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giginings · 5 months

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warnings: slight fluff, angst, smut, best friends to strangers to lovers, slowburn (?), drinking, honestly reader and yunjin are both gay drunk and in love, not proofread

nsfw warnings: dom!g!p!yunjin, sub!reader, oral, breast play, slight degradation (ex: slut, whore), dumbification, drunk sex, p in v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), she finishes inside, implication of aftercare

playlist: dress — taylor swift

word count: 3k (3,047)

from daphne: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONEEEE

Being friends with Huh Yunjin was a blessing and somehow a hell of a curse at the same time. She was sweet, delicate, caring and absolutely beautiful. The kind of girl anyone would want. Perfect material for a best friend, and thankfully, she was yours. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

However, being around while she had to gently reject handfuls of guys was petrifying to witness, feeling the embarrassment for whoever was brave enough to ask the girl out. You didn’t understand it, it wasn’t like anyone who had confessed to her wasn’t good looking, but whenever you’d ask she’d simply reply with “Why would I date them when I have you?”

And every time you’d have to push down the butterflies that would appear in your stomach.

All throughout high school, the two of you did almost everything together. There was nothing that either of you didn’t know about the other. For example, you knew that her English name was Jennifer. So, from that point on, she was always Jennifer, or Jen, or Jeni. Oddly enough, she didn’t seem to like anyone else calling her that but you.

No one ever saw the two of you apart, and if you were, you’d spend the time apart calling or texting. You were forever Huh Yunjin’s best friend and she was forever your best friend. That’s how it was.

Until it wasn’t.

It was junior year, and instead of seeing her by her locker, one foot planted on it, headphones on, she wasn’t there. No biggie, she’s probably just running late. She wasn’t. She had arrived perfectly on time with some girls you hadn’t known, and honestly they looked like they would chew you up and spit you out if you had even come close to them. But, no one was going to stop you from talking to your best friend, so you pushed down your fears and made your way over.

The silence as the 5 of you blankly stared at the other was deafening, but you walked over there for a reason. “Uh…you weren’t waiting for me by your locker Jen, is there like, a specific reason why or…?” The other three girls looked at Yunjin expectantly. Your best friend looked you up and down, her gaze a bit condescending. “Do you expect me to be there everyday waiting for you to get here? I don’t have time for that, you know. I have classes to get to.”

Her tone caught you off guard, she had never acted this way toward you. “No, I just— I thought it had become like our routine now.” You had originally expected a response from Yunjin until one of the girls beside her started to speak in her place. “So what, now she can’t hang out with other people? She has other friends, ___.”

You didn’t know what to say. Looking at all of their faces, and then Yunjin’s…it was probably best for you to just go.

It had been a month. 4 weeks. 28 days since you and Yunjin had talked.

You two shared quick glances at each other in the halls while you each rushed to your respective classes, but it wasn’t enough. Even your parents had started asking you where she was, and why she hadn’t come by recently. Nothing was the same without her. Everyday you silently hoped that she would be by your locker like she used to be, and she never was. And you were starting to think she wouldn’t be, ever again.

Huh Yunjin is so mean. So, so mean.

That was what you said to yourself as your head rested on the cold metal of the locker.

Quickly being brought back to reality by your newfound friend, Chaeryeong, you turned your head in her direction to be met with an expression of pity on her face that you so didn’t want.

“___, you really have to figure things out. Either talk to her and rekindle your friendship, or don’t and never speak to each other again. Take your pick, babe.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, she told you this every other day.

“Chaer, seriously, I’ll talk to her soon!” You heard a scoff from the girl beside you.

“Yeah, right. You say that every time. When is ‘soon’, ___?”

With that, she walked away and left you to wallow in your thoughts. At this point you really should just give up. You and Yunjin would never be friends again.

“…What’s up with you?”

Despite the tone of their voice, you were oddly excited to hear it. Turning around to see the redheaded girl before you, the magnifying smile on your face was basically impossible to hide. “Jen!” She’d give you a slight smile back, not showing nearly as much teeth as you did. “Hi, ___.” You’d switch between standing on the ball and heel of your feet, clearly exciting to be talking to her after so long.

“So, um, what did you need?” She’d peek behind you, and then meet your eyes again. “I, just, um,” —she’d point her finger, and you’d turn to look in the direction of her index, “need to get to my locker.”

Oh.

You had never been more embarrassed in your life.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, sorry.” You’d quickly mutter, moving to the side so she could get her stuff. You felt so entirely stupid. Of course she wasn’t there for you, why in God’s name would she be there for you? The slam of her locker closing brought you back to reality as she gave you a quick wave and strutted down the hallway. Your eyes made sure to follow her the whole time.

The shrill sound of the bell that rang throughout the hall let you know it was time for class, and as you walked towards Chemistry, you prayed that the rest of the day wouldn’t be as…humiliating.

That was years ago.

After high school, the two of you went to different universities and never really saw each other again. Right now, you found yourself thinking of her again. Was it anything new? No. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do though, considering you were sitting alone by the bar of the club Chaeryeong had dragged you to against your will. As your best friend was busy backing it up against some random, you sat swirling your drink in it’s cup. You never really were one for clubs or bars anyway. Too loud.

It reeked of marijuana and alcohol, and the body heat that was radiating from the drunken, pervy guys around you began to get suffocating. There was no fucking way you could stay any longer than you already had. Paying for your drink and texting Chaeryeong to let her know you were leaving, you swiftly got up and made your way to the door before feeling a warm but firm grip on your arm. Obviously you were extremely frightened, ready to uppercut punch whoever was crazy enough to grab you until you realized it was a very, very familiar face.

“Yunjin?”

That was all you could force out of your mouth, your expression laced with confusion. She still had that same charming smile. The girl seemed to have barely gotten any older, but you couldn’t say you expected her to. “Hey. You probably weren’t expecting to see me here, were you?” You realized that you actually were really happy that she was there, a smile finding it’s way onto your face. “No, I— I can’t say that I did, actually. But, I am glad that we’re talking again.”

“Yeah, me too. Are you here with anyone, or…?” You shook your head in response. “Uh, I was, but I was just about to leave. Clubs aren’t really my thing, y’know?” Yunjin silently agreed with a nod, taking a sip of her drink. “Yeah, they aren’t really mine either. I’m here with my friend, Chaewon. She should be…somewhere over there?” The redhead pointed her finger towards the dance floor where you saw who you assumed to be Chaewon swaying her hips to the music, drink in hand.

“Well, she looks like she’s having the time of her life.” You say, turning your attention back towards Yunjin.

She chuckled in agreement, doing a once-over of your face. “You still look as good as ever, y’know?”

Oh?

“Really?” You said in response, looking down into your cup. “Really.” You mentally cursed yourself for blushing so easily, the pink tint that painted your face getting harder to conceal. Looking back up at her, your eyes met her hazel ones. “You aren’t too bad yourself, Jen.” Her grin grew wider, tongue poking the inside of her cheek. The taller girl looked up, scanning the club before setting her drink down on the table.

“So, you said you were on your way out before I caught you, right?”

You nodded in response.

She grinned, opening her mouth once more to say, “I don’t really have the desire to stay here much longer either, so maybe we both could leave? Like, together?”

“…Sure.”

The kiss that the two of you shared was heated, her hands frantically roaming your body before reaching to help you take off your jacket. The article of clothing was quickly discarded, being thrown across Yunjin’s living room and forgotten. Everything about this was sloppy, and rushed. As if you both had been waiting for this since forever. The girl made quick work of having you up against the wall, her knee slotted in-between your thighs. Her teeth nipped your bottom lip, eliciting a whimper out of you.

Her lips started to trail down to your neck, suckling on the tender skin and leaving behind a purple bruise. Your hands made their way to the hem of her shirt, tugging it up. “Off, want it off.” You muttered, and she scrambled to tug her crop top over her head before treating it the same she did with your jacket. Her cold but gentle fingers played with the hem of your jeans, teasing you ever so slightly.

Pulling away from the kiss to catch her breath, your lips chased her own as a string of saliva connected the two of you together. “Needy little thing, aren’t you, Angel?” She’d say, tugging your pants past your thighs along with your underwear. Running a finger up your slit, you gasped from the sudden contact. “Fuck, you’re drenched. Who’s this for, baby?” The pet name went straight down to your cunt, clenching around nothing at her words. “You, only for you, Jen,” you managed to whimper out.

You felt her lips surround your aching clit, a gasp slipping past your mouth. Her tongue swirled around the bud, your eyes meeting her own. The pink muscle trailed down to your hole, her nose pressing against your clit. She made sure to keep eye contact with you as she tongue-fucked your entrance. A lewd moan emitted from you, pleasure spreading throughout your body. You notice her straining against her jeans, and you can’t help but whimper as you imagine her cock stretching you out.

She pulls away from your cunt only to mutter something about how sweet you taste, before going back to devouring your pussy. Her hand trails up to rub your clit, pinching it ever so slightly and you yelp in response. “Jen— feels so fucking good, please—“ You didn’t quite know what you were begging for, but it was like she understood you perfectly. She licks a long strip up your slit, sending shivers down your spine. Your thighs threaten to close around her head, but her hands quickly force them back open. You could feel yourself getting close, and Yunjin read you like a book. “You gonna cum? Go ahead, make a mess in my mouth, angel.”

She quickly pressed the pad of her thumb into your clit, instantly sending you over the edge. You felt your orgasm rushing over you, the feeling a bit overwhelming. Coming down from your high, she pressed a gentle kiss against your bud, making you shiver in response. Standing back up on her feet, her chin and lips glistened with your juices. The redheaded girl pulled you in for a kiss, a mewl eliciting from you as you tasted yourself on her tongue. She’d lift you up, carrying you to her couch and gently setting you down, her lips never leaving yours even for a second. Tugging your shirt up over your head and unclipping your bra, the girl bent down to suckle on your breasts, slightly pinching your other nipple. You whimpered slightly, reaching down to unbutton her jeans. She’d chuckle in response. “Impatient, are we?”

“Don’t tease, Jen. Need you, right now.” You said with glossy eyes, desperate for her to fuck you. Yunjin would do the rest of the work for you, pulling her hardened cock out of her boxers. Realizing how big it really was, you couldn’t help but bite down on your lower lip, feeling yourself get even wetter. Aligning herself up with your entrance, she’d tease your hole with her tip. “Gonna go in now, ‘kay?” You’d nod. Slowly, she’d push herself into you, hissing at the warmth of your cunt. Your mouth fell open at the feeling of her cock, the sting mixing in with the pleasure. “Goddamn, you’re tight— gonna fuckin’ split this pussy open, baby.” She’d say through gritted teeth.

Slowly starting to thrust into you, she let you adjust to the stretch. At first, it stung just the slightest bit, but then the pain left as soon as it came and left you wanting more. “Need you to go faster, Jen…” You heard her curse under her breath at that. “Faster? Okay, then.” She started to fuck you faster and harder, an almost pornographic moan sounding throughout the room from you. Her hand reaches up and rolls your nipple in between her fingers. “Fuckin’ love these tits, baby.” You whine at that, your fingers reaching to intertwine with her own.

Her movements speed up, hips thrusting into you even faster than before. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin and the squelching of your pussy every time she fucked into you spurred Yunjin on even more. “Look at you, creaming all on my dick. You’re a slutty girl, aren’t you?” At this point, you were entirely gone, only focused on the feeling of her cock pounding your cunt. “Yesyesyes, only for you, Jeni!” Your nails dug into her hand as she reached to hike your legs over her shoulders, allowing her to drill into you even harder. You let out a choked moan, feeling her reach just the right spot. Tears started to well up in your eyes, the pleasure getting overwhelming. “That feel good? You like how I fuck you, baby?” You’ve been rendered completely senseless, not even able to form coherent sentences anymore. She’s left you completely a mess, your lipstick smudged, mascara streaking down your cheeks.

“Gonna fill this pussy up, make you all mine. Bet you’d like that, right? Want me to knock you up?” Yunjin’s totally pussydrunk off of you, saying whatever comes to mind at this point. She’s always had a liking to you, and you were completely oblivious to it. Until now, of course. You nod, agreeing with whatever she’s saying. Her words go through one ear and out the other, you can’t be bothered to listen. Not when she’s fucking you this good. “Yes, fill me up, Jen, want your cum, please!” She thrusts hard into you at that, hissing as you clench around her. “Fuck, squeezing my cock like a whore, baby—you gonna make a mess on this dick?” You can’t even reply, gaining a sinister grin from her. She knows she’s fucked you completely stupid. Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head, lips parted and swollen from you biting down on them. Everything was hazy for you, all your senses clouded and filled with her.

You both were sticky and hot and sweaty, and the room reeked of sex, but it wasn’t like either of you could be bothered to care. “Jeni, fuckfuck—“ Your nails dug into her arm, starting to draw blood. Yunjin bent down, suckling on your neck and collarbone. “Shh, it’s okay, cum for me, baby.” Instantly, everything seemed to go white. A broken cry left your mouth as you creamed all over Yunjin’s dick, her own orgasm following shortly after. The feeling was overwhelming, the girl’s thrusts getting softer and softer. The room was filled with pants and heavy breathing. The redhead sat back up to pull out of you, a whimper slipping past your lips. Yunjin watched as both of your juices mixed and spilled out of your cunt, muttering something under her breath. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Looking back up at you, the girl peppered kisses all over your face and neck, whispering small praises about how good you did for her and how proud she is. Brushing away strands of hair that stuck to your forehead, she’d smile slightly. You felt butterflies in your stomach, it was clear to see that she had nothing for you but love. “You okay? You wanna take a shower?” Returning the smile back at her, you found it funny how different this Yunjin was from the one you saw just moments before. You definitely weren’t complaining though, you loved both sides of her. “Yes, I’m amazing, Jeni. And yes, I’d love a shower. I think we’d both benefit from taking one.” You said with a slight chuckle.

Nodding in agreement, she’d pick you up bridal style and plant a small kiss to your lips. “Shower it is, then.” You suddenly held a finger up, making her pause. “But, I think we can wait a few, right? Right now, I think we should just…stay here.” Grinning down at you, she’d nod and set you back down. “That is completely fine with me too.”

If you expected to end the night any way at all, it wasn’t to be wrapped up in Huh Yunjin’s arms, but it wasn’t like you’d have it any other way.

“There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo„

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worseforwords · 3 months

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The Beginning

(Alessia Russo x Reader)

Chapter II of Marshmallow

The anticipation hung in the air as you opened the door, revealing Alessia to your parents. Greetings were exchanged, and your mom, with a sly grin, asked, “Hi sweetheart, is this her?” You sent her a nervous smile. “Yes, this is my girlfriend, Alessia,” you said, trying your best to sound natural. “Yes, we know who she is, darling. She’s quite the star, you know?” Your dad joked, as if you weren’t also a professional athlete. Chuckles filled your hallway as you invited your parents into your living room.

After the initial polite and just a little awkward introductions, you all settled down at the dinner table. Wine was poured, dinner was served, and the atmosphere was pleasant. Everyone made small talk; your dad made some jokes, and the initial awkwardness melted away easily.

However, you knew your mom well enough to know that as wine continued to flow, it wouldn’t be long before she lost some of her filters. “So, girls,” she began, leaning in with a conspiratorial grin, “I don’t recall you two ever being very close. Y/N certainly never spoke about you much. So, tell me. How did this happen?” She waved her index finger between the two of you to explain what she meant by ‘this’.

You shot your mom a glare, a wordless plea to dial it down, rolling your eyes when she didn’t respond and instead looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer. “Fell for my football skills, obviously,” you grinned slyly while internally panicking. Under the table, away from your parents’ gaze, Alessia quickly squeezed your hand, silently signalling that she had this covered, which had you looking at her expectantly.

“Actually, it wasn’t football-related at all,” she started. “You know, on the pitch, Y/N is a force to be reckoned with—focused, passionate, a bit... intimidating, honestly. I always assumed she’d be the same off the pitch.”

She paused, letting curiosity build. “At an away match early in the season, Kyra lost her mother’s necklace. Kyra’s from Australia and had only just moved here to join the team. She was probably hiding how daunting it was to move to the other side of the world at her age.”

In that moment, your eyes met, a silent acknowledgment passing between you as you realised what story she was about to tell. A subtle smile from her as you wondered if and how she knew about what you did.

“So everyone, all in good spirits of course, teased her about her clumsiness. We were all having a laugh when Y/N left the room quite suddenly, without many people noticing.” Alessia, with a fond smile, continued the story. “When warm-up time came, both Y/N and Kyra were still missing. That’s when I offered to go find them. I discovered them in the dressing room, and there was Y/N, holding Kyra’s necklace in her hand.”

The realisation hit you that she was indeed talking about what you thought she was. You didn’t know she had noticed, and you felt your cheeks flush at the unexpected revelation. Alessia’s tone softened, “Y/N was helping Kyra dry her tears, cracking jokes to cheer her up. It was a side of Y/N that I hadn’t seen on the pitch, a softer, caring side.”

Everyone at the table stayed silent, waiting for Alessia to continue telling her story as she took a quick sip of her wine. “Later, I found out from a staff member that Y/N had insisted on going back to the bus. She didn’t want to leave until she found Kyra’s necklace, tucked in between two chairs.”

As Alessia spoke, her words painting a picture of a side of you that even you hadn’t fully acknowledged, your cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and something else. You hadn’t expected her to notice the small act of kindness, let alone share it with your parents. But, as her words lingered, a warmth spread through you. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

You stared at your plate, trying to hide your now likely glowing cheeks, poking at your food and thinking back to that moment as Alessia continued, her gaze warm as she sent your parents a quick smile, “After that, I started noticing more of these acts of kindness from Y/N, not just for Kyra but for everyone, and never taking any credit for it. It’s those moments that made me fall for her.”

That last sentence had you accidentally drop your fork onto your plate with a loud clang, grabbing your parents’ attention as you looked at Alessia, studying her face as it was now her turn to avoid any eye contact by focusing all her attention on gathering some spaghetti on her fork. You were pretty sure your mom was saying something like “aww” in the background, although that seemed like noise to you as you were sure you saw Alessia’s cheeks flush as well now. She looked flustered, clearly taken aback by her own words, yet somehow all you could think about in that moment was how beautiful that made her look.

The room fell into a brief silence after Alessia’s heartfelt recount of that day. Your heart, which had been racing a moment ago, now thudded softly. Alessia’s gaze now held yours, and suddenly you felt something beyond the charade you were playing. As she looked away again, you found yourself wanting to say something. Yet, words eluded you, and all you managed was a grateful smile.

You pinched yourself under the table, trying to rid your mind of the spiral it was heading towards. It only semi-worked, and any distraction was useless as long as the person causing your inner turmoil was sitting next to you, drowning you in her perfume. You didn’t really think about your actions when you suddenly got up from your place at the table. When you felt everyone’s eyes on you, you quickly stacked some plates, starting to clear the table.

Before you could grab Alessia’s, however, you felt her hand on yours, stopping you in your tracks. “Let me take care of that. Everyone got room for dessert?” Your parents both smiled and nodded as you started to panic again. “Oh, I didn’t g—” you started, but Alessia quickly stopped you again by softly putting her hand on your shoulder and sitting you back down. “Don’t worry, I got this. Just wait here.”

“Did you really do that?” Your mom’s voice drew your attention back to the table. “Yeah,” you said, thankful for the moment of peace as you took a sip of water in an attempt to cool down a bit. “That’s really sweet, honey. I guess we raised you right.”

The three of you chatted away for a few minutes until Alessia returned carrying four plates with some delicious-looking tiramisu. “If you guys are anything like this one over here,” she gestured towards you, “I think you might like what I’ve made.”

Everyone thoroughly enjoyed the surprise dessert as Alessia, upon your mom’s curiosity, spoke about her Italian roots. Your dad remarked that it was the best dessert he had ever had, to which your mom insisted Alessia sent her the recipe as she’d never seen your dad this quiet.

When everyone had finished the delicious tiramisu, your dad mentioned something about a basketball game. Alessia, a bit of a basketball enthusiast herself, asked him which team he supported, and before you knew it, they were caught up in a conversation you and your mom could not contribute to in the slightest. After a while, you decided to just turn on the game for them to watch whilst you and your mom took care of the dishes.

“She’s a catch,” your mom immediately said when you two were alone in the kitchen. “She’s really lovely.” “Yeah, she really is,” you said, and you realised you didn’t have to lie about that. “The way she looks at you, and how she talks about you is really special, Y/N. You should hold on to that,” she added. “I know mum, thanks,” you said, your head starting to spin again wondering what she meant by ‘the way she looks at you’.

When you went back into the living room to collect the last items from the table, you saw Alessia and your dad both shouting angrily at the TV. You chuckled quietly as you picked up an empty wine bottle and some napkins. A warm feeling crept into your stomach as if you had just taken a sip of strong liquor, and you wondered if it had anything to do with you seeing Alessia getting along so well with your dad.

By the time you and your mom had finished cleaning up and going through all the recent family gossip, the game was over, and everyone decided it was time to go bed. Your parents stayed in the guest room, and you and Alessia took off to yours to wait until the coast was clear, and she could sneak off to Lotte’s.

“I think that went pretty well,” Alessia started as she sat down on the edge of your bed. “I hope they liked me.” “Oh, they loved you,” you said. “You were perfect. Thank you for doing this, Alessia.” You sent her a quick but kind smile. “Alessia,” she mumbled.

“What was that?” You asked. “Oh, nothing. It’s just I’ve noticed you keep calling me Alessia. It’s not very girlfriend-y, is it? Maybe you should call me something cuter,” she said, a teasing grin on her face.

“Oh, should I now? Like what?” You said, matching her teasing tone, not giving her enough time to answer as you plopped down next to her. “Hmmm shall I call you… buttercup? Sweetie pie?”

“Noooo, none of those please!” She giggled. “Honey? Pumpkin?” You continued. “Y/N! You know what I mean!” She laughingly exclaimed as she grabbed a pillow to smash you with. “Muffin? Marshmallow!”

You and your snake reflexes caught both her wrists before the pillow could reach your face. “Why are they all food related?” She grunted, trying to escape your grasp.

“Oh, you want serious ones? Fine. Have it your way, babe,” you grinned smugly. Alessia clearly saw her chance as she stopped trying to rid herself of your grip and instead suddenly lifted herself off the bed, using gravity to push you and the pillow down beneath her.

You knew you had lost the battle when you felt the pillow connect with your face and then your body, Alessia keeping you trapped between the bed and the pillow. “Hey! Is that still not good enough?” You asked, a chuckle escaping your mouth. She pressed down a little harder, grinning at your useless squirming. “Cutie! Sweetheart? Baby girl?” You tried.

“That’s more like it.” She loosened her grip slightly. “Sunshine,” you added as you used the momentum you gained to push yourself back off the bed. “Beautiful,” you said, a bit more quietly as you suddenly found yourself sitting face to face with Alessia again.

There was a bit of an awkward silence after that one, your eyes meeting and then both looking away and quickly getting off the bed. “Yeah, that’ll do. Or you know, you can start by calling me Less or Lessi instead of Alessia.”

“Fine, I’ll consider it. I think the coast should be clear by now, by the way,” you said, opening the door and peaking around the corner, nodding at Alessia after. “Good night, Y/N,” she whispered. “Good night, marshmallow,” you whispered in return, to which she sent you a quick glare before quietly sprinting off to Lotte’s room.

What followed after was a restless night. A combination of all the events of the night and the alcohol still in your system left your mind a spinning mess. You eventually tired yourself out and fell asleep, but not before you noticed light starting to seep through your curtains.

When you woke up the next morning you felt exhausted and confused. At first, you thought last night might’ve just been a dream, but then you noticed one of your pillows was still on the floor, and you knew it had been real. You stumbled downstairs to be met with Alessia cooking breakfast in your kitchen. You wondered how she became such a good actress because the sight felt oddly familiar to you, like she did this for you every morning.

“Morning marshmallow,” you said, voice still raspy as you startled her out of her focused state. “Morning Y/N, how did you sleep?” She smiled, and you wondered why she didn’t fight the new nickname. “Hey, how come you get to call me Y/N?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“So you didn’t sleep well, huh?” She looked up from the counter to meet your eyes, tone almost accusatory but her look rather soft. You had become quite good at changing the subject when you didn’t want to talk about something, yet somehow she had already figured you out. You tried to busy yourself with making coffee, but you soon felt a hand on yours, stopping you in your tracks.

“How about you go take a shower? I’ve got this covered,” she said, hand not leaving yours before you set the pot back down. You wondered when her little touches had started to set your skin on fire yet make you shiver at the same time. “Yeah, okay. Thanks.”

After your shower, you made sure all doors were closed before you had your morning chat with yourself in the mirror. After all, Alessia apparently knew about your weird habit, and you could not afford having her listening in on this one. Today you were in for a stern talking to from yourself. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?” You asked yourself, sending a harsh glare to your own reflection.

“You can’t do this to yourself, and furthermore, you can’t do this to her. She is doing something really nice for you, and you can’t turn something you both agreed on was just pretend into something more. It’s not fair to her. You know she has a boyfriend. Frankly, Y/N Y/L/N, you’re being extremely inappropriate and it has to end now. Today, you behave yourself.”

As you walked back down the stairs, the smell of scrambled eggs and fresh coffee caught up with you, and you found your parents and Alessia sitting at the table with the delicious food in front of them. “Yesterday’s tiramisu and now this? She’s a keeper Y/N!”

The rest of the day went by swiftly as you gave your parents a tour of your neighbourhood and then some other parts of London, with a newfound determination to keep your walls up. ‘Friendly, but not too friendly’, is what you kept telling yourself as you interacted with Alessia throughout the day.

When she put her hand on the small of your back as you stood in line at a coffee shop, you thought about the moment before a corner kick in a football match, where your opponent would usually do the same thing. When you were sat shoulder to shoulder on a bench at the park, in your mind she was a tree you were leaning against. When that tree started to talk, you were inside a fairytale. One about friendship, and certainly without a princess. Whatever you had to tell yourself to make the bad thoughts disappear.

The four of you walked by the Thames, you showed your parents some of your favourite sights, and you walked around Covent Garden before settling down for a delicious lunch at your favourite café. After that you took them to the Museum of Natural History where you spent the majority of the afternoon. Everything went surprisingly well and your change of mindset seemed to work. When the sun started to set the four of you settled at one of your favourite restaurants around the city centre.

“Thank you for having us here, girls. I know you both live busy lives, so it’s really nice of you to spend all this time with us,” your mom said as you all waited for your dinner to arrive. “Of course!” Alessia answered with a genuine smile. “It’s been lovely meeting you, finally.” She quickly winked at you. “And you!” Your dad replied as your mom nodded along, both of them smiling broadly.

“So, Alessia,” your mom started after a brief moment of silence. “I’m sure Y/N has mentioned this before, but Charlotte, her sister, is getting married next month.” You felt your temperature start to rise as she continued. “Now I know you’re a very busy person, so it’s totally fine if you can’t come on such short notice, but she did plan it after you two have a Friday match so Y/N could be there the rest of the weekend.”

You and Alessia shared a few glances in which you desperately tried to communicate she didn’t have to come. “So, Alessia, how would you like a little trip to Paris? All expenses paid off course.” Your mom and dad both looked at her expectantly, but before she could even open your mouth you interjected.

“Invites went out months ago and we shouldn’t bother Charlotte by adding a plus one so last minute, don’t you think?” You asked, hoping this would solve the situation.

“A plus one?” Your mom asked. “Don’t be ridiculous Y/N, she’s family now. Besides, I already asked your sister about it and she said she’d love it if Alessia would be there.”

You thanked your lucky stars as you noticed a waiter approach your table with several delicious looking dishes, interrupting the excruciating conversation before your mom could ask anymore questions. The food served as a perfect distraction as you all munched away and hums of enjoyment filled the air.

You managed to keep up chit-chat about anything an everything but your sisters wedding until all four of you had finished your dinner and took the last sips of your wine. When your mom went to the toilet and your dad went to the counter to settle the bill, you finally had a moment alone with Alessia.

“Less,” you started. “I’m so sorry about that. I promise you really don’t have to come to Paris. I will make up an excuse for you, don’t worry about it,” you blurted out.

“Actually,” she started. “I thought it might be fun. Besides, what girlfriend would skip their partner’s sister’s wedding?” You took a moment to examine her expression to ensure she was being serious. “Really?” You asked.

“Yeah, if you’d like that of course,” she stated, though it sounded more like a question. “Yeah, no, of course, let’s do it.” You smiled at her and she did the same as a brief but comfortable silence fell over both of you.

“Hey, you finally called me Less!” She teasingly interrupted the moment. “Better get used to it, marshmallow.” You teased back, right before your parents returned and you both got up to leave the restaurant and head back home.

The next morning the four of you had one last breakfast together before your parents left. “So, girls. I don’t mean to rush you and there’s no pressure, but I did promise Charlotte I’d let her know as soon as possible if Alessia would join us in Paris.” Your mom spoke. You and Alessia shared a quick glance as if to check if you both still agreed on what you decided yesterday. “I would love to be there.” Alessia smiled at your mom. “Great, I’ll let her know!”

Once everyone had finished their breakfast you hugged your parents goodbye, Alessia doing the same, and they left. “Less,” you started as she smiled at you finally getting used to not using her full name. “I don’t know how to thank you for doing all this. It’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me,” you admitted.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I had a great time.” She smiled sincerely. “Do you think it went well?” She asked and you glared at her in disbelieve.

“Are you kidding me? You’re pretty much the ideal daughter in law. Polite, kind, funny, charming, beauti-” you stopped abruptly as you realised what you were about to blurt out. “-fully talented. You know, at football,” you tried to save yourself as you quickly busied yourself with gathering dishes.

“I best get going,” Alessia said as you looked up at her and noticed her cheeks having a light pink shade. “Yeah, of course.” You put down the plates and gave her a quick hug. “Thank you again, Less, so much.” The hug wasn’t as short as anticipated as you both held on just a bit longer than you would usually.

You belly flopped your tired body on the couch as soon as Alessia had closed the door behind herself. The weekend had gone infinitely better than expected. Your parents fell for your deceit and they loved your pretend girlfriend. You, however, almost seemed to fall for your own deception as well. Was it really just acting? Or did the line between pretence and reality blur somewhere? Surely it couldn’t. This was just your mind being inappropriate again.

Either way, just when you thought you had managed to get through the weekend, it turned out the adventure was not nearly over yet. There was much more to come. The city of love awaited you and your pretend girlfriend. You and your wonderful, sweet, beautiful pretend girlfriend that wasn’t actually yours.

-> Chapter III

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #lionesses #lionesses x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso x reader #engwnt x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #arsenal wfc

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malevessel · 3 months

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WHAT ONE DOES FOR LOVE

Jordan had been working as a model for several years. It started as something casual but soon his beautiful Latin body became famous and brands raffed it off. He quickly gained fame and fortune, and it may have gone to his head a little. After years of care and training he had gone from the sweet boy he once was to a fucking hot play boy.

However, Jordan was no fool. He knew perfectly well what was happening and at that moment he didn't care. But now years later he had realized that he lost many things along the way.

He moved away from his family, and his childhood friends, and as for love, well, since his body and attitude were so superficial, the girls he hung out with were too. They were with him for his body and his money. But as the years went by and Jordan was looking for something deeper than just sex, which was not difficult to get because he was very well "hung."

Jordan realized that he had become so abstracted from the real world that he had lost his ability to relate to the world outside of the show. That wasn't a problem until he met her. It was unintentionally, a simple act of fate, but in one of his photo sessions, Jordan had bumped into her, who worked in the photography studio, in the image editing studio. It was a resounding crush of love.

She was about his age, but she didn't look like any girl he'd ever been with. She was dressed very neatly but you couldn't say that she was a sexy woman, by usual standards. But for Jordan she was a world.

Months passed and although Jordan tried to get to her on several occasions he was always rejected. Last time she had told him that she could never be with someone with so much money and so little brain.

Jordan wasn't stupid, he never was. It's just that he had spent so much time in fame that he no longer knew how to act in any other way, in a more humble way. However Jordan found a solution to that. Ed.

Ed was one of his "admirers", not to mention stalker. Jordan knew he wasn't dangerous, but sometimes it was annoying to have someone like that chasing him around like a paparachi. However from what he could see, Ed had no problem interacting with people. He was friendly and respectful, just as you would expect from someone who didn't have an image like Jordan's. Ed almost fainted when Jordan knocked on his door one night.

After trying to calm him down, Jordan offered Ed an impossible deal. Jordan needed Ed to posses him. That is, he needed Ed to take care of Jordan's body.

Ed couldn't believe what he was hearing. His sexual fantasy was in his house, telling him that he would give him his body.

It took Jordan a while to explain the situation to Ed. He wasn't going to give him his body, he was going to share it. So Jordan, or rather, Ed, could gradually establish a relationship with her crush, and Ed could live the life of his dreams. Ed accepted without hesitation.

The process, far from being "magical", was painful, especially for Jordan. The body tends to reject an invading soul, and not resisting is very complicated. But in the end Es was in, and with Jordan too tired it allowed him to explore that new body well.

The next morning Jordan let his new "partner" drive. Ed tried various poses and juice in the shower only to head to his new closet. He was very clear that he wanted leather. It was his great fetish, and with that body it would look incredible. After a dance and some sexy tight pants, "Jordan" was ready to conquer the heart of his beloved, and maybe his body too.

#male possession #consensual possession #leather

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mandy-asimp · 1 year

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Sex in the Flowers

pairing: Larissa Weems x sex worker!reader

summary: y/n hasn't been int he game long, but when she met Larissa Weems, her life changed. And after a few months of meeting, she quits her job. ON the last meeting she has, she tries to tell her but Larissa just wont listen.

warnings: language, smut, rough(ish??), mommy kink, breeding kink, shifter cock, thigh riding, fingering, oral, degrading, praise, love confession

a/n: if you see a misspelling, no you dont.

It came as a shock that Larissa Weems had time for this. Let alone planned it all for you. And all you had to do was show up to her office door at 3 sharp.

And so in your shortest sun dress and white vans, you knocked on the door as the time rolled over. Beaming up to the woman who you adored.

But on her half, she assumed that you flashed everyone that smile. It was apart of your job. You were paid to go on dates with rich and wealthy. Mostly their sons in a way to try and match make you. The day you mentioned going for a female crowd as well, your check became way more.

Larissa had accidentally stumbled across you and figured it wouldn't hurt. Yet, with every date, she became more in need of you. Wanted you all to herself and to never think of others trying to take you.

"You look absolutely adorable, darling." Larissa complimented. Please with the blush that covered your cheeks. "Are you ready? I picked out a secret place for us."

"Lead the way, love." You gestured. You knew the nickname caught her off guard. As you never gave nicknames to anyone. It was in your rules, don't give nicknames or you'll get attached. So what was this all about?

She hummed and held your hand towards the car. Where in a summer breeze your hair flowed freely. The music playing in the background as you acted without a care in the world.

This was a side Larissa had never seen. She was loving it ever so much. But it was driving her mad that she didn't know what was causing this free spirit energy.

In a matter of time, you had found yourselves in an isolated field. The two of you laughing over silly things.

At a point you had gotten up to dance around in the field. All while Larissa unpacked the sandwiches she had made and the glasses for the wine. Her blue eyes never once leaving your figure. You could feel her eyes one you. It made you happier than you've ever been.

Mostly excited to tell her you quit your job and love her. The only thing is: you were putting a lot of faith in how you read her actions. For all could go wrong and she doesn't see you in any romantic way and just loves the idea of you. And knowing she could've easily bought it was her finale tie. But you were praying it wasn't like that.

"Darling, come eat!" She called over to you. Smiling ever so softly as you walked over without breaking eye contact. Once you sat, you did something new and sat on her lap instead. Letting you arms wrap around her neck and hugging her. "What has got you in such a mood?"

"Mmm, I just missed you ever so much! What'd you make?" You got comfortable in her lap and reached for a sandwich.

"You're favorites, I figured you've been working so hard and only probably taken out to fancy, so I figured that something casual would be nicer for you." Larissa summed up and you could only feel your heart beat faster.

"Yes about work!" You saw the moment, only to be shushed by the woman who held you carefully.

"Let's just enjoy the time we have together," she whispered close to your ear.

The two of you chatted while nibbling on sandwiches and sipping on wine. You kept shifting however. There was something that was making you uncomfortable, you assumed it was just a foot. Which lead to you now laying on the blanket on your stomach. Reading a book out loud for the both of you. Not noticing how your dress hiked up your legs.

You're too occupied with the book that you don't see how Larissa looks at your body. How she traces every dent and bump on your legs. Every color she ingrains into her memory. The colors of what was going to be hers. And finally she couldn't help it. Her hands needed to touch you.

Her fingers ghosted over your legs. It wasn't till her hand had your thigh in her grasp. "Larissa." You warned. Playing into the job she thinks you still have. You sat up, which made her hand move away.

"I'm sorry." She looked away in shame. Only to be brought back to face you by your hands. "I know it's against the rules but I couldn't help."

"You're fine, we can act like it was a subtle mishap. Nobody will know." You gave her reassurance. Now laying on your back with your knees bent. Showing even more as you kept reading.

Is it possible you're teasing her? No! Impossible! You are far to innocent and sweet to tease her. Plus, why would you tease if she can't even touch you?

But maybe you were teasing, especially now that you've managed to move your dress to expose your frilly laced trimmed panties. The cute bow being what drew her attention.

"Do you always wear cute panties?" She let her hand trace delicately, almost not at all. Her eyes jumping all over your body.

"Larissa Weems, you're being awfully handsy."

"And you're being an awful tease." She puffed out. "I mean truly, your rules make no sense! I get to take you on dates, but never am I allowed to pay for you, buy you anything, touch you, nor spend more than a night with you. I truly don't get what you get out of this!"

You were stunned by her. Were you meant to get anything out of this? But then you busted out laughing.

And after a moment of laughter, you finally could talk. "Well it seems like someone doesn't agree with the rules. You signed the contract as well. Now, keep your hands off while I keep reading."

She gave you a heavier huff and pulled her hands into her lap. Listening carefully to your words. Noting how they seemed way more important now that it was you. Her eyes searched at what she couldn't touch. Trailing over ever detail of your skin. Wishing that just for a day she could touch and hold you.

"You're not paying attention to me anymore. So, bring your eyes up and not lingering." You broke into her thoughts. Closing the book and sitting up. The dress falling back over your panties. "Seriously, what has gotten into you today?"

Larissa was clearly fed with your games. "Jesus, Y/n! I just want to fuck you senseless!" She shouted.

And once again you were stunned by the silver haired woman. "Was that all it took? A tiny bit of teasing?" You couldn't help the growing smile. "Did you know, for the very brief time I've done this, I thought I would be married off before I broke any rule. To even think that it only took me to find you."

"What?" Larissa was confused now. Becoming dumbfounded when you climbed onto her lap, straddling her and keeping her trapped. “Y/n…”

“If you had just let me tell you my exciting news about work we could’ve skipped to this part so quickly,” your voice was low, kept just between the two of you. “I’ve always wanted to be fucked in a pretty flower field.”

Larissa didn't think twice, her lips were on yours in seconds flat. Moaning at the taste of the wine on your lips. You had barely drunken any but the divine taste lingered. She was sloppy and hurried.

“Easy tiger…” You hummed out. Using slight force to push her off. “You have to let me tell you about work.”

She frowned at you, you kept mentioning it. Was it some new rule update? What was so important that's keeping her from devouring you.

“What is it Y/n?” She whispered. She didn't want to scare you off with a higher volume.

“I quit.” You smiled. Yet she wasn’t. “I thought you would’ve been happy for me?”

Larissa cane back to her senses. Pushing you off her lap. “I am, but that means I won’t see you again.”

“Nonsense, my love. I quit cause I fell in love.” You beamed now. Your smile being blinding. “Truly, I didn’t mean to, but you know what they say. You can’t control it. The only thing is if it’s returned.”

A long tense silence washed over. “How long?” She finally broke it.

“Since last week. I met with everyone and told them it was over.” You felt less confidence in everything. And the silence didn't do anything to help settle the nerves. Nor did the silence, which actually made you regret saying anything. "I'm sorry, I should just go now." You were about to leave.

"Y/n?" Her voice shook. You couldn't look her in the eyes so you looked to her legs. How perfectly they were folded to the side. "Y/n, look at me."

You couldn't, you felt so stupid now. Like a little child getting a simple math problem wrong. "No, truly, just forget I said anything." You were walking away, carefully stepping around flowers. But when you missed the overgrown flower stem and tripped, you swore this was the worst day ever.

You felt tears fill your eyes, and could hardly move. You felt an overwhelming mix of emotions. Embarrassment taking mostly, but sad because your dress was now dirty.

It wasn't until arms scooped you up that you let out a small sob. Curling into yourself once you were in her lap. Her hands stroking your hair and thigh to calm you.

"I need you to look at me darling," she whispered. When you didn't she used her own hand to get you to look at her. Meeting your teary eyes. "There you are, none of these tears. You let yourself get to the worse case."

You gave a sniffle, "But you didn't sound happy or thrilled. You didn't even say anything back." You frowned. "Is it because I'm too young? Or do you not find me attractive? Was it easier because you could just buy me?"

"Oh baby no! That's never been the reason. I think you are the sweetest, most charming little thing ever. You're young, you shouldn't want an old hag such as me. You have so many people who would kill to even have a chance with you." She was rambling, but cut short with your lips on hers. Soft and passionate.

You held onto her like she was going to disappear. She was returning the kiss with the same amount of passion. You were ready to die in her arms.

Larissa pulled back and laughed lightly at how you chased after her. You slowly peeled your eyes open again. "I love you." You mumbled in the space. "I love every single part of you. I love you, Larissa Weems."

"Angel, don't say things you don't mean." She stared past you into the field. Suddenly you felt anger. How could she disregard you like this?

You huffed and sat on the other side of the blanket. "Don't belittle me." You felt heat bubble in your stomach. "I confess my love, quit my job, all because I'm so damn in love with you and all you can do is reject me. I put myself out there just for you, and if you don't want me I'm sure as hell someone else would!" You yelled, frustration expressing itself through heated tears.

Something about that sentence got to Larissa. She couldn't believe you would put yourself that low because of her. Yet, her next words only could spur you on. "What, whore yourself around?"

"I'd rather be a whore than mommy's unwanted!" You screamed without realizing. You weren't even making full sense now. "Maybe someone else would please me at least! I'll find someone else to fuck me dumb in a flower field!" You were about to leave once again.

"I suggest you stay put before you do something you regret." Her voice was dangerously low, but you couldn't ignore what it did to you. You wanted more of it.

"Or what?!" You held your ground. That waws until you were on the ground. Her hands on your chest pushing you down with a great strength.

"Mommy's gonna fuck you like the slut you want to be." She purred in your ear. Your breathing stopped. Was this what dying felt like? "Wouldn't you like that pretty girl? To be fucked dumb and hard by me in this field?"

You had this look already in your eyes. It didn't take much to put you into a sub headspace. It never had, a few compliments from a pretty lady and you were puddy in their hands.

"Look at you, already complying with me. Such a good, good girl. Do you truly want this?" Larissa let her hands up a bit. Giving you enough space to back out now.

You were long gone by now. "Please, mommy! I wanna be your good girl, please!" You were at your breaking point. You needed some relief and you needed it now.

Larissa knew this when your hips bucked up to find hers. "So needy baby, but what happened to wanting to whore yourself out? Being a dirty slut?"

"M' so sorry! Never again! Promise!" You were only falling deeper and deeper into the mind set. Eventually you'd become nothing but incoherent words.

Her hands roamed your body, sliding down your legs and back up under your dress. Her thumbs running just under your boobs. Listening to you whine for more. "What do you want angel?"

"All..." you hummed. Larissa immediately knew what you meant. And the devilish smile that dawned on her was intense.

The dress you had on was suddenly gone and the early summer breeze ran over you. Making you shiver with anticipation. Her hands cupping your boobs making you less cold. She played with them like dough, pulling airy moans from you, but it wasn't enough.

Her lips began attacking your neck while her thigh found its way between yours. Making you cry out as your hips began moving on their own. She could feel your slick running on her leg.

"Is that all for me princess? You're so wet for mommy. Have you been anticipating this moment?" Her warm breath was gliding on your neck. You could feel her hand move to find your heat. Meaning you lost the contact with her thigh and you whined. You whined like a puppy being told no.

"You're ok, Imma take such good care of you." Her hand found way to where you needed her the most. Drawing tight circles on your clit. Larissa's blue eyes watched with how you bit your lip to silence yourself. "Uh-uh baby, let mommy hear how good she's making you feel."

And you did, you let loose. Letting her know that she had you entirely. "Mmph, more." You matched her movements. Missing the touch of her as soon as it left. "NO! Please!"

"It's ok, I'm right here. We're gonna get rid of these ok? She fiddled with you panties. Pulling them down your thighs, light kisses being left in the trial. Then the found your inner thigh. Where she nipped and sucked bruises all over. "You're all mine baby. Nobody else gets to have you like this."

"Only yours, mommy." You let your hand tangle into her perfect pin up. "Mommy, your hair." You frowned.

"Does someone want to run their fingers through it?" You could only nod at her words, too lost with how her silver curls fell freely.

That was the moment she knew. Larissa knew you meant your words. Each and every one.

Her head dipped back between your legs, kissing your clit several times while you dug into her hair. Doing everything you could to pull her into you.

Larissa caved finally, giving into your wants. And you thought it was heaven, but one skilled tongue went a long way for you. She had you squirming for more. It was never enough some how. And just as you thought she was going to grant you a release, she pulled away.

"W-what?!" You looked down to her. Instantly forgetting of it as she began to loose her clothing. Letting you focus on between her legs. You were confused suddenly. "Mommy?"

She just smiled at you. "A shapeshifter honey, it's easy to manipulate to my needs. And I need to fill you with my babies, ok?"

You could only respond by pulling her down to you and kissing her. "Yours?"

Larissa softly nodded. "You'll look so cute with that belly, so round and full. Doesn't that sound nice baby?"

Then suddenly, you wanted to make her feel good. She was doing all the work, it wasn't fair. She could sense your gears turning. But never got to ask as you pushed her back and settled between her legs.

"Baby? What are- oh!" She moaned as you licked her tip. Swirling all over it before sinking onto it. Her eyes couldn't tear away from you. How you looked her in the eyes the entire time.

Her mind could focus only on you. How your tongue knew where to lick. How your eyes knew how to look. You were consuming her and she didn't know how. All she wanted was to have you with her every single second of the day.

"Oh baby, just like that. You're doing so well sweet girl. Mommy's perfect princess." Her praise sent a throbbing to your core each time. "I'm so close, god baby you're so good for me!" Her hips began to meet you. Stuttering the second you took her all in. You felt the warm liquid shoot down your throat.

Swallowing it all, you pulled off of her. Only to move fast and crawl on top of her. Lining yourself up. You slammed her all in. Both of you moaning loudly and breathing quickly.

It was all you needed to get that release you had been denied earlier. Larissa quivered at how you tightened around her. Almost forgetting that she was the one who was supposed to be in control.

But once she could find your eyes, you knew you fucked up. "You just couldn't wait could you? Such a whore for your own pleasures. I thought you were my good girl? But was all this so you could use me for pleasure?"

You shook your head quickly, "No! Mommy, please. M' sorry!" You were quick to apologize. "I...you just...I needed you." You shyed away.

"Well, now you're gonna get me. And I hope you accept it all." It was too quick, the movement. You were back on your back and she was on top.

You both were still. Staring down at your stomach. The bulge being so evident. But her stillness only made you suffer. "Please..." you begged. Needing her to move even just slightly.

"You are in no room for begging baby, but I'm gonna fuck you so good."

And she did. She truly meant it all. How she would fuck her babies into you. It was a repeating cycle for what felt like eternity. By the end you were wrapped up in her arms all dressed again as she carried you back to the car. Whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

Once back to her office, you couldn't even think of leaving her. And even when she tried to say goodbye, she missed how you practically clung to her. She wasn't ready for you to leave either yet.

"Rissa?" You called for her attention. Instantly getting it. " I meant it. I love you."

"I know you did pretty girl. And you showed it so well, that I love you too. Now what do you say about a nap?" She kissed the top of your head.

"Really? You'll let me stay?" You lit up, excited at the thought.

She bobbed her head, "For as long as you want. I'm yours forever, Y/n."

The two of you ended the day with the longest nap you've ever had. It was the perfect way to end the date.

#principal larissa weems #larissa x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa x you #larissa weems #larissa weems smut #smut #wednesday #gwendoline christie #mommy

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soubi122 · 2 years

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How Long? Part 2

Ranxreader.

Warnings: Cheating, alcohol, toxic Ran, smut, suggestive, angst, mentions of murder, murder, slightly graphic description of murder, hurt to comfort and fluff No Minors please, MDNI!

Enjoy my loves!

Part 1

***the next morning***

Ran returned home sometime in the morning, expecting to see you balled up on the couch or in bed but he was met with silence and emptiness. “(Y/N)?” He called out while stumbling from room to room, his vision was blurry and everything looked to be in place, including your car keys. He figured you’d gone out for a walk or something and would be back later - of course, you couldn’t live without him. Ran passed out on the couch without a second thought of your whereabouts. Hours later, he was woken up by the sound of the front door opening, he lazily got up to see Rindou standing in the doorway. “What are you doing here? Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked while rubbing his eyes and yawning. “I’m surprised she didn’t change the locks or try to kill you.” Rindou says while smirking. He was only coming in to check and make sure that you didn’t murder Ran, the rage in your eyes had him worried for his older brother. By 10:00 p.m., you still hadn’t come home and Ran was beginning to lose his patience. Fine…she wants to act like a brat? Fuck it. He thinks and decides to shower now that he sobered up.

When rummaging through his drawer for clean clothes - he noticed that your nightstand drawer was left open. Ran peered into the drawer, your cellphone was there and he noticed that several items were missing. She didn’t… He began to go through all your drawers, your clothes and beloved items were all there. However, when he opened the safe in the closet - your birth certificate and government documents were gone. Panic started to set in when he realized that you weren’t coming back. Mostly because of what Mikey might say. If you fled, he would have no choice but to treat you like a traitor. He immediately got dressed and began to look for you at any place where you could possibly be. He spent the next three days looking for you, there was no trace of you anywhere.

“How the fuck did you lose track of her?” Kokonoi yelled at Ran, they all gathered at his home and were surprised that you fled. They thought you were smarter than that - did you really think that you could outrun Bonten? “Mikey’s gonna have her head when he finds out…” Sanzu said while loading his gun’s clip. He was prepared to follow the King’s orders, even if it meant killing someone he was once close to. “You just couldn’t keep your dick to yourself.” Kakucho chimed in and scolded Ran - though he was the youngest, he was the most level headed and most responsible.

Several weeks passed, Bonten couldn't find you and Ran was feeling the effect of your absence. Mornings were cold without you. There was no longer anyone to take care of him when he came home bloody and bruised. There was no one to provide him love and adoration, there was no one who gave him the warmth he seeked in an empty bed and he was left to vices. He’s been through dozens of relationships, dozens of women and dozens of breakups - why was this one feeling any different? Oh right, you were his fiance - he’s the one that proposed to you. He made the choice to keep you by his side. He's the one that fell head over heels first and the first to suggest you move in together. He made the first moves though you asked him for more time - you gave into him. You surrendered everything to him, and he knew that he meant the world to you. He was given everything, but all he gave back were material things that have no value in love.

The sound of his cell phone going off snapped him out of his thoughts. He didn’t bother to look at the caller ID and answered with a hum. “Have you seen the news?” Takeomi’s voice was laced with concern. “No. Why? Did Sanzu get arrested or something?” Ran was not prepared for the next words that rolled off Takeomi’s tongue…

Within minutes all Bonten members met at Mikey’s office. Everyone was trying to figure out what the hell happened, how it happened and when it happened. “The cops have a positive ID, it’s her. They have yet to release her information to the press.” Ran had lost all color in his face and he felt like he was about to throw up. Kokonoi had the tv on with the news airing:

Local police found the body of a young woman at the bottom of a lake yesterday morning. A group of teenagers went swimming in the area and reported the body. They were engaging in a popular challenge, the challenge was who could reach the bottom of the lake and retrieve any lost valuables. Unfortunately, they found more than what they bargained for when they opened the zipper of the duffle bag. Police were notified immediately and when the divers were sent to investigate - they confirmed that the bag held the body of a woman. We will be updating this story with more information as the police try to identify the body.

The cops that Bonten had on their payroll notified Kokonoi and Kakucho immediately when they received the detailed report and suspected that it could have been Ran’s missing fiance. They sent a picture of the engagement ring taken from the corpse. There was speculation that you were kidnapped off the streets or that someone was following you that night at the bar. The guilt was gnawing away at Ran. Within hours of the news airing, someone in the police department leaked information to the media.

A shocking new development regarding the body of the young woman that was found in the lake yesterday morning. Police now confirmed that the duffle bag was weighted with cinder blocks and the woman suffered a gunshot wound to her head. Her hands and feet were bound, this looks to have been a personal affair - the organized crime unit suspects that the woman was targeted due to her involvement with a major gang. The victim was [x] year old (L/N) (Y/N), if anyone has any information - please contact [x] Police Department.

“Mikey, I need to retrieve (Y/N)’s body…I can’t just leave her in that freezer.” Ran said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Everyone understood Ran’s position, even though he brought this upon himself, it would be cruel to leave your body there. “No…” Mikey’s response shocked everyone, they figured he would allow Ran this favor as he too was fond of you. “Boss?” Rindou asked as he was stunned at Mikey's response. His expression was empty, there was no trace of sorrow or even empathy for his fellow member. “Mikey, we can’t just leave-” Ran began to protest when he was cut off by Mikey’s words. “As long as they don’t connect her to us, she’s no longer our concern. I guess she really couldn’t live without you…” His words were cold. It reminded Ran of his last words to you on that ill fated day. The day he single handedly destroyed you and his relationship. There was no use in arguing with him about this, his words were final. “She was your friend too Mikey…” Kokonoi said as he prepared for the aftermath of your death. Bonten was not allowed to visit the morgue to retrieve the body - it was a huge risk. As this was treated as a homicide, anyone who would come forward with information would be treated as a suspect.

Ran found himself clutching to your pillow at night, tracing his fingers over your face in photos, he refused to throw out your belongings. Even though he knew you were gone forever, he kept your perfumes, your makeup, your body wash - anything that gave off your scent. He was even more upset when he couldn’t even retrieve the engagement ring from the evidence locker at the police station. He tried drowning himself in alcohol to cope with your loss. What started off with taking Rindou out to drown his sorrows, ended up with Ran drowning in sorrow and regret. You were supposed to stick with him, to beg him, to stroke his ego and tell him how much you loved him. You were supposed to forgive him, he was to have you wrapped around his finger. He wasn’t expecting for you to get up and leave. He wasn’t expecting for you to die. Love is a two way street - but Ran realized it a little too late.

He was relieved of any missions until further notice, Mikey allowed him to take time off to grieve - without a leveled head, he was a risk to Bonten. He was wallowing in self pity. How could you leave him? He would wake up in cold sweats, reaching out to your side of the bed - expecting to feel a warm body that would embrace him and erase his guilt. Instead, he was met with emptiness - your side of the bed was cold, your faint scent lingered on the pillow but you were gone. Ran thought he was going mad when he drunkenly called out your name one night and thought he had heard your voice call out to him.

Anything having to do with your case - it was kept clear from Bonten. Mikey made it clear to everyone, including the underlings, to steer clear of the case unless they wanted a bullet to their temple. No questions were to be asked, no internal investigation was to be made and Ran was not allowed to conduct his own independent investigation. He was solely responsible for your murder and Mikey made sure to remind him of that. The case went cold, there were absolutely no leads that could have pointed the authorities in the right direction.

***3 years later***

Bonten moved on, as did Ran - it took time but he finally put your ghost behind him. He was forced to throw out your belongings, it wasn't healthy to cling on to a dead woman's items - they were of no use to you anymore. There were multiple women that have come and gone but none filled the void in his heart. Business continued as usual with stacks of body bags and stacks of money - but Bonten was still empty of the warmth you provided them.

One afternoon Ran was in his office when an underling stumbled in, the poor guy was sweating, pale and out of breath. “S-sir…Y-you're not going to b-believe me…s-she's alive!” Ran couldn't understand what the guy was talking about. "Are you high or something? What the fuck are you going on about?" At this point Ran was on his feet walking towards the man, he was starting to think that Sanzu drugged the guy for shits and giggles. The underling started pacing back and forth, his hands were shaking and he just couldn't stop stuttering. “I-I thought I was hallucinating. But s-she's alive- I didn't think it was p-possible! The news c-c-confirmed her ID.” He began to rant as he paced. It was making Ran uneasy, there was no way he could be referring to you…right?

“Where did you see her?” Ran asked while balling up his fists, if this was some kind of sick joke - he will kill the guy for it. The underling pulled out his phone and showed him the picture of a model, she looked nothing like you. The model was at a cafe and was posing for what looked to be a brunch with friends. Ran pulled his gun out immediately and put it against the man's forehead. “B-Boss! Wait - look a-at the woman in the b-background!” The man pleaded and pointed at his phone. Ran's eyes scanned the image and took a closer look at the photo - when his eyes landed on the woman in the background, he felt faint. This morning’s breakfast was starting to come back up. In the image there was a woman at a slight distance standing behind the model - it was a side profile view and she looked exactly like you. She looked like a waitress at the cafe. There were subtle differences but it was you - you were alive. Ran almost crushed the phone in his hands, you faked your death for 3 years and outwitted Bonten.

Within minutes he stormed out of his office and booked a plane ticket without telling anyone. There was no movement in credit cards or bank accounts for weeks, months, or even a year to indicate that you flew out of Tokyo, let alone the country or to even indicate that you were alive. Where did you get the money to just leave everything behind? “Where is he going?” Kokonoi asked when he saw Ran’s car pull out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. Everyone shrugged their shoulders but the moment the underling walked out of Ran's office, he was grilled by the admins and executives. “I found (Y/N)…” He said with a hopeful look on his face. Their puzzled faces had the man on edge, they were warned not to say your name in Ran's presence but this was a huge revelation. One that solved Bonten's problems and one that would finally give Ran Haitani closure. He was met with an immediate response from Rindou, “You sent my brother on some fucking wild goose chase? She's fucking gone!” The rage in his voice made the man shrink down into the desk. He thought this would have been a great thing for Bonten, to find you. “Is this not good news for us? I thought (Y/N)-” The man couldn’t finish his explanation when he was met with a bullet to the head. Everyone flinched and turned around, who other than Sanzu was crazy enough to set a gun off indoors?

Mikey was standing in the doorway with his gun in hand, there was no warning - he ended the man’s life without a second thought. “I warned everyone about saying her name…or about looking into her death…” Everyone shuddered at the tone in his voice. “Where is Ran?” No one knew, but when Mikey grabbed the guy's cell phone and saw the image - his heart sank.

Ran packed a few things and immediately went to the airport to catch the next available flight to Wakkanai (Hokkaido). When he reached the island, he immediately booked a hotel room north of the city. It gave him a starting point for his search, it would be easy to avoid passing by the same areas over and over again. His cell phone was constantly blowing up with calls, angry texts and voicemails left by Rindou and Kokonoi. It was an abrupt decision that made everyone concerned.

Are you fucking kidding me? You’re going on a whim over some grunt that barely knew (y/n)? Do you have any idea how fucking stupid you look right now? She’s dead…let it go Ran!

End Message

Rindou’s message came off callous and cruel but it was the truth. Ran made a rash decision, he had no idea if you were actually there or if you were alive. The woman in the background of the image only looked like you but to Ran - it was you. The photo was taken only a few months ago so he was taking a shot in the dark. What if it was just a stranger who resembles you, nothing more? The worst part was having to deal with the aftermath of Mikey’s wrath when he returns to Tokyo. After checking into the hotel, he immediately went down to the concierge desk and asked about all the cafes located on this side of the island. He was given a map by the receptionist and she highlighted areas where popular cafes were located. “Please let us know if there is anything else we can assist you with.” The woman at the reception desk said while batting her eyelashes at him. Ran Haitani carried more than just his threatening presence, he still carried that god damn handsome face…

Before the end of the night he received a call, a call that made his blood run cold - it was Mikey with a warning. “She doesn’t want to see you nor be found, leave the island and come back to Tokyo.” It hit him like a ton of bricks. Mikey knew you were alive? Ran’s brain was short circuiting as pieces were starting to fall in place - why Mikey refused to conduct an external investigation regarding your death and why he was so cold about the whole ordeal. Ran just thought it was to keep the heat off of Bonten. “Boss…you knew?” His voice was almost a whisper. Could he really blame you? The only other person who didn’t indulge in Ran’s infidelity was Mikey, he was the only other person you could have confided in. But what hurts the most is that for three years Ran suffered, he was seen at his worst and Mikey let him fall. “Does it make a difference? You did this to yourself Haitani…” With that Mikey ended the call. The stinging in his chest wouldn’t stop - for you to go that far…?

Throughout the upcoming days Ran roamed the streets highlighted on the map. He was desperately trying to find any trace of you. Everywhere he looked, he failed - he asked locals about you - even showed them old pictures of you. He was six days in and still couldn’t find you. He was desperate, so he reached out to the model to ask her for the name of the cafe she visited in the photo. It took a few days but she finally replied and let him know the name of the place. It was a cafe on the very edge of the island. You really went to the farthest point to hide away. The following day, he got up early, showered, got ready and made his way to that little cafe by the edge of the city. He was running lines over and over in his head to try and figure out what to say to you - he was trying to keep his emotions in control. When he arrived at the small cafe, he parked his rental half a block away across the street. It looks like the place wasn’t open yet. It was 8:00 a.m. and he was sitting in the rental, patiently waiting for someone to stop by or at least open up the cafe to ask about your whereabouts. By 8:30 a.m., he noticed a woman approach the building and begin to unlock the front doors. It was you…you stood taller and confident. The smile on your face broke his heart even more, you used to smile at him that way every morning…

He thought the steering wheel was going to crack with how hard his hands were gripping it. There was an overwhelming sense of anger and longing. Ran struggled to get out of the car, you were alone and this would be the perfect time to try and talk to you without any interruptions. But what if you refused to see him? What if you kick him out or call the cops? His stomach was in turmoil. You’re one of Japan’s most feared men…why the fuck are you acting like such a little bitch?! The voice in his head screams at him. Finally, he sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled - trying to relax himself before stepping out of the car. The closer he got to the building the more he felt his legs start to give out from the anxiety building up in the pit of his stomach. When he reached the front door, he gently pushed it open - the bell that hung at the top of the door jingled. He froze in place, he was trying to slip in without you noticing but was too anxious to notice the bell on the door. From the back of the cafe your sweet voice called out, “I’ll be with you in a minute, please take a seat at any table.” Ran didn’t respond, instead - he locked the door and flipped the handwritten “Open” sign on the door so that it read “Closed”.

He slowly walked towards the back of the cafe, his hands were trembling and felt a knot in his throat. His breathing was shaky and he felt like he was going to pass out. When he reached the back of the cafe, there you were in the little kitchen, you didn’t notice him. You were putting a few bakery items on a tray, prepping for the morning rush he assumes. The midi skirt you were wearing had his eyes trailing up your legs, to your hips, to the small of your back, to your shoulders and finally to your face when you turned around. You gasped and dropped the tray, the look of horror on your face made him flinch. “...you’re alive…?” Ran’s words barely left his lips when you immediately dashed to the other side of the kitchen and tried to escape out the back door. But of course he was just as fast to react and with those long legs of his - he was able to catch you right before your hand reached the doorknob. “Let go of me!” You screamed and thrashed around in his hold. He was struggling to handle you, before you were easy to overpower but now you were holding your own.

Ran’s grip on you tightened and he pulled you in, burying his face into your neck, you felt as if you were suffocating. “My love…” His voice cracked when he buried his face deeper, you could feel his breath on your skin and warm wet tears. Was he…crying? Your body tensed when he pulled away and cupped your face with both hands, for the first time in your life, you saw Ran Haitani cry. “(Y/N)...” You tried to back away but the desperation in Ran made him react immediately. You found yourself pinned against the wall, his body held you in place - you felt your world shatter in an instant when your eyes met his. Those beautiful lilac eyes were glossy, red and drowning you with all sorts of emotions. “Leave…” Your words were a whisper as you felt his poison begin to seep into your skin. His scent, his warmth, his touch - it made your chest hurt. You struggled for two years trying to forget him, his touch was etched into your skin and you scrubbed your skin almost raw every night to try and erase him. It was painful. “Please…” He said as his face inched closer, it was too close - out of panic you tried to knee him and he doubled over in reflex, giving you a chance to free yourself from his hold. You made a break for the front door, you were so close but Ran reached for your ankle mid run and made you trip on to the floor behind the counter, the impact almost knocked the wind out of you. You were wearing his patience out - he was starting to feel anger with each and every attempt of yours for escape. Did you resent him so much that you didn’t want to hear anything he had to say?

He pulled you down to him by your ankle, ultimately straddling you and caging you underneath him. “People will come any minute…” You spat trying to get him to leave, if anyone found out of your connection to Bonten - Mikey will kill you for real this time. “No one's coming darling…the door is locked and your cute little 'Open' sign was flipped.” The smirk on his face made you feel sick, you shouldn't feel anything for him but that tiny fragment of Ran Haitani remained in your heart. It was bittersweet, as much as you hated him, you couldn't deny that the tone in his voice made an ache between your legs. “...Ran-” You began to say but stopped yourself, there is no reason as to why you needed to explain your actions. Hearing you say his name made warmth build up in the pit of his stomach. “How long…?” He asked while cupping your cheek. “How long did Mikey know about your 'death'?” Ran’s voice was low and it made a shiver run up your spine. You didn't answer, you only looked away, it's best that you didn't get Mikey involved in this any further. “Look at me!” He yelled at you and made you flinch. Ran was trying to be as patient as possible but you were not making this easy for him. Your tears began to cloud your vision as you tried to find the words to say, but the anger was building up inside you too. He shouldn’t have a hold on you anymore, yet he’s making you shrink back down. The moment you looked up at him, he could see the fire in your eyes - it was all new to him. Not once have you ever glared at him or looked at him with such hatred or resentment - except for that night you caught him. You were shambles again.

“I-” You began when you heard a knock against the front window. Someone was trying to verify if the cafe was open as the hours were listed on one of the windows and of course it was strange that the place was closed when it’s supposed to be open. Ran immediately placed his hand over your mouth and you furrowed your eyebrows, there was no way you would even try and call for help. You knew better than to rustle Bonten’s feathers. He took a peek over the counter and saw two people waiting outside, luckily the lights weren’t on in the front of the cafe so they couldn’t see inside that well and couldn’t spot Ran’s purple hair peek from behind the counter. He was waiting for them to leave so that if you did decide to make any loud noises, they wouldn't be heard. The view of him on top of you was making your heart pound uncontrollably in your chest. He hasn’t changed…he still looks as devilish and handsome as before, his poison was starting to affect your state of mind. Don’t…don’t let him back in your life… Your brain was screaming at you - trying to warn you and keep you from breaking, but your heart couldn’t help it. Your body let go and you screwed your eyes shut, hoping that he wouldn't notice how you were falling apart for him.

Your soft sniffles snatched his attention back to you. He felt his heart break when he looked down at you - you were afraid, angry and broken. Slowly he lifted his palm away from your mouth and couldn’t help but be drawn into your parted lips and shaky breaths. There was an urge to feel your plush lips against his but the tears in your eyes made him stop. He was hurting you again. “This isn’t right…” He said softly as he pulled away and sat on the floor with his back against the counter. Your body froze and remained on the floor, you were looking up at the ceiling and avoiding his eyes. There is a war raging inside of you right now, do you try and run again or do you stay and listen to what he has to say? Without looking at him, you asked “How did you find me?” Ran was surprised that you weren’t trying to run away from him. “How long did Mikey know about this?” He answered your question with a question. “Ran…how did you find me?” You repeated the question again while sitting up and leaning against the wall across from Ran. Both of you were sitting on the floor and avoiding each other’s eyes. Ran couldn’t look at you without feeling guilty, angry and wanting to pin you underneath him again.

He pulled out his phone and showed you the image of the model in the background. “One of the underlings showed me this and came to me.” You were disappointed in yourself for being so careless, for the last three years you have avoided photos and public appearances. But when this place opened up, you were so busy that you slipped. You deserve better, angel… Were Mikey’s words to you that night that you came to his office. He worked really hard to make you disappear and gave you a new name to avoid leaving a trail, he hid you away for three months until he could prepare a corpse for you. Meticulous planning had you hiding under Bonten’s noses without a single ounce of suspicion - not even Kokonoi suspected a thing. Though you were willing to leave this world, Mikey didn’t let you go that easy. Call it mercy or pity, he understood what it was like to want to throw everything away, but he let you live.

You exhaled and tucked your legs into your chest, hugging them and using your knees to try and hide your face. All this work went down the drain. “Why did you come here? Why come find me?” The low tone in your voice made Ran look at you and the position you were in made him realize that you probably spent days like this after that night. “You’re seriously asking me that?” He said with a soft chuckle. “When you didn’t come home that night, I spent days looking for you - we all did.” “I didn’t realize how much it would hurt until the ache in my chest was becoming harder to ignore…” The honey coated words were making you hug your knees tighter. You didn’t know whether he was telling you the truth or not. Ran Haitani only ever hurts when his ego is bruised. “Ran, you made the choice to sever our ties.” The bitter words spilled out of your mouth before you could even think them through. He couldn’t even defend himself, you were right. Your words were like an uppercut, the blow was enough to make him clutch his chest. “(Y/N)-” He began but you cut him off. “I left that name back in Tokyo, I left it with everything I had, including you…” You said while looking up at him, the acrimony in your tone was enough to make him react.

Ran crawled up to you, reaching to cup your face and closing the distance - he couldn’t stop the tears from falling. No…please don’t… Your inner voice was still trying its hardest to keep you from falling again, but your body was doing nothing to stop him. “My love…” He said as he leaned in and placed tender kisses on your lips. Ran’s poison was now fully circulating in your veins, it was making you dizzy as he begged for entrance and your lips were parting for him. “Ran, stop please…” You begged but your body began betraying your words - he was overdosing you. Slowly, your arms reached for him and wrapped themselves around his neck. The delicate kisses turned into hungry ones as a breathy moan escaped your lips. Though it's been three years, the both were exploring each other's mouths as if you were never separated. The warm and wet muscles were tangled and fighting for dominance, it made pools of honey between your thighs - he hasn't lost his edge. His kisses felt like fire, no matter how many times you've done it, it always burned through you and he knew how it made you melt. He didn't stop, he was suffocating you and you had to break the kiss by shoving him off of you. You both were left panting and dazed. The way your chest heaved up and down had him fighting to keep himself from palming his length. It was painfully obvious that he was holding back. Without a second thought you got up and reached for his hand, pulling him on his feet to try and talk things out but the moment you did - there was no escape for what was coming next.

Within minutes you found yourself back in the little kitchen, Ran had picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. The immediate reaction was to lock lips again, but this time he was much more assertive, he was overwhelming you with his tongue and you felt dizzy. It’s been so long since you’ve had any actual connection with another man. You were too afraid to repeat history. Ran guided you back so that there would be no prying eyes if anyone were to pass by. He sat you on the edge of one of the counters and let his hands roam your body, his touch was setting you off - you tried so hard to erase him from your memory but you were anticipating every single move he was making. His hands started on your hips and moved along your curves, slowly moving upwards and cupping your breasts. The way your body reacted had him rolling your nipples under the fabric and your soft moan made him smirk against your lips. No one else knew your body like he did. You could feel him grow harder and the way his cock was throbbing against your clothed cunt had you rutting your hips to try and get more friction.

Soon his right hand trailed south and snaked its way under your skirt. He was inching closer and closer to your core, the butterflies in your stomach were running rampant and he could feel your heart beating against his left hand when he placed it over your heart. Ran’s right hand began to dip under the fabric of your panties and he could feel the slick pool and coat your folds. Your breath hitched when he sank two fingers into your core. You bit his lip and made him groan, it’s been far too long and your walls were clenching tightly around his digits. Your lips quivered against his when he invaded your walls, making him pull away and swip his thumb over your lip. Without any words he made you lean back onto your elbows and sank down to place tender kisses from your knees to your thighs, with each kiss he could feel your legs twitch and quiver. He hummed against your skin. “This is still your sensitive spot…hmm?” The look in his eyes had you biting your lip. You pulled the hem of your skirt up, hiking it high enough so that he could see the mess he’s made of you.

Your panties were soaked and with one swift motion he was able to remove them, the way your juices reflected the little light that bled through the kitchen had him salivating. Just seeing how your cunt greedily sucked his fingers in, made him palm himself. When he began to pump his fingers in and out - you threw your head back and tried not to rut your hips. The sensation was too good and felt like heaven. Ran leaned in and lapped your juices, making your head snap back up to see his devilish smirk. He knew you were going to watch him, you always did. “R-Ran-oh god…” You moaned and tangled your hand into his purple locks. He made sure to lock eyes with you, he wanted to see your face as pleasure washed over you. It’s something he’s yearned for, to see you fall apart for him over and over again - just like before. The way he curved his fingers to hit that one spot in your velvet walls made you throw your head back and moan loudly. He reached for your other hand and laced his fingers with yours. Ran memorized the lines of your thighs, your plush lips and the sensation of your tight walls. How could he forget? Just like you, he tried to forget but couldn’t. “I’ve missed you so much…I love you.” His confession made the tears blur your vision and cloud your judgment. No…

His tongue began to put more pressure on your clit as he curled his finger a little more. It was becoming harder to stay lucid, you hated that he knew how to break you both emotionally and physically. The anger kept getting smothered and overruled by the pleasure. “I-oh fuck - I hate you! I-ngh…” You moaned and stuttered, the pent up frustration and need made it easy for him to push the right buttons. You pulled him closer to your aching cunt and rode out your orgasm. Ran groaned and could feel you cream around his digits and tongue. There was no denying it - you missed him, you loved him and fell apart for him. You could only hear the pounding of your heart in your chest as you came down from your body numbing high. The sound was so loud in your ears that you didn’t hear the clinking of Ran’s belt. You were snatched out of your daze when you felt a thick tip prod your core. “...you hate me?” He said in a breathy tone as he slowly pushed past your barriers only to pull out and do it again. You choked back the response and let out another moan as he dived deeper into your pools of honey. It was painful, Ran’s thickness had you feeling as if it were your first time. His cock was making your eyes water and you had to hold on the edge of the table to keep yourself from floating off. He noticed you struggling and leaned into place a kiss on your forehead to try and ease your pain. You clutched his bicep as he kept inching his way in.

“Fuck…I’ve missed you so much.” He whimpered as he bottomed out and your warm walls clenched around him, there was immense pressure on your hips. “Ran…” Your sweet moan made him pull you in and he crashed his lips into yours. The moment he started to thrust his hips, you wrapped your arms around his neck and wrapped your legs around his waist as he gripped your hips tightly. “Tell me you love me…” He whispered into your lips. His tone was beseeching, the emotions were spilling with each and every thrust. It was breaking your heart, how could you admit to still loving him without getting hurt again? “I-I can’t…” You stuttered and tried to stop yourself from falling in love with the sensation of his touch all over again. “...please, don't let me go…” He begged and buried his face into your neck, picking up the pace - trying to leave another imprint on your walls.

The tears that fell from your lashes were staining his shirt, he could feel the warm and wet sensation coating his shoulders. “I-ngh, s-shit…I promise to give you my all…” His sincerity made it harder for you to deny the love you still felt for him. “I won’t break your heart again…please, my love.” He was sending your body into overdrive with the overwhelming emotions and longing. You could feel another orgasm blossoming, these were the words you wanted to hear three years ago. “Ran…I do, I love y-oh god!” His thrusts became sloppy as he was reaching his peak. “‘Gonna cum…gonna fill you up.” “I love you…” You repeated those words again and true to his word, he felt his coil snap and made your coil snap at the same time. Your pussy milked him for all he’s worth, he painted your velvet walls white and pushed his cum deep in your womb - he didn’t want to be forgotten again. Each throb and spurt could be felt along your walls, he made you feel whole again - for the first time in three years you felt like a person again.

He pressed his forehead against yours and cupped your cheek, “You’re mine princess…I’m not letting you go again…” Ran’s words were final. “What am I supposed to do with my cafe and my identity?” You chuckled and pecked his lips. “We’ll figure that out later…well - Mikey can figure that out later…” It sounded like Ran was going to shift the responsibility on Mikey. To be fair, you knew that it was going to end up on Koko’s shoulders. “For now let’s head back to your place so I can keep showing you how much I’ve missed you.” Sounds like today was the cafe’s last day in business.

End.

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More thoughts about The Tenant of Wildfell Hall after finishing it…

1 good movie adaptation WHEN?

2 the themes of universalism and the idea that everyone can change if they want it bad enough and nothing is permanent and we have the ability to make choices and self-destruction has social repercussions bc it affects the ppl around you… yeah, my heart is full!

3 helen successfully microdosing her own child with poison to give him a pavlovian response to alcohol so he wouldn’t end up as an alcoholic like his father and grandfather because she intuitively knew he had a genetic predisposition to addiction despite having no modern knowledge of science or psychology. excellent.

4 the shit helen goes through in this novel is unreal. our girl is basically trapped in a frat-house — complete with the booze, drugs, laughter, fraternizing, sportsmanship, anti-intellectualism, infidelity, and rape culture.

5 as a sad aficionado of the romantic era & byronic studies i can 100% without a doubt say that not only is arthur based on some popular victorian conceptions of lord and lady byron and their marriage, but the brontës must have been familiar with biographical writing on byron’s life! i’ve found several academic texts to support this and it’s 100% true.

6 also, as a person who grew up with relatives who suffered from severe substance abuse and mental illness, i’m pretty confident in saying that the brontë sisters must have had some inside knowledge to spark their sustained interest in writing about these subjects. there are specific details and feelings pertaining to these topics which are documented with so much acuity it must have been personal to them. it seems a lot of academics theorize this as well — however, i still don’t know enough about the brontë family biography to form my own opinions on this topic yet!

7 helen is such a progressive mother (considering her circumstances and level of education, and the non-harmful drugging aside which is questionable today but within the narrative understandable) and her theories on education and parenthood are so advanced.

8 i think arthur’s friends (especially mr. hargrave and annabella) are as bad as he is, considering the fact that they enable him and they could easily use their influence to try and sway him considering but they choose not to — only partly because he’s the “leader of the pack,” but partly because they also have zero respect for helen and enjoy openly bullying and abusing her in her own household

9 big shoutout to the servants in this novel who are the real heroes. all throughout the novel (especially starting from Gilbert’s POV considering he and his family are a little poorer off than those of the Huntingdon circle) we see the lower-classes and smaller owners gradually triumphing against the upper-classes, gentry, and larger land owners. i love the line about rachel having to sell helen’s fine gowns for cheaper ones, and how helen notices that rachel still looks decent while dressed like a more common woman.

10 the very ending with everyone’s resolutions was a bit choppy and rushed but i don’t mind because everything went how i wanted it to go lol. but the ending for arthur/helen — the fact that he never repented, but helen still believes in universal salvation nonetheless, and still took care of him even though she didn’t have to, after everyone else abandoned him — the person he treated the worst still cared for him when no one else did — she fulfilled all her marital vows and he fulfilled none of his — his fear of death — her letter of december 5th, her holding his hand until the very end — his last words, “pray for me!” don’t leave me!” — all the unspoken words on her part, her feelings of helplessness, her telling him that she cannot save him, his crying and cursing the world — her fainting from exhaustion — him continuing to act like a brat on his death bed — her taking control, her cleverness with the contract — her lack of closure — aahhhh! just so heart wrenching and frustrating and angsty yet also cathartic and realistic.

#the tenant of wildfell hall #english literature #literature #book thoughts #book opinions #anne bronte

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egg-emperor · 3 months

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my personal interpretation of Eggman and SAGE’s relationship is that unlike his other creations, he treats her like a doll.

You don’t hurt dolls, you treat them nicely, dress them to your liking. You can do whatever you want with them, and they’ll never fuss or cry because they can’t. SAGE is even a step above most dolls, because Eggman programmed her to be able to protect him and do his bidding. He made himself the perfect idealized daughter, so, like a child with a baby doll, he acts more like a parent with her.

Meanwhile, SAGE acts like a human the more the game progresses. She genuinely loves Eggman and sees him as a parental figure and his other creations as her brothers, so she wants to do everything to please him and their little “family”. However, she’s still a very new AI who probably has very limited knowledge on how a family is supposed to work, and her programming will probably keep her extremely devoted to Eggy no matter what. It’s a relief she isn’t a real human, because if she wasn’t, Eggman would have disposed of her quickly.

Basically it’s a fun dynamic of an AI that is slowly becoming more and more human and her human creator that only likes her as how he programmed her. That is my favorite kind of Eggdad.

Oh yeahhh, I really love this take on it. While Eggman is attempting to play into the dynamic so he can take pride in his creation/daughter as her genius creator/father that made that impressive skilled scientific artifical life all possible and to play into Sage's desire for family to keep her loyal, I can see it as coming off as an eerie superficial performance, as he bases it on what his perception of love and family is through what he's observed through others and attempts to replicate, but it's through his own egotistical selfish lense and his desire for perfection.

He doesn't feel it in a deep warm cute way, it's in a twisted way where he feels ownership for her like she's an object, and wants control over how she acts as he wants her to be loyal and serve him in the exact way he desires and gets mad when she doesn't, and he wants control over how she looks as he dresses her up because she has to look exactly how he wants to (this is also canon with the Sonic Channel art because he dislikes how she looks without shoes) so that way it can come across as playing pretend as a father with a doll instead of something realistic.

And it's subtly messed up, which is the important part. The only time I see Eggman treating Sage outright badly when she hasn't done anything is when/if he decides he's done with her and finds the next greatest creation to move on to, which I explored in a concept. But as long as she still has use to him, he's going to try to keep her sweet and praise her, except for when he's mad at her in the same ways he was in Frontiers, but that's because he knows it's in a way that won't break her loyalty and will only make her work harder to please him.

He has always seen the world as his playground to own and rule and the people as his playthings to do with as he pleases, usually in a degrading blatantly cruel manner. But with Sage it's seemingly sweet and loving like you'd treat a doll but exists on just as disturbing terms. Ties in to his manchild side which he shows a lot even towards Sage when he acts stubborn and has tantrums when he doesn't get what he wants from her. Plus she's the one that cares for and protects him like a parent would a child instead of the opposite.

His idea of parenting is more like a child's perfect make believe play pretend version with toys. She's the doll that has to be perfect and pretty so he can show her off, so he dresses her up and tells her how she will act, what role she plays, and gets to do whatever he wants with her. And he gets to be the parent that shows her off and take pride in her and all the credit for her skill, intelligence, and accomplishments because he's her father/creator and it boosts his ego. But like all toys, the chance of getting broken one way or another isn't impossible.

While Sage wants a genuine familial bond and also bases it on her perception of love and family is through what she observes through others and attempts to replicate it too. But instead of through an egotistical selfish lense and desire for perfection like her father, it's born from genuine selfless feelings and love. She hopes he reciprocates the actual feelings and intentions but he doesn't, he's entertaining them only because he sees the benefits that can come with embracing the role, the bragging rights, the usefulness in keeping her loyal.

The difference between the way she was pre Sonic influence- the way she was originally created to be by Eggman's own design, compared to how human she becomes when she learns more about love and family through Sonic and friends, plus Eggman's actual conditions on finally accepting the dynamic being what Sage could do for him, which were the things he already created her to do in the first place speaks volumes. The way she protects, serves and is loyal and also scientifically advanced enough for him to show off is where the appeal is for him.

It's true that he still likes and praises her specifically for things she already did as a mostly emotionless, cold, purely professional AI that protected and served him well. The reason he accepts the dynamic is for the extra impressiveness of how life like she is and bragging rights and credit as her father/creator. Still valuing these traits of hers in particular could play a part in treating her like a doll instead of a person as she goes from a tool to toy to him, anything but an actual human being the way she actually feels.

But Eggman can easily make sure she doesn't quite realize what she's missing and what's different to the traditional father and child dynamic. As long as he performs it at all, despite how shallow and superficial his take on it is, her being accepted as the daughter she wants to be and getting to call Orbot and Cubot her brothers, and him being proud of her when she does what he wants, she's happy. And she's undyingly loyal without it anyway, as she already was by design and purpose before her development. It's just that it was recontextulized for her.

Meanwhile Eggman's intentions and reasonings for liking and praising her stays the same, and he's going to do anything in his power to maintain the enthusiasm and loyalty he built her to have, that was only further strengthened by the human feelings she applied to it. But if she ever did somehow stray as she becomes more human, despite being highly unlikely as she wouldn't want to leave him, they'll always be a limit, it can stop when Eggman wants it to because as a program, she can be altered at will. He can make sure she'll always be his doll, pretty, useful, obedient, and scientifically impressive that gets him the attention he wants, in ways that real children aren't. How sweet... :)

Eggman being the actual flesh and blood human but only being able to do it like a play pretend performance, compared to the artificial Sage who wants a real family. Eggman being the adult but a manchild and it showing in his more childish approach like a child with a doll, compared to her being the "child" but having a more mature and serious approach by looking at it like a serious family. That's a really interesting compare and contrast. It reflects the important assets of their characterization and intentions in the dynamic really well!

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #asks #sage the ai #sage robotnik #my post #eggdad #the eggdad tag isn't only for wholesome takes on it #this is eggdad it's going here

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the-faceless-bride · 2 years

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13 wishes

Camilo M. x reader

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Summary✒ the Madrigals are taking a Family Vacation, well apart from Abuela who chose to watch over Encanto, the Family needs a break... However, the family ends up finding a new stranger who has a gift and a certain shapeshifter in the Madrigal family quickly helps the Stranger come together with his family...

((Part 1) I really missed writing for the Madrigals and this stupid chameleon )

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The Family was taking a much-needed vacation, in a new small town with few problems.

Juliéta was happy to be in a new (temporary) kitchen to get messy and try new things without worrying about getting Casita all messy, Aústan was just happy to spend time with his family and not worry about the Bees... Mirabel was happy to share her dresses and fashion designs with new people, Luisa was happy to not use her gift and give her sore muscles a well-deserved break, and Isabela was ready to spread beautiful plants all around the town as thanks.

Pepa was so happy to finally be out and be able to see a whole new world and not worry about anything for once and that alone had a brightly colored rainbow above her head; Félix was happy to see his wife happy as he carried his youngest son on his back trying to answer as many of the "what's that!" Questions the youngest asked, Antonio was intrigued and mesmerized by the new world he was being brought into, Delores was ready to hear all the juicy gossip she could from the new town to gossip with her mamá, Camilo was ready to pull his charm, and perform every night as him and not shift into anyone, and people would cheer not because he was a Madrigal but because he was talented.

And Bruno was happy to be with his family and not have to worry about a single vision ruining the vacation or anyone's day.

Upon arriving the Madrigals were greeted with smiles and warm welcomes, and the Kids were happy to play with Antonio!

The young ladies all welcome Delores, Isabela, and Luisa into their groups and being complementing each other's dresses, hair, and overall beauty.

Mirabel was being complimented on her talents by the town's seamstress, being invited to make a dress or two.

The Mothers and Fathers of the Family were encouraged to have a date night all to themselves as they don't get those often any more.

Bruno was talking to the mice in the town and introducing his little furry friends.

And Camilo well, while he is welcome to perform he has already gotten the attention of some girls in the town...

While Camilo was trying to get his act together and simultaneously hiding from the awestruck girls of the town he tripped over a small object.

Looking down at the small object it looked to be made of glass, small crystals, and flowers? Rested at the bottom of the oddly shaped glass trinket, the golden chain was what caught his foot.

Camilo lifted the trinket closer to his face before trying to rub some of the dirt off of the glass to get a better look at the object in his soft hands when it glowed and started to shake and in shock Camilo dropped it.

But a hand from someone who hadn't been there a moment before caught the glass trinket.

"Hello, finder!" A cheery voice calls to him and he looks into the colorful eyes of the magical stranger, "where did you come from?" He asks awkwardly still shocked at the fact someone other than his family had gifts.

"You called for me!" The stranger answered lifting their hand and gesturing to the odd object in their hand.

"You found my trinket and for that, you get 13 wishes! No more no less! So use them wisely and remember to be very careful with what you wish for!" The stranger advised the awestruck boy. All the information took Camilo a moment to take in and comprehend.

"Wait. So I get 13 wishes, and get to wish for whatever I want?" Camilo says his excitement about the situation he found himself in, thinking of all the arepas he could ask for.

"Well, there are a few... Restrictions I have put in place." The stranger plays with their fingers as they lean away from the boy. Before grabbing his Ruana and pulling him in close till they were face to face only a few inches away, "RULE NUMBER ONE!" the stranger exclaimed staring into his eyes "tell NO ONE! About the trinket and how you are currently the holder of it! Or how many wishes you have used!!" Camilo gulps as the stranger loosens their grip on him and pulls away slightly, "RULE NUMBER TWO!" The stranger's voice rises again, "I can't make anyone fall in love with anybody else"- the stranger poofs next to Camilo placing a loud kiss on his cheek- " just a little kissy there!" The stranger teased before the moved to grasp his shoulder, "oh, and I can't kill anybody or bring anyone back from the dead." The stranger just looks into his eyes with a big smile after saying that and it made Camilo shiver in slight fear.

Before breaking eye contact with Camilo, "but anything other than that, you got it." The stranger sighs, Camilo thinks for a moment looking around him and noticing it has gotten dark out Camilo decides to put the stranger to the test.

"Well, I don't know. Those rules seem to be pretty simple things and you can't even do that! I doubt you would even be able to bring me back to my mamí and Papí in the town over." He looks to his side in fake disinterest making the stranger glare at him, "oh you want proof? I'll give ya' proof pretty boy!!" And just like that Camilo was momentarily blinded by a light before he was in front of his family,

"How's THAT for proof!" The stranger yells in his face and Camilo hums "so about those 13 wishes?" Camilo asks ignoring his family that stood watching in confusion, "hmm? I'm sorry what was that? Does mine ears deceive me? 13? You are down to 12 BOY!"

"Ah! I never wished to be back with my familia you did that all on your own for me!" Camilo smirked.

The stranger paused...

"Well, don't I feel sheepish..." The stranger shies away from the Smug boy, "fine I will take the blame for that one, you bad boy! But no. More. Freebies!"

Camilo thinks for a moment, "deal."

His family who had just witnessed this stranger just poof into existence along with the boy they had been looking for to say they were shocked was an understatement.

And after a long explanation, they had many questions for the stranger.

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It had been a few days and you and Camilo had only gotten closer, especially after a certain talk you both had late one night...

"Man only three wishes left, wish I hadn't spent most of 'em of food..." Camilo hints at the stranger, "nice try, but not takebacks for wishes."

Camilo snaps his fingers with an exaggerated huff "worth a shot." You and Camilo look up at the night sky, he would be going home soon and he wanted to make his last wishes good.

"What would you wish for?" Camilo asks...you pause no one had ever asked you that before you were genuinely stumped...

"Umm, maybe to be able to make wishes for me..."

Camilo looks at you, "what do you mean?"

"Well, I can't make wishes for me. Like wishes that would benefit me in any way. I'm just forever meant to do what the finder wants me to, no matter how I feel about it. To be able to say no, or make my own wishes come true... That would be what I would wish for..."

Camilo looks at you with stars in his eyes, watching you at that moment. Seeing you so passionate about what you want, made his heart skip a beat.

Camilo smiled, and he scooted himself to you; he knew what his very last wish was going to be for sure... No matter what.

#camilo madrigal #camilo fluff #camilo headcanons #camilo x reader #camilo imagine #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo my beloved #yandere camilo madrigal #la familia madrigal

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Broken without you

Jake X y/n

TW: death 💀

Jake was the perfect boyfriend. he and Y/n had a beautiful and loving relationship. Jake would often pamper Y/n with gifts, take her on romantic dates, and make sure she felt special and loved every day. However one day everything changed. Jake started to come home late, ignore y/n, and stopped asking to see her to go on dates.

Y/n woke up to a familiar buzzing of her phone, and she quickly reached for it without even opening her eyes. A text from Jake, asking to meet up. Her heart raced with excitement, and she quickly jumped out of bed, throwing on her favorite dress and running a brush through her hair. The idea of spending time with Jake again filled her with happiness and joy, and she could hardly wait to see him. Her world came crashing down when she heard these words "I want to breakup." A million thoughts ran through her mind and she burst into tears. After all that they went through he decided to break up with y/n for no reason. "Why?" She tried to keep her composure but failed as she was choked up with tears. Jake simply stood up and walked away, leaving y/n crying.

Y/n pov

It has been a week since that incident. I still can't get over him. I have many questions for him. "Why did he want to break up?" "What did I do wrong?" "Why did he leave me without an explanation?" These thoughts constantly rushed through my head. This has affected me to the point where I had to take leave from my work. I am constantly reminded of the relationship we had before our breakup that time where he surprised me for my birthday: that one date we went on to the aquarium, when he tried his best to cook breakfast for me but ended up burning the frying pan... the thought of these memories made me chuckle but I was hit with a thousand bricks when I came to a realisation of what happened. I missed the Jake who always made me laugh even when I am sad, the one who would always shower me with gifts, the one who would constantly bring me on dates every week.

Just then I felt the buzzing of my phone I picked it up to see Jake's mother calling me. "Y/n you really need to come to the hospital now!" I immediately rushed to my car and turned on the engine.

Jake's pov (1 month ago)

"You only have a month left to live." The moment the doctor broke the news, my heart was broken into a million pieces. "What am I going to do?, what about y/n?" I thought to myself. I do not care if I die or not, all I care about is y/n. How am I going to break the news to her? How would she react to this? How would she feel after my death? The life I had planned for the two of us was gone. We planned to get married and have two kids and a dog.

Just the thought of the future that could never happen with the two of us made my heart ache. "Why did this have to happen? What did I do in my past life to have this happen to y/n and I? All I want is to be with y/n forever..." I thought to myself as tears rolled down my cheeks non stop. I gathered my composure as I walked out of the doctor's office.

I debated whether to tell her about my illness or keep it a secret. Just the thought of her not being able to move on from me made me heartbroken. I would never want to see my girl like that. Eventually, I decided that keeping it a secret and breaking up with her would be the best option for both of us.

After several weeks of acting cold towards y/n, I no longer had the energy or strength to take care of her the way i used to, and began to withdraw emotionally. My responses to Y/n's phone calls and texts became shorter, and i stopped asking to see her or go on dates. I could tell that Y/n was confused and hurt, wondering what she had done wrong to cause me to change like this but it is still better than telling her the truth.

It was a week before my death date. The day that I decided to break up with her. I saw y/n walk into the restaurant looking as beautiful as ever. I started to regret my decision. "I want to break up with you." I said in a monotonous voice while trying to control my emotions. She asked me why but I just walked away. The moment I was out of her sight, I couldn't help but break down in tears.

(One week later) It felt like an eternity lying on my death bed for a week. I wonder if y/n is coping well with the news. Everywhere in my body hurt especially in the stomach with my stomach tumor. I could feel my body starting to give up. "Jake!!" A familiar voice could be heard coming from the door. I immediately came to my senses and realised that it was y/n! "Why didn't you tell me about this!" Y/n sobbed with tears rolling down her face nonstop. "I didn't want you to be devastated after my death, I want you to be happy and free to live your life without the burden of my illness." I said while trying to control my emotions. Y/n immediately pulled me into a tight hug, that was when I broke down into tears.

Y/n pov

"Jake is in the hospital with a terminal disease!" Jake's mother said in a state of panic. A whirlwind of emotions overcame me as I rushed to the hospital. I can't believe Jake never told me this. I was devastated to realise that Jake had been going through so much on his own, and that he had broken up with me to protect me. "Jake!!" I exclaimed while running through the hospital room door. "Why didn't you tell me about this!" I cried while pulling him into a tight hug and not wanting to let go.

After he explained, I dip my head and he catches my lips in a deep kiss that tilts his head to meet me. He presses his mouth against mine in a passionate kiss. His eyes meet mine as he parts his lips and whisper "I'm sorry...y/n, I love you." When my mouth parts with his, it feels as though he punched a hole straight through my chest and makes a fist around my heart. It hurts, it's terrifying, I want this kiss to last for an eternity. "I love you too jake..." Sadly the kiss would never last forever. Jake started grimacing in pain while clenching his stomach. He was about to pass out. The nurses and doctors pulled me away from Jake and started doing medical procedures. Jake's body was about to shut down. The heart rate machine went from going up and down to ending in a straight line with a long beep sound, signalling the death of Jake. "Noo..." I cried as I kneeled on the ground weakly. If only I knew about this sooner...I would have been able to spend more time with him and care for him.

I was overwhelmed with a range of emotions sadness, loss and regret. I was reminded with of the wonderful moments we had shared together. The wonderful life we could have had if not for his illness. Despite the pain and regret I felt, i am grateful for the memories we have and will hold on to the love we shared.

Y'alls I'm still a new writer 😅 I really appreciate likes and reblogs 🥰🥰🥰

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Got A Secret, Part 1

Summary: When Dayton White makes a bad call with his latest girlfriend, and she tries to destroy his career, it is up to you his makeup artist to help fix it. You were older, and more mature. Had already been spotted with Dayton happily smiling, and the fans loved you. Now you’re in front of the cameras left wondering when does the acting stop...

Pairings: Dayton White X Reader

Rating: mild

Warnings: language, lies, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“He’s in the chair,” Dayton’s assistant peeks his head into your room with a big smile. Ray was ever punctual for Dayton’s erratic behavior. “He’s ready and waiting on you,” you stand quickly, grabbing your kit as you follow Ray down the corridor to Dayton’s dressing room.

“You know why he likes you?”

“Because I allow him to call me sweetheart without making a peep?”

Ray raises his eyebrows and nods in agreement with you, “Because you’re punctual. You’re always ready and waiting for him when he comes to call. You keep your mouth shut. I know that you’ve undoubtedly seen and heard some stuff. He’s not a bad guy.”

“No, he’s definitely got potential. His fame, notoriety, and good looks have afforded him a certain way of life, however. And you and everyone else enables his childlike tendencies. A man that has never grown up, but then portrays himself to be the picture perfect example of marriage material.”

“Oh? And why would you say that?” Rays asks. His hand on the door, ready to open it so you can deal with Dayton.

“The man’s a slut,” you shrug. “I mean come on, every girl he comes across, they know about him. They don’t care. They want that moment to think that their pussy could actually change him. They sign that NDA quickly, he gets his dick wet, and he moves on. It’s simple math really.”

“He also likes you’re one of the few people that’ll tell him no.”

“I don’t get paid to coddle a grown man. I get paid to make sure his age isn’t showing and people don’t question why someone with a perfectly curated image such as himself can’t keep a woman. Make him look younger so playing the fields doesn’t look so bad. I thought you knew that,” you give him a chuckle as you walk into the room.

Dayton usually gives everyone his perfect facade of America’s golden boy, but for some reason, he’s always been able to let his guard down with you. Forbade anyone to be in the room while you work on him. It was like he was able to be himself while you put on his mask. Hiding the real him from the world.

Typically the man’s phone was far enough away, always upright so you could see his alerts, this time, it was snug in his hand. Practically angling the screen in an odd way to make you question just who had his attention. You didn’t take the bait. Dayton was not your friend. He was a client.

Dayton sighs, finally laying his phone in his lap, still screen up. He thought he was slick making his notifications private, until it was just you and him, and then you were able to see everything. You were a makeup artist, he assumed you frothed at the mouth for gossip. “What are you promoting today, Mr. White?”

“Ugh, please, you of all people don’t call me that. I’m Dayton,” he waits for your response as you add some concealer to his eye bags. You wondered if this man ever slept, or was he always just fucking and playing the game.

You still don’t respond. Preferred to keep the conversation led by him. You asked a question, he didn’t answer. “You really don’t know?”

“If I knew, would I have asked a question?” His phone lights up with a text, and against your better judgment you look down, and see her name again. Stupid girl. You casually tried to warn Dayton that she was too young and ambitious. He didn’t listen.

He looks at his phone, but doesn’t respond. Doesn’t even open it. Which leads to a few back to back texts. “Needy,” you surmise. Dayton knew he had you. You tried to act aloof, but the difference was, you actually cared. And you responded, you saw who was texting him and that was his goal. He always wanted to hear your input, whether he applied it to his life or not.

“Yeah. That’s why the um,” he clears his throat asking about the next product you were putting on his face. “Damage control.”

“I don’t even want to know.”

“She uh…she wants to go public,” don’t respond. Don’t react. For every step forward that Dayton thinks he has with you, he realizes these games don’t work. “I don’t want to.”

“Why?”

“We’re fucking. She’s not the only one. She’s too young. Too new in the industry. Too needy. Too…as you say ambitious.”

“Hmm, maybe next time you date a woman that wants to get ahead in the industry you’ll make sure she knows you’re just using her as a flesh light,” Dayton snorts, and looks back down in his lap. If you weren’t so entertaining, he would have gotten rid of you a long time ago. You were always smarting something off to him, but he needed to hear it. And he enjoyed your take on his chaotic life.

You however, didn’t speak on matters between you and him. Your mouth was always zipped tight. “She’s ruining my image.”

“Oh, the one you don’t care about? The one you’ve created for the last decade. Became what America’s women want. Be obtainable in a sense. Make them think you want a regular girl, when in reality you have a very specific type.”

“And what’s that?”

“Tall, but not too tall. Skinny. Blonde. Actress. I think that covers it,” you remove the tissue from his shirt, and spin him around to look at himself, but he stares blankly in the mirror. “Are you needing anything else, Dayton?”

He looks down at his phone and panic arises on his perfectly chiseled face, “Dammit! Ray! Get Ray!” You cock up an eyebrow looking at him, “I know it’s not your job.”

You don’t even have to get Ray; he and Dayton’s whole team start bursting into the room, “Have you checked the gossip blogs?”

“You’re starting to trend on Twitter.”

“Shit! She left a cryptic message on Instagram.”

“We need to make a statement to some outlet. Who do you want?”

“Which narrative are we trying to spin? How does this affect your upcoming projects?”

“God, you’re so stupid.”

“No!! There’s hate happening. You’ve got a less than shiny piece on the gossip sites.”

Fingers snap, screams, and overall pushing you out of the room, and Dayton gives you a final sad smile, mouthing out, “Sorry.”

You don’t want to look. It was all an image that he and the whole team faked, and it sounded like that image was being tarnished for the time being. You step back into your room. You’re paid well to sit around and wait for him to be touched up.

“Put out that picture we’ve been sitting on,” Ray tells a publicist, and Dayton stands up quickly to protest. “That’s our best option.”

“It’s a lie.”

“She’s your fucking age. You wanted to get a young pussy, and now she’s biting off your dick. Using your fame and resources to make her star rise, while yours is fading. Do I have your permission to source out the photo?” Dayton scratches the back of his neck. Trying to think if his career was even worth it.

“She’s been seen with you before. This makes it stop. The fans react well to her, and even look for her at events. Let’s send it to all our sources. Send it to a few of the gossip blogs. Nothing has to be said. Let everyone else make up their mind on what’s happening. All that tartlet has is a few coincidences. No evidence of you together,” Dayton grimaces, because that wasn’t entirely true.

“My god, you’re so stupid. I hope this was worth it. Your career or your makeup artist?”

“Send the photo,” Dayton responds wearily. He settles back into his chair with his fingers rubbing along his temples. “We’re not putting out an official statement either way. Inform the host no personal questions of any sort. I want all major outlets and fan-run sites and blogs to have that exclusive. Make this go away, and make it quick.”

“Just my usual,” you smile at the barista, already handing over your card. You look over to a nearby table, giving the two girls a smile when they gasp, and lean in to whisper to each other.

“It’s kinda weird seeing you here,” the barista tells you, and you give her an odd look. “I thought you would be back in New York.”

“Oh, Dayton doesn’t have any upcoming events. We got a break from filming,” she tilts her head to the side, but then smiles with a wink. It was odd. You’ll give her that, but the coffee here was impeccable.

Hearing a clicking sound of a camera you look back at the girls, who’s phones go in their lap quickly. Probably a selfie. Giving a nod to the barista, you grab your coffee, and start to head out, until you hear, “That is her,” and turn to another table.

Becoming paranoid as they blatantly point at you, and look down at their phones. You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as more and more people look up at you. Some from phones and some from a magazines with Dayton on the cover.

Trying to hold onto your dignity you walk out quickly. Looking at your phone before calling your mom, “Honey, why didn't you tell me?” This doesn’t help calm your fear as you pick up your pace, heading to your car.

“You and Dayton. It’s actually a great match. He seems like the best guy. So kind. And he wants kids. Are you finally going to make me a grandmother?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh, honey, you really don’t read the gossip do you? But…there was an exclusive source. And I’m your mother. You could have at least told me that this business partnership had turned romantic.”

“What?” You put your head down, opening up the door to your car. It felt like your heart was pounding out of your chest, and you just had to get out of here.

“You got caught. I’ll admit the timing looks a bit suspicious since that stupid girl had a few screen shots and messages, and…well, I’m sure yours and Dayton’s timeline can be discussed. Maybe he didn’t know how he felt at the time, or wasn’t aware that you were exclusive.”

“Oh my god. I can’t breathe.”

“Oh, sweetheart, were you not ready to be public?” You never look at the gossip. Never desired to because it was all fake. But it doesn’t take long to find exactly what your mother was talking about. A picture of you and Dayton, supposed to be alone for you to do his makeup.

The two of you were giggling and laughing, and he was pushing a bit of fallen hair out of your face. Had you not known what was going on, you could see how a picture of you leaning over him in the chair, right in his face, while both his hands were on you could be romantic. You don’t even remember his hand being on your hip, or this moment. Things happened so quickly for makeup. Most of the time they were enjoyable.

‘He looks happy.’

‘Actor, Dayton White finally finds the one.’

‘Hiding under his nose all along.’

‘A source tells us they are happily in love.’

“Dayton!” You scream into the phone as he picks up.

He was afraid that the blindsight of this was not ideal, but he had a reputation to protect and was filming a family movie with a wife and kids, “What the fuck is going on?”

“Damage control.”

“I’m not part of your fantasy world. Take it back!”

“Doesn’t work like that. Just…give me a few months, clean up my image, and we can go our separate ways.”

“And you can find a new fucking makeup artist! I can’t believe you! How did you get this picture? It’s…” even you couldn’t deny the chemistry between you and Dayton. It looked almost too intimate. Personable and comfortable. But there was something in the way he was looking at you. You’d seen it a hundred times in his movies though. It was just part of the ever churning cog in Dayton’s life. He was an actor.

“It’s perfect for me.”

“I didn’t ask for this!”

“You don’t have to do anything, but show up on my arm. We’ve got a pap walk scheduled for when we get back on set,” you let your head drop down onto the steering wheel. “Please, just do this for me. You know how much my career and image mean to me.”

“I have conditions then.”

“Whatever you want. Name your price.”

You scoff hearing that, “I don’t want money. I want respect. You quit sleeping around.”

“Does that mean I get to with…”

“No! Get acquainted with your hand. You stepping out on me isn’t going to help your image. Don’t sneak them in your house. Don’t like pictures on Instagram, don’t slide into someone’s DMs. If you’re playing the role of my boyfriend, then you act like. I can't believe you didn’t ask!”

“I knew you’d say no. Don’t…don’t get on social media though. Please?”

“Why?”

“Just don’t. Be you. Don’t get on. But I need you to hand your passwords over to MacRay immediately. He’s got to scrub your social media. Luckily you don’t post much. But your likes, they can be questionable at times.. Call him as soon as you hang up.”

“I hate you so much right now.”

“I know. I’m sorry, and if there was any other way, I would have done it. You’re a lifesaver, and I’ll owe you forever!”

Famous last words that you knew no matter what that Dayton wouldn’t be able to hold up that promise. You just take a deep breath and get ready to weather this shit storm that had been brewing from the stupid tarltlet. Dayton and his dick were always getting him in trouble. And up until now you had managed to come out unscathed, but now you have to be the one in front of the camera. Smiling and playing make believe. All to protect him.

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Mortal Kombat Males X Reader Imagines - VILLAIN EDITION :D - "Falling In Love" - Part 2

HOW THE FUCK AM I JUST NOW LEARNING THAT KUNG JIN IS GAY AND MILEENA WAS IN LOVE WITH TANYA- and who the FUCK is Meat?

Kano, Shang Tsung, Quan Chi, Ermac, Shao Kahn, Baraka, Scorpion, Noob, Goro, Reptile, and Erron Black.

FOR ALL THE NOOB FANS, I'M SO SORRY SKSJHSJ IT'S SO EFFORTLESS SINCE I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO AJFHSJSHSJJA (and thank you commenters of We're All Mad Here by SJ Tucker for the help)

I know some people hate it when writers engrave a song they like into their story, because a lot of the time, the reader doesn't know the song and just wants to get to the story instead. Reptile's part does have reference to He Is by Ghost, but it isn't much, I promise! I'm kinda listening to it right now and feel influenced by it haha

@wants2fight @bihansthot @jt-artsandfics @thetigerandthedoe @theelderhazlenut Thanks for the support on part 1!!!

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Scorpion

Y/N L/N was no fighter, nor could she even bare the thought of a person being cut. So what made Quan Chi want to keep her around? Simple; she had detailed vision, accurate predictions, and a personality that makes her loyal, vulnerable, honest, and weak. She was kind and entire harmless as she's been scared by so many things in the NetherRealm that she's barely capable of talking without stuttering. She holds her arms close together and talks quietly and nervously, looking at the ground and being shaking whenever she's around people. She cries when she alone and seemingly has forgotten how to smile.

Being under the watchful eyes of the hellspawns of Lui Kang, Kitana, and all those, Y/N is scared senseless all the time. It's not like she's given an outfit or armor to resist hits and fire; she's sorta expected to wear a dress, kimono, or something civil. Therefore, she gets constant burns, cuts, and others from crackling lava and hits from the demons. She's treated constantly for her wounds.

Scorpion is the most humane of all the hellspawns. This takes place in Mortal Kombat X before some people are freed from Quan Chi's control, however even with all these different creatures Y/N still knows Scorpion is more alive. He's a slave, however he still feels constant pain whereas the others simply believe something happened to them but otherwise feel nothing bad. They're empty shells that survive off a lie planted in their heads.

Scorpion is typically the one escorting Y/N around, as he knows Hell more than any of the other revenants. They always walk silently side by side, and Y/N's also so thankful of which. She's heard of Scorpion and knows about his past entirely, but she's always been too scared to tell him. Scorpion felt pity for the girl, however he never knew her enough to truly care for her.

At least, that was until one day. Y/N was being escorted to her chamber after being burned badly by Lui Kang for not speaking straight. She was in tears, shivering, and whimpering. Suddenly, for the first time, she boldly grabbed Scorpion's sleeve softly and stopped him. She then leaned her head on his arm, breaking down in tears. She begged to be killed by him as what she's going through it worse than death. Servitude, severe abuse, constant fear, no family or friends, not even the strength to talk right is only a few of what she goes through. The demon pat her shoulder and waited for her to stop before returning her to her chamber.

No judgements, no pain, nothing negative came from rather embarrassing act from Y/N. Hell, just emoting was embarrassment to someone who was considered weak. Though the very next day when Y/N was being escorted, Scorpion mentioned out of no where that she had a very difficult life and that he pities her. She shouldn't be afraid to cry around him, he explained. As if she was in a small concrete room filled with poison, blades, and monsters, Y/N felt trap. But just a few sentences by Scorpion made her feel as if the walls of that cage were cracking, giving her a chance to possibly escape her harsh world.

Whenever they were alone, Y/N would stutter out how she feels and what she has to endure. She would explain she had no chance of defending herself since she isn't allowed to even carry a glass shard. She's a slave due to her knowledge and killing herself wouldn't do anything as Quan Chi could revive her. Much to the girl's surprise, Scorpion had slowed down their paces to listen to every word she spoke as if he cared.

It would take many events like this before Y/N would finally fully trust the demon enough to talk more in depth about out her feelings. Often times, she would break down crying and Scorpion would be by her side, holding her with one arm. He didn't have to do anything to help her at all, but had a reason to. Y/N was a small, loving woman who's scared, helpless, and weak against those trying to kill her every second of her life. Yet despite these traumas, the trust in her prevails revealing just how innocent she really is. It reminds him of someone who was very close to him and how scared and helpless she must have been when she passed.

Y/N was sleeping in her room one particular night, and had a dream about Scorpion. He was alive and well, on a table drinking tea with someone who she knows he hates. Sub Zero spoke about how he knows the truth of his family and clan, and later on shows him proof that Quan Chi killed all of them. The suppressed sadness Scorpion felt was unleashed and his anger was redirected. It was when the two ninjas promised a truce did Y/N wake up, shaking with shock and smile on her face.

Just then, she got a knock on her door meaning that Quan Chi needed her. She got up and opened the door, revealing Scorpion. He immediately noticed her smile and tears at the corner of her eyes, asking about what had happened. After all, she hadn't smiled genuinely in so fucking long. She then nervously giggled, shaking her head. "I had a vision about you. But I think it's best if you wait for it to happen. In advance, I'm so happy for you!" A sense of relief washed over his body as if he was wanting to hear something good about him for a while.

It just so happened Scorpion was to escort her somewhere further away, making room for a long conversation between. During the walk, Y/N couldn't stop smiling and Scorpion couldn't help but notice. Then he asked on a desperate tone if he would return to life. Y/N looked up at him, replying with, "so much more than just life." That said it all for Scorpion. He knew he would relive, restore the Shirai Ryu, and get revenge.

Quan Chi had asked Y/N to tell him the outcome of Special Forces invading NetherRealm as he found out it was inevitable. Looking into the future, she found out that it wasn't going to be what Quan Chi likes. She stuttered out a few filler words as she fidgeted with her hands. The sorcerer scowled, raising his voice at Y/N for not giving him a clear answer. She stuttered out that Sonya Blade and Johnny Cage would defeat him and the revenants and force them into hiding.

Quan Chi hissed and slapped the girl, yelling at her for "given the wrong fate." Y/N yelled out that she was being truthful and explained more in depth of what would happen. The sorcerer raised his hand above the girl, however before he could strike, a voice yelled out for him to stop. Scorpion held his hand out in a halt sign while his other hand pulled Y/N away from Quan Chi's range. The girl yelped and covered her head with her arms out of fear whenever Quan Chi began to yell.

To say that Scorpion received harsh punishment would have been an understatement if Y/N hadn't stopped it. Just as Quan Chi was about to react, the girl had jumped in the way and yelled out that if something happened, some of revenants will die and thats not something to risk. It was a lie, of course, but she had to lie. Later, Scorpion had thanked her and suddenly, the idea of his died wife came into his mind. How he felt when he met her to when he asked her to his forever.

The thought wouldn't leave him. Such a shame that only mere days later, he wasn't able to see her as much at all. Even if he was the one to put her into hiding whenever the SP attacked, he wasn't satisfied. Saying goodbye to a woman he began to love was heartbreaking. Putting her into that crate in a dark, unoccupied room was dreaded for him. Y/N, that sweet girl, was however able to calm him. "Scorpion," she whimpered out, wiping her fearful tears. She knew what would happen so she just smiled at him. "It's time!"

When Scorpion returned to the abandoned Shirai Ryu as a mortal again, he couldn't think about anything else but restoring it. Although he felt empty now without that girl, this would satiate his needs for now. As he'd train and piece by piece being back his clan, the idea of one day taking back Y/N from hell wouldn't leave his mind even in sleep. One day, he promised himself. One day she'll be free again.

Y/N'a life had taken a terrible turn. She couldn't kill herself or she'll lose her humanity and simply turn into a demonic servant. There was no escape to her servitude and pain. She wanted to be happy too, considering that such an incredible person had returned along with a few others. But her mental and physical anguish was too much. Quan Chi would assure her youth as well.

20 years later...

Blindfolded and cuffed, Y/N sat down in a seat surrounded by guards from the SP. In front of her stood the blind swordsman known as Kenshi. Despite his best efforts, he wasn't able to see into her mind. It's unclear as to why, but it seems no one was ever able to see into her mind. Afterall, Quan Chi wouldn't have needed her to tell him anything if he could see into her mind. Kenshi may have not been able to look into her mind, but her submissive and uneasy nature proved to him that she was just very nervous and therefore easier to read. She was very honest.

Trust didn't come quickly, of course, however it was only enough time until they understood she was simply a slave to the Oni. Captured from her clan, she was held hostage for about 45 years despite her youth. She was kept young, in her 20s, in order to remain healthy for as long as it served Quan Chi. Y/N couldn't help break down crying as she was quickly found innocent.

Actually, it's been a few, maybe 2, days til they finally realized Y/N was innocent. The girl confessed to every single thing she was asked and gave away as much of Quan Chi she knew. Luckily, the timing was right as she was able to watch besides Takeda, Kenshi, and the others as Quan Chi got escorted to another SP camp.

God, that hatred she felt was beyond comprehension. Takeda had wrapped an arm around the girl as she began to whimper, then began to cry. She has to say, the old hoodie she was given in placement of those strangely revealing outfits (c'mon, this is MK) was much more comfortable to cry in. For the first time in 45 years, she would be able to smile and laugh as her confidence would slowly raise. Kenshi airway informed her of the psychological issues she will deal with for the rest of her life, but she didn't care.

In her time as a slave, her confidence was destroyed. She had no individuality and was seen rather as a number with all the other slaves rather than a person. She was beat, abused, humiliated, alone, witness to terrible things, scared, and everything else for what's a lifespan to some people. But finally, she'd see the cause of it be put away for longer than she has. He'll suffer like she did, right?

Of course, she didn't mean put away as in prison. She knows the man she thought about ever since a fateful day would return and imprison that creature in an afterlife. It's only a matter of time.

We all know how it happens. Sonya and the others fight then get held down by Hanzo's clanmembers. Hanzo mercilessly harms Quan Chi before finally, cutting off his head. The excitement held in Y/N's mind is alive as she closes her eyes, waiting for Shinnok to be summoned. She knew it would all happen, but she also knew it was would be okay. Cassie would defeat the newly awoken God.

As Hanzo was casted down with the force of the amulet, Y/N runs towards him. She dropped by his side, grabbing his hand tightly. The terrified girl ignored Shinnok as he spoke, only focusing on the man under her.

When he sees her, that feeling in his chest came back. His eyes widened as his hand weakly tightens around hers, whispering, "Y/N...?" Suddenly, a large smile grows on her face and she begins to giggle.

"I told you, you'll get more than just life. You'll get your revenge, Hanzo Hasashi," she giggled tearfully, pressing his hand up to her cheek. Hanzo weakly smiles back, staring into her eyes.

At least a shared kiss was able to ease the pain momentarily.

Noob Saibot

Noob Saibot. In short, a being of darkness and servitude who lost everything that could ever make him human. He started off a Grandmaster that had a heart of ice after ruthlessly taking the lives of many. However due to someone targeting him for the wrong crime, his life was cut short. Swallowed by flames, the once leader of his clan turned into a being of hatred, darkness, and shadows. He has two separate minds now; Noob, his body. And Saibot, his shadow.

Y/N L/N, a certainly interesting person. She doesn't fight, no, never did. But she does have a strong weapon; her mouth. It's hard to say what drove her to her insanity, however whatever it was ruined the girl for life. With a permanent smile and a mind of riddles, her words always keep people from crossing her. She was simply able to convince people of anything she wanted. Remember how the Cheshire Cat would talk? She was very similar to him.

However, even though he couldn't fight through her strangeness, the original Subzero couldn't stand being with her. So what if she could talk her enemies into killing themselves for the two when they were assigned missions together? Bi Han was an assassin who needed no help. However, with the previous Grandmaster assigning them missions together, there was nothing he could do about it.

Y/N was brought without any ice as a power. She was from the Lin Kuei, however she was nearly abandoned for being labeled useless and insane. Even as a child watching someone fight to the death, a smile remained on her face. Even when seeing two innocent toddlers play with toys, her words could make the entire situation sound as terrible as hearing someone slowly be skinned alive. Her eyes were filled with no emotion at all however her actions were never laced with bad intent.

Growing up together, Bi Han wasn't very fond of the girl. After all, she could talk people into fighting each other just so she can be entertained, therefore ruining his time. However, he was always impressed to to the least.

One of their missions was particularly dangerous. Kill the leader of a neighboring clan while ensuring no one sees them. Well, the mission ended up being a success! But only because Y/N talked everyone she came across to kill themselves for her. And damn that annoyed the Sub Zero.

In the middle of the mission, Bi Han had no problem yelling at the girl for her ignorant actions. How is it that she just has to run her mouth for a few minutes to get them to fucking kill themselves while he has to fight and train his best in order to win a fight and be prepared for the next.

Of course, Y/N just giggled and booped his nose playfully. "Bi Han, darling," she sweetly cooed, "you make an excellent warrior, sir. If you don't need me, I'll simply wait outside next mission, okay?"

So that's what happened. However, the young Bi Han ended up needing help.

Y/N giggled to herself as she watched an enemy slit his own throat open in shame, dying around the rest of his comrades. Bi Han hissed, rolling his eyes and his cheeks heating up under his mask. "Show off."

"You know, I would rather be anywhere else but with you most days. I don't know or care where, just not with you."

"Well," Y/N shrugged cockily, "you'll only know where you want to go when your somewhere you don't want to be."

To be honest, most missions ended up like this. But eventually, Bi Han was able to simply handle himself in these missions. Y/N would smile but damn she felt so bored. Bi Han's ego got big in the meantime, even if he himself wasn't used to winning all the time.

One time however, Y/N decided that she would join in the mission anyway. As the people around her dropped dead, Bi Han simply sighed and retrieved the item they needed. "Strange. You aren't mad? Perhaps the stress was getting to you, hmm?"

"Not at all, Y/N. I simply wanted to get this over with quickly," he answered. "Besides, you looked so bored by yourself."

Y/N smirked, awing. "Aww, did you miss me?" She wrapped her arms around him as he rolled his eyes.

Later on, the two sat down at the table together and ate. In a bit, the two would go on another mission. Y/N brought up randomly how Bi Han didn't react to her hugging him. Bi Han's face turned a little pink as he tsked, shaking his head. At this point in the time, the two were only 15 years old so I'm just saying that childhood crushes are very possible right now.

Quickly brushing off the conversation, Bi Han continue to eat until eventually they both finished.

Let's skip a few years, shall we? The two are 17 years of age and talk about a tournament is coming up in a few years. Two years of training and missions together sure as hell caused the two to get close, even if Y/N annoyed him a lot.

"Sooooo, Bi Han! Do you think we'll fight in the tournament?"

Bi Han tsked, shaking his head. "I will. You, however, will not ever. As son of the Grandmaster, I will be able to set that in stone soon." Y/N giggled, shrugging it off.

"You must hate me, don't you?"

"Hate you? You've clearly never seen me hate someone if you think this is what me hating is like."

Let's be honest right now, Bi Han doesn't hate her in the slightest. As a matter of fact, he grew impressed with her skill more and more among the years. Not only impressed but...feared her skill.

As we all may know, Bi Han was a warrior whose heart was cold from many killing sprees. He couldn't stand someone getting in his way so as he grew to realize that Y/N could easily destroy him, he began to worry.

He feared her and that earned her his respect

But also because I have like no fucking idea what should happenn between these two characters, let's just say Bi Han is some tsundere for Y/N okay? BeCaUsE fOr HiM tO rEsPeCt SoMeOnE sO mUcH, hE MuSt LiKe ThEm DeArLy, AnD tHeIr TiMe GrOwInG uP ToGeThEr LeD tO bI hAn FeElInG iN lOvEeeeeEEE~

Of course, that doesn't mean the girl would love him back. So what if Bi Han would start turning red whenever she hugged him? It didn't make her want to consider the possibility of him liking her. Hell, the thought had never crossed her mind.

Even as a child, the one thing she always thought of was just getting things over with; such as life. All she wants is to just talk to people, maybe make a few friends and enemies, eat, drink, breathe, survive, and all that. Not to be suffering or reclusive, but not to be obsessing over perfection and center of attention. Part of just getting over life was to simply complete her missions until she's in a comfortable place as an assassin.

She never cared about love. She may not be fully developed but she's an old soul. Her strength in her words prove that. So when she tells herself that having a family is something she doesn't want, then having a family is something that will never happen.

But, even if she never wanted to fall in love romantically, she loved Bi Han like a brother. All those hugs, teasing, and playing wasn't just to ease her boredom, but rather because she loved him.

"Bi Han! Look at this!" Y/N called out to her friend in the middle of a dangerous mission. Bi Han jumped, turning towards her with a glare that could fucking kill. She held out a baby turkey to him and silently squealed in awe. "It's so cute! I'm taking her back with us." She put the baby into her scarf to keep her warm and secure as the two would carry out their mission.

"You yelled at me while we were trying to hide just to show me...this?" Bi Han asked as he watched Y/N walk around with the poult following. She giggled, nodding her head. He rolled his eyes and simply accepted the fact that this dumbass managed to get away with kidnapping a baby bird and kill an entire group of skilled fighters by talking.

However, unfortunately, times weren't always this happy.

On Y/N 18th birthday, tragedy struck.

With the turkey who was now 2 years old, fully grown, on Y/N's lap and Bi Han sitting next to her, Y/N managed to have a good time simply by watching the sunset and talking.

Don't ask me how, but it's like the turkey, P/N, was otherworldly. By which I mean that their feathers faded from brown to colorful blues, purples, and red. Their eyes were pure white and it's body was larger than it should be. Not only that, but their wings were capable of shooting feathers out of them. So yeah, turns out Y/N found a turkey from Outworld without even knowing it.

P/N silently purred (yes, turkeys and chickens purr) as Y/N carressed their feathers softly. Bi Han simply sat silently contemplating what he'd say to Y/N. "Hmm...You seem antsy. What's on your mind?" She asked her friend, smiling softly at him.

A pause came between them before he finally replied. "Y/N... We have known each other since childhood and together, we have finally reached adulthood. In that time, we grew so close, did we not? After so long, I," he trailed off. Y/N cocked her head to show she was listening.

"I could not help myself from feeling not only like your friend but something more. The more I think of it, the more I realize that I perhaps care for you not only as a friend, but as someone I would love to spend the rest of my days with. Y/N..." He paused once more. Y/N hummed when her friend grabbed her hand, squeezing it lightly. Bi Han took off his mask, the redness of his cheeks visible as he finally confessed, "I believe I have fallen in love with you."

...

A minute of silence passed before Y/N finally opened her mouth. Yet as soon as she did- Boom!

The walls of the village crashed down then creatures from hell ran in next. The trio were quick to rush into battle (well, I suppose one just spoke) with the help of their clanmates however it would have been simpler if someone else hadn't stepped into the village.

A creature filled with hatred and rage stepped into the battlefield as most of the clan's fighters were occupied with the common hellspawns. Y/N and P/N were a bit too busy to fight the new intruder, but Bi Han, the Sub Zero, had time. (hah battle turkey)

Scorpion; a creature from hell who claimed Sub Zero had killed he and his clan. Yet even so, no one knew what the hell he was speaking of. But all Sub Zero knew was that whatever happened to his clan, he was grateful for it.

And Sub Zero would remember this for the next years of his life. The rest of Y/N's birthday was spent repairing the village walls and ridding the corpses of the demons. And Y/N and P/N in the village infirmary watching Bi Han barely survive all the wounds he suffered from Scorpion.

Seeing Y/N frown for the first time was a sight he never wanted to see again. She was known for always smiling, every hour of every day of her life. How much sorrow she must have felt when she thought her only friend in this world could die. Knowing that there was nothing she could do about it considering for some reason, her words don't affect the dead and demons in the slightest. All she could do was fight alongside P/N with her mediocre fighting skills.

Before the two had met, Bi Han was cold and serious he knew. But only after befriending Y/N did he start to act less serious. He simply allowed Y/N to yell when they were hiding, let her fight large groups while he handled smaller ones, let her act like a child, and let himself fall in love. But now, his serious side was coming back to him.

"Not now, Y/N," the Sub Zero spoke as Y/N wrapped her arms around him. "I have to be somewhere."

"Aww, when did you get so serious? You used to just drag me around at times like this, hehe."

"Indeed, but not anymore."

Y/N would still try to hug and talk to him playfully, but he would always push her away. She grew to accept it considering that he was soon to be the next Grandmaster but still, he hadn't acted like this in so long.

Yes, it's true, in two years the Sub Zero will be Grandmaster. Once he's 20 years old, he'll be head of everyone. Y/N just thought was strange that right after a dark event such as meeting Scorpion. he decided to start training extra hard and take lessons for leadership. Hell, Kuai Liang had noticed it too.

"Excuse me?" A softer voice spoke from behind Y/N. She turned around, smiling down at the small brunette boy. He looked to be about 14. "Are you Y/N, the friend of Big Brother?"

"That, I am," she replied, bowing down. "I see your brother must speak of me to you. You know, he speaks highly of you to me. How may I be of service?" Nervously, the young boy began to speak. In short, he was worried for his brother. Y/N would giggle and pat his shoulder reassuringly.

"Your brother is strange, is he not? Do you believe a dog is strange?" Kuai cocked his head questioningly, then shook his head. "Correct. A caring dog will growl when angry but will comfort when it's pleased. Yet your brother; he cares enough to comfort us when angry, but growl when pleased."

"I'd like to call it yelling," corrected the boy.

"Call it what you'd like," Y/N replied, giggling. "But it's strange nonetheless, isn't it? That's why I love him, truly."

That sisterly love for him never went away, even when Bi Han was away for long periods of time. Whenever Kuai would tell her stories of her big brother, that admiration for him would only get stronger.

Even in two years time, she loved him the same. During Sub Zero's ceremony for Grandmaster, she was the one who believed in him the most. In the two years of them speaking only half as much as before, she managed to get him to spar a couple times. And damn, he became so much stronger than ever.

It's a shame that she never figured out if Sub Zero still loved her or not. Of course, as we can imagine, he still did but he would never tell. If Y/N knew, she probably could have convinced herself to love him romantically.

As the tournament drew closer, Y/N knew she'd have to get serious too. P/N was 4 by then and her size made up for Y/N's mediocre fighting skills; like Ferra and Torr. But damn, she wishes she wasn't qualified.

"I remember one day when you said that when you were Grandmaster, you would make sure I wouldn't never enter the tournament. What changed, Bi Han?" Y/N joked as she smirked playfully at her friend. Bi Han leaned forward in his desk, recalling that event.

"Would you prefer staying here then? You and P/N would make an excellent team," Bi Han replied, taking his mask off to show his full face. Y/N giggled when she saw facial hair starting to grow him; she would make fun of him being a late bloomer often.

"Shang Tsung's scroll tells me I can't stay here." Y/N pulled out the scroll and read over a paragraph again before sighing to herself. "I'm excited, you know. I can't wait to see us fighting together like we used to!" Bi Han smirked to himself but brushed off her comment.

"I could not agree more."

A few days before the tournament, the selected members of the Lin Kuei were on their way to Outworld. Cyrax, Sektor, Smoke, Bi Han, and Y/N set out on horses to their destination. Smoke and Bi Han communicated while Cyrax kept his attention on our lovely Y/N.

And damn it annoyed Bi Han. Cyrax had no problem flirting as he was amazing at it. The two seemed to get along well and quickly got into each other's personal lives. Like where from the clan their from, who their parents are, what happened to their parents, their goals, and all that. When Y/N mentioned that she just wanted to get life over without worrying about a significant other, Cyrax made a comment with that. "That's a shame. I would love to change your mind, sweetie, cause I could grant you a good time." (idk how to flirt okay)

Luckily for Cyrax's life, the group had found their entranced to Outworld before anyone died. But don't think this wouldn't be brought up later, when everyone was getting settled into chambers that they'll rest in until the tournament is over.

"Do you like him?" Bi Han asked, pouring tea into cups for he and Y/N.

"That would depend on which like you mean," she replied, sitting down. P/N cuddled next to her, resting their head on her lap.

"It does not matter," he hissed, pulling his mask off. A look of jealousy would have been confused for hatred or bloodlust if Y/N hadn't known him so well.

"Well then," she spoke softly while grinning cockily. "It really doesn't matter if I like him or not."

Bi Han rolled his eyes, glaring. "I am serious, Y/N. Do you like him?"

"Why are you serious, friend? Me and him had only just met a few days ago. How could I possibly fall for him?" Y/N asked, picking up her cup and sipping some of the tea.

Bi Han didn't answer. Instead, he just took a drink and thought to himself. The tournament would begin in the early mornings of tomorrow. The way should would fight would surely annoy plenty as she never gets many bruises or cuts, she only speaks. She would probably annoy people with her childish and careless speech but then in battle, she becomes cryptic.

Her words are like the wisdom of the laughing god; some would call her insane. But what is insanity but a definition, one that is always changing, always earning and losing meaning. All we know is that we know nothing, and we may be wrong sometimes. Only he who thinks he knows everything can be wrong a hundred percent of the time. Perhaps the wisest of them all was the prophet who never spoke, but just laughed and saw the joke. For you see - the universe has a wonderful sense of humor. Perhaps that can explain her childish behavior and laughter.

"Perhaps,' Y/N spoke up again, smiling wider than usual. "Maybe you still love me. Is that it?" Bi Han felt his cheeks warm up as he nodded.

"Perhaps I do. It's a shame I never got your answer that day. What were you going to say?" he asked as he set down his tea cup. Yet again, as soon as Y/N opened her mouth, Sektor knocked on the door.

"It is getting late. We must be going to sleep now, you two." And just like that, the two said their goodnights and went to their rooms to sleep.

The tournament required too much training and focus to even worry about what her answer was. It's, again, a shame.

Two Lin Kuei warriors fell to the floor, unconscious, as a looming figure of pure hatred stands over them. "I will have my revenge, but I will not kill Sub-Zero."

The doors silently pried open, revealing a grinning girl with a turkey and an ice cold man. "Will not? Or cannot?"

"You!" As Y/N and the turkey walk over to where the familiar Raiden is, Sub Zero and Scorpion approach each other.

"The Shirai Ryu are dead. You will suffer as they did."

"To hell with your clan!"

"No, to hell with you!" Instantly, the bodies of these two enemies were swarmed by flames before seemingly disappearing. Y/N smirked cockily to herself as she awaited her best friend's victory. However, as the minutes past, she grew nervous.

"I can sense your agitation, Y/N," a deep voice spoke. Y/N looked over at Raiden, nodding her head. "I can assure you that he will live. Do not fret."

By the gods, if only he was right.

Y/N eyes focused as flames grew in the middle of the room. She expected to see her friend, but instead saw Scorpion. She waited for Sub Zero to return as well but it never came. She noticed Scorpion raising his hand slowly, a skull and spine within his grasp.

Being buried to her neck and kept alive so she can feel warms and bugs eat her from within the ground would have hurt so, so much less.

Y/N fell onto her knees, her smile disappearing for the fist time in two years. Her eyes were wide as she watched the skull of her best friend hit the floor and shatter. With a scream, Scorpion had disappeared after being engulfed with flames. As people begin to leave, Y/N stays onto the floor while others surround the skull.

Y/N drowned out the sounds of the god and Lin Kuei member arguing as she just sat in sorrow.

...

Y/N hadn't smiled in a few days. When she was called to fight, the battle was over in moments. P/N would charge at them while Y/N would dully speak in a low voice that only her opponent could hear, convincing them to back down. Once they let their guard down, she would simply hit them hard enough to knock them unconscious. That's all she would do.

All she focused on was training whenever the tournament wasn't going on. No matter what drama happened between the realms, all she cared about was keeping EarthRealm safe.

Even when she was brought to the inauguration of Lui Kang, she remained cold and lonesome. Yes, it was edgy but that disbelief and emptiness in her heart stopped her from even caring. Congrats, Lui Kang defeated Shao Kahn and Goro. But how can she celebrate happily without her happiness alive to celebrate with her? Sure, Kuai Liang was there now but she simply couldn't be happy.

To say that great sorrow made her stronger was an understatement however.

Whenever the second tournament started back up, of course she fought her heart out but in the end it was worthless to her.

Until...

"Y/N L/N," a deep voice called out. Y/N paused, turning around to face however just called out her name. The two stood in the middle of the forest of Outworld, where the trees had faces and corpses hung in displayed everywhere.

"Greetings, creature of darkness," Y/N replied, frowning as she eyed the new person in front of her. He wore a black mask, black clothing, black everything. "If you came for a fight, I apologize that you will need to speak to me in a few ours. I don't know where, but I'd rather fight anywhere but here."

Suddenly, the creature chuckled at the girl's voice filled with boredom. "I was once told that you'll only know where you want to go when your somewhere you don't want to be," he replied, taking steps closer. Y/N raised a brow, thinking back to when she said that exact line before.

Y/N then faced the person completely, cocking her head. She frowned more, shaking the thought from her head as she took steps towards him. She then took back what she said about not wanting to fight by getting into a stance.

Every single hit he threw at her with a few exceptions was somehow predictable. When he would through ghost balls, when he was slide, when he would hit and kick seemed so familiar to her. And somehow he predicted most of her movements as well, as if he'd seen her fight many times. Her voice seemed to do nothing against him either, telling her that he was a dead soul.

Y/N coughed as she hit the ground a final time, blood spewing out of her mouth. She covered a large cut over her stomach as she struggled to stand up, heaving. However the creature of darkness stepped on her, pushing her back down. He then stepped off her, circling around her.

"You have gotten stronger. Unfortunately, not strong enough." Y/N coughed as she looked up at the creature of darkness.

"Do you know me? Who are you!" she yelled, whimpering a she tried to sit up. If she had P/N with her, she would probably be in a better predicament.

"It is I, Y/N," the creature spoke as he stopped by her head. "I am Bi Han, only perfected in every way. However, I am now known as Noob."

Y/N's heart drops upon hearing this. This explains so much...

She covered her face as sudden tears slipped from her eyes, whimpers following after. Bi Han simply watches as his closest friend cries, not being able to feel bad for her.

"Goddammit, Bi Han... You had so much potential but you do this? Our people are now robots and have no official leader to guide them. Your brother is in danger! Yet you destine yourself to servitude?"

"Perhaps my death affected you more than I had initially thought. You don't smile anymore, do you? No games when you speak; you simply beg." Suddenly, he roughly grabbed her arms and pulled her up forcibly, causing her to fall against him.

She hissed as she struggled to stay on her feet, blood dripping from the ends of her mouth. She shoved him away forcibly, taking a step back. "I would have said, I love you too, that day. I really wish we could have lived out our lives under different circumstances."

Tears formed in her eyes as she watched what was left of her best friend pull out a scythe. She knew she was gonna die so why would she fight back.

"You will not be gone forever, Y/N," Noob replied as he neared her. "You will be back, only forever. We will live out our lives together then."

Then suddenly, everything went black.

Goro

As some may know, Goro has 7 wives. One of them being Y/N, a princess who was forced into marriage.

It's all for good relations, right? So her family can restore the honor and security lost when their realm was conquered by Shao Kahn?

Y/N was a princess who had been raised to act submissive, caring, and quiet. Anything her husband would want, she was raised to want it to. However, in her mind, she hated her life so badly. She didn't want to wear makeup, keep her hair pretty, wear dresses, and always reply with, "yes sir," or, "yes ma'am." She didn't want to be someone else's property. She knew marrying the price would bring her life to an end.

Goro, his full name being Gongoro, is a giant man of brute strength who was able to crush a skull like it was nothing. He's a showoff who believes he's the best of the best aside from Shao Kahn. And he isn't wrong, either. His wives mean nothing to him so he distances himself from them, but allows them to use his money whenever because he knows that's why they're with him. However, as not many know, Goro can be compassionate at times, even if it's just a little.

Y/N shivered to herself as she stepped onto the marble floors of the throne room. It was required for everyone who works with Goro to know his relationships, along with each other's relationships, to ensure that no one is betraying the empire. So in front of everyone, Y/N would be asked questions about who she is, what she does, where's from, what she expects from the marriage, and many, many more.

Of course she replied with optimism. She didn't want to but her marriage with Goro had to be perfect so she can live her full life and make her family happy. But in her eyes, anyone can see how unhappy she really was. Kitana was able to see it right away; the princess approached her right after the questioning.

"I pity you, Princess of [Realm]. This truly is a fate worse than death," Kitana spoke, bowing her head. Y/N kept up a small smile, shaking her head.

"I thank you, Princess Kitana," she replied as she bowed. "However if my family and realm is protected, so be it. Perhaps my Prince shall have mercy on me for as long as I live." Our princess's heart pounded heavily although her face remained calm. She knew all about Goro and his fights; she could only pray to the gods above her that she won't make him mad. Kitana frowned, looking into the fear held in Y/N's eyes.

"I pray for your safety. Word of advice; praise him and never get close to him whenever he is angry. You showing fear will tell him that you do not love him, and being brave would insult his authority and harm his pride. Prince Goro is tricky."

These words rung through Y/N's mind every second of her life from now on. As Shang Tsung walked her to her chamber in the palace, she couldn't help but break down. A sly smirk appeared on the sorcerer as he heard the poor girl whimper and cry.

In her chambers, she let in all out. Luckily nights are longer in Outworld than in her realm since she was able to get good amounts of sleep even after spending hours of crying into her pillows. She didn't want to marry a monster! She didn't even want to be a princess; why couldn't she be like everyone else and choose her life decisions?

Every night was like this up until the day of the wedding. Every day was spent being tutored on how the Prince likes things done and what to never do. Of course, she did it all with a smile and with the feeling of regret sitting deep inside her.

When the day of the wedding came, that was it for her. She spent the night before praying to the Gods for redemption since clearly, there was something she did that caused such a terrible fate to be bestowed onto her.

The wedding was interesting, to say the least.

When she first stood in front of the Prince himself, her heart stopped. A was giant; so incredibly large compared to her. His hands were enough to crush her skull with ease. And when he looked at her, he could see the ultimate fear in her eyes. A sly smirk appeared on his face as pride filled him. Yet another wife to love him eternally, and this one wouldn't need to be told to do something twice.

She had no idea how wedding worked in Shokan tradition so Y/N just spent the day being commanded. "Put the ring on him," "be quiet," "give your speech and make it sound sincere," and things like that.

She was so scared when she delivered her speech. Her parents, family, enemies, guards, Outworld dynasty, and so many Shokan peoples were there. She gave a toast with a look of pride but in her voice, she can just hear how scared she was. And that only scared her more.

Cheers and applauses filled the room when the vows were finished. Goro gripped Y/N tiny hand and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. It was a display of affection made to make the wedding seem sincere but they knew down down inside that it was all pretend.

Y/N remembers the first time she ever stepped foot into his lair. She was scared, petrified even, but she tried her best to conceal it. She knew she had to if she even wanted to live another year.

That night, the two sat down at the dinner table in their formal wear still, no other wife present. The two ate in silence; Y/N barely touched her food while Goro stuffed everything down like he had no manners. In a sense, he didn't need to have any though.

And she didn't have a say in the house, she might as well simply let it be

Months went by and nothing really happened. Of course, the night of the marriage, there was something expected of royalty right after marriage in the middle of the night

It was...traumatic, truly. Knowing services like that would be her legacy...the rest of her life, her people, depended on sitting around lazily and listening to screams, then bring pained every single night

He was gigantic and she was a small girl...she was so scared of him. Goro would have a wife lay in his bed every night, and on her turns, she'd shake and remain awake the whole night. How could she sleep when her fear of him accidentally rolling his large arm on her and crushing her is in the back of her mind?

And if he did that, waking him up would be the death of her

...

One night, she was called into her prince's chambers. She gulped, remembering what day it was...it was her turn to sleep with her husband. All of his other wives had no problem sleeping with him, as they were from larger races. However she just couldn't...she had to pray to the elder gods everyday to almost ensure she wouldn't die...

She stepped into the chambers, finding her husband absent from the room. Y/N breathed heavily as she laid in the bed and waiting for her husband patiently, time going uncomfortably slow. Where was he?

After a few minutes of waiting, Y/N's beating heart was being laid to rest. But as soon as she had started to calm down, a roar emitted from the hallways, coming closer to the room.

Y/N shot up, tears immediately swelling up in her eyes. God, why is he mad?

The last time she saw him mad...dear Elder Gods, she hates to merely recall the memory taking place...she brutality one of his wives received despite not doing anything was terrible. Just terrible...

Would she be next?

"Dear Gods!" Y/N full on screamed as she felt her breathe hitch a single time. She hates knowing that she's scared! She hates knowing that in this situation or anything around here, she's always so anxious and terrified! It's like feeling her entire well being drain every single moment until there's almost nothing left.

Just knowing she was becoming scared made her more scared, and the moment Goro broke his door angrly and entered the room, Y/N snapped

Instantly, all that graciousness from earlier was gone. She couldn't hold in her manners and pride any longer! She was scared, so scared for her life.

He immediately made eye contact with her, seething so heavily. Y/N quickly covered her mouth and tears feel rapidly from her eyes and onto the bedsheets. She sat up in the giant bed, pretty much balled up and stared

Goro led out a noise from the back of his throat, approaching the bed with a look that could literally kill. Had Y/N not prepared for this before marrying him, her frail heart would've been too petrified to let her body go on.

Goro towered over her like a rabid beast...and simply stared at her tiny form freaking out

Y/N had broken down, fully into tears and crying so loudly as she buried her face into her hands. She whimpered loudly, sniffing and trying to herself to calm down but she knew she couldn't recover from this..

"Hah hah.." a low chuckle erupted from the prince. "The most attractive trait in a wife is her fear. The inability to withstand me..is quite amusing. You must hate me, do you not? Do not lie."

Her cries quieted down a tad as she heard him speak, but once he finished then she immediately got louder again. She had to lie! But he would know..

The rest of the night would follow by more demeaning, objectifying statements about her and her position as his wife. Of course it got him feeling a little specially, and so the night would get worse and worse.

Looking into a mirror and seeing so many deep cuts and red marks on her skin had made the poor girl dry out yet again...she cries every night, but never in the sights of Goro. Or anyone as a matter of fact

But...to an extent, feeling the attention wasn't a bad thing

Demeaning but if she choose to be the wife of a monster, then she deserves it, don't she?

Looking into the mirror and outlining every cut, Y/N let her last tear fall.

"I choose to prefect my people and suffer for it..Goro may do as he pleases, as this must be my punishment."

Within time, Y/N knew she was his favorite. Now rather then 3 times a month, she would sleep with him 4 times. Then 5. And then more.

What can he say, he loved seeing that true, raw emotion in his miniature wife's eyes.

Goro was breaking her down day by day, but she'll learn to love it

Reptile

Standing there in the foggy, humid air surrounding an unimaginable jungle, young Y/N witness fire, battles, burning of peoples and trees, and all else related. There were her people of the L/N clan attacking their neighbors, a hardly recognizable clan. Reptilian peoples. Those people, their world- in flames. What were they fighting for?

...

Y/N cold, icy eyes held a look of familiarity and remorse to seeing her dear childhood best friend in front of her. His arm crossed over his heart respectfully, pledging his full loyalty and all. If she remembered anything about her first battle, it was how she felt betrayed and like the world was against her. She had to fight her dearest friend. Neither could do it, no matter how much they needed to.

In the end, the two just stared at each other until Y/N simply walked away. The pressure was released since they knew it wasn't each other's fault for the fight between their people, and if either can live another day, it'd all be worth it in the end.

Or so, at the time that was the thought process.

Being broken down, tormented, taunted for centuries... It has its affect on one's mind.

Just a few hours later, a large gathering was thrown at the palace of Shang Tsung to celebrate the new mighty warriors, including Baraka, General Kotal alongside Aztec warriors, new demons and hellspawns, Scorpion... and of course, Reptile. However, the party was mostly for Shang Tsung to showcase his wealth and power, and everyone knew it but the food and drink was worth tasting even if it stroked his ego.

Y/N stood tall at a pillar in the room. She wore a sort of dress required for this kind of gathering- The dress was pretty and touched the floor almost. She wore a small underskirt to make the dress more puffy. It was eye catching to say the least, but not nearly as much as how Princess Kitana and her side kick Jade was. Scarlette and many of the other men and women wanted to show their wealth and attractiveness.

However, it all looked like this blur to a visitor. Her face shun like the sun yet as cold as ice. Yet, whenever she looked back at that visitor too, her face warmed and her chest felt heavier.

Step, step, step...

His eyes glowed more then she remembered. He was way taller than her, too; her head almost reached his shoulders. Reptile, Syzoth, stood close enough to her to feel her heat radiating off her.

"You grew quite a bit since I last saw you. I'm almost at your shoulders, hehe," Y/n giggled as she looked at Syzoth right in his cold eyes. "It's been centuries."

"My people have all been lost. I am the only one left of my kind. All that remains is few ashy, destroyed homes and statues," Syzoth replied in his raspy, reptilian voice. "I never understood why your kind did it."

"I had never touched a thing. We were destined to different paths and had no choice. I wish... I wish it never ended the way it did. I remember us talking about running away together and starting our own people; our own clan. Maybe then our people would be at peace."

"Had only we saw the world through the lens of reality," Reptile replied, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Had only, my friend."

Silence filled the space between them as everyone around them talked and laughed and gambled. The music in the background that was softly playing ranged from different genres- traditional Chinese, Edenian, and whatever else sounded right. However, it was all put to a halt whenever Shang Tsung tapped against a glass to make a loud clinking sound.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to grant a toast to our beloved emperor... Emperor Shao Kahn." The crowd raised their glasses and clapped, roared, or produced whatever sound their specie can make to show support. When the crowd died down, Shang Tsung continued.

"And to appreciate the new warriors who shall stand against Earthrealm in the name of our emperor! You shall all be the reason we will take over our greatest enemy and conquer yet another major realm. One by one, you will see the effects of your support on your lives as you are approached with fame, wealth, love, support, and most importantly, power. You shall all be respected and worshipped by those in Earthrealm after the tournament begins! And with that, thank you all!"

The crowd cheered and smiled at each other cheerfully and took their shots as they were reminded of the upcoming tournament. However, the mood changed whenever the music changed to something more slow and romantic. Alas, the couple's dance begins.

Jade and General Kotal take the floor, followed with Erron Black and a maid lady most likely, Baraka and a Tarkatan female soldier, and more.

Y/N looked away from the crowd and back and Reptile.

"I do remember the festivals of our people. You looked stunning in that flowered dress you wore during your celebrations, and the warrior clothing you wore at mine. You were such a wonderful dancer," Syzoth broke the silence. A warm smile appeared on Y/N's face.

"I still practice our danced. Do you?" Y/N questioned.

Syzoth held out his arm for her, replying with, "would you like to find out?"

The pair walked onto the dance floor once she took his arm in her's. They walked into the center and held onto each other and stayed close. Together, they danced just like how they'd used to. It wasn't very eye catching or anything, but to them, it was special.

At least, for the night.

...

Two hundred years later. That's right, two hundred years.

And absolutely nothing had happened between the two. They were put on group missions time to time but they spoke as partners who's never met prior to the mission. They worked side by side, but nothing more.

Why?

It was the first time seeing each other in centuries the day of that gathering. There was no need for aggression or hatred on that day when it was a day of memorial and celebration. Since then, things have gotten more serious to the point where there was no more time for reunions and flashbacks.

Besides, the gathering was his appreciation to Y/N. There was no more left to appreciate as only the memories of the ruined home he once lived happily in remained. Everyday was a reminder of what had happened- how he was spared by his best friend when he'd rather join his family in death. He couldn't kill himself so he has to live out each day and survive. Working with Shao Kahn was his reminder of what he's fighting more.

Vengeance cannot ever be granted as long as Y/N is alive, but he could never hurt her. If he could revive his fallen people, only then will he be satisfied.

...

Reptile was knocked out by Johnny Cage in just a single fight. After the fight between Baraka and him, there was a break.

Reptile rested on a bench somewhere in Shang Tsung's island while he tried to rid of his headache. He groaned with his reptilian voice as he heard footsteps quietly approach.

"He was a lot stronger than we anticipated. I despise seeing people such as Cage winning," Y/N's calming voice filled the silence as she sat down next to him.

Y/N grabbed his arm and squeezed it slightly, causing a questioning look from Syzoth. However, his headache disappeared immediately, and suddenly he remembered her kind could aid any pain in the blink of an eye.

"It would take about 10 of my kind to kill a single person in your clan, however due to our healing abilities, we would live. With regeneration magic, we are practically impossible to defeat."

Oh, the memories.

"Do not worry though, for Shang Tsung would get the neck of it. It is he who runs the tournament so any failure is his failure."

Syzoth remained silent as he listened in to Y/N. His entire life, he wondered why his people had to die to this very girl's. The thought just wouldn't leave his mind.

"You did a few moves I had never seen before. I knew you could use your tongue and throw spit balls, but your slide was impressive. Along with the way you throw him up in the air like that and attacked again before he could react. You're even more skilled than your father."

His father died by the hands of her mother and uncles.

"Is that so? Would you like to see more?"

"You want to spar?" Y/N questioned as Syzoth stood up and held out his hand for her to take. He pulled her up once she took it and smirked.

"I would love to."

They walked in an open area and brought up their fists. A casual sparing match. Seconds passed before Syzoth ran and slide towards Y/N, throwing a ball of acid in the air that would hit her if she tried to jump over him. Y/N reacted fast and lunged forward, barely escaping the acid or the reptile.

She rolled onto the ground and summoned a whip covered with spikes. She swung it at it and the spikes poked through his skin, before she ripped back the whip. The spikes ripped his flesh apart and he came clashing down forward.

The sparring match slowly became more and more aggressive. To the point where it became a scene that passbyers watched. Not everyone left the island after the tournament after all.

Slowly, the two started to get genuinely pissed off at each other tactics, and eventually, Y/N tackled Syzoth and summed and dagger and plunged it into the palm of his hand. She summoned another one and did the same for his other palm. He hissed and attempted to kick her off him, however she moved too fast.

She summoned one more dagger that she pieced the scales around his throat with. "Do you give up, Syzoth?" She taunted.

She was covered in blood and bruises, and clearly badly roughed up, as was Syzoth. The crowd around them watched as the reptile started to feel self councious and humiliated. He said literally nothing and stopped struggling. He simply quietly hissed at the pain in his palms. He had given up.

Y/N got up slowly and took out the daggers. Slowly, shame started to set in. What a way to greet an old friend, huh? She had a look of pity as she watched Syzoth stand ho and brush himself off before walking off.

The crowd dispersed with their small talk and comments, but she ignored them. "What have I done?" She pondered.

The next tournament began, where Lui Kang was to fight Scorpion and Quan Chi. Y/N stood and watched the fight, but couldn't help but notice Syzoth in the background. He looked hurt, and an empty feeling in her heart remained. She felt terrible.

Little ways after then, the two happened to meet up at that pond again where they "sparred." Reptile was sitting at that bench again, before sensing Y/N.

"You are just like your clan. Taking advantage of whatever you can."

"I beg you're pardon? You fought back with equal might, Syzoth."

Before Y/N even noticed him, Reptile insulted her. But Y/N was correct- it wasn't all her fault. "Do not call me by my name," Reptile hissed as be stood up.

"You are just like your clan. You blame everyone else for your own faults in order to make yourselves think you look good," Y/N spit back. She glared at the heated Reptile, who began to quickly approach her. She went to take a step back, but immediately he was in her face hissing.

"I have no clan. Your family killed them all."

Y/N felt a tear in her heart but ignored it. "That was not our doing and you know it. We left home to protect ourselves and keep our legacy alive. What my clan did is not my fault. You embarrassed yourself yesterday, bur get over it. We aren't children anymore, Syzoth."

Venom spewed in his name. "I am not Syzoth to you, traitor!"

Y/N shoved hard against him and like a bomarang, he came back. Only he pushed her as hard as he could, causing her to fall back and hit her head. She growled and went to stand up but Syzoth got on her and held her down.

He opened his mouth, venom dripping from his tongue and onto the stone. Y/N gasped silently and tried to get him off by kicking and turned, but his grip on her wrists was strong.

"I heard it could take 10 of me to kill one of you, Y/N.." he hissed as his voice became more reptilian. He picked his lips as venomous acidstarted to drip onto her clothing. She gasped ad her heart began to pound. "Let us test that now!" He hissed.

She expected him to spit up the acid all over her face and make her skin melt, or to wrap his long tongue around her, or something other than what he did!

What he did was connect their lips. He kissed her dearly and made her gasp! Was he gonna force acid down her throat?

She was waiting and waiting for it, and while waiting a few seconds ahead couldn't help but pursue. She closed her eyes tightly and deepened the kiss. I mean.. if she's gonna die, what the hell?

Also, sorry this one sucks, I for some reason can't type on my laptop because of a random word limit on posts so I'm writing on my phone lol

But it never came. Despite the reptile seeming to be in attack mode, especially after the humiliation of yesterday's fights, he didn't harm her. He held her down and kissed her.

Her heart fluttered as she drifted away into peace. Well, I suppose they did say they would marry once they were older, and that they'd always love each other.

It does seem a little cliche though, doesn't it? Like they hated each inherent one moment then suddenly love each other? Well, you can say that these were built up feelings towards each other that Syzoth was just like, "okay, idgaf anymore, it's been centuries without holding hands so Imma"

When Syzoth pulled away, his anger had disappeared. Y/N grew a small smile and said, "Hmm, I did not know you would be the one to act first rven after all these years."

He rolled his eyes and got off of her, thinking back to their childhood. Y/N held hands with him first, hugged him first, and so on. Y/N helped herself up and smiled.

"Well, I'm glad you're not mad about yesterday. I thought I had embarrassed you."

"Of course you had bur it was expected," he replied. "No matter to me now."

Y/N held his hand and from then on, no more fights, okay?

Erron Black

150 years ago, there was a shortly lived era from 1860 to 1880 where there were cowboys and gunslingers. 150 years ago, a Chinese sorcerer had encountered a gunslinger, asking for the assassination of someone in return for immortality. Of course, the gunslinger had accepted, and staying young would allow him to remain patient with everything. He has so many years to fulfill everything he needed to do, so why hurry?

With the ability to stay young for years to come, he had so many opportunities to see people, see women, assassinate, and serve. Before he knew it, 150 years had passed and here he was, working for a mythic man in a realm he never would have thought real. Erron Black, a gunslinger who had lived 3 lifespans considering he was likely to live until 60 in the 1870s. A stoic, flirtatious man who perfected his aim beyond what should be possible and lived for the moment.

How would such a man react when he's invited to a party in the islands of Shang Tsung? His first thought when he arrived would be to find liquor, of course. However, when he looks around, his eyes immediately land on the girl across the room. She has flowing H/C hair that swayed when she walked across the room, handing out drinks to people. A short, beautiful F/C dress flowed with her movements, a dragon symbol suggesting that she worked for Shang Tsung.

The room was full of people Erron had never seen before considering he'd only just decided to officially become an outlander. Before a week ago, Earthrealm and Shang Tsung was all he knew about.

The cowboy raised an eyebrow, eyeing the girl as she spoke to an unrecognizable face from across the room. He already knew he would find a way to talk to her later so he simply shrugged off his findings for now to look for something to drink.

Goro, Sheeva, Kitana, Jade, Shao Kahn, Kintaro, Baraka, Reptile, and plenty of other guests surrounded and spoke in the room at once, and many soldiers and guards drinking and laughing.

Erron made his way through the groups of people, heading towards the throne in the middle of the room towards the wall. There sat the infamous Shang Tsung who at the time had a youthful form, as this takes place before the tournament. Erron's slow and cautious steps could almost be mistaken for nervousness, even. Before the cowboy could make it to the sorcerer, someone steps in front of him, putting him to a halt.

The one who cut him off was none other than that server girl from earlier. She had a soft smile on her features as she bowed her head to the cowboy, holding a tray in her hand. "Excuse my sudden visit, sir, however I noticed you seemed worried. May I offer you a drink, directions, or perhaps a person you need to see?" Erron smirked under his mask, chuckling as he stared into her deep E/C eyes.

"Well, lil missy, what's a gorgeous lady like you servicin' for? Ya outta be out havin' yourself a good time too," he complimented, looking the girl from head to toe as he took a took a beverage from her tray. The girl breathed out a short giggle, smiling.

"Why thank you, cowboy," she replied softly as her cheeks warmed up. "However if I had done so, I wouldn't be the first lady you'd speak to. I cannot have another woman be your first dance or good time of the night," The cowboy chuckled at her reply, placing his hand on his belt and the other lifting the glass cup and taking his shot of liquor.

"Darin', aren't cha?" he stated, taking a step closer to her and setting the glass on her tray, "I like it." The two were close to begin with, but now there was only one feet between them. "May I ask for your name, darlin'?"

"My name is Shang Y/N, sir. What may I call you?" she replied, smirking to herself as she leaned in.

"They call me Erron Black, milady. But you?" Erron leaned in closer, his hand pushing back a few strands of the girl's hair from her face. Y/N moved the tray in her hand to the side to allow Erron to get closer. "Call me what you want as long as I belong to you for the night."

Y/N's face heated and this warm feeling in her chest grew. She giggled to herself, feeling like a school girl whose crushing hard on the mysterious new guy, placing her hand on top of his. "You have a way with words, Black. But surely you didn't just come here to flirt with me, did you?" She teased. "There must be something you need. Please, name your need and I will provide."

Erron cocked his head at the change of topic, but then noticed a pair of eyes staring at Y/N from Shang Tsung. He knew that meant he had to step away from her and get serious, so he did. "Eh, the fanciest liquor you got will do; don't matter what it is." And with a bow, Y/N headed off to ask a few more people what they need.

Erron watched as she walked away swiftly before turning back to Shang Tsung and approaching him. The sorcerer smirked, greeting him and asking him how things were.

Minutes passed before Shang Tsung had been requested elsewhere and had to leave their conversation, leaving Erron to wait for his drink to arrive. He was a patient man but boredom hit him quickly.

E/C eyes and H/C hair, and a soft voice that was elegant. That reminded him of his first encounter with an Outworlder, whenever he was only nine. He remembers waking up in the middle of the night because a bright light illuminated his room. He tiredly walked over to his window, peering out and freezing in fear when he saw what it was. A portal. Quickly, he rushed outside through the front door of his home but by the time he managed to get outside, the portal was gone. And when he tried to go back inside, he went face to face with his father who he had woken up on accident.

Erron once was asked if he had shot his father, to which he responded that the son of a bitch had it coming. Another time, he mentioned that his mother would have loved someone, and later said that he hated her. With this in mind, you can imagine how upset his parents would get when Erron would claim to see things at night and rush out the door to get a better look, his footsteps waking up his parents.

---------------------------------------------------

Until one night. Always, the portal would come up at a certain time and Erron was prepared for it. When he saw a portal open, he busted open his window and jumped out. He ignored the glass shards on the ground and darted for the portal.

The bright light lit up three men that had walked through the portal. As soon as they were fully on Earth, the portal dispersed. Erron slowed down his running, observing the three men. A man who was white as paint and bald, a man with his hair down but some of it in a small bun, and a man with fire in his eyes.

Erron watched, mouth agape, and slowly crept forward. He was practically right in front of them, but he stayed to the side to not get caught. Two talked in a serious matter, the one with fire was silent.

It's strange. He knew now that it was Quan Chi, Shang Tsung, and Scorpion he saw that night. He knows they noticed he was there, but ignored him since he was just a kid. His parents were furious though, causing Erron to chuckle.

He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, tipping his hat and closed his eyes. "Yeah, those ol' bastards got what they deserved."

"...I beg your pardon?"

He opened his eyes, seeing the beautiful Y/N before him. In her tray, she held a unique glass filled with red liquid. The glass was shaped like a dragon and was crystallized.

"Ah, sorry ma'am. Say, whatever would that be?" He asked, referring to the glass bottle. Y/N smirked as she grabbed the glass and handed to Erron.

"This is your fanciest liquor, Black. It's an royal delicacy. Only those such as the emperor, my father, and those working under the throne will ever have the chance to consume it."

Erron hummed before taking a sip. Immediately, he felt strength coursing throw his veins, as if he just drank an energy drink. He furrowed his eyeborrows, taken aback by the taste.

"Sweet Jesus," he muttered. Y/N giggled, smiling warmly as his face. "This is the best thing I ever did taste! I want one once a night," Erron smirked, licking his lips. He held out the drink for Y/N, offering her a sip.

"Oh! Well, I should not..." she loomed around her, making sure no one watched as she took the glass and quickly took a sip of it. Her smile grew on her face as she felt the magic flow through her.

"Yeah, but 'cha did, as you deserve little lady," he leaned forward, brining his face closer to her's. She giggled, leaning closer to him as well.

"Well, I would not mind sharing a glass with you, gunslinger," her face heated up again, and she moved her tray to the side.

"Why don't you share a bed with me later tonight too then, hmm?" He asked, nearly breaking the space between them. Y/N was never one for sex or going out and partying like how her father is, but she was really liking this gunslinger!

"Y/N, dear," another voice called out. Y/N looked over at the man walking towards them; her father. Her heart dropped and she changed into a more professional stance. "You have been asked for by General Kotal. Don't slack, please, dear."

"Yes father, my apologies," she quickly bowed before rushing off. There left Shang Tsung and the gunslinger.

“She’s your girl, huh?” The gunslinger asked, putting his hands on his hips near his gun holsters. “She’s quiet the gal, boss.”

Shang Tsing smiled, nodded his head and replying, “She appears as quick-witted and sweet as her beloved mother, yet is as cold and hateful as I. She truly is a blessing yet a curse to all she opposes.”

And damn, was that right. Erron never really had a chance to speak to her again that night, and he soon forgot about it. He was gonna live for a long, long time, so what’s wrong with chasing a little tail? A blessing to married mortals is death, so they manage to last until death instead of maybe 80 years then onto the next person. Give it maybe 30 years later before they meet again- sex, booze, long nights, fights, parties, money- he had all he could ask for. But serving Kotal Kahn and beating people’s broke asses all day would get sort of boring, along with the same kind of but different chick every night to wake up to.

Erron did his regular patrol through the market place on the east side of Outworld. He hated it most- poor sons of bitches and whores always grabbing his boots, begging for a spare dime. Erron glared at those peasants, ignored them or hurting them if they wouldn’t get the message. He was an unforgiving asshole.

But FUCK, if you’re reading this, you love unforgiving assholes too.

He sighed as he heard the start of another fight- someone probably tried to steal a fruit or something.

Erron made his way over, walking his intimidating walk as he pulled his pistol out of the holster, shooting it towards the sky. “Settle down, ya filthy animals.”

A man in regular peasant clothes angrily looked at the gunslinger, pointing a finger at the women across from him. She was shorter, a long black dress with long sleeves and black veil on. She didn’t look rich, but she certainly wasn’t poor. Perfect. Erron was worried he forgot too many coins at home to get that one drink at the bar. Maybe the women would have a few coins to spare in exchange for her life?

The peasant man yelled, “this treacherous snake! She used black arts in the sacred walls of Kotal Kohn! She’s a slave of Shinnok!”

The woman glared at the man as if he was a mere inconvenience, rather than an actual problem. Her eyes held such spark and cold, false personality in them, in almost made him think of that girl long ago. She cried out, “lies! Please, gunslinger, you must believe me!”

She played her part so well. She was a fearful, harmless women who had wronged by this lying peasant. So everyone thought, anyways. She slapped her hands together and cried out, “please!”

Erron looked her up and down, smirking under his mask. “Is that so ma’am? Well I ain’t a damn reason to trust neither of ya. But accusing her of dark arts from the likes for Shinnok is a harsh statement to make and I doubt you want to suffer the pain that comes with being caught lying from that. Unless you wanna stick to your word, partner.” Erron took steps closer to the man, who dwindled in uncertainty and anxiety. “Am I right?”

“Sir, please, I saw it myself!” The man cried out as the woman fearfully stepped away from the two. “Her face, it- it changed! Like she morphed! As if Shang Tsung himself was-“

“Hol’ it.” Erron looked at the woman and glared. Those eyes, although all that was visible due to the black mask covering her nose and mouth, were an unforgettable sight. The woman sniffed, holding her arms close.

She knew he knew. The gunslinger she met that night was unforgettable to her, and she knew who he worked for. One of her father’s old “toys.” But perhaps he didn’t know exactly who she was.

“Ma’am, step o’er here with me for a moment.” The woman nodded and followed him away from the market and somewhere a minute or so away, in this larger building nearby. Torn and abandoned building with no one but homeless fools within it.

When they arrived, he turned to her and said, “Back to the wall. No funny business.”

The woman suddenly differed from the way she acted before- she was no longer scared or anxious. Just cold and hateful. It’s like the air around them had gone from one thing to suddenly dangerous. She blankly looked at the gunslinger, replying, “no. I do not think I will.” Erron glared, grabbing onto his pistol but before he pulled it out, the woman raised her hand.

“Long time, no see, Shang. Still as cocky and pitiful as ever, huh?” He glared at the woman, ready as ever to put a bullet between her eyes. Or his.

“It has been a while, indeed. As much as a brainwashed slave to the leaders as always, I see.” She only had to hold her hand out to seem threatening although nothing would happen. No spell was being conjured but a simple cowboy would never understand that.

“I work for myself, and always have. I never gave a damn about ye, unlike those mindless things ye call servants.”

“Hehe,” a sweet giggle left the woman’s mouth, making Erron question if it was Shang or someone who is going along with the idea that she’s him. It’d be sort of weird if the all powerful and feared sorcerer made a cute little giggle, wouldn’t it?

“I thought you were speaking of me, not my father. I know you had feelings for me, gunslinger.”

It all came together just like that. Unless this was a simple trick by the warlock too. “Okay, enough talk. For me, at least. Back against the fuckin’ wall, or have your guts spilled across it. Ye know ya have no way of escaping this.”

“Hehehe, well Erron, I am not my father. I have done non wrong at all. Should you Khan execute an innocent woman, imagine the uprising he will receive as a result. Not only that, but for if you don’t fear that, just know I won’t be going down alone.” She raised her hand to her veil, lifting it up- the sudden movement making the gunslinger pull out his gun and press the trigger within lightning speed, though never shooting. She lifted the veil off and pulled down the mask, revealing the face of the daughter of Shang. Beautiful face shape, beautiful lips, beautiful eyes, and an unmistaken smirk.

“Knock me out if you wish, but I assure you, I am Y/N. Ferra and Torr will not have met me. Neither your Kahn. And if you truly do serve none other than yourself, then you should have no reason to not let me go.” Erron studied her features, keeping his pistol steady in place. “Besides, you know I can make make you a mystery.”

A few silent seconds passed before Erron sighed, putting his gun away. Y/N smiled sweetly, as if the intense talk-off had never taken place. He chuckled, taking a few steps towards the woman, “yeah, you are a sweet and soft gal on the outside, aren’t cha? Don’t think I didn’t kill you because of your threats though. You know how disgusting the prisons here are, and such a gorgeous gal like yourself deserves better than that.”

“What are you insinuating?” She asked kindly, her unnerving smile never ending. She looked up at the tall cowboy, you were less than a foot away from her now.

“Well, howsbout we make a deal? I keep quiet about you, and let you roam to do whatever you please. But, I get to see you once or twice a week.” He pulled down his mask and smirked.

“And what do you see us doing?” She asked, putting her arms behind her back and feeling her face get flushed.

“Oh nothing. Maybe tour yer daddy’s island. That place was badass last time I went.” Y/N giggled, nodding and holding out her hand.

“Deal.”

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dear-taka-chan · 2 years

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random takashi mitsuya headcanons

...because why not?

cw: none.

note: these are just random things i think fit mitsuya. this isn't an x reader specifically, though you are free to picture yourself in certain circumstances if you want. also you can agree or disagree with me, that's fine and i'd love to hear your thoughts on these or even any new ones you have but don't start an argument with me or anyone else please. (yes this is a repost bc Tumblr apparently has some grudge with me?)

• mitsuya is an emotional person who is very good at rationally dealing with his emotions. he is genuinely a smart guy, he can acknowledge and accept his emotions and still only use logic while dealing with his personal feelings.

• ever since he was a kid he has been burdened with responsibilities most children his age don't even properly understand. so that has got to have some effect on him. he has learned to suppress and disregard his emotions. he also criticizes and scolds himself for being affected/hurt/excited about stuff that is less significant in comparison to other emotions often times.

• but when it comes to other's emotions and feelings, he is very sensitive and understanding. no matter how minimal they seem, he would never mock them for it. in fact he is always ready to help however way he can.

• mitsuya is definitely very very good at reading and understanding body language, unspoken words, clues and hints, the atmosphere and the room. he knows when to shut up, he knows when to speak, what to speak and how to deliver it. tone, time and place, he understands it well.

• speaking of which, mitsuya speaks very less. only when needed. it stems both from the fact that 1) he HATES being vulnerable in front of anyone. like it's a big no no for him. as someone who has been burdened with so many responsibilities and has been demanded to show more maturity than his age demands, he feels like he is the one who is supposed to be the sacrificer. he is supposed to be the mediator and the adult of the group. he often blames himself when something goes wrong which he thinks he could have handled. 2) he doesn't really have many people with whom he could talk? his sisters are younger than him, so of course he wouldn't dare burden them with his problems. he is a firm believer in "children should act and be treated like children." his mom is busy almost all the time and the rare times when she does get a day off, he wants her to rest and not deal with her son's issues. draken is probably the only one he goes to for advice if he really needs it, only because he sees him as the only reliable and smart enough person. hakkai is his man when he wants to rant though. hakkai is a very good listener, i believe.

• this boys plans EVERYTHING OUT. like he has a whole list of what all has to be done in a day and he WILL finish it off before transcending into slumber land. a very diligent worker. (mitsuya please take care of yourself and don't become a workaholic bb)

• he makes playlists as a hobby and a rejuvenative activity. he has playlist for every mood. he also has playlists for all his favourite genre of books because he likes reading books. not the biggest book lover in the world but he does enjoy reading a good book once in a while. going to be honest, a well written romance is right up mitsuya's alley.

• when mitsuya has a crush on someone, he draws them in some of his favourite dresses, just to see how they'd look. only out of curiosity, of course. just wanting to know how they would look in his creations. he might also use them as a reference/muse time and time again for his new works, whenever it's possible. now if his crush knows that or not, depends upon how close they are.

• fashion designing isn't just a passion of his without any reason. it's his way of unleashing his ideas and thoughts through his work. this is also a form of art. he speaks and connects through his art. almost all his works have an element of mitsuya in them. sure the tag is the biggest proof who it's creator is, but there are certain details in them that give the dress the Takashi Mitsuya mark.

• you can't tell me he didn't get into fashion when he saw fashionable clothes and was like woahhh i wanna wear them and asked his mother one day and poor boy got his heartbroken because they were so damn expensive. sooooo he decided to do something about it and used his old clothes and thrift shopped clothes and turned into DIY fashionable ones. and that's how he learned how to measure, stitch, sew, and all those things. and when he got so much positive feedback from literally everyone around him it turned into a passion. look at our boy now, he had his first ever fashion show.

• he is a delinquent. he is one of the captains in a gang. he has been doing this for so long and has been around gang members for so long but he still highly, highly values education. it's very important and meaningful to him. he also wants to set a good example for his sisters since they look up to him and copy him so much. but also, he actually, genuinely tries in school because he knows he can and he wants to. he definitely comes a little above an average student and if he put even a little bit more effort and time than he does rather than running around and dealing with gangs he would surely come in the top ten students of his class.

• women feel safe around him. he radiates this vibe or energy where women don't feel on guard and tense around him. same is the case with draken despite his intimidating looking and tall and muscular stature. no matter your gender, he is a very respectful and non-judgmental dude.

• he isn't the best with animals. he is quite a bit scared of them too. but birds do come up to him. every morning he changes the water for the birds from the bird bath and definitely adds bird grains before going to school because every evening when he comes back home, it's empty. this is one of the things that make him genuinely happy.

• he also likes going on walks alone or with hakkai most of the time. it helps him clear his head when home, school, gang and his dumb friends doing dumb things become too much for him. our guy gets angry or at least irritated a little quickly for his good but as i mentioned before, he can handle himself.

• draken has accompanied him once or twice too but they were discussing some toman related things then. draken doesn't really have much free time but we'll talk about it in the draken headcanons. this is about mitsuya.

• right so when he goes on walks he prefers going to the parks where there are fish ponds. he absolutely loves when the fish come near the walls and surround his hand. a grin creeps up his lips and he might look the cutest person when he is genuinely happy and excited. he gets giddy and his cheeks turn slight pink. he loves feeding the fishes. there is always fish food kept there for visitors like him who like feeding the different kinds of fishes in the pond.

• he is the eldest daughter in an asian family for his mother since luna is still small. (poor luna, hope you don't have to become your mother's therapist when you grow up)

• listen up okay? he watches soap operas with his mother. he gets sooo into it sometimes. he and his mom rant about how stupid the characters are or how they would handle certain situations much better. and when it becomes too sad, he might sniffle his tears back but mom knows everything 🎶

• definitely has a job to support his family too. add it to the list of things takashi mitsuya has to deal with. (here take all my love and support, pretty boy. i hear you, love♡)

#tokyo revengers #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #tokyo revengers x reader

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rainisawriter · 7 months

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Cursed Ravens – Ateez (PSF #25)

Ficography

Genre: Fluff, family, adventure, medieval au, fantasy

Prompt: Create a fairytale retelling. [The Seven Ravens by The Brothers Grimm] (@flufftober)

Word Count: 7,138

Pairing: Female Reader, Ateez (slight Reader x Hongjoong)

World: Ateez

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“I refuse to wear that,” you scowled at the flowery, lace-covered dress that your mother was holding up. “It’s absolutely foul.”

She sent you an exasperated look, putting her hands on her hips. “You’re such a beautiful girl, yet you insist upon looking like a man. How will you ever find a proper suitor to marry, my child?”

You rolled your eyes at the question. “If a man cannot accept me as I am, I do not want him.”

She sighed deeply, falling onto the kitchen chair. “With an attitude like that, I fear you will never marry.”

That was fine with you. While most girls dreamed of finding a handsome, rich man to marry, you dreamed only of living a comfortable, relaxed life. People often said you were without ambition which, in a sense, was true. You had no real desires other than relaxing and enjoying the life you had.

Marriage, adventure, raising a family… it all sounded awfully tiresome.

Your mother meant well, truly, and she just wanted you to have a stable, happy life. As a baby, you had been deathly ill and they had been sure you were going to pass away. Thankfully, you recovered and grew up to be a perfectly healthy, beautiful young woman. However, the fear that you would fall ill again remained.

All she wanted was for you to marry a good man who could look after you, protect you, and pay for treatment should you need it. You were a complicated child, though, going against everything she wished.

Her gaze fell on you and she sighed again when she realized you were glaring at the dress as if it had personally offended you. “Are you really not going to wear it?”

“I would rather die.”

“Don’t say that!” She scowled, slapping her palm against the wood. Just hearing the phrase uttered had her heart racing within her chest, fear gripping it tightly.

“Sorry,” you muttered, sliding down in your chair.

She sighed for a third time, rubbing at her temples. “If you’re not going to wear it, then take it to Mariette. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to wear it and it’s better than letting it collect dust. I worked hard to make it, after all.” She peered at you through her lashes, hoping the last bit would be enough to make you reconsider.

“Okay!” You didn’t hesitate for a second, jumping up from the chair and grabbing the dress. You were more than happy to rid yourself of it, knowing she couldn’t try to guilt trip you into wearing it if it was no longer inside the home.

Mariette lived on the opposite end of the village. She was a beautiful young woman just a year older than you who had dreams of marrying a prince and living within his castle. In order to achieve this, she worked hard on her appearance and mannerisms, acting as she believed a princess would.

When you arrived at her house, she was standing by the wooden gate, looking uncomfortable as the village boys showered her with praise, offered her gifts, and asked her to walk with them to the river. She clearly had no interest, but they were either too dumb to realize this or simply didn’t care.

“Oi, scatter!” you ordered them in the scariest voice you could muster. They jumped in surprise, whirling around to look at you only to scowl when they realized it was you.

“Mind your own business!” scowled Butch, beady eyes narrowed at you.

“You’re in public, dingus. That makes it the business of whoever happens to hear your whiny little voice!”

His face flushed at the insult, eyes darting to the dress in your arms. “You just came here to woo her, didn’t you?! She’d never choose you over us!”

“Actually,” spoke Mariette, her voice clear like windchimes on a cool autumn morning. “I would. She’s quite nice and she respects my boundaries.”

“Unlike you lot,” you added, moving closer to them so you could smack them upside the head. Some of them just took it wince a wince, others managed to dodge and Butch grabbed your wrist.

“I bet you really are cursed. Just look at me.” His eyes scanned the baggy clothes you wore, resembling a male more than a female. “No wonder your brothers disappeared.”

“What in the nine hells are you on about? I don’t have any brothers.”

“Yeah, because they died when you were born!”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, pain settling inside your chest. What was he talking about? You felt confused and you were sure it was just him trying to catch you off guard and yet… there was a tiny voice at the back of your mind telling you it was true.

Mariette bit her lip when she saw the look on your face. Everyone in the village had heard the rumors of you and your seven brothers. In most houses, it was the morning gossip or a bedtime story told to young kids to get them to behave. They called you the cursed child, though the details of the story changed with each retelling.

No one had been there that night, after all, so they could only fill in the gaps with their own imaginations. You had never heard these rumors before for two main reasons – the adults made sure not to speak of it when you were around lest they be cursed, as well, and they had warned their kids to do the same.

More importantly, you never paid any mind to the people in your village or the petty gossip they shared just to get through the day. It never concerned you so you simply never listened.

Before you could further question him, Mariette rushed over to you, pulling up the hem of her dress so she didn’t trip. “What a beautiful dress!” she exclaimed, forcing herself between you and Butch. “Is this another one of your mother’s creations?”

“Ah… yeah…” you replied, feeling distracted as you looked between the two of them.

Butch scoffed in annoyance before turning and walking away, the other boys following him. You made a move to call out to him but Mariette stopped you.

“What are you doing here?” she questioned, offering you a sweet smile as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Does your mother need more silk? I believe we have some left.

“Ah, no…” you sent Butch one last look, a frown still on your face. When he disappeared around the corner, you shook your head and returned your attention to her, holding up the dress. “Mother asked me to give this to you.”

Her eyes lit up as she took it from your hands, holding it up to get a better look at it. “It’s absolutely stunning. Please let her know that I adore it.” She didn’t have to ask if you were sure about giving it away, knowing how you despised such things.

“Yeah, I will. Enjoy it.” You offered her a wave and a half-hearted smile before turning and walking away.

She watched you, biting her lip because she knew what you were thinking. It was clear as day upon your face – you were going to hunt down Butch and demand answers. She wondered if she should have stopped you.

You ran down the dirt street, eyes darting back and forth as you looked for the male, heart racing within your chest. You couldn’t explain it, but you had a strange feeling of dread that had settled itself in your gut, feeling heavy and ominous. You didn’t like it, but you knew it had something to do with what Butch had said.

When you couldn’t find him, you headed straight for his house. As you raised your fist to knock, you heard his mother yelling from the back garden so you carefully approached, pressing your back against the stone wall.

“Honestly, Butch! Did I raise you that poorly?” she scowled, smacking her son on the shoulder.

“No, mama…” he muttered, lowering his head.

“Why would you say such a thing to that girl, hm?”

“I didn’t -”

“Don’t you lie to me, boy!” she smacked his shoulder again, making him wince. “Billy told me everything.” She motioned toward the young boy sitting on a fallen log, a grin on his lips as he enjoyed seeing his older brother being scolded.

Butch groaned, scowling at his mother. “What’s the big deal? Everyone talks about it, even you and pa!”

“Talking about it is one thing, but saying it to the poor girl’s face?” She shook her head, a frown on her lips. “I don’t want to think about what that poor girl would feel if she knew she was the reason her older brothers died.”

Your eyes widened, heart skipping a painful beat. What the hell was she talking about? You didn’t have any brothers… right?

You shoved away from the wall, running home so quickly that people wondered if the devil himself was on your heels. Your mother jumped in surprise when you slammed the door open, dropping the bowl of mushrooms she was carrying toward the fireplace.

She started to scold you for this but stopped dead when she saw the look on her face. She knew immediately what was on your mind. She had been dreading this moment for many years, having heard the rumors many times over. It didn’t matter how many times she or her husband threatened their neighbors to stop speaking such nonsense, they continued to do so.

“Darling!” she called to her husband, voice trembling. “Come here, please!”

Your father appeared from the bedroom, looking at her confused. “What’s wrong?” When his gaze fell on you, he instantly paled. “Sweetheart, what -“

“I want the truth!” You demanded, eyes narrowed at your parents.

The two exchanged a look, having a silent discussion on whether or not they should play dumb. They had been keeping this secret for nearly eighteen years and they were tired – tired of lying and tired of living with the guilt.

“Have a seat,” said your father softly as he sat at the head of the table. Your mother sat to his right, hands in her lap and a frown on her lips.

You sent them a suspicious look before slowly doing as he asked, settling down at the opposite end of the table and folding your arms over your chest. “Is it true? Do I really have brothers? Am I cursed? Did I kill them?”

“Of course not!” cried your mother, her eyes tearing up as emotion flooded her. “You are not cursed, my child, and you are not responsible for what happened to your brothers.”

“So I do have brothers,” you breathed out in disbelief, leaning forward. Your hands trembled against the table. “How many? What were their ages? What happened to them?”

The two exchanged a look before your father stood up, approaching the fireplace. He leaned up onto the tips of his toes, pulling a large, leather-bound book from atop a shelf before returning to the table. He brushed his hand across the cover, eyes turning glassy.

“Before you were born, we had portraits painted of them. Here,” he breathed out, sliding the book toward you.

Your hand shook as you slid it closer to you, slowly opening the cover. On the front page was a portrait of a young boy, grinning proudly. Your eyes fell to the text beneath the painting. “Seonghwa, first-born, age eight.”

“He was my little boy,” cried your mother, bringing a white cloth to her eyes. “He always helped me look after his siblings or helped me with chores.”

You turned the page, seeing two boys in this painting. They were sitting on stools beside one another, the boy on the left much taller than the other. “Yunho and Yeosang, second and third born, age nine.”

Your dad grunted bitterly. “Though they were twins, they couldn’t have been any different. Yunho was a wild child, always full of energy and constantly getting into trouble. Yeosang, on the other hand, was more level-headed. He spent most of his time trying to keep his twin from getting into trouble.”

Another page, another portrait. He was sitting on a stool, his small body seeming to curl in on itself as he peered around the giant teddy bear he was hugging. “San, fourth born, age 8.”

“What a shy boy, he was!” cried your mother, a sad smile on her lips. “He clung to me as if I were the only thing keeping him alive. He was such a sweet boy, too. Whenever someone was upset, he would offer them his teddy bear and let them know that everything would be alright.”

The next page featured two boys. The shorter of the two was standing, his arms around the neck of his taller brother, cheeks squished together. The taller boy was sitting on a stool, trying to push away his brother. “Mingi and Wooyoung, fifth and sixth born, age 7.”

“Those two were absolute chaos,” your father shook his head disapprovingly. “Wooyoung seemed quite hell-bent on tricking and pranking everyone he met. The amount of people I had to beg forgiveness from because of him…”

Your mother chuckled, patting his arm. “But he was a brilliant child, much smarter than the others his age. And our beautiful Mingi, oh the other children adored him!”

“Especially the girls,” replied your father proudly. “Though he only seemed interested in drawing or reading.”

You turned to the next page, finding a portrait of a tiny boy who stood in front of the fireplace, a blank expression on his face. “Jongho, seventh born, age 5.”

“That boy,” sighed your mother, bringing a hand to her face. “He had no fear and would do whatever the other kids dared him to, no matter how dangerous it was! Despite being the youngest, he was also the strongest, defending his older brothers whenever they found themselves in trouble.”

Your father laughed loudly, a sound that boomed throughout the home. “He’s the only five-year-old in the world who faced down a fully grown grizzly bear and scared it away!”

“I wanted to ground him for the rest of his life!” huffed your mother before her expression fell, her voice soft. “He was the most excited to meet you, you know. He was excited to finally be an older brother and I know he would have been an amazing one.”

The rest of the book contained portraits of you at varying stages of your life. Unable to hold back any longer, the tears flowed freely from your eyes, shoulders trembling. To think that you had seven brothers and never even knew… and to see the album filled with portraits of you, but so little of them.

It hurt.

“Oh, sweety,” your mother shot up, rushing over so she could throw her arms around you.

You clutched onto her dress, trying to control your sobs. “What ha-happened to t-them?”

The two exchanged a sad look.

“We’re not sure…”

“What?”

Your father stood, moving to lean against the fireplace, watching the fire as it danced beneath the cauldron. “The truth is… we’ve always dreamed of having a daughter ever since we were children ourselves. Yet, no matter how hard we tried, we kept having boys.”

“Don’t get us wrong,” added your mother softly, rubbing your head. “We adored our boys and we would do anything for them, we just wanted a girl, as well.”

“After seven boys, we finally had you…” He looked at you with so much love yet so much pain that you had to look away. “We finally had our daughter, but… but you were sick. You were so small, so frail, we were sure we were going to lose you. We sent Seonghwa to the river in order to collect fresh water for you and, of course, the others wanted to help so they followed him.”

“What happened?” you questioned softly.

“An hour passed yet they did not return,” he explained, eyes narrowed at the flames. “I knew they had gotten distracted, they always did when they were together, so I cursed at them for not taking it seriously, wishing they would be turned to ravens for their misbehavior. I begged whatever deity I could think of to heal you and…”

Your mother’s hold on you tightened and she nearly spat the words. “We had a young woman living with us at the time, helping us to care for the boys. She said she could heal you, for a price, and we agreed. We never would have if we had known that… that…” her anger dissipated into sobs.

Realization hit you hard, eyes wide. “The price was my brothers… are… are they dead?”

“No!” replied your mother quickly. “I can feel it in my heart. My boys still live!”

“When we agreed to her deal,” your father continued. “You were healed and I heard the sound of flapping wings in the yard. When I ran to the window, I spied seven ravens flying away toward the mountains and a bucket of water spilled on the path…”

“They were cursed by that witch,” she cried angrily.

“What became of her? Where is she?” you sat up, looking frantically between your parents. “Surely we can convince her to break the curse!”

“She’s dead,” said your father, his eyes darkening. “When she refused to bring back my boys, I flew into a rage and I beheaded her.”

Hopelessness filled you with this information, but it was quickly replaced by determination. You shot up, eyes burning. “I will find them and I will find a way to break their curse.”

“Sweety, you can’t-“

“I can and I will,” you told her, giving her a reassuring look. “Someone has to!”

The two exchanged a weary look, having a silent conversation with each other. He nodded, making her sigh deeply.

“Fine, but at least wait until morning. It will be hard to reach the mountain at night,” she all but begged you, hand on your shoulder.

You reluctantly nodded. “Okay.”

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“I packed you some bread, it should be enough for the journey so long as you spread it out. There’s a waterskin, as well, and a blanket in case you get cold.” Your mother held out a leather bag, biting her lip with worry.

You took it from her with a smile, placing the strap over your head and across your shoulders. “I will be fine, mother. I promise to return with my brothers.”

She nodded, tears gathering in her eyes as she threw her arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. “Oh, my brave little girl!”

You hugged her back, hoping she wouldn’t catch on to how terrified you actually felt. You had never left home before and now you were going off on your own to face god knows what in order to save brothers you had never even met before. Could you even do this? You had no idea, but you felt as if you had to at least try.

When she finally pulled away from you, your father took her place in front of you. “Here, I want you to take these.” In one hand was a large dagger and in the other was his family’s ring. “Listen, my child. This journey will not be easy and you may be forced to do something you rather would not. You must return to us, do you understand?”

Your fingers curled around the handle of the dagger, surprised by the heaviness of the steel. Though you didn’t feel confident in the promise, you agreed nonetheless, not wanting to worry them more than they already were. “I will.”

He slipped a black rope through the ring before securing it around your neck and pressing a kiss to your forehead, his beard tickling your skin. “Go well, my child, and do not let fear win over you.”

“Thank you, father, mother. I love you.” You smiled at them before turning and leaving the house.

The sun was just beginning to peak its head over the treetops, the sky alight with orange and red, matching the leaves that covered the ground. The chill in the air was beginning to fade as the sun warmed the earth and by the time noon arrived, you were drenched in sweat.

It felt as if the sun was beating down only on you, its harsh rays trying to cook you alive. With most of the trees bare, they offered little shade to shield you.

You fell onto a tree stump with a groan, wiping the sweat from your forehead before downing half the waterskin. You felt sluggish, energy running low from the sheer heat that you had been battling all morning. Had it always been this hot? Did it just seem worse because you’ve been trekking through the woods? You didn’t know.

You leaned your head back to look at the bright blue sky, eyes spying a bright red bird sitting on a branch high in the sky. Its head and wings were a faded yellow, black eyes staring directly at you.

You shifted, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. It felt as if this bird was staring directly into your soul, as if it could read your thoughts and see what was in your heart.

Shaking your head, you forced yourself up and continued your journey through the woods. You had to keep stopping every twenty minutes or so to recharge and you even tried to use a giant elephant ear plant to shield yourself from it, though it did little.

By the time the sun rose, you were exhausted, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep. You kept going, though, using the bright moonlight to guide your way.

Much like the sun, the moon seemed to have it out for you, as well. Its streams of light felt like ice against your skin and you couldn’t control your shivering no matter how tightly you held yourself. You pulled the blanket from your bag, bringing it tightly around your shoulders before continuing on.

The blanket offered you neither comfort nor warmth.

The night was eerily silent, save for the crunch of twigs beneath your feet and the chattering of your teeth. You bore it as long as you could, deciding to stop for the night only when your eyes grew heavy. You found a hole at the base of a thick tree, curling up within it, blanket wrapped tightly around you. With the cold, it took a while before you were able to fall asleep.

Just two hours later, you were ripped violently from sleep, though you weren’t sure what had done it. You laid there unmoving, straining your ears for any noise, yet the forest remained silent. So silent, in fact, that it made your ears ring.

Where were the crickets? The night birds? The frogs? It felt wrong.

“I smell the flesh of man,” cackled a female voice, echoing through the trees.

A chill went down your spine and you sucked in a breath, body tense.

“I smell your fear, child of man,” the voice cackled again, the sound of snapping twigs echoing loudly. “Come out, come out wherever you are~“

Your heart raced within your chest so loudly that you feared she would hear it. You slowly pulled the dagger from your bag, gripping the handle tightly. You tried to slide farther back inside the hole, but you were already up against the wood and could go no further.

Should you run? Should you hide? Fear gripped your heart, hands trembling lightly. You tried to focus on the words your father had spoken to you, but it was hard when the fear was so tightly wrapped around you.

“I found you~” A horrid face appeared in front of the hole, making you scream. Her face was long, full of wrinkles and warts. She was grinning widely, showing off sharp, inhuman teeth, many of which were broken or missing. Thin strands of white hair fell from her nearly bald scalp, framing her face.

When she reached out to you, her fingers long and boney, you acted on instinct, swinging the dagger at her. The blade sliced across her fingers, making her jump back with a loud screech. You took this chance to run, leaving behind the bag and the blanket.

The moon was hidden by thick, grey clouds which made it hard to navigate. Various stars dotted the velvet sky, but they weren’t bright enough to light the way. A cry left your lips when your foot caught on a thick root sticking out of the ground, sending you face-first to the ground. You winced in pain, feeling a stick jabbing into your chin.

“You should be more careful dearie~“

Your gaze snapped behind you, seeing the woman slowly approaching. She was incredibly tall but looked sickly thin almost as if her skin didn’t even exist. Feathers clung to her body in odd places, resembling a bird during its molt.

You swallowed hard, scrambling to get up but she pressed her foot against your back, shoving you back against the ground. The thick claws on her foot dung into your skin through your shirt and you clinched your teeth.

Something caught your eye and, when you looked up, you caught sight of a small red blur shooting toward you like a rocket. You squeaked, ducking your head just before it reached you. It was the bird from before, its wings tucked against its body as it raced toward the woman.

She screeched in pain when the bird hit her square in the chest, the force so great that she ended up stumbling backward. The bird turned its head toward you and you heard a male voice within your head.

‘Run!‘ ordered the voice and you didn’t stop to question it, doing as it ordered.

“No!” screeched the woman, trying to grab you as you jumped up but the bird attacked again, keeping her occupied so you could escape.

You ran and ran until you couldn’t run anymore, legs giving out beneath you. You managed to grab a hold of a nearby tree, sliding down it as you tried to catch your breath, a stitch in your side.

There was a flap of wings before the red and yellow bird appeared, lowering its body to the fallen log in front of you. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other and then the bird spoke, his voice seeming to be within your head.

‘This forest is not safe. No child of man should be here, especially not one so young.’

You shifted, folding your legs beneath you as you peered at him curiously. “You can speak. How can a bird speak? Have I lost my mind?”

He chuckled, ruffling his feathers. ‘You are sane, fear not. I am no bird, I am simply taking the form of one.’

Your eyes widened in surprise and you scrambled toward him, making him jump in surprise. “Please help me!”

‘The hag has been taken care of, you do not need to worry -‘

“Not that!” You shook your head. “I’m looking for my brothers. They were turned into ravens, you must know them!”

‘Your brothers, turned to ravens?’ he inquired curiously and you nodded. ‘Yes, I do know where they are. The seven ravens reside within Glass Mountain.’

A smile came to your lips, shoulders relaxing. “I’m going the right way, then. I’m so glad.”

He observed you for a moment before flapping his wings and taking off into the sky.

“Ah, wait! Come back!” you cried, jumping to your feet but he was already gone. With a frown, you sat back down against the tree, hugging yourself tightly. There were still a few hours before the sun rose and you felt exhausted, so you decided to try and get some rest.

You brought your knees to your chest, folding your arms over them to act as a pillow. Exhaling slowly, your eyes slid closed, sleep wrapping around you and pulling you into the darkness.

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‘Wake up child of man.’

Your eyes fluttered open, taking a moment to remember where you were. As you unfurled yourself, you winced at the stiffness in your muscles. Your body was sore, a mixture of the poor sleeping position and the attack from the hag.

‘Good morning.’

Your gaze snapped to the bird and you found yourself smiling. “Good morning… ah…”

‘Is something the matter?’

“I never asked your name,” you frowned. “I’m sorry for being so rude. And after you saved me, too!”

He chuckled. ‘My name is Hongjoong.’

“Hongjoong,” you repeated with a smile, holding your hand out to him. “Nice to meet you! And thank you for saving me last night.”

He looked at your hand curiously for a moment before lifting his wing and placing it against your hand.

You gripped it gently, giving it a shake. “Nice to officially meet you.”

‘You, as well. I brought you something.’ He shifted to the side, pushing a key toward you with his leg. ‘If you wish to enter Glass Mountain, you’ll need this key.’

“Thank you!” You smiled brightly, making his heart pick up speed.

Hongjoong had lived for many decades yet he had never seen someone quite as beautiful as you. He loved your smile and wanted to ensure that you never lost it. ‘You still have a lot of ground to cover, child of man.’

“You’re right.” You pulled yourself to your feet, slapping both of your cheeks to wake yourself up. With a renewed vigor, you turned to face the mountain, looming menacingly in the distance. “Wait just a bit longer, my brothers. I’ll be there soon.”

Hongjoong flew into the air, landing on your shoulder as you started forward. He had always told himself that he would not interfere with the affairs of men, yet he had the strong urge to protect you and look after you. Perhaps he would come to regret this, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn away from you.

‘I shall accompany you for the rest of your journey.’

You smiled, reaching up to pat him gently on the head. “Thank you, Hongjoong!”

Warmth filled his body. ‘Of course.’

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It took another day and a half to reach the mountain.

You were exhausted, sore and starving. You really regretted leaving behind your bag, wishing you had your mother’s bread or, at the very least, some fresh water. Despite the pain in your body, you chose to focus on what was in front of you. Your brothers should be on the other side of these large metal doors.

Taking a deep breath, you lifted the key to the lock only to pause, your hand trembling lightly. You suddenly felt wracked with nervousness. What if they hated you, blamed you for their curse? The thought made you want to cry.

Hongjoong lightly bumped his head against your cheek, hoping to give you some comfort. You smiled at him, feeling a bit more at ease as you slid the key into the lock and twisted it.

The towering doors creaked as you pushed them open, slipping inside. Rather than a cave like you had been expecting, it looked like the inside of a house, though it was made of stone from the mountain. It was cold inside, making you suppress a shiver, folding your arms over your chest for warmth.

“Excuse me, miss. Can I help you?”

You blinked, glancing around for the sound of the voice.

“Down here, miss.”

You lowered your gaze, seeing a tiny creature with pointed ears and big eyes. His hair was a mess of white-blonde hair, freckles resting across his nose. “Oh my god, you’re adorable!”

The creature’s pale skin darkened at the compliment and he bowed. “Thank you, miss. May I inquire as to what you seek here?”

“I’m looking for my brothers, the seven ravens.”

His already large brown eyes grew incredibly wider. “The masters’ younger sister? Oh my, Chan won’t believe this!”

You glanced around what looked to be an entryway. “Where are they?”

“Oh, I’m afraid the masters are out at the moment.”

“Oh…” you frowned, making the small creature panic.

“Ah, please don’t be sad, miss! The masters should return soon! You’re welcome to wait in the dining room.”

“Thank you very much,” you bowed to him before heading toward the large archway to the left where the dining room sat. There was a small wooden table in the middle of the room, places set for seven.

The smell of food flowed from the kitchen, rubbing against your nose and making your stomach whine and ache. It felt as if you hadn’t eaten in ages! You frowned, resting your arm over your stomach in a poor attempt to soothe it.

‘Are you okay?’ worried Hongjoong, tilting his head at you.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” You gave him a reassuring smile as you settled down on a chair sitting in the corner. “Soon, I will be reunited with my brothers. I just hope…” you stopped yourself short, swallowing nervously.

‘Hope what?’

Your lips parted, but you couldn’t bear to speak the words allowed; I hope they don’t hate me.

A group of tiny elves exited the kitchen, each one carrying a plate full of food that made your mouth water. They placed the dishes on the table before filling the silver goblets with sparkling water.

You tried not to look at the food, but it was as if your gaze was glued there. When the elves left the room, you swallowed hard, slowly standing up and approaching the table. You bit your lip as you stared at the grilled fish on the plates. Surely they wouldn’t mind if you just took one bite, right?

You slowly reached forward, picking a small piece of fish from the first plate. It tasted heavenly, melting in your mouth, but it wasn’t enough so you moved on to the second plate, stealing another small piece. This continued until you had sampled a piece from each plate.

Now feeling thirsty, you reached for the goblet in front of the final plate. You had intended only to take a sip, but the thirst you possessed was too great and you ended up downing all but a single sip.

There was a sudden, loud chorus of wings flapping and, in your panic, the goblet caught on the ring. It fell from around your neck, the metal clinking as it fell into the goblet. You weren’t sure why you felt the need to hide, but you found yourself running back to the corner, hiding behind the wooden divider.

A second later, seven ravens came flying in through circular windows at the top of the wall, circling the room a few times before landing on the table, ruffling their wings.

“I’m so hungry, I could eat an entire river full of fish!” cawed Yunho, hopping over to his plate. He didn’t notice the missing piece and began pecking at it without a care in the world.

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes as he inspected the plate. “Someone has eaten from my plate.”

Curious, the others inspected their own plates before cawing in agreement. Seonghwa leaned down, sniffing the food. “It was a child of man.”

“My goblet is empty,” noticed Jongho, grabbing the side of the cup with his beak. The goblet tipped over and the ring spilled out onto the table. “What is this?”

The ravens gathered around the object, the older boys immediately realizing that it was their father’s ring. How had it gotten there?

Hongjoong glanced at you, realizing that you were frozen in place, clearly overcome with anxiety. He ruffled his feathers loudly, making a sound somewhere between a caw and a squeak.

“Who’s there?” ordered Jongho, hopping forward so that he was between his brothers and the divider you hid behind. “Show yourself!”

Hongjoong pecked your cheek gently. ‘Go on, child of man. It is time to meet your brothers.’

“I’m scared,” you whispered back, hands clenching around your pants.

‘Fear not, I am with you.’

His words comforted you greatly, giving you the confidence you needed. Taking a deep breath, you slowly stepped out from around the divider, gaze sliding across the seven ravens sitting on the table.

“Who are you?” demanded Jongho, ruffling his feathers in an attempt to be intimidating. “How did you get in here?”

“I, uh… well…” you shifted your weight from foot to foot, trying to find the proper words but you were overwhelmed with emotion. These were your brothers. Your older brothers that you had never met before, your older brothers who didn’t even recognize you.

Tears gathered in your eyes and, despite trying to hold them back, they slid down your cheeks. Before you could stop yourself, you rushed forward and threw your arms around Jongho’s small body, sobbing into his soft, black feathers.

“W-What are you doing?!” he cried in alarm. “Release me at once!”

“Good job, Jongho,” scoffed Wooyoung, wing against his hip. “You made her cry.”

Hongjoong landed atop the table beside you with a chuckle. “I gave her the key.”

“Hyung!” cried Mingi happily, hopping over to the colorful bird and bumping his head against Hongjoong’s. “We were wondering where you went.”

“Sorry, I had business to attend to.”

“Will someone please get this child of man off of me!”

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled, pulling away from him and rubbing at your tears.

San frowned, hopping over to you cautiously. “Please don’t cry, it’s okay…”

Seonghwa picked up the ring, carrying it over to you before dropping it onto the table. “Tell me, how did you come by this ring?”

“It’s our father’s…”

“Our?!” chorused Mingi and Wooyoung, all of the ravens staring at you in surprise.

Seonghwa stared at you for a moment before gasping, your name coming out in an exhale of air. “Is it really you?”

You nodded, looking at him sadly.

He didn’t hesitate to throw himself at you, wings spread in an attempt to hug you. “Oh, my beautiful baby sister! How long it’s been!”

You hugged him back, careful not to hurt him as you fought against a fresh wave of tears.

“Baby sister?” Jongho tapped his foot against the wood in confusion, the memory slowly resurfacing as he, too, spoke your name. Without a moment of hesitation, he threw himself at you, settling on your shoulder and nuzzling against your neck.

Yeosang and Yunho exchanged a look before gleefully calling out your name and tackling you. One by one, each raven made their way over to you, hugging you as best they could.

You had always felt loved by your parents, but that was nothing compared to the warmth and love that you felt from your brothers. Despite having only just met each other, the love you shared for each other was pure and untainted.

Hongjoong felt his body growing warm, white light encasing him and the ravens. In a sudden flash, all eight of them returned to normal in a flash of light and smoke.

The curse had been broken.

The combined weight of the boys was too much for you and you cried out in surprise, falling onto the ground with a huff. They fell on top of you, knocking the wind from your lungs.

“We’re human again!” grinned Yunho, holding out his hand to inspect it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt his fingers.

Wooyoung threw his arms around San, laughing gleefully at the fact that he could finally hug his brothers again.

“I’m so sorry,” you cried, looking between them. “You were cursed because of me, I…”

Seonghwa smiled softly, resting his hand atop your head. “No, little sister, you broke the curse. Thank you for coming for us.”

Jongho nodded in agreement, turning toward Hongjoong. “Thank you for watching over her, hyung.”

You followed his gaze, eyes widening at the beautiful man sitting atop the table. His eyes met yours and he smiled softly, bringing warmth to your face.

He was breathtakingly beautiful, with rich brown eyes and hair the color of crimson. His ears were pointed, various earrings dangling from them, and his skin was without flaw.

You swallowed nervously, managing to pull yourself from beneath the pile of boys. You struggled to maintain eye contact, heart racing within your chest. “Thank you,” you breathed out.

“For what?” he wondered, tilting his head to the side.

“For saving me. For guiding me here and giving me the key. And… for watching over my brothers. Thank you, Hongjoong!” You bowed to him, making his eyes widen and butterflies erupt within his stomach.

Why did you have to be so cute?

He slid off the table, resting his hands on your shoulders so you’d stand up straight. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m happy I was able to help you, child of man.”

“Are you… also not a child of man?”

“Afraid not,” he replied softly, the tips of his fingers brushing against your cheek. The warmth he felt there made him happy, knowing he was the cause. “Even elves are not immune to the curse of a witch.”

“An elf,” you breathed out in surprise. “That explains why you are so beautiful.”

The compliment caught him off guard, cheeks dusting with pink. “You… find me to be beautiful?”

“Unbelievably so,” you admitted. “And so very kind.”

“You are, as well.” His tone was genuine, hand resting against the side of your neck. “You are brave and strong, unlike any child of man I have ever met before. I knew from the moment I saw you wandering through the woods -“

“Oi, just kiss her already!” called out Wooyoung with a grin, earning a slap from Jongho. “Oi, what was that for?!”

“You ruined the moment,” he huffed, arms folded over his chest.

Seonghwa chuckled at his younger brothers, eyes sparkling as he looked fondly at you. “Shall we return home, little sister?”

“Yes, please!” you replied tiredly. “I cannot wait to sleep in my own bed again and to eat mother’s potato soup.”

Mingi whined at this. “Mother’s soup… it’s been an age since we tasted it! Hyung, let’s hurry home!” His fingers gripped the sleeve of the eldest’s shirt.

He nodded. “Let’s go home!”

The boys cheered happily, heading for the large stone doors. Your hand slid into Hongjoong’s, unable to meet his gaze when he sent you a confused look.

“Let’s go home,” you told him softly.

His fingers threaded through your own before he brought your hand to his lips, unable to hold back his smile. “Yes… let’s.”

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