sea, but the Twins don't let her wander too far from them.

"Nene, Aqua-chan what are you doing all the way out here?" Floyd asked as he hugged her from behind.

"Yes, home is the other way. You wander off again," Jade smiled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but shouldn't you two be making your way back to shore soon?" Y/n asked the twin.

"Huh? You're not going to see us off?" Jade asked with a pained expression.

"You want me to come to see you off?" Y/n asked.

"Of course, you have to be there," Floyd said as he nuzzled Y/n's neck.

Jade picked Y/n up bridle style as they swam to a nearby shore, where Azul was waiting for them. Y/n staring up at the blue sky with wide eyes, this was the first time she saw the sky and sun in 9 years. She slowly wiggled out of Jade's grasps and took her first steps on land in what felt like forever. The microscopic organisms inside her gem body started to make more energy than it has before, she had never felt more awake in so long.

"Nee, Aqua-chan slow down," Floyd whined as Y/n turned to see Floyd and jade slowly crawling up the beach.

As they tried to stand on their new legs, Y/n chuckled and quickly tried to help the two stand. Yet the three once merpeople simply clung to the gem girl for support. So for the first few days, was full of Y/n helping them walk on their own, and watching them fall over many times, but they soon got the hang of things. 

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The time arrived when the carriage arrived, and Y/n though this was where they would part ways. Nope, Jade and Floyd managed to drag her into the carriage with them and bring her to the school, claiming she was the twins Familiar. Surprisingly the headmaster was okay with this, seeing that there was a couple of other students who had similar "Familiars". As the twins and Azul sat with the other students Y/n looked around the room to see other people like her. Near the Scarabia dorm students stood a girl with diamond hair, by a red-headed Heartslabyul student stood a girl with ruby hair, a Pomefiore man had a girl with Ametrine hair standing next to him, a girl with obsidian hair was holding a tablet that the Ignihyde dorm leader spoke through. Savanaclaw had a girl with long hair made of bort. Heck, the Headmaster seemed to have an assistant with Rutile hair.

Y/n simply stared in awe at the many varieties of gem people in the room. When the ceremony finished everyone funneled out of the room, as Y/n walked she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see it was the diamond girl from the other dorm. The two chatted away when they had to part ways into the dorm. The Octavinelle Dorm reminded Y/n a lot of the Coral Sea, and the sense of sleepiness came over her at the sudden lack of bright sunlight.

"Nee, Aqua-chan who was that other girl you were talking to?" Floyd asked as he hugged Y/n from behind.

"That was Dia, and she told me that rutile plans to put us to work and we will be helping around the school," Y/n explained.

"So you won't be staying by our side then?" Jade frowned slightly.

"Awww, that sucks, I was hoping to have Aqua-chan by our side the entire time," Floyd whined as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

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So while Azul and the twins studied in the classrooms, Rutile leads the gems outside to help around the school. From wiping down the windows to mowing the grass in the fields. One day during P.E while the 2nd and 1st-year students ran laps the Gem girls were on the side slicing grass with some obsidian blad and while Vargus had to step out of a few minutes. As the students rested, Y/n noticed something odd in the sky.

"Riddle, what is that?" Ruby asked.

"I don't know, Ruby," Riddle said as the rest of the students stopped to look as well.

As everyone watched in awe as the sounds of instruments could be heard. The black cover vanished revealing something odd.

"It's so pretty," Obsidian awed.

"I don't know, something is off about it," Idia whispered.

"What even is that?" Vil wondered.

Y/n stared up in wonder when memories flashed in her mind as fear started t wash over her. The figures in the sky drew their bows and readied their spears and tossed them down on the gem humans below. A spear sliced through Ruby's neck like butter, time slowed as everyone watched Ruby's head and body fall to the ground. Everyone screamed in panic as more arrows and spears rained from the sky.

"We don't have our pens!" Leona growled.

"Everyone back to the school !" Jamil shouted as everyone tried to run.

But when they tried to run spears and arrows cut them off. Y/n turned back to see Riddle trying to carry Ruby's body with him.

"Riddle!" Trey gasped as he hurried Riddle and let ruby's pieces behind.

Y/n looked down at her blade and back up at the attackers in the sky, suddenly her body acted on its own as she ran towards the cloud.

"Y/N!" Jade and Foyd gasped.

"What is she doing?!" Azul gasped.

As Arrows and spears rain down she deflected them with a swing of her sword and tossed some of them back at the enemy. suddenly weird golden lines that ended with hooks and gem spheres. They quickly extended down and wrapped around a fellow gem Ametrine, and quickly dragged her closer to the cloud.

"Ametrine!" Vil cried out.

Ametrine dug her heels into the ground to stop herself, the moment she struggled and pulled. The pins in the gem spheres were pulled out and exploded. When the smoke cleared, Ametrine was blown to pieces. Everyone watched in horror as a few figures from the cloud climbed down to collect the shattered gem pieces. Dia quickly acted and sliced through the enemy. Bort and Y/n jumped up to the vessel and began to slice away at the enemy, who poof away once defeated. 

Y/n ran to the tall enter figure and sliced it in half with ease, but more grenade hooks shot out from the bottom half of the figure. Before they could wrap around Bort, Y/n quickly pushed them out of the way and grabbed at the rope. She hopped down from the vessel and pulled at the rope above the pinned hooks. Dia quickly helped Y/n pull as they ripped the center figure off the vessel, causing the who thing to poof out of the air, but not before a pin was pulled causing the grenades to explode.

"Aqua-Chan!" Floyd called out.

Vargus and Rutile ran out to see the shaken students and shattered and Damaged gem figures.

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"Y/n, Y/n please open your eyes," Said a familiar voice.

"Aqua-chan," Said another voice.

Y/n's eye's opened slowly as her vision slowly came to her. Staring down at her were a pair of 2 mismatched eyes staring down at her.

"Floyd...Jade?" Y/n groaned as she slowly sat up.

But was tackled back down in a bear hug from the twins.

"Your back!" Floyd smiled.

"What happened to.. outside?" Y/n asked.

"Rutile came and put you and everyone back together, while Vargus took the human students back to the school. You were asleep for a week. You managed to defeat the strange enemy from the sky," Jade explained.

"What were you thinking, running towards danger like that. That was stupid Aqua-chan," Floyd pouted.

"As long as I can be put back together, I cannot die-,"

"They wanted to take you away from us," Jade said as he pulled Y/n close to him.

"They were going to steal you from us. Your our treasure, no one else's," Floyd said as the twins sandwiched the girl in a hug.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x you #houseki no kuni #floyd leech #jade leech #floyd x reader #jade x reader

[gaysindistress]

Soldat - Teaser

summary: After finally settling down in Louisiana with Sam, Bucky thinks he’s finally free. Unbeknownst to him, there’s an organization who’s mission is take out all enhanced individuals and he’s their next target

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (code name is Elv)

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, angst, guns, violence, 

word count: 426

Master list

translations: they all come from google so if they’re wrong, please let me know!

Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte: Rest will come when evil is gone

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

Snowflakes flutter down around her hidden form in the tree stand, her cold breath creating a fog in front of her as she steadies her breath and looks through the scope. The target hasn’t moved from his table in the last fifteen minutes, making their job easier and boring. The goal is to take the man out with one shot and slip away without being seen. Off to her side in another tree is one of her partners, the other sitting in the café to keep a close eye on their target. Each woman acts in parallel, never making a move without the others and all maintain the same patterns as if one machine. 

“Elv are you in position?” crackles through her ear piece. 

“Yes,” she mutters back.

“Five seconds until go.”

five

She takes a deep breath. 

four

Her heart rate slows to a steady pace. 

three

One eye closes to focus on the target through her scope. 

two

Her finger gets ready to squeeze the trigger. 

one

The target crumbles to the ground as the barrel smokes through the white landscape. 

She slips the gun back through her hiding spot as the cafe’s inhabitants start to create chaos. Slinging the gun across her back, she descends down the tree as her partner does the same. Their boots hit the ground as the third leaves the café. All three move in step together as they walk to their vehicle amongst the chaos of people running for help. The car doors slam shut once the sirens start to race down the street. Engine roaring to life, they speed off away from the scene as the shooter takes off her weapon and replaces it in the case that lays in the trunk. 

As if one mind, the women remove their beanies and masks, uniform braids dropping against their tactile vest-clad shoulders. If someone were to look in their car, they would think the trio was one person mirrored three times with how in sync they are and uniform their outfits are. Their organization, the Voktere, preferred it that way; no difference between each member. Differences led to conflict and they reserved their conflict for their enemies. 

“We have a new target,” the passenger announces. 

“Already?” the shooter says as she finishes putting the gun away, locks clicking into place to ensure a secure closure. 

“Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte,” the driver recites effortlessly. 

“Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte,” the shooter repeats along with the passenger before posing another question, “Who is it?”

“The Winter Soldier.”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #soldat - Bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fluff

[cinnbar-bun]

In a Blink of an Eye

(Phos x Human! Reader)

A/n: Angst...angst...angst...first thing that isn’t GBF and ITS SOME HNK ANGST IM SORRY. CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR HNK. Also, male pronouns for the gems. 

“Ne, (Y/n), look what I made!” 

“It’s so pretty! These flowers are more beautiful than the ones from my time.” 

“Dia taught me how to make them into a crown. For you, uh, if you want?” 

“Of course, how could I resist? You made it for me!” 

“Since we’ve got nothing better to do, why don’t we sit in the fields for a while?” 

“Let’s go. There’s so much we have to talk about!” 

I remember that time. That was when (Y/n) kept talking about home. They said they missed it, but being with me made it easier for them. How strange. It felt strange to be wanted by someone. 

“Phos! Slow down! I can’t keep up with you!” 

“Heh, maybe all those snails are starting to drag you down!” 

“Meanie. I thought you cared for me!” 

“Of course I do. But~” 

“Oh no.” 

“Tickle fight!” 

“Stop! Phos! Heh, s-s-stop! I don’t wanna hurt you!” 

“Huh? Why would you hurt me?” 

“I wouldn’t. You just uh...” 

“O-oh...yeah...shattering...it’s fine, Rutile will patch me up again.” 

“But I’d feel awful if you broke because of me.” 

“You worry too much. Seriously, this is Rutile’s job, he’ll do it.” 

“If you say so...” 

Right...this was after I lost my legs...I chased (Y/n) around all the time. They always tried to run by my side, even though they were no where near as fast as me. It was fun running through the fields with them. We’d catch butterflies and just talk. They cried once because they thought they broke me. Even if they did, I wouldn’t mind, it was just nice to be with them. 

“You’re up for the winter?” 

“Of course. Where else would I be?” 

“Uh...hibernating?” 

“Humans don’t do that Phos, only some animals.” 

“Huh...strange...then how do you live with low levels of sunlight?” 

“I dunno. We don’t need it that much, we get energy from other things. Don’t be surprised if I’m tired and mopey all the time though!” 

“So then, what do you do for winter?” 

“A lot. We can go ice-skating, or sledding, or make snowmen and snow angels. Tons of things!” 

“What are those things?” 

“I’ll show you okay? Wait, even better! We can celebrate Christmas together!” 

“Christmas?” 

“It’s a holiday where friends and family get together and exchange gifts. We sit next to a warm fire and have dinner together, and then in the morning, we open the gifts Santa left us from that night.” 

“S-Santa?” 

I still don’t understand what Christmas is. They gave me a red hat with cotton on the end and said it was a “Santa hat”. Still don’t know what that is either. My gift was a book about how much they loved and cared for me. They felt awful they couldn’t get me anything, but I loved it. I kept it in my room. They helped me when Antarcticite was taken. They helped me when my arms became gold. My brothers were scared of me, but (Y/n) never stopped loving me. I felt better knowing that I could be by their side. 

“Phosphophyllite, you do know the dangers you are putting yourself in by getting attached to them, right?” 

“What are you talking about, Sensei? They’ve helped me and I don’t think I could be where I am without them.” 

“It’s much more complicated than you’d ever understand. Tell me, what would happen if they suddenly left?” 

“I’d go find them.” 

“What if they were to wither and break slowly?” 

“Then I’d fix them, like they did for me.” 

“Phos...you have much to learn. They’re not pleasant things to learn. Humans are different from gems. Once they’re gone, they’re gone.” 

“But we can always put them back together! Rutile will fix them!” 

“No, Phos, you cannot put back together a human body and soul. Death is a foreign concept to all of you, but you will learn the painful truth about life. Not everything can be brought back, and not everything can last. Some things are gone in a blink of an eye.” 

I wanted to argue with him, I wanted to say how I’d never let (Y/n) get hurt. How I didn’t care how bad I was injured, I’d rather they lived. Words cannot describe how wonderful they’ve been to me. 

“S-sorry, Phos...my body isn’t as young as it once was.” 

“It’s fine. I’m sure a little nap will fix that.” 

“Maybe...let’s sit under the sun again...” 

I noticed they always were tired and slow. They were becoming weaker and couldn’t keep up with me as much. They complained their back and their knees were hurting, but that they were fine. “Growing pains” they laughed. If they weren’t seriously injured, then I didn’t mind. (Y/n) was strong. I know that.

Yet...it’s strange...sometimes I hear them saying my name...talking to me... I want to say something back, but my voice never leaves me. And then one day, it stopped. It must have been my imagination. 

“Phos. Phos. Phos.” 

The sensation is new. I don’t understand what happened. Cairn is in front of me, a bewildered expression on his face. 

“You’re finally awake.” 

“I guess so...” This isn’t my head. I can feel it. 

Lapis. 

I looked around the room before looking back at Cairngorm. 

“I feel like I was supposed to see someone. Their name is on the tip of my tongue...it’s...it’s...” 

“(Y/n).” 

“Ah, yes, that’s it! Where’s (Y/n)?” I want to see them again and ask more about Santa. I want to to sit in the sun once more. 

“Uh...about that...” Cairn doesn’t face me. 

“What’s wrong? Why are you so sad?” 

“P-Phos?” I turn around and assumed it was (Y/n), but it didn’t sound like them. Diamond and Bort were at the door, staring at me in surprise. 

“It’s been over a hundred years! We thought you’d never wake up.” Diamond says before he embraces me. 

“Heh, well, I’m here. Do you know where (Y/n) is?” Diamond and Bort nod before they make me follow them. 

I feel giddy all over at the thought of seeing them. One hundred years without them has been quite boring, but I’d wait more for them. 

“Hey, we’ve been walking for a while now. Where are you taking me?” I ask impatiently. 

Bort shakes his head before we stop in the open meadow. I don’t see (Y/n) anywhere.

“Are they going to surprise me again?” I didn’t understand what was going on. 

“No. They’re right here.” Bort stated, pointing at a stone on the ground. 

“So funny, Bort. Come on, where are they?” 

“Phos, they’re right here. They died. Years ago.” Dia states a bit too casually for my taste. It was almost like it was a joke to them. 

“W-what? Dead? But it’s only been a hundred years, I’m not understanding wha-” 

“Phos.” Sensei steps forward and places a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Remember what we discussed a long time ago? Humans are much more different than you. They are gone quicker than you’ll ever realize.” 

“B-but...can’t we- can’t we put them back together?” I feel tears in my eyes. Why am I shaking so much? 

Sensei shakes his head. 

“Humans rot. They cannot be replaced. Their body does not exist anymore, all that’s left is bone.” 

“When did this...” I can hardly muster out the courage to ask. I’ve been gone for how long? How long had (Y/n) been dead while I was resting?

“Over eighty years ago. They barely reached one hundred years of life.” 

Barely a hundred? Was that even living? 

“So...so...they really are gone?” I huddle over the stone on the ground. This was the last remainder of (Y/n) I’d get. 

A horrid thought came into my mind. What if I forgot about (Y/n)? What if all our days together just disappeared? 

I can’t hear anything. I can’t feel anything. It’s just a horrible choking feeling, as if I was drowning. I don’t remember what happened next. Sensei had to pull me away from the stone and tried to hold me back. The other gems were screaming for me to stop. There’s some dirt on my hands and knees, but I can hardly even think about that. 

(Y/n) was gone. 

A hundred years is nothing. I remembered the phrase Sensei used to describe humans. 

“They’re gone in a blink of an eye.” 

#phosphophyllite #hnk phos #hnk spoilers #writing #Houseki no Kuni #houseki no kuni imagines #phos x reader

[rosegoldquintis]

Run you clever girl

My first ever Tom Holland x Reader, hope you like it!!!!! Please leave some feedback and yeah, have a great day/night! 

The song is in Swedish and it's called Höga klackar and its by a band called Mares. 

 ALSO IT REALLY SUCKS MAINLY BC ITS 2.50 AM BUT THEN AGAIN MY WRITING ALWAYS SUCKS.

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Jag vet att du gör det rätta. Bättre fly än, än att illa fäkta.                             Vill du får du gömma dig, jag kommer aldrig att döma, nej.                               Jag kommer alltid finnas, alltid minnas, aldrig glömma dig.

He knew, he knew that he had to let her go. It was better for her to go while she still had the chance. Right now she was hiding, hiding away in her small one bedroom flat in the middle of London. When she said she wanted to leave he didn't force her to stay. She could see the tears in his eyes from where she was standing. 

 "Okay" he said "I get it, remember love, I'll always be here and I'll never ever judge you for wanting to leave." A small smile crept on to her lips as she removed the ring from her left hand, slowly walking out of the room.

Ensam i rummet, väggarna tjocka. Dörren är låst och nyckeln är borta 

The door was shut and locked and the curtains were drawn, the whole room was heavy, she woman sitting on the couch hadn't moved since she left the mobster. 

Du vill bort från alla dem.                                       Dem som ljuger, skriker, snackar. Du vill springa härifrån, på höga klackar.           Du vill framåt, men du faller.                                 Du vill framåt, men du backar. Du kommer aldrig härifrån, på höga klackar. 

She couldn't stand sleeping in the same bed as him anymore, knowing that he had killed, lied and manipulated so many people. Nowadays all he did was lie and lie, he couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore. 

She wanted to run. All the events and all the galas, she just wanted to run. She was tired of wearing high heels and fancy dresses. She was willing to run in her height heals if it meant getting out of there. When ever she took a step forward she always ended up taking three backwards. So many times she had stood out side of his office, ready to knock, but she never did. All she ever told herself was 'you'll never be able to get out'. At least not on high heels.

Du vill gömma dig från sanningen.                       Gömma dig från verkligheten.                               Dölja allt i vackra lögner.                                         Låtsas vara omedveten. 

He knew why she really wanted to leave. She couldn't handle the truth, she wanted to hide from his reality, which in a way had become hers too.             She wanted to live the apple pie life, have a white picket fence and he couldn't give her that. Now she could, she could cover everything in pretty white lies. 

För allting är någon annans fel.                             Fly från ansvar, skyldigheter.                                 Det är inte ditt problem.                                         Ta det med ditt samvete.

He always blamed someone else, it was never his fault. He never liked responsibility, he wanted her to know that it wasn't her fault. He never wanted her to blame herself for his actions. 

Ensam i rummet, väggarna tjocka.                       Dörren är låst och nyckeln är borta. 

Her sobs only grew louder as time went on and the door was still locked and the curtains were still drawn. 

 Some random tags because I can't access my original tags list right now: @hollandroos @bellero @anotherimaginescollection @foreverbeingthunderbuddy @bi-writes

#tom holland x reader #tom holland preference #tom holland #tom holland mobster #mob au #mobster!tom #mob!tom #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #spiderman hoco

[wonwoosthetic]

“Are We Falling Out Of Love?” || Jake Gyllenhaal

                             MASTERLIST                 WHO I WRITE FOR

Wuhuu guess who’s back after soooo long, omg have I missed writing! I’m really sorry for being so inactive, but the flu got me really bad. I missed writing so much!

Anyways, I’m back with another request by @sweeet-temptationn about our beloved Jake :)! Also, I think that I’ve made it a bit more dramatic and changed it minimalistic, but I hope that's OK.

I really hope everyone enjoys it and has a lovely day!

Request:  I really loved your imagine with jake tt was so cute!! i was thinking of one where he's been away doing meetings for his upcoming projects and reader misses him so much and things haven't been the same without him but then he surprises reader?

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x reader

Warning: nooonee

“Are We Falling Out Of Love?”

‘Falling Out Of Love’ - a term you never wished to ever come across in your life, especially not in your relationship with your current boyfriend Jake. A friend had asked you about your relationship and how she hadn’t seen you together a lot, so you tried to explain to her what’s going on because with Jake doing so much press for ‘Stronger’ it was really hard to be around him as much. But all she could say was

“I’m really sorry sweetheart, but that sounds like you’re falling out of love with each other.” And she went on about how if you REALLY loved each other, you would try and fly with him all over the world and you would try to be together all the time, but that had never been yours and Jake’s relationship. Yes, of course, you tried to be by your side as much as possible, but you knew when to give each other space and had never had a problem with him being away doing meetings and press. But she was also kind of right because this time it was all different.

You don’t know what it exactly was, but Jake was being a bit distant. Were you as well?

It was quite late when you were looking through your phone and saw someone had mentioned you in a tweet saying:

“Look at him!! He’s so cute - @(Your username) you are one lucky gal :) I love you both”

And she had also linked a video which looked like a press junket Jake did and because you really missed him and his voice, you decided to just watch it.

The interview was going really well and Jake was as handsome and cute as always - polite and gentle. He got asked a lot of different questions, some about the film, of course, some about himself, random things and last but not least, you.

(I: Interviewer ; J: Jake)

I: And just really quickly for the many fans on Twitter, that asked me to ask you that question.

J: Yeah, sure.

I: Your girlfriend (Y/N) and you have been together for quite a while and -

Jake nodded his head

J: Five and a half years, yes.

I: Mh, and the fans would like to know, how you keep up with each other and about your days. Is it hard to travel around the world answering questions, while your girlfriend is at home by herself.

J: Ehm, yeah... I mean it’s not easy, of course, but we manage it really well. We call each other pretty much every day to-to tell us about our day and stuff. And I also try to bring her with me everywhere I can or when she, you know, has the time.

I: Alright and she is at home right now, right? Because I didn’t see her backstage.

J: Yeah, yeah, she’s got quite a lot to do right now, with her job and especially with this movie, we’re doing so much press, that it’s all going like really fast and you’re lucky if you have time to breath.

He ended his statement with a small laugh.

I: I can only imagine. Everyone go watch Stronger now in theatres and we’ll be right back with music from Anne-Marie and more!

You finished watching confused. He said that you called each other every day, but that was a complete and utter lie. He hasn’t called you ever since he flew off two weeks ago. You started doubting your love. Not how much you were in love with him because there was no doubt about how much you loved that man, but about your love for each other and how he felt about you. After playing back and forth with the thought of calling him, you decided to do so and just ask him ‘normal’ questions about his day and then maybe later on about what had been actually going through your mind for a long time.

Clicking the ‘Contacts’ icon and then Jake’s name on your phone touchscreen, you started to re-think your action, but you could already hear the ‘tut’ sound and only seconds later your boyfriend’s voice

“Hey (Y/N).”

Only hearing his voice already made you feel a lot better and more at ease

“Hey babe, how are you?”

“I’m alright, what’s going on? Why are you calling? Did something happen?”

You could hear the concern in his voice, which he wouldn’t have if he didn’t care about you, so this had already shown you that he DOES care.

“Ehm... no special reason. I just thought... that we-we just-we haven’t talked to each other for two weeks and I was wondering why”, you had never been a good lier, but hoped for him not to notice anything.

“You don’t sound very convincing with that. Babe, I know you and when you’re lying. What’s going on? You know you can tell me”, his voice was so gentle and sweet at that moment. The bad thing was that this smoothness made you even more nervous and you didn’t know how to start the conversation properly “I...ehm... no, I just... you know... I was wondering-not that it’s actually happening, but if it was and... you and me and-”, you cut yourself off and took a big breath

“Are we falling out of love?”

The other line got very quiet for an uncomfortable amount of time before Jake spoke again

“What?”, that was the only thing he could get out of his mouth. He was so confused and hurt and just didn’t know, what was going on.

“I know this is a really bad time and asking this over the phone is also quite bitchy or need or whatnot, but I rea-”, he cut you off

“No no no, I just-I mean-I’m confused. Why would you think that?”, the hurt in his voice was so bad, you started tearing up.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just feel like we haven’t spoken to each other and (Y/F/N) told me, that she thinks we were going to break up and it just made me think...... Do you still have feelings for me”, you asked him shaking and pretty much crying at this point while being cuddled up on the couch.

Jake, on the other hand, was just confused and hurt “Of course I still love you. I-I know that we haven’t been talking a lot and I swear I’m really sorry, but please don’t think I don’t love you. I do.”

He was so sweet and cute and all of your concern was being washed away after he said that. You started wiping your tears away with the back of your hand “OK, good-ehm-sorry again. I love you too. I guess I just needed to hear that. I miss you.”

“And I miss you, really. I’m gonna be back in a week, you think you can hold on without me, for me?”, you were pretty much able to hear the smile on his lips and started smiling a bit yourself

“Yeah, I think I’ll manage.”

“Good, well then. Sleep tight babe and don’t forget, I love you.”, he decided to end your conversation to start planning a little surprise.

“Good night, love you too”, you finished the call by clicking on the red button and put your phone on your right side on the couch.

What you didn’t know, was that Jake was on his phone booking the next possible flight to New York, back to you and planning something special, to show you his love. You asking him that, got Jake thinking ‘Was I really not a good boyfriend? Have I started neglecting her? Well, he was about to change that...

--- The Next Day - Evening ---

You opened the front door with your keys and closed it after you entered the house. Putting the keys on the small side table next to the front door and taking your shoes off, you started feeling something weird in your stomach. Not thinking anything about it, you headed upstairs to your shared bedroom to get some comfy clothes.

You had just gotten back from a really long working day. You had to stay in school a lot longer than expected because more parents than expected, had wanted to see you. Well, who said being a high school English and History teacher would be easy.

Entering the master bedroom, you started taking off your smart blouse and threw it in the hamper next to your dresser. Next were your jeans, which accompanied the blouse. You started looking for some joggers and decided to throw on one of Jake’s shirts as well. Just as you got completely dressed again, you heard footsteps downstairs and got scared. You immediately took off running downstairs, almost tripping on the stairs, and making your way into the kitchen, where you thought the noise had come from. But as you got in there, the only thing being different than in the morning, was a letter laying on one of the countertops. A chill ran down your spine, thinking about who could have been there to leave a letter.

Despite having a bad feeling about it, you picked the letter up, opened it and started reading it

“Hey sweetheart,

I’m gonna take you on a little treasure hunt to see if know us as well as you might think. We have had a lot of ups and downs, but now go there, where you are able to find me pretty much every time after having a fight.

Love, Jake”

Your heart rate started rising within seconds, you got so excited, not being able to describe it. The thought of him being here, made you want to finish this treasure hunt as quickly as possible, so you started running towards Jake’s “Man Cave”, as he liked to call it. The “Man Cave” was a room in the basement, which your boyfriends decided to turn into a fun room with a bar, a fuzzball table, a dart bort, and a lot more.

Arriving in the room, you started looking around for another letter. You were walking around when you found it next to the PlayStation. Opening it, the letter said

“First (well actually second) one done! Well done! You will find the next letter at your favourite place on the entire lot.”

You immediately knew, what he was talking about. The sitting area under the tree in your garden. It was extremely comfortable and you liked to spend your time there, grading your student’s homework and tests. Leaving the ‘Man Cave”, you also exited the house through the back door in the kitchen. It was already dark outside, but Jake lit up the little fairy lights on the tree, which made everything look extra special. You approached the sitting area, already seeing the next letter and getting more excited if that was even possible.

Obviously, you opened this one as well

“So, you know, I’m not good at big surprises, but there is one more letter to find. I know you’re getting more and more excited by the seconds passing by, but there is this one place we always go to sleep (with each other as well hehe) and spend the night to be fresh and happy in the morning”

The bedroom. Of course. You rolled your eyes at his dirty joke and went back into the house, to go upstairs again. When you got into the bedroom, you could already see the last letter laying there on the bed. ‘How was I not able to see that, when I got in here?’, was the thought going through your head. This one though looked different - it was fancier

“Ever since the first day I met you, I knew you were something else - someone special. I’m thankful for every single day that I get to spend with you and your amazing personality. I promise you to love you forever and I’m terribly sorry for every doubt and concern I ever made you have in our love. Please go back outside to the pretty fairy lights and meet me. I missed you.”

The tears had already started pouring out of your eyes, but that didn’t stop you from running downstairs, to go outside, again almost slipping again on the stairs. As you got to the back door, you were able to see Jake standing under the tree with his hands in his pocket. You couldn’t control your excitement anymore and just ran up to him, jumping into his arms and wrapping your legs around him, making him almost tip over, but he held you. He held you tight, never wanting to let you go again. You got back onto your feet but kept holding him close and burying your face into his chest, due to your height difference

“I missed you so much”, you were still crying.

He had his face nuzzled into the top of your head, plastering it with small kisses

“I missed you too, but I’m here now... There is something I have to tell you-well ask you...”

You slowly started to let go of him and both of you started looking into each other's eyes with so much passion and love, a blind person could have sensed it. He started while holding onto you by your shoulders

“I love you (Your Full Name) and I promise you, I will never let anything bad happen to you. No one will hurt you, I’m gonna make sure of that. Alright? You are the most important person in my life and I want to spend the rest of my life with you”, he took a small navy blue velvet box out his pockets and started to kneel down.

Oh my gosh. This is actually happening.

“To show you my love and prove you that we’re not falling out of love, I’m asking you... will you marry me?”

There you go! I hope all of you enjoyed it and thank you for taking your time to read it.

Of course special thanks to @sweeet-temptationn for sending this request!

Have a good day/night :)

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[gaysindistress]

Soldat - two

summary: After finally settling down in Louisiana with Sam, Bucky thinks he’s finally free. Unbeknownst to him, there’s an organization who’s mission is take out all enhanced individuals and he’s their next target

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (code name is Elv)

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, angst, guns, violence,

word count: 3.2k

Part 1 | master list

translations: they all come from google so if they’re wrong, please let me know!

Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte: Rest will come when evil is gone

dejevler: devils

Jeg snakker ikke med djevler. - I don’t speak with devils.

forbedret - enchanced

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

“She really said that?” Selje mumbles under her breath as she heaves up the enclosed metal ladder. 

“Yes! She’s going to try and take over so we need to make our move before the third day,” Bregne whisper yells as she climbs behind her. Elv is the last one up the ladder, not having said anything just yet. 

“What about,” Selje stops short to shove the hatch to the roof open, “tonight?” 

“Tonight? It’s too soon.” 

The women climb out of the ladder and onto the roof across from the dock that the target is said to frequent. 

“Is it though? Fjell is out scouting the house. We’re here exactly when the target is said to be here. It’s the perfect time,” Elv states as she takes out a pair of binoculars to survey the dock, searching for a specific boat. 

Selje looks over at Bregne with expecting eyes, “She makes a good point. We have the equipment to do it now.”

Tucking a strand of white hair behind her ear, she takes a few moments to think about their suggestion as they all begin their assessment. Elv spots the boat quickly, pointing the others into its direction. A tall, dark man, one they recognize as Sam Wilson, is onboard working and talking to an unseen person. 

“Wilson is here. The target should be here ,” she points out as she keeps searching for the flash of metal. 

“No, we can't do it now. We’re too exposed.” 

“I have eyes,” Elv says, her teammates immediately finding the target as well, “Now would be the best time. It would be a surprise and no one knows we’re here.” 

“We’re too exposed. No.” 

Elv rolls her eyes as she kneels down to pull out the file Kommandør Eik gave them. She flips it open to the picture of the target to compare to the man they spotted. She holds it up for the others, “Not an exact match but I think it’s him.” 

Selje’s thin tanned fingers pluck the photo away to examine it better. The wind whips the curled end of her braid down her back as she and Bregne debate if it is in fact a match. Reaching an agreement she hands the photo back and pulls the pistol from her side. 

“All I’m saying is that I could take the shot now.” 

“Elv will take the shot.” 

The mentioned woman turns slightly in her knee, rocks crunching as she does so, “We’re too far. We need to get closer and if you are thinking about doing it now, we need to have the target secluded. I saw children, it’s too risky.” 

“Damn it, fine. We get closer but if anyone gets an uneasy feeling, it’s off. We get out, understood?” 

Elv and Selje nod as they put their packs on again and head to the hatch. 

As they reach the bottom of the ladder, Bregne offers a few words of wisdom, “we split up but don’t lose sight of each other. Put in your ear pieces.” 

Doing as they’re told, the trio retrieve their ear pieces and place them. Bregne takes a sharp breath and gives a curt nod to the women before setting out. Selje takes Elv’s hand and gives it a tight squeeze as she heads off in a different direction. The last woman closes her eyes as the warm Louisiana sun hits her face. The sun is never this warm or inviting at the Voktere compound. Granted it’s in a cold country but there’s something different to this sun. She wishes that she could bask in the light for ages but Selje’s voice in her ear breaks her trance. 

“Target is on the move. Leaving the boat with Wilson.” 

Opening her eyes, she finds the two men a few yards away from her laughing together as they step off the boat. She can hear the deep resonating sound of his laugh of the noise of the dock. It stirs something in her but she ignores it as she steps back into the shadows of the warehouse. 

“Bregne, block off their path to the right. Selje, herd them back to the warehouse. It’s our best option,” Elv orders the women as she drops her pack and checks herself for weapons; two pistols with silencers at her side, knives in her boots and waistband, and brass knuckles in her pocket. 

They confirm her orders, giving her updates as the two men get closer and closer to her. 

“Incoming. Five seconds until they’re passing you.” 

She draws one gun and tucks against the wall as she hears the men’s voices growing louder and louder. 

“I don’t know man, I think the kids are starting to like me better.” 

“No no that’s not fair! You’re a walking jungle gym with your arm!” 

“Selje push.” 

A sudden collision disrupts the conversation as the two men stumble into the warehouse with Selje pretending to apologize for falling into them. 

“Hey it’s okay,” the target flashes a stunning smile at her. 

Sam smiles as well, asking if she is okay. Selje shoots a look over their shoulders to Elv as she assures them she’s fine. Elv levels her gun at him as she steps out of the shadows and Bregne quickly whips into the door and shuts it. 

The men share a confused look seeing the two before them. 

“Uh Buck do you know these women?” 

“No, you?”

“Nope.” 

“Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte,” Elv states as she pulls the trigger. In a flash of metal and sunlight, Bucky stops the bullet from hitting Sam and rips the gun from her hand. The other two launch themselves at Sam who is quick to defend himself. 

Elv reaches to grab her second gun however Bucky grabs her arm, twisting it to a painful angle and drops her to her knees. She yanks the blades in her waistband out and slashes his tigh. He releases an angry yell and drops her arm, allowing her to scramble to her feet and successfully grab her gun. When he looks back up, it’s leveled with his face even though Elv is heaving from the frustration of being bested so quickly. Sam, on the other hand, has managed to knock Bregne to the ground and is attempting to do the same to Selje. 

“Who are you?” His steel blue eyes are harsh as they stare into her, the hatred she feels for him matched in his eyes. 

“You are a djevler, an abomination,” she spits at him. 

“Bucky I need your help here,” Sam yells out as he lands a particularly hard blow to Selje, sending her to the ground. Her soft cry causes a moment's distraction in Elv and Bucky takes the opportunity to break off the silencer, rendering the weapon useless.

“I’m a little busy here,” he grunts as he shoves her back. Stumbling back, she removes the other knives and runs at him. He kicks her squarely in the chest, sending her flying back again. Satisfied that she’s down for at least a few seconds, he turns and yanks Selje back from Sam. His metal arm whirls as he throws her to the ground, hand over her throat as he kneels on her chest to keep her pinned. 

“Who are you?” he asks again as she struggles under him, fingers clawing and legs kicking. 

“Djevel,” she hisses as he presses harder. 

“I don’t know what that means. Just tell me who you are?” 

Bregne tries to tackle him off of Selje but Sam has her on the ground in the same position. 

“Fjell,” she gasps out to Elv who is trying to recover her breathing a few hundred feet away, “Call Fjell.” 

Coughing, she clicks on the ear piece to send a signal out to the secondary team. 

“Hold up, who the hell are you guys?” Bucky  yells out again, hoping someone will tell him what’s going on. 

His only response is Selje spitting at him which earns her a punch hard enough to knock her out. Her struggling stills and he gets off of her to move into Elv as she crawls backwards to get away. 

As he stalks towards her, she can see Sam knock out Bregne and walk towards her as well. Her weapons are scattered across the room, none within reach which is somber thought for the Voktere woman as the men corner her. 

Bucky leans down to grab her by the foot and yanks her towards him. 

“I’m going to ask only one time; who are you and who is Fjell?” 

“More are coming,” she mutters, feeling the metal hand tighten its grip on her ankle and nearly crushes it. 

“How many?” 

“Five.” 

“Get up,” he orders as he lets go of her ankle and stands. 

When she doesn’t move, he roughly grabs her arm and hauls her up. She braces herself for a hit when he moves his hand up to her face but it never comes and instead feels him pull her earpiece out to crush it. 

“You’re taking her?” Sam questions as they walk out of the warehouse. 

“Yeah I would like to know why people are trying to kill us.” 

Sam looks over Elv and takes in her dirty state, clothes covered in dirt and braid coming undone. He notices the tattoo that is peaking out from under her sleeve and makes a note to ask about that when they’re in a safer place. 

Until then the men focus on getting the hell out before the other five show up. 

Elv isn't quite sure where she is. It doesn’t look like any of the properties in the file and she was blindfolded for the drive. What she does know is that she’s tied to a chair with the two men who kidnapped her standing in front of her, talking to each other. 

“They kept saying Djevel, do you know what that means?” Sam asks Bucky. 

“No but I’m guessing it’s not a good thing,” Bucky sees her shift in her chair out of the corner of his eye and turns to face her, “What does Djevel mean?” 

“Devil,” she spits out again as she struggles against her restraints. 

“What language?” 

She stops for a second, “Jeg snakker ikke med djevler.” 

I don’t speak with devils. 

“That's helpful,” Sam scoffs from beside Bucky. 

“You ask her.” 

“Me?” 

“No, I was talking to the other person here. Of course I’m talking to you. Ask her.” 

Sam side eyes Bucky for his comment, “What language?” 

Her eyes shift between the two men, “Untie me and I’ll let you.” 

“You’re funny. No, I'm not doing that. Tell me what language you’re speaking and what you said when you attacked us.” 

“Untie me and I’ll tell you,” she repeats, starting hard and only at Sam. 

“Answer my questions first and I’ll think about it.” 

She leans back into her chair, attempting to appear unbothered and comfortable. The Vokete are to never speak to their targets or reveal any information about themselves and she’s already broken the speaking rule so she’s resorted to the silent treatment until she can figure out a better plan. Her earpiece is gone so there's no way for her team of Fjell’s to track her. The only weapons she has now are the ones tucked into her boots but with her arms tied to the chair, she can’t exactly reach them. The strange stir from earlier makes an appearance again as she looks over Bucky. She’s given the chance to take in every detail she can without it causing a distraction, easily passed off as her sizing him up. She notices the way he holds himself, strong and soldier-like, and how he’s always on alert. His body is tense and ready to act any movement unlike how he was on the dock earlier. Before his laugh took over his body, relaxing any stress he might have felt. He was at ease and happy even before but now his eyes are dark, blue irises storming with the anger and frustration he feels towards her. Now she can see the stubble that had grown during his freedom and how he wears a cropped haircut, not long enough to be the Winter Soldier again but Bucky through and through. Having seen a picture of him from every possible decade, he is considerably more handsome now, freedom and happiness doing wonders for him. A piece of her deep down hurts to know that she caused another human such strife and anguish but the Voktere in her drowns that thought as quickly as it arose. 

“Who is Fjell?” Sam asks, breaking her staring trance. 

“No answers until I’m free.” 

“We’re not going to get anywhere with her. Let’s go,” Bucky says, hand on Sam’s bicep to guide him out of the room. Her eyes widen at the suggestion and she struggles again at the idea that they’re going to just leave her there. They see her struggling but don’t mention it as they start out of the room. They make it out of the door and shut it before she lets out a defeated sigh. 

Sam pops his head back in the door, “ready to talk?” 

“Only to you. I won’t speak to the dejevel.” 

Nodding he steps back and Bucky leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his t-shirt clad chest. The leather of his jacket stretches over his arms, accentuating the muscles that lay below. 

“Who is Fjell?” 

“She’s the captain of the second team, five of them as I said earlier.” 

“Who are you?” 

“Me or us?” 

“What? Who are you and who were the girls before?” 

“I can’t tell you my name or theirs.” 

“Why not?” He rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms to match Bucky’s stance. 

“We’re not allowed to.” 

“Okay then what organization are you a part of?” 

“I can’t tell you that either.” 

“Then what can you tell me?” 

She shakes her head to throw the hair that’s come loose from her braid, “We were sent on a mission to terminate the Winter Soldier. The second team will have found the others by now so if you want to survive, I suggest you let me go and run.” 

“Who sent you?” Bucky’s impatience got the best of him as he spoke up from behind Sam. 

“Jeg snakker ikke med djevler,” she repeats. 

I will not speak with devils.

“Who sent you?” Sam is the one to pose the question. 

“I don’t know. It was anonymous.” 

“So you’re telling us that you’re a part of some organization that was hired to kill the Winter Soldier but you don’t know who it was, can’t say anything about your organization, and you all speak some uncommon language. Let me know if I missed anything.”

“Like I said, the other team will be on their way here so if you,” she narrows her eyes at Sam, “want to survive, you need to leave. There is no hope for the dejevel.”

Sam rotates ever so slightly to look at the other man, “What if I told you he isn’t the winter soldier anymore?”

Wrinkling her nose at the mention of the Winter Soldier, she considers the idea for a moment, “It wouldn’t matter. Our intel says he is forbedret so the directive is still the same; termination.”

“What does that mean,” Sam takes a second to try and recreate the word she just said, stumbling over it as he does so, “forbedret?”

“Enhanced.”

“What does your intel say about me?” Bucky’s voice is smaller than before, almost as if it’s unsteady and if he spoke any louder, it would break. 

“It contains many things; your service with the 107th Infantry Regiment, Hydra, the Winter Soldier. The only important thing that it says is that you are forbedret and djevler are not safe for this world,” she utters with loathing and malice from her position in the chair, “Mr. Wilson I suggest you leave. Time is not on your side and while our mission does not allow for the killing of humans, we will if they get in the way.”

The words slice deep into Bucky, sending him mentally to the ground at the idea that there are people who want him dead because of the serum that he didn’t even want. All of his years working to reverse the damage that he felt he caused during his time as the Winter Soldier means nothing to this woman or the people she works for. No matter how hard he works to relieve himself of that burden, there will be people sent after him. No matter how free he thinks he is, he will never truly be free. 

Sam is saying his name over and over again and he has to shake his head to come back to reality, “What’s the plan? I don’t think we should leave her but we can’t take her.”

Pushing off of the frame, his boots make loud stomps as he strides towards the woman. He drops his hands on top of her bound wrists to lean towards her, forcing her to be flush with the chair. There is no escaping his dispassionate gaze as he’s merely inches from her now. 

“I broke your tracker back in the warehouse,” he tells her, “They would’ve been here by now if they were coming.”

The physical disgust is written across her face as he invades her space, “I have more than one tracker.”

“No you don’t. If you think you know me so well, you’d know I can tell when you’re lying. I can hear your heartbeat and your breathing pattern.”

She doesn’t say a word, eyes fleeting darting down to his plump lips and then back up to his eyes. The action isn’t lost on him, creating a smirk as he maintains the close distance between them. 

“Where are your other weapons?”

“My boots.”

He kneels down in front of her, taking a knife out of her boot to slice the ropes around her ankles and removing the remaining knives. Tossing them aside, he goes to cut the ropes around her wrist, pausing before he does it to say, “When I cut you loose, I better not feel a knife against my throat.”

Mumbling ‘no promises’ under her breath, she gingerly brings her hands up to her chest after he cuts the ropes but doesn't move from his position on the ground in front of her. She rubs the raw skin of her wrist, slightly pushing the fabric of her sleeve up to reveal the tattoo Sam had spotted earlier. The bottom of the famed two wolves peaks from under her sleeve and his eyes zero on it. The metal hand grips her wrist and tugs it forward as the flesh hand pulls up her sleeve to show the full tattoo: the heads of two wolves facing away from each other with the sun and moon in their mouths. 

“You’re Voktere,” he states as he leers at the tattoo. 

Elv tries to yank her arm from his grip but the metal hand is far stronger than she is. 

“How do you know who we are?”

“You’re not the first team sent after me,” he says as he drops her arm and stands, “but you will be the last. Up. We’re going to your compound.”

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Soldat - three

summary: After finally settling down in Louisiana with Sam, Bucky thinks he’s finally free. Unbeknownst to him, there’s an organization who’s mission is take out all enhanced individuals and he’s their next target

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (code name is Elv)

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, angst, guns, violence,

word count: 2.6k

Part 2 | master list

translations: they all come from google so if they’re wrong, please let me know!

Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte: Rest will come when evil is gone

dejevler: devils

Jeg snakker ikke med djevler. - I don’t speak with devils.

forbedret - enchanced

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

How one comes to be a Voktere is a gray area. They are not like the Widows, children stolen from poor families but they are also not willing participants. Most are descendants of those who were harmed by the dejevler, seeking retribution for their lost loved ones. As generations pass and original causes are forgotten, the Voktere of today have no memory of what life is like without the organization, their only life experiences being within the Voktere code and life. Born into the life, Elv is the prime example of this; her great grandfather had been murdered by a dejevler and his wife sought out the Voktere to avenge his death, pledging their offspring to an eternity of labor for the leaders of the world. All day every day, she’s a therapist, mother, maid, nymph, then a virgin, nurse and a servant. She is just an appendage that lives to attend to the leaders of the Voktere but she knows no other way. The weight of her reality weighs on her as the car rolls down the highway and she’s left to wonder if she’s just another pawn.

Why hadn’t Fjell shown up? 

Why hadn’t Selje or Bregne shown up?

Why was she in this car, being taken to gods know where?

Why wasn’t she saved?

Did she really mean nothing?

Bucky had convinced Sam to stay in Delacroix as they head to New Orleans for Norway, leaving just him and the woman that seemed to hate him with all of her being. Of course it hadn’t gone down without a fight; Sam demanded to come but Bucky refused, asserting that this was something that he needed to do alone. Seeing the determination in his eyes, his friend conceded and let him leave alone. However without Sam, Elv had gone back to only speaking with only absolutely necessary, still holding her vow seriously albeit wavering. 

The other question that swirls around her head is how did he know where the compound is or is he bluffing until she tells him? Curiosity gets the better of her and it spills out before she can stop it. 

“How do you know where our compound is?”

There’s a flash of surprise in his cerulean eyes at her question but it quickly fades as he replies without taking them off the road, “It’s not that hard to find.”

“How much do you know about us?”

“Enough.”

Narrowing her eyes at him, she steels herself so she doesn’t lose her mind with his short answers. 

“Define enough.”

“Now it’s acceptable to talk to a dejevel?” The word taunts her as it rolls off his tongue, a hint of mischief is evident in his eyes as he takes a quick look at her. 

Frustration rises in her throat, threatening to tear its way out but she knows better than to let her emotions get the best of her no matter how on edge he makes her. Being in close proximity to him is clipping away at her resolve, piece by piece as he becomes more human to her. The more she notices about him, the less she sees him as the Winter Soldier and with this shift, the mission directive of termination is becoming increasingly harder to maintain. She was taught to never speak to the targets because it does this; it humanizes them and makes it harder to carry out the mission. Never has she made this mistake but there’s something about him that makes her want to get closer to him and she’s going to deny it as long as she can. 

“Only when you claim to know about us,” she mutters, staring out the window to watch the landscape around them pass by. 

He doesn’t respond right away, letting the silence create tension again before answering her previous question, “I know enough that if I don’t finish this now, I’ll be running for the rest of my life.”

“You plan to wipe out all Voktere?”

“No.”

“Then what is your plan?”

“Can’t tell you that just yet. All you need to know is that it includes you getting us inside the compound.”

She rolls her eyes at the idea, “They won’t let me in if they know you took me. They’ll shoot us on the spot.”

“That’s your problem to figure out.”

The car is consumed by silence once again, each rider contemplating how to best the other. The drive to New Orleans is not long, only lasting about an hour or so but it doesn’t stop the tension from growing to a suffocating level. Relief washes over her as they roll to a stop on a private airstrip and she’s able to open the door, taking in the fresh air. A man appears at the side of one of the three planes and approaches the car. An uneasy feeling rises in her chest as he gets closer and is not eased by the look of familiarity that fills Bucky’s face. The two men greet each other in mild excitement as they speak with hushed tones. Elv can’t hear anything they’re saying, only able to assume that they’re talking about the plane and her. Her assumption is correct when she hears her name come from Bucky’s mouth and he makes a motion with his head in her direction. 

“How quickly can we get to their compound?”

The unnamed man sucks in a breath between clenched teeth, “With a standard plane, maybe 15-16 hours but I might have something that would get you there faster.”

He leads Bucky towards the hanger and opens the large door to reveal an all too familiar aircraft; a quinjet. 

“This could get you there in about half of the time and under the radar.”

The blank look on Bucky’s face is telling of how he feels about the quinjet, “Do I want to know how you got one?”

“Better to not ask questions, so do you want it?”

The side eye the unnamed man receives is his answer and he claps his hand together as he says, “Great! I’m guessing you know how to fly it.”

“Yes,” is Bucky’s one word answer as he waves a hand for Elv to join them. 

As she makes her way to the two men, she recognizes the unnamed man as a popular supplier among her previous targets. It seems as though he recognizes her as well from the way he shrinks slightly when she comes to stand by Bucky. She wants to revel in the discomfort she brings him except the feeling of cold metal on her back freezes her threat as she’s softly nudged towards the sleek aircraft. No other words are exchanged as they climb aboard and take their seats in the cockpit. He hands her a headset as he begins to prepare the quinjet for take off, flipping on many switches and pushing various buttons as it awakens. 

“Hello Sergeant Barnes,” the quinjet’s system announces. 

A smile graces his face at the name as he puts on his own headset. 

“Ready?” cracks through her headset and makes her jump slightly from the sudden sound. 

That deep laugh from the dock comes shortly after and she sharply inhales as that feeling takes over her body as the jet creeps forward and out of the hangar. 

“Estimated time of arrival is 9 hours” the quinjet tells them. 

“You can sleep. I promise to not kill you in your sleep,” Bucky tells Elv, a slight smirk across his lips as the jet begins to take off. 

“I’ll take my chances with fatigue.”

“Are all Voktere stubborn?”

With her eyes closed because of the turbulence from taking off, she can’t see the way he looks over at her in concern and checks over her for signs of distress. She can see the way he relaxes when he doesn’t find anything and returns to leveling out the jet. 

“If by stubborn you mean devoted then yes.”

“Devotion is really just blind following.”

Even though she’s said she would rather take her chances with fatigue, she had drifted off with her head resting against the side of the seat. The faint flashing lights of the console is what finally wakes her. Sitting up in her seat, she tries to make it look like she wasn’t sleeping. 

“I kept my promise, didn’t I?” There’s that charming smirk again as he checks on her. 

“Maybe you wanted to see the life drain from my eyes,” she stifles a yawn, “make the kill enjoyable.” 

“Jesus you’re morbid.” 

“Comes with the territory. How much longer?” 

The quinjet answers for her, stating her real name as it responds with 4 hours remaining. 

Bucky muses over the sound of her name and repeats it, syllables rolling off in a way that’s too pleasing to her ear. Half expecting a punch or snide remark, he tries it again and this time he makes sure he’s looking at her. There’s tension in her jaw, evident in the way the muscle contracts when he says her name. Her breathing hitches as well, breaking her usually steady and otherwise undetectable breathing pattern. The trained heartbeat skips causing an irregular harmony under his watchful eye. 

“How does it know me?” she utters under her breath, internally begging her body to regain control. 

“I think it’s programmed to recognize everyone.” 

“I am not traceable. It’s impossible,” she asserts a little louder. 

“Clearly not.”

“The Voktere are not known to the public, our people are ghosts among humans. It is impossible for this machine to know my name,” her voice grows louder but she says it  more to herself. 

“That’s what you’re taught but it’s not true. The Voktere are the same as the Widows; agents trained for the greed of others.” 

Her brows furrowed in confusion at his word as she tried to reason within herself, “No we are an ancient order. We were created to protect the human race.” 

“Do you remember your parents?”

“What?” 

He repeats his question with a knowing look. 

Stumbling over her words, she racks her brain for memories of her parents, grandparents, anything. Nothing comes to her mind, only the motto she loves by; Hvilen kommer når ondskapen er borte. 

“No.” 

“Do you remember why you became a Voktere?” 

“My great grandfather was murdered and his wife joined to avenge him.”

Letting go of a deep sigh, he begins his unraveling of her world, “Thats what you’ve been told. The Voktere is an older sect of Hydra, created to capture anyone that could create the super soldier serum. After Hydra made the serum, they shifted their mission to keeping the soldiers to check. When Hydra fell, a woman named Labrenda Eik took over and made all of the remaining Voktere into super soldiers. She wanted to make an army of them but knew she needed to remove any threats hence why you go on missions.”

The revelation is mind boggling to Elv who is having a difficult time even listening to what he’s saying. It can’t possibly be true that Kommandør Eik of all people created the very thing they’ve been taught to protect humans from. 

However he isn’t finished, “You go through the same torture I did; constant brainwashing to be the perfect weapon. There’s a reason why you can’t remember anything but your training; that’s what she wants.” 

“Do you really expect me to believe you?”

“Why would I lie?”

“To get me on your side.” 

“Think about it more; why would I lie to you?” 

So she does. She searches her brain for anything that would prove him wrong, a memory, a face, anything at all. Just as before she doesn’t find anything, only the implanted origin story of her great grandfather and her upbringing in Voktere training. There’s nothing familiar about her memories of her family, they replay like scenes from a movie she’s watched too many times. While she struggles internally, Bucky is keeping a close eye on her, monitoring her vitals as she begins to show signs of distress. Calling her name does nothing to bring her back so he places a hand on her knee to ground her in reality. 

The touch shocks her, forcing a gasp and ragged breathing as she stares at it. Even though her mind is telling her to remove it, her body leans into the touch and relaxes. 

“I’m forbedret.” 

“No you’re human. You are a person,” his kind words are the final crack in her resolve as tears begin to spill freely down her cheeks. 

Bucky presses a few buttons and confirms with the quinjet that yes he wants it on autopilot. He gets up and kneels behind her chair, gently pulling it so she is facing him. The clasps of her seatbelt are undone with it being the only thing that was keeping her upright, she drops forward and into Bucky who catches her. Curling her arms under his and around his shoulders, she lets out of her stress, frustration, anger, and pain into his shoulder, the cold of the metal seeping through his shirt and onto her cheek. Years of being the perfect soldat, the perfect follower, the perfect daughter to an organization that was using her were let out in her tears. The weight of simply existing as a Voktere could never be fully lifted from her shoulders just as the weight of being the Winter Soldier could never leave his. With time, as he has learned, the weight does lighten and your old self does return. While she may not have an old self to return to, she would be able to create a new identity, one where Elv would be forgotten and her name would be the only thing people knew her as. 

“It’s okay Doll,” whispered into her hair as her tears started to slow. Drawing back but not enough to leave his embrace, she wipes her face with the sides of her hands.

“What are you going to do to Kommandør Eik?”

His thumbs rub her arms as he thinks about how to answer, “Does she carry a notebook around with her?”

“A notebook?”

“Yeah she’s always carrying it, never leaves it unattended. Have you ever seen what’s inside?”

Her nose wrinkles from the crying as she replies, “There’s one in her office that doesn’t leave. She left it open one time but closed it before I could really see anything.” 

“What did it say?”

“Um,” she’s rubbing her temple while trying to remember what exactly she saw, “I think it was a list but I can’t remember what it said.”

“That’s fine. When we get to the compound, I need you to get to her office and find that notebook. That list is a list of trigger words to restart you but there should be a second list to release all of your memories. Once you find the notebook, say the second list over the intercom and you should be able to release all of the Voktere who hear.”

“What about Eik?”

“I’ll handle that but do you understand what I need from you?” He's holding her shoulders tightly now to convey just how serious he’s being. She nods once to confirm that she understands. 

“Good,” he smiles at her, wrinkles showing up around his eyes that give him a softer appearance and warms her heart. She wants to reach out and trace them, get to know every line that graces his features and find out the many stories that led to those smile lines. Another time she tells herself as he lets her go and gets to his feet to fly the quinjet again. Buckling her seat, she spins back around with the memory of his smile forever replaying in her head. 

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