#but that was before i decided she has a little brother (pending)

[didishawn]

Part 4 of the mbappe fic where jude, Kobe and kylian meet irl + the mom too cuz why not. Sorry for asking too much but this is too good 😫🤚❤️

Face to face (Kylian Mbappe x Reader)

Warnings: so much teasing, your brothers being little shits

Masterlist

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 5

If it were for you, this wouldn't be happening right now, but after your mother threatened to go to Paris herself to meet your boyfriend, you couldn't delay this anymore, so that takes you here, standing in front of your family's front door, hand in hand with the Kylian Mbappe.

Unfortunately, it's Jude who opens the door, eyebrow raised and pretended disgust as he looks you both up and down.

"Jobe! They are here!"

That call definitely did not sound good, your boyfriend giving you a confused look as you tense up.

You were right to be suspicious, as your little brother decides for some reason to come out to greet you both wearing a pair of boxing gloves, struggling to hug you then lightly hitting Kylian.

"Hello, Kyky" he greets "Prepared to fight?"

"This has to be a joke..." you sigh, unbelieving of your brother's antics, glaring at Jude snickering in the background.

Kylian, Kyky, smirks "I mean, I forgot my gloves, but we can do this the traditional way, unless you are too afraid to face me without the fancy gear"

You give him a wide eyed look "You have to be kidding me-Mum! Your sons are being weird again!"

The two brats glare at you "Snitch" they say.

You mum comes out of the house, your father close behind, both pushing through your gigantic brothers to tightly embrace you, your mother leaning to whisper into your ear.

"You and I still have a long conversation pending" wide smile that gives you the creeps when she talks, Jude and Jobe sticking out their tongues at you.

She separates from you, your father still taking you into his arms, you watch as your mum observes your boyfriend for a minute, before truly smiling and also hugging him -the look of betrayal in your brothers' faces hilarious.

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Kylian, you don't know how much I longed to finally meet the man who has my little y/n so head over heels.

"It's so nice to finally meet you too, Mrs Bellingham, I can definitely see who my dear y/n got that amazing smile from"

She laughs, Jude groans, it's your father's turn to greet your boyfriend, you can sense the evil and self-satisfied vibes coming from your brothers.

Your father has always been hard on your boyfriends, they know he will be on their side.

The older man looks the footballer up and down, blank look on his face.

He then smiles, kind greeting as his sons call him a traitor.

But what can your dad say? He is a true lover of good footballers, and Kylian looks nice enough.

Your mother calls you both to enter, hitting Jude and Jobe on the back of their heads as they try to put up mean faces.

Dinner is already set, and you have to fight off Jude as he tries to sit in between Kyky and you -little shit, he glares at your for the mumbled insult.

Jobe struggles to eat with the boxing gloves -he states Kylian is looking for the chance to catch him off guard and start their fight.

For some reason, Jude feels the need to tell Kylian all about the Erling Haaland being into you.

"Be careful, Kyky, or Erling might steal my sister from you"

Kylian laughs "He can try, but something tells me your sister has a clear preference in between us both"

"I honestly am curious to know if this little quarrels of yours will keep on going if you both do end up playing on the same team"

"Yeah, I will be like: Kyky, pass me the ball! Erling used to do it faster, you fucking idiot!"

"Jude!"

"Sorry, Mum"

Kylian pays no mind to Jude's words -he knows the Borussia Dortmund's player to be a little shit as you have told him so multiple times.

"When is our fight starting?" Jobe asks, everyone else having almost finished eating as he keeps on struggling.

"You know I am not going to fight you, right?"

"Ha! Coward!"

You turn to whisper to your mother "And you wonder why I waited so much for this to happen"

Dinner is over, and you all lazy around the living room, honestly, more of a "interrogating Kyky session" -you throw cushions at your brothers for their stupid questions.

Your boyfriend suddenly perks up "Oh, right, Jobe, I have something for you"

The youngest instantly stands up, getting away, raising his arms in a defensive way "Please, don't punch me!"

"Who is the coward now..." you whisper, he glares at you.

"Don't worry, Jobe, we won't fight until you give the sign, this is something else" he reaches down to his bag, searching through his packed up clothes before finally taking it out "Here you go"

Jobe hesitantly takes the package, eyes widening up as he sees it's contents "No way..."

"There you go, my shirt, given to you by me as you wished"

"You know where that would look amazing?" you ask "In your room, right in front of your study table, it will for sure upgrade your bedroom"

"But that is where he hung up my shirt!" Jude protests.

"Exactly, so much better"

He turns to you mum "Are you going to let her talk like that to me?"

"I mean, it's a pretty good gift, Jude"

"Mum!"

Your father looks almost shy as he opens his mouth, but before he can even talk, Kyky hands him too a package, smiling reassuringly as your father smiles happily.

"Seriously? You are all a bunch of traitors"

"I suppose you don't want yours"

"... I know realise why you are with my sister, you are both asshats"

Still, he happily takes his gift, your mother does too.

It gets late, everyone bidding goodbye as you all retire to your rooms, you taking Kyky's hands, taking him up to your room.

He admires where you grow up, looking around even if you are tangled up, cuddling, talking nonsense.

The door suddenly opens, you sit up, annoyed when you see both your brothers walking in without any notice, sleeping bags in hand.

"What do you two think you are doing?"

"A sleepover, of course" Jobr says as if it was obvious.

"Mum and Dad don't want grandkids yet, and besides, you want us and Kyky to get to know each other better, don't you?"

Your parents sure are confused to see the empty sleeping bags the next morning, Jude and Jobe having annoyingly thrown themselves to sleep in top of you and Kylian.

It surely will be a long week.

#mbappe imagine #mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe #kylian fanfic #mbappe psg #mbappe #psg #paris st. germain #jude bellingham #football imagine #football player #england national team #england nt #real madrid

[lilac--sugar]

The way he looks at Tav here! 😭

I keep seeing people show off their Tavs and it makes me want to join in on the fun!

Here's Kieran, a chaotic neutral Tiefling Cleric (nature domain) of Talos!

If anyone is interested in a little slapdashed backstory and an impromptu drabble it's under the cut lol

Kieran Heulwen was raised as a Cleric of Bahamut. The problem was that she was always getting into mischief and never quite fit in. Eventually, she broke from that order. Doing so caused tension between her and her parents. They didn't accept the change and told her she was on her own. She lost contact with her parents completely but still wrote to her siblings. An older brother, Ulrich, and an older sister, Wynn.

She found a small temple of Talos in a little corner of Baldur's Gate. There she felt much more at home. Without much money she'd usually go to the seediest pubs and taverns. There she happened upon Astarion.

She'd often see him charming the literal pants off of just about everyone. Someone new every time. She never knew why it bothered her so much. She would keep to her books and her cheap little meals and try to ignore him. (She's got a Sage background so I imagine she'd keep to books to try and keep away from her mischievous nature) So, she'd try to ignore Astarion. Astarion with his stupid laugh and his stupid hair and stupid honeyed words and his stupid hands that she'd watch trace over collar bones. Watch as the skin would prickle under his touch. Subconsciously, she'd reach a hand up and mirror the touch only to realize-

Oh!

She had a crush.

So, one day she decided to approach him. She treated herself to a glass of wine so cheap it tasted more like what she imagined piss to but she downed it for the courage anyway. She sidled up next to him at the bar and feigned ignorance to his existence.

Her blatant disregard for him struck him and so from the corner of her eye she could see him analyze her.

“Can I help you, sir?" she asked as she kept her eyes on the barkeep, trying hard to further her fake disinterest.

With tilted head and brow furrowed he slipped an inquisitive, "Perhaps." from between his lips. He reached up and slipped a finger under her chin to turn her gaze to him. Her breath caught in her throat as she was now under his full attention. Vibrant red eyes roamed her body before taking in her face. He turned it easily in his hand. His eyes lingered on hers, in them the weight of his pending opinion. It pressed down on her, rendered her breathless. Yet, despite it, her heart felt as though it could fly.

With a hum of thought he pushed her chin away with a blunt, "No."

She'd experienced rejection before but not on such an abysmal scale. How could she compare it? Crushed by a ten ton stone? Run through with a rapier? No. Worse. Eviscerated by the careless turn of his stare as he leveled it on to others around them.

Humiliated, she was quick to gather herself. Beet red and angry, she fled.

Little did she know he'd done her a kindness that night. Though, to call her special would be a fallacy. What she didn't know was that he saw more of a spark in her eyes than he cared for. Too young and too aware. Despite her willingness she wouldn't be so easy. He needed someone more dull and less curious. Someone that could easily bend under his will. He'd often rejected anyone with her sort of spark. Where there is one of her there are tens if not hundreds of the dullards, in his humble opinion.

So, ten years later Astarion is the first person she comes across after waking from the Nautiloid crash.

Astarion that has the audacity to not only demand her help but clearly not even remember her face. And he doesn't. He never remembers the rejected. They were safe. It's only the victims that haunt him. The thousands of faces he'll never forget. Ingrained for all eternity.

Kieran tells him outright that he looks capable and he can do it himself.

Second chances usually entail better beginnings. Unfortunately that isn't as such for Astarion and Kieran. Not when his blade is pressed to her throat a moment later. Kieran pinned on the ground under the pale elf who once made her heart beat so fast. Then again, perhaps some things never change. Her heart is still pounding, just in a different way.

Empty threats and a headbutt later and she's free. The two of them agreeing to stick together despite their annoyances towards the other.

As they travel together she notices Astarion almost always agrees with her choices. The two of them seeming to think alike most of the time.

When Astarion comes to her one night to feed it takes a leap of faith, but she does so. To her surprise it's a sort of blissful lull as she slowly loses herself to him. He tells her this is a gift. For him it most certainly is. For her, it feels the same. Bloodless, she's able to sink easily into sleep.

In no time she's fallen back into old feelings.

She tells herself when he finally makes a move that it's just sex. She tells herself he means nothing by it. It's just casual. Just the end of the world and she's there. She's available.

It isn't until their first night at Moonrise does he admit to her that he was using her. How he messed up and fell along the way. Once again, she takes a leap of faith. It isn't hard. She's already fallen.

Which, brings us to now. The two of them, together, on the road to Baldur's Gate.

GODS I'm sorry! I started writing and writing and writing... I couldn't stop. IDK if I'll write a fic at some point. It'd probably be based on Kieran. I'd loosen it up a bit so it isn't so OC. But I've had thoughts brewing in my head of a semi angsty fic. Who knows? I certainly don't!

If you read this, thank you! 😂 I know it's a bit much!

#bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #astarion #tav #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #stream of consciousness writing #I've been bitten by Astarion. May the Gods help me

[hb-writes]

Update re: Requests/ WIPS

Hi y'all! I'm changing the way I do requests. Unless otherwise specified, they'll be open anytime with the caveat that I'm a human being with real thoughts, feelings, opinions, and responsibilities, meaning that I may not have the interest/ ability/ motivation/ time to write everything received, and requests may take an exorbitant amount of time (think, literal years) to be written because that's just how it is. 🥲

Upcoming:

4/21: TBD - Peaky Blinders

4/28: TBD - Twilight

5/5: TBD - Suits

5/12: Fifty Shades - Elliot & Emma "You can't lie to me. I can tell when you're lying."

5/19: TBD - Peaky Blinders

5/26: TBD - Twilight

6/2: TBD - Suits

6/9: The Punisher - what's Lenny relationship like with Frank and how did they react to meeting each other for the first time?

6/16: TBD - Peaky Blinders

6/23: TBD - Twilight

6/30: TBD - Suits

7/7: The Punisher - "Something is wrong.” & “Get down on the floor!”

I'm including a list below the cut of everything I have on my request radar and will try to update as new requests are received (I usually only respond to the ask once I complete/ post the request)—Updated as of April 14th, 2024.

Pending Requests:

Fifty Shades:

Elliot & Emma : "You can't lie to me. I can tell when you're lying."

Peaky Blinders:

Part 2 to Gestures of fairness? Where perhaps Tommy is doing something which warrants Clara to utilize her ‘discovery’. For some reason I’m imagining tipsy, fun Tommy for this, with the other brothers there too, just a sweet family moment in the garrison or the house or something, before everything goes to shit

isiah and clara with #7 from the sultry prompt list, “almost caught”

part two for pretty in pink

46 and 32 from the parental writing prompts with Tommy saying them! I just want some soft Tommy with a very scared Clara (note: this one is written, but is actually going to be included in an upcoming chapter of LLB).

For an angst one shot could you please do one where clara and grace has a huge fight and it ends up with clara wanting to leave the arrow house but tommy doesn't allow her and it will be a situation where he has to choose between clara and grace

could you write something about tommy and clara having an argument?

clara having huge fight with her family or getting into trouble and getting hurt something along the way

one shot with tommy and clara like a huge fight and fallout.

One-shot where Clara is a teenager and gets called into Tommy’s office to be scolded and she gets punished and it evolves into an angsty fight between Tommy and Clara but with comfort in the end? Like maybe she really pushed his buttons, he’s decided to punish her, she gets upset, they fight, she runs up to his room, he comes up and they talk it out and hugs in the end?

The Punisher:

What's Lenny relationship like with Frank and how did they react to meeting each other for the first time?

“Something is wrong.” & “Get down on the floor!” For The Punisher

Sherlock:

"Can you shut up for once in your life?" Watson sister with Sherlock? Perhaps during the season 3 premiere where John is kidnapped and they try to think of a way to save him.

Suits:

Reader is married to Harvey and is also a lawyer and maybe during a big important case the reader gets shot in the middle of court and Harvey has to try to keep her alive and begs her to not leave him and their new little Boy at home. But thankfully the reader survives! 💗

"That's why I didn't tell you in the first place. I knew you'd react like this.", for Charlie and Harvey

Darvey? but like with charlie? maybe they're having a date at home or something & charlie promised to hide away in her room all evening but she goes out of her way to purposefully ruin it (why? for the giggles ofc, & because she loves messing with her big brother)

“I don’t need a map to know we got lost.” With Suits

“I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.” & “It was just a joke!” For Suits

Twilight:

"I'm very lucky to know you." For twilight

“I didn’t know they were drugs!” and “Oh my god, it’s so pretty!” With Twilight?

"Oh, look! My will to live... it's gone." For Twilight

“I prefer not to be disturbed.” & “I don’t feel like it today.” For Twilight

Can you maybe write one for Mia one that she keeps having nightmares? Strong on the fluff and angst? Maybe each time she changes who she wants for comfort (usually one of the boys) and they’re all having a hard time understanding what triggered them and how to stop them?

Bridgerton:

None

The Family Stone:

None

Marvel:

None

Supernatural:

None

True Blood:

None

White Collar:

None

[spyridonya]

An answer to a Discord PWotR challenge of, 'Why Does your Knight Commander love their chosen LI?"

Kadira, in game canon, chose Daeran over all others.

"Why do you love Daeran?"

Kadira's hand pauses as the Queen asks the question, pin that is supposed to hold up the pile of curls shining as the former knight commander freezes. It's not so much the question, not even the way Galfrey speaks it in a manner that is holds only a taste of curiosity and bewilderment, civility making the expression on her statuesque beauty so very mild.

It really is a matter of when the Queen decided to ask this, just an hour before the engagement party of her cousin to the Knight Commander, the formal announcement of what East Mendev - and the entire kingdom - knows.

The pin slides deftly in the black curls; she had thought the Queen would have come in robes of state to gravely inform her that the engagement would be pending due to some ancient tradition that the kingdom buried and forgot generations ago. Rather the queen is dressed in red and white, embroidery of golden thread mirroring patterns of a Mendev that had been more wild and free. There's civility, but there's grace.

"Well, not for his money." Kadira says, looking at the queen's reflection before she turns, mindful of the skirts and her tail. "I've seem to come across mounds of it on my own. Nor was it his reputation, even sheltered girl like me knew of him, couldn't say it repulsed me, such a term is unfair, I think."

"Repulsive, Commander, is a word that could be used for the man he became, by many."

"Not by me." Though she could accuse Galfrey as being one of many, but what did it matter? What points to be won in a question that is asked in pure bewilderment? She could throw into Galfrey's face that the late Sir Lant spoke harshly of Countess Sileana's fidelity and that he spoke in defense of a slaughter of of a village ten miles of Kenabras some 70 years ago before his helmet was turned into a chamber pot.

"You were not there the first time I saw him smile at a teenage girl scarred by zealotry he mocked. How his voice changed in an instant, how he was kind and gentle." The Lady of Drezen closed her eyes and took a breath, "Nor were you there when he made me laugh... Perhaps mocking Terendelev was wrong, perhaps laughing was wrong and a heresy in the eyes of many… but there was a knot between my shoulders that been lodged there for… I suppose since I fell into the ravine? But when I laughed for the first time in days," If not years, "And when I stopped laughing and joined in his humor, the knot was gone and my mind was clearer. I could go on and do what I must and so could he."

The celestial's hands settle on her lap as her eyes open to a blue gaze not so different from her own, while everything else about Galfrey - and the entire remains of the Royal family - looked so angelic. "I could blame you and your little prank upon your cousin for making this all worse."

The queen merely nodded at this, the quirk of the lips hiding everything - the libertine that gawked in horror a year and a half ago was different from the man that strode by Kadira's side from Threshold. Perhaps one day Kadira could tell her family such a prank by the Queen was petty, glib, a demonstration of revenge upon the back of a last chance of salvation. Perhaps. She would have to see how the world saw Galfrey.

"When we went to Heaven's Edge," The former commander continued after the queen remained silent, "I made the decision to be present and mindful from Daeran's party until Inquisitor Liotr found what he needed to save the count."

"Truthfully, I couldn't tell when it became real until it was too late and I could see past the edges he displayed like a peacock. I saw what he could be. I can't deny the cruelty he has done out of duty and of pleasure, but to deny the man who braids Ember's hair doesn't exist? The man who teases and defends a youth that could be his younger brother? The man who saved and comforted broken and lost girls whose light was nearly extinguished in the abyss? That man exists, too, and that man needed to be acknowledged."

"He loved me first, you know? Even before the words formed in my head. He loved me first." Kadira's fingers played against the soft material of her dress, cut Talden style, the sky blue muting the brightness of her almost too red skin. "What turned out to be a mission to protect the crusade and my companions became… giving Daeran the freedom to decide what he truly is. I would love the man of sharp cunning and cruelty who wanted nothing but pleasure, I would love the man who mourned a culture forgotten and loves you so much, he made you hate him for your protection. And I loved the man who saw my weakness in the abyss, who followed me into the darkness, and did everything he could to make me smile when he could have easily staked a knife into my heart by leaving me."

Kadira looks at Galfrey, her gaze stern and honest. "He loves me because I'm mortal, regardless of what I've become. I love him, because he's so very mortal, regardless what he will become."

#daeran arendae #commander x daeran #queen galfrey

[djs-horny-blog-lmao]

i think ive decided fr actually. good lord you guys better appreciate this bc i dont know if i ever intended to think this intensely about this au....

and sorry if u dont like it but it's my au <3

heroes

Patton Foster (alias: Guardian. Just a normal guy who trained super hard, has a handful of cool tech and a mask. He's basically Batman. - Costume is probably mostly shades of dark grey / light grey and pale blue highlights - has a cowl)

Roman Valdez (alias: Hurricane. He's basially Superman, was an alien baby who crashlanded on earth. - Costume is white with a red? gold? H on his chest, red cape, red boots and gloves. probably not masked Or has a little over-the-eyes Green Lantern/Mr Incredible style mask. Probably built like Mr Incredible too)

Remus Valdez (alias: Maelstrom. He's basically Aquaman. Also not human - half-Atlantean (im gonna steal this i can do what I like). Raised on the surface. Can control water and sea life, can talk to fish, LOVES octopi/tentacle motif above all else. - Costume: probably yknow super green black and silver, probably has that scale-like skintight chest piece and maybe some armour motifs (bc Atlantis) Face is not covered)

Side note: i think Roman And Remus were found by like. a lighthouse keeper. who went oh boy!!! free sons!!! and raised them as brothers. They fully consider each other brothers. they grew up together and hero together, probs dont live together currently tho.

also i came up with the names separately but it means they both named themselves after weather phenomena and that is twin behaviour godbless

the three of them have something like a justice league together - it probably has Other Heroes in it part time too but. waves hand. background characters. They have an HQ. Somewhere.

villains

Janus [Surname Pending] (alias: Siren. A magician-cross-catburlgar... he's like... Catwoman if she had Zatanna's powers and aesthetics. Magic is real and he has it. And uses it for. Well. Everything. Morally grey rogue rather than evil villain. He's still super fucking with Guardian. - Costume: face half-scaled (genuinely from a magic curse) the other half masked phantom of the opera style. wears like... a magician's get up crossed his canon outfit but with bootyshorts and fishnets)

Logan Sanders (alias: [pending]. He's not really evil, or, not if you ask him. But he does think having these so called super-'heroes' running around without a contingency plan is... irresponsible. In private he is building a mech suit capable of taking down Hurricane Should He Need Taking Down. Has strong morals <- not good morals, just strong morals. Sometimes funds smaller villains/rogues for ,,,reasons. Patton is his secretary but they dont know the other is hero/villain (a shame, if they were on the same side, they'd get along very well) - Costume: well. it's a mech-suit, bulkier / more armoured than, say Iron Man, but not,, like,,, ten feet tall. all cold steel, maybe burnished black in parts, and i can see it having a visor with electronic eyes that can be Logan's signature blue.

Virgil (Surname Pending) (alias: [also pending] <- probably storm Or shadow related. He's the most nebulous to me right now but tbh i can see a semi-harley quinn backstory where he was tangled up with a gangleader who won him over into a life of crime but he's not that happy (i.e., open to...persuasion) with it. Don't know if he should have powers or not... - Costume: blacks, purples w/ hints of yellow. Hood covers hair and eyes and mask covers lower face. dresses in layers typical of like... a medieval assassin (he's not an assassin) (he's probably killed people before tho)

Virgil and Janus have probably crossed paths before as their rogue aliases. Janus has met Logan (under a fake name). it's possible Logan (in costume, under alias) has worked with Virgil/Virgil's boss before. Generally, esp now Virgil's striking out a little more on his own, Virgil and Janus are kinda too low on Logan's radar for him to seek them out so far. (Janus likes it like that) (tbh so does Virgil)

#dj monologues #dj writes #nsfs superhero au #@.@ i think that's enough for now... it's midnight and im tipsy

[jungkook97]

hello girls and gays, just thought to make an entire masterlist of fanfiction works i’ve done so far to organize everything together!

⚠️ disclaimers: most of my fics are going to be mostly jungkook and reader with the occasional ships depending if the story fits! i do not take requests and only dedicate fics to people i love or know well for accuracy. reader’s attributes are not mentioned at all for better immersion & are generally female presenting, however it’s very easy to skip them if you’re not!

💬  shoot me an ask if you wanna be tagged in future works or write me a review. i will not be angry if you do not reblog or engage with my works because honestly i write for fun anyways. also, if you wanna collab on anything, just send me a message and we can plot 😈

here are the writing reviews i’ve gotten so far if you wanna read them before diving in 👇 🏊‍♀️  

J U N G K O O K & r e a d e r 

ONE SHOTS ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

♡ °✧‧₊˚ stuck with u - non-idol with reader, camping trip, oneshot (f2l, smut, slice of life-ish)

jeon jungkook was always over at your damn house growing up every day and known as your little brother’s bestest friend in high school, playing pokemon or some nerdy stuff. you knew he had some stupid lil crush on you for years, but didn’t think much of it. until of course, he sees you again at the fine age of 24 as some hot shot got you thinking differently. 

♡ °✧‧₊˚ can’t get over you - canon with hybe staff!reader, oneshot (f2l, slice of life, soulmates, character study)

jungkook lives to love people, and as he would take a break from the chaotic energy of loving, he falls head over heels for someone yet again. are they the actual love of his life this time, or is the universe messing with him? 

♡ °✧‧₊˚ why didn’t you wait for me? - non-idol fuckboy & post-college, vacation trip, oneshot (e2l, angst)

you attend a wedding in hawaii with your old high school buddy taehyung for a much needed reunion. little did you realize that the last person you wanted to see would end up attending.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ crush on you - canon with marketing director!reader, drabble (fluff, confessions)

jungkook always had the biggest crush on people who are good at their jobs. y/n always had the biggest crush on the youngest member of bts. y/n wins an award. jungkook is in attendance.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ admit it - canon & fwb with staff!reader, oneshot (smut, possessive as fuck jungkook)

you, taehyung and jungkook go out for the night much to jungkook's dismay. you looked fine as fuck tonight, and jungkook feels a certain type of way about it.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ severed - non-idol jungkook with reader, oneshot (sci-fi, drama)

you and jungkook had a terrible breakup. and so, you two decided to delete each other from your guys' memories.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ and if you let me - non-idol coworker! jungkook with reader, drabble (fluff)

it was your last day at work and jungkook, who has a big fat crush on you, throws a going away party before you go.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ (PENDING) 505 - canon with normie and very toxic!reader, oneshot (angst, light depictions of smut, friendzoned!idol jungkook, emotional manipulation, unrequited love)

she calls him and he comes like clockwork every time, even though he knows deep down that it’s never a good idea. this time, he has 2 hours to turn around before he picks her up from her ex-boyfriend’s house. will he get there or will he finally let her go?

SERIES ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

decision to leave universe

⋆｡°✩ decision to leave - canon with hollywood socialite!reader, oneshot (missed connections, forbidden love and abrupt endings, angst, character study)

being an idol is never easy. they work endlessly, and "fans", the media, and the company follow and critique their every movement. they're not strong enough, one could feel very trapped and suffocated. jungkook was used to all of this. what he wasn't used to was finding the right person at the wrong time.

⋆｡°✩ fling - canon with reporter!reader, spinoff from decision to leave (angst, missed connections)

you were interviewing bangtan and couldn't help but felt a level of closeness to the youngest member. soon after, jungkook ended up taking a liking to you, proposing that you two should meet up throughout the week while he was in town for a little fun.

⋆｡°✩ (PENDING) perfect illusion - canon with reporter!reader, continuation of fling (angst, missed connections)

a year has passed since you had your little fling with jungkook and well, things surely have changed: for better or for jungkook, worse. you returned to his life in an unexpected way, only to fall in love with one of his band members, min yoongi.

J U N G K O O K & B A N G T A N 

⋆·˚ ༘ * something about us (namjikook) - college, series (f2l, romcom, smut, slice of life, coming out journey)

very upright christian boy jeon jungkook decided to do his roommate kim taehyung a favor by stopping by his plug’s house to get his usual shit.

little did he know that taehyung’s plug was fucking hot.

⋆·˚ ༘ * it's a bad idea, right? (jungkook x reader & yoongi x reader) - oneshot (non-idol!roommate jungkook, musician!yoongi, and music industry person!reader, romcom, smut)

yoongi and y/n broke up and she wants him back. desperately. so much so that she got a fake boyfriend (aka her annoying BUT attractive roommate) to get him jealous. what a terrible idea.

O T H E R 

✿ - love drought (jackson wang x reader) - canon, oneshot (post-breakup, slice of life, angst, character study)

both of you are broken from past relationships, but chose to give love another chance when you met each other. when a misunderstanding and a long history of miscommunication leads to a breakup, you two are left wondering if you two were wrong for each other, or was it based on circumstances. on one fateful night, you decided to meet up with jackson to not only catch up, but to figure out the answer to the most important question.

#jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #writing #mine #gonna make this my pinned officially but anyway. this isn't really a writing blog exclusively #i'm just too lazy to make a whole new #writing blog esp if i already wrote shit here and tbh i'm gonna keep leaning onto this bc ok #i do have a few plot bunnies around and i need some time to flesh it out #but hopefully by year's end there's more to this #i do wanna write more bangtan fics just to keep my writing bug going and not lose steam bc fuck i love writing and wanna get better #i have a lot to work on as well like world building and doing chaptered fics but anyway! fanfiction writer katie is back baby #pls rly do not ask for requests like i will not fulfill them anyway and will make it very different from what you think #i cannot write smut for shit so don't ask me to write a 10k fic of jungkook railing you ok i'm serious

[changingplumbob]

Knightstone Household: Chapter 7, Part 4

Promoting the alien agenda* by having more aliens in my sims world. *Alien agenda is not real, much like the gay or trans agendas that are also, not real

If Silas was the infant prince of pout, his brother is the infant prince of grump. Highlights in Part 4 include birth, Silas embracing his big brother role and the new Knightstone infant being difficult in a way Mercedes could only dream of.

Suzanna decides to confront her worries and has a day at work without her disguise. Faye is annoyed but none of her other coworkers flinch. One work task is to mind control sims to be ravenous but she takes pity on Faye, setting her to clean instead. The day ends and she's officially on family leave

Adam: How was work

Suzanna: Really good actually, I got promoted

Adam: Level 10?

Suzanna: Level 10!

Silas: What that mean

Suzanna: Pending a few more brainwaves, I'll be able to get us to Sixam

Adam: I'm not sure if I'm excited or nervous

Silas: I want to meet more aliens

Suzanna: So he's excited

After many unsuccessful attempts at building a sandcastle (apparently there's no room) Silas and I discover he can play in the backyard sand. Eventually Suzanna coaxes him into learning some basic needs on flashcards. He's not too impressed. Imagination is better to him than thinking.

Hold everything, it's go time! Suzanna has started labour and we are off to the hospital. Dr Faria administers an epidural and Suzanna begins to wonder if natural birth was such a good idea. Luckily Adam is here with her and does his best to keep her mind off the pain.

Suzanna decides to defy science and sleep with her eyes open. Following her nap she has a quick snack. Then it's time for yoga ball exercises while Adam entertains her. Eventually Suzanna has had enough. She calls Dr Farias to check and yep, we're fully dilated. Time to move to the delivery room.

Adam: Remember your breathing

Suzanna: I'm scared

Adam: I'm right here

Dr: We need some big pushes now

Suzanna: I can't

Dr: Come on, big push

Suzanna: *screams*

Baby: *cries*

Adam: You did it starlight

Suzanna: I did?

Dr: You did

Suzanna has the record shortest game labour sitting at 12 hours.

Adam and Suzanna Knightstone are proud to announce the birth of their second child, Pollock Knightstone (Pol for short). Adam is a fan of abstract art so he is named after a key artist. While initial appearance was purple, when rested at home Pollock developed a shade of blue closer to his father.

Silas: Brother here!

Suzanna: Quiet starshine, here he is

Silas: *coos*

Suzanna: This is Pollock

Silas: Mummy he pretty, good job

Adam: *laughs*

Silas: But he not steal my starshine

Suzanna: His normal nickname will be Pol I think but I could call him-

Silas: Moondust!

Suzanna: Moondust he is

After agreeing Adam will get up when Pollock needs him the parents head to bed. Silas meanwhile is delighted his parents agreed to let him share a room with Pol. He entertains him with a few jokes before getting a smile in response. Eventually he settles into bed happy.

When Adam goes to check on a crying Pollock he finds Silas doing his best to cheer him up. Adam takes over, giving him some food, while Silas has a quick play. When Pollock has finally settled Adam heads back to bed and Silas autonomously puts his toy away, I'm impressed little dude.

Suzanna has woken up extremely uncomfortable. She is full of milk and her chest feels way too heavy. She does some pumping however and that seems to settle them down for now.

Silas: Morning Pol, how you

Pol: *snores*

Silas: Oh you sleep, okay

Pol: *snores*

Silas: You still sleep now?

Pol: *snores*

Silas: Pops Pol very sleepy

Adam: He's a newborn son, they have to sleep to grow

Silas: Ohh

Suzanna goes in as soon as Pollock starts crying. She gives him a feed but he's still crying afterwards. She tries some cuddles and kisses. After a long time he is soothed and happily goes back to sleep.

Today is the premiere of a new show and geek Suzanna is excited. Adam is pretty sure he's already found plotholes after 10 minutes but Suzanna shushes him. Silas walks in and wants to know what they're watching. Silas is mainly interested in the pretty colours, reaching level 5 imagination.

After the show it is time for Pollock to age up to an infant. He's busy crying to Adam's dismay, and has to be calmed down before the event can start. Sparkles and clouds and we are away. Pollock has rolled the sensitive infant trait which sounds like it will fit his clingy newborn nature.

Suzanna picks up Pollock and senses something wrong. While Silas loved to snuggle in close, Pol seems to be recoiling. She puts him down for tummy time but something is still off. More off than this not counting as a head lift! Come on people, that's 100% a lift head milestone if I ever saw one.

Again Suzanna lifts a sobbing infant. She puts him on the playmat while she goes to get some milk and the problem is revealed. Pol Hates Being Held! He is horrified at being scooped up and feels relief and freedom when put down. Unfortunately he has to be held while being fed milk, no arguments. Bubbles!

Suzanna takes some time to pump and let Pol recover from being held. Silas seizes his moment and goes over to play with Pol, telling him all about the magic ring. After a while Pol seems interested and lifts his arm up, reach milestone unlocked! He smiles at Silas who chatters away to him.

Suzanna: Bedtime

Silas: Mummy, NO! Put him back

Suzanna: He's been awake a long time starshine

Silas: *pouts*

Pol: *cries*

Suzanna: There there moondust, I know, mean Mummy had to carry you

Silas: What now

Suzanna: Now we say goodnight and go find some food *puts on lullaby*

Silas: Goodnight Pol

Suzanna's turn to be on night duty. Pollock wakes up feeling pretty angry but Suzanna gets a smile out of him. Diaper change time and turns out Pol is a Free-Air Tinkler. However it's a number 2 issue, no pee on Suzanna just yet. I get that Pol is angry at being carried but his scowl is adorable!

Suzanna: Come on moondust, tummy time

Pol: *whimpers*

Suzanna: You can do it, mummy believes in you

Pol: *cries*

Suzanna: Keep trying

At long last Pollock raises his head enough for the milestone to count. He holds for 2 seconds then falls back down but I have proof he did it! Well done Pol

Suzanna and Pollock keep practising tummy time for a while. Then it's feeding time, burping time and eventually night night time again. For a second I think he's going to be a self-soother, but no. Fingers in mouth is completely unrelated.

Previous Part ... Next Part

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #Rotation7 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #KnightstoneHousehold #SuzannaKnightstone #AdamKnightstone #SilasKnightstone #PolKnightstone #R0702

[bardicbeetle]

So it seems like a lot of your vampires are pretty young, where/when (ish, it’s OK if you don’t have concrete things for all of them) did they all start? Are there any particularly old ones hiding out, or are they a newer phenomenon in your world? Does being young affect them? Would being ancient?

Oooooh alright nonnie.

Yes, a lot of my vampires are quite young, only dead a few decades or so. But there's a handful of older ones we meet along the way. They aren't a new phenomenon as far as the world at large, but the older ones are definitely few and far between.

So, lets go backwards shall we? And then at the end I'll get more into what age does to them.

Starting with the youngest, Alex is turned present day. The how is still shifting and uhh, frankly I hate that I haven't decided. Current iteration: Eric suggests (read: fucking vampire hypnosis) they just bite the bullet and drink from the bottle Daniel gave them when he and the rest of the vamp!house offered to let Alex stay permanently. They remain in a halfway state between human and vampire before making their first kill, which is one of their parents, which one is also constantly changing.

Next is Moira. She's turned sometime in the early 00s, though she's technically lived with Jesse and Daniel since the 90s. She wanted to settle into the town they bought a house in without doing it in the dark. Which, fair. Jesse is the one who actually gives her his blood, per her request.

Jesse is turned sometime between 1987-1989, exact year pending, but early november whichever one. On the way back to California after his younger sister Sarah goes missing. Originally the plan was for Daniel to kill him, since it was what he wanted (ish, dying on his own terms was better given circumstance). Daniel offers to make him a vampire instead so he can go looking for Sarah (and because both idiots caught feelings, what else is new).

Before this, a brief sidestep from the vamp!house residents, we get Eric. Eric is turned by Carter on Amalthea's orders, though it's somewhat a joint effort (Carter's blood, but Daniel's the one who has to force him to kill). This happens around 1976. Exact location currently unknown. Eric resists (or plays at it) but eventually takes probably too well to vampirism. By the time we reach present day, Eric is a patchwork mix of color and monochrome, saturation leeched from flesh and hair from the amount of Amalthea's blood he's consumed by then.

Aaaand we're back. Daniel is turned by Amalthea in 1967, after blacking out drunk and waking up in an unfamiliar forest. She torments him for a little while, and forces his first kill to be his fiancée's younger brother. None of this goes well for him. He remains under her complete control for about six years before regaining some semblance of himself again.

Carter is next after Daniel, a "casualty" of the revolutionary war. He's turned by Amalthea when she finds him mostly dead on the battlefield. He's mostly content to do as he's told, with the understanding that it keeps him alive and mostly well.

Lila is the eldest of the trio when Daniel is taken into Amalthea's group. She never really mentions how long she's been around, but she does know Madeleine which puts her at least firmly around the 17th century. She's an experimenter, and it ends up getting her (and eventually Carter) killed after she pushes the limits of Amalthea's patience one too many times.

There are a whole host of people between Lila and back but lets get into the proper meat of the question.

Amalthea.

She is, old. There's something consistently unsettling about her, in whatever body she happens to be using at the time. Her original body has been lost to time, and the ones she's taken down the line have just been whatever she's managed to make use of (this was originally Lila's purpose, but that didn't go as planned). Every part of her is color leeched, looking more carved marble than flesh. Everything except the eyes, which stay so bright red they seem to glow. Even if she's just taken a new body, the saturation is going to leech away immediately, as though it can't hold with her presence inside it.

This sort of thing does happen to my vampires once they get beyond a certain age, starting to fade. Not tonally any different, but rather, someone has taken the saturation slider all the way down to nothing. Starting in extremities, in hair, creeping inwards until there is nothing left untouched by the monochrome except the eyes.

Most vampires don't survive that long.

But enough of Amalthea's (or, strictly speaking, any vampire old enough to be fully faded already) blood can start to do it too. In bits and pieces. We see this with Eric, his hair and skin going more and more colorless every time he shows up, a walking neon sign saying he's still in Amalthea's pocket and all the stronger for it. We see it with Daniel when he's taken back, when he's bleeding out everything he can to keep Amalthea's new group weaker and unable to threaten her.

Thanks for the ask!!!

#grey glass and hidden faces #questions concerns and or rotten tomatoes #the magician cries #screaming about sitd #larkspur will write later

[theothershin]

More Fic Writer Asks

(Using it for original works and fanfics, since OP said that's okay)

the last sentence you wrote "Raising his hands in surrender, Gunther said, 'Take me to Arthur.' " - Heroically Foul

a character whose POV you’re currently exploring "And so he was loved because he was good at operating the kingdom, but only we know his black heart and dark ambitions." - Preservation of Those Three: Tybalt Arthur Verrell

how you feel about your current WIP Confidant. I feel like I'll get this done in a year or two, and well. There'll need to be rewrites and edits, but not much. Excited to put my thoughts down and share it with the world.

a story idea you haven’t written yet What if Romeo left Juliet, and she decided to marry Paris, and discovered he isn't all that bad after all?

first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP "But how to get to him?" - A Dream, a Heroically Foul side story

the word that appears the most in your current draft (wordcounter.net can tell you) More, been, and one. Not very interesting, but then again, I just barely began.

your preferred writing fonts Lobster for titles; Bad Script for chapter titles; Architect's Daughter for narration.

if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for… Help, video game fandom Aragami 2. it's a very in-depth and detailed version of one of the quests in the game where you play the main character, Kuro, or Warrior, going mad with anger and the desire for revenge - but you have lots of freedom. I took away that feeling of freedom, to show that he was doing what he was doing automatically, out of obligation, rather than because he really wanted to. I would write a sequel and even prequel cuz the game has great moments that would be great if narrated.

start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted? A little under a week, I believe.

what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it? Years. Let's leave it at that, yeah?

a WIP you’d like to finish someday Previously called My Lord, now renamed A World of Shadows, and more names pending, the fic is for the fandom, The Saga of Darren Shan/Cirque Du Freak, by tween Master of Horror Darren Shan. In the original book, two sides are fighting a war, and the fate of both sides lie with the main character, Darren Shan(has the same name as the author), and his friend, Steve "Leopard" Leonard. Darren, warned that his victory would eventually cause him to stray from righteousness in arrogance, sacrifices himself to kill Steve. In my fic, he kills only Steve - not himself. It explores Steve's mentor, Gannen Harst, as he tries to deal with his friend's death, his allegiance, losing the war, and his own brother - all while Darren slowly begins to lose himself to the dark side.

a trope you’re really into right now Medieval power struggle. Yes, I know. I told my sister just the day before writing this, "They're annoying in real life, but..." and then realised that isn't true. Sure, they can be annoying, but they interest me. Look into the morality/psychology, especially when there's sour kings who've gotten the wrong hand and are right but also wrong.

a fandom you’re thinking about writing for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. The lore is vast and endless, and in a story where the main character's personality doesn't already exist yet they aren't just a blank-looking person and there's space to build a unique personality for them and act on it, there's lots of space for a fanfic.

where do you get your inspiration? Everything - literally.

favorite weather for writing Spring weather - it's ample time to sit down and write, but the weather itself is lovely. The birds are chirping in the sky, and sometimes they swoop down for a few seconds to grace you with the sight of their feathers; the ocean waves(I especially would love to write by the waves) crash against the rocks and sometimes splash on your face - but that's okay, because it feels good, and the bright, warm sun dries your book - and the sounds of nature helps you think.

favorite place to write I'm generally not allowed to sit and write when we're out and about, so on my desk. There's the most privacy, and I've written there so much that there's a vibe.

talk about your writing and editing process It changes over time and depending on which story it is and what type of story it is. I write fanfics between my originals - in school, between chapters, during writer's block for a specific story - and for originals, I write them every chance I can. I write down ideas for them whenever I can and have the notes stored away. When the time comes, I take out the notes and pour over them, changing them according to what I believe should be different and so on... I write down most of the events(then gradually all of them) and write them out of order(choosing from writing prompts), then put them together and read them in order. Then I edit them in order.

if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic I don't keep them, though it would be cool to be able to look back at it. I sort of keep originals, but I haven't published any yet.

the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic Prison. In my fanfic, Timeline, the main character goes to jail and rots away there until the end of his life.

in what year did you publish your first fic? 2021

when did you publish your most recent fic? 6 Jan 2024

do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that? Sometimes I worry, sometimes I don't. I write for myself. I got upset by some hateful comments once upon a time, and told my sister about it after following the criticism that they were saying, and she told me that they were wrong, and that they were only being hateful. I realise that since then, if the comment isn't nice, I block the comment and decide whether I'll adhere to it or not. I'm not a popular writer so I barely get comments and/or kudos, but when I do, it strengthens my resolve to be a great writer, but I don't let it affect me beyond that.

pick three keywords that describe your writing Messy but Organised

how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative? Organise notes. Read stuff. Play games. Do anything but be creative.

besides writing, what are your other hobbies? Reading novels and non-fiction. Playing games.

are you able to write with other people around? No. I don't know why. but the words fly away from me.

your favorite part of the writing process When everything's clicking together and my creative drive is never-ending and I get into flow.

your least favorite part of the writing process When the creativity dries up.

how easy is it for you to come up with titles? Not easy at all. I do it as I go along, but usually I get the right one when I'm done writing it.

share a fic you’re especially proud of Talk, for the novel series The Demonata by Darren Shan. It was inspired by Zukos_Honour and it's simple, to the point and savours the slowburn-one shot feels.

#writing #answering author questions #author questions #answered #originals x fanfics

[eijiroukiriot]

seven-year-old akari is already way more talkative than most kids in her class but the one topic that no one can stop her from talking about once she starts is her dads. every single one of her classmates has heard story after story about red riot and dynamight punching villains in the face and saving the day, a million retellings of the bedtime stories they’ve told her...and usually people believe her, but of course there’s the one little jerk who doesn’t and convinces half the class she’s lying because why don’t they pick her up from school then (as if a rotation of other top 10 heroes in between random babysitters is any less impressive), which makes her sad enough that she ends up telling them about it at dinner. so basically this is why number 2 pro hero dynamight shows up to an elementary school in full death machine gear to pick his daughter up on his off day

#teach those 7 year olds a lesson bkg #i know that my very first ever pitch for akari was 'kid who never ever talks abt her parents shocking classmates when red riot shows up #at their elementary school' #but that was before i decided she has a little brother (pending) #😳 #ANYWAY this has been in my drafts for a minute #i think when i got that ask abt akari a while back i started thinking a lot abt krbk family again #and also i saw some art on twitter (i'll try to find it maybe i don't remember who it was by but i know i rtd it) that sold me on #krbk family w 2 kids #mostly bc i'm already attached to akari and i think it'd be sweet if she had a little brother #and adding another kid adds to the chaos factor a little bit too #bkg: you let our kids play with your collection of support items. which were designed to kill people #kirishima: i got 2 hours of sleep last night katsuki #i think it would be fun #akari tag #if you have thoughts on or questions abt krbk family shoot them my way!! and i hope you're beating the heat #thoughts

[yinses]

B R A N D E D

| he would make sure that everyone knew who you belonged to |

tattoo artist! sukuna ryomen

rating: t

a/n: this is going to be a three part series. it got too long because i couldn’t shut up. thank you to @teoran for beta reading !! 

you should have never informed yuuji that you were thinking about getting a tattoo, because of course his first response would be hey, sukuna owns a shop. why don’t you stop there. as if you didn’t already known that. your other friend, unfortunately had not known how to be subtle about it.

its when you go to hand off your card that they gasp audibly, drawing the attention of both yourself and the woman behind the counter.

“you’re not going to ask for a discount? i mean you know the owner, right?”

she jumps back quick enough to dodge the errant elbow you throw her way.

you knew you would regret telling her.

the woman is undeterred as she take your card, looking bored with the news. “so you know sukuna, huh?” the way she said it implied that it wasn’t the first time it had been made known to her.

you had known the man long enough to know where her thoughts were going with that assumption. sukuna wasn’t only popular for his art. a shudder rolled through your body at the idea of being categorized as one of his flings.

it wasn’t as though you were intentionally shaming the women. but it was sukuna. the same guy who locked you and his younger brother out on the patio whenever he was meant to keep an eye on you. and then blamed you for hiding from him when the responsible adults got home.

in hindsight, maybe you should have chosen another location. but now your card has been charged.

you scribbled your signature on the receipt, “uh yeah, awhile now. im not requesting him or anything.”

“his appointment book is full anyway. he doesn’t take walk ins.” its not said snidely, just matter of fact. as if she was seasoned with dealing with these kind of customers.

the man of topic strides in then, carrying a few bags of take-out that he drops carelessly onto the counter. he doesn’t m look unlike any other day, a loose white sleeveless shirt with a low hanging v-neck that just invited attention to his skin. the swirls of black ink made permanent by his hand only. though that was the advantage of this field and owning your own business on top of it.

sukuna was prepared to ignore the clientele planted at front desk, until he did a double take. those vermilion eyes took you in, morphing from speculation, to shock, a pinch of awe, then back to postulation.

“what are you doing here?”

a small frown mars you face. you didn’t actually consider that perhaps sukuna wouldn’t want you here. it was one thing to know the guy, but whether you wanted to accept it or not, you weren’t just another customer. so you unsurely respond with, “getting a tattoo?”

the snort he gives isn't one of annoyance. in fact its almost comforting to see the minuscule curl of his lips until they start to part, “yeah, missing something aren’t you?”

you realize with a frown that he’s referring to his brother.

“i have other friends.”

that slow smile wides as he gives your friend a brief look of appreciation. suddenly all those years of witnessing him cart his flings around rise to the forefront of your mind.  really nothing rarely changed. “ i can see that.”

his gaze cuts back to you, “what are you getting? your boyfriends name?”

you cant tell if he’s teasing, fishing or a combination of them both.

he turns to lean over the counter, arms flexing at the action and pinches the fresh design still hot from the printer. you resist the urge to shuffle in place as he inspects the image with more interest than there were lines. it was hardly all that complex, just as you intended.

sukuna finally voices his opinion, to no surprise of your own. “yeah? kind of small isn’t it?”

“its my first sukuna,” you drawl.

you realize too late that the wording isnt best around him.

“no kidding.”

he tugs a styrofoam box free from the plastic bag before gesturing to you with a tilt of his head.

“alright, lets knock it out.”

you look to the woman expecting her to complain about his pending appointments but she only returns it with a pointed look. when it came down to it, what the boss wanted goes.

right then.

turning, you address your friend who seemed more invested in watching sukuna’s departure. “are you coming?”

her gaze snaps to you and she doesn’t even bother to pretend. she shrugs, “you may not be squeamish about needles but i am.” her hand waves vaguely towards the lounge area near the coffee station and stack of assorted snacks. “i’ll come running if you scream though,” she teases as you turn down the hall.

sukuna’s voice carries from the right in guidance where you find him setting his food off to the side. the room is neat. though you don’t know what you were expecting given the health expectations lining his work. then again, you’d spent the better part of the decade watching him cart week old pizza boxes out of his room so it was hardly a baseless assumption.

aside from the desk of tools and variety of inks the only other defining feature was the wall at the back. there was no rhyme or direction to the madness. the once white wall was littered with varying penmanships and messages. almost like an autograph book. some derogatory, others genuinely thankful for his work - you think you see a few numbers too.

the cushion of the seat protests under his weight as he rolls to the center of the room. he has the stencil of your chosen art held up in expectation.

“where is this pretty little thing going?”

“oh my rib- here on the right.” you think nothing of bringing up the hem of your shirt to expose the skin just under the curve of your breast.

he almost looks impressed, though there is some doubt. he wheels closer and gives no warning as his hand palpates the area. “over the bone? that’s daring for your first tattoo, princess.”

the name was nothing new, an accompaniment to yuuji’s ‘brat’.

part of you actually grateful that its sukuna. the entire shop had good reviews but it was best known for his talent. besides, the charge was already sitting on your card.

“i can handle it.”

he’s still squinting at your side, fingers tickling at your skin.

“yeah?” he answers absently. nimble digits you didn't think had any taste for delicacy carefully peel the plastic from the stencil. he doesn’t second guess himself in the slightest before pressing it to your skin.

when he pulls away, the chair follows him as he collects a hand mirror from his desk to reflect the design back to you.

“double sure?” he’s still rallying your resolve, but there is a hint of warning to his voice as professionalism seeps in.

with a firm nod you seal the deal,” yeah.”

“aright, pin up your shirt out of the way. tuck it into your bra if you want.”

you were expecting this already, given the location you’d decided on. with sukuna that action comes effortlessly without thought. it was no different than the times he’d seen you in your bathing suit, your brain reasoned. at least you still had your pants this time.

sukuna rests back into a lean against his small desk. absently you note that his eyes haven't left you once since you’d entered the room.

“eager little thing aren't you?”

but its sukuna.

you shrug.“ i guess. kind of been saving up for this one.”

the noise he makes is non-committal as he nods to the angled chair.

without your shirt there was no barrier between yourself and the leather. you expected the cold chill but the lack of stickiness kind of surprised you. once again you were reminded of the indisputable list of reviews at your fingertips.

sukuna goes about collecting the materials to disinfect your skin, angling the bottle and cotton over the trash can to catch the excess drops. satisfied with the saturation, he slides back.

you try to absorb the brief shock you feel when he applies the alcohol to your skin. it was hardly a substitute for actual bracing to come but it was good practice. when you look up, you catch his gaze again.

he’d been more observant in these last few minutes than you could ever recall sukuna caring before. maybe it was the job. though the thought of him excelling at customer service has you fighting a snort.

“cold,” you supply and he gives another grunt.

he chucks the cotton ball into the trash with all the efficiency of a man who has made a sport out of it and probably keeps score.

deciding on a solid color eliminated the need for him to break away to change shades, eliminating any surplus time keeping you in this chair.

a gloved hand braces your side, pinching the skin, while the other holding the gun rests against your sternum. when the motor starts you take a careful breath in. sukuna’s eyes raise at the sound.

“not nervous?”

you blink, expecting him to just get to it.

“uh, not really? i’ve never really been afraid of needles.”

he pauses. just when you part your lips to ask what wrong the buzzing starts.

its impossible not to tense at the first bite of the needle. but you fight the urge to jerk. it stings. the vibration of the motor is uncomfortable against your ribcage but it's not unbearable. you certainly wouldn't cry.

sukuna seems to notice it as well.

“not going to lie thought you’d be more of a cry baby? weren't you the one sobbing after you stubbed your toe.”

you latch onto the idle chatter even if it's a jibe.

“i was eleven and i sprained that toe.”

he gives you a quick glance. “sure, princess. completely called for the waterworks.”

you snort. “yeah well it made me stronger. im barely affected today.”

your words are followed by a shift of his hand as it turns to follow a line, the movement pressing firmly against the underside of your breast. you're too attentive to the needle pinching at your skin to take notice.

but sukuna does, eyes narrowing without your awareness.

“yeah, i can see that.”

rather than closing your eyes to block out the pain, you find a more comforting distraction in tracing the lines of his tattoos with your gaze. you can hardly make out the first tattoo he’d gotten at the age of seventeen after forging his parents signature. 

the abstract design had now branched out, interlocking with new styles to map out the formation of a sleeve. it was almost like his own branded language. a dialect of bold shapes and bands. you’d never thought to actually ask what his tattoos meant. nor did you expect an honest answer.  

sukuna works rather quickly and efficiently while your mind wandered. even if he hadn’t squeezed you in during his lunch break this felt like the usual pace for him. he looked so in the zone as he followed the pre-made lines to perfection.

you weren’t the model customer, still having your brief moments of weakness but he rolled with the interruptions better than you expected. sukuna was brash growing up and didn’t tolerate nonsensical people. you’d had your fair share of opportunities to be chewed out by him.

and earned a reasonable amount of them, though your returning attitude said otherwise.

but this sukuna was softer, if you could put it like that. he knew the right time to give you breaks but didn’t let your nerves settle too much. when he wasn’t adding a layer to permanency to your skin, an errant finger would smooth over the swelling flesh.

more than once you heard him throw out a quiet good girl. that you knew was meant to be encouraging but it came with additional implications that tickled your skin.

he tells you that you should be grateful that the artwork doesn’t need any shading. that it was never a good fit for beginners.

your chest expands the furthest it had in the last half hour when he finally rolls back.

“alright, princess, go ahead and take a look.”

you take the offered mirror again and angle it to take in the fresh piece. the reflection you get back is- amazing. you’d been so concentrated?? on micromanaging the pain that you failed to take in the little details he’d added along with the original design.

as if reading your thoughts, he snorts. “it's not my art if i don't leave my mark. you can tell me it looks good you know.”

if you didn't know any better, you’d say he was authentic in his attempt to bait your approval.

and you had no reason not to provide.

your legs are a little shaky but you manage to balance yourself before brining the eldest itadori into a hug. sukuna goes stiff for a moment before returning the embrace and doesn’t resist when you press your face into his shoulder. there’s an awkward pat before they release each other from the hold.

sukuna .. before he’s shrugging you off.

“god, what a noob. at least let me cover it up. you’re going to irritate the skin.”

when he turns back to rummage through his desk you note the hint of a flush creeping up his nape. you know better than to mention it, instead just smiling at his back.

there is a scowl on his face as he applies the cotton square to your skin and tapes it in place.

“please do not itch this shit. i don’t care if you feel like your skin is going to fall off.”

he presses a small tube of antibiotic into your hand.

“and apply this daily. you don't need it drying out. “

you’re grateful for the little slip of printed instructions that follow. you were able to remember the sensible directions but it couldn't hurt to have additional guidance when you started to question the progress.

“oh and no sex.”

that was definitely not on the list.

sukuna raises a brow in all seriousness. “what? if you get your blood pumping too much.”

you call him on his bullshit,” this small? hardly. “

he raises his hands in mock surrender. “alright, try it yourself if you want. i charge for touch ups though.”

the two of you size each other up. just like old times.

with a sigh you relent, “fine, no sex.”

“good, see me in two weeks.”

his words stop you short. it wasn’t as if you needed anything added and he wasn’t a physician checking on your progress. if anything, you would only revisit your artist if there was a problem.

“what for?”

the dawning grin would follow you for the next fourteen days.

“to make sure you didn’t have sex.”

#sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna blessings #sukuna ryomen

[littlegodzilla]

Howl TWD AU Daryl Dixon x OFC 12/15.

Hi!

I'm here again.

Sorry for the waiting!

So many things going to happen in this chpater, we have a new pack on Daryl's territory and... Well you'll see!!

I hope you like it!

Howl

Daryl Dixon x OFC.

Warnings(For the all series); AU. M, Smut, +18, hurt/comfrot, blood, violence, bad language, war plans, ABO references, Knot thing, a lot of references about werewolves mixed with my own imagination.

Warnings chapter: Fluff. Talking about babies. Bad language. Fighting. Shooting. Blood. New pack. Implicit sexual content.

Outside Narrator.

Words: 5000.

N/A: Yes, I know, I use Woodbury a lot in my stories, but Seasons 2 and 3 are my favorites and they can’t live in a prison…. Woodbury is the closest thing… and yes, Rick and Michonne are together because I love them and I miss them a lot, sorry if someone is unhappy about this.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @purple-serenity @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden

Part 12.

Keeping an eye on Merle is not difficult, the man seems quite comfortable in his cell, he has not put up any resistance in staying there, he has collaborated in the questions his brother has asked him, he has even dared to joke and tease Daryl's partner, but that does not leave the hunter at ease. There is something that escapes him and he is afraid that it may be too late when he finds out.

Even with those he decides to leave the police station accompanied by Ixeia, Merle has lain on the bunk in the cell and has preferred to fall asleep to continue with the conversation they had pending, so they have given him some respite.

They decide to head to the hospital to check on Michonne and the baby, find out if Rick still has his balls and above all to put everyone else on notice. Although he has let the wolves continue with their guard it never hurts to keep your ears open for any strange movements.

When they arrive at the hospital Rick is outside Michonne's room, he's standing next to his companions and Daryl dares to give him a small comforting hug, asking him with his eyes if everything is okay, Rick nods his head, eyes filled with tears of emotion.

"It's a boy." He says in a breathy whisper and Daryl smiles giving him a few proud pats on the back.

"Congrats, Dad." He jokes seeing the sheriff's smile grow much wider.

"I'm so glad Rick, how's Michonne?" dares Ixeia to ask.

"They're both fine, they've come in to help her with some things and now we can stop by to see her... Do you want to...?" he doesn't know how to ask the she-wolf and she smiles.

"I'm sure the doctors have done a great job, but I can help her get back on her feet a little faster, if you want."

"I don't know if it's a good idea for you to heal her early, dude, she might kill you before your time..." Ezekiel jokes, but Rick seems to hesitate at his words. "Think about it, you left her home alone going to a fight with those huge wolves and her water broke and you weren't there..."

"I know... I know what you mean..." He scratches the back of his neck and looks sideways at the she-wolf who smiles amused at his hesitation. "No, help her, I'm sure she'll thank you."

"It's okay." She smiles again patting the sheriff's arm affectionately.

Everyone waits patiently for the nurses to come out after helping Michonne dress and settle RJ in her arms, teaching her how to breastfeed. Rick is the first to enter when the nurses give him permission. He's shaking and nervous, it's not his first child, not by a long shot, but it's always a strange moment, there are many mixed feelings in that instant, fear, nervousness, excitement, worry, everything mixes in the sheriff's chest until he walks through the door and it all turns to relief and joy as he sees his wife and the baby in his arms, she smiles, exhausted, but she's fine and RJ sucks hard, feeding for the first time.

Rick walks over to her, draping an arm over the pillow, and leans down to kiss her slowly, lovingly and affectionately. He sighs in relief again and she leans against his chest.

"Congratulations, Mom." He congratulates her in a whisper caressing her cheek.

"Don't think you're going to save yourself with nice words..." She whispers in turn, both of them afraid to disturb the little one's peace as he feeds.

"I have brought Ixeia with me..." He says as if the young she-wolf is the panacea and Michonne laughs low at that.

"Did everything go well? what happened?"

"I'm not too sure, we got Merle, Daryl's locked him up at the station, we don't know if his people will come after him or he's just a liability, but Daryl wants to know more about that pack and... I don't know, we're just being careful." He shrugs and she nods.

"Are they okay?"

"I think so, Daryl transformed, but it wasn't as... radical as the other time, these things are beyond my ken, but he seemed pretty surprised too."

Michonne nods again, it's something she doesn't understand either, but she's glad her friend didn't lose control of himself again that everything turned out okay. They stay a few more minutes in silence, just enjoying the atmosphere between the three of them. When RJ seems satiated Rick lets the rest of his companions come in, slowly and quietly to welcome the newborn.

There are faces of excitement, surprise and joy, all congratulating the couple, fussing over Michonne and paying special attention to the baby that Rick now cradles in his arms. He is tiny and looks so fragile, but at the same time he clenches his fist around his father's finger tightly with his mouth open in a small "o" with the tip of his tongue brushing his lips. Ixeia reaches up to Rick with a small smile, caresses RJ's round cheek and presses her finger against the skin feeling it soft and squishy. Her eyes sparkle with excitement, the baby reaches out his other hand to hold the she-wolf's finger and she almost purrs like a cat. Daryl, leaning against the bedroom door, watches the young girl's reaction feeling his stomach shrink for a second.

What will it be like when she has puppies of her own?

He frowns for a second at the thought. It's not her first heat, she's not young enough for that, but it’s the first heat she's gone through with a male, her Alpha has marked her as his, there's as good a chance as any that they could have a litter. It also doesn't mean they haven't put any effort into trying. Daryl could still swear that, if his whole body didn't ache, his balls would be ready again. He knows it doesn't end there, that the heat hasn't dissipated, now only he can sense it, it's still there, like a little cloud between them. She is calm because the Mark is doing its job, but he knows that when they have a moment alone he will mark her again, he will bury himself in her again, knot himself in her. Desire shakes his body and he has to stifle a growl.

This is no time for that.

He has to clear his mind by shaking his head slightly as Rick walks up to him with the little boy in his arms. Daryl likes kids, he has that instinct, he liked teasing Carl when he was a kid, he liked taking care of Judith when she was just a baby and enjoys the company of both of them when he goes to see his best friend at his house, but now he feels strange. The image of the baby gives him a different feeling, something gets stuck in his throat, instinctively he wants to lean over and brush him with his nose, mark his scent in his memory to protect him forever, but he knows it's not his responsibility, Rick and Michonne will take very good care of that baby, they will be protective and very good parents. Of that he is more than sure. He sighs smiling and caresses little RJ's head.

"Congratulations, brother." He tells him with infinite affection, really feeling what he was saying. Rick smiles and nods, grateful.

"Thank you..."

"Speaking of babies, are you guys pregnant now too?" Shane asks with extreme curiosity and a heavy silence forms in the hospital room.

No one says anything, but it's clear that everyone is waiting for the answer. Michonne is on the gurney with a gesture of infinite surprise, she isn’t the only one, some look as confused and surprised as the new mother. Ixeia lowers her head embarrassed by all the attention they are getting, but mostly because she feels Daryl's intense gaze on her.

"Come on now, they've been one night together, there's no way the werewolf seed is that effective." Ezekiel tries to joke and Shane frowns.

"One night? It's been a day and a half!" Andrea nudges her husband a little to shut the hell up and the she-wolf covers her face with both hands. Apparently it hadn't gone unnoticed the disappearance of the two of them.

"Can we talk about it another day? Today is Michonne and Rick's day... they just had a baby..." She tries to turn the attention away from herself.

"No way, I've done my job, RJ is fed and asleep in his father's arms, we can hear what you have to tell us."

Clearly they are not going to be able to get away from that so easily. Ixeia looks up still discovering Daryl's two-colored eyes on her. Her cheeks take on a new reddish color and she rubs her hands together trying to get her thoughts in order. She bites her lip and shrugs slightly. She opens her mouth to tell what she knows, but Daryl beats her to it.

"Ain’t that simple either. Having a litter is just as time consuming and frustrating sometimes as humans having babies. Yeah, it can be more effective most of the time because we bounce back more easily and the times of heat helps litters be more successful, but it ain’t mean it always happens either." He shrugs, advancing a few steps into the room. "I just found out that I can have my own pack, but I don't even know if it's possible. I dunno what extent my status as an Alpha is fertile and dominant."

"After a day and a half of copulation I'd say it's pretty dominant..." Shane grimaces as Daryl looks at him raising an eyebrow. "Jesus warned us that they were going on patrol without you and that Ixeia was already in heat, that you were helping her..."

"Were ya all behind the door listenin’ or what?" he frowns, but there's an amused smile on his mouth.

"No, but not for lack of curiosity, I have to say." Andrea jokes. "We had to stop Derek's feet on a couple of occasions when he wanted to go to Ixeia's, make up some excuse." Andrea's smile widens as she hears the Alpha growl at the mention of the she-wolf's "boyfriend" and sees him move closer to her, as if he wants to impose his presence on hers.

"Derek…" The she-wolf gives herself a small smack on the forehead at the reminder and another growl.

"Sounds to me like ya'll have to talk to him..." Daryl's voice is huskier than usual she sits with her head, understanding the situation, she doesn't want to hurt the human much less want Daryl to confront him for believing they are touching what is his.

"So... No babies? So what do we say about you two? are you a couple?" Michonne wants to know totally intrigued, two days ago Daryl was a mystery man even to his best friends and now he was a mystery man but with a woman by his side. It was really exciting.

Ixeia shakes her head touching her belly.

"No babies... No... I don't feel anything special, I really don't know..." She looks sideways at Daryl and fixes her gaze back on her own belly. "I never thought about having my own pack myself... in my pack I had a totally different function..."

"Well, I don't know if you can consider it or not, but we are your family now." Smiles Carol with infinite fondness. "And you'd say yours is more of a marriage than a courtship, wouldn't you? That thing about wolves only mating once in their lives..."

"Yes, it's a lifelong bond, it reaffirms the pack and limits contact from other wolves who don't belong to said pack." Daryl nods and his fingers caress the bite mark he has left on the she-wolf's neck. She closes her eyes at the contact and tilts her head toward him. "But ya are my pack... It's a hard thing to understand, but ya are my family, werewolf or not."

They all smile at that, feeling flattered by the hunter's words, knowing that it is difficult for him to express his feelings out loud, that sometimes finding the right words is too complex for him, but they understand what he means and feel good and strangely protected.

They spend a couple more hours there talking to Michonne, telling them what Merle has wanted to answer from the interrogation, they don't want to worry them, but the most important thing is to be on alert. More so now that there is a new life to protect. They all agree to go ahead with the plans, keeping the town under surveillance, with small guards along the perimeter of the forest to make sure nothing and no one enters undetected. RJ starts to get nervous, so they decide to leave the couple alone, Carl has shown up with Judith to meet the new family member and everyone leaves the hospital giving them privacy.

On the street Jesus waits patiently along with Abraham and Aaron, Daryl frowns at the sight of them and approaches them fearing bad news, however Abraham shakes his head, relaxing him a little.

"No sign of them, they haven't gone far because their scent is detectable, but they haven't moved within the perimeter of the territory." He tells the red-haired wolf and Daryl nods.

"Good, take a break, we'll change the surveillance round..."

"We're fine, no need..." Aaron tries to say.

"Let me walk you guys out." Shane interjects. "Sorry man, but the fight in the woods got my adrenaline pumping, you need to recover, someone needs to keep an eye on your brother in the cell..."

"Alright, Jesus stay in town, keep watch with Ezekiel and Carol, Aaron go with the Greene family, watch the farms and Shane go with Abraham and Andrea to the perimeter of town, keep an eye out for anything." Daryl orders feeling strange. He's not good at that sort of thing, he's seen Rick take care of his men on a multitude of occasions, but he doesn't consider himself a real leader. "Whatever you see, hear, feel, don't stupidly put yourselves in danger, warn the others, go back to town and between all of us we'll deal with whatever it is." He asks them finally getting them to nod their heads.

"Alright boss, we'll fill you in with anything." Daryl grunts but everyone scatters leaving the pair alone again.

"I'll go with them as soon as I get back on my feet." He says to the she-wolf without looking away from his companions who are walking away down the street.

"Do what you think you should do." She nods her head leaning against him. "I'll keep watch in town, help Ezekiel and Carol." She doesn't expect Daryl to approve of her decision so it surprises her when he makes an affirmative sound with his mouth. He must be really worried or finally his imposition as Alpha has fully manifested itself forcing him to take his position as leader of the pack.

"But first I'm gonna take care of ya." His voice sounds an octave lower causing the she-wolf's body to shudder and her heat floods her again.

His knot swells inside her again, he growls digging his fingers into her waist. He doubts very much that there is a drop left inside him, but he feels her insides tighten around him, squeezing him each time. He hears her moan above him, her teeth biting his fingertips, her hand caressing his cheek, his index and middle fingers inside her mouth, glancing sideways at him as her hips move slower and slower remaining sitting on him, panting, trying to catch her breath, her body sweaty and her face red from the heat coursing through her. Daryl is no better off than she is, but one thing is clear to him, that damn floor is going to wreck his back.

"We're gonna have to move the nest somewhere else, girl." He whispers hugging the young girl as she lays across his body.

"Do you want to go back to the cabin?" She asks in a breathy whisper with her face tucked into his neck.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea, but I meant a fucking bed. It’s gonna wreck my kidneys." He growls feeling her laugh on him.

"You've been the one getting intense this time..."

"Don't play that game, ya know ya have everythin’ to lose." He growls once more and the she-wolf's body trembles against his.

"Are you going to leave?" She whispers against his skin.

"As soon as I can get you loose." There's an amused tone in his voice, but she doesn't move, Daryl sighs, his fingers tangling in the strands of hair that fall over his own face and he bites his lip, thoughtful. "I have to go, I can't leave them alone in this, it's dangerous..."

"I know..."

"Stay here, rest, I'll be back before ya know it." He assures her, but she shakes her head.

"I want to help too, I also consider them my family, if anything should happen to them..."

Daryl nods his head kissing her forehead, feels his knot finally loosen and carefully climbs out of her still sitting up with the she-wolf on top of him. They both get up from the floor to start getting dressed. Once again the young woman's heat is under control and although they both feel a little dizzy, they have duties to attend to.

They leave Ixeia’s house running into Derek who comes up the front steps and stands still at the sight of them. His brow furrows angrily, Daryl takes a few steps forward facing the man. He can't stand the smell of him.

"Now I understand why you were defending him so much..." Derek mutters.

"Derek..." She tries to explain herself, but lowers his head. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have gone out with you I didn't..."

"I told ya not to come back this way." Daryl interjects with a growl. "She's mine, ya better get the hell out of here."

Derek is ready to confront the Ranger, he advances the few steps he has left, Daryl is waiting for him, in fact he's as eager as he is to give him a good punch, but in the distance a howl is heard and all the attention they were paying to the man disappears. They don't even make an effort to explain. They run out into the middle of the street, a wolf runs towards them, they immediately recognize Jesus' fur, he runs past them and the two follow him running in lockstep. The wolf is tracking something, even Daryl can smell it now, but he doesn't know who it is, who they are. They are at the entrance to the village. The howl sounds again.

They are waiting for Daryl.

When they reach the entrance to town, the pair of wolves tense up, even Jesus looks nervous. Before them is a group, not very large, of people who look impatient, the leader of them smiles crookedly, accompanied by a woman with a nice haircut, purple. The man is somewhat, strong, older than Daryl, dressed in a leather jacket and tight jeans. His smile is wide and seems to promise nothing good.

"Wow, so the rumors are true. You’re a fucking Metis." The man's voice is deep, and laden with mockery.

"Who are ya? since when did this town become a fucking rallying point?" snarls Daryl.

"It's been a fluke. We've been following a scouting party for several days now. I hear one of them is your brother."

"Why are ya following them?" he wants to know, but doesn't answer his question.

"They're stirring up a lot of shit around them, and it's starting to affect the rest. At first they were a bunch of pricks, assholes, but they're mobilizing a lot of people with them, and that doesn't smell right to me."

"I've heard something, but that doesn't give ya the right to come into my territory like that."

"We apologize." Speaks the woman then. "My name is Lucille and this is Negan, my Alpha... We're just passing through, but..."

"You seek help." Over understands Ixeia and she nods her head.

"We've dealt with them not too long ago... we've managed to placate them, but we don't know if they could come back, we could use some help..." Daryl speaks, surprising those with him. "I don't like what they're up to, my brother is... was part of that group and I think there's something about them that's not right..."

"We can join forces, fight them and then we would go back to our territory." Negan agrees holding out his hand, Daryl hesitates for a moment but shakes it tightly.

"Well, we should talk to the rest, we should draw up some plan and... see where you're going to sleep..." Jesus mutters and looks at Daryl who nods his head.

"We should talk to Rick." Intervenes, Ixeia.

"I'm gonna take them to the cabin, we ain’t using it now, so... ya can stay there."

"I'll set them up, go talk to Rick, where do I gather the others?" offers Jesus.

"In the cabin, we'll all go there, come on." He grabs Ixeia's hand going to get Rick.

Negan's pack is large, organized, but there are many unfriendly faces. Negan and Lucille are a couple of Alphas, they are a couple of Lupus who have gone down to Woodbury following the trail of Merle's people. From what the man has told them they tried to recruit some of his younger men from the litter and Negan didn't like that at all. They were kicked out of their territory, but knowing that they were still searching for people and breaking up herds scammed the man and worried his partner.

Everyone listens carefully to the story the man tells them. There are a lot of swear words, protests and irony coming out of his mouth, he is clearly pissed off with that scouting party, but there is something else. The leader guiding them, the "Governor" as Merle had called him, apparently is a Hominid who doesn't respect the Werewolf laws, something they also knew, but he was starting to hang out with Wolves expelled from their own packs, beings that were not stable; he was picking up the outcasts and the disowned to give them a target. It was not a bad thing, if seen from a perspective of peace and help, but this man was looking for war. And those wolves could be dangerous to anyone.

Daryl watches carefully while still listening to what the older Alpha has to say. He feels torn, he knew his brother was getting into trouble, again, but this is more serious than he thought. If this man is really getting so close to the Darkness to fulfill his objective, perhaps the most sensible thing to do would be to move the fight away from the town, leave his friends behind, look for a field where they can fight and avoid unnecessary spillage. They can, they know how to fight, if they join that pack to defeat the Governor and his entourage, it will be easier to expel them, keep them away from the Council and the Elders. He really doesn't care about that, he has always lived away from the big packs, the big mounds where the important wolves live, he doesn't need that in his life, I can go back to Woodbury and stay hidden, with his people, with his own pack, the Werewolf territories are vast, there is no need to live all together in the same place.

"What do you think, boss?" Abraham's voice brings him back to reality. He hates it when he calls him that, but the red-haired man doesn't seem to care.

"I think we should listen to them. Help us." He looks sideways at Negan, he doesn't like the wicked grin on his mouth, he's clearly a powerful but unstable Alpha, he likes war, he's an old wolf soldier. He has to be careful that deal doesn't backfire on him. "I think we should take this war out of here."

"That's up to you, man. I don't give a shit about humans, whether they die or not, I know by our fucking laws we can't kill them, but there's always collateral damage..."

"Those humans are part of my pack, so if shit happens to them, the pact is broken." He growls looking at Negan menacingly, Lucille steps in the middle and Daryl watches as the man turns into a puppy. They're both Alphas, but she's the one who really leads the whole pack.

"Forgive him, we're nervous, we've been on the road too long... Nothing is going to happen to anyone, but I accept your proposal to take the fight away from here. It wouldn't be good for anyone for the humans to realize what's going on either." Lucille proposes and Daryl nods, it's clear that it's like her he has to talk to.

"Well, as I say, we have driven them out, but if they really go after their leader it won't be long before they return, we must be prepared, draw up a plan... Ya can stay here, the hut is not very big, but it will accommodate a few of yer people, the forest is at yer disposal if ya feel more comfortable." He offers the woman who smiles gratefully. She turns to her pack and they all begin to mobilize, setting up some tents for those who can't stay inside the house.

"Are you going to leave us out?" asks Rick approaching his brother, a frown on his face. "After watching us fight? Woodbury is our town too, Daryl."

"I know, Rick, but ya guys need to be aware that this is dangerous. Ya just had a son, brother, I ain’t wanna him to grow up without ya."

"You don't know that."

"Neither do ya, and I'm ain’t gonna risk it becomin’ a reality." He sighs long and rubs his face with one hand. "Ya guys have been a big help, I know yer capable of fighting, but not this time..." He feels bad for leaving his family aside, but he can't lead them to certain death.

"You will be more useful in the village, keeping the wolves away from your people." Lucille speaks again trying to back up Daryl's words. "You say you have one of their men with you, maybe they could come looking for him."

"He's my brother, I highly doubt they'll come after him, they'll have figured out he's a complete idiot and left him to his own devices." Snorts Daryl, but Negan shakes his head.

"I doubt it, that fucker will pick up any unstable lunatic who can help him. No offense."

"No offense..." Ranger grunts and shakes his shoulders trying to relax. "Let's figure something out between all of us, after we come up with a plan we'll each take the position we've been set and... I guess all that will be left is to wait."

Negan and Lucille nod at the same time. Although Rick wants to continue protesting, he understands his friend's position, he has a family to protect, perhaps they will be more effective in town, as the woman has said. They don't walk away, however, they stay with the rest to listen to the plan, to know what their mission is going to be within all this. Negan and Lucille continue to give new details about the men and the pack that they don't know. Something bristles inside Daryl, he understands that they are entering a turbulent terrain, that the allies of that Governor have the same destructive intentions as him, or even worse. The pack they have joined with is led by a dangerous and aggressive woman, apparently savage and cruel even to her own pack members.

Negan's pack sets up in the cabin as Daryl has given them permission, they all have their roles in the plan, as there are more of them the guards can be more spaced out, they can cover more ground, it will be easier for everyone. Ixeia has strengthened the weapons of the members of Negan's pack, the Alpha carries with him a weapon inherited from his family, a bat that strengthens the strength of the wolf, they have also brought an arsenal of silver bullets that they do not hesitate to share with the humans that Daryl considers their pack. The more prepared they are, the better. In pairs they roam the perimeter, some transformed into wolves, others in their human form, trying to go unnoticed among the humans strolling through the woods as well.

In town Michonne has already returned home, Rick tells her what happened, everyone is at the Grimes house, they need to know all the details to be prepared. Of course Daryl is going to see to it that everyone gets an escort, with them or at their homes, he doesn't care, but they're not going to be unprotected if he can help it. The Greene farm becomes another point of interaction between wolves and humans. The forge where they had prepared knives and bullets is back in operation being helped by several members of Negan's pack who have the Gift for building special weapons. Rick and the others are amazed at the ease of these to mold steel and create new weapons, not only knives, axes, small swords, even new bullets.

Daryl dares to let his guard down a little, he feels he can trust this pack, despite their rough and surly appearance, they are excellent warriors and craftsmen. Lucille is a badass and Negan, taking away that personality, is also a good soldier helping his own and even Jesus and the others to perfect their fighting techniques.

To be Continued...

next chapter.

previous chapter.

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I hope you liked it!

Yes! Yes I know! I made Negan a good guy, with his personallity, but yes, good, I think if Lucille was still alive he wouldn't be so bad, so...

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[liptonsbabe]

Chains of a family [B.W]

Bill Weasley x Grant! reader

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: Molly thinks that Bill’s and the reader relationship is a mistake so she wants them apart from each other. Bill’s against his mother wishes and he find a way to drag the reader into the Weasley family officialy

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: none

A/N: Hi! Part 4 of this thing lol. I’m so happy that you guys like this story. It’ll have like 20 chapters or so, i’m still deciding that so yeah, that’s pretty much the thing. Btw, from now on chapters will be more interestings... i hope so lol. Again, english not my mother language. Please let me know if something’s wrong. Aaaaaand if you want to be tagged in the next chapters tell me and i will add you! Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Arguments

The rest of the afternoon passed as normal as the days before your arrival. Arthur Weasley made sure of it. Even if Molly attacked you with her dagger gaze when you and Bill hugged each other after you were done with dessert.

You didn’t know what Mr. Weasley had talked about with his wife while you were taking a shower, however, you noticed the tension rising from their bodies after you sat down at the table next to Bill and saw an annoyance sign on Molly’s lips. Her temple was frowned, reminding you of your own mother's gestures. Those flaming eyes, cleft chin, and pinion lips. Both women contract their features too much when they were upset and in your distress, you knew that they must not be disturbed.

The last thing you wanted was to hurt a marriage as solid as the Weasley's. More than once you heard your mother talk about it with your nanny making a powerful emphasis on how Molly and Arthur were able to carry out their marriage even if their economic conditions were precarious and the war was on their heels. They were an envied couple. Few dared to expand the family as much as they did without money in their pockets and spreading their progeny like a plague. No one was surprised, not even your mother, not when her marriage to Evan Grant was merely for financial advantage. Now Arthur and Molly looked upset, too upset for your understanding and you just hoped they could get along soon.

You weren't sure you deserved the sacrifice Bill's father had made for you, yet a flame of hope lit up in your chest. If Mr. Weasley started to trust you that was a good sign for others to do as well, right?

The afternoon continued as normal, seeing how Bill's plans to distract you from the fervent harassment of his mother was marred by the twins intervention. They had just finished a new product for their store and needed a good taster to certify the quality of their merchandise. It was a bad idea, he told himself, because twins were just a disaster and you didn't know them well enough to deny their good-natured pretensions.

"Be kind!" He yelled at them as Fred and George pulled you into their. Bill exhaled, pleading that his brothers wouldn't bother his girlfriend more than his mother already had.

Before taking you home, he thought about the pros and cons of your stay in the burrow. His conclusion was based on the fact that his entire family welcomed Harry Potter with open arms, so you didn't have to be the exception. He knew the difference in conditions in which his theory developed, yet he put his trust in the good judgment of his family even if the Grants' past left much to be desired. Bill didn't talk much about you with his mother, in fact, your presence at home was the last of his worries, the real problem came at the time of joining the Order of the Phoenix, would you be willing to fight against your relatives even if that mean betraying your own blood? Bill hope you will

Coming downstairs, Bill found his mother storing the leftover food in the fridge while the dishes soaked in the sink. Then he watched her clean each plate with her bare hands, no magic. William knew his anger was real.

"Want some help with that?"

"I'd love to, honey, thank you," his mother answered without looking at him. Bill raised the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, dipping his hands into the tide of water and bubbles that flew across the kitchen. Molly was silent, drying the dishes and flying them to her place in the display case across the kitchen. Bill cleared his throat doubtfully "It never hurts to help, much less when I have so many things to do before the rest of the Order arrive"

"Don't worry, I'll help you with that too."

"Perfect"

"Mom, can we talk?"

"About what?

"You know what," Bill clicked his tongue, passing her the last plate from the sink to continue with the spoons. "(Y/N)..."

"Your father has scolded me enough about that girl, I don't need you to do it too"

"I wouldn't if you had a little consideration with her."

"More consideration?" Molly asked in a squeak. Bill shook his head. "I'm letting her stay at my home!"

"Our home, mom, ours," he corrected, drying his hands with a cloth. "This house also belongs to my dad, my brothers, and me. It's the burrow, a family property, not a secret club where some people can get in and others cannot."

"You know what I think of her"

"And you know I don't care." Molly looked scandalized at her son. She didn't understand what he had seen in someone like you or what you had given him to come out and defend you as he did "I don't ask you to love her, but at least you have to try...

"Have you ever wondered what will happen when she betrays us?"

"That's not gonna happen"

"You're very sure of that, William"

"I'm convinced, Mom. You don't know her like I do and, you know what? I see that wanting to talk to you was a mistake"

"Moody thinks like me," Molly stopped him when Bill was ready to go upstairs. The woman clung to the railing watching her son standing in the first step out of the kitchen "(Y/N) Grant is a danger to the Order"

"Really? Like Mundungus Fletcher? I beg your pardon, mom, but if there is anyone who represents a latent danger to the Order of the Phoenix, it's him and yet you have assigned him for the mission tonight"

Molly's lips parted and if it weren't for the fact that Bill knew her mother too well, he might think the woman was about to throw herself on the floor in a tantrum. Still, she clenched the bars tightly, her brow furrowed, and the redness on her cheeks washed over her forehead.

"William!" Don't talk to me like that!"

"I wouldn't if you had a little more respect for my girlfriend."

"Don't you understand? I care about you! For all of us!" She snarled angrily. "Having a Riddle in this house..."

"A Grant, mom, (Y/N) is a Grant and that's not the same." Bill descended his steps, approaching her mother, returning that angry look that she had inherited from him. It was a strange sensation. A dyad of emotions between joy and fear where the composed emotion was guilt. He had never exploded that way with his mother, but Molly hadn't behaved that way with anyone either "His grandfather is Lord Voldemort's half-brother and his brothers are all Death Eaters, what does it matter? (Y/N) is not. And when do we judge others by where they come from? If so, we could start with half of us. Being a Weasley is equivalent to being a blood traitor"

"William!"

Molly's face went from fury to shock to fury again. Bill's eyes were twinkling and Molly swore she had never seen any of her children this angry, or worse, this determined.

"What would you have done, Mom?" Bill questioned taking his mother by his arms in an attempt to make him feel her despair. Molly opened her eyes, scared. "When your family tell you not to accept dad? When your brothers object to your engagement, just 'cause the Weasleys have long been considered blood traitors?"

For the first time that day Molly's mind went blank, Bill guessed, rewinding the memories of how difficult it was for the Prewetts to accept the marriage. Bill pleaded silently, but pulled away from her when his mother gave no indication to be a little more respectful with you.

"We aren't like that. We don't separate people by where they come from, we hug them" Bill resumed his way towards the stairs, stopping a couple of steps up, turning to take a look at Molly's stunned figure "As you did with Hermione, Remus and Harry when you and Dad became his godparents after Sirius died. (Y/N) is no different"

"She will turn her back on us when the Order fight the Grants. That moment will come and you know it"

"Don't worry, i'll make sure that doesn't happen"

"She is not part of this family"

"That can be solved very easily," he said and the smile he wore gave her a terrible chill down her spine. "Because I'm going to ask her to be my wife."

Molly's gasp was the only thing Bill heard before climbing the stairs and heading to the twins' room. He always respected his mother a lot and even thinking of opposing to her wishes was inconceivable, but your well-being was something that was involved and Bill couldn't just let her mother control his life at her will. Maybe the mistake he made was not telling his parents the truth about you from the start or, in that case, mentioning that the woman he loved was the fucking niece of the strongest fucking dark wizard of all time.

Bill Weasley rubbed his face as he reached the twins' door. He no longer had to torment himself, it was done and the only thing pending at the moment was to get Harry out of his uncles' house, take him safely to the burrow and find the courage to do what he told his mother he would do.

Would you agree to marry him? He hoped so and if not, he wouldn't pressure you. You were young - even a little younger than him - and it would be understandable if you refused to tie your life to someone else's from one moment to the other. The war progressed every day and if you were going to do it, you would do it as soon as possible.

Loud laughings brought him out of his thoughts to observe you and his brothers sitting on the floor, right in the center of both beds, laughing at each other and touching your faces. From the doorway Bill can't see the full painted room, however George's face showed a rather abstract mural full of bright colors when he felt the presence of his older brother. Fred did the same showing his face in the same situation and then you turned to Bill, still laughing and your face smeared with paint. It seemed the twins had created a paint bomb in millimeter pills, that explode when you put a little bit of pressure. You tried to clean yourself with the sleeve of your sweater but you spread the paint even more. Fred and George laughed and so did Bill.

His heart swelled with love as he saw that at least someone in his family - besides him and his father - had hope in you. God, he may have even cried with happiness.

Bill never understood how a sunshine as beautiful as you was never accepted in your entire life.

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[charlies-gillespie]

a quiet wedding | charlie gillespie

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: Charlie and reader get quietly married in an intimate ceremony with only their family and closest friends

requested: no

length: shorter

rating: PG

warnings: a few emotional moments (& very fluffy), a sexual joke or two

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MASTERLIST

author’s note: prompts list is coming at noon est today. i got it done earlier than friday so it’s going up today

another author’s note: “je t’aime” means “i love you” in french. “je t’adore” means “i adore you” in french

It happened so quickly. From the day you got engaged to Charlie until today took about three months. It happened quickly but you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with Charlie. You wouldn’t have said yes to his proposal if you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life with Charlie.

The fans know of your relationship with Charlie, even though you both have kept your relationship mostly out of the public eye. After a slip up or two from you both, fans caught on so you both confirmed your relationship to stop the speculation. Neither of you said anything about the engagement or about your pending wedding. You wear the engagement ring on your necklace while in public and on your finger when alone with Charlie or your friends or your family.

It’s not that you don’t want the fans to know, but you’re both 22-years-old and really young. There’s nothing wrong with getting married young but there are a lot of people with harsh opinions out there, and you’ve always been sensitive to harsh comments even though you’re an actress and singer.

So, you and Charlie decided to get married in the backyard of your childhood home, away from any prying eyes. Your parents still live there and the backyard has a beautiful view of the mountain range since your parents live very close to the Pocono Mountains in Pennsylvania. The house is pretty big since your parents both make good money as doctors.

You get ready in your childhood bedroom. Your bridesmaids, who consist of Savannah and your sister, both stand in lilac colored gowns as Savannah curls your hair. She puts little white flowers throughout the curls to decorate the style a bit.

Your sister works on your makeup and you try to keep yourself composed. You’re marrying the love of your life today after a three month engagement but a four year relationship. You’ve waited so long for this day and it’s finally here. You can’t wait to say ‘I do’ to Charlie in a few moments.

“Okay,” Savannah says. “Hair is done.”

Your sister closes her eyeshadow palette and says, “And so is makeup. We’re ready for the dress.”

Curious, you open your eyes and look in the mirror. You smile at the sight. Your sister did a silver smokey eye look with a nude lip color. Your curls are loose with the little white flowers scattered throughout.

There’s a knock on the door as your sister lays the dress across your bed. Savannah goes and answers the door. “Mrs. L/N,” she says. “Come on in. We were about to put the dress on.”

You turn in your seat to see your mother in a light pink dress that ends at her knees. She wears a black belt around her waist and black heels. She smiles and when she smiles, you see yourself. You and your mother are practically twins. She holds a veil with a tiara on it.

“Wow,” your mother gasps. “You look so beautiful, darling.”

Your eyes are still on the veil with the tiara in her hands. “What’s that?” you ask.

She looks down and says, “Your something blue, something old, and something borrowed. There’s a little blue gem on the tiara. This veil was your grandmothers, mine, and now yours.”

Savannah takes the tiara from your mother, putting it in your hair and securing it with a bobby pin or two. “I love it,” you announce. “It’s beautiful.”

The girls in your room all smile at you. Your sister unzips the bag with the dress and says, “Okay. We have about twenty minutes before the ceremony begins so let’s go.”

The dress you bought is a white strapless mermaid style satin wedding dress, which means it hugs your body until it flares out at your knees. The fabric from your knees up is ruched, which makes it look bunched up in a way. A diamond belt sits on your waist to sparkle the dress up a bit.

You watch in the mirror as your sister works at tying up the dress behind you. The dress hugs your figure and shows off your curves.

“Look at you,” your mother says. “Charlie is a very lucky man.” You can hear your mother choking back a few tears.

With a little laugh, you say, “Please don’t cry because then I’ll cry.”

Your sister chimes in and says, “Please don’t ruin my masterpiece. I worked hard on that.”

All four of you in the room laugh when there’s another knock on your door. Your sister opens it. You look and see Owen in the doorway. “Everything’s ready when you are, Y/N. By the way, you look very pretty.”

“Thank you, Owen,” you say, smiling. “We’ll be down in a moment.” He nods and closes the door.

It’s a very small wedding. Your parents, older sister, older brothers, blood aunts, uncles, first cousins, grandparents, and their plus ones on your side. Charlie’s parents, younger sister, older brothers, blood aunts, uncles, first cousins, grandparents, and their plus ones on his side. Plus Owen, Jeremy, Savannah, Cheyenne, Booboo, Madison, Sacha, and several other cast members from Julie and the Phantoms that you and Charlie consider yourself close with were invited, plus their plus ones. There’s maybe fifty or so people here. Compared to the probably two hundred or so that would have come if you invited every single family member and friend the two of you have.

With a sigh, you leave the room with your mother, Sav, and your sister. You wait in the dining room. Owen, Jeremy, and your father wait in there already. You look out the window to see everyone making conversation in the backyard in their seats. The white arch decorated with flowers looks nice with the mountains as a backdrop. You can see Charlie speaking with the ordained minister that is officiating the wedding under the arch as he waits for you.

Your mother hugs you and says, “You look stunning, Y/N. This is your day. Enjoy it.”

“Thank you, momma,” you say, holding back tears of your own now. Your mom pulls back from the hug and kisses your nose. You smile and she walks away.

Jeremy pairs up with your sister and Owen pairs up with Savannah. Your father walks over with your bouquet of white and lilac roses. “You ready, Y/N?” You nod and look up at your father. He looks very nice in his suit and his hair neatly combed back.

The pairs begin to walk out and conversation dies down. Madison plays the piano because you asked and you thought it would make the day more special if she played you down the aisle.

Your father hooks his left arm with your right arm and begins to walk down the “aisle”. The aisle is a space between the two sections of seats decorated with white roses.

As you walk, your eyes are on Charlie. He has a big smile on his face as he watches you. His hair is in his naturally wavy state and he’s clean shaven. He looks handsome in his suit and tie with a little bouquet of white flowers pinned to his jacket. You can see his big eyes full of happy tears, which spill onto his cheeks even though he tries to hold them back.

When you get to the arch, your father hands you away to Charlie. Mads stops playing when you’re both under the arch and you hand your bouquet back to your sister.

The minister begins, “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to celebrate the love of these two people. If there is some reason to why these two should not be wed, speak up now or forever hold your peace.”

Your eyes don’t leave Charlie’s as no one objects. The minister continues, “If the bride and groom have any vows, they can speak now.”

“I have a few things I’d like to say,” you say, smiling at Charlie. The minister nods and you continue speaking. “Charlie, we met five years ago. We were there for each other before either of us found real fame. I promised you when we started dating that I would be there for you after either of us found real fame. This is me renewing that promise. I promise to love you, to trust you, to be with you forever no matter what. I promise to support any role that you take, or don’t take. I promise to be there for you when you get frustrated at anything, and I promise to love you through your worst days.”

Charlie sniffles a bit and the crowd “awes”. Your fiancé smiles and says, “I don’t know how to top that but here we go. Y/N, je t'aime. Je t’adore. There are so many ways to tell you that I love you and that I adore you in every way possible, but there are not enough ways to tell you that I love and adore you. We met five years ago and I knew then that I’d be standing here with you. I knew that you were the woman I was going to marry one day. We’ve been together for four years now, and I have never taken any day out of the past four years for granted. We’ve created so many memories together. We’ve recently been creating music together. I’m going to be super cheesy when I say it but I’m going to say it anyway. No music is worth making, Y/N, if I’m not making it with you. No memory is worth making, Y/N, if I’m not making it with you. No regrets. Je t’aime, I love you.”

You were able to hold it together until Charlie pulled out the “no music is worth making” line. You loved that line when he said it in the show, and he just pulled it out as he said his vows. You grow antsy, wanting to kiss him already.

The minister says, “Okay, the rings.” Owen pulls them out of his suit pocket. Of course Charlie had to give Owen the rings.

“Repeat after me, Y/N,” the minister says. You nod. “I, Y/N L/N, take thee Charles Gillespie to be my lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, til death do us part.”

With a smile on your face, you say, “I, Y/N L/N, take thee Charles Gillespie to be my lawfully wedded husband in sickness and in health, til death do us part.”

You slide Charlie’s silver band onto his left ring finger. The minister says, “Your turn, Charlie. Repeat after me. I, Charles Gillespie, take thee Y/N L/N to be my lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, til death do us part.”

Charlie states into your eyes and repeats, “I, Charles Gillespie, take thee Y/N L/N to be my lawfully wedded wife in sickness and in health, til death do us part.”

He slides your silver band onto your left ring finger. Your engagement ring is on your right ring finger.

The minister says, “With the power invested in me by the state of Pennsylvania, I pronounce you husband and wife. Charlie, you may kiss your bride.”

Charlie doesn’t hesitate after that. He cups your face in his hands and pulls your lips to his. The crowd cheers as you seal the wedding with a kiss.

***

The backyard is quickly turned into a reception area with a tent and everything. You don’t ever leave Charlie’s side the whole night.

You have your first dance with Charlie as a married couple, dancing to Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran. This was the song you both first danced to when you started dating so to come full circle, you made it your wedding song.

Your head is on his chest as he holds you in his arms. He looks down at you and says, “You look absolutely gorgeous, Y/N. I don’t think I’ve told you that enough times tonight.”

“Just because you can be cheesy, don’t mean you always should be,” you say, looking up at your new husband.

Charlie says, “Well, then to make it less cheesy, I think you look beautiful but you’ll look even more beautiful when that dress is on the floor and you’re underneath me naked.”

You playfully hit his shoulder and say, “Charles Gillespie. Now is not the time for sexual jokes.”

He smirks and says, “You married me. You’ll be hearing them all the time now.”

With a laugh from you both, you lean up and press a light kiss to Charlie’s lips. Both of you share these types of kisses all through the night, until you’re alone in your hotel room in Paris for your two-week long honeymoon.

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[blue-mood-blue]

They tell him that his name is Benzaiten Steel.

They tell him that he’s been shot.

Officially, publicly, his condition is unknown - they haven’t released any details yet, pending the investigation. As he understands it, the investigation amounts to his mother and brother pointing to each other in accusation, both of them held in separate interview rooms of the HCPD while Ben lays in his hospital bed. They were hoping he could give them answers, Ben realizes when the doctor and the officer both hover around his door uncertainly before turning to go.

But Ben doesn’t remember anything. He can’t tell them if his brother in law enforcement went corrupt or if his mentally ill mother finally slipped too far. If it was an argument, or an accident, or which of his incredibly small family is more likely to lie. He wouldn’t have been able to tell them his name if they hadn’t told him first, because Ben hardly remembers anything at all.

It’s the head injury, the nurse tells him at two in the morning while she gives him more pain medication. Not from the blast, which had caught him in the shoulder and was more than enough damage to a body on its own, according to her. He must have hit his head on something on the way down, gave himself a nasty bump and some swelling. Nothing to worry about too much, she added quickly after getting a good glance at Ben’s expression. Just... just the memories might not come back. Hard to tell with these things.

Ben chews over the possibility after she leaves, slipping in and out of sleep. He should want to know, right? He should be searching for those memories, and the way he fit between them. He should be looking for himself... looking for the truth.

There are two people in his family. One of them shot him. He can’t imagine a truth there that wouldn’t tear him in two anyway.

Ben takes a moment to pity whoever it was he used to be - must’ve had a sad life, in the middle of that mess. Couldn’t possibly have been happy, in that little apartment in Oldtown, no one to call or contact besides the people led away in handcuffs. Such a small, tiring existence... didn’t he feel stifled, trapped? He does now. He thinks about going back to that, and he can’t breathe.

Ben looks at the window instead. He can make out some stars, but only a few - it’s hard to see much around the light pollution and the dome. He doesn’t remember, but logic tells him he hasn’t lived the kind of life that’s ever taken him off of Mars; he’s never seen any of those stars, or the planets around them, or their moons - not really. He thinks he might like to, and it’s almost a surprise when the thought comes to him; it’s as if his mind has been cleared of some dome hemming him in, holding him in place, and now there’s room to want. Ben feels untethered, adrift... free. Free in a way he knows, somehow, he’s never been before.

It’s a heady feeling. For the first time since waking, Ben smiles. He could be free. He could reach up to those stars and never come back down.

Benzaiten Steel might not remember anything about himself, but he learns that he’s a good actor. When the officer comes back with more questions, Ben tells them he’s afraid for his life, more afraid because he doesn’t know who or what to fear. “Be honest,” he asks, voice shaking with something (not fear, but the officer doesn’t know that). “Do you think this could happen again? Am I really safe?”

Benzaiten Steel is declared dead, and Ben boards a ship.

~~~

He still calls himself Ben; everything else, he cuts away and leaves behind as deadweight. He’s Ben Nothing, Ben Nobody, and he runs between the stars like there’s something chasing him. He finds work where he can, and he finds that the most lucrative work is the illegal kind. He finds that he’s good at it, charming people with a smile or disarming them with a few tears, and then liberating them from whatever they have in their pocket, or safe, or bank account.

Ben is happy. Ben is competent, secure, well-liked in the circles he moves through. Ben is as free as he ever wanted to be, in this life or any other. And if he feels like something unnamed is breathing down his neck some days, well, he is a thief, isn’t he? There’s always someone after him, law enforcement on several planets at least. If he avoids Mars and anywhere too close to that little, red planet, it’s his own business. There’s not much on Mars, anyway; only the Cerberus Province and the connections he could make there, and it’s a small sacrifice to make for all of the things he gets to see.

Ben isn’t lonely. He just feels a little adrift sometimes.

And it’s years before anything catches him.

He has a jewel that toppled a dynasty with the conflict it caused hidden in his pocket, and he slips into a dark, mostly empty theater to wait out the afternoon and the authorities. He already has a spot waiting for him on a ship traveling several planets away, but it won’t take off for hours. He has plenty of time.

Ben pulls out his comms to waste some hours, ignoring the movie playing on the screen; a kids’ movie, probably with the hope that whole families would make the effort of taking a trip to the theater to spend time together. It was a bad gamble, with the only person there other than Ben asleep in a chair in the corner. Ben snorts; kind of a stupid thought, that anyone would bother when they could stream whatever old movies they wanted directly to their home.

He’s in the middle of a game when he looks up at the screen. There’s a woman fighting a dragon, and he isn’t sure what caught his attention until it happens again.

“Andromeda!” someone on the screen yells.

Ben’s head hurts.

Andromeda! a younger Benzaiten yells. He can feel the warm sun beating down on him, the familiar sounds of shouting down a street somewhere too far away to worry about. His voice, thin and reedy and so young, makes its best attempt at a growl. You will never escape me!

“You will never escape me!”

His head throbs, and he could cry with how much it hurts.

I do not intend to run - I will stay and fight, because good must always succeed! Someone with his face answers back, swinging a sword made of paper towel rolls and too much duct tape, and then breaks from the script: And I’m faster than you anyway, Benten, so I can escape whenever I want to.

For a moment, he rests on the divide between Ben and Benzaiten. If he tries, he could pull back - but he also knows he could no more let go of that voice than tear his own heart out.

Juno. A knowledge from the long-dormant pieces of him whispers an answer he doesn’t ask for, as it drags the whole of his messy, painful history with it. That’s Juno. Your twin. Your family.

Benzaiten is still crying, hurt radiating from his head and his chest, and there’s no one around to care so he doesn’t stop. He watches the stupid movie three times, then boards a ship and tries to hide the evidence with makeup and a bright smile. He’s two planets away by the time he thinks about going back, all the way back, and by the time he’s three planets away he’s decided that it would be a ridiculous idea.

It’s been years. Fuck, it’s been so many years. Does Juno live in the same place? What if he’s married now; out of the two of them, he was always the one looking for someone to hold onto him. Would he even want to see Ben?

The answer should be yes, but Ben’s not an idiot, he knows reality is more complicated. Juno buried him, and mourned for him, and maybe even started to heal - and Ben had run. Run without looking back, leaving a death certificate and open wounds behind him.

Is Sarah still alive?

The question stops him cold, staring through the window and the pieces of galaxy he’s passing. If Sarah is alive, he would have to see her, too. That’s a promise he made himself a long time ago - that he wouldn’t choose between them. He was the one who held the family together. He’d always been that.

The Benzaiten in his head, the person he isn’t sure he is yet - anymore - tells him she loves you.

Ben, here and now, tells him she shot you.

Both of those things are true. And when Ben pulls away from the window, he tells himself that’s what he’s afraid of, that someone he loved hurt him and could do it again, that he might let them in the foolish, stupid need to find out if the love was still there somewhere under all of the hurt. To know trying hard enough could mean getting better.

If there’s another fear, if he can feel the gravity of Mars pulling him back and down and heavy, he doesn’t let himself think it. And he’s gotten pretty good at deception, so he might even believe it.

~~~

Ben dances more, when he remembers dancing. Nothing feels as free as the movement, as his total control over it. Not even the stars.

How much of his running was escape, and how much was just running?

~~~

He still calls himself Ben.

He has his reasons. “Benzaiten” is too memorable, and sharing a face and a last name with a sibling seems like a really good way to get that sibling into trouble. There’s a reputation in place already with the name he used. There are days when he doesn’t feel like he fits in Benzaiten’s life. He finds plenty of reasons.

He doesn’t visit. He thinks about it, comes close - as close as a planet and one ticket fare away, once - but Ben can’t bring himself to step foot in Hyperion City. Hyperion belongs to Juno, somehow. He was the one who stayed (I do not intend to run - I will stay and fight), and going home feels like... trespassing. Ben knows Juno wouldn’t say that. It doesn’t stop him from thinking it.

Hyperion City has a newspaper, though, and a subscription service that seems a little optimistic in its range. Maybe not all that optimistic, since Ben regularly takes advantage of it - between jobs, and only on his personal comms. Most of it has nothing to do with him, but he skips and skims through the digitized pages anyway, looking for whatever hints of a life he can find. Juno is a private investigator now, which doesn’t surprise Ben. There’s an engagement announcement and no following marriage announcement, which does.

(Sarah is guilty, and dead, and he doesn’t know how he feels about that. He doesn’t linger on the thought.)

Sometimes, when he feels brave, he imagines what it could be like. So what’s this about a gala at that new art gallery? You know, the one that lasted a whole night before it got blown up?

Juno’s laughter from the other side of the comms connection, maybe a little too young. Uh huh, I heard. The HCPD put it all over the news, along with how they saved the day. Or didn’t you hear that part?

They can say whatever they want, I know a Juno Steel case when I see one. Now, Ben adjusts on the bed, miles and miles away, glancing at the window to see if he can get a peek back the way he came, tell me everything.

Maybe the next time you come to see me, Juno says, and just like that the thought disintegrates. He can never put too many words in Juno’s mouth; there are just too many things he doesn’t know.

Ben gets lucky one day and sees a whole half a picture of Juno, looking out on a crowd. He’s not the focus - he’s standing next to some politician in the middle of a speech, a Ramses O’Flaherty who makes a lot of promises that sound like the “too good to be true, but wouldn’t it be nice” kind - but Ben will take what he can get. He can’t decide if Juno has more or less scars than he would have expected, given his line of work. He wonders how they all got there. Juno is standing on the stage with the politician; he must buy some of those promises to put himself so clearly in the man’s corner.

There’s a kind of worry in his gut about it, but Ben tries to take it as a good sign. The Juno he knew had a hard time trusting people; it would be nice if he’d found someone to believe in. It would be nice if that trust is well-placed.

Ben has to leave his comms behind for a job, taking a burner along instead, so he gets the results of the election at the same time he gets the announcement of O’Flaherty’s death and the conspiracy over Newtown. It doesn’t have to mean anything - just another politician who wasn’t what he seemed to be, or didn’t manage to hang on long enough to make good on his promises. That’s all it is.

He still looks for Juno in the stories he reads. He can’t seem to find him, anymore.

~~~

For the first time since they were nineteen, Benzaiten sees Juno across the room.

For a moment, he feels like he’s seen a ghost. A ridiculous thought, from the dead twin.

Juno Steel is so far away from Hyperion City, talking to Zolotovna in a resplendent dress as if he’s lived the kind of life that makes him belong, immediately and implicitly, among the disgustingly rich. Ben, who is there for a reason, he knows he’s there for a reason but fuck if he can remember why, tries not to make it obvious that he’s staring. He’s failing at that, he knows.

But Juno is here. Juno is here in the room with him, so different than he remembers, with so many more scars. With one less eye. Ben wants to ask when that happened, wants to demand that story, just as much as he wants to fade into the crowd and run.

He feels untethered; he feels like, if he runs, he’ll never find his way back again. Just this once, Ben lets himself understand that the tug of gravity pulling him back was never a leash around his neck as much as it was a rope around his middle - giving him a way back home. Juno had always been his anchor, keeping him from drifting too far.

There’s no going back, now. There’s no going home, no home to go back to.

Juno’s glance turns in his direction, and Ben is about to duck out of the way - an amateur move, guaranteed to catch his sibling’s eye, but he thinks he can be forgiven for being a little bit off his game - when Ben realizes he’s not who Juno is looking for. A man slips by him, tall and confident and familiar in a way that tells Ben exactly why he should be familiar. Juno can’t seem to help the way his face changes when he spots the man.

So the thief grabbed at Juno’s heart and pulled him away from Hyperion. That’s why Juno is here. It’s... infuriating, because there’s no way a common con deserves Juno Steel. Because it was never a thought in Ben’s head that Juno could be convinced to leave Hyperion, and he never thought to ask. (I do not intend to run. Running was Ben’s job.)

Ben is ready to do something stupid. He’s halfway across the ballroom, walking directly towards his brother well and aware that the impact will cause an explosion of a scene, when he sees Juno tilt his head.

There’s a comms in his ear.

Ben has been a thief long enough to recognize the habits of another thief - especially a new one.

He doesn’t remember what he came to this event for, but there’s nothing, mark or prize or job, that Benzaiten wants more than to understand the stranger in the dress who almost has his face. If he breaks something with an impulsive decision, he thinks as he continues to cross the room, well - wouldn’t be the first time.

He’ll let himself be selfish. That’s what Ben does.

#the penumbra podcast #tpp #benzaiten steel #juno steel #junoverse #ben lives au #don’t ask my why i do not know #i was just curious about a Ben who becomes a thief #and it kinda spiraled from there #so i guess the hot takes are: #Ben’s family is a grounding force for him #and Ben also struggles with dealing with his mistakes #GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR VERY COMPLICATED EVENING JUNO

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Yakuza!Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Sugar and Spice (Mafia!AU, Modern AU, NSFW Series)[Chapter 2]

Summary: Kyōjurō and (Y/n) meet at a party, only to find out that their lives would change forever— since they had been arranged to be married. To make matters even more difficult for them, they were from two different walks of life, with (Y/n) being the Prime Minister’s daughter, and Kyōjurō being the heir to his clan’s Yakuza group.

Warnings: Smut, Kabedon, Groping, Making Out, Marking

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***

No matter how much (Y/n) tried to shake the memory of those piercing eyes from her mind, she never could forget just how hauntingly beautiful they were— especially when they were trained so hard on her the night before.

It was why she had made a hasty escape; tucking tail and practically shoving her champagne glass at a waiter, before making up some halfhearted excuse about forgetting a prior engagement.

She could tell that the ladies she had been with were skeptic of her reasons, but had still let her go; just in time, as well, because Kyōjurō would have gotten to her if they had tried to keep her any longer.

Still, hours after that ordeal— even while she laid on her bed— with the warm, morning rays of the sun shining down on her through her windows, she could still feel the less-than-proper intent behind them. They were the eyes of a predator; someone who was silently telling her that he was going to devour her.

And if she were being honest, it scared and thrilled her at the same time.

“Hopefully, I’ll never have to see him again,” The young woman whispered to herself, right before closing her eyes and stretching her limbs outwards; it felt so good on her tired muscles. But her peaceful time alone was cut short with a soft but firm knock on her door.

“Good morning, (Y/n)-sama.” She almost groaned aloud at the sound of her temporary secretary’s voice; wishing to all hell that she were back in her university dorm— protected by a bodyguard, but still living with relative privacy.

But, unfortunately, it was summer break and she was obligated to stay at the Prime Minister’s residence; much like how her brothers were also required to live there when they weren’t living at their dorms. And, being the youngest— as well as the only girl— out of three children, her father was much stricter on her.

(Y/n) sighed then, deciding not to stall any longer and calling out a flat ‘come in’. It was then followed by the quiet creaking of the door, as well as the soft footsteps coming towards her bed.

As much as the young woman still wanted to just go back to sleep, she decided not to be difficult and opened her eyes— only for them to fall on Rin. She was a frail woman in her mid-thirties, looking very strict with her neatly pressed uniform; but it was her severely tight bun that had (Y/n) and her siblings knowing that the woman meant business at first glance.

“Good morning, Rin-san, may I know my schedule for today?” (Y/n) asked with a forced smile, knowing full well that she had a full roster for that day— what with her mother forking over some small charity appearances over to her and her brothers; all to show the people that they were very much active in society, despite also being busy with their own passion projects.

Rin nodded at that, before referring down to her clipboard and flipping a page— which had (Y/n)’s eyebrows quirking, since she saw so many things highlighted on one of her brothers’ schedule sheets.

“Your schedule has been cleared today, (Y/n)-sama.” That explained why she saw all those neon yellow lines on the pages before hers, but that had her stomach tightening with apprehension; because having a clear schedule at the last minute didn’t really bring good things.

“And why is that?”

“The Prime Minister has requested an audience with you for brunch, and he asked that you clear your schedule for the rest of the day to entertain his guest.”

Suddenly, she wanted to switch schedule with either one of her brothers. Hell, she would have rather been giving speeches and kissing babies, if it got her out of whatever clown show her father was about to put her through.

“Can I get out of this brunch?”

“No, Miss.”

“Alright, then. What time is this… fiasco? Nine-thirty? Ten? And do I already have something to wear for it?”

***

Who comes in late to meet the Prime Minister? The barbed thoughts reverberated around within (Y/n)’s head, as she presented a calm and collected façade for the world to see.

The dress she wore was modest enough for brunch, but with a touch of sexiness that had her quirking an eyebrow at the stern Rin when it had been handed to her earlier. Because, normally, Rin had her dressed up with the most modest of dresses; it would have been enough to put any miko to shame.

That already had her mind reeling with possibilities, yet she didn’t dare jump on any of them— since there were also numerous other things that could happen. Nothing was impossible, what with her being the daughter of Japan’s Prime Minister, after all.

For all she knew, she could be meeting the Prince of Wales with her father.

“Are we meeting Prince Charles, otou-sama? I didn’t brush up on my English last night,” She whispered to her father, who stifled his laughter and dabbed his table napkin to his lips— if only to muffle his humorous chuckles.

Yorihiko, (Y/n)’s father, turned to her then— before lowering his table napkin back down to his lap and showing her his bright grin. For someone who was in his mid-sixties, he still looked as youthful as ever. And, save for the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes— as well as the greying hair atop his head— she would have gandered him as not a day over fifty. “Not the Prince of Wales, (Y/n)-chan, but someone who will be much more important to this family in the future.”

Maybe it was just her being a little chilly, but she felt shivers race down her spine at those ominous words. However, she couldn’t even collect herself before the butler announced that their long-awaited guest was finally there.

And she had to try really hard to pick her jaw up from the ground when she saw two heads of blond hair coming out into the garden. The one she knew as Rengoku Kyōjurō wore a crisp, black suit with a blood red tie— one that matched his eyes and hair very well; while the older man next to him wore a formal kimono with a sleek, black haori perched on his shoulders.

“The yakuza, otou-sama?” (Y/n) whisper-yelled at her father, who only gave her a nod before getting up from his seat— all while smoothly laying his table napkin on the table— so he could greet their guests.

She followed suit immediately, but she couldn’t help her unsteady legs as she walked around the table and gave the Rengokus a small bow. “Welcome to our home, dear guests.”

“Don’t be too stiff, daughter; call me otou-sama,” The older man spoke in a gruff tone, smirking all the while as he looked at (Y/n).

The young woman couldn’t even speak, but managed a small nod— right before turning to the man that she had been under just the night before. A chorus of “oh no”s kept playing inside her head, but she couldn’t even voice out her panic, nor her disapproval at whatever arrangement had been arranged between her and the Yakuza heir.

“How about we have our meal as we talk, Shinjurō? And then we can leave the kids to be acquainted?” Yorihiko suggested with a bright smile, all while motioning over to the table that he and (Y/n) had been sitting at earlier.

It already burned (Y/n) to even be in the same vicinity as the man who had been between her legs just the night before, but it burned her even more when he smirked right at her— before offering his arm to her; as if he was the perfect gentleman.

And with her being who she was, couldn’t even turn him down. So, she found herself slipping a hand into the crook of his arm; holding on to him as he walked her back to the table. To make matters even worse for her, he even pulled out her chair for her, before helping her sit down.

That action hadn’t been done for mere chivalry, however, as Kyōjurō took it as a chance to whisper right by her ear, “It’s nice to see you again, baby. You look really… fuckable in that dress.”

“Fuck you.” (Y/n) managed to whisper back, which earned a sexy little chuckle from the blond.

He wanted nothing more than to pull her by the hair and make her face him, just so he could kiss her breathless and show her that he wasn’t to be messed with, but they were in front of company, and he didn’t want to disrespect her like that in front of their fathers.

After all, he was going to be his wife. And he was always taught that Rengokus respected their wives above all else.

“You almost did, baby. Maybe on the honeymoon, though,” Kyōjurō whispered back with a grin, before finally pulling away and taking the empty seat right next to her— much to (Y/n)’s chagrin.

Lunch passed by in a blur for (Y/n), however; with conversation being led by the two patriarchs. She was nothing more than a spectator at the table, since she was still trying to wrap her head around what was happening.

And, from what she could catch, she and Kyōjurō really were arranged to be married. In this day and age, arranged marriages were such an archaic concept but, apparently, the Rengokus had a lot to do with her father getting the Prime Minister position— and he owed them a lot.

So, now that the Rengokus are being pinned with crimes that weren’t their doings— and with Shinjurō facing multiple life sentences if things aren’t resolved— they had to cash in that favor with (Y/n)’s father.

After all, what better way to clear someone’s name, than to get related through marriage to the very man who signs them? No other man’s vouch could be stronger that the Prime Minister’s; if he said that he trusted the Rengokus enough to have his only daughter marry into their family, then all those pending cases would be dismissed as nothing more than baseless accusations.

(Y/n) had always known that her father was involved with all kinds of people, but she had never even had an inkling that he had been rubbing elbows with the Yakuza— of all people.

***

Once brunch was over— with her food having been barely touched— the patriarchs left both (Y/n) and Kyōjurō in the garden to ‘get acquainted’. However, (Y/n) had much more different things in mind, so she got up from her seat and tossed her table napkin onto the table; all before making hasty escape back into the house.

Kyōjurō’s eyebrows quirked at his fiancée’s actions, but it didn’t dampen the smirk that tugged up at the corners of his lips; as he watched her hips swaying so seductively a few ways away from him.

Last night, he had been pissed to have seen her walking away from him— and that time was no different, but it posed an extremely exciting challenge that he was more than willing to take on.

So, that was how he found himself getting up from his own seat and following after her— but not before glaring right at the guards that had been about to keep him from following her.

That kept them right in their places, which was good enough for him— and had him resuming his leisurely stroll right behind his charismatic bride-to-be.

But she didn’t get to go much farther than the back door of the mansion; as Kyōjurō quickly took his chance to press her back against the wall— making sure to cushion the back of her head, as he caged her in with his right arm and his body.

“Don’t walk away from me, baby,” Kyōjurō stated with a smile; right before dipping his head down to brush his lips against hers in the faintest of kisses.

That move didn’t fail to make (Y/n)’s toes curls right in her heels, but she tried so hard to ignore the tingles that were shooting across her skin; even taking to looking at anywhere but at Kyōjurō.

All because the events from the night before were playing in her mind— hot, raunchy, and filled with so much lust for him.

But the blond wasn’t deterred by her reaction at all, coming to press his hips right against her— and making her feel the bulge that was slowly growing bigger beneath his pants.

“Come on, sweetheart. Kiss me like you did last night,” The young man teased once more, then dipped his head down to catch her lips once more‚ but in a much deeper kiss that, inevitably, had (Y/n) melting against him; especially when he lightly tugged at her hair, all while gently nipping at her bottom lip.

All the while, his right hand snaked itself down to cup her right hip; kneading it in a gentle massage, before slipping down further so he could cup her ass. He then gave it a squeeze, which had her gasping right into their kiss; giving him enough time to slip his tongue right between her lips, all so he could play with her own.

When Kyōjurō felt her responding to his kisses— much like how she was last night— he took that as his chance to tease her even further by pulling away; latching on to her neck and trailing kisses down to the crook where her neck met her shoulders— and biting down on the skin, before sucking on it to leave a love bite.

He wasn’t contented with just one, however, and found himself leaving more of his marks all over her neck as well. Every single one had her moaning softly and, somewhere along the way, one of her hands had made its way onto the back of his own head— where she was gripping his hair tightly.

She was really melting under his touch, and he loved it so much.

And things only made a turn for the better when he quickly bunched the back of her dress up with the hand that had been groping her ass, before slipping his hand down further so he could cup her pussy from behind; grinning when he felt her so wet beneath her underwear.

“You want me to fuck you?” He asked, all while rubbing the tips of his fingers against her soaked entrance; loving the way that her fingers kept tightening and loosening on his hair— especially the subtle way that she was trying to rub her pussy up against his cock.

(Y/n) was silent at first— refusing to give in and answer him— until the blond readjusted his hand and made quick work of slipping it up the front of her dress; right before pushing her panties aside and pinching her clit between his index and middle fingers. The move had her hips jerking involuntarily, and also had her moaning softly when Kyōjurō began to play with the little bud.

“…Please.”

“Please what, sweetheart?”

(Y/n) was just about to give in and actually beg him to fuck her right there— up against the side of her father’s residence— when all sense came crashing down on her and she yanked on Kyōjurō’s hair… hard. “Get off of me!”

It was clear on Kyōjurō’s face that that move had pissed him off, but he couldn’t help but obey (Y/n)’s words— albeit reluctantly. And he wanted to just scowl at her, but the sight of her looking so disheveled had him laughing; outright laughing, as he took in her messed up lipstick and crazy hair.

The glare that (Y/n) was aiming right at him looked mildly threatening, but it was the best she could do— especially when she heard the blond’s attractive laughter. How a laugh could be attractive, she didn’t know; it just was— and it was highly unfair, since he already had such a handsome face.

Even the fresh love bites all over her neck and shoulders added to her ‘just fucked’ look, diminishing the aggressiveness in her expression even more, and that pleased Kyōjurō so much.

He couldn’t wait until he really messed her up. He’d make sure that she wouldn’t even be able to get out of bed in the morning.

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