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mortifiedatbeingknown · 8 months

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"Kind Restraints"

Masterpost:

"M-master?"

She placed a bookmark on the book she was reading and looked up, trying to stifle her surprise. This was the first time her poor guest had ever gathered the courage to approach her so directly. She didn't want to scare him off.

"What is it?" She asked gently. "What can I help you with?"

The man peeked out from behind the partly opened door. With a shuddering sigh, he shoved it open and stumbled into her room, falling to his knees. "Master, p-please…"

"I'm listening." She assured.

"Master, this slave, this pet…" His hands dug into the carpet, as he fought to keep his voice steady. "This pet w-w-would like…"

A pause. His shoulders were trembling. "...this p-pet would…." The final words were so soft she couldn't catch them.

"Please." She didn't like using orders, but it was the fastest way of soothing his nerves during tricky situations. "Speak up. I'll try my best to get you what you need."

Another pause this time accompanied by a gulp. "This pet… would like to beg, Master."

"Beg?" The question was out of her lips before she could stop it. "What for?"

"For…for a privilege, my master. A privilege this pet m-might not have yet earned."

"I've told you, you don't have to earn anything in this house." When her guest flinched, she softened her tone. "You don't have to worry about that. What do you need?"

In response, the man raised his wrists to her.

"Please. A-allow this pet the privilege of being restrained."

She shouldn't have been surprised. She'd been around her guest long enough to both understand and expect the cruel ways in which his mind had been twisted and conditioned. And yet…

"You want me to tie you up?"

She couldn't hide the shock in her voice. The man flinched and cowered back. "S-sorry! Sorry, sorry, th-th-this pet should have never–"

"Wait!" She called just before he could vanish back into the shadows. The man froze, one hand on the door knob, regarding her like a rabbit watching a swooping hawk.

"I-I'm not mad or anything, just…why?"

"B-because…" The man croaked. "It tried, Master, please! It really tried! B-but this pet needs to sleep, t-t-to best serve you."

"You can't sleep?" She asked stupidly, noticing as if for the first time his sickly pallor, the bags under his eyes.

"U-unless this pet is under proper restraint. It is…hard, Master."

And it wasn't for lack of trying, that she knew. She could hear him toss and turn every night, only to cheerfully announce that he was well rested the next morning.

In a way, hearing him confess was almost relieving.

But, then…what was she to do?

She didn't want to tie him up, first things first. Her poor guest already had enough trouble associating himself as a pet and not as a human, and the last thing she wanted was to enforce any of that conditioning. It should have been as simple as that.

And yet…

This was the first time he had ever asked for anything. Clearly this was important to him. And if she said no? There was a very real chance he'd never do something like this again. She wanted him to feel like his voice mattered here, that his requests would be listened to. And if it would help him sleep…

No. No! What was she thinking? How could she even consider something like that?

The man sniffled, and his quiet sobs brought her back to the present. "The pet is sorry to be a bother." He whispered, slowly moving to close the door.

"Wait!"

It was more of a reflex than anything. She didn't know exactly what she was going to say next. But the way her guest looked to her, the absolute hope in his eyes… it made her heart ache.

With a single, smooth motion, she swung her legs over the edge of her bed and stood up. "Follow me," she said, and her guest was only too happy to comply.

She'd noticed that she tended to carry herself rather oddly around her guest. Every move was slow and exaggerated, clearly telegraphed so that he would know exactly what she was going to do and where she was going to step next. It probably just made her look ridiculous, but if there was the slightest chance of it putting him at ease…

The two of them paused in front of the sewing room, or rather, her guest hesitated and she followed suit, mentally kicking herself for leaving her scissors and pincushions splayed about for the world to see. She already knew her guest had a fear of sharp objects; his scars were clear evidence of that. How hard was it for her to clean up?!

With a sigh, she turned to face him, only to find him pale and shivering. His eyes were trained on the floor, hands clenched into fists.

Stand tall, firm voice.

“You are not in trouble.” She told him. His posture didn’t relax, so she tried again.

“You’re not being punished. I’m just here to pick out a suitable binding, like you asked. You don’t even have to come in if you don’t want to. Is that alright?”

No response. Wherever his mind was, it was a million miles away from here. She hated to leave him, but if it helped…

“I’ll be right back.” She promised. In three seconds, any potential weapons were tucked into drawers or hidden behind the sewing machine, and she was lugging back an overstuffed plastic container packed with fabric scraps to present to her terrified houseguest.

“Could you open this for me, please?” She asked as she set the bin in front of him.

In seconds, his eyes had cleared and focused. Giving in order was a handy trick to getting him to calm down, sure, but asking a request? That was like pure magic. No matter how small, it was an opportunity to prove himself useful, and her guest jumped at every chance he got. In two clicks, the lid was open, and he was awaiting her approval, which she was always happy to give.

“Thank you.” She tapped at a spot on the floor next to her. “Could you put that lid down here, please?” Another request, easy to follow, easy to obey, just like her guest liked it. When the lid was safely placed, he was practically glowing.

“Thank you again. Now, let’s see…”

Her guest watched as she rummaged through the container. She kept one eye on him, one eye on the fabrics as she searched for something that would do. He didn’t seem particularly anxious, especially once he’d realized everything in the box was soft to the touch, but there was that ever-present tinge of apprehension that had to be treated carefully. She gave him an encouraging smile, and then, her fingers felt it.

There.

It was only a spare length of ribbon, a scrap left over from a dress she’d sewn one of her nieces, but it was soft, it unknotted easily, and it was long enough to easily bind his wrists with plenty of room to spare. She presented it with a smile, only to have her pet look at it, confused.

What is it? He seemed to want to say, though it appeared his earlier confrontation with her had sucked any remaining courage from his tongue. She didn’t push it.

“Will this work for what you want?” She asked. It was an easy yes-or-no question, should he wish to nod or shake his head. Her guest did neither, only offering his wrists in the same motion she had seen when he was at the door to her room.

All right, then…

It was trickier than she anticipated, tying in such a way that was tight enough to not slip off right away, while loose enough that he could wriggle free if he wished. Even trickier was to find a way in which it did not irritate any of his previous scars, particularly the chafed wrists that were only now starting to heal over. When she was done, she showed it to her guest, who nodded appreciatively.

“Th-thank you.” He whispered, a tear running down his cheek. “Y-y-you have given this pet a great gift, Master.”

“Don’t mention it.” She said, looking away uncomfortably. She didn’t want to be thanked for this. She didn’t even know if this had been the right thing to do. Yes, it made her guest happy, but only because this was the treatment he was used to. He didn’t yet know that he deserved so much more.

And was she helping in that regard? Or only hurting him worse?

She packed the bin back up with a sigh. What was done was done.

She could only hope this helped him sleep well tonight.

“It doesn’t hurt does it?” She asked worriedly, casting one more critical eye over the bindings.

“No.” Her guest breathed. His eyes glanced up to hers in a flash of anxiety. “Is it m-m-meant to?”

“No!” Her answer was so forceful it caused her guest to jump back and nearly lose his balance. “Sorry. But no, it’s…it’s not. I just did it to make you feel safe.”

“Th-then this pet feels very safe.” Her guest remarked, staring up in an adoration so complete it twisted her stomach. “Thank you again. Y-you do not know how much this means to it.”

“You don’t have to keep it on though, you know? You can take it off at any time if it's uncomfortable.”

To her surprise, her guest laughed, a ghost of a chuckle that vanished before she could be truly sure what the sound was. “M-master, you took such care with it.” He said. “ How could it ever be uncomfortable?”

#whump #whump writing #whumpee #whump drabble #oneshot

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secret-smut-sideblog · 2 months

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It Will Come Back

Astarion x F! Tav

(Girl Talk part 2)

18+ implied trauma, talks of death, drinking, possessiveness, feelings developing, vulnerability, blood drinking, sub/dom, gender play, grinding, strap on use, penetration (m!), prostate orgasm, tenderness

Their shared night has been tormenting him, after staking his claim he found himself needing to be near her. And after a night of drinking, seeing her with someone else, he had to have her again...

Part 1

He was mid wipe of his bloody mouth but was now frozen on the treeline, her voice shouting out into the night.

Though he knew the Underdark would have been much easier he was grateful that she had chosen the Mountain Pass. He already was able to find plentiful wildlife.

When Halsin had insisted that going underground was the better route he saw her body go rigid. Closing her eyes briefly. Taking a steadying breath out.

"I know the Underdark, its... lethal. We're taking the high ground." Her voice uncharacteristically stern. Tone clear, this was not a discussion.

Karlach had reached out to take her shoulder in a reassuring grip and pulled back at the last second, remembering her heat. A sadness in her eyes.

Now, in the darkness of camp she was bolted upright from her trance. "No!" Hand flying to her chest. Her shout breaking the air.

He stepped forward, uncertain.

But Karlach awoke, sitting up quickly. Coming to her side, kneeling next to her as close as possible without scorching.

"You're okay, love." She reassured. "Just a bad dream."

Tav looked up at her tearfully. Hand still pressed hard to her chest. Rubbing back and forth. "Oh Gods, they're starting again."

Shaking her head, looking deep in Karlach's eyes. As if the sight of her could erase whatever she woke from.

"I get those too, soldier. Some nightmares stick. Miserable things that they are." Reaching for her arm again, pulling away frustrated. "Gods I wish I could touch you."

Tav smiled, sitting up. Leaning towards her. "I want that too. We'll catch Dammon on the way, don't worry."

"You want to talk about your dream?" Karlach asked quietly.

"Not really, but it might help." She sighed.

He suddenly felt like he was intruding, staring down at them. Though he did want to console her he was hopeless at that kind of thing.

She froze for a second, turning her head.

"Ah, what did I tell you about trying to sneak up on me?" She smiled, catching him in her peripheral.

"Apologies, I was just coming back from hunting. I'll head back to my tent, but do carry on." He quipped. Chest tight.

"Actually, I dont mind you staying." She shrugged. "Believe it or not your company is very welcome."

He really considered it, but he had been avoiding her since that night and this was far too intimate.

"I appreciate that, but I'll have to decline. Do tell me if you need any hands on help though. Goodnight, sweet things."

His tent wasn't far and he was glad of it. Moving on light feet and closing the flap behind him. Sitting with his back against the entrance.

Their voices were faint but his keen ears were sharper. Their conversation picking back up after a moment.

"Gods I really thought they had gone away. But that fucking dream visitor..." The venom in her voice surprising him.

"It looked like her. My sister." Low now, he could barely pick it up. "Whatever that thing is it isnt afraid to play dirty."

"I didn't know you had a sister." Karlach's voice soft.

"A twin. We're identical." A tired sigh. "She's dead. Has been for, Gods, at least a decade. Even in my long life I dont know if it'll ever feel real."

"I'm so sorry, love." Karlach's voice low and mournful. Moving into a whisper.

He picked at the seam of his pants, suddenly feeling guilty. Given how self assured she was he hadn't even considered that she might have a troubled past. They all had their weight to bear, it seems.

Sitting still in the morning light he felt at peace. Or as close to peace as he could manage. The sun warming him through.

He soaked it in greedily, making up for 200 years of lost time. If he was a religious man he would pray to the morning god Lathandar, but the Gods weren't worth the praise.

"Morning, Star." She yawned, passing in front of his tent.

He squinted his eyes open, something he regretted immediately.

In the morning light her long red hair glowed, out of it's crown braid falling in cascades down her back. The grey ochre of her skin picking up hues of pink and a smattering of freckles he had never noticed before across her nose. Eyes dark and light in equal measure, the subtle ring of green in the white around her pupil contrasting sharply with her red hair.

She looked like an oil painting come to life.

Realizing he was staring he cast his eyes to the treeline.

Too late, she saw. Of course she did.

She smiled, coming to sit down next to him.

"Hungry?" She asked easily, holding up her wrist. Still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

He stared at it, the soft flesh, the vein blue underneath. Her long fingers curled back elegantly.

"Before you've had your breakfast? How ravenous do you take me for?"

"Oh my heart, I am such a wilted flower I couldnt possibly stand such trials! Oh watch me wither away before your very eyes!" She held the back of her hand to her forehead, leaning back dramatically.

He smiled, despite himself. "I thought you nobility types were of a softer constitution." Taking her wrist gingerly in his fingers.

"Maybe on the surface. In the Underdark its kill or be killed. If you haven't had an assassination against you by the time you learn to walk you're considered a failure." She laughed, but he wasnt sure if she was exaggerating.

"Well I am a little peckish..." He mused.

He wasn't. He had a full meal last night. But the draw of her blood, being offered so easily. Gods she would be the second death of him.

He brushed his lips against the curve of her wrist, breathing in her scent. Apple, cayenne, vanilla. Gods he could get drunk on it.

He sank in as gentle as he could. Her blood bursting into his mouth. Trying to keep some sense of decorum as their companions milled around them. Resisting the urge to grip down and growl.

Vaguely aware of Shadowheart's disapproving sigh. "In front of my oatmeal?"

"Oh please, I know you'd want this too if you were sanguine." Tav smiled, unfazed. Sending her a sultry look.

He glanced up momentarily, seeing Shadowheart's blush at her flirting. Shooting him a quick cut with her eyes. Turning abruptly back to her bowl.

He felt a proud thrill in his chest. That's right, he was the one buried in her wrist. Suck it Shadowheart.

Tav tapped his forearm twice. "Going a little numb here, handsome."

He pulled off with a quiet gasp. "Apologies, I must have been more hungry that I realized." Lies. Lies upon lies.

Handsome, he turned that word over in his head. He wanted her to call him pretty.

Blinked in shock at his thoughts.

Gods this is why he had been avoiding her. That night had been haunting him. He had tried to push the intense pleasure she had milked out of him into the past. The way she had touched him, soft but commanding.

Her words playing on repeat in his mind in the late hours of the night.

"Such a good girl for me."

"You okay, Star?" Her voice low, squeezing his knee lightly.

He realized he hadn't released her wrist, his fingers still circled around her.

"Sorry darling, I'm a little off this morning." He leaned down and licked her wound closed.

Noticed her hand hadn't left his knee, her thumb rubbing back and forth gently. The touch lighting him, little trails of fire.

"Anything I could do to help?" Her voice going soft again.

Yes.

"No, but thank you for offering, sweet thing."

He patted her thigh good naturedly. "Now go get your breakfast. You've earned it."

"Well as long as I've earned it." She winked at him, rising gracefully to her feet. "See you later, beautiful."

Gods he wanted to kiss her. Hard.

Later in camp the mood was jovial. The day, though grueling, walking, always walking. Had turned out promising, closing in on the temple where the Creche is supposed to be.

Someone had opened a bottle of wine and the air was full of laughter and conversation.

Halsin had gotten out his lute and was strumming happily. Wyll stood and offered her his hand in a flourish. She smiled and took it graciously.

He led her in a light waltz and she followed easily, feet twisting and stepping with a practiced grace.

Astarion watched this from a fallen log and tried to hide the seethe in his face.

Why were they always all over her? Gods it felt like he turned his back and another suitor had stepped into place.

Didnt they know she was his?

He shook his head. He had too much wine. He was being ridiculous. He needed air.

Trudging away towards the water, feeling eyes on his back but he didn't care.

Kneeling down he splashed the water on his face. Get ahold of yourself.

Sitting back on his haunches he sighed, looking up at the night sky.

Her eyes slid over his vision, becoming two new stars.

"Brooding all by yourself?"

He couldn't stand it anymore, pulling her head down by the nape of her neck. Her soft mouth meeting his upside down.

She whimpered in surprise, then relaxed into him. Kissing him back in that soft exploring way he had craved.

He twisted under her, turning to face her. Pulling her down into his lap, wrapping his hand around the back of her head with a growl.

She straddled over him, already pulling at his camp shirt, taking it in a fist full. Moaning softly into his mouth. Allowing his tongue to push hot into her.

"My tent?" She whispered as she pulled away to get a breath, his mouth following, trying to get more.

He nodded, practically sprinting to feet. Taking her hand.

They took the long way around, sneaking into the warm cave of her temporary home.

Gods the air swam with her here. It was overwhelming.

She closed the flap behind them securely. Barely enough time and he was pulling at her clothes. Releasing her shirt from her leggings.

"Gods, Star. What brought this on?" She gasped as he laved his tongue up her neck. Pulling her shirt over her head and throwing it far in the corner.

"I cant stop thinking about it." He moaned, undoing the ties on her trousers with one hand. Falling to knees and yanking them down.

Looking up at her through his lashes. "Please touch me like that again."

She smiled, kneeling down to him. Gloriously naked, she reached up to the pins in her hair and released it. Falling behind her shoulders in a carmine wave. So beautiful it made his chest hurt.

He caught sight of a straight scar over her heart, ran his fingers softly over it.

She leaned forward, fingers stroking his cheek softly. Sliding her mouth against his warmly. "I've been thinking about it too."

Pulling his shirt free, angling over his shoulders. "You were so beautiful that night."

He moaned into her mouth as she came back to him. Already painfully aroused.

She pushed him back gently, trailing hot kisses along his neck. Untying his leathers with sure fingers. Pulling them down just far enough that his cock could spring free. Already dripping precum.

She leaned into him, sliding the hollow of her hip against his length. Rocking back and forth slowly. Leg straddled around his thigh he could feel her wetness. Her mouth on his neck so softly kissing and biting.

The pressure of her hip was so good. His head fell back, giving her more room to find him. Her fingers coming up to softly drag along his nipple. The pads teasing back and forth.

She began grinding down on him, her breath catching. Hip sliding harder into his cock.

"Please, more." He moaned.

She leaned back and spat a long trail of saliva on his cock. Pushing into him with her hip again. Looking deep in his eyes.

Oh Gods that almost sent him over.

She pinched and rolled his nipple in her hand. Wetting her fingers obscenely. Bringing them back down.

He whined, arching his chest. Pushing his hips up into her. So close.

"You know, I think your ready." She purred, her hands gone.

He opened his eyes to see her reaching for something. Leaving him to reach inside a chest.

She held up a harness with a faux cock attached. His eyes went wide.

Oh Gods, yes. He pulled off his leathers with haste.

He helped her get it on her hips, pulling down the buckles and straps. She wet it with the slick from her cunt, pumping down it.

"Come here to me." She whispered, sliding onto her back.

He straddled over her, heart racing.

Coming down to kiss at her chest, sliding one of her peaks into his mouth. Reveled in the little moan that left her.

She held the length steady for him as he slowly lowered down. His eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Take what you need. I want to see it." She murmured into his hair.

Sitting flush to her he felt the stretch inside him. Already so full. His body gripping down eagerly.

He began his ride, lifting his hips and rolling back down. His breath a strained gasping already. Gods it was heaven.

He looked down at her and saw how her hips rocked into him, gripping his thighs. Her face flushed, eyes half lidded.

"So lovely, taking my cock like that." She smiled. Angling her hips just hard enough to hit the spot that undid him.

He lurched forward, bracing himself next to her head. An indignant whine leaving him. He cant be this close already.

She held his hips in place and fucked up into him. His body already starting to shudder in warning. She had found his prostate again and was slamming into it over and over.

"Please, please," He mewled, for what he wasn't sure. Seeing stars already.

She craned her neck up and caught his nipple in her mouth. Suckling down viciously with a delighted hum.

His while body jolted and he screwed his eyes shut. Oh Gods he didn't know if he could take it.

His pelvis contracted like a fist, the first waves hitting him. His mouth fell open in a silent scream. A bone deep shuddering ripping through him. The waves pummeling him in tortuous rapture. He white knuckled around her thigh. It was all he could do not to cry out. His spend spilling hot onto her belly in gushes.

She pulled him into her chest with hushed assurances as he sobbed quietly. A sudden rush of emotion overcoming him. Gripping onto the back of her neck.

"You're okay, you're okay." She whispered into the curl of his hair. Her legs crossing behind his back, nuzzling down into his shoulder. "You did so good."

That made him sob harder, burying his face in her hair. Holding onto her like a life raft in a storm.

"You're safe, you're here."

Laying awake, staring at the roof of his tent his mind raced.

He could lie to himself, say it was just the wine, the long road, his hunger, that had driven him to her arms.

He was a good liar but not that good.

Sighing he turned on his side.

What a fool he was. Falling for his mark. A simple plan shattered into a million pieces at her feet.

She had entranced him body and soul.

He bit back a small smile, his dead heart racing in light and fear.

Tomorrow. He would tell her tomorrow.

Part 3

#if men weren't supposed to take it why did god give them a meow button #anyway that one anon this ones for you #astarion smut #astarion x tav

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the-amazing-wonderss · 10 months

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"Talk that talk"

A/N: Back at it again with another HC inspired by TWICE... This time it's actually going by the meaning of the song ALSO IGNORE WHAT I DID FOR AOI'S HEADER I GOT TOO INVESTED ANYWAYS ENJOY HELPCLPCS ⎯ Mod ☠️

Content: Fluff, no gender mention for reader aside from the word 'pretty' that is used in Aoi's part, short HC, not properly proof read/edited Summary: "Just tell me you love me already!"

Characters: Aoi, Teru, Akane

Talk that talk ⎯ Let me know the real you, let me see what's behind all that sugary sweetness in your voice. Don't wanna waste time with the push and pull, just say it out loud and I might say it back.

AOI would be surprised hearing your question towards her. For a brief moment you could see how she froze up and contemplated on your words as her smile drops, going silent for a long time before letting out a chuckle.

It was silly, so laughable even. For you to ask her something so insanely cute that she couldn't help but find it so endearing while you sat there looking all pretty, waiting for her answer.

When she had finally came to a conclusion, still refusing to meet your eyes and instead, stared down at her lap while her hair strands covered most of her face. You began to worry if the question had upset her. Oh but you were wrong. So wrong.

If she were to look up at you right now, you'd seen the embarrassing sight of her flushed redden cheeks and lovestruck smile. Obviously she can't let you see that side to her yet. So for now...

"You're so mean ... to ask a girl for her feelings straight up. I should honestly reject you right here and now for that, y'know?" "Aoi I'm being serious, I want to know..." It was then that she said it, barely even louder than a whisper, did she say something that made your heart skip a beat. - "⎯ I heard a rumor, that she (I) loves you back."

Tell me what you want ⎯ The simple words "I love you." That's all I wanna hear. Doesn't matter where we are, who we are, and what we're doing ⎯ baby I just wanna hear it and fall in love with you all over again.

When you first ask TERU about it, he was probably in the student council room buried in work again. But upon seeing you after you had open the door to the room, he was beaming from ear to ear, that princely smile that made everyone ⎯ including you ⎯ fall for his charms.

However, after he hears your question towards him, his smile drops from shock. Had he not already made it clear how he feels about you? It struck him like a slap across the face to hear you say all this but...

With a sigh leaving his lips, he suddenly leans in. Coming in so close to you that you could feel his everything. The way he had one hand on your waist while the other was holding your chin to look up at him. Whereas with your hand that rested on his chest, you could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

You could feel your face growing hotter by the second from how bold his movements were suddenly, mind especially racing when he leans in even closer to your ear ⎯ whispering while holding you so intimately... You might as well just pass out at this point⎯!!

"You can feel it, can't you? How fast my heart is beating so fast for you, only you, just you. " "Teru...I⎯" - "I love you, Y/N."

Tell me what you need ⎯ Enough with the jokes and preparation, get straight to the point and say it. Stop beating around the bush, stop acting like a lovesick fool, just let me love you already damn it.

He's absolutely jaw dropped at hearing your question towards him, him of all people. AKANE is just?? so baffled?? so flustered that he just gapes at you right after you finish talking. Did you not see his previous confessions to you?? Were they so lacklustre you didn't even consider them as confessions!??

But when you started to talk more about the underlining reason as to why you felt the way you felt, he slowly began to understood what you meant. Although he may act goofy at times, he's still the vice president, y'know?

He's bit upset (at himself) but he's not entirely mad about the situation at all, in fact, he's glad to know how he made you feel ⎯ or more so, how you actually felt about him. It's so funny that he can't help but laugh at how silly the situation took a turn to.

Akane tried so hard to impress you that he didn't even realise you felt the same. He's such a fool for you, a lovesick fool who can't keep his hand off of you. Suddenly taking you in his arms to embrace you in a tight hold as his shoulders shake from laughing so much, he loves you. He absolutely loves you.

"I can't believe you feel the same way." "I've alway had been, you were just so..." "I know, I know... I'm sorry." - "I love you so much, Y/N."

#☠️#TBHK x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #Akane Aoi x reader #Teru x reader #Minamoto Teru x reader #Aoi x reader #Aoi Akane x reader

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anamelessfool · 4 months

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Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link)

GEN, M/M

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Commitment, Rom Com Energy, There's a Wedding, Secondo is Papa Emeritus, Gift Giving, I can't have Fluff without some Angst sorry

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 1 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

2006

I was an impossible case. No-one ever could reach me... But I think I can see in your face there's a lot you can teach me...So I wanna know what's the name of the game?

Papa Elect Terzo tried to look busy. He attempted a regal sigh, a pace. Killed time with what he hoped was a thoughtful, intelligent stare out his office window. He did everything possible to bide time while he collected his thoughts in a way that would hide his true intentions.

This was all about Omega.

He had called Cardinal Marian, Sister Imperator’s Personal Assistant not due to any sort of friendship or confidence. His brother Papa Emeritus Secondo barely considered him as human these days and with his wedding a week away he had bigger things to fuss about.

Terzo’s other two ghouls Earth and Alpha could not be trusted to answer honestly. And Brother Copia was, well…Copia.

So then that left Marian.

She was obligated by her job description to interact with him as he needed. For business purposes, of course.

And buying the right birthday present for Omega Ghoul was definitely a high stakes business venture as far as Papa Elect Terzo was concerned.

“Thank you for your time,” Terzo said, pressing his hands together and slightly bowing.

“Hey, anything to give me a break from planning my ex-partners’ wedding,” she replied with an indifferent shrug, although her eyes looked bleary. “How yinz doing on musical entertainment for that, by the way?”

“I have a few choir selections, and I have been working with Papa’s ghouls and my own on some light entertainment during the dinner. Copia has been fussing with finding the right wedding march on the organ for about six weeks now.” And Terzo had been locking his office doors to keep Copia from talking his ear off about it for about six weeks as well. “So…all coming together.”

“Great. Want to be perfect. For them.” She didn't sound too enthused. "But don't worry, I'm completely fine about it." Marian froze, then patted her sides. “Mind if I smoke?”

“Please don't, it gets into the curtains,” said Terzo.

Marian slumped in her chair slightly. “Ok, now you have to tell me the real reason I’m here.”

Terzo closed his eyes and collected himself. “I need some help picking out a gift. For a friend. I'm having trouble,” he said.

“Don’t you give people shit all the time? Flowers, erotic notes, pornographic photography, whatever…” Marian raised an eyebrow. “People talk. In the Dining Hall. A lot.”

Terzo winced and then gave her a defeated shrug. “This is em…different.”

At that Marian’s face immediately switched into a wicked grin. She leaned forward on his desk, hand on her chin with such force her biretta hat went crooked. “Why? Why is it different, huh?”

“Because…” And then Terzo threw her a haughty scowl. “I don’t need to tell you. You work for me, sorella. This is a business meeting. A consulation.”

“Fine, suit yourself.” She glanced at the clock. “But If I’m your employee you’ve got like ten minutes to spit it out before I leave for the day. So…what is it?”

“Omega…is an important friend to me. I want a gift that is…worthy of him.” Terzo started to pace again. “Something that is special, but ghouls are difficult to shop for! They don’t need to eat, or drink. Omega doesn’t seem to want to visit anywhere or do anything beyond whatever I want to do…”

“Well, isn’t he…basically you?”

“Yes but also, no.”

“And you’re psychically linked, right?” Marian thoughtlessly played with her pen, clicking it idly. “So, even if you wanted it to be a surprise, he’d already sort of know about it.”

“Cazzo, you see now why this would be so difficult?!”

Marian shrugged. “It’s the thought that counts, at the end of the day.”

“I know that,” Terzo snapped. It was definitely the thought that counted.

Except, he had never truly sincerely thought about someone else when giving a gift before. And that is what made his hands clammy and his mind race.

Terzo decided he needed to gift something really important. Something that reflected how much his heart pounded when Omega held him. Something that was big, essential, eternal. Just like his ghoul.

“A…a diamond! Yes.”

Marian smirked. “A diamond? For your very best friend?”

“Yes…” Terzo began weakly, but then remembered Marian's status as his minion. He frowned into her. “Yes, a diamond.”

“Whatever,” she replied, then opened her steno pad. “Although you know purchases over a certain amount I got to run through Treasury Director Brother Copia.”

“Then forget the diamond,” Terzo backpedaled.

Marian checked the clock on the wall again and snapped her notepad shut. “Ok, fine I've dated quite a few guitarists over the years and they like practical stuff. Like, for their instrument. How about um…a guitar strap, huh?”

“How about a guitar strap?” suggested Terzo.

Marian frowned. “What's his favorite color?”

“Erm—black.”

“Second favorite color?” Marian sighed.

“Violet, he likes violet!”

“Violet and black guitar strap, coming right up,” Marian intoned. “And look, you got ninety more seconds until I go home, is there anything else you need, your Eminence?”

“No, that would be all.” Terzo returned to staring out the window with an extra dramatic flourish of his black cardinal cassock. He took a breath, feeling his nerves start to settle as he heard the squeak of Cardinal Marian's chair as she exited. All of a sudden he had a thought. "Oh, and Marian?"

"Twenty seconds left, your Eminence." Marian's hand was already on the doorknob.

"You're certain he'll like that?"

Marian's brow furrowed, but then it seemed like a thought passed through her, and her expression softened. "Of course," she said, "Who wouldn't like a gift?"

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#ghost fandom #the band ghost #ghost scenes from the void #terzomega #domestic december #fluff fic #papa emeritus iii #omega ghoul #ghost band fic #terzo x omega

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vikkirosko · 1 year

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Team Stan + Damien Thorn when they're in a heated argument with their s/o and they actually get their feeling involved and they accidentaly (due to the heat of the moment) hit the reader who starts crying because now she is scared of them??

Headcanons Accidental blow

💙 Stan Marsh x Reader 🐶

Stan often saw his parents fighting. They carefully tried to hide it from their children, but Stan knew that quarrels happened. That's why he understood that no matter how strong his feelings for you were, sooner or later, you could quarrel. He hoped that your quarrel would not be strong and that you would quickly forgive each other, but his hope was in vain

Your quarrel, which initially seemed small, quickly turned into a real storm. You were swearing, raising your voice at each other and it continued until you abruptly stopped talking. At first Stan didn't understand the reason, but then he saw you holding your cheek, shaking and crying. He realized that he had hit you and the realization shocked and frightened him. He couldn't believe he'd hurt you

Stan apologized to you many times, but even he couldn't forgive himself. He understood that he was guilty in front of you and simple words could not rid him of guilt. He didn't want you to become like his parents. He didn't want you to quarrel and especially didn't want your relationship to be destroyed, but it completely depended on your decision, he didn't want to impose on you if you didn't want to see him anymore

Stan was willing to do a lot to earn your forgiveness. He understood that you could not forgive him and he would not be angry with you because of it. He understood that you had every right to do this, because what he did you could well consider a betrayal. But he kept hoping that he could still get your forgiveness

💚 Kyle Broflovski x Reader ✡️

Kyle was not a proponent of violence. Although he was often angry, he didn't want to solve all disputes with brute force, especially when it came to you. He genuinely loved you and was happy that you were together. But sometimes there were quarrels between you. Usually your quarrels passed quickly, but the quarrel that happened was different from all the others

When you had a serious fight, Kyle shouted loudly. He reminded himself of his mother, but he couldn't do anything about it. He was shouting, not noticing anything around and waving his arms, but when he looked at you again, he froze. You stood trembling and crying and only after a second he realized the reason for this. In a fit of emotion, he accidentally hit you

You didn't let him say anything, hurriedly leaving Kyle alone. He scolded himself for a long time, realizing that he was very guilty in front of you. He didn't mean to hit you. He loved you and understood that what he did could end your relationship. A few hours later, he hurried to you to apologize to you. He was ready to ask you for forgiveness any number of times if only you would forgive him

Kyle understood that it would be difficult for you to forgive him. He understood that there was a great chance that you would never forgive him, but he kept hoping for a miracle. He hoped that he would still be able to earn your forgiveness and that your relationship would continue, or at least you would not avoid him and you could at least remain friends if his mistake killed your tender feelings for him

❤ Eric Cartman x Reader 🍪

Cartman could often be rude. He could be like this in relation to friends, to his mother and to strangers. When you started dating he could be rude, but quite rarely. He didn't want you to break off your relationship, so he tried to get better with you. But no matter how hard he tried, you couldn't avoid quarrels

During your next quarrel, he got so angry that he hit you. When he saw you trembling and crying, all his anger evaporated. He tried to apologize to you, but when he wanted to take your hand, you recoiled. You were afraid of him and hurried away, fearing that he would hit you again. When you left, Cartman realized that he had done what he feared so much. He pushed you away and destroyed your trust in him

Everyone could see perfectly well that Cartman was upset. He didn't even try to annoy Kyle like he usually did. His friends were happy that he wasn't causing them any problems, but his mom was worried about him. Several times she asked Eric what happened, but he didn't answer, but eventually he told his mother about what happened. She was surprised, but sincerely tried to help her son

Cartman was preparing a whole plan to apologize to you. He sincerely wanted to return your relationship. He understood that he was guilty in front of you, but he couldn't fix the past, so he was going to make your future happier

🧡 Kenny McCormick x Reader 🐀

Kenny often witnessed his father raise his hand against his mother. He always convinced himself that he would never be the same as his father. He started repeating this to himself even more often after you started dating. He loved you and hoped that you would be happy together, but even the happiest couples had quarrels

When you were fighting, Kenny tried to control himself, but during one such quarrel, his emotions got the better of him and he hit you. He didn't want to do it, and when he realized what he had done, horror was reflected on his face. He tried to apologize to you, but you recoiled from him. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and you were trembling. You ran away from him without letting Kenny even try to apologize to you. He immediately realized that he had screwed up

Kenny tried to apologize to you in every way. He understood that now you were afraid of him, but he didn't want to lose you. He tried to talk to you at school, but you avoided him. Several times you didn't even come to school just to avoid meeting him. He understood that he was guilty in front of you, but he did not lose hope that he could fix everything

Kenny knew it would take time for you to start trusting him again. He was ready to understand if you decided to break off your relationship, but he hoped that this could be avoided. He felt as if his nightmare was coming true in which he became a copy of his father. He wanted to fix everything and he was willing to do a lot so that you could at least remain friends

👿 Damien Thorn x Reader 🔥

Damien is used to being rude to others. He tried to maintain his reputation, but when you started dating, his anger became less and less apparent. Next to you, he was calm and comfortable. He did not think that there could be conflicts between you until you seriously quarreled

When your quarrel started, the reason for it seemed very important to both of you. You argued and couldn't come to a peaceful ending, which angered him even more. His rage flared up again with renewed vigor and when he calmed down, he saw that you were looking at him in fright. The reason for your fear was that he hit you

You started avoiding Damien and even when he tried to come up to you and apologize, you left, finding a variety of excuses. Damien understood that it was completely his fault and that he needed to fix everything. He even asked his father for advice, hoping that he could help him. He sincerely tried to follow the advice that his father gave him, hoping that he would be able to apologize to you

Damien sincerely tried to make amends to you. He regretted what he had done and tried to fix the situation. You needed time to forgive him and Damien was willing to do a lot to fix what he did

#south park #south park x reader #south park headcanons #Stan Marsh #Stan Marsh x Reader #Kyle Broflovski #Kyle Broflovski x Reader #Eric Cartman #Eric Cartman x Reader #Kenny McCormick #Kenny McCormick x Reader #Damien Thorn #Damien Thorn x Reader

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mc-lukanette · 6 months

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Marinette inspected her various flowers one more time. Even as a florist, she probably put too much focus on checking and rechecking her garden, but she adored the process or making things look beautiful. It wasn't dissimilar to her fashion hobby in how it took effort but paid off in the end as long as one knew what they were doing.

Satisfied with her work, she left the greenhouse area and went to the front of the store behind the counter. Placing her hands on the edge, she arched her back, taking a deep breath to inhale the pleasant scent of flowers permeating her whole shop. She was fairly certain the scent had even overpowered her perfume, making her wonder if it was worth using in the first place.

As she was steeping a cup of tea to prepare for another day of work, the bell at her door chimed to indicate that someone had come in. She looked up, wearing her usual smile specifically for customers, but it faltered when she took in the customer in question.

It was a young man, sporting black hair that turned blue at the tips. The hair alone wasn't strange - either people had it naturally or others dyed theirs to imitate it - but it was that he had flowers in it with no sign of what was attaching them.

Marinette knew her flowers as well as her fashion enough to tell that they were not only real flowers, but they didn't seem attached by any sort of hair clip. In fact, she'd never even heard of anyone using real flowers as a form of fashion statement unless it was extremely temporary, whereas the mystery man walked like he was used to it.

"Hi," he greeted casually, stepping up to the counter.

She snapped out of her stunned state, just enough to reply, "O-oh! Hello! How can I help you?" She pointed, giggling sheepishly and adding, "N-normally, I'd ask what kind of flowers you want, but I think you have enough!"

She'd said it to distract from her being distracted, but winced when she considered that it could come off as an insult. Luckily, the man took it in stride, even letting out a chuckle.

"I do, but I'm still here to talk about flowers." He put a hand on the counter and leaned against it, running his fingers through his hair with his other hand.

Marinette watched in silent awe at how his touch didn't disturb the flowers at all. She kept waiting for them to fall out, but they truly seemed stuck there. She could only nod, curious about what he was going to talk about.

"I'll get to the chorus right away," he began. "My family's descended from flower nymphs. The genes aren't that strong, so they might skip a few generations, but some of us wind up with..." He gestured to his hair for emphasis.

She'd heard of flower nymphs before, but never actually met one. Anyone outside the realm of "normal humans" tended to have their own places to go, simply because they preferred living in different areas or having different lives, but she supposed that anyone who only had a few traits passed down could live a "normal" life amongst other non-magical humans.

"S-so those are real?" she asked, then corrected since she'd already known that, "I mean, they're a part of you?"

"Yeah."

Unconsciously, Marinette reached up, almost needing to see for herself. Her fingers slipped into his hair and through the lavender flowers growing out of it. The feeling wasn't unlike normal hair, though somewhat damp as if it had almost finished drying from a shower. She suspected that the flowers still needed moisture in the way that they did from soil.

As she felt, she noted a sensation under her hand and froze. In real time, she saw a bud form between her middle and ring fingers, blooming into what she recognized as a violet. Her lips parted in amazement and she looked down at the man's face, wondering if he'd done it on purpose.

What she ended up seeing instead was a hint of a blush on his face, his gaze averted to the wall. Her eyes darted from the violet, to his face, and then back to the violet again, somewhere in her mind registering shyness.

She pulled her hand back, blushing deeper as what she'd done registered. The experience had reminded her that flower meanings didn't merely come from nowhere - they were often based on whatever flower nymphs were feeling in the moment of growing whichever flower - but she'd also just embarrassed herself and invaded his personal space, so it wasn't ideal.

"S-sorry." She looked away, rubbing the back of her neck. "I get kind of excited when it comes to this stuff."

"It's alright." He cleared his throat, the smile in his voice returning. "My sister already told me what you'd be like, and I don't mind."

"Your sister?" She peeked at him, mulling over who he could possibly be talking about.

He placed a hand to his chest, explaining, "I'm Luka. Luka Couffaine."

"Couf—ah!" Recognition hit immediately, Marinette smacking the counter with a hand. Pointing at him, she blurted out in surprise, "You're Juleka's older brother!"

He beamed, nodding to confirm. She'd heard about him quite a few times, but had never gotten the chance to properly meet him. Juleka herself had also conveniently left out the whole, "by the way, my brother grows flowers out of his hair," thing. The worst part was that she couldn't be sure if Juleka had left it out innocently, perhaps from having grown up with and thus no longer having thought anything about it, or if it was out of a mischievous sense of humor.

She could believe either, but perhaps it was her own fault. While Luka looked nothing like Juleka in terms of physical traits, they had similar ways of dressing. It was almost strange on him with the combination of torn clothing and jewelry, yet paired with a calm expression and a built-in flower crown, but she didn't dislike it.

Luka, apparently having already recovered from the event, tapped an idle melody on the counter and continued, "She told me you used to help her with her hair. I wanted to ask if you could help me too."

Marinette eyed his hair again, but focused on its length this time. It wasn't long by any means, unlike Juleka's.

"I know it's not much to work with," he clarified, "but people get uncomfortable around me when they see these grow." He tugged gently at the petals of the violet. "I can't cover them with a hat or I get uncomfortable, so I thought I could get an expert to take care of it."

She put her hands to her chest, horrified by the mere thought. "You want me to cut off your flowers? That's crazy! People are stupid for being uncomfortable over something like that!"

Even though she'd said it, she couldn't say she was surprised either. In all aspects, she was a "normal" human without an ounce of magic, yet people had looked at her funny ever since she was a kid.

"Thanks." Luka grinned at her, though added in a semi-teasing tone, "I could've guessed that you liked them, but it's still nice hearing you say it."

Marinette blushed, pouting at him, but it was hard to complain about him taking her touches in stride. Maybe he even approved somehow, and she hadn't just ruined the first impression she'd given to her friend's older brother.

He raised his hands up in a show of peace. "Sorry. I don't want to say anything to make you uneasy, or make you do anything you don't want to. Cutting my flowers can stop any more from growing for a while, but if you could figure out a way to hide them instead, that'd work too."

She pressed her lips together, considering the suggestion. Of course, she had so much more to ask him - "Could you get overwatered? Can you swim without worrying about that?" "Do you like to relax in the sun? Maybe you could tell me if my flowers like the greenhouse." "Has anyone ever tried to pick flowers off you before? Or have you ever picked petals off yourself to make decisions?" - but she knew she could ask those sorts of things if they ever got closer.

It only occurred to her then that she hadn't yet said anything about his request. Straightening up, she gave him a reassuring smile and replied, "I'd love to help you if I can. Maybe you can visit after closing time and we can talk a little more?"

"I'd love that." A hint of tension released from his shoulders as he exhaled. Reaching a hand out to shake on the agreement, he admitted, "Honestly, I'm happy. You're one of the only ones I've met who actually likes these."

"One of?" she echoed, not hesitating to accept the handshake.

"Bees."

"Oh." She wasn't sure whether to snort in amusement or be concerned, but he at least seemed casual about it. Would the honey taste like the actual flowers they come from, or would he have his own brand? What would Luka-brand honey even taste like?

"I really want to know what you're thinking about right now," Luka confessed, curious yet respectful, "but we can talk about it later if you want."

"Ah—okay!" Right, they were still mid-handshake and she'd just zoned out in the middle of it. No doubt he could tell that she was thinking about him.

She hurried to let go, certain that however long she'd been in her own head had been too long, but was met with resistance. She raised a brow at him, puzzled, and noticed his free hand going up to his hair. It was hard to see from the angle, but she noticed a white flower bloom, then detach from his hair. She'd presumed that he couldn't pluck the flowers himself or he wouldn't be here, yet there must've been some rule the flowers adhered to in order to come off painlessly.

Just another on the list of questions she wanted to ask him.

Luka smiled softly, breaking the handshake itself but still keeping hold of her hand. With his other hand, he settled the white flower inside and closed her fingers around it.

"It was nice meeting you, Marinette," he uttered, the warmth of his hands leaving her as he pulled back. With one last, fleeting look at her, he turned away and exited the building, his form disappearing as he headed down the sidewalk.

Marinette blinked, still standing stupidly in place. She'd could count on one hand how many flowers males and females alike had given her over her life, regardless of their meanings, but it was the first time someone had given her one they had literally grown themself.

Staring down at her hand, she uncurled her fingers to reveal the mystery flower: a daisy. New beginnings, her brain provided, though one sip of her tea later, she was already second-guessing herself. Or... was it love?

She blushed, unsure but not daring to dwell further on it at risk of zoning out for her entire workday. Regardless of its meaning, she was looking forward to getting to know him and that was that.

Ending her thoughts on it for the time being, she brought the daisy up to her lips and whispered against the petals, "...Nice meeting you too, Luka."

#queuekanette #lukaneventte: No Context November #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette #((me with multiple demon!Luka stuff: ...))#((also me: okay but what about the flower boi Luka))

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animasola86 · 9 months

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The Darkness Within (Smut Edition) - Dark

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc x Tom Riddle

Summary: When Genevieve dies at the end of the Battle of Hogwarts, Sebastian is driven mad with grief and sees only one way out of it: he has to bring her back, no matter what. He goes down the darkest path imaginable and in the end, it works, but not as he expected - as he is suddenly transported to 1953. As is the love of his life. Until they finally meet again, seven long years later, both of them go down the opposite ends of the moral meter: one becomes an Auror and the other is charmed and influenced by none other than Tom Riddle, who is on the verge of gathering more and more people for his cause. Will they be able to rekindle their love, now that they are mortal enemies?

Genre: Angst/Smut/Dark!Romance

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Rough sex. Choking. Angst! NSFW!

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Warning: There is very dark smut under the cut! Read at your own risk. The darkness is real! MDNI, I mean it! Save your innocence!

Excerpt from Chapter 8 (3k words):

Inside his head was turmoil as he kept arguing with himself. All his training came back to him, all the studies he had had to read about Dark wizards and witches and Dark Magic and how it was all wrong. It was wrong, he knew that, but then again... He groaned and shook his head. It wasn't fair. Life wasn't fair, he specifically knew that all too well. Why did he have to meet the good guy, when she had fallen into the arms of the bad guy? Why was fate such a cruel mistress? A tiny voice inside his mind came through then, and he froze at the notion.

Why don't you just give up your life? You wanted to be with her, didn't you? You have her now, she is right here. Is your job really that important? Are you choosing being the good guy over being with the girl you love? Why are you even arguing with yourself? What the hell is wrong with you?

He swallowed hard at that. The voice had a point. He did love her and he had done everything to this point to find her, to be with her. Why did it matter that she had chosen the dark side now?

Because she didn't love him back. It wasn't the same.

Then you'll make her love you, all over again! You've done it before, remember?

As he considered the last thought, he suddenly felt two tiny hands snake around his torso and then she had pressed her body against his back. He inhaled sharply and slightly turned his head.

“What's wrong?” she asked and without seeing her, with all his memories of her whirling about in his head, he was back at Hogwarts, probably slouched in the Undercroft, studying Slytherin's spellbook, screwing up his face in order to understand what the man had meant by his cryptic writings. And she would join him, sit beside him and her hand would find his arm and she would ask the same thing. And he would look at her and smile and forget about his worries.

“Nothing,” he said curtly, placing his big hand on her small ones.

“You're a liar,” she whispered and he could feel her warm mouth on his shoulder blade. “I know you are conflicted.”

“Why would I be conflicted?” he played along.

“You wonder what to do,” she said and kept kissing his back softly. “You know you shouldn't be with me, because your Auror senses tell you not to. You should arrest me, that would be the right thing to do, hm? But you don't want to, you can't. Because deep inside...” She pressed her hands firmer against his chest. “...you know that it doesn't matter. You want to be with me, don't you? You've waited so long...”

Her voice was soft, but he still heard the dark edge within. She was a very talented sweet talker and he suddenly understood her role in this organization he was watching. She was the recruiter. Of course she was. Playing with men and convincing them to follow her, join her, seemed to be the easiest thing for her. She was sultry and manipulative and even without the use of the Imperius curse he somehow knew that she was very successful also. Because she knew what men wanted to hear. What he wanted to hear.

“Yes, I do want to be with you,” he said quietly and worked his jaw in growing frustration. “But it's not as easy as you think.”

“But why is that? You can be with me, I certainly want you to be with me! All you have to do is let out your darkness, show me your darkness...” She slipped around him and her hands found his shoulders as she leaned up against him, her eyes fixed on him. “Why do you fight this so much? I'm right here!”

He looked at her hard and long and everything inside him was fighting. All the pros and cons, good and bad, light and dark, everything turned against him, and he was a tiny speck somewhere in the middle. He lowered his eyes, gritting his teeth.

“Just let go,” she whispered. “I know you want to. If you have to choose a side, shouldn't it be obvious which one? The one I'm on? Isn't that what you want?”

“I want you,” he said darkly and looked at her. “I do, but...” He sighed deeply and grabbed her hands and pushed away again, turning around to pace the room. “You don't understand. My darkness... I... I don't want to face that ever again. It broke me, it destroyed my life, it took everything I had, everything I held dear! It might have made you stronger, but I... I'm not made to survive it for too long. I won't. I can't...”

“But if you would embrace it,” she said gently and watched him closely. “If I taught you how to control it...”

“No!” he shouted and shook his head. “I can't go down there again! I'll lose you again...”

“You'll lose me if you don't go down there...” she said and her voice changed into a harsher tone.

He stopped pacing and stared at her. “So you only want me for my darkness? For the potential I have? Is that it?”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. “No. I would also really want you for this body of yours and the things you do with it...” she added with a smirk.

He scoffed and started pacing again. “Unbelievable...”

“I was joking!” she sighed. “Sebastian, look at me!”

When he didn't, she walked over and grabbed his arms, tilting her head to make him look at her. He still refused. His vision became blurry as he got angrier and angrier and he didn't even know why any more.

“Stop fighting it! Just choose me,” she whispered and her hands found his face.

“And if I do, will you be with me and only me? Or will you keep prostituting yourself for the higher purpose of your Master's cause?” His eyes stared into hers and he could see how shocked and angry she was by his words.

“He is not my Master...” she replied through clenched teeth and dropped her hands quickly. “And I'm not...”

He suddenly followed an impulse and grabbed her, forcefully ripping the black blouse off of her body, revealing the Dark Mark burned into her left forearm. She gasped when he did so and tried to squirm out of his tight grip.

“But he marked you as his, didn't he?” he said darkly and closed his fingers tighter around her wrist. “And you swore to do anything he asks, didn't you? You are his and you'll always be his! And you expect me to just tag along? Play dumb when you're planning to overthrow the world with him?”

Without him actually noticing, it had gotten really dark inside his head. His heart was pounding against his ribs and his breaths came faster than he would have liked. He was working himself up into a very dark place and there was nothing he could do against it.

“You... you want to be with me, remember?” she said in a tiny voice, almost a little timid. “You love me! You said so! Shouldn't you be able to deal with all this, if you'd love me?”

He stared at the skull and snake on her arm, it looked as if it was taunting him, writhing beneath her skin, the skull grinning up at him in glee. He dug his nails into her wrist and clenched his jaw. He heard her wince as she tried to pull her arm away from him.

“But you don't love me...” he muttered darkly. “You've forgotten me. Our love. Our life... what I did for you, what you did for me. He made you forget. Don't you see that he's using you? He probably knows about your power, about your abilities. Why else would he keep you so close?”

She scoffed angrily. “Why else? Is that all that I am? My abilities?”

He looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Am I more to you than my darkness and body?”

Her jaw was working and she looked away with an angry exhale.

He let go of her wrist and grabbed her shoulders instead, shaking her slightly. “So what if I joined you, what if I gave you my darkness, would you stop your recruiting?” He stared at her. “No, you wouldn't...”

His breaths had become shallow and his entire body seemed on edge. He could barely think straight any more as he was consumed by anger and frustration and jealousy.

When he spoke, his voice was a deep growl. “Unless... I make you...”

And with that he pushed her backwards towards the bed, span her around by her shoulders forcefully and simply threw her onto the bed. She landed face down on the mattress with a shrill shriek and before she could clamber off it again, he was behind her, grabbing her waist to pull her rear back to him. She was either too shocked or too afraid to fight against him and so he pulled up her hips and pressed his front against her quivering core. A whimper escaped her and it only fuelled the rage within.

“I'll show you my darkness,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “And once I'm done with you, you'll never want to see it again!”

One hand tightly gripping her hip, kneading the soft flesh, he rubbed his cock against her warm centre, breathing heavily already, before he took a step back and gave himself a few quick strokes as he stared down at her exposed backside. His heart was pounding inside his chest and all he could see was her, how her tiny whimpers reached his ears, how she squirmed lightly against his touches. She wants this, a tiny voice rang through his clouded mind. Give her what she wants!

He clenched his jaw and slowly moved his tip through her wet folds, drinking in her noises, before he pressed hard against her. He felt her shuddering, a muffled moan coming from her as she buried her face in the sheets. He hesitated for a moment, his tip teasing her entrance, then his rage grew stronger again and he pushed in hard and deep, not stopping until he was completely engulfed by her tight warmth. Her legs twitched against him and she mewled quietly. He didn't wait for her to adjust to his intrusion and started pumping his length into her in a fast rhythm, every thrust as deep as possible, causing her to moan and whimper and the headboard to slam against the wall.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers bruising the soft skin, as he drove himself into her again and again, faster and faster, harder and harder. His breaths became shallow and the noises of their bodies slamming against each other filled his ears. He barely noticed how she surrendered to his movements, how her body shivered and quaked uncontrollably, as she tried to grip the sheets and arched her chest into the mattress, her own noises breathless and helpless. He kept one hand on her waist, holding her in place, while he brought his free hand down on her butt cheek with a loud smack. She squeaked loudly. And he slapped her again and she screamed once more, and he only stopped when his hand imprint was visible on her soft flesh.

“You're mine,” he growled through clenched teeth. “Only mine...”

Seeing his mark on her skin fuelled the desire within, the darkness trying to claim her. He increased his pace, his hips slamming against her fast and feverishly. He wasn't going as deep any more, this was about speed now. He felt her walls stretching from every single in and out motion, making it easier and easier for him to drive himself into her. Her constant whimpering was like background noise to him and only when her knees buckled and her legs slipped off the bed as she couldn't hold herself up any more, did he focus on the woman in front of him, the woman, not just the hole he was pounding into.

He grabbed her hips tighter and pulled her up against him, before he wrapped his arms around her stomach to lift her up slightly as he kept ramming into her like a rabid dog, arching his body to angle himself better against her. He could feel the muscles in her abdomen tensing up and the shivers running through her body as her moans filled the room. He kept his pace, closing his eyes as he started to feel his own muscles cramping up slightly. He worked his thighs against her, a deep growl coming out of his throat. Breathing loudly through his nose, he continued his rhythm, returning to driving himself as deep as possible, then retrieving almost all the way before he would push into her again with a force that made her shriek louder every time.

Hearing her shrieks and how she didn't resist him in the slightest brought back the dark thoughts of imagining her with other men. She seemed so... submissive, so willing to let him do whatever to her, and he just knew he wasn't the first man to use that to his advantage. As he thought about how many men she had pleased like this before, another growl escaped him and he leaned one hand down and wrapped it tightly around the front of her neck, pulling her upwards against him. His fingers closed around her throat and he heard her whimper in surprise, yet she wouldn't do anything against it, her arms hanging loosely by her sides as he held her up against his body, one arm around her stomach while he kept slamming his hips upwards into her.

“Do you like this?” he hissed into her ear as he brought his mouth to the side of her face. “Do you like being dominated?”

She whimpered in response, her lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut, a mixture of pain and pleasure on her beautiful face. His hand clamped around her throat tighter and he turned her head slightly more to him, seeing her eyelids flutter. He pressed his lips against her cheek and tasted salt. Only then did he notice the tears streaming down her face. One part of him would have eased his rapid movements against her, would have loosened his grip on her, would have stopped because she was obviously in pain, but that part was buried deep within under a pile of sizzling rage and unquenchable lust.

And he realized the more pain she was in, the better he felt. She deserves this, that tiny voice croaked inside of him. And he agreed. How dare she not remember him after all he has done for her? How dare she seek solace and pleasure in other men? How dare she give her body to men who don't love her like he does? He groaned against her face as he swiped his tongue over her cheeks, lapping at her tears, using them as fuel to his desire. She whimpered loudly, breathlessly, and he noticed her body convulsing against him. He tightened his grip on her throat even more, really squeezing her until there were no more sounds coming from her lips, only soundless gasps – and then she raised her hands and grabbed at his hand, her fingernails clawing at his skin.

Her fighting back only made him slam against her harder and he felt her tightening around his girth, her muscles contracting as she squeezed his cock almost as hard as he squeezed her throat. A deep moan escaped him and he felt his own legs shaking slightly as her orgasm rolled over her and crashed into him as well. He pressed her shivering body against his, holding her tightly, feeling the spasms of her stomach against his arm. He was breathing heavily into her ear as he kept his rhythm while her body slowly went limp in his firm embrace. The fingers that had tried to loosen his grip on her throat slipped down and ceased to move any more.

He let go eventually and as her body slumped onto the bed motionlessly, he didn't even register that she had lost consciousness. He pushed her down flat on the mattress, her face turned to the side, a more or less solemn look on her pretty face if one would ignore the tear soaked cheeks. The darkness within him blurred his vision as his own release announced itself. Frantically grabbing her hips, he pulled her back up against him and pumped into her breathlessly until he felt his stomach clenching, and with a loud moan and a stilling of his hips against her as he pushed deep into her with one last forceful thrust, he emptied himself into her, groaning deeply with every spasm as his warm seed filled her up more and more.

He leaned against her, his head full of static, holding her hips, savouring the feeling of being buried deep within her, claiming her more with every passing heartbeat and every convulsing squirt until he was completely spent. His breaths were heavy and when he loosened his grip on her hips, she slipped down onto the bed with a last twitch of her legs as he pulled out of her, watching his seed spilling past her wet folds and dripping slowly down her skin.

He took a stumbling step backwards and looked at her body, sprawled on the bed, motionless, her red hair tousled, her skin covered in sweat. His head cleared only slowly and when he realized she wasn't moving, his heart skipped a beat. He stared at his hand imprint on her ass and how he had defiled her, marked and soiled, and a cold shiver ran down his spine.

What have I done?

The rest of Chapter 8 (angst)

Excerpt of Chapter 6 (fluff) Excerpt of Chapter 7 (smut)

All the chapters on AO3

Pictures credit: @sebswebs (Sebastian) @the-slytherin-paramour (Sebastian) @joanasallinger (Sebastian) @zimmerfarn (redhead) @esolean (Tom) very bad paint edit by me >_>

Notes:

I apologize for the angst (and the explicitness) in this one, I have no idea where that came from - though, to be fair, the more I read through this as I edited it, the less heavy it feels to me. Am I becoming numb to my own smut? Nooo...

Story idea came from an interesting little chat I had with @seabass-swallows Auror Sebastian chat bot. Thank you for tickling my (disturbingly) creative juices!

With one eye closed you could also see this as the (possible) sequel to my very slow-burn, fluffy, tame af HL re-write story Diary of a Snake Lover (this fic does reference some parts of it).

He is watching - and one day he'll join in. I promise. Stay tuned.

(I was searching "rough" gifs and this mf shows up, I can't!!! XD)

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itsscromp · 4 months

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the venom scene with Harry Peter and MJ at the table but with reader replacing Harry with the symbiote😶

Peter Parker x Venom Reader

OOOH I love a good role reversal, This will be interesting. Thank you for this anon. Word count:943

It was a race against time for Peter to save you, He just managed to get the symbiote off of him, he went back to you and tried to warn you about the dangers of it rebonding with you. But you didn't want to hear any of it, you were more concerned about yourself and fought peter to get the symbiote back.

But when you did, he was horrified by what you became, you became this hulking monster. A more sinister version of what he endured with the symbiote suit. You raided times square and even killed Kraven soon after. What have you become y/n...

Back in Queens, MJ was reading the comments about her latest story from when Peter was under the influence of the symbiote, Considering to delete it now knowing the truth, she was interrupted by a video call from jameson.

"I hate this.." She sighed as she answered the call.

"I love this !!" Jameson greeted her.

"You do ??"

He chuckled "You've hit the nail on the head, FINALLY. Top story, Everybody's talking about it. This is EDITOR material."

"Editor" MJ was a little shocked.

"Congratulations, Your first assignment: write more juicy stuff by tomorrow morning !! Drama, controversy! Just like this"

"Like this..??"

"Get writing !!" And with that Jameson hung up, Crap this was not was she wanted, to continue to spread lies about Peter. She then picked up her phone and began to face time Peter.

"MJ.." Peter greeted.

"I, uh... didn't get fired from the Bugle, In fact, I think I got a promotion."

"Hey! That's what you wanted, right ??"

"Yeah, I... I thought it was"

Then that's... Great... Hey listen, something's gone... wrong with y/n"

"Wha... What happened ??"

"Well..."

But before Peter could answer fully, she got a knock on the door. "Hang on, someone's at the door."

"It's kinda hard to explain, just... Promise me you'll stay away from them, okay ??"

But when she answered the door, you were there, standing in front of her with a threatening look on your face.

"MJ ??"

You then raised your arm and tendrils emerged, slithering to her as you hung up the call. Shoot, you were there, Peter then swung as fast as he could to the house, he needed to stop you before you hurt MJ.

"Y/n, What the hell ??"

He tried to ring MJ again "Come on MJ, pick up !!"

But it went straight to voicemail. "Hey, it's MJ! You can leave a message, but why would you?? If it's important, just, you know... text"

"Dammit !! Please be ok"

He swung as fast as he could, finally making it to his house and rushing to the door.

Barging inside, he frantically looked for her. "MJ ??!! Where's..."

He then saw her... and you at the dining table... what were you planning.

"Y/n..."

"Pete, You look tense" You were disturbingly calm, the nerves striking Peter.

"Coffee ??" The tendrils wreathed from your back, reaching the coffee mug and pouring it into the mug, MJ gave Peter a Do what they say look.

"We need to talk" Peter tried to maintain his composure.

"You must get tired of making the world a better place. Every. Single. Day" You interrupted as you stood up. Going over to the counter and picking up a photo of Peter and Aunt May. "But I can help, All you have to do is let me" You turned to him.

"This isn't you..." MJ shook her head.

"Wrong" You turned to her. "This is the real me" You froze for a bit before going back to the conversation at hand. "I finally have the power to realise our vision... Are you... Giving up on me ??"

"Y/n... We need to get that thing off you."

Tendrils emerged from your arm, smashing the dining table, frightening MJ as she moved away.

"Do not... Call us... A thing..."

"Y/n...

"We are not y/n"

The symbiote gradually began to consume you, Spreading all over your body, making you taller and muscular. Bringing back the hulking monster that Peter faced earlier... seeing you lose yourself.

"We..." Your voice began to change "Are..." Then... the transformation was complete. "Venom"

They were mortified by what you had become, But they didn't have time to think as you tried to attack Peter, MJ then protected him as they were both pushed into the kitchen, with the fridge falling on Peter as Venom began to drag MJ away. The tendril were consuming her as Venom planted a Symbiote in her.

Peter frantically got the fridge off of him, Rushing over to find MJ now consumed by the symbiote. Peter grew angry seeing this, what you turned her into. "Let her go !!"

But then MJ's symbiote gripped him and tossed him outside, causing everyone to flee in panic about what was happening. Venom soon went outside and saw the two about to fight "Show him what he's missing" Venom then leaped from the house, Beginning his plan.

Peter soon managed to help MJ fight off her symbiote "Am I... I'm OK!!" "You did it !!" The two shared an embrace before MJ realised she had one final task to do, Picking up the phone, she rang a certain someone. "WATSON !!! Where are you with my apple fritters !!! I'm starving and.."

"Jonah... Kiss my ass, I quit !!!"

"WATSO.." She hung up as soon as he could go into a rant.

The two shared a tender moment together before then having to begin to stop you from enacting your plan to 'heal the world' Peter didn't want to lose you too...

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

#platonic #reader insert #insomniac games #peter parker #peter parker x reader #insomniac peter parker #insomniac spider man #Spider-Man x reader #venom #venom symbiote #venom spiderman 2

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scarletlights · 13 days

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Ascension

And here they were thinking the Synchro Machine thing would be the weirdest thing to ever happen to them.

And could you blame them? Even in the Pokemon world, people didn't mind-link with their starter pokemon every day, much less break the device doing it and accidentally pull the pokemons mind into their trainer's leaving the 'mon a vegetable.

….Ahem-

Still, Jake and Reikka made the most of it. Now they could work with the rest of their team evermore closely! Nevermind the occasional urge to dribble something or say "Ace!" more often. Really, they could go on, but anyway back to what led them to being in separate* bodies again.

They may have poked around some old ruins and found a weird painting and next thing they knew they were falling from the sky in a Zorua's body, landing square on who they'd come to know as a sworn partner.

Many, MANY things happened between the system realizing they could shapeshift and them fighting an alien pokemon that could fuck with the DNA of other pokemon, but they have neither the time or energy to recall all that.

Mmmmostly because they're currently melting.

"G…hhhhhgph…" Long story short, DNA unstable enough to shapeshift is especially susceptible to being messed with. Beforehand, they had a sort of system in order. Jake would go adventuring and fighting as long as he could, until the stress got to him and they deferred to the more experienced Pokemon in their head.

Now they were both having trouble just staying solid and sane. They didn't know what was real anymore. Words and pictures and minds swam through their head, dissolving and shifting and changing and warping and HURTING. Oh so much HURTING.

Bits of memories swirled and screamed and shouted, all begging for attention and getting louder when they tried to focus on just one.

And yet…one word. One thing stood out in the fog. '..wi….wwwwwis….' A ccc crystal. Crystal…p prison? That… "hhhggkk…."

Is tha t…

that was…

That's w whhy…

th ey werrrrre h…ere ?

Something…ye llo? Poin

Pointed.

'w..w wi ?'

It was…imp or ttant?

Whi…bl…rib bo…

White, and bl ue ribbb ons

A pppok3 mn.

'...wi iiiis h…'

That'

"Mng…"

*Shfff…*

Get.

*Gluerp…*

Almost…Reach…nearly…there!

VBXSEASCHVZWRUOKBCSTHVAA

They touched it. And all at once they were broken

And fixed.

"Who are you?" Spoke their mind.

"What do you desire?" Came the reply.

The words came instantly.

"I…want strength. Strength to…protect. To SAVE. To HELP."

".......Granted."

They burned. They froze. Were poisoned, paralyzed, frostbitten, put to sleep and had their very mind consumed. They broke apart down to the atom and pulled themselves back together through sheer DEVOTION. And nothing could compare to the feeling of a shattering mind being shoved through itself back into its proper place.

It didn't make sense.

It didn't have to.

In the far distance, Cameron finally couldn't keep up, collapsing to a knee before the invader, powerless to stop it from getting its wish from the Millennium Star. It stood over him and laughed, binding his throat and lifting him up to stare into his defeated eyes before it ended him. And then, the sun fell, crushing the monster and dragging it across the planet, carving a canyon through the world.

It broke free, but that didn't matter. "We're far from any life here. You made sure of that yourself." All it could muster in the face of karmatic light was a roar. "Your existence. ends. NOW."

Flames, frigid and searing, erupted around them…And from there they were on FULL autopilot. All they can tell you from there is they killed it and woke up in Cameron's home.

"Ugh…"

The bed wasn't as comfortable as it used to be, considering their…HER ankles draped over the footboard now. "Honeys?? Or…honey?" Rei's head snapped up, and there he was. "CAMMY!!" She was quick to lunge and start snuggling(much to the cat's shock). The sudden movement jostled Jake out of the cockles of their brain. 'Huhwaiwah-?!'

Rei mentally imposed Jake in the snuggle. 'Morning, buddy~!'

'We're…We're alive?!'

She was gonna snark, but a pained moan beneath her instantly raised an alarm. "Oh no, wait, I'm so sorry, Ca-

…?!"

Oh she was NOT still an oversized Raboot. At least she kept her sweater, but…woah. "...Holy Solgaleo..!" Feeling had returned to them, and not having bones was weird. But forget the bones, her bloomin' skin was felt and fabric!

And it was…honestly nice??? She was wonderfully warm and dry, and…heavy. 'Don't check if you have boobs don't check if you have boobs don't check if you ha' Her hands moved before their brain could stop them. 'Nopenopenope, not yet-' Jake thankfully jerked them to a stop. 'not while Cam is here.'

"Um. You gonna get off of me, ReiRei?"

"Oh, shit, sorry-" She scrambled to scoot off of him. "So…What happened?" "Wait, you don't remember?" She shook her head, simultaneously becoming aware of her massive ears and hair swishing behind her. "Ooh, that's cool…But, no. Why, did anything cool happen?"

"Are you JOKING?! You pulled the sun out of the sky!" Oh hell yeah. "Uh…Woah."

'...Can that wait? Head's starting to hurt again…xC' "Right, that can wait. Cuz, um." Both pairs of eyes drifted downwards, and cheeks flushed. "Yeah-"

Awkward silence swiftly followed.

"...Can I see how Jake's doing?"

"Yeah, sure-!!" Said Rei, a tad too enthusiastically. 'You ready?' She offered the metaphysical wheel. '...a-as I'll ever be.' They were already going through the motions of shifting forms to suit them. Except…they…weren't changing?

"...Uh?"

"Hello?"

"Are we changing at all?"

Did the wish have a bad side effect…?!

"You're…glowing, kind of."

"I…feel like we should be shifting, but we're not."

An idea occurred to Cameron. "Give me your paw." "What?" "I'm going to pull." "WHAT?!" "Please, just trust me on this-"

Cocking a brow, they complied as he stood up.

"Three…Two…Now!" He pulled, and nothing happened as far as any of them could tell. "...?" "Can you…try to shift again?" They complied for a moment, but the shock of another paw emerging from Rei's made them stop. "Keep going!" Cameron called, not letting go of the new paw. With a little trepidation, they continued.

"...Holy shit you're bi-generating."

"Bi-WHAT now?" Spoke two voices, and the heads they belonged to snapped to look at each other and scream. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" "Bi-generation. It's…a Doctor Who thing!" Cameron grunted, seeing as the resistance increased. "Well, kind of-

It's just the glow reminded me of it, I didn't expect it to work so-" Out popped a humanoid shape with a Zorua face, "wELL-?!" and tumbled to the floor.

"Ow…" It wasn't a perfect separation like in the show, there was still a strand of goop stretching from Jake's tail to Rei's arm, and…wait, no, her…elbow? Shoulder?? "...So it can move? Fascinating…" She murmured, brushing along her arm while the boys regained their bearings again.

'...Oh goodness I'm pinning him down-'

"Oh, I can still hear your thoughts!" Thankful for that derailment, Jake turned to his former headmate and was…honestly, stunned.

"...What's that look for?"

'You look like mom.'

"Like…" His mom was the one she idolized most. The one who made things so simple whenever they met. The one who welcomed Rei with open arms when she got stuck in Jake's head. The one who made them feel safe. The one who stayed strong no matter what. "...Mum."

She rose from her kneeling position. Anyone else would be intimidated, but Jake was…comforted. A warmth permeated the room as she lumbered forward and crouched down. "...I guess I really am your guardian angel now, huh?" She spread her arms.

They lunged into them, eyes wet.

#required reading #cw broken mind #screenreader unfriendly #probably-

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eshkere-life · 2 months

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Nagito: A yokai guy who works as a courtesan in one of the houses, but not under his real name, but under the pseudonym of the girl Hana.

Hajime: An infrequent fallen from the future into the past.

- Why did you let him go? We could have eaten it..It was warm.. My snake that was sitting on my neck hissed softly.

Really..Why? Why did I decide to let him go? That guy from the future? Have I never shown mercy to people? Why did this guy from... the future touch my soul? He came here so abruptly...suddenly and in the same way, he will disappear...well..This story should start from the beginning...

it all started with the fact that they brought me a new maid. That guy. Hajime. He was so scared, shouting something in slightly incomprehensible Japanese..He threw incomprehensible words...after that, I started talking about some kind of "future" phones, cars, sneakers..Huh...I was terribly fascinated by these funny stories at the time...I kept imagining how I would live it myself..after all, he talked about it so realistically.. we became friends, he even found out that I was a guy...Then he started calling his name...Nagito..He started calling me Nagito..I was so happy, I hadn't been called by my first name for a long time..Then I decided to help him...I learned from old kitsune a way to help him..He'll go home...To do this, it was necessary to make him experience a strong emotion..I figured I could scare him. I'm a yokai after all. I took his old "modern" clothes from the hostess, took him for a walk... and.. said that I was a yokai...I chased after him.. and..It worked! The gate lit up, the very future opened.. It was there..It's so beautiful...perfectly..I was fascinated by that bright light and those streets...Hajime was in his own world..I pursed my lips and went home.. the job won't do itself.."Tokyo City 2023" I will definitely find you there, Hwjime Hinta...But for now..i will miss..

- This is not his time, but everything has its own time.He doesn't belong here, I replied coldly and indifferently, as if I didn't care.

Ah! Today is a terrible day! Disgusting! I had a fight with my parents, and then ran away from home...My father was shouting after me..that I am "good for nothing", that I am a "useless idiot" and of course a "worthless boy"...I cried and ran....I felt so terrible! And then...After that, I went to the fair..very strange...But Huh! After that, it turned out that it wasn't a fair at all...the red light district. The past. I got into the past!... and... huh...I'm in trouble again! Some guy dragged me into a house with courtesans..I was assigned to one of them...It was terrible..I was forced to work literally for food.. They took my clothes and gave me a kimono..And that girl..Hana..It was terrible! Arrogant, narcissistic, with a snake around her neck..A poisonous fucking snake!..but after that, everything started to change...She liked to listen to my stories and they amused her...She was getting kind.. And then... I found out that she was a guy..Nagito, Nagito Komaeda.Then our friendship became even stronger... But something began to bother me... People were disappearing in a nearby hotel house... And I found out what was the reason for this. Nagito was a youkai. Let's face it...I still decided to remain friends with him, but one day...he...he betrayed me? Have you decided to eat? I don’t know... He invited me for a walk... and then he admitted that he was a youkai... and he chased after me, shouting that he would kill me... I ran... I ran quickly... and ran into the gate. ..then I froze...was I at home? In the future? What? I turned around... behind there was only a red gate... old... shabby. I am back. My family, friends, everyone...Everyone missed me...But...I kept thinking about Nagito...about his action...was it intentional or not? Did he want to kill me or did he consider me a friend? I don't know...I would like to know from him...Yokai live a long time, don't they? Will he live? I would like to believe that yes.. I miss him..

P.s: A few of my AU

#sketch #drawing #nagito komaeda #hinakoma #komahina #hajime hinata #anime

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crimsonredfeathers · 9 months

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Leaving

~*~ Chapter 3 ~*~

Hawks x fem!Reader

Warnings: smallest bit of fluff if you squint your eyes hard enough

Word count: 1.3k

Notes: This is an ongoing series for now that will probably include fluff, angst, and smut at a later point. Reader is a few years older than Hawks.

Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10

🖤❤️🖤❤️🖤

Knowing you all too well from working with you on a daily basis for the past six months, Hawks immediately recognized your form on the street. "Hey, y/n!" His cheerful voice took you by surprise when he flew up beside you. "Hawks," you replied, stopping in your tracks, "what are you doing here?" His boots made contact with the pavement, as he landed right in front of you. "I was just wrapping up patrol and saw you walking all by yourself," he smiled as he folded his wings behind his back. "Guess you made it out of the agency on time for once." Hawks scratched the back of his head, knowing full well that it was usually his fault, that you barely left the office on time. You chuckled at his behavior. He definitely felt bad for making you stay after office hours, because you had to help with the reports or reschedule the entire upcoming day, considering the HPSC had decided that they'd need to see him first thing in the morning on short notice once again. But, honestly, you didn't mind at all.

"I hope your patrol went well, and I don't have to turn around to go back to the office," you joked while raising an eyebrow at him, an amused look present on your face. "No, y/n, you go and enjoy your evening," he laughed. "What about you?" His golden eyes widened in surprise. "I, uhm..." Hawks moved his hand to rest on his chin, just like he was contemplating what the actual answer to that question was. It surprised you that it took him that long to figure out what to tell you and triggered a whole new train of thought in your brain.

Comparing the life of a young pro hero who has been climbing the ranks as fast as Hawks had since his debut to his sidekicks sure wasn't ideal, but at least they would talk about joining friends for dinner or spending some quality time with their families. Hawks did not - not once. Didn't he go home after work to spend time with his loved ones or maybe go out to meet up with some friends? Did he just not want to talk about it? Or maybe, just maybe, there wasn't anyone waiting for him at all.

Come to think of it, you yourself didn't have any connections to anyone in this city, except for your work relations. Sure, you kept in touch with your friends back in your hometown, sending over a card whenever one of their birthdays drew close or calling them from time to time to see how they were doing. But ever since you'd moved over here, you were kind of lonely. An idea popped into your mind, and you did the only thing that seemed right to you. "You know, if you don't have anything better to do... Maybe you'd like to come over to my place and have a coffee with me?"

~*~

Luckily, your apartment wasn't that far away, and while you could see other people staring, you didn't run into any real trouble. A few "uhs" and "ahs" accompanied you on your way from people who, of course, recognized the hero walking next to you. "Is she your girlfriend?" The both of you froze. Now that question took you by surprise. "It's a secret," Hawks winked at the girl with a cryptic look on his face. Instead of entertaining his mischievous behavior, you shook your head. "I'm his secretary," you clarified. Hawks pouted, reminding you of a kid that didn't get its way. "No fun, y/n," he whined. "Let's go, boss," you laughed heartily and continued your walk, motioning him to follow.

~*~

You unlocked and opened the door to your apartment, inviting Hawks in. "Make yourself at home," you smiled, the both of you discarding your shoes at the entrance area. Walking over to your living room, you watched him take in every detail of his surroundings while maneuvering through your apartment with utmost care so he wouldn't knock anything over with his feathers. With anyone else, you'd have felt a little weirded out, but during the past months, you'd learned that Hawks was very observant. "Take a seat," you nodded towards your sofa, "I'll be back with some coffee." Smiling, you left him in your living room.

~*~

With two cups of coffee and a hell of a lot of sugar cubes in a small bowl on a tray, you entered your living room again, only to see Hawks still standing in the room, right in front of a framed picture. "Who are they?" You placed the tray on the sofa table and walked over to stand next to him. "That's my former boss." You pointed at a middle-aged man standing on the right side of the picture. Moving the tip of your index finger over the glass that covered the photograph in the frame, you introduced Hawks to the people in the picture until you pointed at a younger version of yourself. "Well, and that would be me, just... younger. We took that photo only a few weeks after I started working at the office." A soft smile grazed your lips, as Hawks side-eyed you. "Do you miss them?" The tone of his voice was oddly low. "Sometimes I do miss the time we had together." You turned your head to look at him. A bittersweet expression was plastered on his face. Your eyes softened. "But then again, I wouldn't be working for you right now if things went any differently, and," you nudged his shoulder in an attempt to lighten up the mood, "working for you is something I really enjoy." Hawks' features relaxed visibly at your confession. "And now," you walked over to your sofa and plopped down, "let's enjoy our coffee before it's cold."

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The two of you sat there for the better part of an hour, talking about whatever came to mind. You told him a little about your life, how you'd realized early on that being a hero yourself was out of the question as you'd been born quirkless, but you did admire the hard work heroes put into making sure that everybody was safe, and how your mind was set on helping the heroes so they had more time available to help others. You spoke briefly about your time at U.A., where you had joined the business course since it didn't require a quirk at all, and how you had secured the job at the hero's agency back at home after graduating. Hawks listened carefully to everything you had to say. Even if he didn't tell you, he was deeply impressed by your dedication.

Hawks revealed a few snippets of his life himself, how he never went to any high school with a hero course, but was instead privately trained by the Hero Public Safety Commission for years. He didn't elaborate in detail on how he got there or what exactly the people at HPSC had taught him, and, quite frankly, it seemed rude to you to ask, but he did tell you that they had discovered him when he had saved a few people after a car accident when he was still a child. Hawks continued by telling you about how excited he was when he could finally open his very own agency once he had turned 18, but how overwhelming the workload could be sometimes. He was thankful that you'd done your best every single day since you'd joined the team and always had their backs. And, unexpectedly, taking your hand that had been resting on your thigh into his gloved one and squeezing it gently, he added: "I knew you were the right choice right away."

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musekicker · 10 months

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Kind of a quick and messy drabble, but I had some strong mental images and wanted to just get this out.

Warnings for some abuse and slight mentions of one sided Mandarin/Antauri.

Antauri had been separated from the rest of the team and Mandarin was pinning him down to the ground.

If this had been a sparring practice situation, this would be where Mandarin would tell Antauri what had gone wrong and how to improve for the next practice.

But that had been then. This was a real fight. And Antauri knew this was going to get deadly quickly if he did not get out of the pin. He was thinking of his next move when the unexpected. There was the feeling of Mandarin's hands on him. Not to hold him down. But to feel Antauri.

Antauri's breath caught in his throat for a second of time. The way Mandarin had his hands on him felt too familiar. And he hated that it was.

"What are you-"

Mandarin bit him. It was so unexpected that Antauri actually shrieked.

"How dare-"

Mandarin cut Antauri off by biting again. Close to the original bite.

Another cry from Antauri and Mandarin smirked at the shock on Antauri's face. Fully taking in the utter anger and disbelief at this situation.

"Why are you doing this!?" Antauri finally managed to cry out.

"I'm marking you." Mandarin said in a matter of fact way. "Something that was long over due."

The way that Mandarin had spoke, as if it were some sort of common knowledge. That alone made Antauri's fur bristle.

"I do not belong to you!" Antauri snapped. "I am not something to be marked as such!"

Mandarin laughed at that bit of defiance.

"And yet here you are, marked up and under me. Where you belong." Mandarin said.

Then Mandarin was nuzzling the side of Antauri's neck. Another memory of such a action in the past nearly froze Antauri once more. But not for long. Antauri knew that would continue as long as Mandarin had him down. And he was afraid of how far this would end up going if he did not get free.

It took all the concertation that Antauri could focus before he could manage to knee Mandarin in the stomach. Once Mandarin was busy trying to recover from that, Antauri managed to slip free.

Now that Antauri was free, the first thing he did now that he could use his arms was activate his claws and slash at Mandarin. Mandarin just barely managed to avoid the swipe. And when Antauri lunged forward with a flurry of more swipes, Mandarin kept avoiding them.

"For someone who was very interested in marking me up, you seem to be very concerned about getting marked yourself." Antauri said.

Mandarin glared and was considering his next attack when both monkeys heard the sound of the rest of the team calling out Antauri's name. Knowing that he would not win this fight against the whole team fairly, Mandarin fled.

Antauri knew that it would had been wise to make sure that Mandarin could not go after anyone again. But he also simply could not bring himself to give chase. Not right now.

"Crap, that was Mandarin." Sprx cried as the team was in sight now.

"Antauri, are you okay?" Nova called out.

The team were now in front of Antauri. Already he was feeling a bit calmer despite what had happened.

"I'm fine thankfully." Antauri said.

"Fine? You're bleeding!" Chiro cried.

Looking down to his chest, Antauri did see a bit of red staining his fur. The sight of the blood reminded him of the moments before and the meaning behind them.

"Oh.. yes of course I am. I was.. bitten." Antauri said softly.

"He BIT you!?" Gibson cried.

Antauri wasn't sure just how to answer that question. The fact that he had fallen for the distraction that had separated him from the rest of the group in the first place was embarrassing enough. But to talk about what Mandarin had been doing would be more so.

"That almost looks like it's a-" Sprx that.

Nova elbowed Sprx hard, cutting him off.

"Don't." she whispered.

Not low enough that Antauri didn't catch it. He did not look to Sprx or address what the team clearly had picked up on. In fact, he refused to say anything more on the subject. Instead he silently left to go clean the wound.

He hoped that the marks would not scar.

#srmthfg #super robot monkey team hyperforce go

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crescentblossom66 · 2 years

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A hat in time writing prompts: Prompt 11 Don't say it

The blue sapphire sparkled with newly acquired shine, after being meticulously cleaned by the tall gray feline. No one, not a soul would be able to tell that it was in fact just a synthetic gem. She had a few real ones, sure, but those were just there to fool the more...knowledgeable patrons. Speaking of customers, she had expected there to be more, considering the huge sale in the biggest department store of the metro, it lured in all kind of interesting clientele, but so far, not a soul.

The Empress reached for a long golden necklace with a large ruby pendant, one of the few real gems she had. She started to clean the accessory when something red and black entered her peripheral vision. When she turned her head to see who it was, she froze for a moment. It was someone she hadn't seen in a while, an old friend of hers.

“Emmy, darling, it really IS you!” That huge afro, that stylish red jacket, and even those star shades. The penguin in front of her was undoubtedly her old friend, DJ Grooves. He entered the premises with a spring to his step, one that was very familiar to her. The cat hardly reacted to the way he practically danced over to the counter. She was quite conflicted, she had missed her old friend, sure, but the 'business' she ran now was one that the penguin was better off not knowing about. For his sake and her own.

“DJ Grooves, it had been a while, hasn't it? What brings you here.” The penguin started to lean against the jewelry case right next to her counter, his expression was nearly unreadable, due to his shades, but his tone made it clear.

“Whatever happened to Groovsie, darling? I really adored that fabulous nickname.-” He let his gaze wander around the store, marveling at the lavish décor and tasteful interior design of his friend. “-I never would have guessed that one of your dreams was to open a fancy jewelry store, darling, but I have to say this place is truly AMAZING!”

“Thank you. How have you been?” The question left her mouth before she could even process it, the sooner he left the better, but at the same time, she really did wonder how he was faring. The penguin rose a flipper in a dismissive manner.

“Same as ever, darling. My beloved penguins do their best, but are unfortunately terrible at acting, critics like to tear my beautiful pieces of art to shreds, and-” His already low pitched voice lowered even further as his flipper turned into a fist. “-my 'darling' of a rival just loves to be a thorn in my side every step of the way.” His anger dissolved into sadness, a look that the normally upbeat penguin did not wear well.

She knew she would regret saying what she was about to say, but she couldn't see him like that, it was bad for...business if anyone would walk by and see a person almost crying in her store.

“Remember our old handshake, Groovsie?” The penguin lit up immediately.

“Of course, darling. I'd never forget that handshake!” He climbed onto the case and sat down on top of it, which caused her to glare at him.

“Would you not sit down on the case, it's quite valuable!” He only chuckled.

“We both know that you and me are of the most value in the whole metro.” He gave her wink, before stretching out his flipper toward her.

She sighed, she really brought that upon himself, didn't she. She lightly hit the outside of his flipper with her palm and when swung it back to hit his flipper again. After that they basically fist bumped, before raising their arms a bit into the air and letting them come back down slowly, while she moved her claws up and down quickly like she pretended to rain glitter.

“That was amazing, darling, or how you used to say it-” Please don't say it- Please don't say it!

She cringed as the word left his beak, and put her paws up to hide her face in anguish. “-Anyazing!”

“AAAAAAHHH!!”

@r3d1ke @majormeilani

I hope that this turned out alright, and you could get some enjoyment out of reading it. I had a lot of fun writing these two. Thanks again for the idea!

#a hat in time #ahit writing prompts #ahit empress #ahit dj grooves #ahit fanfic

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d-e-l-i-o · 9 months

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If this is not to sensitive, can you tell me how you became a christian?

Thanks for the ask! No, don't worry, it's not too sensitive to ask me that! I love questions like these!

While I was growing up since my first time in church, I believed in God since about 6, but I only went maybe 6 times 10 times by 10, and after that, my parents didn't take me anymore. Even when I asked sometimes!

I grew up around witchcraft all my life, psychic readings from my grandma's friends who she did them with. My mom had crystals and would use sage on me everyday, my dad did "energy healing" or raki on me and my sister (and on my dog two years ago). Because of that, I had demons follow me my whole life (all stems from one dream where my grandpa led me to a kitchen and a demon chased me and entered into me.) They tried to get me to do a school shooting (a girl asked me when I was lying trying to be cool to her if I ever considered it before and I just froze like wait wait what uhhhhh no), a second friend who I would smoke with then tried to get me to make drugs and rob people while we sold them and I went along but I never came to anything, tried to get me to be a sexual deviant and that failed, get me to be a tankie then a nazi then a soft commie then a nazi again, then he got me to do witchcraft.

Which at the time (remember I believed in God but didn't know anything about him) I thought was so cool learning about all the different things and ways you could do it where I was able to move stuff cause pain make people think of different things using demons. And had witches follow me and my friends multiple times and even demons manifest in front of me and my friends. After a while they asked me to worship the devil, after I realized like man this stuff is legit just demon stuff why am I doing this it's EVIL man, and i was just like "if the devil and demons are real GOD HAS TO BE REAL no way around it.

So after a week of thinking that I was freaking out and asked God if he's real in genuinely terrified faith and sadness and right after I looked at my desk and a pencil moved (no wind or anything shaking the house) 4inchs to the left and back, I asked "wait wait is that really you God!?!?" And the pencil moved the same distance back and forth.

So I shut up in like fear, respect, and awe went about my day and over the course of maybe a month? I started praying, watching videos every once in a while, got a Bible, but never read it, and was generally Luke warm. I was talking to demons, still living as normal as my life was at that point. And the assaults from the devil kept getting worse and worse to the point of obsessive intrusive thoughts about doing the worst of the worst, me twitching and hurting myself and all that. It got so bad that one day that I couldn't help my dad work at Cousins House. we had to leave, and I gave my dad my pocket knife and said, "Please take this or ill kms"

Right after that, I thought, "I KNOW God's real man, I'm just gonna go head first and follow him the right way be a full on Christian" and when I went to the hospital because of suicidal ideations (my second time at that point) my devil tried killing me by making everything I touched shock my whole body, I told the nurses and they were just like "yea man whatever here's a benadryl go away", and, after I prayed for God to keep me alive no matter what, after about 15 more min I heard a demon ask me "why can't we kill you who's protecting you" and the first thing I thought was that it was God.

That was 3 years ago, and ever since I've been ultra tight with God, and he's been teaching me so much about anything and everything! I literally couldn't ask for a better relationship with him besides me literally seeing him face to face every day and talking for about the entire day every day.

I get my trials, but it's because I literally ask for them so I can be the finest gold! I asked him to "make me brake me recreate me" "make me as much like you as possible""humble me as much as possible" "I want problems" and "make my faith un brakeable" (that was the worst one, I've also asked for the hardest trials possible too, short of anyone I know dying or being hurt) I really recommend this because it's really made me a waaaay better Christian to the point of other people I know just being like saying I'm the only real Christian they know irl or just in general.

I also have hundreds of other amazing stories that'd blow ya away just ask for one anytime!

I also pose the same question to you?

God bless man!

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orionsstory · 10 months

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New York Nights (2) (Rosénali Superhero AU)

A/N: Here's chapter two! Friendly reminder this isn't beta's (we die like men lol) so pls be kind lolol Originally uploaded sometime in January 2022 lol ----- Chapter Two: Dinner --

Now at the dinner table, Rosé and Denali hadn't spoken a word to the other, simply shaking hands (with a forced smile from Denali). The two sat across from each other, avoiding eye contact in complete silence. "Oh no!" came Jackie's voice from the kitchen, "I must've forgotten an ingredient! I'll have to run to the store to get it..." Denali soon heard the click-clack of Jackie's heels on their floor as she grabbed her purse. She saw Jan follow shortly, "I'll come with you!" she said, lightly touching Jackie's arm. Jackie eagerly nodded, and the two turned to leave. "Have fun you two! Rosé, don't bite!" Jan called out, sending her sister a wink as the apartment door closed.

Rosé cleared her throat, "Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom." She pushed out of her chair to leave, at the same time Denali shot up from her seat, her chair falling, and pinned the pink woman against the wall. "I don't know what you think you're doing," Denali snarled, "but you and your sister leave Jackie out of this. I don't know how you found out my identity, but-"

"Jan doesn't have anything to do with this, and I didn't know you'd be the same woman trying to kill me yesterday."

"I wasn't trying to kill you!"

"Could've fooled me, Blondie." Rosé teased.

"You're one to talk! You shot giant blasts of energy at me! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" Denali shouted, pulling her dress up to expose her bandages.

"Woah there, slow your roll. This is only our first date, let's try and make it through dinner first."

Denali groaned and rubbed her temples, "God fucking damn it, of course, this would happen." she grumbled. "Listen, I'm not thrilled about this either..." Rosé examined her nails, "but now we know each other's identities. Obviously, I don't want to be outed, and neither do you." Denali paused for a moment, "And?" she questioned. "I'm suggesting we play nice for tonight- give Jan and Jackie a nice date, and then we'll never have to see each other again!" Denali considered her words for a moment.

"Fine. But if I see you out, I'm taking you down."

"If you can catch me!" Rosé sent her a wink as she brushed past Denali towards the bathroom.

Denali made a sound of frustration, trying to ignore the blush rising to her cheeks. It seemed Rosé knew just how to push her buttons- and she hated it. She balled her fists up and tried to push down the emotions she was feeling- she had to try and act normal, for Jackie's sake. Jackie had done so much for her, she seemed so interested in Jan- Denali couldn't mess that up, no matter how much she wanted to throw Rosé into the nearest ocean.

Jan and Jackie arrived back at the apartment ten minutes later, with some vegetables Denali swore she had seen in the pantry earlier today. By that time, Rosé had returned to the table. the two had been making small talk when the others returned. "Denali, could you come and help me with this real quick?" Jackie called from the kitchen. Denali rose from her seat as Jan slid into the seat next to Rosé, whispering into her ear.

"Could you cut those carrots up for me?" Jackie turned over her shoulder. Denali nodded, grabbed a knife from a nearby drawer, and began cutting. "Soooo," Jackie quietly chirped, "how's Rosé?" Denali froze for a second, before remembering the promise. "She's...she's cool." Denali managed to grit out, shifting all of her focus to slicing the carrots. She heard Jackie hum, "Did she tell you she's a singer? She performs at some of the downtown nightclubs!" Denali rolled her eyes, 'Of course,' she thought, 'why wouldn't she be a singer? An overconfident asshole, it fits the vibe.' "She didn't actually! That's so interesting!" She plastered a fake smile on.

She finished chopping the carrots, slid them over to Jackie, and cleaned the knife. "Thanks 'Nali!" Jackie smiled at her as she put her dish in the oven, "Dinner will be ready in about...45 minutes!" Jan bounced over to Jackie's side, took her arm, and whispered something in her ear. "That's a great idea!" Jackie flushed, "Jan suggests we should play some games!"

And so, that's how Denali ended up playing Uno with Rosé by her side, and Jan and Jackie sitting across from them, being sickeningly sweet. Denali had the fewest cards so far, but she also seemed to be the only one really trying to win. "Jan, it's your turn." Rosé softly nudged her sister on. Jan snapped her attention back towards the game, and a small 'oh!' came from her as she put down a +4. Denali raised her eyebrow as she glanced toward Rosé, who was looking at her. Denali quickly glanced away. "Hmm..." she murmured to herself, the pink-haired woman debating her next move. Denali glanced towards her again and noticed another +4 in her deck. She groaned a bit and glanced at her one card left.

"Damn...guess I have to draw!" She sighed, picking up four cards. Denali furrowed her brows and glanced at Rosé, confused. "I guess I win," Denali spoke to no one in particular, placing down her last card. She heard Jackie and Jan congratulating her, but her mind was swirling with other thoughts. Why would Rosé let her win? Did it mean something? Surely not! Right? Denali thought she would've been all about winning, Jan even warned her she was!

She glanced back towards Rosé, who shot a small smile her way. Denali, who was even more confused at this point, tried to shoot her one back- ignorant of the blush rising to her cheeks. Soon, the kitchen timer beeped alerting them of their dinner being done. Jackie jumped up and rushed towards the kitchen, pulling on her oven mitts and quickly taking the dish out of the oven.

While Jackie took care of putting the last touches on the food and getting it out, Denali collected everyone's drinks. Jackie had bought a fancy bottle of, go figure, Rosé for the night, and as Denali carefully collected the wine glasses from the top shelf with the help of the stool, she could feel a pair of eyes on her. She quickly retrieved four glasses, and as she took a step down she lost her balance. Her mind was in panic mode and seemed to go in slow motion as she fell. However, before she could hit the ground, she felt a pair of hands catch her, steadying her.

"Careful there doll," a voice whispered in her ear, "how am I gonna beat you in our rematch if you're hurt?"

Denali's cheeks flushed a bright red, turning her head slightly she was met with Rosé's smug smile. She quickly jolted out of the other girl's arms and turned to face her. "Thank you," she said as coldly and calmly as possible (she still stuttered), letting out a sigh. Rosé took two of the glasses out of the other girl's hands, "Nice ass, by the way." And with a wink, she turned and left for the table. Denali stood in the kitchen clutching onto the glasses, her face now a bright and vibrant shade of red.

She had to stand there for a minute calming herself down before she was able to make it back into the dining room. "Sorry about the wait," she apologized, setting down her two glasses in front of herself and Rosé. "It's alright, we didn't wait too long!" Jan chirped, handing the alcohol to the blonde. She poured the wine out for herself and Rosé before taking her seat next to Jackie. Everyone began eating, and the other three complimented Jackie endlessly on her cooking. Before long, the compliments towards Jackie changed into a conversation.

"So Denali, where do you work?" Jan asked her. "I work at the nearby ice rink part-time, I give people skating lessons," she explained, "but I'm actually in college for Women's Studies. It's my senior year." Jan nodded, "So we're probably around the same age! I'm in my senior year of Theatre!" Denali flashed her a smile, "That must be fun! What made you decide on Theatre?"

"It's simple actually! Our family is all singers, Rosé, Gonna, and I even have a band! So it kind of just felt natural, y'know? Rosie and Goona went to school for it as well, and it felt right for me to do it too!" Jan rambled, her energy made Denali feel hyper. "They're really good," Jackie chimed in, "you'll have to come with me sometime!" "Maybe I will!" Denali grinned at Jan, who reacted with a squeal- she didn't miss Rosé's small smile, either.

The table continued chattering and eating, Denali couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the people, but she started to feel warm inside. She seemed to be constantly smiling and had even begun to be less icy towards Rosé. By the time they finished dinner, it was 9 pm and Denali was definitely a little tipsy. "Oh, it's so late. You two should get home soon." Jackie worried, "Denali and I can take care of the dishes." Jan shook her head, "Nope! You made this delicious meal for us, I'm at least staying to help clean! Besides, I don't think Denali would be much help..." The others at the table laughed, Denali squinting at Jan in annoyance and sticking out her tongue.

"Okay, if you insist." Jackie laughed, picking up some of the plates. "Rosé, would you watch over Denali? I probably should have mentioned she's a bit of a lightweight!" Rosé smiled at the other woman, "Of course! C'mon, let's get you to the couch." Denali felt Rosé's hands urging her up, and she obliged. The older girl led her over to the couch, where she promptly flopped down. Rosé sat down next to her, watching the drunk girl with a smile on her face. Turning towards the other girl, Denali ran her hand through Rosé's hair, "Pink..." she muttered.

"Great observation, doll." Rosé chuckled. It didn't take much longer for Jackie and Jan to finish, and soon enough Jackie came into the living room. "I hope she isn't giving you too much trouble," Jackie looked at Denali's hand stroking the other girl's hair, "Denali is a very touchy drunk." she sighed. "It's no problem," Rosé laughed, taking the other's hand out of her hair, "thanks again for dinner, it was lovely!"

Jackie had helped Denali brush her teeth and get ready for bed and then had tucked her in (despite Denali's protests), singing her a lullaby to help her sleep. That was the last thing Denali remembered as she drifted off to sleep, and into a dream.

She was standing on the ledge of a building overlooking New York City at night, the night sky dark and brooding above her. She looked at herself, her blue costume adorned her body. Denali knew this dream, she's had it many times before. Often she dreamt of being a famous hero or taking down a horrific supervillain, sometimes she just dreamt of flying around the city. She liked these dreams, she liked them a lot. She felt free and confident in these dreams, she didn't have to worry about failure or embarrassment in these dreams. She gave a sigh of relief and took several steps back to take a running leap off the building.

She jumped, eager for her body to take flight- however, she began to fall. It took her by surprise, her mouth hung open in shock. Denali looked upward as the sky grew farther and farther away, and she began to panic. She began to cry, reaching her hand upwards toward the sky. She desperately tried to fly, even use her powers- but nothing came. She started to scream, as she plummeted towards the concrete.

Denali awoke and bolted up in her bed, she was heavily breathing and felt out of breath. Glancing at the clock, she could see it was 4:29 in the morning. She put her hand to her forehead and felt her hands shaking terribly. "Denali?" Jackie rushed into her room, her fluffy robe hastily wrapped around her, "Are you okay? What happened? I heard you scream?" She sat on the bed and put a hand on Denali's shoulder. She tried to speak, but nothing came out, only her heavy breathing. "Hey, it's alright. Take some deep breaths, okay?" Jackie calmed her, and Denali did as she advised.

"Jackie? Do...do you think I could lose my powers?" Denali managed to breathe out. "What? Of course not, why would you think that?" Jackie rubbed Denali's back as the girl began to cry. She explained her dream to Jackie, "I...I felt so powerless," she sobbed, "it was awful, Jackie." Jackie pulled her into a hug and ran her hands through Denali's hair, "I'm so sorry Denali...that must have been terrifying. But, that'll never happen."

"How can I be sure? I don't even know how I got my powers, Jackie, it might disappear as suddenly as it appeared."

Denali continued to sob as Jackie comforted her friend, "I'm going to fetch you some water, okay?" Denali nodded, "I'll be right back." Jackie wiped a tear from Denali's face and gave her a small smile. Soon, she returned with a glass of water and made Denali drink. "I'm sorry for waking you up," she sniffled, "it's just a stupid dream."

"Hey, it's not stupid, hell- your dream sounds terrifying. But that's normal. It's just a bad nightmare, nothing more to it. You're an amazing hero, by far my favorite, and you kick ass!" Jackie cupped the other girl's face, "You're totally biased." Denali smiled. "So what if I am? It's true!" Denali laughed at Jackie, shoving her lightly. "So, are you feeling any better?" Denali nodded, "Yeah, I am, thank you, Jackie." Jackie smiled at her warmly, "Of course, now back to bed you go."

Denali was able to fall back asleep rather quickly and peacefully, with no more dreams that night. Jackie stayed in her room a little longer, watching her friend to make sure nothing else happened to her. When Jackie was satisfied that she was safely and soundly asleep, she rose up and brushed her robe down. "Good night, Denali," she smiled and gently bent down to kiss her forehead tonight.

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