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candy69gurl · 16 days

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POV: You are Sukuna's Vessel 2

Warnings- private touching

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Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

You sink onto your bed, your mind racing with thoughts of the future. With Sukuna inside you, you can't help but wonder what will happen next.

"If they find out the truth, they'll never look at me the same way," you think, your heart aching at the thought of losing your friends.

"Maybe I should tell them the truth," you consider, but the idea is quickly shot down.

"No, they'll think I'm crazy or worse, they'll try to exorcise me," you decide, your heart sinking into your stomach.

"I need to figure this out myself," you murmur, your fingers gripping the sheets, trying to come up with a plan.

But as always, Sukuna has something to say on the matter, "Don't bother, little brat. No one can save you from me," he hisses, his voice like poison in your mind.

"Why are you like this?" you question, your voice shaking with anger and fear

"It is what it is," Sukuna answers simply, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"You're a monster," you accuse, your heart pounding in your chest

Sukuna just laughs, a sound that sends a pain through your mind.

With a deep breath, you get up from the bed, your mind still spinning from your encounter with Sukuna.

You walk to the bathroom, feeling a bit of relief as you undress, shedding your clothes and stepping into the shower. The warm water cascades over your body, washing away the tension you've been holding.

"Ah, this feels good," you say, closing your eyes and leaning against the tiled wall.

"Mhm..", a deep voice echoes in your mind, "What a nice body you have."

Your eyes snap open, a gasp escaping your lips as you realize your mistake. Your naked body is now exposed to Sukuna, the realization making your skin crawl.

"Damn it," you curse, your hands hastily covering your most private areas, feeling heat rise to your cheeks

"So innocent," Sukuna snickers, his voice sending shivers down your spine

"Stop it," you demand, your voice trembling with embarrassment and anger.

"You can't make me uncomfortable like this," you continue, trying to assert your control over the situation.

"Oh, I think I can," Sukuna counters, his voice low and taunting.

"I want you out of my head," you hiss, your fists clenching tight with the effort to keep him at bay. "How am I gonna live like this?" you whisper, your voice breaking

"Go ahead, show let me see more of your body", Sukuna taunts,

Your heart races, your breathing growing faster as Sukuna's voice continues to torment you.

"No," you insist, your voice shaking with determination. You refuse to give in to his twisted games.

You quickly turn off the shower, the water disappearing in a rush of steam.

With shaky hands, you reach for a towel, wrapping it around your body. Your heart is pounding in your ears as you try to get dressed in the darkness, with the lights off to keep Sukuna from seeing your naked self anymore.

"Shy, are we?", Sukuna questions, his voice filled with amusement.

"Shut up," you snap, your voice shaky with anger and fear "You're the one who started this," you remind him, your hands balling into fists at your sides.

Sukuna just laughs, the sound echoing in your mind as you try to ignore it and gather your thoughts.

Exhausted and emotionally drained, you climb into bed, pulling the covers over your head in an attempt to block out the world.

You close your eyes, hoping for some semblance of peace, but it's not long before Sukuna's voice creeps back into your mind.

"Sleep well, little brat," he says, his voice a dark rumble in the darkness

"Fuck off," you respond, your voice tinged with anger and exhaustion.

"Good night," Sukuna replies, his voice hollow and cold.

With a frustrated sigh, you try to ignore him and drift off to sleep, hoping for a moment of solace in the darkness.

As you fall asleep, you can't help but wonder how much longer you can keep this secret from your friends. You cling to the hope that you'll find a way to control Sukuna and protect those you care about.

In the middle of the night, without warning, your body twitches beneath the covers.

Sukuna takes control, his consciousness merging with yours as you remain blissfully unaware, still asleep.

"Finally, some peace," Sukuna whispers, his voice dark and devious.

He moves your body, stepping out of your bed and turning on the lights.

"Now let's start with my experiments."

Without hesitation, Sukuna's control over your body quickly strips you bare, your clothes falling to the floor.

He guides you towards the mirror, standing you in front of your naked reflection.

"Well, well, well," Sukuna coos, his voice dripping with amusement. "Look what we have here."

He examines every inch of your body, his gaze lingering on your most private areas, making your skin crawl even though you're still asleep.

"Nice," Sukuna approves, his voice low and taunting.

He continues his inspection, running his hands over your body, tracing your curves and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"Oh I really look so pretty," he muses, his voice turning thoughtful.

Sukuna, through your body, reaches for your breasts, gently cupping them in his hands.

A jolt of pleasure courses through him, your body arching slightly in response. The sensation is unfamiliar to him.

"Hmm, yes," he hums, his voice low and satisfied. "Feels so good."

With a hint of anticipation, Sukuna pinches your nipples, his touch sending a shock of pleasure through him.

He gasps, his eyes widening in surprise at the intensity of the feeling.

"So sensitive," he mutters, his voice filled with wonder and desire. "This is so much better than I expected."

Sukuna, through your body, moves towards the bed, lying down on it and spreading your legs wide.

His hand slides down your body, his fingers dipping into your wetness, your body trembling slightly at his touch.

"Ah, you get wet this easily?" he asks, his voice husky with excitement "Your body is so pleasurable."

He begins to stroke you, his movements slow and deliberate, his curiosity growing with every stroke.

A wave of pleasure washes over him, the sensation overwhelming him as he explores your body.

"Oh, this is amazing," he breathes, his voice a mixture of surprise and excitement.

"I want more," he says, his voice filled with determination "I need to explore every inch of this body."

He continues his exploration, his fingers sliding deeper, his touch growing bolder with each passing moment.

"Yes, yes, more," he moans, his voice filled with desire. "I could spend hours on this."

Sukuna's touch becomes more insistent, his fingers moving faster, your body responding to his ministrations even in your sleep.

"Shit this pussy's getting wetter," he muses, his fingers dipping deeper, his touch growing more demanding.

A wave of pleasure crashes over him, his orgasm pulsing through your body, your inner muscles tightening around his fingers.

"Fuck!" he groans, his voice filled with satisfaction "That point.. S-shit.. So tight, so good", he moans thrusting his fingers attacking your weak point.

Soon an orgasm surges through the body, his breathing ragged as he pulls his fingers from your body, leaving you slick and aching.

"That was... amazing," he says, his voice tinged with awe, "I can't wait to do this again," he promises, his voice filled with anticipation

With a final caress, he lies down, your body still trembling from the experience.

"Rest now, vessel."

As Sukuna relinquishes control, you slip back into a fitful sleep, your body still humming with the aftermath of his pleasure.

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sinsirellaxx · 18 days

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hello! 🌷 can i request a slytherin boys x reader headcanons? it's a little angsty, though: about the reader (that has an established relationship with them) getting hit by an unforgivable curse that brings unbearable pain to her even though it doesn't kill her? just reader screaming and crying of pain on their arms and begging her boyfriend to kill her because the pain is unbearable !!

also i don't think that the slytherins would be able to do that, even though it pains them to see you in so much pain— so they try to find a solution or something that reverts the spell ? they can't bear the thought of losing you. ☹️

Slytherin Boys – You are hit by an unforgivable and they have to watch you suffer

Warning: Angst, murder (don't worry, the reader is not dead!)

Thank you for the request! x

Mattheo …

… whips around to face you when he hears your pained scream. His whole body tenses, his chest tight as he struggles to breathe while his eyes search for you. The moment his eyes land on you he feels a stinging burn behind his brown orbs, his heart threatening to combust inside of his chest. He feels like he is trapped in slow-motion as he quickly turns to your tormenter, casting an unforgivable himself and taking the life of the cause of your pain. His feet then turn towards you, taking off to run to you – to hold you in his arms. He falls to the ground, gathering your stiff body and pressing your head into the crook of his neck – all the while stroking your hair. He knows how much you love it when he does it – you always claimed it was the most comforting thing he could do. He listened to you scream and cry in his arms, your hands gripping onto his shirt as you bit back another scream.

“I’m sorry, love. It’s going to be fine. You’re going to be fine.” Mattheo brokenly whispered as he rocked you back and forth soothingly, “We’ll be fine.” He added quietly, wondering if you really would be. His heart broke when you begged him to kill you a pained sob forcing it’s way up his throat as he shook his head. He’d rather die than lose you.

“No, no, no. Baby, no. It’s going to be fine. Stay strong for me, baby. Please.” Mattheo choked on a sob as he begged you to stay strong. He wouldn’t let you die.

Theodore …

… watched as you stumbled to the ground, the force of the curse sending you backwards. His eyes widened as he watched your lifeless body, anxiety spreading through his whole being as he watched for any sign of life – he did not dare to move. The silence was broken by your piercing scream of agony as your body spasmed. Theodore gasped for breath as he felt brief relief wash over him – you were alive. Yet at what cost? Another scream from you brought him out of his reverie, whipping out his wand he quickly immobilized your attacker before running towards you. Kneeling down next to you he checked you for any injuries, the frown on his face deepening when he couldn’t find anything.

“Hush, Tesoro. Everything will be fine – you’ll be fine. Try to take deep breaths for me, alright?” He hushed you desperately as he softly brushed the hair from your face with his trembling hand. He ignored your pleas to kill you as he stood up, with his wand in his hand. He turned to look at your attacker who was still stunned on the floor. Pointing his wand at the man on the floor he leered at him. “Tell me, what kind of curse was that?”

Theodore would find a way to stop your pain and after that he’d end the life of the man who caused you to suffer.

Lorenzo …

… roared like a wounded animal when he saw you writhe in pain. He cast curse after curse until he was sure your attacker was dead. He had never been this glad about his upbringing before. Turning around Lorenzo immediately ran to you, one of his hands gripping onto one of yours as he cupped your wet cheek with his other.

“I’m so sorry, princess.” He apologized, his eyes burning with unshed tears as he listened to your pained cries. “Please, be strong for me, love.” Lorenzo’s voice broke as another wave of pain crashed through your body, your grip on his hand tightening uncontrollably. The first tear rolled down his cheek when you told him to kill you. “No.” He managed to grit out as he lifted you into his lap, holding your head to his chest. “You can’t die.” His lower lip wobbled as he racked his brain – thinking of any charm or any curse that might help. Squeezing his eyes shut he tuned out your screams – gasping when he remembered hearing of an ancient spell that could take someone’s pain. He had read about it, and he was very well aware of the possible consequences. But he’d rather you live without pain than wishing to be freed.

“Don’t worry … I got you.” He murmured as he whispered the incantation – hoping it would work.

Draco …

… wept as he held you in his arms. He couldn’t bear the sight of you in pain. Your body was convulsing, your head thrown back as another scream got stuck in your throat. He shouted for help when you momentarily stopped breathing, his voice raw with emotion as he looked around himself. There was no one there to help him. He was all alone.

“H-hang in there, doll.” He touched your cheek with trembling fingers, leaving bloody fingerprints on your dirtied skin, his body relaxing as you started breathing again.

“I’ve got you. I ‘ll help you.” He shushed you, crying along with you as another rush of pain overcame your tired body. “I’m sorry – I’m so sorry!” His voice broke as he kept apologizing for pulling you into his dark world.

Blaise …

… briefly shut down when he saw your writhing body on the wet floor. He thought you were dead. His grip on his wand loosened, his world threatening to turn upside down. He felt nauseous, his chest tightening until he couldn’t breathe – until he could. You had gasped for air, obviously alive. His short moment of relief didn’t last long, for you started screaming bloody murder, your fingers digging into the floor beneath you. That’s when he remembered: You got hit by the Cruciatus Curse. Blaise immediately ran to you, a deep frown on his face as you screamed in agony – you wouldn’t stop screaming. Kneeling down in front of you he stared at you helplessly. He couldn’t help you – you had to endure it. When you told him – no begged him to kill you, he shook his head quickly. “Be strong for me, love. Please.”

Tom …

… immediately took down the death eater who had dared to hurt you within the blink of an eye. He briefly checked his surroundings before turning to your hunched over body. You were screaming, your fingers gripping onto your head. When you saw his feet in front of you, you immediately looked up at him, teary eyes red as you parted your trembling lips. Suddenly, you threw yourself forward, clinging onto his legs as you begged him to stop it. To kill you. Tom stared down at you coldly – if he was worried or pained by your misery he didn’t show it. He sighed deeply, knocking you out with a charm before pulling your body into his arms. He could never kill you – he needed you more than he wanted to acknowledge. He disapparated to his home – he’d find a way to help you. There was no doubt.

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genshindsau · 10 months

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Pleasure for Two, Punishment for One - Part Two

Summary: Genshin!au, Empress!au. Its finally Scaramouche's turn to be dealt with after having to watch you and Aether. Except the fact that you are not done with his punishment and instead drag it out until he is completely pliant and submissive for you.

CW: Dom!reader, sub!character, reverse harem, bondage, tentacle use, OOC, mentions of voyeurism, throatfucking, gagging, unsafe sex, cum eating, urethral insertion, edging, use of "no" but there is a safeword system so reader ignored him when he says no, one line mention of rimming, anal, aftercare.

Part One

On top of the wrinkled bed sheets laid a naked and exhausted Aether. He was covered in sweat, cum, and drool but he couldn't bring himself to care. All he could feel was a satisfying ache run throughout his body. He was still trembling and just coherent enough that he could barely make out the feeling of your hand on his back as you rubbed it. One of your fingers grazed his backside and he couldn't suppress the flinch. His hole was bright red and sore to the touch, indicating just how well used he was. Despite wanting to curl up to you, he couldn't even make himself move.

He vaguely made out the breathless chuckle that left your lips.

"Are you okay to stay there for a while?" It took a second to process you were talking to him. Fighting the sleepiness that was starting to settle over him, he wrestled with keeping his eyes open.

"I still have someone else to take care of," He managed to spot you, who was also nude, but then he was able to remember one more person that was in the room.

Huh, I forgot he was here, Aether distantly thought. In the same position as earlier sat Scaramouche. Instead of the intimating concubine Aether was used to, sat someone who looked completely debauched. His body was shaking, constant watery sobs and pleads left his lips, tears fell freely from his eyes and the most noticeable were the tentacles that continued to explore and play with his body.

You brushed hair behind Aether's ears while waiting for his answer. It seemed to take a few seconds to register that you were asking him something. However, in the end he was able to nod. Knowing he was most likely about to fall asleep you decided that you would clean him later. Once you're done with Scaramouche it would be best to just let them soak in the baths for a while.

Speaking of Scaramouche, you moved to get off the bed and then stood in front of him. In the back of his mind he was able to understand that you were in front of him, but he struggled with lifting his head.

"I - please - I can't, i cant, i cant, i cant," he repeated as his head fell forward, his forehead against your thighs. He had no strength left in his body and every nerve felt like it was on fire. With no idea how long he was forced to deal with this pleasurable bordering on painful torment while watching you and Aether, it felt like it would never end. He stopped counting after Aether came the fifth time and you the second.

"Is it hard? Does it hurt?" Your words may have been sympathetic, but your tone was anything but. There was mockery underneath your words and your hand roughly pulled his head back and off your thigh. He felt a rush of tears well up in his eyes at the rough treatment.

"I'm sor-" he voices fell off into a sob when the tentacle that was in his ass gave a sharp thrust causing his body to jerk as best as it could while still wrapped in ropes.

"Hmm? I couldn't hear you." You squatted in front of him, your hand still in his hair. He was granted another thrust, followed by another and he was hoping that maybe this time you would let him cum. However, the tentacle also resumed its place back into his urethra. Just a few thrusts would have made him cum, he knew that, and you definitely knew that based on the way you manipulate the tentacle with your magic. You were dead set on not letting him cum.

"I'm - ahh - sorry. pleaseplease." Scaramouche was beginning to let out garbled nonsense. His prostate was being hit with each thrust, but he couldn't cum. He couldn't cum. He couldn't cum. That thought brought fresh tears to his eyes.

He could feel the burning in his stomach as he was forced to linger on the edge. His cock felt like it was about to combust, all slick and red. The tentacle slithered down his urethra, refusing to let him properly cum and scaramouche just broke, gasping sobs leaving his lips as drool slipped out of his mouth and onto the floor.

His hair was let go by you and he slumped down a little bit due to the loss of tension.

"Scaramouche," he could vaguely recognize your voice through his muddled mind. "Look at me."

You were speaking, he could hear you, but he couldn't comprehend what you were saying. It wasn't until a hand gripped his chin and angled his face towards you that he was able to focus on something. The rest of the world blurred out as he focused on your face and your face alone. When you saw the glossy look in his eyes, indicating how lost in his mind he was become, you softened your tone.

"I suppose it would be too much to expect you to listen. At least not when you're as mindless as you are right now." You offered false sympathy as you lightly shook his head with your fingers that were gripping his chin.

"Y'know many people complain about the words you spew out. About how you're too rude, too condescending, too arrogant." One of your fingers traced the glossiness of his lips as you spoke before dipping into his mouth and running over his tongue, coating your fingers with his saliva. "Afterall, this is what got you in this position in the first place."

"I guess I'm going to have to make it to where you won't be able to speak for a while."

The next thing Scaramouche was able to distantly recognize was the feeling of something soft on his tongue. His tongue moved at the pressure and felt around the new intrusion in his mouth. He was rewarded with a small moan that left your lips. For the first time you placed a gentle and delicate hand on his head which caused Scaramouche to lean forward, pressing against it and seeking out for that comfort.

"ah - ack," Scaramouche was interrupted with a garbled cough as he pressed forward trying to chase the comfort of your hand on his head, unintentionally pushing your cock deeper into the tight cavern of his throat. Even with the coughing and the obvious fluttering of his throat, you refused to pull out, opting to hold him still and force him to get used to the feeling of your length down his throat.

You gave him a few seconds to try and calm down until the majority of the coughing subsided. Scaramouche squirmed, his hands aching to come and rest against you but all that did was ignite a slight burning in the skin around his wrist due to him straining against the rope.

You pulled back a fraction but still kept the head of your cock in his mouth. Scaramouche eagerly sucked in as much air as possible, his chest heaving with his deep breaths.

Deeming he had enough time to situate himself you tightened the grip in his hair, "Be good for me and maybe I'll let you come afterwards."

That was all the warning he got before you pushed his head forward and thrusted your hips as well. With the first thrust, you only fed him half of your cock before pulling back a little and thrusting once more, this time forcing it all the way down his throat. He squirmed and tried to pull back instinctively due to the pressure in his throat, but you held firm. You kept him against your pelvis, his nose grazing your lower stomach before loosening your grip in his hair, letting him pull back just enough to where he could breath.

You slowly thrusted into his mouth one more time until his lips were at your base before pulling out. You did this a few times before you finally started to speed up. Scaramouche was unable to focus on using his tongue or suctioning his lips, but you didn't seem to mind, happily fucking up into his mouth. Instead of worrying about that he just adverted his eyes up to your face and tried to focus on that - wanting to see that you were feeling pleasure from your harsh treatment. However, this was deemed nearly impossible due to the tears that were welling up and trickling down his cheeks.

Glug, glug, glug, gurgling sounds filled the room along with soft moans that left your lips. Looking down you had to still your hips to stop from coming. Scaramouches eyes were unfocused and glossy and his lower face was covered in cum, drool, snot, and saliva. You could tell by the way he stopped struggling against your hold that he had finally fallen into that submissive headspace.

The loss of fullness in his throat led to scaramouche blinking away his tears and trying to look at you, afraid that he had done something wrong. Hurriedly, he had stuck his tongue out and tried to lick around the part of your cock that remained in his mouth. To appease you he even tried to swallow more of your cock, until it once again touched the back of throat. Despite the small convulses in his body he did not try to move away.

"Fuck... you're killing me here." You had let go of the tight grip you had in his hair and instead rested your hand on top of his head. You took a few deep breaths in order to push down your arousal.

Once you calmed yourself down, you pulled your hips back a small bit before shallowing thrusting back in. You were gentler this time around, not making it to where he violently choked against you. Instead, you set a steady rhythm. With each thrust you would still yourself at the back of this throat for a few seconds to feel the convulsions of his throat. You would finally pull back once he started to turn a little red in the face. You kept this going until you felt the familiar twinge of arousal in your lower stomach.

"Shit," Your hips picked up their pace. "Be good for me and swallow."

Scaramouche flinched at the first taste that spurted onto his tongue before he eagerly swallowed it down. He struggled to swallow it all and instead some flowed out of the side of his mouth. You kept him held against your stomach before pulling back and taking yourself out of his mouth.

Scaramouche's throat was burning from the rough treatment, and he had hunched forward coughing.

It took a moment before he realized he was being moved. One moment he was situated on his knees and the next thing he knew he was face down on the ground. His muscles burned at the new position; his weight was now resting directly on his knees, and he tried to move them but was unable to do more than scooch them. He rested his cheek against the floor and shivered at the coolness which was in direct contrast to the heat that was run rampage in his body.

"haah.. plea-ase," His voice cracked when he felt your fingers replace the tentacle that was previously shoved up his ass. There wasn't as much of a stretch but the fact that you were now touching him instead of a tentacle caused his body to shake.

When you entered three fingers into him, he reflexively grinded back against them, desperately wanting to feel them hit that one spot inside him that always set his body aflame. You didn't reprimand him for that and instead let him do some of the work, opting to just curl your fingers.

"nghhahh, there, right there." he cried out, but his voice was so hoarse and choppy that you could barely make out what he was saying. Even as he kept thrusting back and getting his prostate hit, you weren't allowing him to cum. That damned tentacle that was in his urethra and the rope that was tied around his balls was constricting him. "pleasepleaseplease - out. Need it out," he wailed, and his body was trembling so violently that you were worried he would pull a muscle.

You pulled your fingers out of him and wrapped them around his thighs and gently massaged them. He whined at the loss of touch, but his body unconsciously relaxed under your fingers that were pushing into the muscle on his thighs. You kept doing that until he became pliant once more and was not at a risk of harming himself.

"Relax," you cooed, moving to grip both of his cheeks with your hands and spread them. A small chuckle passed your lips when you saw his hole gaping and fluttering.

"cant." He gasped out. "hurts... need t' cum. please plea - ahh!" A throaty scream escaped his lips when he felt your tongue lick around his rim. You moved to kiss his cheek and traveled kisses and licks up his spine until you reached his neck. Your fingers traced the intricate ropes before tugging them and forcing his upper body off the ground. You continued to pull until he was once more on sat up on his knees but now, he had his back pressed against your chest.

Your cock situated itself right in between his ass cheeks and you rutted against him. "Want to cum?" It was a teasing question.

Scaramouche weakly nodded. "please. 'm sorry, I wont - I won't" his throat was burning through his pleads and in some distant part of his mind he knew he should not be talking anymore but he couldn't bring himself to worry about it. "won't talk back, wont be rude. prom-promise."

You both knew this was lie and that in a few days' time he will be the same condescending and rude concubine he always is but right now at this moment, he completely believed what he is saying.

"Promise," you decided to play along.

"Promise," he whined out.

"Alright. You're done with your punishment. I suppose you should get your reward."

He felt the slickness of the tentacles leave his entire body. All that is left from them was a trail of wetness that left goosebumps rising in their wake. The second you pulled it out of his urethra a scream left his lips. His hips tried to buck away from the feeling but he couldn't. All those previous denied orgasms that were pushed back due to the tentacle stopping them came rushing over him tenfold. His cock spurted out load after load and it felt like a never-ending pleasure to him that was becoming painful. His body shook uncontrollably against your hold. He wasn't sure how it felt like he was still cumming, his hole gaping and spasming.

It took a while for his body to calm down and even then, he was still having shaking. One of your hands had wrapped around his waist and rested on his stomach and was rubbing small circles onto it. In his twitching, the hands behind his back had grazed your cock a few times and despite your own arousal pressing against him you were well aware that he could be too sensitive to deal with anything else.

Scaramouche had felt the twitching of your own cock against his back and fingers. Despite the oversensitivity in his body, he still craved for the closeness of you inside him. He could handle one more, he wanted to feel you inside of him this time instead of the sliminess of the tentacle.

"s'okay," he managed to whisper out. At the same time one of his hands clumsily grasped your cock. His thumb ran over the tip (or at least tried to) before struggling to position it at his entrance.

You raised an eyebrow, "You sure?"

He eagerly nodded, "please."

You positioned yourself at his entrance and was able to easily sink into him. The breath was knocked out of Scaramouche and a loud keen left his lips and his back arched. Once you were completely sheathed inside him you let out a shuddering breath as he twitched sporadically around you. You knew this would be a short round, Scaramouche would probably be able to cum one more time before his body would no longer be able to handle anything else.

You pulled out only a small amount before shallowly thrusting into him, trying not to hit his prostate just yet. With each thrust, small uh - uh - uh's passed through his lips. Even with these shallows thrust he felt his stomach tighten. His orgasm was building and embarrassingly quickly too. His crying only got louder because he knew he couldn't hang on anymore.

"c-cumming," he managed to wheeze out. His whole body became tense and he squeezed down on your own cock. You let out a groan of your own, a small orgasm wracking through your body. It wasn't overly strong but it did not bother you. Scaramouche's on the other hand was strong, too strong. His mouth fell open in a silent scream and his body had convulsed before he fell completely slack, mind falling in and out of consciousness.

He felt the tension of the rope released from his body. He was distantly aware that he was falling forward but he couldn't make his body move. He didn't hit the ground and instead fell right into your arms. He first recognized your scent and unconsciously nuzzled into your chest wanting to be surrounded by the smell. He felt a new pressure around his body but this time instead of the coarseness of rope he felt the softness of skin as you wrapped your arms around him.

You sat down on the ground and situated yourself before moving him into a more comfortable position on your lap. One hand came up to run through his tangled-up hair whilst the other took to wiping away all the dried up cum and drool. You couldn't do a perfect job with just your hand, but you managed to clear up some so that it was not sticking onto his face.

Scaramouche was letting out small puffs of air that had undertones of wheezes in them, showcasing how well used his throat was.

You should get one of the servants to make him a tea, you thought while your hand left his jaw and mindlessly went to rub his throat.

Scaramouche opened his lips but strained to say something, anything but he couldn't due to the throbbing in his throat from his crying and your treatment of it. He unconsciously squirmed away from the hand at his throat.

You were befuddled before realizing that he thought you were going to start another round since you usually place your hand on his throat during sexual encounters. Quickly moving your hand to his shoulder, your cooed at him and brought him closer to you.

"shh, it's alright you're all done." He lost the last bit of tension in his body and slumped against you. "You did so good for me." If he had the energy, he would have preened at your words but all he could managed was a shaky smile.

Neither of you moved from your position on the floor for a while. It wasn't until you felt his breath even out and his body become pliant that you decided to stand up. You kept him in your arms as you carried him to the joining bathroom. He let out small sounds at the jostling but did not open his eyes. You carefully settled him on one of the cushions set aside the tub and used magic to start the tub.

Once it was filled up and at an appropriate temperature you carefully maneuver him into the tub making sure not to aggravate any of the rope burns. You did not join him and instead, once he was settled, let go of him and went to stand up. At the loss of your touch Scaramouche couldn't help the panic that welled up inside him. His eyes snapped open and one of his hands weakly clutched onto your arm.

"Do - " He winced as the pain in his throat finally settled in. He wanted to tell you not to leave him, but he couldn't. You could see the despair in his eyes and reached out to pet his head before moving to caress his cheek.

"I have to get Aether too, lovely." Even with your reassurance he didn't want you to let go of him. He shook his head and clutch onto you tighter. He wasn't jealous at this moment but instead all he could focus on was the fact that in order for you to get Aether, you would have to leave him and that caused an unimaginable amount of panic to form inside him. He did not want to be alone when he was feeling as vulnerable as he was right now.

You let out a sigh and squatted down behind the tub and ran your hand through his hair.

"You trust me, right?" you kept your tone light as you played with strands of his hair. He had his knees curled up and was resting his head against them.

He nodded without hesitation, and you couldn't help the pride that resonated in your chest.

"Then I want you to close your eyes and stay in this position for 30 seconds alright." As you were speaking, you had let your magic cast over him and mimic an embrace. You also mimicked the feeling of your hand playing with his hair. Once you felt confident in your spell, you had slowly and quietly gone to grab Aether who was still laying on the bed. His eyes blearily blinked open when you lifted him in your arms.

"Finally done with him?" He whispered but there was no malice in his tone. He was well aware that Scaramouche had gone through a tough punishment and that he would be dealing with some discomfort for a while.

You hummed in acknowledgment as you reentered the bathroom. Scaramouche was in the same position as you left him, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

The tub was more than large enough to fit the three of you, so you had place Aether in and made sure the both of them were comfortable before joining them. You made sure to sit in between them because even in their headspaces (or rather Scaramouche's, Aether seemed more well recovered) they could spiral.

Within a few minutes of joining them, you could feel weight against one of your shoulders (Aether fell asleep first) and then on the other side of your body, Scaramouche nudged under your arm so that he could lay against your chest.

#genshin au #dom reader #sub character #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #consort au #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #empress au #c:aether #c:scaramouche #sub!aether #sub scaramouche #sub aether #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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justwonder113 · 7 months

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Showering Changbin with affection

Bang Chan; Lee Know; Hyunjin; Han; Felix; Seungmin; IN;

Summary: After having the worst possible day all you want is your Binnie

Warning: reader is having mental breakdown and feels emotional. Reader and Changbin had a fight but nothing serious. Reader is gender neutral. Reader is whipped( who can blame them), shy Changbin. Word count-1321

A/N- I really hope y'all like it! I can't express how thankful I am for all the notes and reblogs, your support means everything! I really hope you'll like this one, I think you can tell Changbin has been bias wrecking me a lot these days. I'll try to write new parts as soon as I can. If you have any requests feel free to tell🩷

Today couldn't have been any worse. It was like everyone went the opposite way you wanted it to go. It felt as if luck had turned it's back on you. You couldn't even count how many times you got close to having mental breakdown and fullblown anxiety attack. All you wanted to do was to go home, get under the covers and cry your eyes out. Maybe after that you could nap, for at least 24 hours.

Truth be told, there was something you wanted more than being bundled up in your bed. It was to be in your boyfriends arms right now, to feel his presence near you, to have him close. But it wasn't as easy as it sounded. First of all, you two had a fight earlier, about something you didn't even remember. You two had said your sorrys but things were still a little tense between you. Blame it on your pride and pettiness, your small fight got out of hand pretty quickly and both of you said things that you didn't mean, and sorrys just couldn't cut it. You both needed time.

And even if you two hadn't thought, you wouldn't be able to see him, because of his busy schedule. God it was hard sometimes dating an idol. The best he could do probably right now was to call you.

Walking into your house, you couldn't help but sign with relief. You quickly, discarded your wet clothes, because yes, it also had to rain to day, the day you didn't have your umbrella with you. A shiver ran down your spine at the touch of cold air against your skin. You quickly went to shower to warm up and prevent yourself from catching cold.

After long steamy shower, which almost managed to wash your stress away, you quickly got dressed into your fluffiest pyjamas and got under the covers. Your empty stomach growled in protest, as if aware you were planning to sleep without eating anything, but you still chose to ignore it. You really didn't have the energy to concern yourself with that. All you wanted to do was to sleep.

You grabbed your Dwaekki and held it close to your chest, as if that was enough to replace your boyfriend, and that's when the dam broke. You couldn't help but cry your heart out, everything was stressing you, even just simply breathing felt like it was too hard to do, like it took too much energy, just existing seemed beyond hard. You really needed your Binnie, your rock, your everything.

You were so busy crying your soul out, you didn't even hear your door opening, didn't even feel the smell of your favorite takeout, didn't even hear soft steps approaching your bed. You were bought back to reality when you felt your bed dip and familiar voice of your boyfriend called out your name softly filled with concern.

Throwing all thoughts aside you three yourself at him and engulfed him in the biggest, tightest hug ever. It caught Changbin by surprise but he quickly came back to his senses and wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you so close to him you were now sat in his lap. The second you felt his warmth engulf you, the second the familiar scent filled your nose, the second you realized it was your Changbin holding you this tight, you finally felt whole again. The tears still kept streaming down your face and blurred your sight but now they were out of pure joy, no longer from pain and torment you felt earlier. "Binnie" you sobbed out his name, wanting to sort everything out between you, but talking seemed like an impossible task in your state. Changbin kissed your temple, his right hand shifted from your waist and started stroking you from between your shoulder blades down your spine. The urge to just melt between his arms kept getting stronger and stronger by second, his touch sent shivers down your spine. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of your ribcage at the mere sight of him. Your whole body had ignited you were not sure Changbin understood just what he meant for you, what he did to you, and you were not sure you would be able to ever tell tell him with words.

"Breathe for me pretty baby" Changbin kept muttering against your temple, while occasionally pressing soft kisses against it, "that's it, good job sweetie." Whetherbthe possibility of a human melting into a puddle was possible you would find out any given second now.

After god knows how many minutes after you finally managed and got yourself together. "You good baby?! Wanna tell me what happened?" Changbin asked after he noticed you were no longer shaking.

"I'm good baby," your voice came out dry and strained, Changbin quickly leaned away and reached for the water bottle you had on your bedside table. Only after chugging it down you realized how thirsty you had been. "Sorry you must be tired. It's just..." You took a deep breath, not trusting your voice to come out steady, "today was just the worst." Changbin hugged you tightly and hid your face in the crook of his neck, knowing it comforted you, you immediately relaxed into the hug. "Nonsense baby" you only now realized how tired he sounded, "Don't apologize, you didn't nothing wrong." Hearing him say this brought fresh Waves of emotion over you.

"I missed you!" You couldn't help but bawl, "let's not fight anymore!" He huffed out laugh after hearing your dramatic outburst. He kissed your shoulder gently, after a second or two he put his finger under your chin and made you look at him. He looked at you with such tender eyes,you got concerned again you would melt into a puddle. This boy was bad for your heart, but at the same time you were sure you would choose him over the oxygen any time of the day, any given second.

"I'm sorry I was distant baby" his voice bought you down to earth, "I thought you would want some space, I was such a dick to you I'm really sorry "

"No baby, it's okay please don't apologize" you were back to your senses, your hands found their way on his soft warm cheeks, your heart squeezing at the sight of seeing him distressed.

"I'm still sad I wasn't here for you when you needed me." Still stubborn as always, you couldn't help but smile.

"What do you mean? You're here"You gave him the warmest smile. Changbin melted against you and brought your body even closer as if to show you just how much he also missed you.

"My baby, my Binnie" you started humming between kisses you couldn't help but litter all over. You pecked his cheeks, his jaw, his chin, his nose, his forehead, intentionally missing his lips. You couldn't help but beam after seeing him giddily smile at you, looking cute all flushed up. Pink looked adorable on him, it made it impossible to resist him, how was he so precious?

"Baby..." you stopped your attack on his neck when you heard him whine adorably. You still sat on his lal, his hands held onto your hips so tightly you were sure it would leave marks if he held on like that even more. "Kiss me please!" A teasing grin spread through your face. "But I'm already kissing you" you mused, playing with his soft locks. Changbin pouted at you looking unimpressed with your comment. "You know what I mean," he huffed, then looked at you with pleading eyes , he seemed almost as eager for you as you were for him, "please?"

Who were you to deny your pretty boy. You gently grabbed his face and leaned in to give him the softest, most tender kiss ever all of your worries long forgotten.

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betterfettered · 11 months

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Hello! I hope you’re doing alright! Is it ok if I ask for the brothers’ reaction to their darling dying during childbirth?

Their attitudes towards their darling’s pregnancy is sort of a mixed bag already which makes me wonder, would they obsess over their child and sort of see them as their last piece of darling or would they hate their child and blame them for darling’s death?

Thank you in any case!

Hello hello anon anon! I hope you're staying cool. I have been sweating like a pig since mid may so even wearing makeup is hard because it runs so much.

As I mentioned before I don't have much experience with this topic so I hope you enjoy it. Let me know if you disagree with me, I'd love to hear your thoughts <3 (AFAB!reader x AMAB!yandere)(grief)(child neglect/abuse)(absentee parent)(18+ readers only please, mdni)[Abuse and neglect are inexcusable in real life. Children always deserve a nurturing, loving home where they feel safe and valued.]

Yandere!Lucifer is most likely going to torment his child as a result, unfortunately. Much like how he treated Belphie in the first game, when he's emotionally overwhelmed he falls back on what is proper and what can be considered as respectable as possible. So he'd be strict with the child and want them to exceed what every other child is doing at the time. However, I don't think he can maintain this kind of mentality. It gets to a breaking point with him where he has to honor his emotions, so I think that once it's clear this isn't working and hurting everyone including him he'd be willing to try and reconsider how he's been dealing with your death and the child.

Also, because he would probably be responsible for children in a few of the below scenarios (lolll), he'd be much, much more lenient and caring with a kid that wasn't his and didn't come from the death of his darling. He'd be a good surrogate father, even if he is a little distant.

Yandere!Mammon would be very, very unwell and probably not able to pay much attention to the child. His typical way to cope is either crying or making jokes about it, but he doesn't have enough tears to cry and can't find a way to laugh at you passing. I think it would take him a few years to be able to be consistently present with the child, but when he did he would try to treasure them as a remainder of you.

Yandere!Levi would probably not want anything to do with the child for five or ten years. They are a personification of his own hell, because they took your attention and presence from him just like he knew they would. He would blame them, I think, but once the child started to reflect your habits and your looks, he would be drawn to them and try to be in their life more. He's pretty negative but not necessarily bitter, so when he eventually tries to bond with the child I think he will be caring and sweet.

Yandere!Satan wouldn't voluntarily give up his child but would likely revert to only being able to feel rage, so they would be taken from him by his brothers. He's not emotionally articulate in the first place so trying to express the massive grief of losing you would exceed his capabilities and just become a lot of destructive, painful wrath. Lucifer will likely parent the baby until Satan can calm down -- and who knows how long that will take? -- but once he was able to be with the child, I think he would really, really do as much as he could for them, researching how to parent and what to do at every point. Even if he doesn't have the words for it, he mostly would see the kid as a testament to his love for you so he'd try to love them perfectly. At first he'd probably be too harsh and too strict, but I actually think he'd course correct sooner than Lucifer would.

Yandere!Asmodeus is the least likely, in my opinion, to end up parenting because I think your death would actually break him. Yan Asmo has managed to smooth over every part of your unhealthy relationship with him by ignoring or reinterpreting it through his delusions, but there isn't really a way for him to be delusional about you being dead. I think he'd be very deeply, personally changed, and it's hard to tell if or how he would recover from it. I think that in the case he did recover he'd be so different from the experience that he'd be rebuilding his personality in conjunction with the kid's development. He probably would never be the same old Asmo.

Yandere!Beelzebub is the most likely of all of them to rise to the challenge and stay parenting the child. Duty is really important to him, considering how seriously he takes protecting Lucifer and the other brothers despite that not being his job any more. He has always imagined parenting a family with you, so if you're not around to make that happen it means he needs to work twice as hard at it himself. Of course, he'd struggle with the grief of it, but your memory would be motivating to him.

Yandere!Belphegor would try his hardest to take care of the child, but he likely wouldn't be able to do it all by himself. He's spoiled and not used to doing anything really difficult, so when he gets really overwhelmed by grief he'd have to rely on the others to help him. Because he'd always be doing his best, as the years passed and the grief became easier to handle, he'd be a better and better dad. I think he's the most likely to use it against the child in an argument when they are older, but he would try to apologize almost immediately (and then probably need help to actually properly apologize).

A little somber, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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goforth-ladymidnight · 2 months

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On ACOTAR Faeries and Names

For some reason, SJM undoes most, if not all, of traditional faerie lore in her books. (I haven't read TOG or CC so I can't comment on those.) The cynical part of me thinks it's because faeries can be difficult to write well, therefore she took the easy route; the more forgiving part of me thinks it's because she set out to explore why humans believed certain myths about faeries, but then lost interest as she spent more and more time in the realm of the Night Court. (Side note: I find it odd that SJM chose to emphasize that the Illyrians are NOT really faeries, whether High or "lesser". I honestly wonder why that is.) Regardless, there's nothing very faerie about SJM's High Fae, etc. except for their ethereal beauty and pointed ears and the fact that they can do magic, I guess.

I've already written about Aging and Lying when it comes to ACOTAR's Faeries, and I thought I'd touch on another aspect of faerie lore that SJM chooses to ignore. (Heh, that rhymes.)

Names.

His [Rhysand's] eyes shifted to my face. “What’s your name, love?” Giving him my name—and my family name—would lead only to more pain and suffering. He might very well find my family and drag them into Prythian to torment, just to amuse himself. But he could steal my name from my mind if I hesitated for too long. Keeping my mind blank and calm, I blurted the first name that came to mind, a village friend of my sisters’ whom I’d never spoken to and whose face I couldn’t recall. “Clare Beddor.” My voice was nothing more than a gasp. ~ACOTAR ch. 26

Clare and her family are killed because Rhys revealed that name to Amarantha, even though he admitted later (in the next book) that he thought she made it up. So, Feyre's fears were not unfounded, but once she is Under the Mountain with everyone else, she is still reluctant to give her name when Amarantha asks for it.

Lucien is even brought forward and refuses to give away Feyre's name. For his defiance, Amarantha orders Rhysand to shatter his mind before Feyre finally gives in and shouts her name for everyone to hear. The Lady of Autumn even repays her sacrifice by helping her with one of Amarantha's "household tasks".

What is the sacrifice, though? It would seem that the only reason Amarantha wants to know her name is because Feyre knows hers, and wants to address her "properly":

“Feyre,” Amarantha said, testing my name, the taste of the two syllables on her tongue. “An old name—from our earlier dialects. Well, Feyre,” she said. I could have wept with relief when she didn’t ask for my family name. “I promised you a riddle.” ~ACOTAR ch. 35

In traditional faerie lore, it is said that names have power, so giving a faerie your name gives them power over you. (It is important to note that they cannot take anything from you. It has to be given.)

There is a scene in Hayao Miyazaki's animated classic in which the young protagonist Chihiro signs a contract to work for the sorceress Yubaba. In a beautifully animated sequence, her signature floats away and into Yubaba's waiting palm. She literally signed away her name. Chihiro is then given a new name in exchange: Sen. By the next day, she has already forgotten her original name and her purpose (freeing her enchanted parents). It is only when another ensorcelled young man gives her the bundle of her old clothes with a card in the pocket (with her name written on it) that she remembers who she was, and why she's there.

I just think it could have been very interesting to give Feyre a similar plotline in ACOTAR. By giving Amarantha her name, she no longer has it, and can no longer remember it. (And since the story is told in first person, it's easier to convey.)

How she gets her name back could be handled in one of two ways: Lucien gives back her name like the true friend he is, or she doesn't remember it until the very end.

If we explore the second option, this is what I'm thinking: Amarantha sought to break Feyre in mind, body, and spirit. The one thing she could never take from Feyre was her love for Tamlin.

“I love you,” I said. “No matter what she says about it, no matter if it’s only with my insignificant human heart. Even when they burn my body, I’ll love you.” My lips trembled, and my vision clouded before several warm tears slipped down my chilled face. I didn’t wipe them away. ~ACOTAR ch. 43

In my Faeries and Lying essay (linked above), I think it would have been more powerful for Amarantha to want Feyre to admit to lying about her love for Tamlin. In the same vein, I think it would be that much more impactful for Feyre to admit that even if she does not know her own name, she knows she loves Tamlin, and that's enough.

It's the one thing Amarantha couldn't take from her. It's the reason Feyre went Under the Mountain in the first place. And most importantly, it's the answer to the riddle. Love. And that's enough.

#my essays #sjm critical #the farther we get from the first book #the less magical it gets #acotar is a better standalone book #acotar worldbuilding #missed opportunities

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aphroditelovesu · 7 months

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You can make a love letter from yandere Elijah Mikaelson where he expresses his jealousy towards his brother Klaus, because he has a relationship with the woman he loves and they are starting a family since his beloved has just given birth to his niece Hope and Elijah is jealous of the family that Klaus formed with his beloved and Elijah wishes he were in his brother's place.

author's note: this is very specific... And I love it ❤️

Dear (Y/N),

I don't even know why I'm writing this letter because I know I won't send it, but I need to get rid of these bad feelings somehow and writing was the way that attracted me the most. I write this letter with a heavy heart, a tormented soul, and an anguish that can no longer be contained.

My destiny is linked to yours in a way that transcends all barriers. I love you with an intensity that cannot be ignored, a love that burns more fiercely with each passing day.

My heart is torn to witness the happiness you share with my brother, Klaus. He, who always knew how to get hold of everything he desired, now possesses not only your heart but also the precious gift of the family that you brought into the world. Little Hope is a constant reminder of the life you've built together, and it's impossible for me not to feel envy, not to feel the bitter taste of jealousy.

I can't help but imagine how different it would be if I were in Klaus' shoes. If I were the man with whom you shared your life, your dreams, and your children. Believe me, I would do anything to be that child's father, to wake up every morning by your side, to be the one to warm your heart.

Forgive me for expressing my feelings in such an intense and obsessive way. You deserve only joy and love, and I owe you the truth. I promise to keep this pain stored in the deepest corner of my soul, and I will continue to be the loyal and protective uncle and friend I have always been.

With eyes filled with tears that I will never dare to shed in front of you, I wish you, Klaus, and Hope all the peace and joy you deserve.

With deepest love and regret,

Elijah Mikaelson.

#yandere love letter #love letter #the originals #to #yandere the originals #yandere to #yandere elijah mikaelson #yandere elijah mikaelson x reader #yandere elijah mikaelson love letter #elijah mikaelson x reader #kinda sorta

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greenflamedwriter · 9 months

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Roleplay to a whole new level

Pairings: Airplane/Cucumber

Cumplane AU: What happens if...Shang Qinghua transmigrated as Luo Binghe and became the protagonist, and then ends up going through PIDW but changing it up and ends up sticking a middle finger because "Fuck you I'm the protagonist!" to the system. Although it's not that great, Luo Binghe goes through so much pain and harship and gets beaten up all the time especially by Elder hammer! This sucks!

And Shen Qingqiu is such a Sadist! And yet, Luo Binghe [Qinghua] Can't even get mad, he wrote the scum villain and may have accidently made it worse, he tends to speak outloud when he goes in his daze.

So Shen Qingqiu just see's this usualy smiley annoying disciple look at him with a strange expression on his face, as if he's possesed it freaked Shen Qingqiu out for a moment.

"I feel sorry for you. Nothing has been fair and you fought so hard and it feels as if you havn't progressed at all..."

Shen Qingqiu stiffened, that hit a bit too close to home so of course, he ended up punishing Luo Binghe for 'speaking out of term' But by ignoring Ning Yingying, and forced to follow the rules of the system couldn't do anything. But learned he CAN remove OC protocal so thats great! And by stealing a better manual and hid it in his crappy one, he ended up stealing Ming Fans and swapping it with another disciples and stole theirs.

So now Ming Fan was yelling at them wondering why they had his manual and they denied it but with theirs missing ended up getting in trouble. Luo Binghe snickered flipping through the better manual and ended up improving in his cultivation!

Of course he was doxed points for course correction god dammit!

So when he fell into the abyss, he figured it can't get any worse. But he had one thing to keep him going.

Mobei-Jun, after this protocal maybe he can go by his draft! Mobei-Jun and Luo Binghe had a slow burn romance while Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu were supposed to be their parralell of two broken men along with the quiet men who encourage their crappy behaviour.

Mobei-Jun was supposed to call Binghe out on his bullshit eventually and be his most harshest critic but he only did it because he cared he loved Luo Binghe and wanted what was best for him and disaproved of his actions. And Luo Binghe hated it at first not seeing it for the what it was. Just assuming he was like Shen Qingqiu just another one to tell him what to do.

But after all the times Mobei-Jun saves him and vice versa, Luo Binghe see's the love this cold beauty has and sometimes its hard to understand him especially as the Northern demons look down on love and theres some denial in there. God so much stuff- but his happy ending was coming all those plots for the 'wives' were actually adventures of Binghe and Mobei-Jun! He was so excited, to finally have this happy ending after all the suffering he's been through the pain and torment he was going to be gifted his own himbo male wife and it was going to be amazing!

So...imagining his horror when he beats up Mobei-Jun as the syste wants to complete the story, of Mobei-Jun swearing his allegiance to Luo Binghe and be his right hand man.

And after beating up Mobei-Jun and having his loyalty Luo Binghe realised something was off...then it was revealed that Mobei-Jun was a transmigrator!

He...he didn't get his cold beauty who was devoted to Luo Binghe insead a sneering man- Cucumber bro, the anti-fan who despises Airplane but adores Luo Binghe? He's getting whiplash from this fellow transmigrator who has his own system.

He beats Binghe up, abuses him because of his garbage story but then he grabs his tear streaked face and bruised cheeks and scowls, how dare the man be beautiful even when he was angry!?

"Luo Binghe is too handsome and pitiful and has suffered so much but knowing your the author makes me want to bully you more!"

Why!?!?! This was too pitiful for someone like airplane! He didn't want to make a trash story! he just wanted his happy ending!

And to think it couldn't get any worse.

It was strange that Cucumber loved Luo Binghe and was obessed with him, but he was in such denial! Their happy ever after was just a pipe dream...

Or was it?

When Luo Binghe forget during a mission that Xin Mo needed dual cultivation receives a backlash and almost dies, when he woke up, memory foggy he sat up naked and grimaced feeling a sharp pain up his backside. "What?"

He froze as he felt someone shift beside him and saw Mobei-Jun lying on the bed next to him...naked. Did they- did they just-!?

"Shut up, this King wouldn't just let you die."

Luo Binghe was oddly touched his mouth repressing a smile as tears streamed down his face "My king!" He leapt onto the larger men peppering his face with kisses, and Mobei-Juns face flushed blue "Get off!" He slapped his arm but instead moved his body to hold Luo Binghe more secure against him.

It wasn't what he expected but he got that happy ending after all!

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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Could you please expand on your Shuggy post, specifically on who you think really stagnated more during their time apart? (Ignoring the obvious) Thanks!

Okay SORRY for not replying sooner. I just had a lot of asks and I didn't know how to start with this one, lmfao. I needed a second to think about this.

Right now I'm just thinking about that one thing about "If Buggy is in his bad timeline, Shanks is too" thing, and how they both probably went through the same (not quite the same but yeah) pain when they separated. The pain Buggy suffers tells him to keep going and be better and prove something to people, so even if he got stuck in the past thinking about what Shanks did and it still torments him, I think he was the first one to try and move on. Well, actually I think that's exactly how it goes. Buggy's pain comes from actively leaving Shanks and he misses him but he doesn't regret what he did, and he spends years moving on from that even if he's still bitter about it. He's learning to do it. So even if his heart stayed in the past, he's actively doing things to move on. Shanks, on the other hand? I think it's the obvious answer, right, but- I just think he stayed in the past more in the sense of being left alone without an answer. I don't want to bring Taylor Swift into this, but "Right Where You Left Me" is a great song for Shanks because Buggy left him suddenly and without any explanation. At least not a real one, because the Devil Fruit thing is just an excuse and I think Shanks knows. He just doesn't know exactly what happened that day. Shanks was hesitant to continue Roger's path and legacy and go for the One Piece right away. Imo, it's because of something Roger said or just the personal realization of "Fuck, this is huge and we're too young and weak for now". And if you add the layer of Buggy leaving him? Yeah. I think his soul and mentality stayed right at that moment for a loooong time and moving on for Shanks is kind of like stepping forward to the future but actually never letting go of the past and wanting to make amends with it even if he can't. But he doesn't want to forget, instead, he tries to see the past more fondly and not so much like a painful memory (doesn't work). Buggy does, though. He does want to forget, because if the past is what makes Shanks want to keep going, it's the past that stops Buggy from growing. But then again, the past also is what makes Buggy want to grow because his whole thing comes from revenge and jealousy and feeling inferior, yadda yadda yadda. So basically they're both idiots who don't want to let go of the past for different reasons. Idk if that makes sense. And I know it was the most basic answer ever because Shuggy shippers have been talking about this for God's knows how many years now, but y'know what I mean. The quickest answer to the question is Shanks, btw, although I think that personality-wise, it's Buggy who has stayed the same until the recent manga events. Shanks at least grew into what seems to be a more mature and serious version of himself. He's more straightforward now. Still a fucking idiot but, y'know. Buggy however still hides behind a facade and he didn't seem to want to believe in himself until chapter 1082. But if you mean "their time apart" as in "the earlier years since they separated" I think Shanks took things more calmly while Buggy tried to rush things.

#is this what you meant btw ??? bc i had a hard time understanding the question and idk what you meant exactly #and also i hope this post makes sense bc i've been having conflicts with myself trying to write this #one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #shuggy

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be-with-me-so-happily · 1 year

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Chapter 8

Series Summary: There are moments in our lives that have a major impact. The interactions, the adventures, and the love, all make up who we are. But when Harry can't remember those moments with YN, they are both left wondering what that means for themselves and their relationship.

Chapter Summary: This is (again) from Harry's point of view. Now that he remembers it all, how does he handle the reality that he may have lost everything?

Thanks for sticking around even though I broke most of your hearts with the last chapter.

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Chapter Warnings: Some explicit language (of course), mention of mild depression, mention of brain injury, jealousy, scheming, lots of songs, and angst

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"No one will know!" Harry chuckles, a giant smirk unapologetically stretching across his face, caving his dimples deep into his cheeks.

"I will know!" YN exclaims, raising her palms up to rest across her reddening cheeks.

"That's fine with me…" He replies. "It is about you after all."

She lets out a giggle, biting her lip as she coyly looks into his eyes with the ones he can always get lost in.

"So which one is it?"

"What?"

"Do I taste like strawberries? Or watermelon?"

Harry walks up to YN, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her closer, instantly feeling her warmth.

"Sweet." He shrugs, unable to fully put into words what he experiences during that specific, intimate moment. "You just taste sweet."

She wraps her arms around his neck, her gaze putting him in a trance, as she looks down at his lips.

"How many other songs have you written about me?"

His cheek color begins to match hers, and his gaze drops down to her own pink lips. He is definitely gone for her.

"All of them." He responds, watching as her eyes light up, like she could guide his way through the dark. "All of my new songs are about you."

Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture. Harry thought all the torment had reached its peak before this, but he is completely broken now. YN is happy. He had wanted that for her. He had just hoped it would be with him. Now more than ever, he wishes she was happy with him.

His entire week since that night at the bar has been filled with crying, sleeping, and writing. He now has page after page of songs about her. So many songs. Maybe too many songs, but he can't help it. He really is pouring his heart out at this point, what little bit he has left.

Baby, you are the love of my life

Maybe, you don't know it's lost til you find it

It's not what I want, to leave you behind

Don't know where you'll land when you fly

But, baby, you are the love of my life

There is a subtle knock on the bedroom door, which Harry almost misses. Or more truthfully, he wants to ignore. He has become comfortable drowning in his sadness, letting it take him under. He tries to convince himself it has to do with the creative process of getting his feelings down with ink on paper. That's not totally true. He believes this is his penance, his punishment for being an idiot. But mostly, he has come to believe that the pain from all of this is the only thing he has left of YN. So, the knock at the door and the expectation to open it is unwelcome, with the potential to disrupt everything he's feeling at this moment. However, it slowly opens nonetheless and he looks over to see Gemma walking in with a sympathetic expression plastered all over her face.

"Hey." She mutters, walking towards his bed. Her eyes suddenly shoot over to his nightstand, finding a view of the engagement ring that Harry can't seem to put away. If he is going to be tortured, he might as well encompass himself in it fully.

"Mum… told me what's happened." She mutters again, sitting down next to him on the bed, just like she used to during their childhood, when he was hurting in some way. Her sight then switches over to the journals laying next to him, picking up the open one closest to her and flipping through the recently inked pages. "Shit, Harry."

"Pathetic, right?" He responds, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. "In my twenties, wallowing in depression, and writing songs about all my heartache."

"No. It's not pathetic. It's anything but pathetic, actually. It's what you do. It's cathartic. You were in lov-"

"I am still in love." He interrupts, correcting her terminology so she understands how he still truly feels. The love came back. More accurately, it never actually went away. It just hid itself in the depths of his mind and frustratingly didn't reveal itself until the most inopportune moment. A moment too late.

"Right." She nods, dropping her gaze to the floor as she sighs. "I'm sorry."

"Not your fault, Gem. It's all mine." His gaze drops down, mimicking hers, also followed by his own disappointed exhale. He might never get rid of that knowledge. The guilt. He did this to YN, and inadvertently to himself. He almost wishes for another brain injury, so he can also forget all the pain he is experiencing now. But of course, if it means forgetting YN, he'd never want it. As much as he hurts, she's everything to him. And as torturing as the memories are, he doesn't want a life that is completely void of her.

"Mum says you've been cooped up here all week…" She states, bringing Harry out of yet another spiral of damning thoughts. "Let's go get some coffee or something."

"Umm…"

"C'mon, Harry. You need to get outta the house." She states, causing him to respond with a nod. As much as he wants to bunker down and hide away from the world, he knows it's not good for his mental health. It's barely hanging on by a thread as it is. He could clear his head. Even if it's for a moment. Those seem to be all he gets these days.

"Alright." He relents, taking the journal from his sister's hands and tossing it onto the bed, knowing full well that he will open it again as soon as he returns. "But… where…?"

•••

Harry follows his sister after parking her car on the side of the building, passing the market store, and stopping at the front of the Beachwood Cafe.

He's been here a few times, mainly before he met YN, and brought her a time or two as well. But they both had to agree, Way Cup was much better, and the sentiment it had for the two of them made it that much more special. Not to say they didn't visit other cafes if needed, but Way Cup was their place. Always their place.

"Oh man!" Gemma states, causing Harry to look up and fix his eyes on the piece of paper taped to the front door. "They're out of coffee."

All he can do is laugh. He won't wallow about this, and throw a pity party about how everything in his life seems to be going that way, but at this point he just isn't surprised, because it does feel true.

"What do you wanna do?" She asks, turning towards him with a look shows she is concerned he could crumble it at any moment. He feels sad that she feels like that. She shouldn't. But he supposes it isn't outrageous that she does, considering his current state.

"We can just go back home. Or…" He pauses, unsure how he feels about the suggestion he has just initiated. Does he want to say it? Or even do it? "We could go to Way Cup…"

Gemma's eyes widen subtly, but Harry picks up on her surprised reaction. He responds with a simple shrug.

"It's better coffee." He adds, certain of the truth behind that statement, but not entirely of the reason he wants to visit that particular cafe. He's beginning to think he just wants to put himself through hell. Maybe because he feels as if he deserves it. Or maybe because YN might feel that way. Or maybe, just maybe, because he could bump into her there, and they could start their fairytale all over again. Why he even has the tiniest bit of hope for that scenario, he has no idea. But he's holding onto it. However small.

•••

Just like the drive to the bar, the drive to Way Cup is just as nerve-wracking. He can't even begin to gather any words to give her, and he knows YN's probably run out of things to say. Besides, he is almost positive he will not be seeing YN this time. He takes a deep breath as he opens the door for his sister, and unintentionally does a scan of the room. His heart still wants to look for her. To find her. Even if it's pointless.

The person he finds is not YN, however, but Adhira instead. And she isn't alone. Standing next to her is the man who had YN's attention that night at BarCode. The man who gave her a hug, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and made her smile. Smile, and laugh. It's the man who made YN happy, in whatever capacity it is. He just doesn't want to know that detail.

Adhira spins around as she receives her order, clearly intending to head out the front door that Harry now stands in front of.

"Harry!" She exclaims, a bit of shock flashing across her face as her gaze flickers over to the man beside her. "Hey."

He clears the lump in his throat as he notices her do the same, and his eyes land upon the stranger. The one he wishes wasn't here but also the one he oddly wishes that he was.

"Hey, man! I'm Raj!" The man extends his hand towards Harry, who has the instant desire to reject it. But this man has done nothing wrong. Taken the attention of the woman he loves? Yes. But that's not Raj's fault. Everyone is captivated by her anyway. His selfish ex demanded the attention of everyone around her, but YN can simply draw people in naturally, and clearly this man is no exception.

"Hi, mate. I'm Harry." He responds, extending his own hand to meet for the uncomfortable exchange of pleasantries, at least on Harry's end. Yet something takes over him. Call it confidence, or jealousy, but a question begins to spill out of his mouth without his consent. "You were at the opening of BarCode, yeah?"

"Oh. Yeah. I was." Raj replies, slight confusion instantly appearing on his face.

"How'd you-" Adhira begins to say.

"So how do you know YN?" Harry asks, ignoring the touch he feels on his forearm from Gemma's hand, most likely to reign him in before anything unpleasant starts. He doesn't care about staying casual with this conversation. He won't be mean, he just wants the answers. Again, torturing himself further. It's sadistic at this point.

"Well, we…" Raj's gaze shoots over to Adhira with widened eyes and he points between the two of them. "We are cousins. So, I've known YN for a long time."

"That's nice. How well do you know her?" Harry quickly inquires, noticing Adhira's mild glare, and instantly feeling Gemma's hand squeezing his skin as she clears her throat.

"Sorry, guys, we should probably order now." Gemma states, scowling at her brother as she tries to move him along. He notices the apologetic look she gives her friend. Their friend. "I'll call you later, Addy."

As everyone begins to maneuver around each other, a small box slips from Raj's hand and hits the floor. Harry stops before his foot smashes its contents, and picks up the box, noticing three sugary baked goods inside. He knows who the extra one is for. It's guaranteed.

"Careful with those. YN will be upset if they don't serve their purpose." He states, handing it over to the man who inevitably gets to hand its contents over to the woman he loves. Now he knows that the sight of any dessert will be damning.

Raj nods and Harry begins to step towards the counter when he feels another hand, one not belonging to his sister, grip onto his shoulder. He turns to see Adhira with a deer-in-headlights expression. She's usually so direct, and sure of herself, that this reaction causes Harry to chuckle.

"What did you just say?" She asks him quietly.

A mild panic begins to set in. He had been too bold with his statements, or too aggressive with Raj. Now Adhira is pissed and of course that will get back to YN. He wishes he knew when he would stop being an idiot.

"I, umm, I thought one was for her." He replies shyly. "And she said something like that to me before… so I was just…"

"Excuse us." She states, looking between Raj and Gemma, immediately pulling Harry through the cafe and out the front door.

"Addy, m'sorry, I-"

"When did she say that to you, Harry?" She asks, her features softening so suddenly that Harry shakes his head to confirm his eyesight isn't tricking him.

"Here."

"When?"

He straightens up, worried about what she may be thinking, but also proud that he is finally able to pull from all the memories he has of YN.

"When we first met."

Adhira lets out a breath so full that Harry is certain there is no air left in her lungs.

"Oh my god." She looks up at him, gripping onto his shoulder with the hand that's void of her coffee cup. The hold on him doesn't feel like it's meant to inflict any pain. Instead, it oddly feels as if it could lift him off the ground with joy. "You remember that?"

"I remember everything." He whispers, unsure if he was loud enough for her to hear. His question is instantly answered when she wraps her arms around him and lets out an excited squeal as she pulls away.

A smile appears across his face as he notices the water beginning to form in the corner of her eyes. However, his heart begins to sink, knowing that regaining his memories doesn't do any good for him now. Especially now, with Raj around.

"Holy shit! This is fucking crazy! I mean, it's good, but, like, crazy good! When? When did this happen?"

Harry clears his throat, suddenly feeling anxiety begin to bubble up inside.

"Umm, 'bout a week ago. After the BarCode opening night. I found-" He stops himself before admitting any more. No one else knew about the ring, and it should probably stay that way. It's just him, his mum, and Gemma. Things have been complicated enough, and he selfishly wants to hold onto that knowledge so it doesn't get spoiled. Even though nothing will come of it. "I found some songs I wrote 'bout her and it all kinda just came back to me at once."

"Does she know?" She immediately asks, but Harry simply responds with a small shake of his head. "Why not?"

It really is a good question. His simple answer is that she deserves better. And that's true. The deeper part of it is that he didn't choose her when he lost his memory, a mistake he will forever regret. But he doesn't want her to be with him just because he remembers. Just as she didn't want to feel like an obligation, he doesn't want to either. He hurt her. Even with injury as an excuse, he still did that to her, and she does, truly, deserve better than that.

"I hurt her. Too much." He finally replies, dropping his gaze to the ground as that recent night flashes in front of his eyes.

"Harry, yeah, she's hurting…" Adhira grabs one of his shoulders as a frown forms between his brows. His eyes meet hers and she gives him a small smile. "But she loves you. You love her, right?"

"F'course I do!" His heart begins to race at the thought of how much he loves her. Partly because of how strong the feeling is, but also from the fear of no longer being able to express it to her. "But… I don't know if I deserve the chance."

Adhira is silent for a moment, her gaze dropping to the ground, causing Harry's chest to tighten. He's felt, for a long time now, that he has probably fucked it up too much for her to take him back, and seeing her best friend's hesitation to speak is beginning to give him that confirmation that the outcome he dreads is actually true.

"I think she deserves to know though." She finally responds, looking back up at him with a compassionate expression. He doesn't know how to feel about that. But his chest remains tight.

"I'm not going to say you'll get her back, but you need to talk to her..." She adds. "At least try to!"

Try? Their friend, YN's best friend, is suggesting he try. Maybe things with Raj aren't serious. It's only been a few weeks after all. Maybe, and only maybe, Harry does have a chance. But hope has been cruel to him before.

"How?"

Again she is silent, stepping back from him and raising her finger to her mouth as she contemplates her answer.

"Meet me at BarCode later, at like 2pm." She replies.

"Why are you helping me?" He asks, his brow furrowing again, not in anger, but confusion. She knows what he has done. She doesn't need to do this for him.

"What?" Her own baffled expression quickly appearing on her face in response. "Because you're my friend too, Harry, and you both deserve to be happy."

A breath he didn't know he was holding is released, and gratitude softly bubbles up so strongly that he could float away. Finally, he has someone to help. Someone on his side. Someone who believes he actually does deserve an opportunity and is willing to nudge that possibility along.

Finally, he lets himself feel hope.

•••

Harry takes a deep breath before knocking on the bar's front door. It opens in an hour, so the door is locked, but he doesn't have to wait too long before Adhira opens it up and motions him to come in. He isn't sure what will become of this little meetup, but he is thankful it will be in private. For the most part. Adhira motions him over to sit on a barstool, and Aman walks up behind the bar. Adhira sits next to Harry, and her brother rests his elbows on the counter. The atmosphere seems serious and nerves shoot through Harry.

"So. We've come up with a plan." Adhira begins, pointing between herself and Aman. Harry couldn't be more bewildered.

"Okay…" He responds.

"Well, it's not about making her take you back, or whatever you call it… but at least you can have the opportunity… to talk or something… both of you… because, like-"

"Oh my god, Adhira, take longer." Aman chuckles, rolling his eyes and looking directly at Harry. "Harry, would you and your band want to play here Friday night?"

Again, he feels nothing but confusion. He wonders if the two of them are even having the same conversation with him.

"Sure." He shrugs, looking between the siblings. He figures he'll have to talk to the others, but he can almost guarantee they'll say yes. He knows they've been wanting to play gigs, waiting for him to be ready and willing again, even if they haven't expressed those sentiments out loud.

"My scheming sister figures it'll give you the chance to talk to YN, if she can get her here. And you can speak your peace, or whatever it is you wanna do."

"I'm not scheming!" Adhira exclaims, smacking her brother on the arm. "I'm just… organizing an opportune moment for them to talk…"

Aman scoffs and Harry chuckles. He will take whatever he can get if it means he can talk to YN. Although, he is still unsure why they are helping him when Raj, their own cousin, is there making her happy. As much as he doesn't want to bring it up, he has to ask. He has to know what his odds are in this plan of theirs.

"Umm… what about Raj?" He asks quietly, internally wincing at the name. He has nothing against him, except the fact that he is in the position that Harry desires to be in.

The siblings both shoot their gazes over to him and it causes Harry to sit up straighter. Maybe they forgot about that hurdle for him.

"Huh?"

"Well, I, umm, I saw him and YN talking on opening night. She… she looked happy. I don't wanna… shit… I just want her to be happy." He admits. It's true, and he's been telling himself that since his little epiphany about his feelings for her, even before his memories came back. Because ultimately, as miserable as he would be, and it would be a lot, her happiness is the most important thing to him.

They look at each and laugh.

"What? No!" Adhira giggles. "He's our cousin. He met her at a family gathering years ago. It's not, no, he's married! They just haven't seen each other in a long time."

"He's taking over the bar for me while Priya and I get ready for the wedding and go on our honeymoon." Aman adds, and Harry has never felt more relieved than at this moment. Hope grows. He can't help it now. She hasn't moved on. She still loves him and she hasn't moved on.

"Is that… why you walked out that night?" She asks, a very quizzical look and tone leaving her as the words come out. Harry just drops his gaze and shrugs. "Oh, Harry. Shit. I'm sorry."

"S'alright. It's my fault this all happened." He replies, still not meeting either of their gazes. "I just wanna make it right."

"Hey." Adhira reaches out to him and places her hand on his. "She's my best friend, but we still love you too. As angry as I've been for her, I do know this has been hard on you. Especially now."

Again, relief floods over him, like his worries are being washed away as he stands under a waterfall, and he can't help but smile at the knowledge that he isn't hated by everyone else.

"Thank you." He mumbles happily, overwhelmed by all the positivity that's coming his way now. He hated having hope. He kept getting let down. But now, he could care less, because the feeling he has of possibly winning over the woman he loves is too much to dismiss.

"Okay." He adds, beginning to show off an uncontrollable grin. "Let's do this."

•••

Just as Harry thought, it didn't take any convincing to get Mitch and Sarah on board, and that was before he even explained the greater intent behind the gig. After that, they immediately began to create a setlist. He expressed his desire to add at least one of the new songs he has written for her, and they didn't even question the suggestion.

So here they are. Backstage at BarCode on a Friday night, waiting to head out and perform their set.

"That is the eighteenth time you've looked out there, man. I'm sure she'll come." Mitch states, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

Doubt tries to creep in, sure, but he is holding onto that strong, newfound hope. That doesn't mean he isn't anxious. Outrageously anxious. This is kind of all or nothing at this point, which doesn't help the nerves, but he is willing to put it all out there for YN.

Raj, who Harry has coincidentally become very fond of, walks in and lets them know they have five minutes until they are due on stage. Harry walks over to their sheet music, looking over their song choices for the hundredth time.

He feels a palm on the back of his shoulder and looks up to see Sarah's smile. "Let's just have a fun night."

He returns her smile, thankful that she wants to calm him, even though his nerves remain at their peak. Not only is it due to YN, but also the fact that he hasn't performed for months now. Especially not in front of a crowd. He can only think on how important this night is.

"Ready?" Mitch asks, pulling him back to the moment.

"S'pose." Harry chuckles, nodding to his friend, taking a few deep breaths, and grabbing his guitar to walk out on stage.

The bright lights stun him for a moment as he sets up, looking out to the crowd occasionally to adjust his vision. Once it clears, he instantly scans each face, desperate to find the only person he cares about being there.

His heart sinks, not meeting her beautiful eyes, but as he hears Mitch strum a chord to check his sound, Harry places his guitar down and clears his throat as he steps closer to the mic.

"Hello. I'm Harry. And these are my friends, Mitch and Sarah." He begins, his voice quiet to start. "We are, umm, here to entertain, hopefully, with a few songs. You are here to, hopefully, enjoy your night. So… let's get this started, shall we?"

As routine as those words have been from previous gigs, tonight has too much going on for him to feel composed. He's really counting on the music to get him back into the groove and shake off all of the anxiety he's flooded with.

"We're gonna start with a couple of cover songs, and if you know them, please sing along." He states, looking to Sarah, to not only acknowledge that she can count them in, but also to allow himself a quick moment to take another deep breath.

He's thankful that they are starting with a Fleetwood Mac song, because it is one he can sing without truly thinking about. And that's what he's doing. Lyrics just falling out, and unfamiliar faces staring back at him, he closes his eyes and stays that way until the song ends. Applause pries them back open and he nods to the crowd.

"Thank you. That was 'The Chain' by Fleetwood Mac. Such a good song." He states, giving a small smile as turns around to face the drums. He squeezes his hands together, subtly shaking his head as he looks up at Sarah, graciously accepting her reassuring nod. But his hands still shake as he picks up his guitar.

He swivels back to the mic, momentarily placing the pick between his teeth as he runs his hand through his already sweaty locks.

"This… umm… so, uh, this next… song…" He mumbles, his voice becoming just as shaky as his hands. His eyes begin to flicker up to the crowd and his gaze instantly lands on a familiar face. His breath hitches and he steps back from the mic, quickly turning around to Mitch and Sarah.

"I'm changing the order." He whispers. "Just follow me."

He stands up straighten as he turns back around, his eyes once again meeting the gaze he found seconds before.

"This next one is a new one." He speaks clearly into the mic. "I hope you like it."

He looks down at his guitar for a moment as he plays the first few chords of the song, one he wrote specifically for this night. For this moment. One he could sing specifically for YN.

Now you are standing there right in front of me

I hold on, it's getting harder to breathe

All of a sudden these lights are blinding me

I never noticed how bright they would be

As he stares into those intoxicating eyes of hers, singing the next lines, all nerves fade away. He should be surprised. Anyone else would think it would cause them to peak, but the thing about YN is that she always made him feel at ease. She was the reason he started playing gigs, and she was the reason he was confident enough to do so. Looking at her always made everything okay, and that hasn't changed.

I'll keep my eyes wide open

I'll keep my arms wide open

He can't help but let out a deep exhale, not knowing or caring if it came through the mic.

Don't let me, don't let me,

Don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone

Don't let me, don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone

His heart races as his gaze stays fixated on her, being given the same focus in return.

I promised one day that I'd bring you back a star

I caught one and it burned a hole in my hand

Seems like these days, I watch you from afar

Just trying to make you understand

God, he hopes that she knows this is all for her.

I'll keep my eyes wide open

This song, and his heart.

Don't let me, don't let me,

Don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone

Don't let me, don't let me go

A small watering begins to pool at the corners of his eyes, as he desperately wants to be next to her. Every part of him is drawn to her. It always has been, and this moment is no different. To him, they are the only ones in the bar right now, and the distance is killing him. But the tears are also because he is pouring out his heart to the only one who it belongs to. The love he has is so strong. He wants her to know it. And feel it. And, if this plan is any indication, he wants hers too. He wants her love so badly.

Don't let me, don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of sleeping alone

He pulls away from the mic, and a loud applause erupts throughout the bar. But he is still zoned in on YN, embracing each and every second that he gets to look at her, and be in her presence. Even if it's from afar.

She wipes just under her eyes and he doesn't know if he is able to take that as a good sign. But now he has a boost of confidence, and also an idea. He turns around to place the guitar back down and lifts up the sheet music of the next song he wants to play.

With a quick gulp of water, he swivels back around to the crowd, gripping onto the mic and flickering his eyes quickly across the sea of faces in front of him.

"Thank you!" He exclaims, as Sarah and Mitch begin to play an extended intro to the next song.

"This is the first time we've played that one. But this next song, which is our last tonight, was written a while back. It's about... a fun love, and one of my favorites." And his eyes set back on the only person he cares to see. It's an extremely bold move for him to sing this one right, considering the state of things, but he wants to show her that he really does feel the same as he did back then. Maybe bring back the memories of those good times, for her too.

Tastes like strawberries, on a summer evening

And it sounds just like a song

I want more berries, and that summer feeling

It's so wonderful and warm

Only YN knows the real meaning behind this one.

Breathe me in, breathe me out

I don't know if I could ever go without

I'm just thinking out loud

I don't know if I could ever go without

He subtly bites his bottom lip as all the feelings from the inspiration of the song overcome him.

Watermelon sugar high

Waternelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar

He almost laughs as he notices her palm shoot up over her mouth, which had dropped open as soon as the chorus started. He isn't sure if she is just surprised, flustered, or appalled by what he chose to sing, but he hopes she knows it's still all for her. As his eyes stayed glued on her, they unintentionally travel slowly down her figure, and he dwells on every curve. He misses her beauty, her body, her touch, and her intimacy so damn much. Now more than ever, he is craving it. Craving her. Just to be close.

I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it

Watermelon sugar high

He begins to smirk, and almost giggles again, as he watches her squirm slightly. He wonders if she is thinking anything even remotely similar to what he is, or if the song is reminding her of those times they had together.

Watermelon sugar high

Waternelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar

His heart immediately sinks, however, as he sees her finish her drink and hand the bartender some cash, throwing her purse over her shoulder. She looks around the room, beginning to move through the crowd, and stops when she finds her best friend.

I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it

Watermelon sugar high

Adhira's eyes shoot over to Harry as she gives YN a hug, and he has never wanted to run off a stage until now, seeing the love of his life walking to the front door.

I just wanna taste it, I just wanna taste it

Watermelon sugar high

Watermelon sugar

"Thank you!" He quickly exclaims, hopping off the stage and beginning to make his way through the crowd. This may be the first time he is actually bothered by the feedback from others after a gig, because each attempted initiation of an interaction keeps him further and further away from the only person he cares to talk to.

He makes it through to the front door and flings it open, frantically looking down both sides of the sidewalk for any sign of YN.

"Shit!" He shouts, throwing both hands up and resting them on top of his head, as he pants from the physical exertion he had to go through just to get outside. "Shit!"

He lets out a growl as he leans against the wall. This whole night was for her. It was supposed to show her how he feels now, how he's always felt. He had so much hope that the regaining of his memories and serenading her tonight would grant him some sort of good outcome. He would've accepted the ability to simply talk to her if that's all he could get. But he couldn't. He didn't. She is that hurt, and hates him that much, that she couldn't even bring herself to speak one word to him. And that's it.

The door suddenly flings open again, causing Harry to jolt sideways from the surprise, and looks over to see Adhira appearing next to him.

"Did you catch up to her?" She asks, breathlessly.

"No." He shakes his head and it falls down, a lump instantly forming in his throat to keep down the pain-filled whimper threatening to come out.

"Damn it." She states. "I tried to get her to stay but…"

"S'alright." He replies, leaning back against the wall, feeling tears begin to reappear and roll down his cheeks, as the reality sets in that it is actually over. He's done all he could, but it wasn't enough. "She doesn't want me. She knows I remember and then this-"

"Fuck!" Adhira interrupts. Harry's head shoots up and over to her with a deep, furrowed brow.

"What?"

"I didn't know you wanted me to tell her that you got your memory back. I thought you were going to…" She admits, smacking her palms against her forehead. "Fuck! I'm so sorry!"

"So… she doesn't know?" His heart begins to race, not yet able to determine the exact emotion behind it.

"No…" She quietly replies.

"So… I was just singing songs about her, to her, and she didn't know why?" He asks, suddenly letting out a loud laugh and bending over from the tightness it created in his stomach. "I must've looked like an idiot."

"Harry, I'm so, so sorry." Adhira states, turning completely to him with the most apologetic expression.

He simply shakes his head. He really can't be surprised that none of this worked out the way he wanted it to, but he knows exactly what he is going to do now. He pushes himself off the wall and begins to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Adhira shouts out to him.

Harry turns around back in her direction, and a confident smile grows across his face.

"To tell her."

"Tell her what?"

"Everything."

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maxemilianverstappen · 9 months

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Tag game💃

Tagged by @il-predestinato which is a privilege 😎

rule(s): post a snippet (however long or short or longish or shortish) from a wip !!

This is from the 2022 season recap fic that has a twist to torment Charles more spice things up more:

"Ferrari's corner exit looks smoother and faster." Max was telling him in Bahrain, on the beach.

It was their off day between the testing and the race weekend; so, most of the grid was trying to enjoy their free time either at horse riding or golfing or by swimming.

The two of them had come to the beach separately, of course, but as soon as Max recognized him, he came over where he and a few guys from his team had been lounging. He quickly started up a conversation about the Ferraris while his friends left them alone to join Charles' group to play a ball game on the shoreline.

"We lack the Red Bull's straight line speed, though." Charles argued.

Max grinned at his claim. "I doubt that, but let's say it is so." He rummaged through his bag and found a bottle of sunscreen.

Charles watched him take his shirt off, remembering to turn his head away and not stare only when Max talked to him again.

"Even then, you have the talent to make up for whatever disadvantage you think your engine has. Cornering might actually make the difference and you have always been exceptionally good at it."

Wide-eyed, Charles looked back at Max in wonder. Thankfully, the other young man wasn't looking at him at all and instead was turning around the spray bottle in his hand as if he was trying to decide what to do with it.

It wasn't the first time Max had complimented his driving style and talent so openly like this, but it always hit home hard somewhere in Charles' chest and left him in amazement. He was glad he was wearing huge shades to hide his expression, because Max looked back at him in that instant and smiled a bit sheepishly.

"You think I'll need this?" He asked, clearly unwilling to put the sunscreen on as if it was too much of a hassle.

Blinking a few times at the unexpected question, Charles reminded awkwardly. "It is 34 degrees, Max. I think you need some."

Max made a funny face and swore under his breath, spraying some lotion on his arms and half heartedly spreading it on his skin. "I don't like the oily feel of this at all, but better than getting painful burns before a race weekend, right?" He was explaining as if to make it look less awkward.

Charles could only nod and mutter a "Yeah…", watching Max. He realized it was actually the first time he had seen the other man like this up close. Half naked…

What a way to put it. Half naked… Really, Charles? He cringed at his own way of thinking, but it was impossible to ignore the familiarity of their situation.

Max was so pale. He didn't have much hair on his chest. It almost looked silky smooth. Charles was mindlessly transfixed as his eyes followed the movements of Max's hand running across his skin. It was so hard to turn away and look elsewhere. "Don't forget your face." He pointed out to cover up how he had been rudely staring at the other man just now.

"Ugh, I hate this part." Max sprayed some of the lotion into his palm, closed his eyes tightly, and just rubbed it on his face haphazardly like an impatient kid would do.

Charles found himself chuckling at the sight. "Come on, that can't be so bad." Damn, I am still staring…

"But it is!" Max refused with a chuckle of his own and caught him in the act. He must have thought nothing of Charles' staring because he made an exaggerated expression of disgust before smiling ruefully and turned his attention to his friends as if he wanted something from them. But the others were away and immersed in their game. "I guess my back will have to stay like this." He shrugged and made to stand up.

Completely on impulse, Charles offered. "I can put some on your back if you want?" He realized what he said only after hearing his own words.

Max looked back at him as if he was trying to assess if he would be inconveniencing Charles, but he relented when Charles straightened up on his beach seat and wordlessly opened his hand for the bottle. He turned his back and waited.

Hating his own spontaneous reactions when it came to Max, Charles sighed silently and sprayed the sunscreen on the pale broad back in front of him. If his hand trembled and hesitated a bit before he touched the other young man, Charles refused to acknowledge it and just concentrated on trying not to notice every single detail about how Max's skin felt under his palm, how his back was both muscly but also soft and smooth and hot to the touch. How there were little freckles, especially on top of his shoulders, how the curve of his spine gently sloped lower to his… his... No need to put lotion that low, Charles… He berated himself and bit on his lip in annoyance before announcing hastily. "There… You are good to go."

"Thank you." Max turned around with a bright grin. "Want to play with us a little?" He offered, but Charles shook his head.

"Maybe later on. I need to check my messages." He lied.

Max pouted a bit, looking disappointed as if he had just missed an opportunity. "Right, then. We are over there." He pointed out needlessly even though for Charles, it was impossible to not be aware of Max's presence.

Charles didn't understand Max, didn't understand how he was able to get so effortlessly familiar with other people like he had done with him just now. He was always so open and so ready to mingle. Was he like this with everyone? Charles wasn't about to get conceited enough to think that their interactions were anything but how Max was always treating everyone else as.

There was nothing special about it. About him… But he refused to touch elsewhere after that, compulsively clenching and unclenching his fist. He told himself it was because his hand was now oily, completely ignoring the real reason.

He didn't want to lose it that quickly. The sensation of how Max's body felt under his touch…

I am tagging @wolfsbanesbite if they would like to do it 😘

#tag game #eri.fanfic #lestappen

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touyasdoll · 1 year

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bye cause imagine touya having to watch his childhood sweetheart and one and only love, marry and have a son with hawks </3 that would be man’s last straw. it came to me in a dream, and i remember a lot more happened but i don’t recall the details but when i tell u i woke up IN TEARS. poor touya has lost everything atp

oh ouch 😭🥺 this hurts, but I do love me some angst and honestly my self ship with Touya includes something similar bc I love to torment him, so I wanna explore this a little. but no he really does deserve the world and I hate that all he ever gets is pain :( so let's fix that while we’re at it sdjasd

warnings: allusions to child abuse & bodily injury, some very complicated emotions, infidelity,angsty

You and Touya fell in love when you were very young. You were his best friend and the only solace that he had in the world, aside from his younger brother. You were the only one who knew what really went on in that house and you wanted to scream it from the rooftops after Touya's accident, but it wouldn't have done you any good. No one would believe you.

They still wouldn't, even now that you were married to the Number 2 hero. He reminds you a lot of Touya, in a way. He'll never be him, but you can't spend your whole life mourning a boy you loved as a child. You're happy, especially now that you have your son, who looks similar to his father in that he has his wings and the markings around his eyes, but those eyes are yours. He has your face too. Touya wants to hate the child, but he can't. Not when he makes you so happy. Not when he looks just like you. He's only a child after all. Children shouldn't bear the burden of an adult's regrets.

He wants to tell you that he survived. He's always wanted to tell you, but he knew it was for the best if he stayed away. He tried to ignore you. Tried and tried to convince himself not to check up on you, but of course he failed. In a world full of social media, it wasn't hard to keep tabs on you. He's always cheered you on from a distance. Shared in your pain from afar. He's been the every step of the way, wishing that he could truly experience life side by side with you, the way that he was supposed to, but he can't. He knows.

Still, he checks in on you. It's even easier now that you're basically famous. Being married to the most popular hero around will do that. He can't open his phone without seeing a picture of you and your happy little family. He should be happy for you, but he isn't. He's too miserable. He's too enraged. It makes him sick.

It hurts.

He's thinking of you when he makes his big reveal and exposes his father for what he truly is. He wonders if you'll see him. He wonders if you'll remember. If you'll even care.

You're sitting at home, playing with your son. It's a normal day until it isn't. Word has only just gotten back to you about how Keigo was horribly wounded by the villain Dabi. You put the tv on to keep your son occupied while you anxiously pace about the house, desperate for more word on your husband.

Then you see Touya's broadcast and your heart stops. It has to be a cruel joke. It can't be real. He's been gone for so long. How did he even survive? Is this actually happening? Is it wrong that you know deep down that you still love him, even now? Even after everything he's done? To innocents? To your husband?

You don't know what it says about you that you seek him out after the smoke has cleared. Maybe you don't want to. Hawks is back at home and you're grateful that he's safe, but you can't believe that he still idolizes Endeavor the way that he does. Even after everything that he's learned and especially considering what he went through as a child. Your head is in turmoil and your heart isn't fairing any better, so you do what you can to track Touya down.

You think that maybe if you can just find him, you can start to make sense of things, but when you finally come face to face with him, it only makes things harder.

He's standing right there. He'd still been watching you and he'd caught on to you trying to track him down, so he let you. Like a fool.

Now the both of you are standing here, staring into the eyes of the one person you never thought that you could live without for the first time in over a decade and everything feels the same, but you're both painfully aware of just how different things are now. You're terrified to speak and petrified by thr thought of letting him slip through your fingers again. You don't know what to say and neither does he, so you don't speak.

You close the distance, slowly at first, but when he takes his first hesitant step forward, you run into his arms and you embrace for what feels like forever, though you know it'll never last long enough.

You finally work up the nerve to say something, so you pull away before you lose it, only to have your breath stolen away when he kisses you.

And to both of your surprise, you kiss him back.

#just vibing 💌

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hsrmtbrm · 5 months

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TW: brother-on-brother violence, near death experience, referenced attempted suicide, derealization, dissociation, passive suicidal ideation, attempted murder is this even hashitobi at this point. yes it is. uh. accidental kink discovery via violence

An ultimatum. "You truly are a kind man, Madara." Clink "I've seen enough." If he hadn't been fast enough-

He waits until they're within the confines of their home to confront him. "What the hell were you thinking?!", he shouts, enraged and afraid. "You could have-!" His tree-brained brother cuts him off. "-But I didn't." He avoids looking his way, brow furrowed and lips pressed thin. "If Madara hadn't stopped you-!" Hashirama scoffs dismissively, "I would've been fine! Really, Tobirama; you know how fast I heal. It was a calculated risk." He insists, resting his scroll against the wall as he shifts to strip himself of his armor. He can feel his blood boiling just beneath his skin. "You are not immortal!", he hisses, stalking up to the elder. "And you were surrounded by the enemy!" "Okay, first;" he begins, irritated. "They're not the enemy anymore. Madara agreed to a ceasefire. Second; you were there. I knew you wouldn't let anyone get to me." He was almost not fast enough. Madara got to him first. He was exhausted, his chakra coils were empty, and he was prepared to die. Tobirama had none of those attributes. And yet- Clink. "Really, Tobirama.", his brother sighs, "I've survived worse conditions. A little seppuku never hurt anyone!" Tobirama fumes. "YOU ARE NOT JUST ANYONE!" He knows his volume is unacceptable, and if his father were still alive, he would surely tan his hide. However. "You are the Clan Head! You are the last living mokuton user! You cannot afford to die!" He jabs a finger into his chest. "I disallow it!" "And who are you to tell me what to do?!", he shouts back, slapping his hand away. "All you ever care about is the clan, the clan, the clan! Clan Head this, clan funds that! Do you never stop to consider that we are not the only people in the world?" They are not Hashirama. They are not his brother. They are not his Anija. He kill every person in the world for his Hashirama. He would lay down his life to keep him safe. 'Kill your brother, or kill yourself.' 'That's ridiculous. What will you do, Anija? Will you kill me?' If he had asked. If he had ordered it. If he had given him even a glance. clink He says none of this. Instead, he steps forward until he and Hashirama are subject to gravity. He hears a painful thud as his brother's head hits the hardwood floor. He watches as his eyes roll back into his head, and he goes as limp as a doll. Tobirama is not his father. He would never hurt Hashirama. He would never subject him to the same torment his father had put them both through. However. It takes his brother three seconds to regain consciousness. That is all the time he needs to wind his hands around his neck. He leans his body weight into his arms, onto his hands. His thumbs dig into his brother's neck. Hashirama is still for a moment after he wakes, as if he isn't able to process what's happening. When he tries to take a breath and can't, he begins to panic. Then, he starts to struggle. Tobirama has done this before. He's intimately familiar with this. He can feel the heartbeat beneath his hands. He pushes until he feels the trachea give way, then pushes some more. Dilated pupils. A possible concussion. His hands ache painfully. He's going to bruise in a few hours. That's nothing he isn't used to. He keeps pressure on his neck, focused on the jugular. This is easier from behind. He can hear choked out words, but he tunes them out. He feels fingers clawing at his arms, but he ignores them. Sometimes, he thinks his body was built for this. To kill. To hurt. He would never admit it, but- The body goes still. He blinks some of the blurriness from his eyes. He can't see the face. At least not clearly. The pulse has slowed significantly. He doesn't remember how he got here. He doesn't remember the mission parameters. He doesn't even know if he's supposed to be killing them. He tries to remember. He thinks back to what he was doing just before this. Clink. Oh. Oh. Oh god.

Tobirama scrambles back, feeling his armor scrape against the floor. His breathing is shallow, and his heart is racing in his ears. Hashirama is still on the floor. Too still. Weeds have broken through the floorboards around him. His throat is dark. His hair pools around his head like a halo. He doesn't know how long he sits there, hearing nothing but his own heartbeat. But at some point, his brother sits up. Hashirama's fingers brush against his throat. He doesn't wince. It's regained the proper shape by now, but the bruises have deepened. He glances up from the floor, gaze settling on Tobirama. He can't read his expression. He doesn't know what it means. His eyes are wide. His face is pale. His mouth hangs open slightly. His eyebrows are raised. He feels for his chakra, and comes back just as confused as he was before. What does it mean? Is he mad? Is he scared? Will he never talk to him again? Is he going to exile him, or will he have him executed like his mother? But Hashirama says nothing. He gets his feet beneath him and shakily stands up, bracing himself against the wall. He leaves the room. The bruises are gone by the morning, and they don't speak of it. They don't speak of anything. Instead, Tobirama pushes his thumb into the purple bruises on his palm. He recalls the way it felt to choke him. He thinks himself a monster, a killer, a demon. But Hashirama doesn't confront him. He goes about his day as normal. He attends meetings with the elder council, and for once in his life doesn't avoid his paperwork. That night, when they pass each other in the kitchen, Hashirama's fingers close around his wrist. This is it, he thinks. But instead of being hit or screamed at, Hashirama pulls his wrist up to his neck, pressing his hand against it. His pupils are dilated. His pulse is steady. His eyes are wide, his cheeks are flushed, and his mouth hangs open slightly. "Again."

#dont look at me #im not giving this any real tags #hsrm is a masochist okay.#there is so many thing in this writing. so many.#so much subtext so much between the lines.#the ask i got right before this post gave me too many brainworms and i needed to write.#.txt #writing #chokeverse #by me

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Hey, since you are a fan of Jimin, I want to take your opinion about the recent attack that happened to Jimin from the tekooker. The situation has gone too far and cannot be ignored. You know who are the main reason for this. They are Tae and Kook. They are feeding their ships. I'm not a shipper I'm jimin solo stan I respect the other member and i like thier song I tried to be ARMY and love them all, but I haven't and won't see someone like Jimin. He's so pure and unselfish. Maybe Hobi is close to his qualities. I get very angry at the hate that Jimin reaps because of their sick fantasies. It's not the first time, tell me if you believe in Jimin's love for Kook, what did Jimin get other than torment, pain, hate and suffering, while Kook is spoiled by both sides, why does they only attack Jimin? This is un fair why does him I'm so sad 😞

Sorry for my English I try my best

Whew

Lemme tell you something about me. This week my friend got fired from their Job. They said they want to appeal it but I know how much pain they are going through right now.

Any normal person would do what everyone in our friendship group is doing, sending words of encouragement, doing the OMG 😲 Omg🥺 omg 😠

Do you know I have been avoiding my friend instead?

I haven't called them and I haven't sent a text.

I want to but I can't. I feel crippled. My heart aches for them. I'm angry for them and I feel powerless because I can't do anything about it for them. They are screwed entirely and seeing them try to fix things on their own is killing me.

I feel bad that I get to work and they don't.

I feel bad for all the arguments we've had

I feel guilty that some part of them would blame me for what is happening to them

I can't face them

But I'm not going to drink myself to stupor over this you know? Even though the pain is so great I'm thinking of taking pain killers to lessen it.

But I'm not always like this. Sometimes I gear up and out on my karate pants, grab a can of bug spray and fire up some ass.

Yet other times, other times like this, I just sink into stinking depression where I battle between drinking, sleeping and doing other stuff to cope with my problems.

How some of you do this life sober all the time is a mystery to me. But I've since learned over the years to set limits for my grief lest I start using and bleeding myself again.

I've seen what that irrelevant worthless piece of shit did. In due time I will address it but I'm really at a very low point right now mentally

I just need things to be happy around here else I'm gonna lose my mind.

I'm sorry for Jimin. He doesn't deserve any of this

None of them do

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dark9896 · 9 months

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Memory Dump [Steven x Reader]

Requested by @anonymous-104 🫣

Throbbing pain in your head brought you back to reality. A bright light, the overpowering smell of clean assaulted your nose. Pieces were falling into place slowly, the last thing you remembered...

Mist settling in over the city, buildings lifting themselves. Ripping away from their foundations and flying off in slow circles. Bits of rubble floating off in strange directions as gravity upended itself.

Something had struck you in the back of the head. The most recent thing was a hazy image of Klaus and Steven hovering over you. Klaus must have taken you to the nearest hospital after you passed out. You weren't so sure that would help your situation.

Building up your confidence to ask Steven out had been going so well up until that point. But then he saw you like that and now your confidence was shot... again.

Steven was just concerned, he should have been able to catch you during the last mission. He knew that a fall from that height was far more serious than a normal battle. Jumping at the phone as it rang, Steven had his keys in hand the second Dr. Estevez mentioned that you were finally awake.

Two weeks of pacing around your shared apartment was torment. But you were okay, everything was going to be fine. Right. Right?

Only now Steven was pacing around the waiting room while Dr. Estevez questioned you. Klaus made his attempts to calm the dark-haired man, yet that fell on deaf ears. Everything felt like a hazy dream, good or bad remained to be seen.

"Well, she's cognizant," Dr. Estevez stripped off her latex gloves, "And seems to be in good health, except for a bout of amnesia."

Klaus stood, just barely catching Steven's arm from dashing right into your room, "Amnesia? Would you please elaborate Doctor?"

"Well, she seems to remember the Great Collapse..." The tiny doctor shrugged, "But I couldn't get much else out of her. Though part of it could be from the major concussion of the incident. We won't know for sure until after a two week observation period."

Steven didn't need an explanation, he needed to see you. Dragging Klaus like a bizarre parachute, Steven pushed through the door.

You seemed to be perfectly fine, sitting calmly on the bed. While Steven relaxed, you tensed up. Without a clue as to why Steven would be like this, you just tried to ignore how hard your heart was beating. He was too handsome, you knew this from the moment you saw him.

But Steven never seemed aware of this. Or your crush on him.

"[Name], how are you feeling?"

Looking down at your hands, "I'm okay. I will be at least, how much paperwork do we have waiting at the office?"

"You needn't worry about that." Steven sat next to your bed, "What matters is that you heal up and return home."

The squirming feeling deep in your stomach wasn't helped by how protective Steven sounded over you. Almost as if he were commanding your health into existence.

"Ah well, after what just happened..." Scratching the back of your head and looking to Klaus for some kind of help, "Is there even a home to return to?"

Both men stopped abruptly, blinking at each other. This was an interesting predicament.

"[Name]," Klaus tilted his head, "What day do you think this is?"

Tapping your chin, "Can't be more than a day or two after that crazy--"

They followed your hand as it waved, fingers wiggling in the open air. Words couldn't describe the Collapse, even now. But if that was truly what you remembered...

"That was three years ago." Steven sighed, "You're in here this time for falling off a building. Klaus managed to catch you, but you were limp before you could hit the ground."

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This had to be Steven's worst nightmare. You were still here, but you weren't his anymore. He could tell that you were back to before your first date. Steven knew you were a complete stranger to him now, at least... He could say he knew you, but it wasn't the same.

You weren't the same person he was in love with.

And it took every ounce of his willpower to not do anything with you. Steven just wanted to be able to hold you again, this wasn't fair.

Sitting in the breakroom, you were talking with a new guy. He said he'd been here for a while, that the two of you were at least somewhat friends. You couldn't see a reason to not trust him. Even if he was lying, he was like five foot two, it would be all too easy for you put him in a headlock and force the truth out of him.

"So how's Steven been taking all this?" Leo asked, "You staying at the office and all?"

"What do you mean? Why would Steven care where I stay?"

"Well, cause the two of you are... Wait, do you not remember?"

Shaking your head slowly, you had no clue what he was talking about. Steven was far out of your league, and after what you heard happened you had all but given up hope. There was no way Steven couldn't find someone a thousand times better.

Leo groaned under his breath, "I probably shouldn't say anything then. Don't wanna risk hurting you."

"Hurting me?" You nibbled a fry, "Are you trying to say Steven and I are an item?"

Steven froze outside the door, just far enough away that there was no way either of you could notice him.

"Ah, well... I really shouldn't." The small male repeated, "It wouldn't be good if you relapsed or something. And Steven would be the least of my problems if that happened..."

Humming slightly, "I don't believe you. Steven can do so much better than me."

His jaw dropped, Steven didn't want to stand here and listen to you downgrade yourself like this...

"I mean, he's super smart, super handsome, and pretty much the one who gets sh^t done around here." You kept going, "At least when it comes to information gathering and paperwork. Like sure Klaus and Gilbert are forces to be reckoned with, but Steven's a whole other beast."

"Thanks [Name], really feeling the love." Leo sniped, "I get some of what you mean but-"

Nothing would stop you from steamrolling the conversation, "He just has this charm, ya know? Especially when he's a little bugged and tugging at his tie. Or how his voice deepens when he's muttering under his breath, the casual Spanish thrown in for good measure."

Leo covered his ears, "LA LA LA LA LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU LA LA LA LA LA LA."

Slowly dying on the wall just beyond the breakroom door, Steven had heard all of this from you directly. Sure it was softly, while the two of you were sleepy and about to pass out but...

"Ah, there you are Steven."

Klaus jumped back a little as Steven stood up straighter than ever. A little too loud there Klaus...

Seeing Leo and yourself poking your heads out from the breakroom, Steven wished he could melt. Or turn invisible, either one would work right now. The only face brighter than Steven's was your own, that silent plea for information confused Klaus. But Steven could only muster an apologetic look toward you.

Yep... you two were perfect for each other, with or without memories. Deeply embarrassed about the entire situation, neither of you could look the other in the eye... especially in front of others.

Later on that day, when Steven thought things had calmed down; he was determined to make a small attempt to fix the eavesdropping situation. Approaching you at the end of the day, slowly though... he didn't want to make things worse.

"Uh, [Name], do you have a moment?"

Turning to Steven, face flushing on command, "Uh, yeah... sure."

"I wanted to apologize for earlier." He scratched the back of his head, "Eavesdropping on you while you were talking to Leo that is. I didn't mean to do that."

"Ah... uh, well that's okay. Its gotta be pretty weird to hear something like from someone like me."

Steven grimaced slightly, "It really isn't. I can try to explain if you'd like."

#bbb #kkss #kekkai sensen #blood blockade battlefront #steven starphase #ask

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