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bagdaddyb · 7 months

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Self Centered

Summary: Wednesday realizes just how self-centered she has been. (reader has powers connected to nature)

Pairing: fem!Reader x Wednesday

Warning: slight angst

AN: Love the Wednesday character. Cold emotionless cutoff while also sadistic mean and cruel

"No Wednesday."

Those were the words you'd muttered to the girl before disappearing into the crowd. No. Wednesday was almost unsure how to process it. Since she'd came to this school of miscreants there hadn't been a single person not willing to bend to her will and since you'd started.... whatever it is you have with Wednesday you'd never turned away from any of her desires. So what changed? By the time Wednesday has recovered from the blatant rejection you're long gone and she's left to do nothing but return to Ophelia hall. She goes over the whole interaction again, taking note of your slumped shoulders and baggy eyes. You weren't yourself today, honestly if Wednesday truly thought about it you hadn't been yourself for some time. How long had it been since your demeanor changed? You don't smile at her anymore, you never seek her attention. When was the last time she'd spoken to you before today? She's been so caught up trying to investigate her stalker that she's completely neglected other parts of her life. Entering her shared room she's unsurprised and slightly disappointed to see Enid laying in her bed speaking with Thing.

"I just don't think this color suits your skin tone, the lighter green would go much better."

Thing taps and signs in response causing Enid to gasp.

"You take that back."

Upon hearing the door close the blonde's attention is grabbed eyes locking with black ones.

"Hey Weds, how's the investigation? Did (Y/N) agree to head into the forest with you tonight?"

"No."

The ravenette says as she neatly deposits her things on her side of the room moving towards her desk chair to start her writing hour.

"I'm not surprised."

Enid lets out in response gaze moving back to the display of nail polishes she put out for Thing to choose from. This catches Wednesday's attention, turning in her chair she burns Enid with her glare.

"Why is that?"

"Well she literally almost died during your last 'investigation' when she was stabbed and said "I'm never helping you again Wednesday Addams" while I stitched her up."

Before she continues Enid lets out a sigh muttering she's gonna kill me under her breath before continuing.

"And I'm going to tell you this because you're my best friend, (Y/N) has been unhappy for some time. You treat her more like your minion than partner. You drag her along on these dangerous stunts where she almost always gets hurt yet you never put forth any effort into the relationship, the last few things she's agreed to have been purely because thats the only way she gets to spend time with you. She is tired of it all being one sided so you need to get your act together unless you want to loose this relationship you pretend to not care about."

As Enid speaks its like a light bulb pops above Wednesday's head, recalling past encounters, conversations, and arguments she now finds herself feeling conflicted over. Standing abruptly Wednesday leaves her room, completely disregarding Enid and her writing hour. She needed to find you. It was never her intention to use you, or was it? She'd been approaching this like she would approach anything else but she now realizes that in and of itself is the problem. This isn't anything else. As much as she will deny it she cares for you in a way that is completely foreign to her. Arriving at your dorm room she knocks three times. Waiting only thirty seconds before knocking again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Wednesday bites back her snarky remarks when Bianca opens your shared dorm door. The siren does nothing to hide her disgusted face in turn.

"(Y/N) isn't here. She's always in the gardens during this time. Of course you'd know that if you cared about anyone other than yourself."

That is all the ravenette gets before the door is slammed in her face, Wednesday's eyebrows furrow as she turns on her heel. Just how self centered had she been? In her eight months of knowing you and five months of courting she'd learned little to nothing about you. Besides physical attributes and your general knowledge Wednesday never made an effort to get to know you better lazer focused on the hyde investigation then later her stalker you were always kept on the back burner. For the first time in her life guilt washes over her and it makes her bristle. Her feet move quickly towards the garden, entering she doesn't even have to look following your voice carrying through the flowers. Wednesday can't help the way her lips turn in disgust as she walks, the garden was to bright countless flowers planted aimlessly with no value yet she couldn't deny the health of the garden. Every flower in bloom properly watered and glowing. Coming around a corver she sees why observing you as you sang along the the music coming from your phone. You fingers were at work using your powers to meticulously grow different flowers and plants in healthy soil. You worked diligently so immersed in it that you fail to notice the brooding aura observing you. You fill the flower box you're working on with purple lillies a beautiful contrast to the blue bachelor buttons in the box next to it. Stepping back you observe your work humming in approval before turing to head to a different part of the garden. The moment you spin you freeze eyes meeting black ones you'd never once seen in the garden before. You are truly at a loss of words at the girls presence as she'd never once seeked your company and for a moment you consider pinching yourself. Surely this must be a dream.

"Wednesday? Ummmmm.... what are you doing here?"

"I came to apologize."

Okay now you were sure you were dreaming. You look around before pinching yourself.

"I must be living in the matrix."

You say before looking around again. Not sure if this is true reality. Silence envelopes both of you as Wednesday stares realizing she's never truly had to apologize. Especially not of her own volition. She's stumped on what to say or do but you don't wait long scoffing you begin to walk past the ravenette.

"If this is your way of apologizing spare me."

Wednesday stays quiet denying herself the mean and witty response knowing it wouldn't help her situation as she starts to form words in her brain she follows you past a dead section of the garden three planters tucked away in the middle of the garden that you don't even glance at as you continue foreward. Wednesday pauses for a moment taking in the uncared for section in contrast to the overly cared for garden before moving to quickly catch up with you.

"(Y/N) I apologize for my previous actions. As surprising as it may be I have not realized the fault until now. You are more than my pawn but I have failed to treat you as such. So I hope you can forgive me."

You merely hum in response not taking your eyes off the planter you stood infront of.

"Ok Wednesday."

You dig your figures in the soil trying to decide what would look best in the array of colors before you. Wednesday can tell her words have little affect and the fact that she may of already lost you causes her stomach to unsettle. Not easily detered she sticks around watching you mend the soil before speaking up again.

"That patch back there full of dead plants, why did you walk right past it? You seem very keen on keeping everything else in the garden grown and healthy."

You jump when she speaks honestly surprised that she was still there.

"Ummmm.."

You hesitate before releasing a sigh and turning to face Wednesday.

"It was a patch of flowers I grew for you when we first began our relationship. I grew them in the beginning as a gift symbolizing the start of our bond. I was going to show them to you the first time I invited you to the garden but as your rejections grew harsher and the light of what our relationship truly was shined brighter..... I stopped caring for the flowers. Now the bushes are barren and dead yet still as symbolic as ever."

You release another sad sigh eyes dropping to the ground before turning back towards the soil.

"If you don't mind Wednesday I'd like to be alone. I'm sure you have more important matters to attend to."

More important. The words Wednesday used everytime you've invited her to the garden. Everytime you've asked to spend time together in Jericho. Everytime you've tried to have conversation about anything other than her current obsession. Everytime you tried to engage her in a subject or activity revolving around you. She'd made you feel unimportant.

"No I don't."

Wednesday pauses a moment unhappy with how unstable her voice sounded.

"While I have failed to prove it in the past you are the most important thing in my life. I...... care for you deeply and I do not wish for our relationship to be forgetten, barren, and dead. This is all new to me..... these feelings, this bond.... but I won't allow myself to be held back by my lack of knowledge. So I will sit here all night if I have to. Today, tomorrow, and the next if that is what it takes for you to forgive me."

Your vision becomes cloudy as tears form in your eyes, the once grey sky becoming dark with clouds and as the first drop falls so does your first tear. This was all you ever wanted, effort. Tears fall as your heart pounds in your chest after finally being showed you meant something to the Addams girl and if that wasn't enough the feeling of a hand wrapping around your forarm was.

"I'm sorry mon cher."

Another apology things that were unknown from Wednesday Addams coupled with physical contact something you'd never experienced from the girl.

"I forgive you."

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miabebe · 3 months

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Where you're convenient (I)

Scenario - Yes it was circumstances that forced these arrangements but why was it that at the breaking point of this relationship, all you want to do is hold on to it?

Pairing - Husband! Joshua × reader

Word Count - 6.5K (These are getting ridiculously long now, apologies)

Warnings - Fingering, protected sex, oral (male recieving), cum swallowing

A/n - This was supposed to have all 3 stories but clearly I went overboard with just 1. There other 2 will be released as part 2 (Dk) and 3(Woozi)!

When Joshua brought a girl home tonight, he wasn't expecting you to be there. When their tongues clashed in a frenzy as she clambered into his lap on the couch, he wasn't expecting to hear your soft sobs from the kitchen. And when she began stripping out of her little black dress, he definitely wasn't expecting you to walk out, dressed in just his shirt, with a tub of ice cream in your hand.

The situation concluded with 3 sets of screaming - first was yours in utter surprise, next was the other woman's in anger and the third was his own, in pain. I mean, what else was he expecting the reaction to be when he introduced you as his wife. Of course the other woman went ballistic and threw whatever was in her arms reach straight at him. Thank god the whole ordeal finished in about 15 minutes with minimal damage.

When Joshua turned to you however, your tear stained cheeks were flushed red. As he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, unable to hold it in anymore, you burst out laughing. Even if it was at the expense of his embarrassment, at least you weren't crying anymore and for Joshua, that was a win.

As he picked up the scattered things around the house, he watched the smile slowly fade off your face. Not wanting to see you slip back into your misery, Joshua decided to drag you into his own with a recount of what actually happened today. He was supposed to go on a date, to meet a friend of a friend who had expressed her interest in him for a long time now, despite knowing the unusual arrangement between you two. He had finally decided to put behind his series of meaningless hook ups and give serious dating a shot, so he dressed up, chose a restaurant, set a time and was waiting for her at the bar.

But apparently, though he was willing to leave behind his philandering days, they weren't willing to let him go. Barely minutes after he got there, he was approached by another woman (aka the one who just nearly took his head off) and she began asking him a few questions. Now, maybe Joshua should have answered her briefly sent her on her way, or atleast told her the seat next to him was reserved for someone, or at most, removed her hand from his thigh a fraction of a second earlier, so his sweet date of the night would not have walked into the restaurant to see another woman cozying up to him.

And that was the end of his date before it even started - no matter how much he tried, she wouldn't pick his calls or even answer his texts. Giving up on his original plan of the night, Joshua had decided to go home when the lady before him offered just the same - a dinner and a conversation. Honestly, Joshua didn't see the harm - either ways he had to eat and the woman before him seemed capable of a decent discussion.

That was until she decided to let her actions do the talking instead, her foot slowly running up and down his legs, the neckline of her dress somehow slipping lower and lower, and her doe like eyes slowly morphing into sirens. When she excused herself to the bathroom, with a not so subtle follow me gesture, Joshua panicked and pulled her out of the restaurant instead, straight into his car. Cardinal mistake number two - maybe at that point, since it was evident they were headed to his house, he should have told her about you, but there was not a lot much talking he could do, even though it was not his mouth that was busy-

At this point, you covered your ears, loudly refusing to hear any further, as you walked back into the kitchen, missing the amused smile on Joshua's face. He leaned against the entrance, watching you scouring the cupboards for something, his guess was chocolate syrup because you liked pouring it all over your ice cream, especially if it was vanilla. That must mean the pint of strawberry is over beacuse there was no way you'd pick vanilla if the strawberry was right there. Joshua made a mental note to buy another pint the next time he went to the supermart.

As he predicted, he watched you drizzle the chocolate excessively and throw in a bunch of m&ms too. Okay, things were definitely a lot worse than they seemed. When you finally sat, sliding yourself onto the kitchen island, Joshua asked you what you're doing at home. You confessed your date stood you up. You had been talking to this guy for almost a month now and you really did like him - enough to be excited for the date, to buy a new dress, spend hours getting ready, only for him to not turn up to pick you up.

Joshua shook his head annoyed, just as a fat tear dropped down your cheek. You looked so much like the first time he saw you and that was almost a year ago. A year, 3 months and 14 days to be precise, when he found sitting outside the lawyers office, eyes filled with tears, head hung low, sobs echoing in the silence.

Being the gentleman he was, he handed you a packet of tissues and asked if you were okay. You seemed guarded initially, nodding your head at first, then slowly shaking it. You were new to the city - a runaway from home because your family didn't approve of your relationship with your long distance boyfriend. After months of planning, you found a great job here, waited for the perfect moment to escape home, flew across the seven seas only to find your skunk of a boyfriend cheating on you. Now neither could you go back to the home you left behind, nor could you stay in this country without a visa, which you were supposed to acquire after marrying him.

Though Joshua hated his job, he knew that being in human resources and dealing with employment contacts day in and day out, he could perhaps help you get a work visa instead. Maybe if he did you this favour, the universe would do him one too and God knew he badly needed one, so he offered to take you out for lunch, promising to go through your contract and see what he could do. Sadly, as lunch progressed it became more and more evident that there was nothing he or you could do. The clauses clearly stated that the job was only for a long term resident or a citizen since the company was at it's limit to sponsor a work permit.

He watched as your face fell, and you spoke about how much you loved that job and how this was your dream. Sympathising, Joshua told you how he too was so close to losing his dream. He always wanted to quit his pathetic corporate job and start his own business but despite having the most excellent ideas and strategies, he never managed to accumulate the necessary capital.

When his grandfather passed away recently and left him an inheritance, he thought maybe he had finally gotten a way out but apparently there was a roadblock even there. The will clearly stated that he was only eligible to receive his share a whole year after his legal and certified marriage - one last ploy by his grandfather to make sure his only grandson got married and continued the family lineage.

Laughing, you noted it was funny how on a random Tuesday, two people who desperately needed to be married ended up meeting over a pair of tissues and a lunch, like the universe had played a brilliant cosmic joke.

No sooner than the words had been spoken, the both of you shared a very obvious look of realisation. This wasn't a joke, it was a solution, right there, clear as day.

It took about 5 minutes of silence, 50 different emotions and 500 various possibilities running in both heads before Joshua finally spoke up, leading to the fastest known proposal in the history of mankind. And surprisingly, and thankfully, an even faster acceptance. Joshua wasn't sure why you trusted him enough to say yes or even why he trusted you enough to ask but I guess that's just how desperation works.

Within a week, standing outside a courthouse, the two of you got married and by that evening you were moving into his house. While you needed to be married for just a few weeks to get through all the visa formalities, Joshua needed you to be his wife for a whole year so you asked for something else in exchange - to be his roommate, free of rent, for as long as he needed you to be married to him. Though Joshua thoroughly hated the idea of sharing his space with someone, a stranger moreover, he agreed if it meant he could get his hands on that money.

Living with you wasn't really that hard. You were at work for much longer hours than him and even if you were at home, you mostly kept to your room. You were neat when you used common spaces, chipped in for groceries and utilities and were agreeable for the most part. Of course there were some habits of yours that did bothered him, like the 500 alarms you kept to wake up every morning, the fact that you never washed your coffee cup and that for some reason, you never put your shoes on the shoe rack.

Eventually, with time, Joshua got used to both your habits and your presence. Though you weren't friends yet, the two of you went from being courteous and polite to being friendly, getting take out together from time to time, watching movies on rainy days when you were stuck in the house together. It was a symbiotic bond - he'd help you out sometimes, picking you up after work on days when it was too late to catch the train and you'd help him out sometimes, accompanying him to his family gatherings to appease his many many nosy relatives.

Joshua liked to think of the specific moment that the both you became friends as the night he came home to you crying. He knew you weren't back with your ex but as much as he disapproved of it, you had been meeting him frequently. He watched you, over the last many months, some days happy as a lark, and on some whisking away a tub of ice cream into your room followed by the sounds of sobbing. Joshua wanted to tell you to break out of this unhealthy cycle but it wasn't really his place to say anything so he did all he could from the sidelines - making sure you ate on time, that you had enough coffee after your sleepless nights (in a clean, washed cup) and that you were not always wallowing away in your sorrows.

That night when Joshua saw you sitting in crying on the couch, he thought something was wrong but it turned out, for the first time, everything went right. You had finally ended things - you had finally removed that horrible man from your life and had decided to move on. As the two of you sat and brutally cut up a the pictures of your ex together, somehow a friendship was born.

Even though it had been years, Joshua hadn't managed to move on. He hadn't managed to heal from his college girlfriend cheating on him with his best friend and instead resorted to the life of a loner who seeked occasional hookups, nothing lasting, nothing meaningful. Until you changed his mind. You told him although you were cheated on too, love was the most beautiful feeling you had ever experienced and one had to be truly lucky to find that. You assured him he was a great guy and that there was a woman out there who would see that and that he shouldn't close himself to the possibility.

After that, things were awfully comfortable in the house. Not like they weren't before but it was different now. The two of you regularly cooked together, hit the arcades on the weekends, went shopping - just started spending time not out of need or obligation but simply because you enjoyed each others company. Not only were you a source of comfort for him, Joshua began seeing you as in inspiration - the zeal with which you worked for your dream, the way you always managed to pick up the pieces and move on, Joshua was in awe of it all.

It took a while to convince himself but eventually, Joshua decided to put himself out there. No, not because you had begun talking to other men on dating sites. Also not because he hated that you would grab dinners with other people instead of making them at home with him. And definitely not because after tomorrow, you'd be gone - the two of you would finally be divorced.

Joshua looked at you perched on the island top, wiping away your tears. Funny how he always found you crying like this whenever your lives were about to take a drastic turn. He sighed, walking up to you, wiping away ice cream at the corner of your mouth with his thumb and thoughtlessly slipping it into his own mouth as he turned to the fridge to grab a pint for himself. You gripped your spoon a little harder than you intended to as you glanced at his back, looking away only when he turned to you.

Sure, over the year, you had gotten used to such acts of his - holding your waist as he moved you out of his way, tucking your hair behind your ear when your hands were busy washing dishes, grabbing the glasses on the shelf ab¹ove from behind you, his chest pressed into your back. He'd just do all this and move on, normally, like nothing happened, like your heart wasn't racing in its cage.

Joshua sat across you on the kitchen counter, leaning against the wall behind, stuffing his own face with a large spoon of the ice cream. You tried to brush away your thoughts and tears and continue eating but you couldn’t. You couldn't take away that one thought that had been plaguing you all day - that all of this was coming to an end soon.

You lied when you said your date had stood you up today. After you had dressed up, waited for a whole hour and then called your date to leave him a terrible message with a whole lot of profanity, he reminded you that your date was in fact scheduled 2 days later. As usual, you couldn't get one thing right. Of course you messed up, of course you were a klutz, you always were one but this time was different. This time, somehow you were more distracted than usual, mind all over the place. Perhaps because you knew what was coming tomorrow. Perhaps because you didn't want tomorrow to come.

You stared at the calender on the fridge, at the red circle around tomorrow's date sitting like a dark reminder that time waited for no one. Tomorrow would come no matter how much you wish it didn't. No matter how many tears unwillingly rolled down your cheeks and how many tubs of dessert you emptied or how much you wished you could hold onto this moment forever.

Joshua who was ranting off about how it was all your dates fault, that you had no reason to cry and that there was someone better out there, him, faltered when he saw what your eyes are fixed on. He felt a pang in his chest, right where his heart sat.

He cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to him, asking if you'd contacted any movers to shift your things - you were leaving by the end of this week to live with a bunch of girl friends you'd made at work. You smacked your forehead, forgetting yet again to do just that despite setting a whole bunch of reminders over the week. Joshua laughed and offered to call them for you instead, but you shook your head. You couldn't depend on him anymore, you needed to learn to live without him.

He admitted that he was so used to you, it was going to be hard for him to live without you too - how was he ever going to find a housemate as good as you? You agreed that he couldn't, you were the best fit for him. He laughed, claiming you needed him as a housemate more than he needed you, who else would wash your coffee cup every morning? You stared at him for a bit before nodding, agreeing. How could you possibly find someone as good as him?

It was like history was repeating once more, the two of you looking at each other with the evidently the same thought running your minds, unsure who should voice it first.

Silence, one that was heavy with thoughts and emotions, took over again, before Joshua decided to lighten things up.

After a long time, yet again Joshua took the lead, asking what you thought about continuing to live here. He did still need a roommate to share rent (he did not) and it would be a hassle for you to move so many things and besides, his house was closer to your workplace. You admitted that if he was okay with it, you didn't mind, you hated dealing with packing and moving anyways. The brightest smile Joshua gave you in response confirmed that you made the right decision, despite the other concerns were brewing at the back of your mind.

You then asked him what this meant for both of you and this marriage. He shrugged saying he didn't think it would make a big difference if the divorce happened or not - after all what was marriage but getting a roommate for a lifetime. You wanted to tell him that its a lot more than that but chose to be content with developments so far. At least for now, you still had him by your side. You could think about the future later.

"We should renew our vows."

"You wanna get remarried??"

"No, I mean we should base this new beginning on a new set of promises. Like..... you could promise to buy a bigger shoe stand for the house and I don't know, maybe finally start putting all your shoes on it?"

"Oh really? Then I guess you could promise to stop lying down on the couch cushions and flattening them?"

"What? I don't- Fine, then you can promise to start putting 2 alarms instead of 20?"

"......"

"I can hear it all the way till my room."

"Why didn't you ever tell me you idiot?"

"Just... didn't want to be someone who keeps complaining."

"Maybe you should promise me you'll start discussing things that bother you with me more."

"Then promise me that you'll never again let me come home to you crying and eating on the couch whose cushions I promise not to flatten."

"Alright, then promise me you'll let me pay rent now."

"Okay, that no, absolutely not. You don't have to-"

"Hey these are my vows-"

"Then I promise to never let you pay rent-"

"Shua-"

"Nope."

"But I can't just stay here without-"

"This remarriage is over."

"Shua please-"

"By the powers vested in me by ordained at home dot com-"

"By what?-"

"-I once again pronounce us husband and wife."

"Okay fine but-"

"I may now kiss my bride."

You didn't even realise when he had slid off the counter, walked up and slotted himself between your dangling legs, hands pressed onto the granite on either side of you. He looked at you, matching your equally amused expression, lips curling into a soft smile.

Many days later he swore he wasn't actually going to kiss and you were the one who kissed him first while you adamantly insisted he iniated it, he was the one who leaned in. Either ways, the fact remained the same - you kissed. Yes you were both basically laughing against each others mouths and both tongues ans all four hands were polite, but it was a kiss nevertheless, stirring something that you didn't even know existed between the two of you.

You pulled back, letting your eyes roam over his features, as his eyes drifted back to your lips, like a moth to a flame. Running your finger along your bottom lip, he stared at it, wondering why the taste of vanilla and your strawberry chapstick was so strangely addictive. When he met your eyes again it was like every nerve ending on your body had been lit on fire and his touch was the only thing that could calm it down.

This time, neither of you were really sure who went for it first but once again, his mouth was on yours, a lot longer, a lot more desperate. When his hands ran up your thighs and pulled you closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, you practically moaned into his mouth, making his lips curl into a satisfied smile. That was all he needed.

"Y/n....." He moved down to your jaw then your neck, groaning as your legs tightened around him, pressing his length against you. "I'm trying to be a gentleman, I want to be a gentleman but you're making it really hard."

Running your fingers into his hair, you pulled him off you, catching your breath. "And what I want is you..." His eyes flashed the same desperation as yours. Fuck it. It was now or never. "What I want is you in me. Gentle or not, I don't care-"

Before you were even done he's unbuttoning his shirt you've donned, beyond pleased that you're not wearing a bra, his ministrations continuing on your neck making you choke on your words.

"Wait, Shua, here?" You stuttered as his fingers grazed over the swell of your breast, mouth close behind.

"My kitchen, my wife. Who's to stop me?" His fingers ran down and along the seam of your underwear, taking an unecesary step away from you. "Do you want me to stop?"

Grabbing a fist full of fabric under his collar you shook your head. "Don't you dare."

And from there there was truly no stopping. In a flash he had stripped you of your panties and you had unbuttoned his pants, making him quickly step out of it, kicking it away. With his hands wrapped around your thighs, once again, he pulled you towards him.

"Here's what we're gonna do." His mouth littered kisses along your jaw. "I'm gonna prep you real quick and fuck you first. Then I'll take you to my room and treat you right. Is that okay?"

God you didn't know he had a mouth like this on him. It made you clench with desire as you nodded hurriedly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Joshua smiled at your desperation as he slipped his hand between your bodies, fingers finding your clit. Having been untouched for so long, just his touch sent electricity jolting through your body making you moan into his mouth as he captured it in a kiss, sighing at how it felt like music to his ears. Fucking hell, you were going to be the end of him.

He let his fingers graze down between your folds groaning at how easily they slipped between your wetness.

"All for me?" You nodded again, bringing a hand down to circle around his wrist, compelling him to move faster. "Patience sweetheart, I'll give you what you want."

And with that he easily slipped a finger into you, pumping it slow at first, before slipping another one, groaning at how tight you were. You fell forward, burying your face into the curvature of his neck, pointlessly hiding how desperate you were for him. But Joshua knew - he could feel your arousal drip down his hand as he moved his fingers, scissoring you open.

"Faster." You raised your head and whispered, sending delightful chills down his spine. "Hurry up and fuck me Shua."

"I will, I'm sorry sweetheart." He cooed back into your ear, "but two won't be enough for you to take me."

You could feel yourself literally drool at his words. You knew he was big. Perhaps he didn't realise but all those days he walked about commando in those grey sweatpants of his, you had seen the faint outline and understood he was a well endowed man. Now the thought of having that inside you was nearly driving you insane.

"Shua please..." You pleaded as his third finger began working you. "Let me see you."

Joshua nodded, pistoning his fingers a few more times before pulling out, making you clench around a strange emptiness. With a swift motion he pulled down and stepped out of his boxers, smiling slightly at the way your eyes were focused between his legs.

God you wanted that dick inside you. In your mouth, in your hands, in that little hole that was currently throbbing like crazy.

Getting yourself together, you finally managed to peel your eyes from his length and focus on what had to be done next. "Do you have a condom around here? I don't....."

You trailed off watching the very momentary disappointment flashing in his eyes. Joshua knew it was unreasonable to be upset over this yet he couldn't help but sigh when he realised what he envisioned could not come true. Yes Joshua was neat and well organised man but sex was something he preferred messy. The moment he felt how wet you were he knew what he wanted to do - pump you full of his cum, watch it drip down your pretty pink folds as he slowly fucked it back into you with his fingers, till you begged him to come. He really wanted to take his time calculatedly ruining you.

"I'll get on the pill from tomorrow." You continued, unable to decipher what was going on in that pretty head of his. "Then you can fill me up how much ever you want."

In his absence somehow suddenly, the countertop felt a lot colder under you and your brain finally decided to start working. Sure you were attracted to this man and clearly he was into you too, but what did this mean for the both of you? Were you two people casually living and sleeping together or was there something deep and genuine that was worth holding on to? The way he said my wife was still ringing in your ear.....

It was the promise of this happening another time that finally made Joshua move as he placed a quick kiss on your cheek and jogged out of the kitchen into his room.

Joshua walked back to you, waving a silver foil square with a grin on his face. As he stood before you and ripped it open you let your eyes run down his body. He was built so exquisitely and you've craved this man for so long and even though now, he was seconds away from fucking you stupid, you realised that was not enough. You needed more. You needed him entirely.

You stripped your unbuttoned shirt away as Joshua raised an eyebrow at you, rolling on the piece of latex. "I liked seeing you in my shirt-"

Pulling him to you, you captured his mouth in yet another long kiss as your hands on his shoulders pushed his shirt away too. "I don't want anything between us."

Joshua broke away from you, staring at your confused face intently. Your words made that little organ in his chest clench because he truly had no idea what they meant. He had no idea if this was just a result of two poorly executed dates or if you felt anything deeper for him. He knew what he felt though - he didn't want just this night or just nights like this. He wanted you entirely. He wanted to tell the world you were his wife, that you were his and that he was yours. God he was so in love with you.

Grabbing your hips he pulled you off the counter and turned you around, ignoring your little whines.

"But I want to see you."

"You have all night for that sweetheart." He ran his hand down the soft skin of your back, tightly gripping an ass cheek. If he saw your face as he fucked you he was afraid he could never again touch someone who wasn't you. He would never be able to get the way you would look as you come out of his mind. "I'm all yours."

Palms fixed on the cold granite helping you stay up, you looked over your shoulder and kissed your lover freverently. He kissed you back, hand snaking around your waist, slipping to your core, sliding his fingers between your folds again. Feeling your legs shake around his hand he smirked and brought his digits coated in your arousal up to your mouth, feeling you eagerly suck on them as he aligned his tip at your entrance, trying his best to not burying himself deeply into you.

"Do you taste that good sweetheart?" Hand moving to grip your jaw he turns your head, slipping his tongue into your mouth. "Fuck, I have to go down on you tonight. You're delectable."

Whining, you pushed your hips back against him, hoping he'll sink deeper into you, fill you up just right. Maybe because it had been so long since you've been intimate with anyone or maybe because you're finally in the hands of the man you were desperate for, but the moment Joshua gave in and pushed all the way in, you could already feel yourself throbbing around his length.

"You're so big...." You whispered, hands failing to grab anything on the smooth surface. Yes you had realised he was big but you didn’t think his girth would feel like this. "Fuck Shua, you fill me up so nice."

"Yeah?" He smiled against your shoulder, dropping a quick kiss on it as he started slowly moving his hips. "You feel incredible too sweetheart. Fuck, I lo-"

Your eyes widened as Joshua came to a complete halt, the grip of his hands on your hips loosening. You couldn't see but he was looking at you with a mix of confusion, desperation, fear and love that would have made you say those three words to him in an instant. You'll tell him. When the times right you'll tell him. But right now, you needed him to continue.

"Shua please." You brought your hand down to your clit, drawing furious circles. "Please move, please-"

And your begging turned into moans when he gave you just what you wanted, pulling back entirely before pushing all the way in, picking up the pace.

"So beautiful," He muttered, fingers surely leaving bruises on your hips. "You're so beautiful sweetheart. You feel like heaven."

"You- fuck." You couldn't possibly make a cohesive sentence with the way he felt inside you. "Shua I- oh god."

He chuckled against your ear at your inability. "Continue baby, what are you saying?"

"That....shit." You faltered as he purposely hit that exact spot with his tip again and again. "You... I..."

"My name sweetheart, that's all you need to say."

And that's all you gave him, mumbling his name over and over again as he removed your hand working on your clit and replaced it with his own. In an instant you felt yourself come around him, letting out what Joshua thought was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. Oh he could make you come just around his dick atleast another two times tonight - he was no where close to finishing.

As he let you come down from your high, his hand played with your breasts, only giving you slow languid strokes, ready to get rougher whenever you were.

"I need a minute." You muttered. "It's been a while, I'm sensitive and my legs hurt...I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Joshua slowly pulled himself out and wrapped his arms around tightly, pulling you against his chest. You could feel his racing heart behind you as he peppered small kisses along your shoulder, keeping you encircled in his arms. As much as his embrace felt like heaven, his hard length against your ass felt like yet another invitation to sin.

"Do you have more condoms?"

"Yeah." Joshua's eyebrows knitted in confusion. "In the drawer of my nightstand."

"Good." You smiled, turning to him, placing a kiss on his lips. "You'll need them."

Watching you push him back and sinking down to your knees was probably the hottest thing Joshua had ever seen in his life.

Wrong.

Pulling the condom off him, tossing it aside and wrapping your hand around his bare cock was so much better.

He groaned, throwing his head back as you teasingly licked the tip, working your hands on him.

"I'm not going to last much longer like this."

You smiled before taking him fully into your mouth, Joshua's hands on their own running through your hair, making your moan around his length. Sure, like any other guy Joshua did enjoy a good oral session but the way you looked up at him from between his legs might be his most favourite thing about tonight. Especially with that mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Easy sweetheart." He growled as you took him in so far he felt the back of your throat. He didn't want to go as far as fucking your throat tonight - it was supposed to be all about you. Besides, with the way your mouth worked, its not like he was going to last long enough anyways.

And sure enough, with a few more bobs of your head and strokes of your hand at the base of his length, he felt himself close.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-"

Nodding, you pulled yourself off him with a pop and opened your mouth and that's all it took for him to finally feel all that build up crash as he stroked himself hard and fast, coating your tongue with his cum.

You watched him struggle to catch his breath as you swallowed his bittersweet release, opening up to show him it was all gone. Joshua ran his thumb along the edges of your mouth wiping away the spit running down the corners.

"What a good girl." Aaaaand you were soaked yet again, core throbbing. "Who knew you had a mouth like this on you."

You grinned. "There's so much you don't know about me."

"Yeah?" He helped you up to your feet, and with an arm under your knees quickly lifted you into his arms. "Then let's find out."

And the kitchen was only left with the echo of your happy laughter as his room got ready to witness the rest of the very, very long night's events.

Joshua barely remembered what exactly happened last night. All that was branded in the frontal lobe of his brain was the image of your face when came over and over again on his fingers and mouth and dick. Your pretty sounds, the way you gripped his hair, the way your nails raked his back - it was all constantly running in his mind since he had woken up.

It had been about half an hour since the sunlight streaming in the room awakened him. Of all the amazing things that went down last night, the sight of your half naked body curled up against his chest in his bed was the most memorable. He had no idea your lips parted like that while you slept or that you frequently whined in your sleep. He wanted to know these small things about you. He wanted to know everything about you but he wondered if you would give him the chance to do that.

Just as he tucked your loose hairs behind your ear, his phone on the night stand began ringing loudly making him curse under his breath. As Joshua turned to pick up the phone, he felt you stir beside him. It was his divorce lawyer.

"Mr. Choi, morning." Joshua sat up rubbing his temples. He didn't even have the chance to talk to you about the future of this relationship and he was already getting a reminder to end it.

"Afternoon, Mr. Hong. Just called to let you know I've got all the paperwork ready."

"Right."

"Make sure you reach on time. Earlier would be better. I'd say at 2."

"Okay."

"Bring all the legal documents regarding your inheritance and finances, we need to talk about alimony and..."

Mr. Chois words which Joshua had already heard a 1000 times faded away as he felt you slowly stretch awake and clamber into his lap.

Good morning, he mouthed to which you smiled sleepily. God, he wanted this everyday.

You raised an eyebrow in question. Who is it?

Mr. Choi.

"....and I think that's all." Joshua turned his attention to the call again, missing the way your sweet smile faded. "You are getting ready to leave right? It will take you nearly an hour to reach in this traffic..."

Both of you turned and looked at the watch strike 1.

"Yeah we're..." He cleared his throat looking at you, unable to say the words. "We are...."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, recalling the way he was with you last night. Fuck, I lo-

This was love. This had to be love. And if he loved you and you loved him.....

And finally you took the lead this time, pressing your forehead against his, shutting your eyes tight and softly shaking your head.

Never in his life did Joshua feel the sense of relief he did as his heart flipped in his chest and he grinned. You didn't want this. You didn't want this which meant you wanted him.

"We're not coming today Mr. Choi. My wife and I don't want to get divorced."

With that he cut the call and threw his phone aside, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Is that what you want?"

You opened your eyes to see the beautiful man in front of you looking at you like nothing other than you mattered.

"You are what I want."

Joshua captured your mouth in a long, deep kiss, swallowing his words, showing how much he wanted you too. He'll tell you those 3 words some day, when the time is right. And you'll tell him too - what was the hurry when you had your whole life with him ahead of you. Right now, you could show him instead so you pushed him back onto the bed, leaning over him as your hips began grinding against his hardening length. Joshua smiled at you lazily.

"You're insatiable Mrs. Hong."

"Only for you Mr. Hong."

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claudemblems · 11 months

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Operation "Kiss the Girl" | Chapter 1: The First Date

Summary: With the help of Jade and Floyd, Ace and Deuce put the first step of their "Kiss the Girl" plan into motion. What better way to woo your true love than sharing a private candlelit dinner in the Mostro Lounge together?

Genre: Fem!Reader. Lots of pining. Fluff.

Notes: This is a long one at 2,891 words! I plan on writing at least two more parts after this, so stay tuned for them 💜

“Shrimpy’s in love with Azul?!”

The tweels stared slack-jawed at Ace and Deuce, wondering if this was some sort of prank they had the audacity to try to pull on them. Were they still angry about almost getting squeezed to death by Floyd during that whole contract debacle? Tsk, humans get so offended by everything.

"She is!" Deuce exclaimed. "And the only way to turn her back to a human is to have Azul, her true love, kiss her within three days!"

"Hmm…" Jade tapped a finger against his chin. "Ace, Deuce, for your sakes, I hope you're telling us the complete truth. Otherwise, I'll have to use Shock the Heart on you."

"We swear, Jade-senpai!" Ace cried, slamming his hands on the table. "We didn't come all the way here to mess with you!"

"Please believe us. [Name] is in a dangerous situation right now because of our stupidity. We can't just leave her to stay a mermaid forever. We need your help."

In one last attempt to persuade the twins for help, Ace and Deuce got up from the booth and prostrated themselves on the floor of the Mostro Lounge. With their faces to the floor, both of them yelled simultaneously, "Please!"

The twins shared a look, debating if getting involved in such frivolous human affairs was worth their time. After several painstakingly long moments, they finally reached a consensus.

"All right, we believe you, and we'll help you."

"Really?!"

"On one condition."

"Oh no," Ace groaned, earning a swift smack on the head from Deuce.

"There's no room for complaining! We promised to help [Name], so we have to see this through."

"Fine,” Ace sighed. “What's the condition?"

"That you'll help us help Azul confess his feelings to her."

"Sure! No problem! That will be easy—wait, confess his feelings?!"

"You haven't seen how Azul gives her those sickly sweet goo goo eyes?" Floyd sighed, rolling his eyes at the thought. "He's like a sea sponge that soaks up any kind of attention he gets from her."

"Wait a minute. So you're saying that their feelings are mutual?"

"It would seem so," Jade replied. "Ah, I do love a good story about sea-crossed lovers."

"Isn't it star-crossed...nevermind. Yes, we'll help you come up with a plan for him to confess to her!"

"Excellent. Go prepare [Name] for a romantic candlelit dinner tonight. We'll make sure Azul is dressed to impress."

"He's also gonna need some time to calm those nerves of his. He already turns into a tomato-faced mess when [Name] is mentioned~"

"Are you sure that you'll be able to convince him to have dinner with her?"

"Oh, don't worry," Jade answered, flashing a smile that showed off his sharp teeth. "We have our ways.”

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Earlier That Day

“Professor, what’s that?”

“It's a seashell necklace imbued with the voices of shapeshifting sirens,” Crewel answered Ace, leaning down beside the bathtub you were soaking in and clasping the jewelry around your neck. “It will allow her to return to her human form for a short while.”

“Professor, you’re amazing!”

“Don’t start flattering me yet, puppies,” Crewel replied sharply, shooting the duo another one of his infamous terrifying glares. “It can only hold its power for a limited amount of time. You’ll know it’s running low when scales begin to resurface on her skin. When that happens, come find me. I’ll restore its magical properties with a vial of a siren’s song.”

“Yes, sir!”

“And don’t think your idiocy will go unpunished. I’ll go easier on you for being so willing to help out your friend, but once she’s back to normal, I’m going to whip you both into shape.”

“Y-Yes, sir!”

“Now, I’ll be taking my leave. I’ll leave her care in your hands. Do not make me regret it.”

“We won’t let anything happen to [Name]!” Deuce promised.

“You can count on us!” Ace added.

“Good. Then I’ll be on my way.”

The three of you watched as Crewel gathered his things and wordlessly strolled out of Ramshackle Dorm. The atmosphere turned heavy as the realization of the impossible mission you all needed to accomplish finally dawned on you. But not one for reveling in misery, Ace was there to lighten the mood.

“Well, it’s time to work on getting [Name] her little smooch with Azul!”

“Y-You don’t have to put it like that, Ace!” you cried, hiding your flushed face in your hands.

“Aw, is someone embarrassed? Are you going to turn as red as the Little Mermaid’s hair when he puckers his lips for you?”

“Keep up your shenanigans and I’ll let Jade and Floyd make a seafood meal out of you.”

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“Okay, I can do this. It’s no problem. I just have to act like myself. Don’t try too hard. Don’t fiddle with your tie. Don’t give yourself reasons to be nervous. This is perfectly fine. This is fine. I’m fine…NO, I’M NOT FINE AT ALL!!!”

Floyd cackled as Azul hid his face in his hands, the candlelight illuminating his flushed skin. “Aw, poor Azul’s heart isn’t prepared for his first date!”

“They grow up so fast,” Jade added, dabbing at his dry eyes with a handkerchief.

“Both of you, knock it off!” Azul cried, waving his hands in frustration. “You just dumped this on me out of nowhere! Who makes “date” plans for someone else, much less when it doesn’t even involve you?”

“If we left it to you, it would never happen.”

“You…You don’t know that!”

Jade and Floyd exchanged a look.

“I think our boss here is in denial, Jade~”

“AM NOT!”

“You’re not helping your case, you know.”

“Ugh, just…leave me alone for a minute,” Azul pleaded, rubbing circles into his temples. “I need to compose myself before she gets here.”

And just as he finished speaking, a voice came echoing from the entrance of Mostro Lounge.

“Jade-senpai, Floyd-senpai! [Name]’s here!”

“Well, that’s our cue,” Jade said, shooting a playful smile at an absolutely mortified Azul. “Floyd, let’s get some menus and lead [Name] to her seat.”

“Sure thing! Azul, you better be composed now~!”

The twins set off before he even had time to respond.

“Oh, Sevens,” Azul sighed, holding his head. “This isn’t going to go smoothly at all.” Why in Twisted Wonderland did he let the twins persuade him into doing this “date” nonsense in the first place? “It’ll be a great stress reliever.” “You deserve a break.” Yeah, right. Those two were planning something far more nefarious, and it frustrated Azul that he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.

But all of his anger dissipated the moment his gaze fell on you.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight before him: you wore a beautiful light blue evening gown that draped over your shoulders, cascading onto the floor like ocean waves. Your hair was pinned up in an intricate hairstyle fixed in place with pearl-studded hair clips, and your makeup perfectly complemented your outfit’s ocean theme with varying shades of blue eyeshadow and coral-colored lipstick. And to tie the look together, your neck was adorned with a dazzling gold seashell necklace.

“Wow,” he breathed, too caught up in your beauty to hold back his awe.

You flushed at his sincere reaction. “Is this too much? Vil and Rook insisted on doing my makeup for the occasion. They said it would be ‘good practice.’”

“It’s perfect,” Azul replied, offering you his hand. Though he was still feeling like a flustered mess on the inside, he would never allow himself to forget to treat you like a gentleman should. “Shall we?”

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To Azul’s surprise, the night was flying by, and his nervousness had completely vanished as if he'd never had it in the first place. Conversation with you was light and comfortable, but if he was being honest, he would have been perfectly content with just letting you talk the rest of the night away. He found your voice so soothing to listen to, and a part of him wondered if you’d managed to put him under some sort of a love spell. But he knew that you, of course, were a magicless human, and yet that only made Azul all the more entranced by you.

“Thank you for having dinner with me, Azul,” you finally said, giving him a small smile.

“Of course,” Azul replied, wearing a smile of his own. “I should be thanking you as well. I would have asked you properly, but Jade and Floyd like to take matters into their own hands.”

“Just like Ace and Deuce. They seem to always make plans without asking for approval first.” You shook your head, laughing at the thought. “That’s what gets them into trouble all the time.”

“Yet here we are, enabling their behavior,” Azul sighed. “Still, I could never pass up an opportunity to be in your company. If I’m being honest…” A pink hue began to bloom on his porcelain cheeks, “you’re one of the few humans I feel like I can truly connect with. You know that I’m a reserved person, so trying to form friendships proves to be quite difficult for me. I’m out of my element when I’m not in the sea, which makes my attempts at fitting in even worse off. But with you…I forget about all of my shortcomings. I just enjoy being in your presence. So thank you, for all that you’ve done for me.”

Silence hung in the air for a few long moments before Azul’s face turned from a soft pink to a bright burning red. “I’m so sorry! I just started rambling and made everything awkward…Sevens, I don’t know what I’m even doing here—”

“Azul.”

Upon feeling the touch of your hand on his, he lifted his gaze to your face, and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of you wearing a warm smile. “I enjoy being in your company, too. I’ll always be here for you, whether you want to talk or get something off your chest. All you need to do is call my name and I’ll be there.”

“Oh,” he breathed, taken aback by your sincerity. “I mean, yes, thank you. You’re also welcome to come talk with me any time.”

“Good.”

The two of you finished up your dinner before your plates were taken away by Jade and Floyd (who wore suspicious grins on their faces, you noted). They returned with dessert for the last course, which you and Azul finished in a comfortable silence.

“Could I ask you something?” you asked after a while, fiddling with your hands in your lap. You’d been having so much fun on your “date” that you’d nearly forgotten you needed to win his affection.

“Of course.”

“What do you think of the love story between the Little Mermaid and her prince?”

Azul’s eyes widened a fraction. “Hmm…I’ve never really thought about it. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious. I watched the movie again recently with Ace and Deuce, but both of them thought it was overrated. “Too much romance, not enough action.” Honestly, there’s a reason those two don’t get girls.” Sorry, Ace and Deuce. This is just a little bit of revenge for what you’ve gotten me into.

“Hah, those two are too scatter-brained to get it. The movie is a classic! Who watches it and doesn’t like the romance?”

“Are you perhaps…a hopeless romantic, Azul?”

The tips of Azul’s ears turned a deep shade of red as he quickly shook his head. “N-No, I just don’t like seeing fools criticize good films!” He sighed, straightening his tie (something he seemed to do when he was nervous, you realized). “But if you’re asking for my opinion, I think the love story between the Little Mermaid and the Prince is beautiful. It’s endearing to watch the mermaid try to express her feelings through fleeting touches, gentle gazes, and bright smiles. And watching the Prince slowly begin to fall in love with her is so heart-warming. You can tell he loves her for who she is. His heart is matched perfectly with hers, and his affection for her is unconditional. He helped save her life, after all, just like she saved his.”

“They really are so sweet, aren’t they?” you replied with a dreamy sigh. You held your head in your hand, gazing up fondly at Azul as he rambled on again. The way his eyes lit up when he recounted the mermaid and prince’s romance was unmistakable. It was almost like he craved for the same thing in his own life, like he’d spent endless nights wondering what it might feel like if someone loved him like that.

Just who was he imagining in those scenarios, though, you wondered. No. You shook your head. Don’t get cold feet now. You’re looking too far into this. He’s just talking about the movie, is all. But still, part of you couldn’t help but question if there was a hint of truth in what you thought.

“And the film shows the importance of an equal give and take in relationships. This ensures fairness and a win-win situation for both parties, no matter what obstacles await them in the future.” He’s talking about contractual obligations again, isn’t he? You laughed to yourself. He never changes.

“But I do admire the Little Mermaid’s devotion to the one she loves. To give up her whole life as a mermaid means letting go of a lot, but she sees a brighter future with her prince. I think everyone deserves to find that special person, just as my mother found my step-father.” A small smile appeared on his face, no doubt recalling happy memories. “To be with someone who wants nothing more than to remain at your side…what more could you possibly ask for?”

It was then that he realized he’d begun to ramble on again. “Oh, I really don’t know when to quit, do I?’

Well, now’s the time to test the waters.

Carefully, you placed your hand on top of Azul’s, noting how his cheeks flushed at the action. “You deserve that happiness. I hope you find it.”

Instead of crawling back into his shell, Azul surprised you by smiling in return, gazing at you fondly. He mirrored your gesture by placing his other hand on top of yours and sincerely answering, “I hope you find it, too.”

Now it was your turn to blush.

But further conversation with him would have to wait. The shell’s power had begun to dwindle, causing your bright mermaid scales to reappear on your skin.

Shoot. I need to come up with an excuse to leave, and fast.

And as if they could read your mind, Jade and Floyd quickly came to your rescue.

“Azul, don’t you think it’s time to wrap things up for the night? I’m sure [Name] is quite tired, and there’s a mountain of paperwork waiting for you in your office.”

“Oh! You’re right. It’s late, isn’t it?” Azul glanced down at his watch. “I’m sorry for keeping you so long.”

“It’s no problem,” you replied. “I had a great time. Thank you for having me.”

“You will always be welcome here. Come by whenever you’d like. Your food and drinks will be completely free of charge.”

The statement was so out of character that it left yours, Jade’s, and Floyd’s mouths agape. Azul never offered anything for free, not without some sort of catch. But it seemed that he was being genuine with his words. At least, that’s what you thought.

“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Within moments, Ace and Deuce returned to your side, thanking the trio before leading you back to Ramshackle Dorm.

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Even long after you’d left the lounge, Azul was staring off into the distance in a daze. He couldn’t hide the happiness that enveloped him like ocean waves. He was caught in your current, a single man enraptured by the siren that was destined to take him down with her. But he would willingly go wherever you wanted him to, even if it meant risking everything just for your love.

Floyd broke into laughter at the lovestruck look on his boss’ face. “If you like Shrimpy that much, why don’tcha tell her? She’s been giving you goo goo eyes all night long, too!”

“Ah, young love. It’s a beautiful thing,” Jade chimed in, smirking when Azul’s face turned a lobster red.

“You both are insufferable,” he huffed, stomping off to his room. He’d had enough of the tweels for one night. But even if he escaped their teasing within the confines of his four walls, that didn’t mean he’d managed to calm himself down at all.

Falling asleep proved difficult when all he could think about was you.

And across the college grounds, the same could be said for you, too.

You had the most wonderful night spent at Azul’s side, but time was already running out. You’d nearly forgotten the purpose of going there in the first place. You didn’t need to fall even more in love with him. He needed to fall in love with you.

But you still had time to make this all work. That’s what you reminded yourself before your eyes finally slid shut, your dreams filled with memories of your romantic night.

One day had passed. You only had two more remaining.

#twst #twst x reader #azul #azul x reader

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writerpey · 1 year

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Little!Wednesday - Woe is Me

I’ve been wanting to write more little wednesday recently, so here’s a ficlet I wrote about her first time regressing away from home. I headcanon that she actually regresses at home quite often but isn’t always aware of it, so when it happens at nevermore it’s quite different, and a little scary for her. (and not in the way she likes!) characters include enid, thing, thornhill and xavier. enjoy! <3 pls let me know if u would enjoy a part 2!

Wednesday wasn’t quite prepared for how miserable she would feel today. Not that she would complain, as a day of misery was a necessary accomplishment for the Addams girl, but it was surprising nonetheless.

It had started off the same as any other day. The sound of pop music flooded out from Enid’s phone, jolting Wednesday awake when she had been up until dawn just a couple hours prior, clacking away at her typewriter.

“Good morning! I would say I’m sorry, Weds, but this is justice for the constant clicky-clacky.” Enid’s chipper statement clipped Wednesday’s ears and was met with a cat-like growl from the dark-haired girl in response.

Wednesday pulled herself out of bed ruefully and casted an especially dark gaze at Enid. Looking out of the large window of their shared room, she was pleased to see that the sky was perfectly overcast and gloomy. Going through the motions of changing and fixing her braids was automatic, but the day began to shift when Wednesday sat down for breakfast at the dining hall with Enid.

The bustle of gorgon boys and the chattering of the siren girls in the hall had changed this morning. Rather than being just the right amount of annoyance to Wednesday’s ears, the noise grated at her head instead. The girl shook her head faintly, willing the feeling to disappear. But it didn’t.

“Enid.” Wednesday said, getting the werewolf’s attention away from the magazine she had spread out in front of her. Enid hummed, glancing at Wednesday, then double-taking at the look on the brooding girl’s face.

“Are you okay? You look… Disturbed. More than usual, I mean.” She said, frowning at Wednesday. It was off-putting that she was able to read her usually unreadable friend.

“I don’t know.” Wednesday replied honestly, shaking her head again. “It’s too loud in here. I have to leave.”

With that, Wednesday stood from her seat in a flash and made an escape.

“Wednesday, wait—!” Enid’s voice faded as Wednesday ignored her and got as far away from the hall as possible.

As she found her way to the quad, in the fresh air and under the cloudy sky, Wednesday took a deep breath in the morning chill. She raised a hand and pressed it against her chest, feeling the pounding of her heart and willing it to slow to its normal state of near death. After taking a moment to check if her surroundings were clear, Wednesday sat on the edge of the quad’s fountain in a huff. Her school uniform was pinching her shoulders uncomfortably, her braids didn’t feel even on both sides, and most of all, her head felt fuzzy. The girl rubbed her cheek against her shoulder in itchiness. All she wanted to do was go back to her room and change into one of her sweaters and read a book with Thing. But the Nevermore bell rang out, and she picked herself up and dragged her feet to class.

The dangerous display of venus flytraps offered just enough horror to lift Wednesday’s attention in class as the lesson for the day began. Yet unexpected misery came crashing in the form of Xavier Thorpe into his seat and his constant need to talk to Wednesday.

“Wednesday, Wednesday, watch this!” He whispered for the sixth time in twenty minutes. His drawings of creepy and crawly bugs lifted from the page and made their way toward the shared venus flytrap that sat on their lab bench.

Wednesday couldn’t help that her attention turned from Thornhill to Xavier’s bugs. There were so many of them! And she just had to watch and see if the plant would really eat them. Finally, Xavier had done something fascinating enough to capture Wednesday’s attention.

The loud slam of a textbook over the bugs caused them to dissipate into the air in a black puff, and it also made Wednesday flinch harshly. In an instant, Thornhill had snatched the flytrap away from their desk and launched into a loud rant about respect that grated against Wednesday and made her stomach roll.

Usually she wouldn’t care, but usual didn’t seem to be a word she would describe today as. She silently listened to Thornhill, mouth uncharacteristically closed from any witty response or defense. With their plant taken away and replaced with a textbook, Xavier and Wednesday were given an alternative assignment to complete rather than the task of joyfully feeding live bugs to the flytraps.

Wednesday was glad at least to see the look of guilt on Xavier’s face, but she was much less enthused when he expected her to talk when she felt like doing the opposite.

“Wednesday, I said I was sorry.” Xavier huffed loudly, waving a hand in front of Wednesday’s face as she focused on the book in front of them. “Can’t you say something? Or anything?” He continued complaining, groaning and pushing the textbook away from her.

Wednesday’s hands reached up to tug softly at her braids, an action that she used to ground herself. She did it at home when Father was too late returning to the house, when Mother told her she couldn’t sleep with Nero in her bed, and when Pugsley was being sickeningly kind. It was as if— Oh. Suddenly, Wednesday understood, and she shrunk into herself. No one else was meant to see her when she felt so outside of herself, so small. Her hand shot up, and Xavier groaned again.

“Yes, Wednesday?” Thornhill came up to the desk, her nails drumming against its surface.

“I feel unwell. I need to leave.” The girl said, voice quiet but still monotonous.

Thornhill raised an eyebrow at her in doubt. “So suddenly? There’s no need to get out of the assignment, dear. You and Xavier are more than capable.”

“I know you don’t believe me, but this is a life or death matter.” Wednesday responded quickly, eyes flitting to Xavier to see if he’d help her because he was always keen to. Instead, he stayed quiet, smiling and seeming to enjoy Wednesday’s debacle. She cursed him internally.

“And why might that be?” The teacher further pressed, putting her hands on her hips indignantly.

Wednesday tugged on one of her braids even harsher than before. She could feel her words starting to jumble in her brain, even before they could get to her mouth. “I… I…”

Wednesday’s inability to form a response wiped the cheeky grin off Xavier’s face. “I think she’s about to throw up.” He lied on the spot, getting up from his seat and backing up dramatically.

Luckily enough, someone piped up from across the classroom honestly. “Is she sick? I heard something’s going around!”

Thornhill took a half step back from the desk. “Okay, no need to convince me further. Wednesday, honey, I’m going to get Xavier to take you up to see the nurse, alright?”

Wednesday nodded, her head full of clouds and stomach full of butterflies. She wasn’t even aware Xavier was talking to her until they were halfway to the nurse. The girl stopped in her tracks in the hallway and spun around, on her way to Ophelia Hall.

“Just stop for a second, will you?” The boy put a firm hand on Wednesday’s shoulder to stop her.

“Don’ touch me!” She exclaimed loudly, stopping in her tracks and snatching herself away from his touch. Wednesday knew the outburst would require an uncomfortable explanation, but she felt much too young to do anything about it now.

“Woah, woah, I’m sorry. I won’t.” Xavier held his hands up, backing away from her to give her some space. “Can you just tell me what’s going on? You don’t seem… Right.” He awkwardly asked, assessing her with an intensity he usually saved for when she wasn’t aware of his presence.

Wednesday tipped her chin down to the floor, looking at her shoes. His words were almost a carbon copy of Enid’s earlier in the morning. She shook her head, saying, “Can’t.”

“You can’t?” The boy echoed, brow furrowing in confusion. “Okay, well, at least let me take you wherever you’re going.”

Wednesday looked up at him with wide eyes, her own brow pinched into a scowl. But she nodded anyways, and continued in the direction of her dorm. Xavier trailed next to her quietly, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t walk with her once they made it to the doors to Ophelia Hall, as boys were restricted.

“Wednesday, hey, before you go…” Xavier started, bending down to look Wednesday in the eye as she wouldn’t look up. “Listen, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but if you need someone… A friend, you know where to find me.” He stumbled on his words, especially when Wednesday started pulling at the collar of her shirt and shifted her weight on her feet. “Okay, okay, I won’t keep you any longer.”

With that, Wednesday disappeared through the door, finally making it up the stairs to her dorm room. The haze in her mind had completely settled, and it even began to become comfortable once she changed out of her uniform and into one of her big striped sweaters.

Thing noticed her early arrival, and pattered his way from her desk to her bed, where she had plopped down cross legged and was attempting to redo her braids.

“Hello, Thing.” She said, her soft, monotonous but less abrasive than her usual.

You’re back. Thing signed. Are you little? He pinched his thumb and index finger and left a small space in between them to ask.

Wednesday nodded, her tongue coming out as she focused on her braids, brow furrowing. Thing walked up her arm and softly batted her hands away, taking it upon himself to fix her hair. The girl felt a weight leave her shoulders, the mere action of Thing helping her with something so simple allowing her to rest in her headspace.

When he finished she ran her hands down her braids, pleased with the symmetry and smoothness. Thing then scuttled away, digging underneath Wednesday’s bed for something. The girl laid on her stomach on the bed and leaned over to look, her braids dangling and bangs reacting in the same fashion as she watched Thing upside down. Finally, he pulled out what he was looking for: a copy of the Grimm Brother’s Fairy Tales. The corners of Wednesday’s mouth curled into a cruel smile, as she grew excited to flip through the horrific book.

“Thank you, Thing.” She said gratefully, taking the book and opening it on the bed in front of herself. He crawled up and sat next to the book, offering to turn the pages for her. As gleefully as possible, Wednesday read the book of fairy tales and smiled at the woe that befell the characters.

For now, she was little and safe for the first time at Nevermore. And Wednesday didn’t know what she would say when Enid would come back to their room later the day, but with Thing, she would figure it out.

#pt 2?#sfw agere #sfw agere fic #wednesday agere #wednesday fic #agere fic #little space #little wednesday #little!wednesday #age regression #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #xavier thorpe

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ystrike1 · 2 years

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The Male Lead Won't Let Me Be! - By Joo Ari (7.5/10)

This one gets better, but the first few chapters are very boring. It's a reincarnation story for absolutely no reason whatsoever. Please do yourself a favor and skip over the parts about reincarnation. It's a decent fantasy story without that element.

Ariel is the only daughter of the prestigious Ellifritz family. She's a skilled swordswoman and she's gorgeous. Her future fiance is the (evil) crown prince, but she can easily avoid that future. She doesn't want to be a Villainess! She decides to marry someone else. Her reputation changes. Ariel boldly proclaims that she will only marry a man that is perfect for her. She rejects a ton of marriage proposals. If the crown prince asks for her she will simply say no, because she knows he's a liar who will be dethroned by his younger brother.

Ariel is popular and powerful. The crown prince can't force her to do anything. Ariel can freely walk away from her future as a Villainess. She accidentally saves the real future Emperor, Seigfried. Then things get complicated for her. Seigfried is five years younger than her. He's not ready to defeat Prince Eisa yet. Ariel offers to help him for her own benefit. Seigfried is the type of man that protects his allies. If House Ellifritz shows their loyalty now they will be rewarded.

Ariel provides a safe place for the prince. She heals him. She banters with him. They train together and become friends. Ariel does not see Seigfried as a potential fiancé, because he's a teenager and she is an adult. She wants an ideal husband that won't mess up her future.

The assassin Eisa hired is named Killian, and he's also not a great husband candidate. Seigfried gives him a better job offer, and the assassin decides to switch sides. He also has a crush on Ariel. His constant flirting makes Seigfried very jealous.

Seigfried keeps getting more jealous over time. Ariel's childhood friend Manuel is also interested in her. When she dances with him Seigfried watches. He drinks even though he's underage, and he lashes out. Seigfried is a prince. Manuel cannot go against him. When Seigfried mistreats him he has to obediently withdraw.

Seigfried (while drunk) treats Manuel like a dog. It's awkward as hell. He kicks and pushes the man away from Ariel. Then he kicks the grown man outside. Ariel is confused but she can see that Seigfried is drunk. She forgives him at first, but then he keeps getting worse.

He starts to get really manipulative. He acts cute to make her let her guard down, but he does want to marry her. She's too popular. He hates it. He tries to scare her other fiance candidates away. She doesn't like any of the candidates, but it's still creepy. Seigfried is willing to do and say anything to keep men away from Ariel.

Ariel confronts him. She says he will have to wait at least five years. I actually cringed. She rips him apart. He says his beauty is like a rose. It's delightful to look at, but that's all. She would never actually touch him and she doesn't see him as a man. He is way too young and immature for her. The difference between a fifteen year old and a twenty year old is vast. Ariel is not willing to budge. She won't even be his fiance. He has to wait or give up, and she won't wait for him. While he's away fighting she'll still be looking for a husband.

She tells him to find a girl his age.

Then, they leave to hunt sirens together.

The sirens in this are pretty cool. They use their hypnosis to freeze their prey with lust, fear, or hallucinations. They are hard to kill so knights like Ariel and Seigfried clear them away every year. The siren spell affects Seigfried, because his emotions are running high. Ariel just rejected him, and he's afraid.

He doesn't want her to choose another man while he's busy fighting Eisa. He's frustrated because she bluntly told him he's not her type. He wants her. The siren spell distracts him and it feeds on his rage. Ariel steps in to save him yet again, but the vision the siren showed him hardens his resolve. The story isn't over yet, but I think Seigfried is going to force her into marriage. He is already actively trying to scare men away from her. She's one of the most popular potential brides, so Seigfried will have to do alot of dirty things to keep her single. I think he's capable of that. He's pretty darn manipulative.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #The Male Lead Won't Let Me Be!

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something like love

kazutora hanemiya x female! reader

warnings: masturbation, praise, slow and soft sex, some language, fluff

summary: you’d known Kazutora since being kids, and was always there to help him back up when he got down. after getting out of prison as an adult, you let him stay with you, forming a relationship.

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Kazutora walked into the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind him. The apartment was clean, considering you were off work today. Though all the lights were off, as well as the tv. The only light was the one coming from your bedroom.

Kazutora had known you since being kids, even before Baji. You were always the one he came to about his family issues or even gang issues. He came to you when he needed his cuts and bruises cleaned up. Even now, he comes home to you to clean any bites or scratches from the animals.

When he went to jail the first time, you were there for him at the trial. You always made sure to send letters when you couldn’t visit him. When he got you, you were the one waiting for him outside. He felt horrible for the tears that streamed down your face as you held him close.

You by no means agreed with how he felt towards Mikey, knowing it wasn’t his fault. When you told Kazutora about how you felt, he pushed you away. You still watched from the sidelines, checking on him. You remember when Chifuyu called you, explaining what happened.

You ran to the junk yard that day, finding Kazutora sitting with Bajis body. You held him as he cried, apologizing for what he had done. You had stayed with him until the sirens got too close and he told you to leave.

You restarted the cycle on visiting and writing your letters again. You were the one, again, waiting on the other side when he was released. You let him stay with you, convinced Chifuyu to give him a job and helped him rekindle with all his old friends.

Kazutora was truly in love with you.

But he was far to scared to say it.

There’s been plenty of chances. He’s taken you out to dinner, had nights where you both just sat the park, even just watching a movie together in the living room, all cuddled up. He could never bring himself to tell you.

He was scared of the outcome. Even though all of his friends could see how in love with him you were, Kazutora couldn’t. He thought you were just being a nice friend all this time and didn’t feel that way.

Like how you held him when he had nightmares.

You would always help with his hair.

Or how you would always reassure him when you had sex.

You weren’t any better. You knew Kazutora had issues, even all this time after his childhood. Telling him you loved him could end in a very bad way, which was not a risk you were willing to take. So you would wait for him to come to you.

Kazutora took his shoes off, walking to the bedroom. He could hear some whimpers as he peeked his head around the corner, eyes widening at the scene in front of him.

You laid on the bed, completely naked with a vibrator teasing your clit, your fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples all while your other fingers went in and out of your hole. “Kazuuu, please, mm, please~”

Red dusted Kazutoras cheeks hearing your moans, especially hearing his name coming out. Pushing the door slightly, you stopped, hearing the squeak. Sitting up, you seen Kazutora peaking in, causing you to cover your breasts.

He didn’t understand why you were embarrassed, it wasn’t anything he’s never seen. Walking in, you just stared at him as his eyes raked your body. “Why did you stop, baby?”

Your cheeks quickly flared up, not even bothering to think about anything else. He came closer, sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. His thumb caressed your cheek as his palm held your face. “I was enjoying my show.” Moving his hand, he gripped your cheeks with his fingers and thumb, pulling your face closer. “You want me to help you? I know you didn’t finish, sweet girl.”

You nodded, watching as he smiled. “You gotta tell me, I need your words.”

You slightly pouted before looking up at him through your lashes. “Please make me cum, Kazu.”

He smirked, bringing your lips to his his before pulling back. “My pleasure baby.”

You were thankfully already awfully wet, and he could feel his tip leaking. He shredded his clothes quickly, kissing down your body, glancing up at you. You were a mess in all honesty. A sight Kazutora loved to see.

Pulling himself up, he took his cock, pressing his tip between your lips. You leaned loudly as it went over your clit. “Kazu, mhmm, please! I need you in me~”

He gave you a loving smile before pushing himself in you, slowly and inch by inch. He leaned over you, interlacing your hands as he bottomed out. He gasped as he felt your walls clench around him, gulping back his moans. “Not too hard baby, you’re already tight enough.”

He started to move, lips attaching to your neck. His hips started a steady pace, your moans and his grunts mixing together. That plus him sucking your neck and leaving hickeys, you could already feel your release building up.

“Fuck Kazu! Keep going, please don’t stop~”

He licked up your neck, a moan falling from both of your lips. His lips assaulted yours, teeth clashing and tongues adventuring eachothers mouths. He pulled away for air, his forehead resting on yours. “Fuck y/n, I never wanna stop. You’re doing so good, I wanna stay like this.

I love you too much to stop.”

Your eyes opened widely, staring up at him as he suddenly stopped moving, looking at you with same expression.

There was no movement, no words, really no thoughts other than Kazutoras words ringing in your ears. You had a feeling it would come out eventually, but not like this. In this position of all things. “What?”

“What do you mean? I didn’t say anything.”

He started trying to scramble off the bed, while you grabbed at his arms. “Tora wait, please!”

“No, it’s okay, I’m not actually in the mood for rejection right now.”

“Tora stop!”

You pulled his arm, pulling him to sit on the edge of the bed while you sat up, pulling the sheets up. His hands were shaking and you could see the tears building up. His breathing had picked up as well.

“Tora-“

“You don’t have to beat around the bush, just tell me. I didn’t mean to make it weird like that. Not that I don’t mean it, I really do love you, I have for a long time. But I understand if you don’t feel like that-“

You placed a kiss on his lips, cutting him off from the rambling. He kissed back, and you could feel the tears falling. Pulling back, you leaned your head against his, stroking the back of his neck.

“I love you too, Tora.”

He jumped back into you, wrapping his arms around you. He placed kisses all around your face, causing you to giggle before gently pushing him back, caressing his cheeks. “Please say it again, pretty girl.”

You smiled, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “I love you forever, Tora.”

#tokyo revengers kazutora #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #reader insert #anime #fanfic

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Part 4: Until Time Stops

Fandom: In Time

Pairing: Raymond Leon x OC

Summary: What is one to do when asked to chose between their survival and doing their job?

Word Count: 3,662

Notes: Last chapter! Thank you all so much for reading! I hope that you’ve enjoyed it! Warnings for depictions of violence and character deaths, and references to sexual content.

Masterlists: Main • Series • Fic

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Chapter 5: All That Matters

Finally catching her breath where it had all but been punched from her lungs, Rose pushed open the door, standing up on the car to see over the heads of the crowd. She watched as they converged on the Timeline, arms held out desperately to the man holding a single silver time capsule.

The capsule that Salas had probably stolen. The one with a million years on it. Chewing on her bottom lip, she considered what to do. Trying to barrel in there and take it would probably just end with her getting torn to pieces by the crowd. They all looked so hopeful. Like this was their big chance.

Maybe it would be. Maybe this would be the push needed for the system to be reformed. Or maybe all of Dayton would be dead and gone within a month. She was more willing to bet on the latter.

She couldn’t see Raymond, amongst the crowd. Or Salas and Sylvia for that matter. Where had they gone?

Ducking back into the car, she crawled over the gearshift and into the front seat, trying the engine. Come on, baby, come on, baby.

She let out a rather dorky whoop when it started. Pulling the car away from the wreck, she decided to ignore that rather alarmingly rattling that was coming from…somewhere. Instead beginning to drive down the road, hitting the siren once to get a few of the people in the crowd who were right in front of her to disperse as she eased the car forward.

Do not make me run you over.

Swinging around the outskirts of the crowd, it took some considerable maneuvering until she was out of the worst of it. There was another Timekeeper standing at the edge of the crowd, looking a little worse for wear and rather helpless as to what to do.

“Hey!” she shouted, rolling down the window and sticking her head out. “Hey! Have you seen Raymond?”

The Timekeeper flinched. “Um. Yeah. He took my car.”

“Where did he go?”

He pointed towards one of the roads.

“Thanks. Just sit tight. The others are on their way,” she didn’t wait to see what his response would be, instead flooring it again, beginning to drive down the road, in the direction that hopefully her boyfriend and the two wanted criminals that he was chasing had disappeared to.

∗ ∗ ∗

The whir of the car’s engine wasn’t particularly loud, but to Raymond it was like thunder. The sound invaded his brain, making it hard to think. His jaw was clenched so tightly with stress it was giving him a headache.

Up, over the hills, down the road…where are you? Where are you?

He caught sight of them, running towards the town in the distance. Salas was moving fast, clutching tightly to Sylvia’s hand. The poor girl looked about to keel over, clearly still not used to running at the speeds or distances that Salas was.

Pushing the car to the top of the hill, he came to a stop in front of the short cement pillars blocking the road. Leaping from the driver’s seat, he didn’t even bother with closing the door behind him, charging down the hill, allowing gravity to help push him along at a faster speed.

“Stop!” he caught up to them at the crossroads, gun raised. The pair froze, chests heaving. Sighing out a huge gasp, he allowed his burning lungs to fill with air. “You can run,” he said finally to Salas.

“So can you,” Salas panted. “You’re from here, aren’t you?”

Raymond wiped at his brow and nodded, slowly. “A long time ago.”

“Yeah,” Salas’s face shifted.

“I worked out how to escape.”

“And now you make sure no one else does.”

Raymond did not like the accusation in his tone. The judgment. As if he knew anything about the things that Raymond had done. That he lived through.

It wasn’t like he was the one who’d made the fucked up system they were all trapped living in. Why did he have to shoulder the blame for it?

Crying and screaming that the world wasn’t fair. And then throwing a tantrum and trying to break everything when things didn’t go their way. That was what Will Salas and Sylvia Weis were doing. He wondered if they actually cared all that much about the people they claimed to help. Or if they had just become addicted to the rush of feeling like saviors.

“It’s the way it has to be,” he tried to explain. “I didn’t start the clock. I can’t turn it back. I keep it running. I keep time.”

“I keep time,” Salas repeated back at him, mockingly, in disgust. There was the sound of tires squealing in the distance. “I’m gonna need some of that time you borrowed from me,” he raised his arm, to show Raymond the numbers ticking down. “Unless you want us to die on the way to our execution?”

Yes, he could do that. Salas was right, annoyingly. He didn’t want either of them dead. He’d just give them enough to get them back to base and book them–

Wait.

He went rigid.

You should collect yours too.

I will, in a second.

He swallowed hard, stuttering. Fuck.

Reaching down, he pulled away the sleeve of his coat to check his timer.

A car, or what was left of one, roared around the corner, screeching to a stop directly beside him. The front was smashed up and still smoking. Door flying open, Rose staggered out, gun pointed at Salas and Sylvia, swaying a little, almost as if she were drunk. Her eyes darted amongst them, processing.

“Rose…” Raymond started to say, and she must have seen the mounting panic in his eyes. Or maybe she was close enough to read the numbers on his arm. The measly seconds counting down that he had left.

At least he got to see her one last time.

But sometimes he forgot just how fast Rose could be when she wanted to.

She lunged forward, and seized his arm so tightly it would probably leave bruises, catching him before his timer could hit zero, sending the numbers speeding upwards. He was so surprised that his gun slipped from his fingers to clatter onto the road. Staring at each other, their breaths stuttered in their chests at the realization that he had almost died.

There was a click, as a gun was cocked. Starting, their heads snapped around to stare down the barrel that Salas was pointing at them.

“Give me some of your time,” he said to Rose.

“I barely had enough to split with Raymond,” she said.

“Sylvia, get to her car.”

“The time mechanism is smashed. It won’t work.”

He could see the beginnings of desperation appearing in Salas’s eyes. Desperation was dangerous. Turning the gun to aim at Raymond’s head, he raised an eyebrow. Rose looked at him with an expression that was rather unimpressed, pointing her own gun at Sylvia.

“None of us have time for this.”

Salas gritted his teeth. Raymond looked warily at the gun pointed at his head. Rose looked between the three of them, mind clearly working. Finally, she huffed, gritting her teeth and tilting her head upwards, to the sky, as if in exasperation. Then she looked at him, head tilted in apology.

“You can make it to the town if you stop standing around,” she said to Salas. Raymond started. Salas gaped.

“What?”

“Rose, no,” Raymond said at the same time.

“What choice do we have? We keep standing around here, all four of us are going to time out.”

“They are underarrest–”

“They have a gun to your head!” she shouted back, and he blinked, more taken aback at the sudden fear in her eyes than anything else. Turning back to Salas, her eyes glittered with fury. “Truce,” she said, through gritted teeth. “I don’t shoot her, you don’t shoot him. We will let you go, but only this once,” she nodded to Sylvia, trying to appeal to Salas’s clear care for her. “You need to get her to town before you both time out.”

Raymond ground his teeth together. Goddammit.

“Will,” Sylvia tugged on his arm. “Will, come on. Let’s go.”

“You left Raymond alive, back at the plaza after your girlfriend shot him,” Rose said. “You didn’t have to. I’m repaying you now. After this, we’re even.”

Salas hesitated only a moment, before lowering the gun, allowing Sylvia to begin to pull him away. “Thank you.”

“Don’t ever let us see you again,” was all Rose said in response.

They didn’t wait to see what happened to Salas or Sylvia, instead rushing to the banged up car. He winced at the sound the engine made as Rose put it into drive, tearing back down the road into town.

“Why did you do that?” he demanded. “We had them–”

“Ray, we have minutes left on our clocks. We don’t have time to wrestle them into the car. And if we’d tried, Salas would have shot you dead,” she sniffed, once. “They’ll probably time out before they get to town anyway,” from her tone, he could tell that even she didn’t believe that. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Okay, fine. I did,” she snapped, pushing the car to go faster as they approached the swarm of Timekeeper cars that had diverged onto the town since they’d been gone. “I chose your life over capturing them.”

“Who knows what kind of damage they will do now that we’ve let them go–”

She slammed so hard onto the breaks that he jerked forward. “We can talk about this later. We’ve got seconds,” Jumping out of the car, they rushed past the other Timekeepers to get to the working mechanisms in their cars, both sighing in relief as they collected their per diems, timers counting upwards.

He didn’t speak much to Rose for the rest of the day. He was too busy attempting to cobble together some sort of a response to the situation. Inside his chest swarmed a mess of emotions. She’d saved his life. He couldn’t begrudge her that. Had their positions been switched, he probably would have done the same thing.

He felt bad for yelling at her.

But, god. They’d been so close. And the frustration prickled in his mind like pins. Not to mention the anxiety of what was going to happen to them at work. They’d probably get fired, for letting this happen while on their watch.

And who knows what Salas and Sylvia were planning next.

What a fucking mess.

∗ ∗ ∗

They didn’t get fired, but they did get demoted.

Desk duty. No more patrols. No more involvement with the Salas case.

The system didn’t collapse under the million years that Salas had released into Dayton, but it had made it unstable. Many had managed to escape Dayton into the other, richer Time Zones thanks to the wealth Salas had gifted them. But it didn’t matter.

The taxes were strategic. Aimed to hit all but the very richest of the rich. And jobs had dried up. Soon, the people who’d migrated out of Dayton would be forced to return to the ghetto due to its sudden influx in job offers and low priced living expenses. It was that, or time out in the street.

So much for making change.

Salas and Sylvia were still on the run. But the nets were closing in on them. Timekeepers posted at every bank and time check. It was a miracle that they’d managed to elude them for as long as they did.

A bottomless pit of guilt had opened up inside her stomach, the desire to curl in on herself in shame powerful enough to leave her almost paralyzed. It was her fault that all of this was happening. She shouldn’t have let Salas and Sylvia go. Even if it had meant running the risk of timing out, she should have taken it.

Raymond hadn’t talked to her much in the past week.

To be fair, she’d been avoiding him. She didn’t know how to face him, knowing just how badly she’d fucked up. She needed to find some way to fix all of this. Then everything would be okay again.

Almost everyone else had gone home, the office dark save for the light from her computer screen. Still, she glanced around anxiously. They were banned from working any more on the Salas case. If she was caught, she could easily get fired.

Clicking through the files, she skimmed over them carefully.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped and almost screamed. Raymond had strode over to stand behind her silently, hands clasped behind his back, lips pressed into a deep frown.

“I-I’m-”

“Are you still investigating the Salas case?”

“...No?”

“Rose,” he ground out, gritting his teeth. “We’re not allowed to look at anything pertaining to that anymore.”

“I know, but…”

“If you get caught doing this, they’ll fire you.”

“They’re not going to catch me!”

“All it would take is someone to access your computer history.”

“I’m just…I’m trying to fix things.”

“Really? Because it looks to me like all you’re doing is trying to make things worse.”

She froze, jaw setting. “Oh, fuck you.”

His brow rose, arms crossing across his chest. “Wait–”

“You keep blaming me, but none of this would have happened if you had listened to me when I told you to collect your damn per diem!” she shouted, voice echoing in the dark, empty office. “I said that I’m sorry, I don’t know what more you want from me!”

“Rose–”

Spinning back around in her chair, she closed all applications and locked her computer. “I’m going to go get a drink,” standing, she grabbed her jacket from the back of her seat, yanking her arm away when he tried to touch her. “Don’t follow me.”

She spent about an hour sitting miserably at the bar near the base, sipping at her drinks and staring at the sticky counter in front of her, arms wrapped around herself. The bartender didn’t say much to her, likely seeing in her face that she didn’t want to talk.

By the time she got home, she’d expected him to be in bed. But he instead had his arms folded over the kitchen counter, a single light on as he waited for her.

“Rose,” he sighed quietly as he watched her in the living room. She didn’t say anything in return as she fluffed at the nest of blankets and pillows she’d created on the couch, disappearing into the bathroom for a moment to change into her pajamas and brush her teeth. When she returned, he was still standing there, staring depressively at the couch she’d banished herself to sleeping on for the past week.

“Rose, come to bed.”

“No.”

“Honey, please. Stop punishing yourself.”

“I’m not punishing myself.”

“Yes, you are,” he said gently. “I’m not angry with you, okay? I’m sorry.”

Dropping the blankets, she looked away, lips pouting as she tried not to cry. Raymond padded cautiously over to her.

“I didn’t want to let them go,” she whispered, sniffling. He touched her shoulder.

“I know.”

She let him wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest, leaning against him tiredly.

“Just come to bed,” he said softly. She sighed. “If you don’t, I’ll just wait until you’re asleep and carry you there myself.”

“No you wouldn’t,” she mumbled.

“You want to try me?”

Huffing she draped her arms over his shoulders. “Fine.”

Raymond squeezed her once, then scooped her up into his arms, carrying her gingerly to the bedroom, setting her on the mattress and curling up next to her.

“You did the right thing, given the circumstances,” his lips pressed along the nape of her neck as he buried his face there, arm going around her waist. “You saved our lives.”

“But they went free.”

“They’ll get caught eventually. You see anything promising on those files you were looking at?”

“Not particularly.”

“It’ll work out.”

“I don’t like this. It feels like we’ve switched places,” she was often the one reassuring him about shit like this, not the other way around.

He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Go to sleep, honey.”

Her eyelids were growing heavy. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

His chest rumbled as he laughed, kissing her again. “There’s my girl.”

∗ ∗ ∗

There was no sign of Salas and Sylvia within a month, and the lack of progress clearly had angered their superiors. They’d allowed them back onto the case, with the promise of a full reinstatement if they managed to deliver both of them. Dead or alive.

“See? They just needed to cool off from the mess that happened when those million years were released into Dayton,” Raymond said.

“I think that it has more to do with the entire department going to shit since Jaeger was put in charge,” nice as the kid was, he was still so young. He didn’t have anywhere close to the experience level needed to take command. Whatever anyone had to say about Raymond, he’d run a tight, effective ship for the past fifty years.

“Salas and Sylvia must be furious that the million years didn’t crash the system like they’d hoped.”

“Which probably means that they’ll be looking at bigger banks to rob.”

“We know that they have a preference for Weis banks thanks to Sylvia’s connection to them. What’s the biggest one?”

“Um,” she tapped at her computer. “This one. On the edge of New Greenwich.”

“Hm.”

She cocked her head. “You got an idea?”

“The beginnings of one, perhaps.”

∗ ∗ ∗

In hindsight, Will and Sylvia weren’t actually all that smart. Just lucky.

And luck always ran out sooner or later.

But for god sakes, Rose would have thought them to be more clever than to just drive up to the front of the bank, step out, without even trying to cover their faces, guns shining in the afternoon sun. They exchanged a few words, then began to saunter up the stairs, towards the entrance. Pulling away from the window, before they could see her, she turned to where Raymond was leaning against the front counter.

“They’re here.”

Raymond made a silent signal and everyone moved with ease, like a well oiled machine, sliding into their assigned positions. Moving to sit behind the counter, where one of the tellers would usually be, she let her finger rest against the red button on the underside of the counter.

The doors opened, then closed as Salas and Sylvia stepped inside, and she pushed down.

There was a satisfying, click as every single door in the building locked.

“Hello, Will,” Raymond said slowly. “Sylvia,” he added in greeting. “Please put your guns down, get on your knees, with your hands above your head.”

When Salas didn’t immediately comply, eyes instead darting around the building, Raymond clicked his tongue. “This bank is completely locked down. All doors are locked and the windows are reinforced. They can’t be broken. You can’t run.”

Salas glanced at his gun. Rose lifted hers in a silent threat. The squeak of boots announced the other Timekeepers, practically an entire army, moving from their places of cover, weapons raised.

“I wouldn’t recommend that,” Raymond said smoothly to Salas.

While Salas had seemed to enter a mode of entirely cool calmness, Sylvia was growing twitchy, glowering at Raymond, her fingers flexing around her gun. Rose kept an eye on her.

“You let us go,” Sylvia said.

“And I warned you to never let either of us see you again,” Rose shrugged.

“Will Salas, Sylvia Weis, you are under arrest. Please put down your weapons and get on your knees with your hands above your head. I won’t ask again,” Raymond’s voice echoed in the big room. Something twitched in both of their faces.

Oh, children, no. Don’t.

She knew that look. It was the you’ll never take me alive, look.

They only got about halfway to raising their guns before they were open fired upon.

It was gruesome, to watch their bodies jerk with each passing of the bullets through them. Blood splattered the doors behind them, staining the front of their clothes. Sylvia crumpled in on herself, falling to the side in a heap. Salas collapsed to his knees first, arms spread wide, back arching, before he fell face forward onto the ground. Smoke was still emitting from Rose’s gun from when she’d fired it. Though it would be impossible to tell which of the dozens of rounds that had been fired at the duo were the ones to kill them.

For a moment, there was little more than silence in the room. Raymond sighed, boots thudding against the tile as he moved to stand over the bodies, looking down at them with an expression that was equally relieved and mournful.

It was finally over.

∗ ∗ ∗

“Does it make me terrible?”

“Does what?” Raymond asked. He was draped around her back, naked and warm, with his soft skin sliding against hers. Shifting in his arms so that she could look into his eyes, Rose huffed.

“That I don’t really care if the system ever gets fixed or not.”

“I don’t know,” he sighed, nose brushing her shoulder. “Probably.”

“Hm.”

“If that sort of thing matters to you.”

“What do you mean?”

He shrugged. “The way I see it: we go to work, we do our job, we get paid, and we come home and enjoy our lives.”

“If the clock stops, we all die.”

“Exactly. It’s a shitty, unfair clock, but the alternative is…probably worse.”

“Yeah.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re terrible,” he kissed her temple. She laughed.

“Gee, thanks.”

“Mhm. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

In the end, she supposed, that really was all that mattered.

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lolaze · 1 year

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The femme fatale: independent women or still slaves

Disclaimer!!! This is just my opinion and if I said something wrong on not true, feel free to correct me just please not be hateful, and English is also not my first language, and this is a way for me to work on it as well, so sorry if it's bad; in this essay I will talk about murder, gender norms, stereotypes, tw:man, beauty standard, objectification of women, etc…after saying this, I hope that someone will maybe actually enjoy my essay, bye <3

‘ A femme fatale, often called a meneater or a vamp, is a stock character of a mysterious, beautiful, and seductive woman whose charms ensare her lovers, often leading them into compromising, deadly traps’. This is at least what first came up when I started my reaserch on the topic.

So what we can understand thanks to this, is that a femme fatale is simply a woman who uses her charms to gain whatever she wants from men. I would say pretty cool, but to state this we need to see its origins and understand the purpose, benefits and downs of it.

For starter, it’s an old archetype that we can find in many cultures around the word. In China, for example, there’s Daji(妲己).She was the favourite consort of King Shou of Shang(商王)and is considered a classic example of how a singular beautiful woman can be the downfall of a dinasty or kingdom if I dare. In the story she was killed by an old fox spirit who possessed her body. King Zhou was so infatuated with her, that he started to neglect his duties and take part in the spirit grousome antics. ‘Daji’, was in fact best known for her interest and enjoyment for torture. The couple would often be found laughing and entertaining themselves, while watching victims dance and scream in agony, since they were beigin burn to death. This method, Paolao (炮烙),was in fact Daji invention.

Or in western cultures, like in the Bible. Delilah for example, who nags Samson into telling her where he gets his powers, to then wait till he fell asleep naively on her lap, so she could shave his head eventually causing his death. Even Eve, who just shares the apple with Adam, without any hidden agenda under it, since she still doesn’t understand her sexuality and the ‘power that lies within it’, and thus cannot use it willing for her benefits, still get called, either way a seductress, whose intent was leading Adam out of the Eden.

Ironically one of the first ‘meneater’ was actually Lilith, Adam’s first wife who was kicked out of the Garden of Eden because she wouldn’t cooperate and obey him.

Or Sirens, whose calls, led sailors to their imminent death;

As well the medieval idea that women with extraordinary sexuality were easier to be taken over by the evil and become witches and, in Germany poetry, still in the medieval timeframe, with Frau Minne, a woman that lured and trapped men in birds cages.

This females figures(the femme fatale), became more popular during the 19th century due to the numerous books and poetry pieces, obviously written my males, that talked about women that killed men with their dangerous sexuality.

For example the novel ‘Nana’, written by the French author Emile Zola. He tells the story of this girl(18 at the start of her career and narration), that goes from a simple ‘streetwalker’ to a well known and requested high-class prostitute, and how she destroys every man that tries to persuade her. She was an actress in a company, that was actually really bad at both singing, dancing and even acting, but she managed to lour people in just thanks to her ‘dangerous sexuality’… (I would recommend this book because it shows really well this phenomenon, the only disclaimer is that it can get a little heavy to read, it’s not a fast read. But hey, beauty is pain)

Still regarding the Victorian era, we should also talk about the rise of females murderers and the fear surrounding the new lifestyle women were adopting. To explain this, we have for example, at mid-century, the phenomenon of females becoming more and more active in public spaces and needing less help from men. In fact the dangerous women of this period were the ones that worked hard for and by themselves, threatening the patriarchal structures that men treasured/ and treasure, plus the gender norms. Obviously I don’t even need to explain how this is such nonsense , since if men were to live in autonomy we wouldn’t bat an eye, but if women only try, we get called cunning and spoiled bitches.

To go more in depths with this concept, we need to know how aristocratic men also created two types of women: ‘the angel’ and the ‘fallen Angel’. The first one was the type of woman who followed all the etiquette rules and represented her real role in the family (the slave). The best example of this perfect Victorian woman is in the poem ‘The Preserved Angel in the House’ by Coventry Patmore; this angel preserved the traditional moral values and put her entire soul into making the house a place where both her husband and son would like to spend their time instead of entertaining themselves in other places.

While the ‘fallen woman’, was who didn’t follow the Victorian rules to be a perfect woman( better said a virgin sex toy or a housekeeper); it refers to a loss of innocence, in fact women social status was always connected to her sexual status.

Basically if you didn’t act like the stereotypical docile woman, you were viewed directly as a ‘whore’.

Extract from Patmore book:

Man must be pleased; but him to please Is woman's pleasure; down the gulf Of his condoled necessities She casts her best, she flings herself. How often flings for nought, and yokes Her heart to an icicle or whim, Whose each impatient word provokes Another, not from her, but him; While she, too gentle even to force His penitence by kind replies, Waits by, expecting his remorse, With pardon in her pitying eyes; And if he once, by shame oppress'd, A comfortable word confers, She leans and weeps against his breast, And seems to think the sin was hers; Or any eye to see her charms, At any time, she's still his wife, Dearly devoted to his arms; She loves with love that cannot tire; And when, ah woe, she loves alone, Through passionate duty love springs higher, As grass grows taller round a stone.

Also, since men weren’t doing enough just by existing , still in the 19th century, thought that it was only fair that poor/low class females( from children to grown women), were the easy resources for men’s pleasure and exploitation; while the high class ones, were still only for their personal pleasure and needs, but this time just for their respective husbands. I’m mentioning this because I really wanna make clear the concept of how women, especially women of colour, were always being viewed just as object and trophies to be shown, and never as human being, and how not taking sides in the whole feminism discourse it’s straight up stupid and harmful (unless you are in a dangerous environment, then it would be ippocrate for me to say that )

Since I think I made clear how ‘femme fatale’, also means murderer, we should look into the history committed by women and how their beauty worked in that cases too. For example, the first recorded case where the woman won thanks to her charms, is in 336 before Christ in Greece. Here, we see how Phryne, a women who had many lovers, was put on trial for impiety( sacrilege, lack of respect for something sacred), and the penalty was death.When the cards started to look bad for Phryne, her attorney, who also was one of her lovers, pulled off her robe showing her bare body to the judges who pitied her and let her go. After this, she became the muse of so many artist and symbol of feminine attractiveness and the barest of defences in criminal history.

Or how women, especially in 800s, didn’t have choices, if not kill their husbands, because poverty was raising and they needed to feed their children, or also because they were victims of domestic violence and, taking in mind the society they lived in, thought this was the only way to come out alive of their awful situation. I don’t blame them, but obviously the public response to this was that women were starting to just go crazy and needed to be restricted(since they were definitely free before)

For the present time we then have for example, the book or film adaptation ‘Gone Girl’, that talks and shows what women can and will do in order to get what they want, or like in Amy Dunne case( the protagonist of ‘Gone Girl), to seek revenge from her husband that treated her like wrongly, by faking her own death and blaming it on him. We can see thanks to this characters how the ‘femme fatale’ refuses to submit and tries, even if with morally dubious ways, to seek justice and fairness.

Or with a little bit of humour, Jessica Rabbit, an over sexualised cartoon character in ‘Who framed Roger Rabbit’, who literally says ‘I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way’, during the film.

We can also talk about the new TikTok trend where girl/young women dress up, live life in autonomy and organisation, don’t take shit from anybody and fulfil their dreams.

And while I think it’s awesome that we are showing that realising ourselves without the need of a partner it’s possible, there lies some problem with it. I wanna in fact point out how dangerous it is that young girls think that, only over sexualising themselves, being skinny, white and the beauty standard will get them to that point.

Honestly, overall, what we should get from all of this, it’s how we had to make a name for a woman that it’s just a woman. What I mean by that is, when a man is intelligent, beautiful, charming, independent, hard working, and uses certain situations for his own benefits, it’s just a man who has his own life together. But when a woman does the same things, it becomes a whole issue because we are used to be portrayed as stupid, submissive, that do not work for themselves and need a man to survive.

Personally, I still love the femme fatale because it shows how women can and will use their own intelligence, looks and the male gaze for their own benefits, it feels so empowering and a splash of fresh air, but what really makes my blood boil is how it’s viewed as a bad thing, like man cannot stop themselves and thus be ‘safe’. Everyone has a brain of their own and when women use it, it’s a horrible, selfish and unacceptable thing, but when men think only with their lust, we baby them and call them victims as they’re not objectifying us and the cause we are doing all of this in the first place. What the femme fatale does, is taking control in a word that’s against her, and using everything that is built to hurt her, to hurt who wants to harm her.

It also has its downs because it mostly only works when the femme fatale is the beauty standard, that, not funnily enough, were obviously created by man…I think that we can see how we live in a word made to make men life easy, and how we really have a long way to go, but speaking up and not following all the rules that society impose towards us can and, in the long run, will make a really big difference.

These are my main favourite sources so you can guys can check them up as well:

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friendfromdsmp · 1 year

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You mentioned sirens in the short story, could you elaborate on that? 👀

I would LOVE to, thanks for the ask!

So one of the locations in the story is called Haffólk, the largest of the islands surrounding the mainland. Haffólk is used as a place of connection and trade between the aquatic-based fantastical creatures and land-based fantastical creatures. This does, however, attract a lot of sirens

Now, sirens aren’t inherently evil or malicious, but the issue is that speech doesn’t work the same way underwater as it does on land. If you talk underwater, it all just sounds gargled and usually incomprehensible. This is the same for merfolk, so speaking Mer tends to work on sensing frequencies and vibrations in the water, and it can take a lot of effort for someone who is used to speaking Mer all their life to adapt to all the different vocal formations required to learn a different language since they’ve effectively just been making any noise at the right pitch or tone all their life

This would all be fine if it wasn’t for the fact that the easiest way to speak Mer is thus through humming and singing…

Sign language forms are growing in popularity among sirens in order to enable them to communicate with those on land who are affected by their singing, but it’s not quite widespread enough yet for people to not still be weary. Other merfolk tend to be immune to the hypnotising effects (though may still feel a pull towards the melody despite being fully capable of resisting) and those that aren’t are able to seek what’s effectively exposure therapy should they find a siren willing to help. That process can take a while and in small, controlled sessions that aren’t exactly replicable in a ‘wild encounter’, for lack of a better word, so typically merfolk without immunities, such as selkies, will send their young in order to have them exposed early in life. It’s kind of like back to back chicken pox parties; expose them early so they’re safe as an adult

A fun fact about siren song, and one relevant to the snippet where I first mentioned the sirens, is that it only works should your sexuality be compatible with the singer. You like girls? Girl sirens will get you. You like guys? Guy sirens will get you. Are you bi or pan? Better watch out for all of them. Ace? You’re basically either a siren’s greatest wish or worst nightmare, depending on the scenario. Basically, if you’re closeted, don’t go to Haffólk, because if a siren shows up and tries to say hi you run the risk of outing yourself… and also drowning, but at that point it doesn’t matter anymore

So yeah, the sirens don’t typically TRY to drown people, it’s just that they’ll see someone and try to say hi or something and then the person comes over and they’re all like “Ooh they’re coming over let’s chat! Wait why aren’t they breathing? I should call for help!” and then… yeah, in their panic they unintentionally prevent you from saving yourself. Sirens aren’t usually the brightest, unfortunately, but they make up for it by being good hunters and they do tend to be friendly. A lot of the time you have a selkie or two effectively lifeguarding around the shore on Haffólk just physically intervening to make sure nobody gets unintentionally friendship drowned

Thanks again for asking, I always enjoy the excuse to ramble about this stuff!

#brilliant question btw!#story #writing #writer #sirens #lore #my story #ask #ama #fantasy #mermaids #selkies #merfolk #lgbtq+#siren lore #Haffólk #Paracosm #The Heir and the Cure #THatC

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bookishjules · 2 years

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From this ask game:

1,3,6,10,12,13,18,22,28,38,64,95,112,133,150

(it's so many, I'm sorry 😔🫣 I just didn't know how to break it down)

AIS HI I LOVE YOU. Never apologize hehe this is my favorite thing 🤗✨️💛

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Definitely one of the kids I babysit sometime last week <3

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? So many people!! I'm gonna say @lifeofbrybooks tho hehe 💛 I'm so excited to spend a weekend with her this summer

6. What kind of people are you attracted to? I think kind people, genuine people, people who match my energy or who I can have intellectual conversations with

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? hm. define deep lol probably @awecwightwood last night

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? This one is stressing me out 😭 but um maybe Tú Conmigo by ruggero, Choker by twenty-one pilots, some song on reputation idk which one lol, Life in the City but the lumineers, and agh um maybe Gold by sleeping with sirens? (This question alone took me SO LONG)

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? mm not really tbh. I would like to say yes, but idk not really. The one exception is @ann-perkins4 lol for the most part, I'd much rather play with other people's hair 🤗

18. Do you still talk to your first crush? HA no omg I haven't spoken to him since kindergarten 😳

22. Where would you like to travel? EVERYWHERE. I really want to go to Spain, because my late grandma always made it feel like a pilgrimage to visit the village her family came to America from (though I wouldn't mind coming and visiting Ireland 😉)

28. Who are you most comfortable around? @ann-perkins4 see above lol parabatai privileges. also my sister <3

38. Describe your dream girl/guy? (i'm gonna sound picky lol but you did say *dream* guy) an oldest son, ideally with brown, curly hair (the heart wants what it wants), a little older than me, a little taller than me, likes reading enough that we can read together, witty, intelligent, kind, communicative, willing to be there with me through the anxious spirals etc.

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? my first kiss wasn't until I was 22. I made my then boyfriend wait until we were official and I knew this was the real deal before kissing me, because after waiting that long, I really wanted it to matter. So the day after we made it official, we were laying on the couch watching Hercules, and he asked if he could kiss me and i was so scared but I said yes 🙈 and it was so weird haha it took me a bit to get used to it, but we did quite a bit of practicing that night 😏

95. Last movie you watched? Shrek Forever After with a kid I was babysitting lol it was actually my first time watching it! the kid was so offended that I hadn't seen it OR the puss in boots movie 😅

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? like physically? gosh I'm not sure. The people I usually cry in front of all live in different states. Unless you count me breaking down on the phone with my mom on my walk home a couple weeks ago and all the strangers who got to see that spectacle ✨️ other than that.. lol I definitely cried when recording the episode of @kraigsretirementparty that went up on Saturday, does that count as crying in front of Bry?

133. Favourite lyrics right now? "Oh a liar AND a player too, I've met too many men like you" has been on repeat in my head constantly since watching hadestown last week lol

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? okay I'm really hoping this isn't a spoiler, because the book is You Deserve Each Other, which @wingedshoes suggested to me but which I haven't quite gotten to yet lol the line is, "... progeny inherit. If Nicholas jumps ship now, Deborah will revert ..." 👀

#i love that i tagged 4 different mutuals in this post lmao #love you all <333 #ais 💕#asks #ask game

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gswsihyun · 2 years

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thicker than water / @gswmyunghwa

The young woman known as Lee Myunghwa quickly became someone Sihyun could see tiny slivers of herself within. Granted, she silently thought of her as slightly more impulsive and off-the-rails — closer to the girl she left behind when she flew to Seoul as a naive twenty year old. Those presuppositions faded the more the youngest Lee daughter revealed about herself. Something more than a mini socialite and lifestyle blogger. Hidden just beneath the surface was a girl desperate for sincere friends and companionship, and Sihyun was more than willing to offer the chance to be one.

The whispers from other townsfolk echo like sirens in their ears. Did you hear about Mayor Moon? No one has seen him in person in ages, apparently! Did you hear about Lee Taeho? He's going to dig his claws in Seomyeon next, I just know it.

Years of experience allowed Sihyun in particular to block them out, dismiss the passing utterances as town gossip to keep their mundane lives full of intrigue. An actress that was making a name of herself all the way in the sparkling city of Seoul had no time for rumors, even the ones that followed her to and from both locations.

She strides into the cafe like she would in the big city. A designer bag and jacket wrapped around her form. Looks are shot in her direction as usual but she can only offer a sugary sweet twinkle of her fingers and a cheeky smile in return. Her eyes do not roll behind her sunglasses — she still knows them, after all, and it was up to the children of Moon Boram to maintain a sterling behavioral reputation.

"I am so sorry I'm late. You know the taxis here—few and far between!" Sihyun slides into the corner booth in front of Myunghwa, immediately reaching across the table to grab her hands. Carefully, though, she just did her nails the night before. "I didn't leave you waiting for too long, right? Have you been well? I'll pay for what you get today."

#t / thicker than water #gswmyunghwa #i hope this is ok!

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meetmeinthemeadowmylove · 2 years

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Regrets. 6/22/22

Since I cant talk to him, I’m going to write. I’m going to get my thoughts out here instead of doing something I'll regret. Maybe in 10 years, when all of this is past us, I’ll show him this. For now, this is only for me.

He seemed impossible when I first met him, not because I couldn’t poke my way through his shell and meet the real him, but because I just didn’t have the energy to after my last relationship. I told him in the beginning that people are formulaic and archetypical, and I knew which archetype he fit into. I already had him figured out, and I also figured out that I didn’t care to prove myself right. Or at least, I thought I didn’t care. He was so resistant. He was certain he was different. He was certain he'd never let anyone in again. I wanted to leave him be, let him sit there a few years and realize I was right. I should have. I should have just left him alone, but there was something there. A draw. A pull. I knew he was just hurt even then. I knew he was no monster, just a wounded boy. I knew there was something underneath the pain him kept himself trapped in. So I chased. I let him hurt me. I let him use me. I chased because I saw something in him, and it called to me like a siren.

We got through it in the end. We got through him using me. We got through him leading on other girls for validation. We got in a committed relationships. Had the cute texts I wanted and the sweet dates. The memories of how he used me hurt me for months and months and I took that out on him, but we did get through it. After his walls came down and he allowed himself to love me, I met the real him that I knew was waiting underneath.

That real him was stunning. He blinded me. He was everything I fantasized about towards the end of my last relationship. Patient. Open. Forgiving. Affectionate. Passionate. He was what I thought was impossible. When I set out to take down his walls and know him, really know him, I expected to find a clueless boy underneath with good intentions but no sense of direction. I was right in some ways. I was right about the good intentions. The rest I was wrong about. He was so brilliant, so eager to learn, so willing to take in different perspectives and ideas. I felt so listened to, so loved. He was affectionate in the way I needed affection. He wanted to spend every moment of every day with me, and I could not be happier to oblige. His love was everything I wanted, and I took it for granted.

I wish I realized that before it was too late. I wish I still had time to correct the course of our relationship. I was too angry, too wounded from my last relationship and too upset by being slighted by him in the beginning. Of course, there were incidents with other girls. That was to be expected. It was a new relationship between two young people. They were small betrayals, but when I went to my friends for advice, they planted ideas in my head. I don’t blame them. They all had their own experiences, their own heartbreaks. They wanted the best for me. It’s my fault for applying their opinions to our situation. I tore at him for all his little sins. They were small, really, but I didn’t care. Despite how much I loved his love, I told him he wasn't capable of it because he hurt my pride. (I regret that so deeply. I should have never tried to convince him he wasn't capable of love. His love is the best thing about him.) Then I tried to control him, because I am my fathers daughter, and the only love he ever showed me was control. I told him I knew the greater good, I knew what was best for him. I tried holding his hands in mine to guide him, and even though he allowed it, in my anger and trauma my hands became manacles around his wrists. In trying to control him, I lost control of myself. I let my decisions be informed by my trauma and fears and nothing else.

I was afraid he would leave me, so I broke up with him over and over again to see if he would fight for me. It makes me cringe just to type out. I’m so sorry. That was monstrous of me, and I have no excuses. I couldn’t ask for reassurance. I’ve always been taught that asking for anything was weakness. So I extracted it from him instead. I hurt him to look for reactions. I left him in hopes he'd chase me. He did. He did every time. But I was never satisfied. My manipulation was never enough for me. How could it be? I was being abusive. I was being unhealthy. That can never fulfill a person, but I tried. I knew his biggest fear was being abandoned, and I abandoned him—all to convince myself he wouldn’t leave me when he wasn't going to in the first place. I should have just asked for reassurance. I should have just communicated my fears.

My ex did the same thing to me. The exact same thing. I hated it. I resented it. It terrified me. I wish I had 5 minutes, just 5 minutes to tell him I'm sorry. I regret so much. I regret letting my ex back into my life and adopting his methods. I regret not finding a more helpful therapist. I regret letting my trauma make my decisions for me. I regret hurting him. I regret my choices. I regret it so much.

I hurt the kindest boy I've ever met. I hurt the man that changed my mind about men. I wish there was anything I could do. Anything at all. I miss him so much. I love him more than anything. I had the love I'd always wanted, and all I did was twist and corrupt it until I became the mirror image of the people who abused me.

I didn't break the cycle. I didn't break the cycle. I didn't break the fucking cycle. I was abused, and I abused in turn. I abused the kindest, gentlest, most brilliant person I ever met. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry. All I can do now is pray that he does. I hope every day that he does what I couldn't.

I know he can. I know he has what I don't. He has strength.

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whythinktoomuch · 3 years

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Andrea sighs. “I hate this part.”

“And what part would that be?” Kara spares a small glance for her, but continues to tug on her socks, her shoes, and anything else that she might need on her way out of Andrea’s apartment without a second thought. Again.

“The part where you make me sleep alone.”

Kara whips her head around. “… I’m sorry?”

“Nothing.”

Andrea regrets everything as she buries her head underneath her pillow. Maybe she can blame this sudden onset of weakness on her most recent trend of foregone sleep, or maybe even the very reason for said lack of sleep now standing at the foot of her soon-to-be half-emptied bed. But it certainly isn’t something that deserves any more elaboration, much less voiced.

Unfortunately though, Kara’s never been one to let something go. The rustle of clothing dies away, leading to a padding of steps which leads to the sagging of Andrea’s bed as Kara sits down beside her. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Andrea repeats, her voice firm despite being muffled under her pillow. “Make sure to lock the door on your way out.”

“No, come on…” Kara’s tugging on Andrea’s arm, thumb rubbing gently into her skin. “Talk to me. Please? I’m right here.”

Groaning to herself, Andrea finally sits up, frown deeply set and disgruntled. “Where are you even going anyway?”

Kara takes a deep breath before answering, and Andrea hates how these are the kinds of things that refuse to escape her notice now. “I told you,” Kara says slowly. “I’m meeting a source downtown.”

“Right now? After midnight?” Andrea says with a scoff. “You don’t have a better, more business-friendly time—I don’t know—during the day to be meeting up with these people?”

“I have to go where the story takes me! And I also have to meet my sources on their own terms if I want to cultivate a lasting sense of trust and profess—”

“But for what article?” Andrea demands. “You’ve already met all your deadlines for this week. You wouldn’t be here”—she gestures aimlessly about her bed—“otherwise, so what else could you possibly be researching right now?”

“It’s…” Kara stumbles slightly, and Andrea wills her heart to harden into something that can never sink. “This is for a new story. One that I’m thinking about pitching. Soon.”

“Okay. What story?”

“I can’t tell you yet! It’s not ready,” Kara says, and Andrea just scoffs again. “Hey, seriously. What’s really bothering you? You never care about my work.”

“I’m your boss, Kara. It’s literally my job to care about your work.”

“Just tell me what’s actually bothering you, and I’ll fix it.”

Andrea rubs at her face. “I’d just… really like to know what it’s like to sleep next to my girlfriend for once…”

“Your girlfriend?” Kara echoes. “Who’s your girl—oh!” Her eyebrows nearly shoot up to her hairline. “Wait, oh…”

Groaning once more, now about ready to bury her entire body beneath her pillow if possible, Andrea just waves her hand. “Never mind, okay? Just go.”

“No, hey, hey, hey…” Kara tugs on Andrea’s wrist, refusing, per usual, to let an unwieldy moment die down on its own. “Girlfriend?”

“Forget I even said anything…” Andrea starts, but Kara seems quite unwilling to. In fact, she’s looking at Andrea in complete awe, and Andrea can’t help but straighten up at the attention. Maybe even pushing out her chest a bit just to make a point. “All right, fine, we can talk about this. But you should know right now, that I can’t date anyone who refuses to sleep with me.”

“Pfft, what do you mean? We literally sleep with each other all the time,” Kara protests, until Andrea shoots her a meaningful look—glare. “Oh… Right. You meant, just sleeping, sleeping. Um. Okay. Well, I guess that’s something we can try if you really want…”

Andrea rolls her eyes. “I don’t want you to try it just to appease me, Kara. I want you to want it too. For your own sake.”

“I do want it too! I just didn’t realize that it was something that you’d want. From me, especially.”

“Why the hell not?” Andrea says. “I’m sorry—was the past hour and a half not convincing enough for you?”

Kara flushes all over, sputtering, “No, what I meant was… I didn’t realize that you actually liked me like that?”

“Again. Was the past hour and—”

“I get your point,” Kara says, flapping her hands. “And okay. I, you know… like you too.”

“Oh, how promising,” Andrea mutters, but her nerves were undeniably starting to settle. The flow of conversation now comfortably in her favor.

“And I do want that too,” Kara continues, cracking a smile. “So… let’s do it. Let’s be girlfriends who, you know, sleep together.”

“Deal.” Andrea clears her throat, fidgeting with her sheets. “I imagine that it’ll have to start another night though, no?”

Kara rubs at the back of her neck. “I’m sorry. I just really have to meet this source tonight. It’s really important, I swear.”

“Fine,” Andrea says in a sigh. “It’s not like I don’t understand the need to put one’s career first.”

Kara pouts. She reaches out to cradle Andrea’s face, thumb tracing down her cheek, and Andrea’s not melting, she’s not melting, she’s not.

“I’ll come back,” Kara says at last. “No matter how long this meeting goes for, I promise to come straight back here and sleep with you.”

“Oh, you promise?” Andrea laughs, but there’s a serious glint to Kara’s eyes, twinkling in the way that they do in the strangest moments sometimes.

“Absolutely. I’ll be right back. And I’ll be right here for you, okay?”

Andrea lets out another laugh, ducking her head slightly. “Okay. I guess we’ll see how you do then.”

“Thank you,” Kara says, beaming. “But for now, I really do have to go. I’m actually kinda late now.”

“Then go. I ain’t keeping ya.”

Kara leans in, clearly in askance of a goodbye kiss, but when Andrea goes to cup her face, Kara resists just a tad. “Trust me,” she says. “You kiss me like that, and I’ll never make it out of here.”

“Want to test that little theory?” Andrea asks, her voice dropped into huskier territory, and Kara accordingly flushes pink cheek to cheek.

“Oh… boy…” Kara says in a hushed whisper. “I… er, I gotta go though, so…” She quickly shakes her head. “Yup, gotta go, gotta go. So sorry, but bye!” Pecking at Andrea’s cheek, Kara all but bolts out the door.

With a tiny unseen pout, Andrea sinks back into her bed, her moment of vulnerability already regretted with that aching part of her chest. But Kara promised to come back, and she seems the type to keep promises like that—the girlfriend type, that is.

Andrea’s final thought as she’s drifting off is a fleeting hope that wherever Kara’s rushing off to meet her source wouldn’t be anywhere near the sirens that have been going off. The last thing this would-be relationship needs is for Andrea’s would-be girlfriend to get stuck in traffic this late at night because of fire trucks or something.

Andrea wakes up to a sudden dip in her bed, coherent thoughts still slow to return as a column of warmth wraps around her middle from behind. She blinks blearily into the darkness. The sharp bite of smoke lingering in the air somehow only seems to get stronger the clearer her vision gets.

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” comes a sleepy mumble close to her ear, and Andrea starts to chuckle, her surprise melting into blessed relief.

There’s a wry comment sitting on Andrea’s tongue as she glances over her shoulder, but the specifics of it all gets lost when she sees Supergirl curled up against her. “Whoa. W-wait…”

“Oh, m’s’rry…” Supergirl says softly, eyes still squeezed shut. “Forgot to ask… Can I call you ‘baby’ now, since we’re girlfriends who sleep together and stuff…?”

Andrea is reeling, as she takes in the sight. That is to say, the sight of National City’s darling and daring hero rapidly passing out in her bed, blonde hair strewn across Kara’s go-to pillow like a golden halo, her bulk scrunched up into a tiny ball of warmth pressed into Andrea’s side, cape splayed out without a care.

“You’re…” Andrea clears her throat, hopefully ridding herself of the dry stutter caught within. “Excuse me, you’re wearing boots in my bed.”

Supergirl lets out a small whine—there’s a literal, bona fide superhero whining all disgruntled in Andrea’s bed right now—and kicks out her feet. “But I’m so tired, maybe-baby.”

“Maybe-baby,” Andrea echoes, rolling her eyes, because okay, this is definitely Kara all right.

She manages to extricate herself from Kara’s embrace with surprising ease, considering, then manages to tug Supergirl’s boots off one by one with far less ease. But the sight that Andrea’s greeted with startles her into soft laughter.

“Hey. What’s so funny…”

“I like your socks,” Andrea says, slipping back under the sheets, eyes fluttering shut when Kara sidles right up against her once more. “You know, you weren’t wearing those when you left me.”

“Is it really leaving when I come right back?”

“Yes.”

Kara snorts, burying herself into Andrea’s hair with a sigh. “Mm, I like my socks too. Was a gift from Santa,” she says, and Andrea can almost feel Kara wiggling her toes. “I like the smilin’ fruits…”

“Yes, I figured you would.”

Kara lets out a mock scandalized gasp, “It’s s’pposed to be secret Santa, you know…”

“You know what else is supposed be a secret?” Andrea shoots back, arching an eyebrow that is of course lost on her half-asleep almost-girlfriend. But Kara seems to know, because she grins.

“Hm. We can talk about it in the morning, mm’kay?”

“Oh, we most certainly will,” Andrea says, turning on her side, allowing herself to be happily spooned. “Good night, Supergirl.”

“Yeah, yeah, good night, maybe-baby.”

#bloooooooop.#my words.#superrojas

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asmo-ds · 3 years

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Can I request if your open, the demon bros reacting to MC revealing they/she's had Vampire, monster men, Siren, and Fae lovers before meeting them? Like, they're playing truth or dare and someone asks MC about their love life and MC just casually reveals their/her long list of ex-lovers, apparently the paranormal beings are not as discreet as they think they are.

MC having non-human Ex-lovers

Warnings: Monster fucking time :^))), kind of spicy in Satan and Asmodeus’s

Summary: How the avatars of sin react to finding out MC has a long history of dating monsters and other non-human beings (and no I don’t mean MC is a furry jahdljfhakjfhdjk)

A/N: SOME OF THE EXES ARE GIRLS IN THIS AND SOME ARE BOYS !!! just a warning :) also the monster fucker in me jumped out in this

- MC was running late when they were supposed to be on their way home from running a quick errand

- So he was pacing on the front doorstep like a concerned mother, watching the end of the street for the familiar face to turn and rush towards the house, running back to him apologizing for being away from him so long

- What he WASN’T expecting was to see MC turning down the street with a werewolf that appeared to get along a little too well with his MC

- When they got to the front door, still chatting and gigging together, Lucifer cleared his throat loudly

- The werewolf looked frightened, quickly saying his goodbyes to the human before rushing away

- When he drags MC inside, lecturing them on talking to such dangerous creatures and trusting so easily, until he hears them snickering

- “Yea I guess I shouldn’t trust him after how much he hurt me back then,” they say with a agitated look, clearly remembering some pretty upsetting memories, “I mean who text dumps their significant other over text after three years of dating, hmph typical boys..”

- “Significant other.... ???” Lucifer looks at them in shock. “You mean you’ve dated... monsters?” Confusion and a small glimmer of hope hidden behind his cold gaze.

- This means MC would be willing to be with such a big bad beast as himself.

- MC starts to list off multiple species they’ve dated and Lucifer feels his heart speed up knowing that MC had enough experience with monsters to even consider being with him

- If MC is that interested in monsters, then he’ll just have to prove he’s more of a monster than any of those other fools from their past

- Is much more comfortable walking around casually in his demon form, and even tries to look more demonic just to impress the human and gain their attention

- At the end of the day he does inform Diavolo of the recklessness of paranormal creatures in the human realm and how poorly they hide and urges him to ensure the those monsters keep their species hidden better

- MC had skipped their last class with some guy according to their classmates who he questioned about the human’s whereabouts

- He headed to the rooftop of RAD, knowing if they were led by someone who was from here they were probably brought there for privacy

- He sees them talking and giggling with some vampire and Mammon felt a pang of jealousy and a bit of fear

- “Oi! Stay away from my human you blood sucker!” Stands between MC and the Vampire defensively

- “You’re human?” The vampire smirks, “I got to them long before you, pretty boy,” Hands are about to be thrown

- When MC explains that they knew him and trust he won’t hurt them because they used to date Mammon just >:O

- But then he gets a bit excited knowing MC wouldn’t reject him for being a monster

- Still sends death glares towards the vampire extremely often to make sure he realizes that since he dumped MC he doesn’t get another chance with them

- When he realizes MC practically only dates monster his head just about explodes

- He really wasn’t expecting this from the puny human, Solomon maybe, but an average joe like MC???

- Warns MC about the danger they’re putting themselves in

- “Oh so you’re saying that for my own safety I shouldn’t go on a date with you tonight?” “w-W-WAIT MC THAT AIN’T WHAT I SAID!”

- Was hanging out with MC playing video games for their weekly otaku sleep overs

- Mid-game a siren is introduced as the villain and Levi rolls his eyes because he knows how annoying the sirens could be

- “Wow! She’s just like my ex!” Mc shouts pointing at the siren

- “How so?” Levi asks assuming MC was about to roast their ex by comparing them to the monster

- When MC responds with “because she’s a bitchy siren,” Levi almost spits out his drink

- “Haha, you mean she’s loud and manipulative?” He questions trying to find reason in their statement

- “yea that and the fact they’re a siren,” MC shrugs

- MC is a monster fucker?!?!??! Levi.exe has stopped working

- When MC starts to list of all sorts of powerful beings they’d been with he can feel jealousy boiling up inside of himself and he can’t help but want to prove he is stronger than MC’s exes

- Stays in his demon form almost 90% of the time now because he thinks MC will like it (which they do)

- If they ever see one of MC’s exes out in public he gets jealous if they look scarier than himself

~KINDA SLIGHT NSFW BEWARE~

- Satan was browsing the shelves of RAD’s library when he heard hushed voices from behind the bookshelf.

- “So wait, tell me again how you know MC?” A succubi asks an incubus quietly

- “Oh we used to date,” They continue to discuss MC and how MC had dated a lot of monsters in the past apparently and he stormed home ready to get answers

- He couldn’t help but smirk a bit on his way home, if MC wanted a monster, he would give them a monster

- He walks towards their room in demon form, not bothering to knock as he slams open MC’s door

- He looms over MC who is sitting at their desk looking at him with curious eyes

- “Hi, Satan, you should really knock you know-””How many monsters have you been with?”

- MC freezes at the question, a bit embarrassed that their past had made its way into the House of Lamentation

-Satan pulls them to a standing position and pushes them against the wall, leaning into their ear and nipping it before speaking

-”So kitten likes to play with the big bad wolves, huh?” He asks the human who stared up at him with a flustered yet loving gaze. “Lucky for you, you’ve got the biggest and the baddest of them all right here, kitten~”

- Spends all night showing his power over them and letting himself be a monster around them (after ensuring they wanted it of course, he’s a monster, not an asshole)

- Makes sure all of MC’s ex lovers who reside in the Devildom know that he doesn’t plan on letting the human go and they’re happier with him than they were with any of their exes

- They were having a sleepover and were waiting for facemasks to dry

- While waiting Asmodeus suggested they play truth or dare and MC agrees

- MC picks truth and Asmo goes for a question that had been plaguing his mind for a long time

- “have you ever been with a monster?” When MC responds with a shy little “yea” he gets super excited and squeals

- asks for all the details of who hey dated, what species they were, if it was serious between them or not

- They actually discovered they had a bunch of exes in common and had to make a timeline to realize one of the exes had dated them at the exact same time

- They spend hours going off about different lovers they’ve both had and just spend all night gossiping about different type of species and the different ways the species act in bed

- “Wait MC IF HE KISSES YOU AND THEN KISS ME DOES THAT MEAN YOU AND I HAVE INDIRECTLY KISSED?! EEEEK” Squeals joyfully

- He then realizes he has an opportunity to flirt so he pushes them down on the bed and hovers inches away from their face

- “All monsters have power, but MC, do you want to be with a real monster who can give you a real taste of power”

- Someone on his team was doing some “guy talk” with a few other guys and Beel heard them bring up MC’s name

- He tuned in, ready to stand up for them if they were going to shit talk his favorite human

- “I mean all three years of being together was rocky, fuckin’ was the only thing that really kept us going-” Beel is too shocked to keep tuned in

- MC had been with a monster for that long before their time in the Devildom?

- At home he sees MC in the kitchen and blushes at the thought of him and MC being together like they had been with that other demon- except he would treat them better and make them feel loved

- “MC, I overheard some guys in the locker room talking about how you had dated one of them for a while in the past” He’s very straightforward and casual about questioning MC

- “I’ve been with quite a few people that go to RAD, humans are just too boring y’know?” MC giggles at the flustered ginger as he dug through the fridge, determined to fill his endless abyss of a stomach

- They just hang out in the kitchen for a while, casually talking about MC’s past with monsters and Beelzebub doesn’t judge them at all, but he knows some monsters can be cruel and feels a bit worried MC has been hurt

- I feel like in that moment of realization that MC isn’t afraid of him and his species he’d probably confess his feelings for the human

- He was sleeping on MC’s lap while they talked to Asmo in the common room

- His sleepy self is able to make out the words “Dated” and “monster” so he tuned in discreetly

- He hears MC list all of the species they’d been with in the past and can’t help but blush at the thought of being with MC but he also is frustrated to know he has so much competition

- Once Asmo starts to change the subject Belphie decides he’d heard enough and heads up to the attic to nap where MC and Asmo wouldn’t yap his ear off

- Has a dream about being with MC, them loving him for himself; even the parts that were meant to scare humans away

- He wakes up to soft fingertips brushing his hair around

- “My lap got cold without you there,” MC frowns at the sleepy demon in front of them

- Belphie pulls them down to cuddle with him and asks them a question

- “How powerful were they all?”

-”Who? Oh! You heard about my exes haha... I mean they were definitely powerful but not nearly as powerful as you and your brothers,” MC responds

- He tilts their chin up and places a soft kiss on their lips, “Good, cuz I don’t want them to even think about trying to get you back. If I’m more powerful than them then they won’t even think about causing trouble.”

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sirthisisa-wendys · 2 years

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Break Me (Part 1): Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

synopsis: when his life flashes before his eyes, Benkei wonders what he'll do if he loses it all. Is he willing to risk it, or will he find himself clinging too tightly to what he loves?

wc: 1.6k

tw: smut

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You sit up and wait for Keizo.

That's your agreement and how it's always been.

So when he stumbles through the door after twelve, you're sitting on the couch, watching late-night television and praying that he's safe.

"Hey, babe," you whisper, rising from your place on the suede furniture. But instead of greeting you with a kiss and a cheeky, "it's not my blood", he pushes past you, heading straight for the bathroom. He slams the door shut in your face and before you can ask what the issue is, he audibly retches. You stand in the doorway in shock.

Keizo's never been in anything but a good mood when he's come back from a fight. And he's certainly never vomited after one either.

Your hand reaches for the doorknob and turns it, but you hear a pained "no" and stop. A few gasps of air echo in the half-bath, so you wait, hand still on the knob.

"Can I get you anything?" you wonder softly, but you hear nothing until the flush of the toilet, and then Keizo clears his throat. The sink runs, and he swishes water around in his mouth before spitting it out, coughing a few times as you back away from the door, giving him enough space to emerge, should he choose.

The door opens slowly, and you can barely see the tear-streaked face staring back at you, but you notice his eyes seem haunted.

"What happened tonight?" you whisper, and Keizo inhales deeply, wiping his face.

"Uh..." He runs a hand over his temples, hiding his eyes from you as he rubs them tenderly. "A lot."

"Do you want to talk about it?" you question approaching him slowly, arms extended. "We can always--"

"No," Keizo answers quickly but gently. "Are the sheets dry?"

"Yeah." You follow him from the bathroom to the small laundry room, watching him pull out the sheets from the dryer. "I can put them on the bed. You just get cleaned up," you murmur, taking the linen from his arms.

"I've got it," he retorts, following you to the bedroom.

"No," you reply quickly, tossing the dark blue covers on the bare bed and turning around to face him.

And that's when you see it. The purpling bruises on his face. The shadow of a split lip. The blood encrusted under his right nostril.

"Jesus," you breathe, eyes widening. "Keizo, what in the--"

"It's nothing," he replies, reaching for the sheets, but you block him, grabbing his wrist. He hisses in pain, stepping back as you let go.

"Who did this to you?" You reach up to touch him, but he shies away from you, embarrassed. "Who fucking did that to you?"

"It doesn't matter," Keizo counters, walking around you.

"Why not?" You're yelling, but that doesn't seem to affect your fiance. Not as much as you would want it to, at least. "Whoever hit you--"

"Y/n." The eerie calm of his voice makes you pause, and fear grips your heart like a vice. "It doesn't matter. He's dead now." Though your shoulders slump in visible relief, there's something more... something he's not telling you.

"Well, at least you handled it," you begin, taking a corner of the bedsheet and pulling it taut. "if you didn't, I would have."

"I didn't." The two words make you stiffen, and you stop moving, staring at the sheets. "I couldn't do a thing."

"So, Waka, then." Dread seeps into your bones. "Takeomi." Not Senju, you pray, hoping the little girl had nothing to do with the death of whoever had the strength and dexterity to touch Keizo.

"Mikey." The sound of a police siren is too timely. You flinch at the name, thinking about the blonde-haired man for a fleeting moment before returning your thoughts to your ailing fiance. Your hands reach out for him once more, and he ambles toward you, face crumbling as you embrace his large frame. "I've never felt so weak," he whispers into your neck, sniffing.

"I know," you reply, running your hands over his back. "I know... but you're here now. That's all that matters."

_____________________________________________________________

Comfort.

It's what you convince yourself that you're providing when Keizo pulls you into his embrace and bends you over the kitchen counter. It's what you imagine you're giving to him late at night when he won't let you rest, his hands gripping your waist as he fucks you stupid.

It's what he asks for in the middle of the morning, coffee barely finished and eyes still laced with sleep. And it's what you give him without question.

"I've never seen everything crumble around me like that," he murmurs sadly, twisting a curl around his finger while you lay beside him. "First Shin, then Draken... Who's next?"

Who's next?

"Brahman is done for," you hear Keizo mumble as he pulls you close. And you see the sorrow in his eyes quite regularly. You normally wouldn't mention it, but tonight is different, you muse, feeling his arms tighten around you.

"Babe," you whisper tenderly, stroking the arm on top. "Are you afraid you'll lose me, too?"

"Most nights, I am," he breathes. "But then I wake up with you in my arms, and everything's alright again." You chuckle, and Keizo presses his lips to your neck gently. "Imagine if we had a kid in all of this, though..."

"What about it?" you wonder, and he huffs a breath.

"That's a lot of worrying I'd be doing." You nod, curling into him and kissing his hand. "You and a little one... I'd have my hands full."

"And you have big hands," you tease, kissing one of his palms.

"I do, I do." Benkei snuggles even closer for a deep kiss, enveloping you in his warmth and begging you silently to stay in his arms for a little while longer.

And even in his deepest grief, Keizo seems to pull you into him, begging for the love that he has an abundance of, never letting you go, wanting you by his side at all times. You help him keep whatever sanity he had left with the grip of your plush thighs and the swirl of your tongue, and Keizo quickly finds himself on stable ground again.

Or so you think.

"More," you breathe aginst the mirror, your breath fogging up the reflective surface. "Keizo... please."

"I told you we're taking it easy tonight, sweetheart," he murmurs, smoothing a hand over your hair as his hips rut into yours lazily. "I just want to feel you." One of your hands reaches back, grabbing his wrist tightly. "Patience," he warns, trailing a hand down your spine and arching your back a little more. "You need to feel every inch, my love."

A stifled groan escapes his lips, but you can't seem to get the taut string of desire to slacken an inch. So you angle your hips back and meet him thrust for thrust, riding your own high out as best as you can.

"I'm gonna cum," you whimper. "I'm gonna cum." Keizo's cock drives into you a little faster as he senses you're after your orgasm and nothing more. And when you do - unleashing a deep sigh that's been pent up for ages - you feel him quicken, nearly mounting you with the need for release. Then, you notice the tears.

You don't want to interrupt him, you don't want to break his vulnerable moment, but even while he cums, tears leak out of his closed eyes. And you wonder why you hadn't noticed it before. This isn't his first time crying, you think. Not the first time while you were face-down in the bed, while he was hovering over you, while he kissed you like his life depended on it.

No, you realize.

What you've been passing off as sweat - or whatever else you'd deluded yourself into thinking it was - he'd been breaking down even more, ever so slowly.

"I love you," Keizo rasps, chest rising and falling measuredly as he stands behind you, hands still cupped around your hip bones. "I love you..."

You don't mention the tears, not yet, at least. You wait patiently until morning, feeling him shift in the bed and try to move out from under the sheets while you sleep.

"Why were you crying last night?" you murmur, cracking open your eyes as Keizo stands in the doorway to the bathroom. "Is everything okay, babe?"

"Everything will be okay," he replies, still acing away from you. It sounds like he's saying it to himself more than to you. "Everything's gonna be okay."

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You stare at the calendar on your phone.

Little red dots mark the last days of your period, signifying something that's incredibly unusual. "I used to miss my period when I was young," you begin slowly, frowning. "But I never miss it now."

"How long ago was your last period?" your gynecologist wonders, her eyes narrowing.

"A month and a half."

"It could be late, with the stress of everything going on."

"Right," you reply, sighing. "But just to be sure..."

You hover over the toilet with the collection cup in your hands, ignoring the odd feeling of capturing your pee for someone else to examine. But as soon as you exit the bathroom, fear grips your stomach.

What if I am pregnant? We can't have kids right now. Not when--

"We'll call you when we find something out, okay, sweetie?"

"Okay."

When you arrive back at the empty house, you slump on the couch, eyes drifting shut before your dreams swirl with trepidation and dread.

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