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devilishcupid · 1 year

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THE KING'S PROPOSAL | Namor

☆ premise: centuries since the calling off of your engagement, namor comes back and proposes once more.

☆ pairing: namor x fem!royal!reader

☆ warnings: romantic history between namor and reader, tension between namor and reader

☆ a/n: genuinely down bad for this man. i love him so much🤧

"Be my queen, and I will be your king."

The room was suddenly filled with the laughs of your advisers. Even you found it amusing. Who knew Namor, the Feathered Serpent God, would be in standing in the middle of your throne room right now, proposing an alliance between your kingdom and his through marriage?

After all, not only did your kingdom have a bloody history with Talokan—you and Namor had history yourselves. Centuries ago, you were old flames whose relationship's end nearly caused a civil war between your nations.

"If I may speak, my queen," one of your advisers appealed. Giving your nod of approval, she turned to the Talokanil King. "Attempts to form an alliance didn't work the first time. In fact, it only ended up dividing us further. Why should her majesty accept your proposal a second time?"

Your eyes narrowed at the steely glint in Namor's eyes. "Because if you don't, a time will come where your people will regret not having Talokan by its side."

The room became quiet as tension filled the air. Millions of thoughts ran through your head. What were his intentions? What did Talokan have that your people did not? Was there truth behind his words? Or was he merely bluffing?

Finally, you spoke. "Leave me with him."

Your advisers were about to protest, but your glare silenced them into submitting to your command. Namor's own advisers, Attuma and Namora, followed suit after a nod of approval from their king. With the last person closing the doors shut, it was only you and Namor in the throne room.

You descended from your throne, your footsteps echoing until you stood in front of your former flame. Looking up at him, you said, "This is the first time we've met since the unfortunate calling off of our engagement, and the first thing you do is threaten me under my own roof."

"Whether my words are a threat or an act of good faith will depend on whether or not you accept my proposal for marriage."

"What you just did was asking for my hand in marriage? You've gotten more romantic since we last met, Namor." You remarked, sarcasm dripping from your words.

A low chuckle left his lips in response. "And you're still the same as always, In yakunaj."

Your eye twitched at the term of endearment he used to reserve for you. "If you think you can charm me into marrying you, I assure you it won't work."

"It did the first time." He quipped, an eyebrow raised suggestively.

"Yet it ended disastrously, did it not?" You shot back, before returning back to your former demeanor. "What do you really want, Namor? We don't make contact for years and now you want me to marry you and unite our kingdoms. Why?"

"Talokan has shown itself to Wakanda," Namor revealed, as your eyes widened at the revelation, "and we have formed an alliance that will be of great help when war arrives."

"Strengthening your nation in preparation for battle. So that's why you've come." You concluded, sighing and shaking your head. "Did we not decide that the surface dwellers will end up killing each other anyway? That we will watch those fools burn without us having to light the fire?"

He scoffed at your words. "That would be true, if they hadn't gotten stronger. I wouldn't had revealed my people's existence to Wakanda if the surface world hadn't threatened Talokan's safety."

Namor leaned into you, one hand gently taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, while the other rested on your waist. "And I wouldn't be here if your safety hadn't been threatened as well."

You gulped, your chest heaving as you stared at him. The two of you were completely silent, save for the sounds of your breathing, neither of you breaking eye contact.

You caught yourself leaning closer to his face, and you immediately pulled away from his grasp. You turned your back to him, cheeks tinged red from how close you were to kissing him. Even after all these years, he still had the same effect on you.

"I won't accept your offer. Not now, at least." You said after composing yourself. You turned around to face him once more. "I'll consider your proposal, but I can't promise my nation's compliance."

"Then I'll leave you to deliberate, your majesty." Namor handed you a large shell, which you recognized as a Talokanil communication device. "Tell me of your decision as soon as you have made it."

You nodded, and Namor headed towards the exit. He stopped in his tracks when he reached the doors, making you raise an eyebrow. "What is it, Namor?"

"I was right. You haven't changed one bit."

"What made you reach that conclusion?"

"It's been years yet making you fall for me still is no hardship."

#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ doll's fics #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #black panther #wakanda forever #namor #namor x reader #mcu x reader #namor fic #namor fanfic #namor imagine #namor the sub mariner

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pooplyface1423 · 3 months

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"~The most radiant angel in all of Heaven~" (Pt.3)

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After the very confusing and weird call with hope you sat down at your desk just wanting to curl up into a ball and cry. Has he moved on? Where all the love you's fake?

Before you could do anything you heard a knock at your office door.

"May i come in ma'm"

"Yes come in"

"Your lunch with Ms.Sera and Emily and their guest is going to be in 20 minutes they said it'll be in the palace's dinning room"

"okay thank you dear I'll be heading there in a minute"

As you got ready you thought "guests" WAIT "GUESTS" that might be Charlie?was that her name? crap you weren't ready.....not yet. You weren't ready to accept the fact he had a daughter.. that he ...moved on.

Taking out a picture book out of a drawer on the far corner of ur desk there you saw all the beautiful moments you used to have with Lucifer, all the happy moments,happy memories,but there is no time to cry.

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*At the dinning room*

Everybody was just getting seated and having a good talk until.They hear the door open and see you standing there akwardly.

"Hi mom how are you?" says hope noticing a slight discomfort in your face

"I'm fine dear"

"Um mom this is Charlie Morningstar and her girlfriend Vaggie" Says Faye happy to introduce her newly made friends

"Um Hi I'm Y/n nice to meet you girls"

"Well its a pleasure to meet you Ms Y/n" Says Vaggie

"Yea very good pleasure to meet you too" Says charlie has you sit down

The lunch is amazingly awkward but it went well charlie went about talking of her "Hazbin hotel" and what not then after Vaggie told her to talk about something else she talked about her Amazing guest she has in the hotel.

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After the lunch Hope pulled you to the side to make the important question he wanted to know the answer of.

"Mom?' "Yes dear" "Are we related to the princess?"

"I- I don't know what to tell you dear but i will tell you when I think your ready okay?"

"But- mom please"

"Well dear i wouldn't know what to tell you either at the moment."

"Fine I'll wait till the time is right mom"

"Thanks dear and don't worry i will tell you both everything soon"

"okay well then bye mom... oh and don't forget the meeting with Sera and the princess"

"I won't bye dear"

"bye mom"

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As you both parted ways you quickly went to your office in the other hall of the heavenly palace, you didn't know how much longer you could last without breaking down in tears.

Once there you sat down at your desk took out your blue journal and wrote something down while holding tears, once you finished you started to cry without knowing someone was watching you from the crack of the door.

You sat up once you heard the small crack of the door swoosh open making the door open wide. while wiping your tears you said

"Who's there?"

Nothing just silence.

The person on a far corner wall with their heart pounding quickly got up from their knees and quickly ran away.

On the other hand you stood there and remembered the meeting with Sera and charlie.....

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*At the Meeting*

*The three of you were sitting down on the opposite end of Adam And Lute*

During the "You didn't know song" Faith quickly went to the 'bathroom' and came back right when Adam accidentally sang out about the Extermination.Everybody was shocked even you all the years of knowing both Adam and Sera they never told you anything. Why?

You were as shocked and angry as Emily and you were thinking of going down there but before anything Adam send down Both Charlie and Vaggie.

After everybody left you took hope and faith out but before you got out of the Meeting room Emily wanted to talk too Faye and you accepted. Both you and Hope went to res after a long day .

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Sneak peak:

"Was this a good idea? Welp there is no backing out now"

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Well hello! Finally finished pt 3 hoping to release part 4 next Monday na dalso post part 1 of the HumanAl x Reader .

Taglist

@yourmommylol04 @lxkeee @vann13

@juskonutoh @adaizel @selvyyr

#my post #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #x reader

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atarathegreat · 3 months

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The Boss's Little Girl

ft: Kyojuro Rengoku

"It's more than common knowledge that you are little more than dirt on the bottoms of my shoes."

Kyojuro glanced at his boss's bronze penny loafers, that ugly golden buckle shining back at him and making him wonder why anyone would wear such an appalling piece. Even as a boss of his own clan, wasn't there something better he could've worn?

"You are guards, a lower class and expendable. Your death will mean little to nothing to me and my work." The broad man spoke, hands clasped behind his back in a show of authority. Kyojuro adopted the same stance if only to make the man notice him. He wasn't some low-level guard, he was exceptional in his training and the best his clan had to offer. Kyojuro was going to make sure that was known. He wasn't expendable.

Suits stood to his left and right, Kyojuro breaking the fancy line with his hoody and sweatpants. That alone had been enough to anger the man he would be working for, but when he copied the stance, even squared his shoulders, the boss couldn't help but stare at him. "And what are you doing, son?" The all-too-familiar diminutive fell from the elder's mouth too easily. It grated on his eardrums and bones, reminding him of the last man who dared call him son. A beaten, bloody mess on the sidewalk as he continued about his day. "Just standing, Sir. Nothing exciting." Kyojuro saw how the others shied away from him, wanting distance between them and the idiot who was seemingly antagonizing the man who would pay them.

"The rest of you go and guard the house and yards. You, you get to stay with me." Hoshizaki, that was the man's name. He was a wealthy business owner, a money launderer, and a criminal. It wasn't beyond Kyojuro to know how dangerous the guy was, but he wasn't about to let his value in strength be diminished. He knew he was strong and fast, stronger and faster than even his father. That's why he was picked. Kyojuro wasn't some greenhorn in the industry, and he wasn't about to pussyfoot his responsibilities like the others in line with him. He took his job seriously, never stopping until the task was completed.

Hoshizaki eyed Kyojuro, pacing circles around him. "You're confident in yourself."

"I am."

"Why?"

Kyojuro turned only his head, "I know my skills, Sir. I know I'm better than those in the lineup. And frankly, Sir, I don't like that you called me expendable."

"Then enlighten me." Hoshizaki sat in a chair, "Tell me how you aren't expendable."

Kyojuro smirked, "I excelled in all my training, and took down some of the best in the business. Zero to forty-four in fights. I can walk off a gunshot, and I've never failed at any of the jobs I was given." To him, these were top-notch achievements worthy of respect. Kyojuro was worthy of respect for the things he'd done. "Those are impressive." Hoshizaki agreed, "Perhaps you would enjoy a job that isn't simply guarding the estate?"

Piqued, Kyojuro took a step closer, "Something important?"

"Something greatly important to me." Hoshizaki nodded, "Something I can't trust just anyone with."

For a while, Kyojuro was excited about the job, but now he was sure that this was some sort of punishment for having faith in his abilities. Forced to watch some girl as she went about her day? What moron would willingly accept that? Kyojuro cursed himself again as she fell asleep on the big couch, her phone falling to the floor. He'd become a glorified babysitter in under an hour, all for knowing his skills were adept.

Shaking her awake wouldn't work, he'd tried that last week. Kyojuro grabbed her phone and carefully picked her up to carry her back to her room. Hoshizaki had said this girl was his most important possession, his daughter. Y/n wasn't grand in any way. She was another young adult leeching off her father. That's what Kyojuro saw. The reality was that she was stuck in that estate. Her father was doting and controlling, he sheltered her for her whole life so she lacked the life skills to live on her own. Y/n wanted to be out on her own and away from her father. The two had a rocky relationship and she just wanted to be as far away from his business and crimes as she could.

"There ya' are, princess." Kyojuro grunted as he tucked her under her blankets, the pet name fit her more than anything else to him, "Bet you wouldn't even feel it if there was a pea under your mattress. You sleep too damn hard..."

She was attractive, that much he could admit. Pretty eyes that fluttered when she was exhausted, hair that she barely bothered to style, and lips that he imagined were pillow-soft from the amount of chapstick she applied. He set her phone on the table across her room and went for the door.

A part of him wanted to ruin the girl, make her scream his name loud enough that her father stopped calling him son. Kyojuro knew he wasn't supposed to like her, he wasn't supposed to want to feel how she felt beneath him while she clamped down around him. He groaned, palming his pants briefly to calm the hardening. He wanted to make her father regret calling him expendable and doubting his skill. But having himself buried in the woman wasn't tied to his skills as a clan member, it would be unfair to do that to her.

It was his cock talking to him, edging in on his brain, and making him watch the girl sleep. Not like he could leave the room she was in any way. Kyojuro slipped his shirt off and got down to do some push-ups, hoping to distract his body from the stupid thoughts he was having. Y/n was pretty to him, and he would've loved to see those full lips wrapped around his shaft, but he wasn't completely heartless. She didn't deserve that from him.

Push-ups turned to sit-ups turned to crunches.

"How long was I asleep?" Y/n sat up, her beautiful eyes trained on him and his exposed torso. He stood quickly, reaching for his shirt, "Long enough." Kyojuro flexed subtly as he raised his shirt to pull it on. Part of him simply liked to see the way she squirmed like some virgin schoolgirl who wanted to lick his abs. It was cute to him how she squeezed her thighs together and bit her lips. She wanted him, that much was obvious. "You're staring, Princess." Kyojuro chuckled.

"Maybe I wanna stare." Her mumbling made her look like a mouse under a cat's paw, and her blush added to her strange predicament. She wanted to stare at him? She'd never been so bold toward Kyojuro in the last month he was assigned to her. Timid and quiet, that's who this girl was around him. Not this foux confident facade she was trying to portray. "You're a little bold today, hm?" Kyojuro chuckled, "Want me to keep the shirt off?"

She scooted to the edge of her bed, "Yes, please."

God, her little voice saying please was gonna keep him doing crunches. Unless she reached out and touched him, which is exactly what she did. Dainty fingers against firm and sweaty abs made Kyojuro's skin burn with the need to feel every inch of her. He wrapped his hand around her wrist, "Don't do that, princess. You won't like what happens." She pushed until her palm was flat against his torso, "I don't know if I can...but I want to try."

Kyojuro forced her back onto her bed, biting firmly at her neck and licking just over her pulse. Heavenly, he knew her moans would be heavenly. She was an angel. Her soft hands trailed into his fiery hair, not tugging hard, but not gently, either. He was going to enjoy breaking her mind and making her a mumbling, babbling mess. Soft skin met his fingertips as he pushed her shirt up to reveal her bra. "Say it again, say you want to try and take me." Kyojuro licked the top of her breasts, enjoying how the tender flesh gave way under his tongue.

"I do. I want to try and take you, Kyojuro." She whispered, those pretty eyes of hers staring at him with an innocence that he so badly needed to corrupt. "Sheltered little princess wants me, huh?" Kyojuro smirked at her, "What would Daddy say, hm?"

"Don't care." Y/n closed her eyes, "I-I want to know what it's like..."

He sat back on her, staring down at her in shock, "You've never been with a guy?" The way she shook her head, her hair falling onto the blankets below her almost made him not care. At the very least it explained more of her behaviors. She really was a little virgin schoolgirl. "Don't excite me, princess, tell the truth." His breaths became a little more labored. "Tellin' the truth, I promise." She breathed, reaching for him, "Wouldn't lie to you."

And he knew she wouldn't, not with those blown pupils and the perfect way she licked her lips in anticipation. He grabbed her chin, running his thumb over her bottom lip, "I believe you, princess. I'll be gentle with you, alright."

He hooked his fingers in the hem of her leggings and pulled them down, lifting her bottom to get her underwear free so he could toss them to the floor. "You're pretty, you know that? So pretty and untouched..." Kyojuro circled his thumb around her clit, her already wet sex clenching around nothing, "Makes me feel unhinged in all the worst ways. I might hurt you, princess."

"That's okay...I can take it." He knew she couldn't, hell, she knew she couldn't. But it made him so hard to hear her say she could. He tried to be slow, but as soon as his fingertip was swallowed by her cunt, the rest of his finger followed. Y/n arched her back, grinding pitifully into his touch. "Can you handle another?" Kyojuro never took his eyes off the way she sucked his finger. She whimpered, whether it was an affirmative or not, he added another digit. Squishy and warm, and even with just his fingers she was so damn tight. He wanted to just dive in and feel her heat around his cock as he stretched her, but Kyojuro didn't want to hurt her so he stayed patient and kept working her open.

Her fingers wrapped around his hand, squeezing him tightly as he rubbed her insides. "Patience, princess, I'm gonna find it." Kyojuro smiled at her, pushing his fingers upwards to test her reactions. Her whines fed the blood to his groin and he had to pump himself a few times to relieve some pressure.

When Kyojuro felt that she was loose enough for him, he freed his cock from his pants and chuckled as she watched it. "Never seen one, princess?" She propped up on her elbows, staring at his member, "Never." She was so honest he couldn't take it. "You can play with it later. Now I need to feel you." Kyojuro gently rubbed his tip against her bud, hissing at the way her muscles tightened to try and pull him closer. He pressed firmly into her, and she snapped around him like a rubber band and just as tight. "Shit." Kyojuro pushed deeper before moving back and going in again, "Gonna let me in?" Her hands were busy gripping the sheets, her nose scrunched up like she had smelled something rotten, but those sounds she made suggested otherwise.

Kyojuro held her cheek, smiling at her, "Doing great, keep those eyes on me." Each thrust was met with a little bit of a deeper dive. She was so good for him, keeping her eyes open even though they threatened to close from the pleasure she was being given.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me, princess." Kyojuro panted, holding her cheeks, "Don't look anywhere else."

If only her father knew that Y/n was drooling over Kyojuro. The thought made him smile. Kyojuro wasn't expendable, but now it was made even more so by the girl having this attraction to him. She'd be tied to his every move, and if she kept these cute whines, Kyojuro would be happy to hold the leash.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #demon slayer kyojuro #kny kyojuro

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semisolidmind · 10 months

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I just read the story of reader's reincarnation! And I love it!! ❤️ I'm curious what the boys will do after they learn their wife had reincarnated?

I had a headcanon in my head that maybe reader remembered her past life during the journey, and finds it funny how the story was adapted in the modern world. Then when her two husbands came to pick her up, she just went from extremely happy to full blown crying/scared/guilty for not being there with them for so long.

(im glad folks like it. :) im always worried i cut my drabbles off too early, but when im done im done.)

and while the idea of a happy reunion is a sweet one, it's not as plausible as one would hope.

see, the modern aus of both bad end and twice as bad take place in the lmk timeline, so reader, as a reincarnation, wouldn't have the memories of her past life at the forefront. there'd be some of the stronger ones buried deep in her subconscious, but it'd take some powerful magic to bring those to the surface.

the safest bet the boys have is to start over. they really can't just pick up where they left off; and in a surprising turn of events, wukong acknowledges this. he's not deluded about it this time, he knows how it works. the reader who knew them is gone.

and he sees an opportunity.

wukong knows the reader from the past was scared of him and macaque, even if she got good at tamping that fear down while in their presence. this new reader doesn't know them beyond the tales he's sure she's heard about them. he figures he can spin those as bad faith interpretations of their intentions.

he knows how compassionate she can be. and he plans on using her empathy against her.

he and mac could play the "misunderstood anti-heroes" card, and win her affection back naturally. macaque would be on board with this, understanding that this reader is socialized by her time and their ancient demon courting methods (outright kidnapping) won't be as acceptable. so, they get to romancin' their soon-to-be wife the modern way.

they could set up an instance where they save her from another demon, or they meet her by chance while "patrolling." they hide their identities; less extravagant armor, slightly more modern outfits. the two monkey demons can be quite charming when they want to be, and reader, while naturally suspicious of their intentions, finds herself crushing after a few chance meetings (she will only privately admit she finds the two demons handsome; she gets the feeling their egos would run with any compliments she could give).

reader keeps her feelings to herself, too embarrassed to bring the two suitors up to her friends or boss. they notice her change in attitude but can't get her to tell (although mei doesn't give up trying).

mk figures it out pretty quick however, and is suitably weirded out that his dad and uncle are trying to woo his friend/coworker. the poor kid gets sworn to secrecy (not that he wants to get involved with his caretakers' personal business). and nothing he says could sway the older demons from their goal.

...he can't help but be worried for reader.

#bad end wukong #twice as bad au

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possibilistfanfiction · 1 year

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avatrice + flaw

[wonderful prompt @analogoose made me immediately feral :)]

you're drunk, which isn't that rare an occurrence, but with all the training you've been doing lately, you don't usually let it get this out of hand. but there had been a pretty girl — sara, maybe? with the most gorgeous brown skin and a nose ring — who had been doing shots and dancing with you when you finished your shift, and, like, sure, maybe you don't believe you'll die, right? maybe you can beat adriel, there's gotta be a way, but, still —

you're a little teary just thinking about it, as you climb the stairs on exhausted legs and feel way more drunk than you had ten minutes ago when you'd left the bar. you unlock the door on your third try, then try your absolute hardest to be quiet. bea has left out some snacks for you, these chips you love that she finds 'disgusting, ava,' and you take them with you into the bathroom, which seems polite and quiet, even if it's kind of gross. you sit in the bathtub without any water and eat your chips in the dark, and then you get up and wash your face in the sink, brush your teeth, and strip out of your pants. you have a crop top and underwear on and, like, that's going to have to be good enough, because it's sweltering in your apartment and bea won't touch you anyway. you love her and you're in love with her and it had occurred to you days ago, when she was concentrating so hard, a little furrow between her brows, listening to hans explain the rules of gin rummy. you're in love with her and, god, it would be so selfish, it would be thoughtless and, like, there are other fish in the sea, or there will be, you guess, but even sara, who was beautiful and kind and pressed you up against the wall in the bathroom and scraped her teeth along your jaw — you're in love with beatrice, and she won't touch you.

you get into bed without too much noise, which is a fucking feat, thank you very much, and settle under the thin blanket beatrice had switched out instead of the quilt during the heat wave. ever faithful, she's in a big t-shirt and boxers, acceptable and very theoretically unsexy sleep clothes, but her hair is loose and light and her eyelashes are so long and the moonlight tints her skin silver, like a sword or a shield or a glass of communion wine. and, like, okay, it's probably ethically wrong that, when sara was kissing you, you closed your eyes and pretended that it was bea, but you were a bunch of tequila shots in and you might die soon, you've already died once, or twice, maybe, so — it's fine. it's fine, the world is going to shit but it's fine.

you're apparently wiggling too much, trying to get comfortable, because beatrice sighs and cracks open an eye and says, 'ava, you're wiggling,' exhaustedly.

'sorry, sorry.'

she sighs again, half asleep. 'it's okay.'

it's not, probably, but she's kind. 'hey,' you whisper, loudly, and you should definitely let her sleep but she's curled up on her side with her hands tucked under her chin, which makes you feel the kind of crazy that could destroy whole temples, just to protect her.

'what, ava?'

you're undeterred by her frustrated tone; she uses it very, very often so it doesn't have the same bite as it used to. 'do you — do you really think being gay, or, like, you know, liking girls, is a flaw?'

'ava.'

you just stay quiet and will the halo not to vibrate out of your skin.

'no,' she says, after a few silent seconds that felt like years. 'no, of course i don't think it's a flaw.'

'because, you know, i like girls.'

'yes, ava, i know.' it's a little pained.

'have you kissed a girl before?'

it's probably, definitely, invasive, but it's the middle of the night and you can't stop thinking about it. 'wouldn't you like to know.'

it pulls a laugh out of you, right from your heartspace, and her smile is soft and bright, pleased with herself. 'well, you weren't always a nun.'

'not always,' she murmurs, and the room is too blurry for you to really figure out what that means. she's so close to you, though, and you reach your hand out — a fucking miracle, still, to be able to move and run and dance and hold someone while you kiss them, while you stand up and let them press you back against a wall, or a bed, or the barstool after closing, and feel the firm press of muscles along their back, or the swell of someone's hips and stomach over their waistband, or — you touch her face, featherlight fingertips, over her cheeks, down her nose, along her dark brows. she lets you, maybe because it's the middle of the night or maybe because she wasn't always a nun, maybe because she likes to be pressed against things too. maybe she loves you back, and it's easier to be touched than to touch, for her. maybe.

'do you think i'm pretty?'

she doesn't even bother to say your name this time, just slams her eyes shut.

too far. 'sorry.'

'it's — of course,' she says, a little broken, a lot brave. 'of course i think you're pretty, ava. you're beautiful.'

'no one has told me that before.' it's a little like standing in a puddle of water while it gets hit by lightning, or watching moths flutter for the first time in lamplight — haze and magic, breathless — to admit. 'i — i didn't get to look at myself, very much at all, before, you know, the halo.'

she just hums, but it's soft and tender.

'did you ever get bullied?' you ask. you know she said that she was punished, for not fitting in, but you can't imagine her, really — powerful, exacting, gorgeous beatrice — being picked on.

'are we playing a very invasive game of twenty questions? it's three in the morning.'

'we can go to sleep, if you want.'

you think she will; you think she'll roll over, that she'll roll away from you, that you'll never get to tell her all that you mean. but then: 'i was bullied a lot, as a child in primary school, actually.'

'they were all jealous, obviously.'

she huffs a laugh. 'my eyes, first and most often.' she frowns and the halo buzzes in your back a little, reflecting your immediate and deep anger. 'my last name, sometimes; the food my nanny would pack for lunch.' her jaw clenches but then she sees the glow of the halo, which you don't bother to try to tamp down, not in the dark, not in this safe bed with someone you love, someone who has had cruelty handed down to her her entire life and has emerged gentle and brilliant and kind. she smiles slightly at the light from your back. 'and then, less seriously, my freckles.'

'oh, fuck that.' you bring a fingertip back to touch her face again. 'your eyes are, like, the craziest cool color? especially in the morning, when we're going to train and the sun is just coming up.' a poem in a book one of your friends had given you recently: you could drown in those eyes, i said. 'and their shape is gorgeous. they're part of who you are.'

she seems genuinely touched by the drunk, inelegant sentiment. 'well, tell that to ronnie white.'

'if i ever meet him, i sure will. i bet he's ugly.'

she laughs.

'and, also, all food fucking rocks, so that's ridiculous. and your freckles, are like, i don't even know, bea. like stars.'

she lets you trace them; she has freckles on her shoulders, now, in the summer sun, and a few on her collarbone; one, that plagues you, sometimes, on the top of her left hand.

'in his own image, or whatever, right?'

you still your hand on her jaw and it takes a moment to answer: 'well, allegorically, yes.'

'allegorically, whatever. fuck those kids.'

'it was a long time ago, ava. i'm fine.'

the way she holds herself, compact, even in sleep, to make herself smaller — it's a life she chose, but you don't think anyone really gave her much of a choice. 'fuck those kids, bea. fuck your parents, and fuck the shitty nuns who didn't treat me with any dignity, and fuck, you know, the whole goddamn patriarchy, while we're at it.'

'you know,' she says, a smile reluctantly lifting her mouth, 'i do enjoy a good moment of sheer hate for the patriarchy.'

'obviously, you're awesome.'

'you should sleep, ava.'

'yeah, probably.'

'okay. goodnight.'

'bea?'

'yes, ava?'

'you're really, really beautiful. i just wanted to say, in case no one has told you either.'

her eyes in the moonlight flash gold, a better gold than the halo, warmer and gentler. you could drown in those eyes, so it's summer, so it's suicide, so we're restless in sleep and —

'sleep well, ava,' she says. it feels like a miracle, when she brings her hand, calloused and careful, to run through your hair, and then pulls it back against her chest. she doesn't turn away from you, only scoots a little closer and lets you nuzzle your way into her body, little movements and warmth, the smooth skin of her legs against yours.

so it's summer — you think, as her hand sneaks its way under your shirt and rests in the middle of your back; your underwear are slick with wet heat but — you've risen from the dead; she won't touch you but this is close, her little breaths against the top of your head as her body grows slack. in another universe this is real life; in another universe you met in college, or at the beach, or she was your ski instructor, or you swiped right on an app after smoking a blunt and she messaged you back — in another universe this is just an afterthought, an ache that neither of you can explain some nights at twilight after a hard day when you come home to a vine over the door and a dog who runs back to you when you call. in another universe you get to love her; she touches you.

in this universe, her gentle fingertips pressed to your back and her freckles blooming more every day in the sun — this is just another miracle.

'sweet dreams, bea.'

#wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #prompts #wow sorry this took me so long !!#switzerland era screaming always a classic i hope its ok!!

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I'm Almost Me, She's Almost You

summary: He swore he got over you ages ago - but it's hard to ignore the pieces of you he finds in someone else. gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used. feat: Brynjolf, Miraak, Vilkas, Erandur warnings: none omg masterlist

Brynjolf knew that he was over you. It had been months since you'd looked up at him with that heartbreaking smile and said those words that had ruined him - I just don't think we should do this anymore. He'd accepted your new roles as coworkers and stuffed away any lingering feelings the moment he saw you move on with another man. He was quite good at moving on, he thought. It had been weeks since he'd let your name leave his tongue when someone else's lips were on his skin, a mistake he would never repeat. It's difficult to mind his words so often - he knows you would never stumble on a job or leave behind any clues. When he glares down at the clear boot print his new partner left behind he cannot help himself - you would never do this. Sometimes when their hood is up, he can pretend that it's you. It's your fingers twisting into the straps of his armor and kissing up his throat or your boots planted on his desk to complain about a long day. Brynjolf lets them kiss him, reassuring himself that he is definitely over you.

Though many lifetimes had passed since he'd last heard it, Miraak would never forget your laugh. It haunted him; late nights spent alone in his study praying that your fingers would trail through his hair and remind him to rest, giggling when he swatted at your touch. He heard it in the winds when he stood atop mountains and the rustling of pages as he hunted Apocrypha for a way to get you back. He never expected to hear it in another. When the Last Dragonborn laughed it brought tears to his eyes. He'd been paying them no mind, mildly interested in the journey they took to High Hrothgar but it had not been enough to distract him until he heard that. It was you, the one he'd loved so dearly all those years ago. He would do anything to hear it again. Descending to Nirn was the last thing Miraak intended to do but it unavoidable. Tucked into the corner of some shady tavern he watched, cloak pulled tight and drink untouched as he stared at them. Their head tilted back, tears leaking from their eyes when they laughed at whatever their companion had said. It was the most beautiful sound Miraak had ever heard.

"Can you do this?" Vilkas wasn't sure why he felt so guilty asking someone to pet through his hair - it wasn't anything profane. As he guided their hand and demonstrated how to run their fingers through it, he assured himself that it was just anxiety. It had been months since he'd lost you but he was still learning how to be intimate with someone else. It was difficult. He'd grown so comfortable with you, something that had taken years dashed over one stupid mistake. He'd known that letting you go would be hard but learning to live without you was terrifying. "Like this?" They giggled and he readied himself to answer. All words failed when their nails scratched over his scalp, brain overloaded with you. Your fingers twisted in his hair tilting his head back to kiss him, you working soap into his scalp after a long battle, your touch wordlessly begging him for more. He stumbled over his words and couldn't bear to open his eyes, entirely lost in memories of you.

Erandur should have known better. Allowing himself to grow accustomed to your touch had been foolish. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep you forever yet he'd done it anyway, he'd become addicted to you - the reverent way you touched him and your voice soothing all his worries, your warmth and forgiveness absolving his many sins. Death had wrenched you away from him so long ago. The pain had broken him, ruining everything but his faith. When he knelt before Lady Mara's altar, hands clasped and lips wrapping around those all too familiar words of faith he felt you. It was your embrace he felt through his god, your arms reaching down from the heavens and your ear hearing him beg for salvation. How could he not see you? Lady Mara, the goddess of love and his first savior, could only be represented by you. You who had saved him over and over, only your eyes could appear in his mind when he whispered prayers in your name. Erandur's vision of his beloved deity blurred, replaced by visions of his most beloved. He could only hope that it was her will.

#writing #skyrim x reader #x reader fanfic #brynjolf #miraak #vilkas #erandur

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 6 months

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Hiii, could you please make some hc for guevara, mumon, musashi and retsu with an s/o that is basically an abnormality, for example she has like 4 arms because she was suposed to have a twin but she like ate her in the process and is like albino bit still has some color in her hair like blond and ginger and is like deaf due to the amount of abnormalities that she has and has like spots on her body due to vitiligo and things like that, like a really really weird s/o that is like extremely unic.

I would like to see musashi's reaction like thinking she is like a ghoul or an goddess or even an angel or something.

Sorry if it's too long or it doesn't appeal to you.

Have an amazing day and hope everything is ok with you 💕💕💕

Situation: S/O with some bodily peculiarity / S/O con alguna particularidad corporal.

Characters: Jun Guevara, Mumon Katsuragi, Musashi Miyamoto and Retsu Kaioh.

Jun Guevara.

He cannot believe what he sees, they must be a deity that came down from the heavens to delight humanity with their presences, so majestic and merciful.

No one should doubt his love for his S/O, there is simply no more way for Jun to show how much he loves his S/O in case anyone has any doubts, no matter how they look.

As if this man could find anything wrong with his partner, really, he is an idiot in love with the sea and his S/O. There's nothing else on that head other than his S/O. I'll even leave it at this point, it's just obvious.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon can be curious, but he is extremely laid back, he won't dig too deep if the S/O's are reluctant to talk about their aspects.

He may be a little silly, but he is not an idiot and he knows how to read people, so he will be in charge of making his S/O feel at ease when they are with him.

Sporadic and sincere praise, smiles and good wishes. He is sweet.

If they ever seek to be heard, Mumon will be there, he will listen to their insecurities and make them feel loved. He can understand if they feel too left out in some places and will comfort them for that.

He can make his S/O happy, no matter what they look like, he loves them.

Musashi Miyamoto.

To be honest, I think he would see the S/O as some kind of supernatural deity or spirit.

His mind is greatly influenced by traditional beliefs where he respected and feared supernatural creatures because they brought fortune or destruction.

I think he would kneel in front of the S/O after watching them uncomfortably for a while, asking for wisdom and strength to continue getting stronger.

A little reluctant to stop believing that they are deities, even if someone else or the S/O themselves explains that this is not the case. He'll stop mentioning it out loud, but I'm sure he still believes it.

Their relationship is a little strange at first for this very reason; Many people ask for kisses/blessings from their partners for good luck as motivation, while Musashi will firmly believe that his S/O does grant him luck.

He is the most faithful and devoted admirer of his S/O, he is also the most dangerous, he does not accept insults towards his S/O. They are warned.

Retsu Kaioh.

MY man is really understanding, he wouldn't be able to single out anyone for any particularity, because that's not honorable.

For this man, the sentimental and spiritual connection is painfully important, it is at a level far above the physical appearance.

The S/O will not need to worry about awkward questions when talking to Retsu, he would never point out the S/O's particularities unless they themselves are willing to talk about it. He understands that some people don't like to talk about these issues, so he won't touch it.

If they dare to talk about their aspects, they can trust that Retsu will listen, perhaps the question of “Does this affect your health?”, will leave Retsu's lips listening to them. That's all he cares about.

I'm not trying to say he's the best option yes that's exactly what I mean, I just want to clarify.

Versión en español

Jun Guevara.

Él no puede creer lo que ve, debes ser una deidad que bajo de los cielos para deleitar a la humanidad con su presencia, tan majestuosa y misericordiosa.

Nadie debería dudar sobre su amor por su S/O, simplemente ya no hay más forma en que Jun pueda demuestre cuanto ama a su S/O por si a alguien le queda dudas, se vea como se vea.

Como si este hombre pudiera encontrar algo malo en su pareja, de verdad, es un idiota enamorado del mar y de su S/O. No hay nada más en esa cabeza aparte de su S/O. Incluso lo dejaré hasta aquí, simplemente es evidente.

Mumon Katsuragi.

Mumon puede ser curioso, pero es extremadamente relajado, no indagará demasiado si el S/O se muestra reacio a hablar sobre su aspecto.

Puede ser un poco tonto, pero no es idiota y sabe como leer a las personas, por lo que se encargara de hacer sentir a gusto a su S/O cuando estén con él.

Elogios esporádicos y sinceros, sonrisas y buenos deseos. Es dulce.

Si alguna vez buscan ser escuchados, Mumon estará ahí, escuchará sus inseguridades y los hará sentir queridos. Puede entender si se sienten demasiado excluidos en algunos lugares y los consolará por eso.

Él puede hacer feliz a su S/O, sin importar como se vean, él les ama.

Musashi Miyamoto.

Para ser honesta, creo que él vería al S/O como una especie de deidad o espíritu sobrenatural.

Su mente está sumamente influenciada por las creencias tradicionales en donde se respetaba y temía a las criaturas sobrenaturales porque daban fortuna o destrucción.

Pienso que se arrodillaría frente al S/O después de obsérvales incómodamente por un rato, pidiéndole sabiduría y fortaleza para seguir haciéndose fuerte.

Un poco reacio a dejar de creer que son deidades, aunque alguien más o el propio S/O le explique que no es el caso. Dejará de mencionarlo en voz alta, pero seguro que lo sigue creyendo.

Su relación es un poco extraña al principio por esto mismo; muchas personas piden besos/bendiciones de sus parejas para la buena suerte como motivación, mientras que Musashi creerá firmemente que su S/O sí le otorga suerte.

Es el más fiel y devoto admirador de su S/O, también es el más peligroso, no acepta insultos hacia su S/O. Advertidos están.

Retsu Kaioh.

MI hombre es realmente comprensivo, él no sería capaz de señalar a nadie por ninguna particularidad, porque eso no es honorable.

Para este hombre es dolorosamente importante la conexión sentimental y espiritual, está a un nivel muy por encima del aspecto físico. Muy por encima.

El S/O no necesitará preocuparse por preguntas incómodas al hablar con Retsu, él jamás señalaría las particularidades del S/O a menos que este mismo este dispuesto a hablar de ello. Entiende que a algunas personas no le gusta hablar de estos temas, así que, no lo tocara.

Si se animan a hablar de su aspecto, pueden confiar en que Retsu escuchara, quizá la pregunta de “¿Esto afecta a tu salud?”, salga de los labios de Retsu después de escucharlos. Es todo lo que le preocupa.

No estoy tratando de decir que es la mejor opción sí, es exactamente lo que quiero decir, solo quiero aclararlo.

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flowerandblood · 11 months

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Sweet kiss, sweet blood (7)

[ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: kissing, sexual tension, fluff ]

[description: A centuries-old vampire lives in Victorian England, bored and discouraged. His old friend sends him a letter, inviting him to his new country house. Aemond arrives there to rest. Next to the property, there is a small chapel, visited by the faithful. It turns out that at night, a young lady prays in it. Slow burn, sexual tension, profanation, murder, blood drinking.]

I owe the idea for this wonderful series to: @qyburnsghost

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Miss Whaterfield was furious with herself for ever opening that unfortunate letter. She couldn't sleep because of what she read in it. Because of what he wrote to her, because of the thought that he waited for her in the chapel every night.

This terrifying, bloodthirsty man.

She didn't understand why he wouldn't leave her alone, why he was so insistent that she become his wife. She had the impression that he was constantly mocking her, that he only wanted to humiliate her even more.

She decided not to change her mind. She did not reply to his letter. She began preparing for her departure by sending a letter to a nearby convent with the intention of being accepted.

After a few days, she announced to her father that she had received permission. Mr. Whaterfield took this information with equanimity and a strange, unlike him, satisfaction. He placed his hands on his daughter's shoulders, smiling reassuringly at her.

“I know I've always been strict with you. But today, right now, I'm proud of you. You have found your calling and I am glad that you will dedicate your life to God. It's a great honor for our family." He said and kissed her forehead.

She felt as if her heart would break at the same time from emotion and pain at his words. She desperately wanted to hear it, but not right now, not in this way.

She dreamed of Ser Aemond every day. In her dreams, he would bite her neck, then either kill her or kidnap her, locking her in his castle, making her his slave. On the one hand these dreams terrified her, on the other hand, for some reason when he took her with him or simply killed her, she felt relieved.

On the last evening that she was supposed to spend at her home, she couldn't sleep. She felt her heart pounding hard, she was terrified, but she didn't share her thoughts with anyone.

She didn't know what to do with the fear and grief that writhed like poison in her heart. She felt as if her body and inside were rotting, as if she was lying in a dark, cold dungeon, from which she would never come out.

Pastor Smith took the news of her future entry into the convent with reserve. He could not clearly show his displeasure since she was devoting herself to the service of God, but he made it clear to her father that he did not think she was up to the task. Mr. Whaterfield took great offense at his words, and their relations have cooled since then.

Miss Whaterfield thought that she had said goodbye to everyone, except Ser Aemond. The half-man, half-beast that kept her awake at night. She was furious that she couldn't bring herself to think of him as an unequivocally evil person.

He had done cruel and brutal things to her, and others that made her cheeks burn, but in fact she knew that before he tasted her blood, she was slowly falling in love with him. She would never admit it to him, but when he asked her father so directly for her hand, she felt an explosion of joy in her heart. There is nothing left of it now.

For some reason, she felt that if she left without saying a word she would leave something unfinished in her life forever. She thought that she wanted to say goodbye to him, forgive him like a true Christian and move on, giving her life into God's hands.

She got up, trembling slightly with emotion, putting on a white robe over her night gown which she tied with a ribbon around her waist. She lit a candle and, as she had promised herself, sneaked out of the house for the last time through the back door, heading across the meadow to Ser Criston's park.

She saw from a distance the chapel where she had prayed so often, and in it the light of a candle. She knew it was his sign for her, and she felt a strange painful pang in her heart.

She silently approached the slightly ajar door and paused, trying to calm her pounding heart in her chest. She was afraid, but at the same time she felt an indescribable excitement, a pleasant shiver at the thought of seeing him again. She swallowed hard, plucked up her courage, and walked inside with small, quiet steps.

He smelled her scent before he even saw her. He turned his profile towards her, shocked, then stood up and looked at her, his pale, long face expressing disbelief.

He swallowed hard, and they both looked at each other, standing some distance away, breathing uneasily. His eye showed so many emotions all at once that somehow it touched her. Her throat tightened at the sight of what she might normally mistake for longing.

After a moment, as if he had remembered who he was, he bowed to her, as befitted a man of his status. She nodded, feeling her hands tremble, her candle flame flickering uneasily. Neither of them knew what to say. Finally she heard his low, hesitant voice.

"You're leaving." He said more stating than asking. She pursed her lips at his words, feeling a painful, unpleasant shiver run through her. Her eyebrows quirked helplessly.

"Yes." She spoke softly, almost in a whisper. She saw his body tense, full of tension.

"When?" He asked low, almost casually, but his voice trembled at the end, betraying his desperation. She lowered her gaze, unable to look him in the eye.

"Tomorrow." She whispered. "I came to say goodbye."

There was a dead silence, broken only by the sounds of crickets coming from the park outside. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hands clench into fists, heard him swallow hard. She wondered if what she dreamed would happen. Will he kill her or kidnap her. Maybe that's why she came to him.

That he would free her.

"If I leave tomorrow, will you stay in Mantfield?" He asked indifferently, she had the impression that there was a note of irritation in his voice. She pursed her lips hearing the tone of his voice.

“No.” She answered truthfully. She looked up at him. She saw him clench his eyelid and mouth shut as he turned his face away, his body tense as a string. She could see that some incomprehensible, unspoken struggle was going on inside him.

"You're wasting your life. Do not do this." He finally said, approaching her confidently. She took a step back, but quickly hit the wall behind her. "If you want I'll help you escape. You will disappear and start a new life in the city, as a governess or shopkeeper, whatever you like. I'll leave you alone and you'll never see me again."

She stared at him in disbelief, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her whole body trembling. It wasn't what she expected, his words took her completely by surprise.

Many times in her life she thought about escaping, she even had a plan, but then she came to the conclusion that without someone's help she would not be able to cope at first. She wondered if God was trying to tell her something now after all.

Aemond saw her hesitation and moved even closer, their bodies almost touching. She looked away from him, her heart pounding, but his cold hand grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Their faces were millimeters apart. She felt that familiar, wonderful, treacherous tightness between her thighs again, the wetness running down her skin.

"Tell me that you agree. Say you'll come with me to London tomorrow instead of going to the convent. In the letters you will write to your parents that you are in the convent, and we will inform the convent itself that you have resigned. Before they know it we'll be far away." He said excitedly at the thought that she was indeed hesitant. She swallowed loudly, frowning.

"How do I know there won't be more beasts like you, waiting for me in London to eat me alive and drain my blood? How could I trust someone like you?" She asked helplessly, breathing heavily. His face hardened at his words.

"I will not share you with anyone." He said coldly. "I'll be waiting for you tomorrow."

Aemond told her where her carriage would be passing and where she would change. She stared at him in disbelief as he told her point by point what they would do. She had the impression that he had planned this exactly.

He really wanted to kidnap her.

When he finished speaking, she stared at him in disbelief, breathing unevenly, feeling a huge confusion in her head.

She thought she had never felt free in her life. She never did what she wanted. She did not know independence and self-determination. Perhaps that's why, practically without thinking, she blurted out two words after a moment.

"All right."

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The next morning she awoke with a sense of excitement and terror that she had never known before. She felt like she was going crazy. She kept telling herself that this man was definitely deceiving her again, that he would definitely hurt her and kill her, and that her body would never be found.

On the other hand, she thought that in her marriage to Pastor Smith or in the convent,she would also be dead, only alive.

When she said goodbye to her parents, she and her mother burst into tears. She thought she would never see them again, and when they finally found out that she had escaped they would break down.

She consoled herself with the thought that it would be easier for them to cover up something like that - they could finally say that she was just at the convent all the time and that's why she didn't come to visit. Her father embraced her and kissed her head.

"I am proud of you, child. You are starting a new, wonderful chapter in your life." He said proudly. She thought, wiping her tears that at least he wasn't wrong about that.

As she rode in the carriage, she looked around uneasily, knowing that soon they would reach the crossroads where they were to meet. It was a foggy, cloudy morning. She thought that the weather reflected exactly what she was feeling, the great uncertainty that filled her whole body.

She felt a strong shiver as she saw through the window in front of them a second carriage, with a man in a top hat standing in front of it. When he lifted his head she saw the patch over his eye and pursed her lips, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She slammed her hand against the carriage door.

"Stop!" She shouted to the coachman, and after a while they did indeed stop. She opened the door with a trembling hand and literally jumped out onto the road, staring in disbelief at the white-haired man standing in front of her.

His hair, as always, was tied back with a black ribbon, his clothes all dark, elegant and impeccable. They stared at each other in disbelief, standing a few meters apart.

Taken by some sudden, hot, wonderful feeling, she just ran towards him, throwing herself into his arms, and he wrapped his arms around her, twirling her once.

He took her cheeks in his hands, his cold leather gloves cooling her face pleasantly. He brushed a strand of her hair from her face with his thumb, staring at her with wide eye, his mouth parted in an expression of unspeakable joy, so incongruent with his seriousness and cool manner.

He bent over her, as he had when they stood in the rain. He pressed his forehead against hers, and she could feel them both trembling in excitement and terror, gasping for breath. She placed her hand over his, looking at him in a way she had never looked at any men before. She didn't pull away as he dug greedily into her lips, taking her breath away.

She parted her lips for him, sighing sweetly, letting him caress her. The wet, shameless click of their saliva she heard every time their fleshy, wet lips pressed together, made her shiver again. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation, letting him do what he wanted with her.

It seemed like forever before he pulled away from her, staring at her with misty eye, his mouth full and swollen with desire. He stroked her cheek and walked towards the driver of her carriage, tossing a bag of coins that jingled loudly in his direction. The coachman caught it, looking at him in surprise.

"For your trouble. I want you to forget that you saw this. You got Miss Whaterfield where she needed to be. Do we understand each other?" Aemond asked coolly and matter-of-factly, and he nodded.

Her baggage was transferred to the other carriage, and the two of them got inside. Aemond closed the door behind them, tapped the window a few times, and they set off along the stone road. They stared at each other with their mouths parted, breathing unevenly.

Unable to take it, she moved to the other side and sat next to him, snuggling into his shoulder, as if she needed physical confirmation that this was really happening. Aemond immediately wrapped his arm around her, hugging her to him, pulling his top hat off his head.

They made themselves comfortable in the seat, her head resting on his shoulder, his cheek against her hair. His hand stroked her steadily, his lips kissing the top of her head tenderly once in a while, making her grip on his shoulder tighter.

Even though she had done something so dangerous, crazy, and damnable, for the first time in her life she felt an overpowering peace fill her body.

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hxnbi · 2 months

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「 CURSED 」

synopsis: love is a beautiful thing, but so too can it bring indescribable pain

— pairings: fushiguro megumi x gn reader

— disclaimers: profanity, angst, death, no comfort, gn reader

— word count: 2.9k

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Megumi knew that his life was at risk each and every second he was out on the field. He knew what he was doing would potentially kill him one day. He was a jujutsu sorcerer. This was what he signed up for the moment he agreed to that idiot Gojo's offer.

But he didn't think that you would be involved as well…

"Huh?"

There was no way he heard correctly.

That's right, this must all just be one sick joke.

"...C-Cursed?" Megumi repeated.

No… he had to make sure. His ears were just fooling him, right? Right?

Ichiji nodded. "I-It appears so…"

Hah. Of course not. Life was never on his side. It may as well just be mocking him at that point.

Yuji, seeing Megumi's unusual silence, decided to chime in. "Is it the same one from Yasohachi Bridge? In that case, we can just go, find the source, and then do the same with the one from the bridge, right?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Ijichi interjected in his typical fragile tone of voice. "Unlike with your sister Tsumiki, we don't know what exactly Ms. [L/n] is cursed with…"

"Hah?" Megumi scrunched his eyes. "You're telling me that even the school doesn't have a single fucking clue about what happened?!"

"Fushiguro," Nobara reprimanded, her arms crossed over each other. "Calm down. We’re in a public place here"

"Tch… How exactly can I calm down when [Y/n] is at risk of dying?! Huh?! Has that thought crossed any of your minds!? You're telling me that I should just stay here and do nothing and wait for… for whatever fucking thing to take them away from me!?!"

Ijichi, Nobara, and Yuji all exchanged silent looks. They had never seen Megumi like this—not even during the exchange event—with that level of pure anger and rage.

When it came to you, nothing was "too much."

You were everything to him—his other half.

So, to have that other half practically ripped away from him… was unbearable. The void that would be left by your absence seemed almost insurmountable. That thought alone was enough to swallow him whole.

“F-Fushiguro,” Yuji scampered. "[Y/n] might be able to hear you.”

Your hospital room wasn't far from where the four were discussing—or arguing, by that point.

"I don't fucking care. I'll do what I want—"

"Fushiguro," Nobara snapped, interrupting with more force, making even Megumi stumble backward. "You stay with them and protect them. That's… all we can do right now. For their sake," she said in a softer tone.

"....."

"Tch."

He walked away, bumping shoulders with the poor, confused Yuji.

"Fushiguro! Wai—"

"Itadori, let him be. He needs some time to himself to think," Nobara interjected, making Yuji stop in his tracks. "This kind of news can be hard for anybody to accept. What we can do for him right now is give him space."

Yuji solemnly nodded his head. "I hope he'll be okay…"

This time, Nobara was the one who agreed. "Yeah," allowing their gazes to rest on where Megumi had just stormed off.

Everything felt muted outside the hospital rooms in the dimly lit hallways. It was painfully silent, broken only by the faint murmur of distant voices and the soft shuffle of footsteps. Megumi angrily slammed his arm against the wall, almost certainly bruising his hand, but he didn't care.

You were dying—you could be killed at any time, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. A sense of helplessness like never before, all too familiar. Why were people leaving him again, one by one?

…Does no one want him to be happy?

Was he just doomed to live in a world of black?

What would it take until he was finally free from the shackles of faith? Was he just condemned to wander through life, forever haunted by the ghosts of loss?

Only when he inhaled a breath did Megumi's gaze finally fall on his arm, and the crimson stain blossomed on his sleeve. You wouldn't want to see him like this. So he wasn't going to allow you to, and instead, he pulled up his sleeve, concealing the evidence of his pain beneath the fabric.

He needed to see you again, to be by your side while he still had the chance...

With each step back towards your hospital room, his heart hammered in his chest. What if you were gone? What if it already took you? What if—

"Megumi?" you asked in your sweet tone, but it was weaker, much weaker, barely more than a whisper.

His breath caught in his throat.

Megumi's heart couldn't take this. It hurt. It pained him to see you like this, so frail and fragile, robbed of the life that once defined you. His heart clenched in anguish.

You weren't a jujutsu sorcerer. Hell, you didn't even have the ability to see what cursed spirits were. But you accepted every part of him—his flaws, quirks, and demons. But all that love you had for him would be for naught, and here you were, cursed with the exact type of curse, except no one had a clue what was the cause of it or who was the one who never did it. You weren't able to handle the curse as well as Tsumiki could.

Even still, you would put up with it "for him," as you would tell him, reminding him and yourself as well...

"Megumi," you said, resting on your hospital bed, your voice hardly audible from all the machinery attached to you. It was disgusting—all this to supposedly "save you." A fever dream.

"Can you come closer for a second? I want to see you."

But without hesitation, he answered your call without a second thought. You cupped his cheek, your eyes locking onto his.

"Look at you… You look horrible."

Indeed, he did look awful. He hadn't slept in days, nor did he get many chances to eat or drink. The toll of sleepless nights and neglected meals etched shadows beneath his eyes, starkly contrasting the rigid routine he would follow before your curse. Each passing day seemed to weigh heavier on him, dragging him further into the dark, empty chasm of exhaustion and despair.

You gripped at your covers, feeling the weight of your words, and Megumi's anguish settled heavily on you. "I know that I'm not going to live…"

"Don't say that!" Megumi interrupted, his voice fraught with emotion as he sank back, his eyes reflecting that of desperation and fear. "I'm sorry… I don't like it when you say shit like that."

"Fushiguro Megumi," you whispered, reaching out a hand towards him and feeling a deep ache right in your chest.

All this was so unlike the stern, aloof, almost borderline arrogant boy you have grown to love. So seeing that facade shatter, all because of you… felt awful.

He avoided your gaze, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on the hospital bedsheet. "I can't lose you, too," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

There was then silence, interrupted only by the noises of the medical equipment on your bedsheet.

You mustered up all the strength you had left, and with a smile, "I'm still here, Gumi," you said softly, your voice barely audible over the beeping monitors. "And I'm not giving up without a fight."

Megumi finally met your gaze. "I know," he whispered hoarsely. "But… I can't lose you. I won't…"

"....."

You squeezed his hand, a silent promise passing between you.

"You… should go home."

"But—!"

"I'll be fine, 'gumi. Don't worry about me."

"..."

He could never find it in himself to argue with you. So he did what you asked and walked home by himself in the dark.

Alone in your shared home, the emptiness in the walls, the decor, and all the photos of you and Megumi reminded him every day of the future—and once you did pass, so too would the void also be stretched—left in your forever absence.

He dreaded every bit of this moment—every aspect of this fact. Because every moment that you weren't here confirmed an even bigger reality. That, someday, this will be the new norm.

His home… not, your home, never felt so lonely.

Only when he was watching you would he actually put something in his mouth after you told him off and heard the silent insistence of your gaze.

"You have to eat something," you scolded before coughing once again, the pain lingering without a moment of respite.

'Hah…'

Even in your own sorry state, you were worrying about someone else…

Megumi knew what he was doing was unhealthy, borderline self-destructive even, but that was of little concern when you were slowly losing your own life.

And you saw that. You saw that he was neglecting himself, and you would scold him for it.

"I'll be okay, Megumi. You know that."

'No…' he thought. 'I don't.'

You always said that.

Days passed, and all Megumi wanted to do was stay with you. Nobara, Yuji, and Gojo even visited you more times than once, and you all ate hotpot together. Yuji even brought a plate of his famous meatball recipe that you asked him to make "before you die," which made Megumi crook a smile the best he could.

It terrified him that you would even joke about a topic like that, but it was your own way of coping—he knew just from the fragile facade you would put up.

These small things kept both you and Megumi's minds off things.

…And perhaps a little too much.

"Gumi… I can get it myself."

You tried standing up, only for your legs to give and collapse right into Megumi's arms, which he held out in case such a scenario happened.

"Please… [Y/n], I'll get it for you. Please just rest."

It wasn't just Megumi anymore, but you had gotten much weaker, both physically and mentally.

The toll of your curse had left its mark, etching lines of exhaustion and pain upon your once vibrant pupils. Your once lively spirit now seemed dimmed, overshadowed by the weight of whatever was breaking you apart, one day at a time…

You found yourself unable to walk or to properly eat. It was almost like you were beseeching for all this pain to end. And it hurt him more than you could ever think—that his selfishness to keep you alive and just hold on was keeping you in despair.

Together in the hospital room, Megumi was brewing the tea you always drank alongside the so-called medications the hospital would provide.

That is, until Megumi eyed something on the countertop. A glass bottle collected dust with all the other useless medications that the hospital provided. 'What was that?' He didn't remember that bottle being there the last time he came—

No.

"...[Y/n]?"

Nothing.

"[Y/n]?" he tried again. And once again, no response.

'No…'

Turning around, he confronted the harsh reality of the circumstances. The air seemed to thicken around him as he dropped the plate to the ground, the clatter of ceramic shattering the oppressive silence. He dropped the plate to the ground.

It couldn't have been today, right? He immediately rushed to your bedside, your eyes now closed shut. His trembling hand sought out your pulse, but it came as nothing but a futile attempt to deny the truth.

'"No…"

The word escaped his lips in a whispered plea.

This couldn't be real… But it was. This was it. Today was the day.

But why was he so shocked? Didn't he prepare for this moment? He had known this day would come and had braced himself for the inevitable farewell, and yet… even he was unprepared for the magnitude of his grief.

Several hospital personnel burst into the room, only to be met with a sea of red, their faces contorted in horror.

It was a sight akin to a scene in a tragic drama, but this was no drama, nor was it a fantasy. This was no scripted fantasy—it was a stark, harrowing reality.

The sight of your lifeless corpse lay before them.

There was only the raw, unfiltered agony of loss, embodied in the form of your lifeless body cradled in Megumi's trembling arms, his cries echoing through the sterile walls of the hospital room. Megumi held you deathly close to his chest and his arms.

He didn't want to admit it, but he was horrified. That if he let go, that final fire of warmth in your body would disappear forever.

"S-Sir," one hospital personnel tried reaching his arm. "They're—"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

This was where you belonged. Yes. Right in his arms. With your head on his lap and his hand over your cold hand. You already looked to be deathly and inhumanly cold.

Despite everything happening around him, Megumi's focus remained solely on you, his grip tightening on your hand as if trying to defy the inevitable.

The hospital personnel persisted in their attempts to pry you away, but Megumi's resistance only grew stronger, his voice echoing through the sterile walls of the hospital room for them to leave.

Blaring lights and noises came from all directions, but Megumi couldn't hear them anymore nor see the person he cherished and loved with all his heart in front of him. Several figures were all crowded around, ripping him away from your corpse.

"Sir, please!" the staff tried again, this time with more force. "You need to calm down…"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

His voice broke. "How can I calm down?! You’re taking them away from me! They're…" He choked back a sob, hiding away how he really felt—pure desperation.

His arms ever so tightened on you as the hospital staff all exchanged looks; the question of whether they should intervene or give him a moment of privacy lingered in the air.

Because you were everything to him…

"We understand, sir, but we need to first—”

Megumi's protests grow louder, bordering on hysteria. "You don't fucking understand! How can you possibly understand?! She's…" Again, his voice broke. His mind raced, overwhelmed with grief and disbelief.

But how could he calm down when the very essence of his world was being torn away from him? How could anyone expect him to just stand there when the love of his life was lying there, cold and lifeless? How could he remain composed when his heart was shattering into a million irreparable pieces? How could he ever even begin to forgive himself if he were to just stand here and watch them take you away?!

But that was the inevitable, and it was all happening in front of his very eyes.

Megumi's heart sank as he saw you being pulled away from him by the hospital employees. His hands clenched into fists.

His words broke up, and all he could say were stuttering sounds. Hot tears streamed down his face, and he squeezed his eyelids shut in the hope his tears would stop. His choppy breathing and watery eyes remained unmoving for quite some time, and he stood there.

He had time. All the time in the world to take it in…

At that moment, a flurry of footsteps came from outside, in the hallways. Yuji, Nobara, and Nitta rushed in.

"Fushiguro! We heard what happened! Is it true that—"

Yuji didn't finish that sentence. Oh.

Their voices trailed off as they noticed Megumi with no expression, his gaze fixed ahead as he walked out of the hospital room.

“...Fushiguro?”

Nothing.

With his usual stoic facade, the boy continued to walk out of the hospital room without a word, leaving his friends bewildered.

"Wait! Where are you going?!" Yuji called out, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Away from here," Megumi responded curtly, his tone brooking no argument.

Only then did either of them truly get a look at Megumi's face. He looked close to tears, if not already.

Yuji physically stepped back. “...U-Uh.”

"....." Silence fell over the room as they watched him leave, his figure disappearing into the bustling hospital corridor.

But the second he was alone, without a soul in sight, he broke down. Every ounce of pent-up emotion surged forth, manifesting in sobs that wracked his body uncontrollably.

Once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. Megumi bent forward as he stood against the hospital walls. Pressing his fist against the solid white wall, he began to tense. Just the pure and utter weight of everything—the loss, the emptiness, that final look in your eyes—all of it crashed down on him like a relentless tidal wave, leaving him shattered and raw, like a corpse with no spirit.

He couldn't cry again. You would never like that…

Whether he liked it or not, time would continue its march forward. It didn't stop—it never could—nor could it go back into the past—as much as Megumi wished it could...

Time after time, the people he loved would disappear. Always.

His parents, Tsumiki being cursed, and now, you. His one and eternal love. And no one could ever replace you—and definitely not that hole now in his heart, left by the loss of you.

Megumi clenched his fists tightly, the pressure enough to draw blood.

"I'm sorry."

But all the apologies in the world could do jackshit. It would never bring you back.

Megumi would never know what kind of being snuffed out your life…. It could've been a cursed spirit whose identity was never found by Jujutsu Tech.

And that angered him to no end. To be so useless, to never find out what creature poisoned and took away the only thing he ever wanted and needed in his life.

He had you, but there was no longer a spark, no sign of that vibrant life you once possessed.

For you were long gone—your body beyond cold.

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blazinghotfoggynights · 23 days

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Oh, Edmundo, you enigma.

Edmundo Diaz's love life has left 911 viewers, or at least some, scratching their heads for six seasons.

If Buck and Natalia began seeing each other before Eddie even asked Marisol on a date, and it seems Buck and Natalia were not a long-term couple based on the Eddie's verbiage and snarkiness after Buck admits they broke up then just how long was Eddie dating Marisol before he asked that woman to move in?

Bobby called Buck out for finding himself in relationships without knowing how he got there. I think Bobby needs to give Eddie the same speech. Let's look at the history:

Shannon hits on him. He accepts. She gets pregnant. They marry. I am still not convinced Eddie was in love with her. I think he loved her in some way, but not that way. After they had Christopher, he loved her as the mother of his child. That's it.

He introduced Ana to Christopher quickly. Remember, she took care of Christopher during the blackout. So, we know Eddie has a history of pushing women into the role of partner/parent much too soon.

Marisol was helping him supervise Christopher's dates and being asked to move in within what may be a few months? Why? Based on canon, it is obvious Eddie knew next to nothing about Marisol other than she would babysit Christopher and when Christopher was away they could play.

We all talk about Buck's issues, but Eddie's romantic history puts the "fun" in dysfunctional.

Everything we know about Eddie's romantic history is one giant crimson flag. He has never pursued a woman for normal reasons, such as thinking she is pretty, liking her personality, or just plain attraction. The woman either pursued him or made it clear they were interested if he wanted them. (They were thirsty. Remember that parent-teacher conference with Ana?) Even before he met his blind dates he knew it wouldn't work out. How do you know the person isn't your type before you ever meet them? When he reached the point of moving from casual to focused with Ana and Marisol, he found a reason to run. Every time. He even admits he used the military to escape his wife and son.

Eddie's behavior is not that of the usual heterosexual, allosexual man in his teens, twenties, and thirties that you encounter. The man NEVER looks at women and he is surrounded by beautiful women. He only pays attention when a woman blatantly hits on him, or someone tells him he should be pursuing a woman. We've seen Chimney, Buck, and Bobby turn their heads for a woman and flirt, but never Eddie.

I think there are only a few possible reasons Eddie's behavior is odd.

He's demisexual. He only experiences true attraction once an emotional bond has been created. That may explain why his "attraction" to Shannon endured, even in the face of all of the evidence that they were terrible together. They were friends first. Personally, I think she was his comfort zone. He knew her and being with her would give Christopher the family he thought his son deserved.

He's asexual. I don't think that is the case. I think he enjoys intimacy, but getting to the point of genuine enjoyment and connection is not happening with the women he dates.

He's not into women but doesn't know or doesn't want to know. This is a very real possibility. Eddie may not realize being into men is an option. His background may have prevented it from being an option in the past. When you consider where he was raised, the doctrine of his faith back then, his career path, etc., being gay may never have been an option. So, he forced himself to find women he could make an attempt to build a life with, he actively repressed his real attraction, or he just didn't know he was into men. It would explain why he feels he is "performing" on dates with women and how he knew before the date they weren't his type.

Eddie is not the stable guy who has his stuff together. Eddie and Buck bonded because they are both messes. Buck is just open with how messed up he is. Eddie hides it.

(I have numerous allosexual, heterosexual male figures in my life and have had them in my life forever. Please believe me when I tell you I know more about how they behave and think than I ever wanted to. Sometimes, when they were sharing way more than I wanted to hear, I was hoping the neuralizer from MIB would suddenly become real.)

#911 abc #911 on abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #911 show #LouEng's take #Lou Eng's metas

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mintytealfox · 24 days

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If you could describe nortons entire personality in a sentence what would that sentence be I'd like to see your take on it

(Essay on nortons personality in your opinion is welcome and optional)

OOOOO A QUIZY QUESTION HECK YEAAAAAAA lemme think leeemmmeee think heerrree hmmm hmmmmm one sentence hmmmmm

AH HERE

"A kind heart that was trampled by the world and not allowed to blossom"

I think if he was ever put in a position where he could feel safe, stable, and over all treated with love long enough to where he can open up to accept it, we would see a very different Norton ;; A Norton that can finally be himself 😭 He has been plagued by hardship, danger, and loss at every corner of his life and yet still tried to be good and kept trying for that hope of freedom one day ;; Then he starts coughing, and reality starts setting in 'he is running out of time' and desperation takes over ;; Desperation changes a person 😔 drives them to do things they wouldn't have ever thought to do before, and that can be dangerous when left unchecked orz but the fact that there is still hope that he can wake up speaks volumes on how strong his inner self is, that his true self has survived through it all and still willing to break out and take over again when given permission to 😭

I think he desperately needs a stable environment that he can make safe. It will take time for him to sift though the behaviors that are a result of trauma and what is truly him and he would need someone to help with that. He has zero faith in people and would need at least one to show him that it is okay to be good and still survive this world ;;

To slide in some Nortalice in here LOL: this is why I love nortalice so much cause Alice could bring out that side of him, show him the way/that he is allowed to be good and still thrive, and she is stubborn enough to stick with this long enough for Norton to finally accept~

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Wishing you a late happy birthday! Hope it was a good one. I am a bit embarrassed to say how much of my day this IF occupies my thoughts... and how did you make all the ROs so amazing?!

One thing I've being thinking about is the emotional connection Mc could make with the ROs here. I mean, I doubt Mc even thought about the possibilty that Chris could cheat. So having experienced that, and then falling for the RO, they could have a newfound sense of trust and security, like knowing the RO would never hurt them. Something they wouldn't have had with Chris. I can also see Mc being able to appreciate Cam's friendship so much more since he'll be there for Mc right at the start of it all, through not just the good, but the really bad too.

So if you want, how would the ROs feel knowing Mc has this absolute trust in and feels completely safe with them.

Aw, thank you anon! I'm glad to know it occupies your mind, it occupies mine far too much! Our RO's would love to know how amazing they are! I'm glad people enjoy them despite they all have their own issues to work through.

❤️ Cam - He is more appreciative to MC than I think he will ever truly be able to say. MC was there for him through everything, fights with his parents/siblings, when he was left to basically fend for himself, not to mention the challenges of the teen years. Cam would tear up a little bit ngl. He has always wanted MC to see him as this safe haven, there is no judgment, no ulterior motive. To know the most important person in his life, trust in him so much, and feels safe with him. Only one thing would make him happier than that.

💙 G - They would be so pleased. There was a lot for the two to get over from the past, a lot of growth happens. G would be thankful, not only to be so important to someone they care so much about, but also to know that they could get over the past. That they could rebuild what was broken between them. They would do everything possible to keep that trust and make sure MC feels safe and secure.

💚 Kara - It would frighten her at first. Kara isn't used to people placing a lot of faith in her or thinking of her as more than just her parent's child. She really is one for communication, so to know MC feels that way about her, she would want to ask MC what she could do, to ensure that the feelings stay that way. She would ensure that whatever she has going on with Chris doesn't leak into the relationship.

💛 M - They would feel the same with MC. As shy and as awkward as they are, they would love to know that someone can see them as a comfort. M would talk to MC, and be more honest and open with them, which is hard for M. But it would be worth it, it would be worth being able to know one another so intimately.

💜 Isaac - Will freak out slightly. Not because they don't want to be that for MC. But because Isaac has never had someone truly trust them, rely on them. To know they make someone feel good, safe even. Isaac would have a hard time accepting that. MC would have to really tell Isaac that is how they feel. (this one is lack in detail due to spoilers!)

🖤 Ardent - God, to trust him, feel safe with him? Of all the people in the world!? He doesn't know whose more fucked up, him or you. He secretly enjoys it. Secretly, he's happy. To think after everything, out of everyone you know you chose the biggest asshole in the whole place. He wouldn't know what he did to make you feel that way, but damn is he thankful for it. Because for once, he feels safe too. For once, Ardent feels like he has an actual person he can think of to trust.

#loveandleases #love and leases #cam #ardent #g #kara #isaac #m

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klbwriting · 2 months

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Our Strange Duet

Chapter 3: Not Alone

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: angst

Summary: audition time

Taglist: @deans-spinster-witch @amberpanda99

You're not alone. No one is alone - Into The Woods

The day of auditions Jason sought out YN after lit class, wanting to make sure she wasn't nervous. They hadn't been avoiding each other but it was a little awkward now, YN thinking she revealed too much and Jason wishing he could reveal more to her. He was working on it, opening himself up, but he was still terrified of putting himself out there again, especially with her. He knew that her mother getting accepted to that cancer program had been once in a lifetime, a last ditch effort to save her life, and that YN had to go with her but he still felt hurt, like she had let him down by leaving him. So many people abandoned him in his life and she was one of them now, and every time he wanted to throw himself off the ledge for her he froze at the edge, wondering if she would disappear again. He had asked Dick about it and of course Dick wanted him to take the leap, have faith in her, keep himself open, basically don't turn into Bruce. His therapist had a similar view but he also said that Jason had to make the decision himself because it wouldn't be fair to either of them for him to try and force himself into anything he wasn't ready for, it would only end in worse heartbreak. So here he was, following her out of the classroom, grabbing her arm in the hall, making her jump and yelp.

"Sorry!" he said, letting her go. She took a breath to calm down and nodded, giving him a smile. "I just wanted to see how you were? Auditions are later, are you nervous?" She nodded again.

"Ya, honestly I've never done a musical before, Gotham Academy looked down their snooty noses at them, plus I'm not exactly a very operatic singer. I think I'll probably end up being stage crew," she said. Jason frowned, not sure what he was hearing.

"I think you'll be amazing," he said. "And if you don't get a part they are idiots." She blushed a little and smiled at him, reaching out to take his hand like it was second nature, but stopped the moment her fingers brushed his, pulling back. He wasn't hers anymore, she couldn't just grab his hand whenever she wanted. She had left him, hurt him, and she couldn't expect him to just fall back in step with her because she wanted it. She dropped her hand by her side, but then he reached out and gently took her hand, squeezing it.

"Jason..." she said, not wanting him to force himself to do this.

"YN," he said in her same tone. She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips and he felt the overwhelming urge to kiss her. He loved her slightly annoyed face, he loved all of her faces, but that love had that twinge of fear and hurt so he kept himself from moving closer to her. "I don't want you to think that you can't be honest with me, that you can't depend on me still. No matter what happened before I'm still your friend, still here for you and if you need to hold my hand for any reason you can." She nodded.

"Thank you," she said. "I have another class, see you before auditions?" He nodded and let her go, swearing that she walked away with his heart in her hands again.

As promised YN waited inside the auditorium, ten minutes early, for Jason to arrive. She was standing there singing to herself, making sure she enunciated her words, loosening her mouth up to prepare. She watched the door so much that a nearby theater member noticed.

"Got someone coming to see you?" she asked. YN looked over, blushing a little. "I'm Halle."

"I'm YN, and am I that obvious?" she asked. Halle laughed a little. Then Jason walked in and YN's eyes snapped to his and she smiled again. He looked annoyed, but when he saw her smiled back at her.

"O, I see now," Halle said. YN didn't move as Jason put his things down in the rows of chairs. She seemed frozen to the spot, doubts flowing through her head. That smile of his, the one he seemed to save for her, broke her heart now. What if she messed up? What if he ran this time? What if everything fell apart again and he was hurt? She was back in December when she had told him she was leaving, the way his face turned to hurt, she had become his father, his mother, Bruce, another on a list of people who left him. She hated being on that list. "Go get him," Halle muttered. YN snapped back to the present and nodded, willing herself to walk over to him. Nothing was holding her back from him this time, she could stay as long as he wanted her too. This time if he wanted rid of her he would have to leave her. She walked over to him, leaning on the back of the chair in front of him.

"You nervous?" she asked this time. He shook his head, but she saw his fists clenching and unclenching, and his eyes were a little green. "What happened?" she asked. That green only came around when he was feeling angry.

"Nothing," he said, trying to push down his emotions. On the way over he had read an article about Bruce Wayne's newest rescue puppy, Tim Drake. His rich parents had been killed and now he was an orphan and Bruce gallantly swept in to adopt him, the very picture of altruism. What a fucking joke. He was trying to keep himself from running, he needed theater, needed to be someone else right now, not run and hide somewhere. By the time his song was done he would be able to think clearly, just like always. He looked YN, seeing the worry on her face. "After auditions I'll talk to you ok? Right now I just...need to not be Jason." She nodded, this time reaching out and squeezing his hand. She held it for just a moment, supporting him.

Auditions started and men were first, Jason watching the upperclassmen preform before the freshmen. He focused on his song, getting into the phantom's headspace. He had watched anything he could find for this show over the last week, the movie, youtube videos of the live musical, the original black and white movie, anything to really dissect the phantom. He'd even read the book, only getting halfway through before auditions, but he would finish it. He was ready, he was getting this part and he would once again play a madman behind a mask. He did that almost every night now, should be easy.

"Jason Todd," the director said. He climbed on stage, hooking up his phone to the speakers for music. He swallowed hard before slipping on his new skin, body hunching a little, making himself look intimidating, but he looked down, hiding the half of his face with the scar on it, like he was ashamed of that part of his face. He became Erik, in love with someone who he could never have, someone who loved someone else more, he was a beast, he wasn't worthy of love.

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation, Darkness stirs and wakes imagination, Silently the senses abandon their defenses..." he began singing, and before he knew it the song was ending. This was surprising, no one else had been allowed to do the full song. He had expected them to use the little buzzer they had to stop him, but they hadn't. He had finished the song, going to his phone and disconnecting it. "Thank you." He walked off stage to two people in the crowd standing and clapping, YN and Dick, who must have snuck in one the auditions had already started. They looked so proud of him and he couldn't lie, he was proud of himself. Bruce was wrong, he wasn't replaceable to everyone. He waved to Dick who looked like he might burst, before going and sitting next to YN. Another freshmen finished and they said there would be a five minute break before the lady's auditions started. Jason stood, YN following him back to see Dick who hugged his brother.

"If you aren't the phantom I'm putting you in another school, this place doesn't deserve you," he said. Jason blushed, still not used to his brother being this way. Dick had changed also since he had moved in, he wasn't as cold as he had been when he first met Jason. He probably felt similar to how Jason felt now, seeing Tim Drake take his place, but the difference was that Bruce had eventually forced them together, making sure they became brothers, such good brothers that Dick had dug up his body to bring him back. Jason still wasn't sure why Dick did it, and he never told him, but he loved him for it. He let Dick hug him before turning to YN.

"What did you think?" he asked. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at him and he melted just a little.

"You were magic Jason, honestly," she said. "I can't wait to see you actually being Erik on stage." He broke down and hugged her after that. She clung to him and he felt the wall he build around himself chipping away, whole columns coming down at the feeling of her holding him again. She pulled back when they called for the lady's and headed up front. She stood next to Halle and they wished each other lucky.

It was the same format, upperclassmen first, and Jason could see YN started to get nervous as every other performer did a song from the show. It was the during the third rendition of Think of Me that he snuck up to the front, passing a note into YN's hand before sneaking back to sit in the exact middle of the theater. She looked at the note and opened it.

At least you stand out, you're amazing, sing to me, I know you'll kill it

She turned and found him. He smiled at her and waved. She waved back, reading the note a couple more times before her name was called. She went on stage, rolling out the portable piano that was kept backstage for band rehearsals. She sat down and introduced herself and her song.

"I'll be singing Driver's License, not the original but the Lewis Capaldi cover," she explained. The director nodded slowly, a small smile coming to her face. YN took a breath, not sure what that smile meant but she began, playing flawlessly as she slipped into character. She was heartbroken, she didn't need much to slip back into that state of mind, but she was still holding on that she might be with him again, which was also on her mind. She would pour herself into this, make them believe that even if she couldn't hit the high notes, she was still worth having in the show just for her acting abilities. She caught Jason's eye as they kept letting her sing, not buzzing her out right away either. As the song continued she found Jason in the auditorium, baring herself to him again, knowing he could bring out her best.

Red lights, stop signs I still see your face in the white cars, front yards Can't drive past the places we used to go Cause I still fucking love you

She finished the song and stood, moving the piano back. She bowed her head to them.

"Thank you," she said, going to join the others. Jason slunk back over to her, once again amazing her with how such a big guy could be so quiet when he moved. He sat next to her and smiled.

"You were amazing," he said. "They let you finish." She nodded, but she knew, she wasn't going to be the star, but maybe she could do something else, she was pretty sure that the director was listening to her piano skills more than her singing. After the others were finished they were dismissed, they would get an email with the cast list by Sunday.

Outside they stood, watching as the other theater members went back to their dorms or apartments. Dick said bye and told Jason to be home soon, they had something to do. YN knew that was code for 'taking out big bad criminals with our super secret identities' so she didn't ask follow up questions.

"You know, if you're out and about and you need help you can come to my place again," she said. Jason nodded, smiling at her. "And I look forward to seeing your name at the top of the cast list."

"Talk to you later?" he asked. She nodded, reaching out to him again, this time moving into his arms easily, hugging him close. He settled into her again, another piece of armor being dislodged. "Can we meet up this weekend? I want to talk to you again, just us this time." She nodded.

"Anytime your free I'll be free."

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I just think about it but the whole Ray's plan at the beginning would have failed in so many ways.

Connie could have wondered where was her plushie at the moment of crossing the door.

Imagine if Emma and Norman have run into Isabella on the way to the gate (because she would have heard them by exemple) and tell "mama, Connie forget her plushie" so Isabella would have took it and say "Connie meets her parents right now. It's better to not bother her. I'll put it with his baggage"

Can you imagine if they were come back to Ray, saying "don't worry, we meet Mum on the way and she took it"

Ray: *internal screaming*

I mean Connie was the LAST shipment before Ray. It was 3 months, more or less, before his own shipment. If he had failed, what could he have done? Said the truth? Would Emma and Norman believe THAT without seeing it? Well all the others escapees believed it. But Emma was deeply attached to Isabella, she had need to see the demons to believe it.

But i understand that making his plan tro motion when let's say Hao was shipped (i think it was him before Connie?) would have given more time, and mayvbe on security if his plan had failed to re-do it the next time, but then Emma would have to accept Connie's shippement if they were not ready. Sacrifie her to save all the others. Pretty sure that she wouldn't have, and i don't even speak about Don here.

(Continued)

It's kinda sad to think that, even if the escapees managed to run away from the farm, happy to be free, happy that Ray is alive and all, their survival wasn't assured until they got in the bunker and even before, until they meet Sonju and Mujika. I mean without Sonju and Mujika, Emma could have died of infection and Ray would have been killed by demons, few hours after have been saved by Emma and few MINUTES after have decided to live for his family. (Sonju saved him just in time) The escape would be over very quickly for them. Not sure that the other kids would have managed to survive alone, without their big siblings to guide them :/ (meaning they wouldn't have reached the bunker at all or at least a lot later) (meaning that Yuugo would have killed himself) (Goldy Pond wouldn't have succeeded as well that in canon, a lot more would be dead) (and can you imagine Norman's reaction after his escape TT)

The first thing I usually think of is what a crapshoot Ray's idea is to have Emma and Norman go to the gate with Little Bunny in the first place.

On the one hand, it's a testament to his faith in them.

On the other hand, he is so disproportionately lucky on his bet that the demons wouldn’t pick up on their scents right away. He had, at best, fragmentary knowledge of demon physiology from his earliest months where maaaybe he could remember how well their sense of smell worked?

(Chapter 28; we're not going to think how they were paying special attention to him as Isabella the youngest mom in the history of the Grace Field and who's off limits to eat's child, so he's the next best thing as her progeny if he ends up not being good enough of an offering for the demon god)

The only reasons the two lackey demons don’t come after Emma and Norman right away are they’re caught up in conversation and probably a bit intoxicated off the idea of being able to eat even "just a fingertip" of Conny (and being charitable to Isabella, she probably doesn’t notice them sneak away because she’s grappling internally over seeing the life of another child she raised for five years snuffed out and having to keep up an iron façade about it.)

I like to joke that Emma is integral to the escape plan for her sheer obstinate railroading of any hiccups of probability, most egregiously expressed in it securing someone with a Minerva pen who was willing to give it up for them so they weren’t left wandering aimlessly outside the walls of Grace Field, who only got the pen in the first place because she lit off a lantern as a child that a Minerva supporter happened to come across by coincidence,

(Comic of Krone's childhood earned from completing the aptitude test on the official site; reprinted in The Promised Neverland Art Book World)

and bringing two of the only few demons in the entire demon world who won’t eat them for different reasons to their aid when they most desperately needed it, and that only happened because Leuvis was bored one day 700 years ago and decided to help his brother and his brother's new girlfriend escape the imperial capital by bringing them his horse in the third light novel. I love TPN.

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Request - My brain overflowing with thoughts of dream world

Tw's - Kerano twisting her ankle, screaming child, alcohol, Kerano being left on Faithful's doorstep

Genre - Fluff

Type - head canons

Comments - I was obsessed with this and need to share it cause why not 🤷 feel free to give your thoughts!!

Dream World

☁️ So, my understanding of the dream world is that Albus is an actual paladin, and isn't considered a good for nothing bastard, and he actually has a good relationship with Devlin

☁️ Now, we all know Faithful wasn't exactly supposed to be there, but let's just say that the dream world is another timeline/au for my sake

☁️ And in this world, Albus isn't a bastard, he had a loving mother, older brother, as well as a father

☁️ I'm going to guess that they (Albus and Devlin) had different mothers still

☁️ So, in this world, perhaps Devlin's birth mom passed away due to an illness not long after he was born or when he was very young, and later on Knight Paladin York met Albus' mother, henceforth having him

☁️ (None of that was important, I just want to touch on all of the things that aren't really explained for reasons yeah but I was curious and came up with my own explanation. Cause my brain is everywhere for this one y'all.)

☁️ Now, like it mentioned in the video, Albus was trained by Devlin, as well as part of Devlin's group. Albus definitely admires his big brother, cause who wouldn't??

☁️ And now, cue dream world Faithful 🥰

☁️ I mentioned this in my Albus or Devlin brain rot, but Faithful is a painter

☁️ A traveling painter✨

☁️ She travels around painting the pretty scenery she finds, and sells her portraits along the way

☁️ She has a home that she shares with her precious baby, Kerano <33

☁️ Kerano showed up on Faithful's doorstep one chilly night, swaddled in a blanket with a note that said "This is Kerano, her birthday is [her birthday], please take care of her kind stranger."

☁️ Faithful quickly brought her inside and warmed her up a nice bottle of milk

☁️ As you travelled, so did Kerano

☁️ You can't exactly let that chaotic little gremlin stay home alone, and all of Faithful's relatives lived very far from her

☁️ But the travels are filled with learning experiences!

☁️ How Faithful and Albus met are a bit similar to the video, except Kerano had sprained her ankle while running around as Faithful painted

☁️ She didn't see the root and fell to the ground, letting out a shriek of pain

☁️ Faithful drops her paint palette and brush as she ran towards Kerano, not realizing that there are heavy footsteps heading the same direction as her

☁️ Faithful is reaching for Kerano and is asking what happened and what's hurting when Albus shows up, frazzled and ready to pull his sword out on some bandits trying to rob someone

☁️ Faithful whips around and asks him who he is, slightly frazzled in the whole situation

☁️ Albus explains as gently as he can that he's a knight, and ran over to the scream assuming that there was a bandit

☁️ He briskly walked over to Kerano, looking her over and seeing her now swelling ankle

☁️ "Twist your ankle kid?" He didn't wait for a response as he turned to Faithful, asking her something

☁️ "I can bring her to my brother's tavern nearby, he has some beds where you and the kid here can rest."

☁️ Faithful was nervous, and slightly hesitant about accepting his offer, but did so because he was a knight, and the knights here were well known for their hospitality

☁️ "O-okay, but I need to grab my equipment first, I-I was painting when she fell and if I leave it alone someone is sure to steal it."

☁️ Faithful runs quickly, haphazardly putting her paints into their box, tossing the brush she was using into its bag with the knowledge she'd have to clean the entire thing later, and quickly folds her easel down while grabbing the small canvas, only half of the stream she thought was so endearing was finished

☁️ As she started walking back, she heard a familiar giggle, one that belonged to Kerano

☁️ When she saw Albus and Kerano, she was on his back as he told a story about a thief around here who did the same thing she did, but while he was escaping from a pickpocket from the wrong person

☁️ Albus saw that Faithful was coming back, and started to walk in the direction of his brothers tavern

☁️ The walk wasn't too long, and you got to learn a little about Albus along the way

☁️ By the time you three arrived, the sun was setting, the tavern having a few people start to walk inside the doors

☁️ Albus walked up to the bar and spoke to a dirty blonde, who you assumed was the "Devlin" he spoke of during your walk

☁️ And that's how you, Albus, and Devlin met

☁️ Kerano is Devlin's pride and joy, even though she eggs Albus onto drink more than he should when he's supposed to be on patrol, she's a sweetheart

☁️ Albus is showing Kerano how to fight with swords in his free time

☁️ Why you might ask? Cause he can't resist her puppy eyes 🥺

☁️ So now, a good chunk of the time Kerano is training with Albus behind the tavern with some wooden swords that all knights start out with

☁️ After some talking between Faithful and Devlin, he learns that she's an artist and commissions her to do something with the walls

☁️ They're kinda.. bleak

☁️ There needs to be more color, more personality, more life in the building

☁️ Sometimes, when Albus is feeling a bit extra, he'll ask Faithful to paint some portraits for him in very, what's the word, extraordinary poses, convincing himself that he can hold it for as long as you need him to

☁️ Only for him to regret it within the first 20 minutes

☁️ Kerano and Devlin are making bets on how long Albus will stay still for before he decided he can't do it anymore

☁️ Whether you, as Faithful, choose Albus or Devlin is a sweet ending

☁️ They both love you and Kerano, she's a joy to have around!

☁️ However, they do have questions

☁️ Like, did she have a spouse that produced the child, did she get a sperm donation, or did Faithful steal her?? (Thank you Albus for the last two.)

☁️ And when Faithful explains they're surprised someone did that, but also understand that they had their reasonings and are happy she could give Kerano a good life and childhood

Notes - I'll probably add more onto this later on. If there's anything wrong in here or something doesn't make sense please let me know! 😓 I'm a tad bit tired as I'm writing this and it might not make sense to y'all.

#head canon #reader insert #asmr video #gba #gba bastard warrior #good boy audios #albus york #gba albus #gba devlin #gba kerano #gba faithful #dream world bastard warrior #dream world bw

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