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kennedyalike · 9 months

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hi pookie!!! i love ur writing <3 i would literally die if you wrote dom! leon x fem!reader smut with degrading and bondage and breeding 🤭

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dom!toxic!boyfriend!leon x fem!reader

tags: possesive behaviour, smut, sex, p in v sex, fingering, bsdm bondage, ropes, breeding kink, toxic bf leon, mentions of breaking up, oral sex (both f and m receiving) degrading, toxic behaviour

word count: 1.7k

hi anon! i would LOVE to.. leon w breeding kink is the best<3 enjoy

You’ve finally mustered up enough confidence to leave him. Yes. You were going to do it finally. Leave your boyfriend of 2 years. There were many reasons to be honest but the main reason is that you feel trapped. He’s just so overprotective, controlling, possessive and….toxic.

Always trying to control your life and then he only defends it with ”But I know what’s best for you baby.” He’s manipulative and tries convincing you he just loves you so much. In all honesty, you love him way too much and deep inside you, you know you belong to him and you want to stay forever. But this is a desperate facade of an attempt to save yourself.

”Leon…Can we talk?” You shyly request while he undresses his jacket. He just came home from work. ”About?” He mumbles quietly while walking towards you. You look away for a second to brace yourself for what’s to come. ”Uhh…Well I wanted to talk a little about what I’ve been feeling like for a while.” You explain.

He stops right before you and his hands curl around your waist, pulling you a little closer to his muscular torso. Even though you’re breaking up with him, you can’t lie, he’s hot as fuck. Compression shirt on and the muscles looking so delicious under it. Veins on his arms and a muscly chest right in front of you. He stands taller and his soft ash blonde locks fluffle as he looks down at you. ”Talk.”

You hesitate for a second again before speaking up. ”I’ve kinda felt t-trapped and like…I don’t think this is working for me anymore.” You explain slowly while looking away. You wait a second for him to say something but he only looks at you straight in the eyes without his expression even quivering. ”Continue.” He demands and you start rambling again.

”W-well what I mean is..we need to break up. I-I can’t handle you controlling my life like this.” You finally finish. A slight smirk grows on his face as he leans towards you and whispers into your ear. ”We are not breaking up, sweetheart.” He says while his other hand leaves your waist to grab at your neck. The other still gripping your waist so tightly it almost hurts. ”Leon.. I’m serious…” You say while he slightly starts squeezing your neck, you paw at his hand and squeeze your thighs together.

”What? You thought I’d just take that from you? Sweet baby, you’re such a dumb slut. I know you want me so stop fighting it and be a good girl.” He’s not asking. A small whimper escapes your mouth and your lips part slightly. ”Leon…’need you.” You hear him chuckle under his breath before he withdraws his hand from your neck and grabs at your hips, turning your body around and pinning you face down to the wall.

”You really thought that would work, you’re such a little cutie, saying that while in this nightgown, you planned this didn’t you?” He groans into your ear as his hand squeezes at your ass and tits roughly, making you moan his name. ”Here’s what's gonna happen, baby. You’re gonna get on your knees and suck me off, if you do good enough I won’t tie you up.” He pushed your head down as you nodded and dropped to your knees.

The light coming from the kitchen made him look so sexy that you even wanted him to tie you up. You look up at him with puppy dog eyes as you unbuckle his belt and start pulling his pants down. He looks at you without a word. You wrap your hand around his hard cock and gently pump it up and down. His tip is pink and leaking and you feel your mouth watering as you bring your face closer to it. Your tongue lolls out and you start giving him little kitten licks. ”You’re begging for it, huh?” He growls and you start messily kissing all over his tip, slowly pumping his shaft while looking up at him.

Your mouth wraps around his tip fully and you suck a little, teasing him even further as he starts pushing your head down more. ”Faster..” He sighs as he grabs at your hair. You start going deeper, taking more of him in when his thrusts start getting sloppy. You almost gag when you push him deeper and deeper. ”Good girl…gonna cum.” He swears under his breath and suddenly you pull away from him, ripping his orgasm from him.

He hisses and looks at you, down on your knees with a smirk on your face. He roughly grabs at your hair and yanks you forward, his cock hitting your face messily. ”You wanna be a brat?” You just moan as he lifts you up, pushing you towards the bedroom. ”Leon…Don’t have to get so mad…” You giggle.

He pins you to the bed and starts rummaging through the closet, getting ropes. You know what’s coming and you can’t help but to press your thighs together when you feel that erotic feeling between your legs. ”You gon’ tie me up, Leon?”

”Yes. You’re gonna be begging for me to stop.” He says as he lifts your arms up and ties your wrists together tightly, then ties them up to the bed frame. He looks at your body while moving down to tie your ankles the same way. You squirm a little and pout at him. ”Too tight, Lee…” You tease him.

”You can take it.” He cooed as he hovered above you, taking in your appearance. Silky nightgown with no panties under and hardened nipples peeking through the fabric. ”So gorgeous, all for me to use.”

You whine and nod as his cold fingers sneak under the hem of your dress, landing on your clit. You buck your hips up for a little sensation and he holds them down. Starting to rub circles on your clit with his cold thumb. ”Ah- Leon..” You moan as he pushes two fingers inside your wet hole. He pumps them up and down with a steady pace, pleasuring you as his thumb still rubs your clit. He studied your expression and nibbled small kisses to your neck.

”Leon! Fuck.” You whimpered as you tugged the ropes and squirmed around, the pleasure fogging your mind and your body feels so at mercy under him, tied up like this. Fuck, every little touch he gives you makes you squirm and moan.

He pulls back to leave you wanting for more, slowly he unzips your dress and reveals your naked body to him.

You squirm a little when he’s dressed and you’re naked and tied. ”Leon-hhh… please.” You whine again when you tug at the ropes. ”No baby. You have to be a good girl, got it?” He asks while lifting his shirt off of his body and hovering over you again. ”You can do that for me, can’t you, bunny? Don’t be a brat.” He says as he pecks you on your lips before they latch on to your neck again. Slowly your eyes close as his kisses reach all the most sensitive spots, wet sloppy kisses behind your ear, on your neck, collarbones, tits, the soft skin of your stomach too as you writhed under him. ”Please..touch me.” You begged. His lips kissed your hips and inner thighs, slowly moving more and more towards your pussy. ”Leon…”

”I’m gonna make you feel so good, you never have those stupid thoughts again.” He mumbles as his mouth latches on your pussy, tongue lapping at your delicious slick as he squeezed your thighs and ass. He sucked on your clit and chuckled when he heard your desperate moans. ”Ah! Oh my god! Feels so good…Leon!”

He pulls back from your heat and lifts himself up, kissing you roughly. You almost taste yourself in his kiss but that didn’t matter. His hands start untying you and you think he’s finally had enough of this punishment and is going to gently fuck you. No. He retracts from the kiss and unties your hands. ”Leon…Want your cock.” You yelp as he suddenly turns your body around, grabs your wrists and ties you down again. Now you’re on your stomach. He grabs a pillow and pushes it under your stomach and hips so that your ass is lifting up.

”Leon…hhh” You wince when his palm hits your ass, he spanked you. Your body jolts forward and your breath hitches. ”Just a hole for me, good for nothing else, you slut.” He grabs at your neck from the back and slightly chokes you while his other hand gropes your ass.

”Yes…just….your little fuck toy.” You whimper as your tongue lolls out. You feel his hard cock prod at your entrance from the back when his hands move to grip at your waist. You arch your back for him as you feel him pushing in.

”Such a tight little pussy…fucking whore. My whore.” He groans and he fully bottoms out. He starts fucking into you at full speed and your tits bounce, face in the pillow as you moan, almost screaming. ”Ah fuck! Leon! Too much…” He continues his speed and his other hand grabs your hair, pulling your head backwards while he bullies his cock inside you. ”Take it all. I’m gonna fuck you stupid so you don’t say stupid shit like that.” He says unamusedly while continuing.

”Gonna cum into you so hard.”

”I’m sorry! M’ sorry, Leon! I won’t say it again, ever. I love you…” You mewl when he starts rubbing your clit while still continuing at a fast pace. Your moans, muffled by the pillows, almost sound like crying at this point. Leon’s rhythm seems to not have stopped when his hips still rut into you, hearing sweet moans and low grunts from your boyfriend. ”Gonna breed this fucking pussy. Gonna cum so deep in you, you’ll be pregnant.”

”Ah fuck! Yes, Leon!” You moan as he starts thrusting deeper. ”That way you’ll never leave me, all filled with my cum and babies.”

”Yes! I wan’ it, Lee…”

”I love you, baby.”

Your knees feel like giving out as your arms shake and the uncontrollable wave of your orgasm washes over you. Your pussy walls clench around his dick as he holds your hips down, pushing himself so deep in you as he released a spur of hot cum in you, filling you so deep. ”Such a good girl…”

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wzrd-wheezes · 2 months

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Not Half Bad - Marauders x Reader

AN - I'm a few minutes early but happy valentine's day, my loves. I wanted to post something that wasn't crazy romantic because I know today can be pretty lonely. So, enjoy some platonic marauders x reader fluff. This is my first time writing anything like this so please let me know what you think. 1.7k words.

Y/N startled awake, her head throbbing and her eyes swollen from tears. She groaned softly, feeling the weight of exhaustion as she rubbed her face, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. Then, the unmistakable sound echoed through her apartment again.

Bang, bang, bang.

With a resigned sigh, Y/N muttered curses under her breath before she shuffled towards the front door. The harsh hallway light made her squint as she opened the door, taking a moment to register the trio standing before her.

“Come on, you. Out of the way, we’ve got some serious work to do!” James declared, gently nudging Y/N aside to enter her apartment, with Remus and Sirius following close behind.

“What the hell are you doing? It’s practically the crack of dawn!” She exclaimed; her voice still thick with sleep.

“Oh, yeah? And you’d know what time of day it was, would you?” Sirius teased, theatrically throwing open her curtains, allowing light to flood into the room for the first time in days.

“We’re on damage control. Y’know, since we haven’t heard from you in almost a week.” Remus explained, heading straight into the kitchen and flicking the kettle on.

Y/N sighed heavily, feeling a pang of guilt for having shut off herself off from her friends after her recent break up. The end of her relationship had hit her harder than she had ever anticipated, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable. She hadn’t felt up to facing her friends properly. She had shot them a quick message briefly explaining the situation before shutting off her phone and finding solace in her own company as she grappled with the emotional fallout.

Remus busied himself in the kitchen while he waited for the kettle to boil. He had a tea towel swung over his shoulder as he started washing the dishes that had been piling up in the sink. James was getting the living room straight, opening windows, clearing up the endless piles of scrunched up tissues and fluffing up the sofa cushions.

“You don’t have to do all this – I'm fine!” Y/N protested.

“Stop fussing and just let us help you,” Sirius chimed in, poking his head around the doorway from where he was in the bathroom, “Now, get in here because I’ve just run you a bath.”

Y/N’s protests died on her lips as she relented, allowing herself to be guided into the bathroom by Sirius’s firm but caring insistence. The soothing scent of lavender filled the air as she stepped into the room. Sirius shut the door behind her, allowing some privacy. He had set her some fresh towels and clean clothes on the side, even going as far as to light a few candles. Y/N let out a sigh as she sank into the tub, the warm water washing over her tired body.

After a while, Y/N emerged from the bathroom feeling a bit lighter. She smiled at the three boys, appreciating their practical gestures of support. They had practically cleaned her whole apartment while she was in the bath. It had taken a bit of a hit in the week that she had been moping around. Remus had set her a steaming mug of tea on the coffee table, and she took it into her hands eagerly.

“Feeling better?” he asked, patting the spot on the sofa next to him.

“Much better. Thanks for the rescue” she smiled at each of them, “I owe you guys one.”

“Nonsense.” James dismissed with a wave of his hand, “That’s what friends are for. Plus, I’ve been dying to bring out my superhero cape.”

Remus snorted into his tea, “Superhero cape? More like a tea towel tied around your neck, mate.”

“Hey, it’s all about the dramatic effect, Moony. You should try it some time.” James mock-glared at him.

“I’d pay good money to see that.” Y/N laughed.

“You nearly did!” Sirius remarked, “I literally had to pry it from around his neck before you got out of the bath.”

Y/N burst into laughter at the mental image, shaking her head in amusement, “I can only imagine the heroic struggle.” She said, grinning at James, who rolled his eyes with a good natured sigh.

“Yeah, well, it was a valiant effort on his part,” James admitted, earning a playful elbow jab from Sirius.

It was the first time in a good week or so, that Y/N had laughed properly. She felt her spirits lift with each passing moment, the heaviness that had weighed in her heart for the last week beginning to fade. Their light-hearted banter and playful antics had a way of lifting her spirits, offering a welcomed distraction from her recent troubles. It was only when the boys stood up to leave that the empty feeling in the pit of her stomach started to return.

Sirius noticed her face fall when they started getting ready to leave, each of them shrugging on their coats and slipping into their shoes.

“Don’t worry, we’re coming back.” Sirius reassured her.

“Yeah, you didn’t think that you could get rid of us that easily, did you?” Remus chuckled.

“We’ve just got to nip out to get some stuff but then we’ll be back.” James promised.

“What stuff?” she questioned.

“Ask us no questions and we’ll tell you no lies.” James quipped, playfully tapping her on the nose before swiftly exiting.

A bemused smile played on her lips as she watched her friends disappear. Although they had only been around at her flat for a few hours, it felt eerily empty now that they had gone. Collapsing onto the sofa, she reached for her phone, hesitating before finally switching it on after days of deliberate avoidance. There was the expected flurry of messages from her friends and family checking in on her and she made a mental note to reply to them later on. She quickly deleted a particularly nasty text from her ex before she gave herself chance to read it properly. As the screen blinked back up at her, the date glared back with unexpected significance.

Valentine’s Day.

The realisation hit her and stirred up memories and emotions that she had been trying to suppress. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of loneliness as she thought back to past Valentine’s Day spent with her now ex-partner. For a moment, she regretted even switching on her phone; ignorance might have been bliss on a day like today. Tears prickled in her eyes and she bit down on her lip in a futile attempt to hold back the flood of emotions.

Just as she had been earlier that morning, she was brought back to reality by the door of her apartment swinging open and James, Remus and Sirius bustling back inside.

“Told you we wouldn’t be long!” James said brightly, though the look soon dropped from his face the second his eyes fell on Y/N.

“Oh, no! What’s happened? Everything okay?” Sirius rushed over and crouched in front of her, so his face was level to where she was slumped on the sofa.

“It’s silly,” she sniffled, “I turned on my phone because obviously I’ve been avoiding it for ages and I saw the date. It’s just... overwhelming.”

Remus moved to sit beside her, his presence a comforting anchor as he place a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s not silly at all, Y/N. Valentine’s Day can be shit. Especially after everything you’ve been through.” he said softly, offering her a sympathetic smile.

James signed, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped closer, “We came over today because... well we didn’t want you to spend Valentine’s Day alone. We didn’t realise that you didn't even know what day it was. We’ve kind of fucked up really, haven’t we?”

“Don’t be daft.” Y/N wiped the tears away with her sleeve, “You’ve already cheered me up so much just by being here.”

“Let’s not stop now then, eh?” Sirius said, patting her affectionately on the head as he stood up, “We’ve got plenty more planned for this evening. Why don’t you go get yourself freshened up while we get set up in here?”

Y/N smiled gratefully and obliged, making her way to the bathroom. She splashed her face with cool water, letting it wash away the remnants of tears that clung to her skin. As she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she forced a smile onto her face in an attempt to make herself feel better. She quickly ran her hands through her hair and smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes.

In the other room, the boys had sprung to action. James rummaged through the bags of shopping, his brows furrowed in concentration as he set about preparing dinner. Remus, ever the organiser, rearranged the furniture to create a cosier and more comfortable set up for them. Sirius, with his flair for the dramatic, set about lighting candles and pulled an assortment of decorations from his bag to add a festive touch to the occasion.

As Y/N stepped out of the bathroom, her eyes widened in surprise at the transformation that had taken place in the living room. The warm glow of candlelight danced across the walls, casting soft shadows across the room. Tears of gratitude welled in her eyes and with a shaky breath she made her way to join them.

“Speechless, huh?” Sirius joked gently, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

Y/N managed a watery smile, “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Nothing needs to be said.” James stepped in from the kitchen, floral apron tied around his waist.

“Just know that we’ve got your back always, yeah?” Remus chimed in.

With a grateful nod, Y/N settled into her seat at the table, feeling a sense of peace wash over her.

“Nice apron, James.” Y/N teased, unable to contain her laughter.

“What can I say? Real men wear floral.” he quipped, setting down plates of food in front of each of them.

“Ah! I almost forgot!” Sirius stood up quickly from the table and disappeared into the other room.

He returned a few moments later, holding a bouquet of flowers. He presented them to her with a flourish. Y/N gasped in response.

“You really didn’t have to!” she protested, her voice filled with gratitude, “You’ve already done so much for me today!”

“We wanted to.” Remus smiled.

“Besides, we’d be pretty crappy mates if we let you go a whole Valentine’s Day without flowers.” Sirius chuckled.

“Yeah, it’s practically a cardinal sin to neglect such an important tradition.” Remus nodded in agreement.

“See? We’re not completely useless, are we?” James nudged her, grinning.

“Nah, you’re not half bad.” she beamed back at them, “I might even go as far as to say that you’re the best.”

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thedevilspearl · 11 months

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The brothers unintentionally finding out Mc has a secret porn account where they upload videos of themselves with different people(OR DIFFERENT DEMONS >UO)/relieving themselves

finding out mc has onlydevils — all brothers

a/n: if you didn’t realise, onlydevils is the devildom version of onlyfans lol i tried to be creative but that’s the best i could do. thank you for this idea anon, i absolutely love it!!!

tags: no gender specified, no explicit smut but consistent discussion of mature content so minors do not interact!

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 would be the most surprised and probably the most avoidant after finding out. he’s not the happiest about it, but it’s also not the end of his world. he knows you have your reason to do it so he doesn’t pry. but he is interested and would make an undercover burner account to see what all the fuss is about. and oh man, you take his breath away. late nights in his office always end up with him making a mess of himself at his desk after watching your videos for hours. he would confront you about it after he’s had his fun (which would last months) and would only ever ask you to stop if your relationship became serious, as in, endgame.

the first words out of 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍’s mouth would be “what the hell are ya doing it for? stop it! ain’t nobody gotta see ya doing all that!” this doesn’t come from a place of trying to control you, but rather, it’s entirely out of jealousy and his instinctual need to protect you, even if it doesn’t come out the right way. of course, if you’re persistent in wanting to continue, he won’t stop you. however, it deeply upsets him knowing others see you in your most intimate act, and some even take part in it. he doesn’t know how to act, or react, and it would require a lot of time and conversation to understand it all and bring his feelings to a conclusion. but he wouldn’t be opposed to taking part in the content with you. he knows exactly how to make hotter content.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 is sort of stuck in the middle. he is definitely surprised but he’s also not surprised because you truly are something else. he knew that from the beginning. but this is different. you would never expect him to find out about it, let alone confront you. but he would be the first to let you know that he knows. and he hopes that none of his brothers know so that it can be your dirty little secret. he would never take part in your content, but he would surely give suggestions and feedback to help you improve. he’d maybe slip in some suggestions secretly catered to his own tastes, but you’d realise straight away and film an entire video just for him. his criticisms are worth a lot and so is his attention to detail in your content.

power to the people, is what 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 likes to say. upon finding out, he was taken aback by many feelings but in the end, he was impressed. he is definitely irked seeing you film content with other people, other demons, some of those are people he knows. and he cannot stand it because he wishes to be the only one to see you like that, to do those things with you. he’d let you do your thing but if things ever became serious between you, he’d want some boundaries in place. and if you want to continue, he would certainly become your new partner. he’d never show his face but he’d have no qualms showing your viewers how to please you better than anyone you ever had.

believe it or not, 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 would be one of the last to find out because it’s something he would never expect to stumble across. in fact, you kept on the lowdown so well that he never would have known had you not accidentally slipped up. he asked if you were free one night and you casually said “sorry, asmo, but i’m busy filming content tonight” and so began his hunt in finding out what exactly it is that you film, and he hits the gold mine. as soon as he does, he’s all up in your business wanting to know everything, and he most certainly wants to take part. screw all those other demons. you could make millions together, if that’s what you want. he’d become a most loyal and devoted partner.

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 was just looking for something to get him going. it was a rough day at practise and his usual hunger was taken over by a hunger for pleasure. and upon looking for some content, he came across a certain trending human. he didn’t think it would be you. it had to be someone else. but when he clicked on a video after purchasing it….well, his cock grew and hardened faster than it ever did before, simply from seeing you touch yourself in in front of a camera, making eye contact with him through a screen and moaning so sweetly. he instantly becomes a loyal follower. but beel unintentionally found your account, so he would never intentionally confront you about it. he’d wait for you to open up, and he’d support your every decision.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 isn’t proud of how he stumbled upon your account. to be honest, he didn’t have an onlydevils account until one day, he was super horny and used beel’s account to watch some stuff. little did he know, beel had been watching his precious human doing all sorts of dirty things and that’s how he discovered it. so he quickly makes his own account and blows all of his money on your content, watching you go from pleasuring yourself with toys to getting lain into by some other demon. he’d wish for you to stop if you got serious with him, but other than that, your videos become the only thing he can use to get off, and soon he craves the real thing more and more.

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holllandtrash · 5 months

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Never ever ever a normal weekend for little leclerc

Little leclerc is me. I am struggling

with love from vegas | lando norris

(part of the 6 to 1 series) because i couldn't stop thinking about whether little leclerc would accompany lando or stay to watch charles warnings: lando's crash :( word count: 3.2k

Your heart sank to your chest. You felt sick or maybe you felt like you were going to pass out. Regardless, one hand went to your mouth to cover your painful gasp as the other hand gripped the ledge in the McLaren garage.

It came out of nowhere, that was the worst part. You couldn’t brace yourself for what was to happen which meant the second you saw Lando spin out, on the straight, your entire body went numb. There was no explanation for it and not a single thought went through your mind as the slowest seconds of your life passed by.

One. Lando lost the back end of his car and had no control through the straight.

Two. He hit the wall and his car spun. You couldn’t imagine what was going through his head as he sat in the car, helpless, backwards. He couldn’t even see what he was heading towards. The sparks coming from the bottom of his car were blinding even just watching it on screen.

Three. Everyone in the garage had the same reaction as the momentum of Lando’s hit had him spinning and sliding until he crashed into the barriers in the run off.

Four. There was no response.

“Lando, are you okay?” You heard the question come in from Will through your headset but it was the silence that followed that caused your world to stop.

Your hands were shaking, your whole body was shaking, tears brimmed at your eyes as you felt a comforting touch on your back. You weren’t able to register who was trying to console you, your eyes were glued to the screen, to the scene of Lando’s car demolished against the barriers.

You thought about how you woke up late this morning with his arms wrapped around you. How he ordered room service while you took a shower so it would be ready to eat by the time you stepped out. He joked about missing the race and mentioned the F1 themed wedding chapel instead, said that it would be a better show than the Grand Prix.

You thought about the quick interview he had with Martin Brundle before the race. How Lando said the track felt dreadful, that he was worried about the temperatures but didn’t elaborate anymore, just tried to be hopeful. Lando draped his arm around your shoulders as you asked him about the upcoming race, asked if he was worried and he only shrugged, not wanting to give you any reason to be concerned for him.

You thought about how moments before he got in the car he kissed you. Not a quick peck, not a last minute thing, but he walked to the back of the garage where you stood and grabbed your face with both hands. You felt lightheaded, not usually a fan of the heavy PDA in such an open area but Lando didn’t care at this race. He kissed you and he told you he loved you and then tilted your head down to kiss the top of your forehead.

You knew that this was out of character for him, but you didn’t question it.

Now, though, it had your mind spinning. Was there a voice in the back of his head telling him that something was going to go wrong? Did he reach for his helmet and feel a sudden dread which prompted him to tell you he loved you one more time? Was he scared it would be last time he’d say it?

“Lando,” Will repeated, doing his best to sound calm for the young driver. “Are you okay?”

You’d never been happier to hear someone so out of breath.

“Yeah, all good,” Lando’s pained voice came through. Rushed and probably a lie, but at least he responded.

You could breathe, but the grunt that followed his words was a dead giveaway something else was wrong. Either he had sustained serious injuries or he was thinking about the race that had just fallen through his fingers, fourth place in the driver standings being kissed goodbye. Truthfully, you were hoping for the latter.

Lando climbed out of the car and you wiped away your tears in time for the F1TV broadcast to capture it. Without waiting to hear what the commentators had to say about your emotions running high, you pulled your headset off and headed out the back of the garage.

As horrible as it was, you made sure you knew where the medical centre was in proximity to both Lando and Charles’ garages during every Grand Prix weekend. In this case, it wasn’t too far down the paddock and you had beat the medical car there, but you were still anxious and you would be until he was cleared.

The back door opened and Lando, still in his race suit, climbed out and found you immediately. You met him halfway and even though he was fine, he was walking, he was in good enough condition to pull his helmet off himself, you cried the second you met his eyes.

Flashes of worst case scenarios flooded your mind. Lando pulled you into his chest, despite being told he had to go get checked out. He held you tightly, hand stroking your hair, both of you trembling. You probably more than him.

“I hate this fucking sport,” you muttered and Lando laughed in response, kissing the top of your head like he had before climbing into the car.

“I know,” he said and the next time he was ushered inside, you went with him. Lando assured the nurse that you’d sit quietly and not disturb them as he went through the standard post-crash procedures.

He seemed fine, so the more time that passed the more you started to let yourself loosen up. Lando spoke quietly to the nurse and you tried to listen in at first, but your attention soon found its way to the broadcast of the race, displayed right in front of the bed.

You were so caught up with Lando that you hadn’t even realised Charles had managed to hold onto second, and not only that but was closing in on Max as much as he could. He was holding his own, something that both Ferrari’s had struggled with this season.

When the nurse walked out, you pulled your chair up as close as you possibly could to the bed, resting your elbow on the mattress as you propped your head on your hand.

“Charles in second still?” Lando asked and you nodded, turning to look at the McLaren driver who was also watching the race at this point.

He reached forward, using his thumb to wipe away some remnants of mascara under your eye. You leaned into his touch and it was safe to say you felt like yourself again, knowing that Lando was okay, physically.

“I’m sorry about the driver standings,” you whispered and Lando offered you a somewhat genuine smile.

“Season’s not over yet,” he pointed out, holding onto the possibility that he could still claim fourth behind Lewis. You nodded in agreement, but if you were being completely honest, you didn’t care about where he was going to end up after Abu Dhabi, just as long as he finished the race.

You stretched your hand across of you to hold onto Lando’s, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over yours, like he was the one consoling you. Neither of you said anything else, both turning your attention to the race.

Lando could see you sit up slightly every time Charles closed the gap a bit more. He could feel the faint squeeze of your fingers every time Charles had a close call with the barriers or attacked a curb a little too hard.

By the time lap 15 came around, Charles was within DRS range of Max. Lando could admit that this race, that battle, was entertaining, but he found you to be even more mesmerising. The excitement you had for your brother, the way you held your breath during every little move, the way your face lit up when the gap was 4 tenths of a second.

I hate this sport, you had told him.

What a bold faced lie. You loved this sport. You loved Formula 1, despite the heartaches, the anxiety, the way it aged you faster than anything else would. You loved the thrill, you loved watching those you loved succeed and quite literally chase after their dreams.

And then the overtake finally happened.

To be fair, Max wasn’t trying too hard to defend with his recent call to box, but it was still the most exciting thing you had seen in a handful of races.

“Charles Leclerc takes the lead of the Las Vegas Grand Prix!”

You shot up instantly, letting go of Lando’s hand to cheer at the screen. Lando laughed at your reaction, at the way you fist bumped the air. There was a glow to you, watching Charles make something of himself, of the car, after struggling race after race.

You turned over your shoulder, grinning from ear to ear at Lando, “He might…win this.”

Lando opened his mouth to respond, maybe he was going to bring you back down to earth, but the door opened at the moment and his nurse returned.

You stepped to the side of Lando’s bed as he sat up a bit, giving the nurse a polite smile, even though he knew exactly what she was going to say.

“I know you don’t want to hear this but it’s procedure,” she started. “We’ve got to transfer you to the hospital, Lando.”

He nodded, a quiet sigh escaping his lips, “I figured that was bound to happen.”

Lando glanced up at you, and as supportive of a girlfriend as you were, half of your focus had gone back to the race. It wasn’t until a few other transport nurses walked into the room did you realise what was going on.

“Oh,” you spoke quietly, pulling your eyes off the screen. “Oh. We’re going now, okay.”

Lando chuckled, “What do you mean we?”

You were both staring at each other in major confusion, but you voiced yours before he could, “I’m coming with you.”

He shook his head, but his eyes squinted as he smiled, like he knew something you didn’t. “No you’re not.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re staying here,” Lando nodded his head towards the race. “You’re going back to the garages and you’re going to watch Charles finish this race.”

“Lando,” you scoffed. “I’m not letting you go to the hospital alone.”

“Well I’m not letting you come with me so where does that leave us?”

You glanced up at the nurses, a little embarrassed that you were having this conversation but if anything they just found the banter amusing. Lando reached for your hand and pulled your attention back to him.

“Charles is leading right now,” he reminded you. “You said it yourself, he might win this. You should be here for him wherever he crosses the finish line. And I love you, but I don’t need you to accompany me to a check-up. Your brother will need you, no matter where he places.”

“Lando don’t make me choose, you know I hate that,” you wanted to be annoyed at him, really. But when he was looking up at you with the kindest smile painted on his lips it was hard to feel anything except love for him.

“That’s why I’m choosing for you,” he laughed before bringing your hand to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles. “Just because I can’t finish the race doesn’t mean you have to miss it too. Go watch Charles.”

“But-”

“Go!”

You glanced at the tv and then at him and the nurses and back at him. Lando wasn’t the slightest bit hurt that you weren't going with him, but he knew you would have unless he said something. He also knew that if he hadn’t said something and you ended up missing Charles’ best race of the season, you’d be so incredibly upset with yourself.

You hated putting yourself in these positions so Lando, as much as he could, did absolutely anything to avoid it.

“I love you,” you said, leaning down to give him a quick kiss. “Text me any updates- all updates. I mean it.”

“I will,” he assured you, letting you know he was okay one final time before another reminder that he loved you. Lando then watched as you practically sprinted out of the medical centre.

No one was surprised to see you show up in the Ferrari garage. You grabbed a headset and stood near the back, already seeing an array of celebrities standing as close as possible to the mechanics.

Charles kept pulling ahead as other cars went in to pit. Of course you were anxious, hoping the strategy wouldn’t fail him this time but you managed to keep your facial expressions in check when his team pulled off a below average pit-stop. It wasn’t end all-be all but it did give Checo the opportunity to claim first place.

Seeing Lance ahead of Charles for a short while was certainly a little shocking and then seeing a handful of cars coming in following the safety car had your blood pressure rising because Charles stayed out, but you had faith in him. He knew what he was doing and hopefully his team did too.

Charles did what he could to defend against Checo when he reclaimed the first place spot, but come lap 32 there wasn't much he could do and the Mexican driver took the lead. All the while, Max was working his way up through the grid which of course gave you an intense amount of anxiety.

The cheer you let out when Charles passed once more a few laps later was drowned out through the garage as the rest of the team applauded his late move but it was only minutes later when you were wincing at the screen, teeth clenched as Max made his way closer and closer to the Ferrari driver. Your head fell back in disappointment when Max took first place from him and for a while you wondered if this race was going to end up being another Red Bull 1-2.

It certainly looked that way as Checo passed Charles, dropping your brother down to third. The laps kept counting down and while he was doing a damn good job at staying within DRS, he couldn’t make the move on Checo again.

Or at least, that's what you and everyone thought up until the very last lap, more specifically, the last opportunity for an overtake.

Charles, seemingly out of nowhere, dove to the inside at turn 14 when Checo least expected it. Checo tried to fight back but for those last few metres of the track you were jumping and screaming in pure excitement for Charles for having pulled off such a successful move. Your headset fell down around your neck but that didn’t matter, what mattered was this was one of Charles’ best races, best fights, all season and you knew he was going to be proud of it.

You were proud of him.

Carlos had found you during the chaos of the post-race interviews and podium ceremony. You heard something about a limo and you weren’t really sure what was going on, but that gave you a few minutes to collect yourself. Carlos asked how Lando was after giving you a hug, he was happy to see you of course, but he was worried about his friend.

You pulled out your phone to see a few pictures from Lando, one was a selfie with a thumbs up and the other was him physically strapped to a gurney with a cheeky smile on his lips. The text to accompany it read, ‘I joked about making a run for it, no one laughed.’

“He’s fine,” you showed Carlos the images.

“You didn’t want to go with him?” He asked.

“I did,” you nodded, taking another look at the pictures. “But he told me to stay, for Charles.”

“Are you glad you did?”

Hesitantly, you nodded. You wanted to be at Lando’s side more than anything, but he was right. This was a race where you should have been there for Charles.

When the chaos subsided and Charles came back to the garage, you were the first person he engulfed in a hug.

“I’m so proud of you,” you told him, having been wanting to say those words since that last overtake. You swayed for a few seconds, knowing that these moments were far and few between with how unfortunate this season had been for him.

“Merci,” he kissed your cheek and then pulled back, hands going to your shoulder as if he was inspecting you, despite the fact that he was the one who had just spent the last hour and a half in a race car. “Lando va bien?” Is Lando okay?

You didn’t have the words to explain how much that simple question meant to you.

Charles loved seeing you there waiting for him in the garage but he would have also known that meant leaving Lando’s side. He would probably always give you a hard time for dating a driver, but at the end of the day he saw just how much you cared about that driver. He would have known that his crash affected you, would have pained you to watch and he wanted to make sure that he was okay, that you were okay.

“He’s fine,” you nodded. “He’ll probably still want to go out clubbing later.”

Charles was content with that answer. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and tucked you into his side as you walked through the garage, wanting you to accompany him to his next pre-race obligation.

“So why did you didn’t go with him?” Charles asked you. “After a crash like that I would have understood if you left the race too.”

It was embarrassing the way that the tears started to gloss over your eyes again. But you loved Charles and you loved Lando and you loved that there was finally that mutual respect you had been waiting for.

“He told me to stay,” you weren’t going to lie to Charles and say it was your idea to leave Lando. “He wanted me to be here for you, for your race.”

Charles just nodded to himself at your answer. You saw the sliver of the smile that curled up on his lips though, probably telling himself he’d have to thank Lando later because you were always someone he looked for after a race.

“Are you okay?” Charles asked next, glancing down at you.

“Yeah,” you let out a tired breath. “Yeah I think I’m just ready for the season to be over.”

“One more race.”

“One more race,” you repeated. “And then me and Lando will elope for real.”

Charles yanked on a strand of your hair, “If you do that, don’t even bother coming to any of the races next year.”

There was underlying truth to his words, but you also knew that at the end of it all, Charles was growing supportive of you and Lando. He certainly wasn’t at the point where he’d be fine with a wedding, but he wasn’t going to make a fuss when you weren't in his garage anymore.

You were there when it mattered and if you needed it, Lando would always be there to give you a reminder as to when that was.

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Garrick Tavis x Marked!Pacifist!Reader This one is for my fellow tired, chronic pain girls who just want their suffering to serve some purpose, and those who trust everyone they meet, even if they shouldn’t. wc: 4.7k -- the longest work I've ever put on this blog! second chapter is here! 🏷: spoilers for both Fourth Wing books (I’m currently 500 pages into Iron Flame, and y’all... 😭) people refer to you with she/her pronouns, canon-typical violence and torture, mentions of canon character death / death of a family member, bad coping mechanisms, Dain and his memory reading (I tried to make him more tolerable), one (1) reference to sex, I gave you a last name (Avan) and Garrick calls you angel as a pet name, because I refuse to use y/n. Your dragon's name is Tab.

Your stomach drops as your name is called for a challenge. “No weapons today.” Emeterrio adds. “I want you to work on your hand-to-hand.”

The pair of you unsheath nearly a dozen knives apiece, you handing yours to Bodhi. Disarmed, you extend a hand to the boy, as is the Tyrrish tradition before a friendly spar, but he doesn’t take it. No unmarked ones ever have.

He charges first, tangles a hand in your hair and pulls, jerking your head back, and the crowd of freshmen gasp, but you plant your feet and move with him, twisting your spine with practiced ease.

That gives you enough distance to kick a leg out at his right knee, hitting him squarely in the back of it. He releases you. Another swift kick to his legs has them sweeping out from under him. You dig a thumb into his collarbone, finding just the right spot, and he crumples, giving you a split second to wrap your arm around his throat.

He claws at your elbow with blunt nails, wasting breath as he attempts to rise to his feet, but you keep him pinned with your body weight, bearing down as hard as you can. He bucks, and your left boot skids against the mat.

You bend your knee to brace yourself in a lunge. Your arm is starting to falter, he can feel the muscle straining around his jaw, but he’s tiring too — running out of air. If neither of you moves, he’s going to die.

“Enough,” Emeterrio commands.

You release him, extending a hand to pull him up, but he smacks it away and dives straight at you, clearly not done. “I’m not letting you off that easily, traitor.”

You squeak in surprise, your back hitting the mat with a thud, and he lands another blow to your jaw. You struggle to take control back, gasping for breath from how hard you’d hit the floor.

He gathers your wrists into one hand easily, the other closing around your throat.

“You are going to die on this mat if you don’t do something, now. Use the failsafe.”

There’s one dagger you hadn’t removed, that you’d won from Garrick in combat your first year, that he’d let you win, really, and promptly ordered that you never remove it from your reach, for situations like this.

He doesn’t have your legs pinned, so you kick out, catching him in the thigh, and his grip falters. You manage to wiggle one arm free to pull the blade from the inside of your jacket, rolling onto your side and holding the point millimeters away from his chest. “Yield,” you order, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You won’t kill me,” He snarls. “Everyone knows you’re all bark and no bite. That’s why you keep him around.”

You drag it down, just enough to tear his shirt. “Yield, or you’ll meet Malek today and you can explain to him what a cheating coward you are.” The words surprise you, but you fight to maintain the hardened look on your face, trying to convince him you’re serious.

“Fine,” he spits, “I yield.”

Heart still pounding, you move to lean against the wall with the other marked ones, Bodhi handing you back your arsenal blade by blade.

“She cheated!” Jason protests as soon as he’s standing again.

“She did what was necessary after you defied a direct order from a superior officer,” Emeterrio says narrowly.

Jason glowers, but returns to his friends without further argument. The rest of the pack takes note of their faces; they’re likely as conniving as him, and as liable to try to kill you, too.

“I’m gonna end that motherfucker,” Garrick mutters, checking you over for injuries as subtly as he can. He hands you a scrap of cloth and you wipe the blood from your nose, wincing, but grateful it isn’t broken.

“He’s been at this for months. One of these days, he’s going to kill you.” Bodhi says quietly, his gaze not moving from the next sparring pair.

“Why not kill him first?” Imogen asks. “You had a knife to his gut, you should have used it.”

“No.” You say firmly. “To kill anyone unmarked, especially an officer’s son, would confirm what everyone else in this army believes about Tyrs; that we are bloodthirsty animals.”

“Let them believe that,” she scoffs. “They’ll never change their mind.”

You sigh. Maybe she’s right.

You don’t see your friends for the next ten hours, when you’re finally excused for dinner.

“Where the hell have you been?” Bodhi asks.

“Medical wing,” you rasp, sliding into a seat at the end of the bench. “Mending infantry with Carr.”

“You should eat,” Liam says softly, pushing a plate toward you, but you shake your head no, every muscle in your body screaming.

You look like your head is going to hit the table, your neck no longer able to hold it up. Bodhi pulls you into his side and you slump against him, boneless. “Her signet isn’t fully developed yet,” you hear him explain to Violet and Liam. “She’ll be okay. She just needs to rest.”

When you wake, it’s dark out, the room nearly pitch black, but you can tell it’s not yours — the furniture is arranged differently.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, gentle one,” Tab greets as soon as you’re cognizant. He can only be this dry about it because he knew you’d pull through. “If he makes you do that again, I’ll eat him.”

You laugh, wincing at the pain in your ribs. Your entire body aches. There’s no way you got up the three flights of stairs here yourself — you didn’t even have it in you to chew food at dinner.

There’s a comforting scent to the room — all the soap and detergent everyone uses is standard issue, but something about the sheets smells like Garrick. Your theory is confirmed when he walks through the door, the hallway light illuminating the hilts of the two swords strapped to his back. “If you want me in your bed, Gare, you just need to ask,” you say in greeting.

He laughs dryly, waving a hand to activate a small mage light. “The damage can’t be too bad if you’re already cracking jokes.”

“I missed physics, didn’t I? Did you carry me up here?”

“Of course that’s what you’re worried about. You can copy Violet’s notes, they’re way better than mine.” He strips some of the weapons off, shedding his flight jacket along with them. It’s something you’ve seen many times before, but it never fails to make your heart flutter.

He sits on the edge of the bed, a gentle hand moving up to lay against your cheek. “And I did carry you. I’d do anything for you, angel. It scares me sometimes.”

He brushes a piece of hair from your face. You’d been freezing cold when you fell asleep, so he’d draped you with every blanket he owned before leaving, and it seems to have worked — your skin is pleasantly warm against his hand.

“Anything, hm?” You ask, a lazy smile on your face.

His eyes sparkle at the mischief in your tone, but he’s responsible enough to think before he acts. “Not until you’ve recovered,” he says sternly.

You yawn. “D’you have section leader stuff to do tonight?”

“That’s what executive officers are for.”

You crack an eye to look at him in disapproval. “Gare, you can’t skip duty. Melgren will have your head.”

He sighs. “Fine. Don’t go anywhere.”

“I won’t. Your bed is more comfortable than mine anyway.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, tugging the jacket back on and strapping in the swords.

/////////

Someone is standing in front of your yoga mat. Dain. “No bodyguard today?” He asks.

You’re silent, your gaze flickering between him and the longsword by your side, the one Garrick had insisted you take with you everywhere when he wasn’t there to protect you.

“You may find this hard to believe, but I don’t want to kill you.” He says with a sigh. “I just need to-”

“Quit talking and join me, or leave.” You interrupt, settling into a deeper stretch, eyes closing as you gesture to the floor next to you with an open hand. By the grace of Amari, Carr had given you enough time off to recover, but he’ll likely be making you work another shift in the infirmary today. This will be your only pocket of calm for the next twelve hours. You aren’t going to skip it for Dain, of all people.

He chooses the first option, surprising you as he drags a mat over beside yours, attempting to copy your movements. “Do you really do this every day?” He asks, uncomfortable.

“Even a soldier must take time to be at peace. Clear your mind. Whatever you’re thinking about is so loud it’s distracting.”

He startles, his foot slipping on the mat.

“No, my signet is not mind-reading.” You say, eyes still closed, though there’s an amused look on your face. “Relax. You’re killing the air in here with that nervous energy.”

For the next five minutes, you both stretch in total silence. “Now,” you decide, bringing your arms back to your body, focusing on your breathing, “what was so important that you needed to find me here?”

He cuts straight to it. “Varrish wants me to… practice on you. He thinks you’re hiding something, that all of you are.” He doesn’t need to specify who he means by you.

You don’t seem to react to the information, instead looking at him with curiosity. “How do you feel about your signet?”

He blinks. Nobody’s ever asked him that before. “I don’t know.” He says quietly. You shift again, but he doesn’t follow you, folding his legs underneath him instead. Your silence presses him to speak, needing to fill the air. “I used to think it was cool, but now… now I’m wondering if it’s really a gift at all.”

“What do you see when you view a memory like that? Are you living it through their eyes, or from above, watching it unfold? How far back can you see?”

“Through their eyes.” He answers, throat dry. Why is he telling you this? “A day, maybe two. It depends. Varrish wants me to learn to push it farther.”

You weigh the consequences. If he’s being honest, he won’t see anything confidential — at worst, a gathering of more than three marked ones to exercise, but is he really petty enough to tell Varrish about that, when he’s giving you a warning in the first place?

“Okay.” You say, opening your eyes. Better it be you than one of the kids who can’t shield their memories yet, or Garrick or Bodhi, who would rip him limb from limb if he tried to touch them.

“What?”

“I’m going to go about my day now as if this conversation never happened,” you say, looking him in the eye, unflinching, “and you’re going to do what you have to do to satisfy Varrish’s demands — with me and only me. Are we clear?”

“Yes,” he stammers, shocked that you’re letting him do this.

“Good.” You pick up the longsword, strapping it back in along your spine. “Dain?” You call over your shoulder. “I won’t make it easy for you.” You say, and he knows that’s a promise.

“That was an incredibly stupid decision, gentle one. A noble decision, but stupid nonetheless.” Tab speaks into your mind on the way back up to your room. “You cannot always assume everyone has good intentions. It would have been your downfall by now, if not for your mate’s protection.”

“Stop calling Garrick my mate. That’s weird.” You deflect, not wanting to unpack his earlier words.

“Forgive me. Dragons do not have a word for a relationship as trivial as a boyfriend.”

You build up a mental wall like Xaden had taught you, ending the argument.

When Varrish calls you into his office that afternoon, you already know what it’s for. “Take a seat,” he says with a smile that you know isn’t meant to be friendly.

He sees the way your eyes immediately narrow at the sight of Dain — everyone knows how the quadrant’s golden boy feels about marked ones, and how you feel about him. You’re going to be doing some very good acting today.

The door closes and locks behind you, and your stomach flips as you feel the sound shield form and press up against the office walls. There’s no escape, and no screaming for help, but you know what you’ve walked into. You signed up for it this morning.

“To what do I owe this meeting, Major?” You ask respectfully, lowering yourself into the chair beside Dain.

“Professor Carr has made me aware that both of your signets have been slow to develop. We’re going to spend your leisure time today practicing, in hopes that you will finally improve.” A very convincing lie, you’ll admit. If Dain hadn’t come to you this morning, you might have believed it. “No objections?” He asks, waiting for you to protest.

“No, sir.” You say calmly, Dain answering the same a beat behind you.

“Good. Aetos, you first.”

It takes every ounce of self control not to squirm as Dain stands, stepping toward you. You lift your chin, closing your eyes -- a gesture of consent small enough to fly under the Vice Commandant’s radar.

You may be letting him try, but you’d told him this wouldn’t be easy. You block him out completely, raising your mental shield and barring the gates.

“What do you see?” Varrish asks.

Dain doesn’t answer. He does not push, does not attempt to kick the door down or dig below the foundation. He stands outside, waiting for you to give him something.

The crack of his nose breaking has your eyes flying open, the coppery scent of blood starting to fill the room immediately as he staggers back into his chair.

“Your turn, Avan."

You stand, laying a gentle hand on Dain’s jaw to tilt it up, stopping the blood from pouring down his shirt.

He looks up at you, stunned, but lets you touch the broken cartilage with your fingertips, and moments later it feels like nothing ever happened. It’s mind-bending.

“Very good. Aetos, try again. What was she doing this morning?”

Dain stands, angling his body between yours and Varrish’s so that the Major can’t see the apology he mouths before his hands touch your forehead. Whether he can see his conversation with you in the gym is unclear. He lies through his teeth either way. “She was alone,” he answers, “on a run to the flight field and back.”

“And then?”

He shifts uncomfortably, his eyes not leaving yours. “A shower, breakfast. Eggs. An apple. Toast. She sat with Tavis and two other marked ones.” He leaves out Violet from the group, not wanting to implicate her. Interesting.

That much is true, but it’s part of your everyday routine — he could have easily gleaned that from watching you across the mess hall. Is he still locked out?

Varrish stands, rounding the corner of his desk. “Let’s make this a little harder, shall we?”

Dain screams as a dagger pierces his arm, thrashing in his chair. Varrish twists the blade as he pulls it out, letting Dain’s blood drip to the floor. This is why he needed the sound shield.

Your eyes widen, and the adrenaline has you leaping to your feet to fix it. You press a hand into the wound, apologizing when he winces. It takes you longer than it should for the muscle to repair itself.

“You care more about him than I thought.” Varrish muses.

You turn to him, anger flickering in your chest. “It is my moral obligation to help the wounded.”

He tuts. “You would have made an excellent healer, had your parents not committed high treason. Aetos, again. Find something older.”

Dain trembles as he stands, and you take pity on him. You push an older memory forward, a happy one, remembering it as vividly as you can.

You watch together as you sprint through the forest, stopping dead in your tracks as you see two cadets fighting. The one losing is a smaller girl in your class whose name Dain can’t remember, a tall, muscled boy towering over her, sword ready to strike.

You spring forward, catching him by surprise and effectively disarming him, and he chooses to abandon the sword and run rather than fight the both of you. You extend a hand to pull the girl to her feet and her eyes widen further, staring up not at you, but behind you.

You feel a burst of heat against your back — not hot enough to be fire. Steam. You bow your head in deference, turning slowly to give the girl time to run… And the dragon bows back. What the fuck?

“You did not kill the boy.” It says directly into your mind.

“I did not.” You answer aloud, not sure if humans can do that.

“Have you ever killed before, gentle one?”

“I haven’t.” Should you be embarrassed? Dragons are violent, surely they would see this as a sign of weakness.

“Not all of us.”

“Holy shit, you can read my mind.”

The girl laughs in disbelief, and you realize you’ve just bonded a dragon.

“In time you’ll learn to control that. But your friend needs to get moving, and so do we.”

You wish her luck before scaling the leg of your dragon and taking a seat.

“Hold on.”

You shriek in happiness like a child as he jumps up, and seconds later you’re thousands of feet in the air, looking down at Basgiath and the valley below. When you return to the flight field, you find Garrick there with a giant brown Scorpiontail, bloodied but happy as he stands next to Xaden and the biggest blue daggertail you’ve ever seen. You pull them both into a hug, just grateful they’re alive.

“Careful, angel,” Garrick warns, grinning into your hair, “we just might make it out of here.”

You cut Dain off there, yanking back the memory before slamming your shields back up. He can have that moment, but only that moment.

“Threshing,” Dain says. Thank the gods. “She helped another cadet who was being attacked. That’s why Tab chose her, for her kindness.”

You both look at Varrish for further instruction. Your shields have been weakening with every injury you repair, but so have Dain’s abilities. You don’t know how many more rounds either of you can take.

“I think that’s enough for today,” He says, sounding pleased. “I’ll see you again on Wednesday morning, to check your progress. You’re dismissed.”

The sound shield dissipates, the door unlocking. The only evidence is Dain’s blood, smeared across his face and arms, drying on the floor and under your nails. You commit the sight to memory, tucking it into the same folder that holds the death of your parents, and slam the drawer shut.

It takes you five minutes to scrub the blood out of the cracks in your palms and from under your nails. Your fingertips are wrinkled when you step into the gym.

“Why did Tab tell Chradh that you were called into Varrish’s office with Aetos?” Garrick asks, remarkably calm as he toys with one of his smaller daggers.

“Because he’s a meddling mother hen.” You answer, avoiding the question.

“Watch it.” Tab warns. “Tell him the truth, or we will.”

You know he’s not bluffing. “He wanted us to practice our signets on each other.”

“Dain practiced his signet, his memory-reading signet, on you?” He asks, already simmering with anger.

“This morning, he came to me to warn me about Varrish’s plan, and I told him it was okay. I used my shields, and I only showed him what I wanted to. We’re supposed to do it again Wednesday.”

Your eyes communicate something else you won’t say aloud, not in front of everyone, and not when you know Dain might be able to see this conversation in two days. I did this to take the heat off of the others. You know I was the safest choice.

Garrick sighs. “I can’t tell you what to do, but I’d like to state for the record that I hate this plan. Literally everything about it. Except for Aetos being stabbed, maybe.” Of course Chradh told him about that. He’d have been delighted by the news, despising both him and Cath.

You give him a look.

“Okay, fine. I take that back.”

He doesn’t.

By Wednesday, the pain in the bridge of your nose is gone, but your arm is still tender where Dain had been stabbed. Bodhi joins you in the gym, stretching with you for a few minutes before he settles into a plank at your side, his eyes never leaving the door.

Dain does not make an appearance at breakfast, notably absent from the leadership table.

Garrick excuses himself as soon as he sees you stand with your tray, catching you by the doors. “Remember that you’re stronger than both of them in all the ways that matter,” he says quietly. “I’ll find you as soon as you’re done.” You both tap your chest twice before parting ways, as has been your tradition for years -- a reminder that even though you’re leaving, you still hold the other in your heart.

Each step up to Varrish’s office is another reminder of what’s to come when you reach the top. “Cadet Avan,” he greets with another sickening smile. “Just in time. We were beginning to think you weren’t coming.”

Your jaw drops at the sight of Dain slumped into the same chair as last time, bloodied and exhausted.

“Nothing fatal,” Varrish reassures. “Not if you act quickly. Go ahead, get started.”

The Vice Commandant’s words have you on edge as you assess him, looking for gaping wounds or broken bones. Dain winces as your hands move over his ribs, and you whisper an apology, pressing in deeper. When your chest starts to ache, you know it’s time to move on. You mend two broken ribs, dissolve a purple bruise on his arm, and fix a split lip, but Dain still hasn’t woken up.

You turn back to Varrish. “One left,” he says. “Use your head.”

Oh, gods. He’d given Dain a concussion, because he knows the migraine it’ll give you will make it harder to shield. You cradle the second-year’s head in your hands, breathing out deeply as you transfer the pain from his body to yours, healing the bruised tissue. Dain blinks himself awake as you stumble, the room suddenly spinning.

“Well done. Aetos?”

You fumble for the arms of your chair, vision blurring at the edges, but you manage to sit back down.

“Say the word, and I get your mate,” Tab offers. He can probably feel your disorientation, concerned you won’t be able to block Dain out in this state.

“No,” you rasp back. “If he shows up, Varrish will have us practice on him instead.”

You need to pick another memory to satisfy Varrish, something older, but your brain isn’t firing on all cylinders. Dain gives you a moment to gather yourself, a small gesture of mercy.

“A moment of pure happiness,” Tab suggests. “Something with the wingleader and your mate.”

You flip back in the book of your life, nearly all the way to the beginning, opening it to the right page to give to Dain and slipping it under the gate with a nod of your head — you’re ready.

Dain’s hands are warm against your freezing cheeks. A boy no older than five that he recognizes as Garrick crouches under a desk across the room, holding a finger to his lips.

“Wherever could those children possibly be?” Someone muses aloud, and you fight laughter as the voice grows closer, thinking it amusing that this adult has no idea you’re hiding in the curtains.

Footsteps retreat, and Garrick signals for you to move. You make it down the hallway before you see someone searching — presumably whatever parent you’d convinced to play with you. Small hands tug you both behind a plush velvet couch. Xaden.

You press yourselves up against it, trying to be as quiet as possible, watching as a shadow forms on the wall in front of you, then a head peers over the back of the couch — that must be your father. He looks just like you, has the same warm smile.

“One more, and then I need to get back to work,” He says, already moving to cover his eyes and starting to count to one hundred. You each run off in a different direction, and the scene fades there.

“A childhood memory,” Dain says. “Playing hide and seek in her father’s office with Riorson and Tavis.”

Not good enough for Varrish. “Give me something I can use,” he snarls, a Freudian slip, but nothing either of you hadn’t known already.

You flip forward in the book, settling on a page you never look at, that you can’t bear to, but that Varrish will revel in. You rip it out, sliding it under the gate. “Bad,” you whisper, the only warning you can manage.

Dain nods in permission, ready to watch whatever memory you’ve pushed forward.

Someone presses a small stone into your hand, an intricate overlap of shapes and lines engraved on one side, the other perfectly smooth.

“Do not put it down, even for a moment,” your father says. He’s aged between now and the last memory, starting to go gray at his temples. “Keep it in your hand until the end. It will protect you when we can’t.”

He looks next to Garrick. “She is everything good about the world.” He says quietly. “Take care of her.”

Garrick promises he will, and your father pulls you into one last embrace before he leaves. Tears blur your vision, Garrick pulling you close. “It’ll be okay,” he soothes. “They’ll come back.”

Hours pass that Dain can’t see, because you don’t remember them.

There’s an ache in your palm from clutching the stone so hard, the rounded corners digging into your skin. Garrick takes your free hand in his, interlocking your fingers. Then there’s only screaming and fire and rage, heat burning up your arm as it’s marked with inky swirls. Until the end, your father had said. This must have been what he meant.

“Her parents’ execution,” Dain says, a note of genuine hurt in his voice. “They gave each child a runestone before they left, as protection.”

Varrish’s eyes rake over to you. He leans forward, yanking on the leather cord that disappears into the neck of your shirt hard enough to pull your body with it. “A runestone like this one?”

“Yes,” you answer before Dain can, saving him the lie. You shut your eyes, wincing as the cold edge of a knife brushes against your neck and the cord breaks, a single drop of warm blood running down your collarbone. You don’t protest, you can’t, your mind still hazy and eyes wet with tears from reliving the memory with Dain.

“That will be all.” Varrish dismisses. He doesn’t make an appointment for you to come back. He has what he needs.

You stand, relying on your knowledge of the office’s layout to navigate your way forward until the door closes behind you.

“I’m so sorry,” Dain breathes once you’re down the hall far enough to avoid being heard. “If I had known,”

“It’s okay. The rune is long dead, and he has no idea how to recreate it. I’m just glad he didn’t hurt you again.” You blink, trying to clear your head. How are you going to get down all these stairs? You can hardly see.

“Here,” he says quietly, extending a hand. You take it, letting him loop an arm over his shoulders — your right, the one that Varrish hadn’t bruised black and blue on Dain — and lead you one step at a time.

You’re halfway down when you hear heavy footsteps running up the stairs. Garrick. He’d promised he’d find you when you were done. He doesn’t spare a glance at Dain, gathering you into his arms and apologizing when he puts pressure on your not-broken ribs.

Dain watches as the older boy carries you down the rest of the stairs, murmuring reassurances to you all the while. Your father’s words echo in his mind. “Take care of her.”

Garrick Tavis is a man of his word.

#garrick tavis #garrick tavis x reader #reader insert #fourth wing fanfic #iron flame fanfic #garrick tavis imagine #fourth wing x reader #fourth wing imagine #throwing this into the void for the three Garrick girlies out there!#liam fic next??#mine #Garrick and Angel

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shaybreezy-17 · 9 months

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Zoro Gets Horny on Accident (Zoro x Reader)

rlly short post but i had this idea pop up in my head so i figured why not write it up rq lol, TW: a widdle bit steamy so don’t read if you’re younger than like 16 pls, thx. (oh and! leave suggestions in the comments, pretty please! or send me a dm!)

You and Zoro wandered around the forest. You leaned against him, clutching your bloodied side, trying to control your breathing.

“Oi, Y/N. Stay with me. Need you to tell me where to go, okay? Gotta get you to Chopper and the rest.”

“Damn you and your shitty sense of direction.” You let out a weak chuckle. “Just this once I’d like to shut my brain off and let you take me the right way.”

You clutched your side even harder, wincing in pain. Every step you took shot a burning sensation through your core. Your hand was soaked in blood, but you dug it further against your wound. “Ah! Fuck.”

“Let me carry you.” Zoro sighed.

“No.” You retorted instantly, insecure that you’d be too heavy for him.

“It’s not even a request at this point, Y/N. You can barely stand on your feet. I’m carrying you.” He snapped back, annoyance in his tone.

You attempted to whine in protest. “Zoro! What if I’m too-”

But he stopped you in your tracks, “Don’t you dare say you’re too heavy for me. I lift 30 on weights.”

“POUNDS?” You gasped, ready to push yourself off of him.

“You serious?” He scoffed. “Tons, you idiot.”

He carried you over his shoulder as he continued on through the forest. You relaxed on top of him, once your initial anxiety went away and you realized Zoro wasn’t just good with his sword, but he was insanely strong.

“First battle as a Straw Hat and I’m already dying.” You joked, attempting to alleviate the silence and get your mind off of the immense pain you were in.

“Not dead yet.” Zoro’s eyes met yours for a split second. “Keep going straight?”

You looked over your shoulder, facing ahead. “Uh, yeah.”

After an hour of trying to remember how to get back while trying not to pass out, Zoro finally got you back to the Sunny.

“Zoro! What happened to her?” Chopper cried out, rushing to aid you.

“She- that idiot- she stepped into my fight. It was me against two-”

“He was going for your back when you were distracted with the other guy! Was I just supposed to watch?” You cut in.

“I had it under control!” Zoro hissed back.

Chopper sighed, cleaning your wound and adding antiseptic. “Just take her to her room and be careful those bandages don’t come loose!”

He set you down on the mattress, careful as told.

“Zoro?”

“Hm?”

“Mind if we talk?”

He sat at the edge of the bed, facing down at his lap.

“I’m sorry.” You began, “I shouldn’t have doubted you, I’m sure you had it under control. I just got so scared watching him lunge at you with your back turned at him…”

“I know.” He looked at you. “I don’t know if I did have it under control, actually. So, uh, thank you. But don’t do it ever again.”

You let out a soft chuckle. He made you feel like you were gonna throw up, in the best way possible… if that made any sense at all.

You sat up against the headboard, stretching your arms out toward him. “Come give me a hug, Zo.”

He laughed, nervously, cheeks turning slightly pink. “You can’t just say that to me, idiot!”

Despite his words, he shifted closer to you.

You took it as a sign to slowly wrap your arms around him. You felt a small tinge of pain in your side, but you didn’t care. Zoro was letting you hug him.

After a couple moments, he motioned for you to sit in his lap. You slowly crawled over and straddled him.

You leaned into him, face resting in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his body.

“Seems you got pretty comfortable.” He scoffed, holding in a smile.

“Mmm, how could I not?” You yawned. “You’re so big and strong, I could lay on you forever.”

He lifted the two of you up and got into bed, wrapping the covers over the both of you. With you still on top of him, he wrapped an arm around your lower back. He used his free hand to lazily play with your hair.

The two of you began to doze in and out of consciousness. He was already a sleepy boy to begin with, but the sweet scent coming off of you made him feel like he was drifting on a nice, fluffy cloud. The fresh smell of your hair draping off your shoulders and the way your warm body clung onto his. He couldn’t help but notice how incredibly soft your skin was…

You were experiencing a similar sense of comfort and euphoria. His body made you feel so small in comparison. The way you laid on top of him, yet felt like he was all around you. The way you felt his muscles flex with each and every movement he made, each time he rubbed the small of your back, or ran his calloused fingers through your hair. The way that each time he whispered “Still doin okay?” made you want to kiss the very lips those words were coming out of.

You moved your head away from his neck, back up to face him. He stared back at you, eyes barely open. He seemed so peaceful with the way he looked at you with the dreamiest eyes. It was that same drunken look he’d give his sake before taking another swig of it. “Y/N.” He whispered, “Its like, you-you’ve got me in some sort of trance.”

You giggled softly. “You’re just horny and don’t know what to do with yourself.”

“Man, this was a bad idea. You on me like this…”

He sighed deeply, trying to regain his composure, but the way your back felt so soft against his hand… he couldn’t help but dig into your soft skin, gripping you firmly.

You gasped at the sudden gesture. “What’s wrong with me?” He practically growled. “I’m so hungry for you all of a sudden.”

“Have you never been turned on by a woman before?” You adjusted yourself on top of him, feeling him grow harder below you.

“I-I don’t think so.” Zoro gulped. “I feel so helpless, I don’t like this.”

“Should I get off?” You whispered, grinding against the hardness in his pants.

“F-fuck.” Zoro let out a low moan, failing miserably at concealing his arousal toward you. “I don’t want you to, that’s the problem.”

#one piece #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #anime #fluff #manga #smutty #zoro x y/n

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sweetpinkchampagne · 6 months

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sinful I

18+ readers only please lovelies!! (this is for a reason please listen<3)

little synopsis: the reader is tonys daughter (he had her young, canon doesnt exist) theres tension between you and stephen, an obvious age gap keeping you from eachother (26, 40). theyre 'trapped' in an elevator together and the tension crumbles.

pronouns: female pronouns are used

relationship: fem reader x stephen strange not established relationship

note: i do not know what possessed me to write this shit, i will not apologise. i love you <333

warnings: defined age gap, stephen being possessive, controlling smut, dd/lg kind offf, petnames

you could always tell when stephen strange was in a room you were in without even looking. he was the type of man who had one of those commanding prescenses, maybe it was his ego you thought to yourself. either way, for weeks you had continuously been trying to block him out of the forefront of your mind. but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't shake his presence. it was like he was a part of your subconscious, a part of you that you never wanted to acknowledge.

you knew that you had to find a way to cope with his presence or it was going to drive you crazy. you had to find a way to remove him from your thoughts. you had to find a way to make him go away. you could swear he knew how infatuated you were with him, how you’d drift off in meetings with thoughts of him racing through your mind. you wanted to wipe that god awful smirk off his face, and the way he looked at you like a starving wolf. that look terrified you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your stomach flip. fucking Christ.

he was 40 years old. the thick grey streaks that run through his tousled hair becoming prominent. he carried himself with authority, his body language conveying strength and confidence. his eyes were sharp and focused, his expression serious and determined. you shook him out of your thoughts, standing in the empty elevator, holding a binder you were supposed to speak about at an avengers meeting. something important about presenting to the government. it was an important event, not the type of meeting you’d show up to in your training gear. your eyes met his shiny leather dress shoes. shit.

“stark.” he confidently spoke in his baritone voice nodding at you, his scarred hand extending to hold the elevator open before he stepped in silently, standing tantilizingly close to you. closer than any other coworker would.

“oh. good morning, stephen.” you spoke back softly, anxiously tapping your foot. it wasn’t the meeting you were anticipating. you were met with silence as he pushed the button to go to the floor of the meeting you were both attending. the elevator slowly went up.

“you seem nervous, stark.” he looked straight ahead, not making eye contact with you.

“just not a public speaker, that's all.” you managed to squeak out. you could tell he was smirking, that sick bastard knew what he was doing. you couldnt. you were only 26, and here you stood head over heels for some magical doctor who’s ego towers over him. suddenly the sound of clanging pipes could be heard followed by a deafening screeching. the elevator came to a halt, but the doors stayed closed. stephen scoffed and hit the ‘open door’ button. nothing. he chuckled under his breath.

“we can miss this meeting. oh please no.” you started pressing the button as you panicked.

“oh come on darling, it’s not as if this is the worst situation in the world, is it?” he stood facing you. darling. get fucked.

“i don’t know what game you’re playing, strange. now could you just portal us out of here?” you checked your watch. “we’re 7 minutes late.”

“i don’t have my sling ring on me, not exactly something you bring to an all-important government meeting, now is it?” you sighed, that sarcastic attitude would be the death of you.

“why don’t we just sit tight, mm? nobody is going to come save you, they’re all busily writing notes on something some superfical united nations member has to say.” he stared into your eyes, clearly unbothered. you nodded, what else could you do? you were stuck. slowly backing against the metal back panel of the elevator, you slowly slid down in defeat, sitting on the cold metal with your legs stretched out. he did the same.

“wouldn’t want to dirty that suit.” you mumbled, annoyed that you were here, stuck with the last person you’d want to be in a confined space with.

“wouldn’t want to dirty that pretty little dress. oh. that’s right, daddy will just buy you a new one, won't he?” te bit back. being tony’s daughter had its perks, but many people mistook you for a spoiled brat.

“what, you tight on money or something, strange? need me to spot you? buy you lunch?” you scoffed. he laughed, loosening his tie and sighing from relief. you crossed your legs in response, he's almost your fathers age, why are you pressing your thighs together? jesus - you thought to yourself.

she looked over at him, his collar was turned up on one side after he loosened his tie. you leaned over the cold metal floors and reached him.

“oh here. let me fix this for you.” you whispered, stumbling as you ended up straddling him as you fixed his collar, his hot breath fanning your face as you were inches away from eachother.

“hi darling..” he whispered seductively. you were burning red, your mouth slightly parted as you sat there flushed and frozen.

“dont get all shy on me now, hm?” he laughed, his scarred fingers reaching to trace the side of your jaw.

“stephen.. we can’t. it would be wrong. this is sinful” you whispered against his lips.

“then why does it feel so right? i see the way you look at me. the way your breath hitches in your throat when i walk in front of you. the way you stumble over your words when you speak to me. tell me this is wrong one more time, and I’ll leave. we'll stop.” he stated, looking at your lips and then gazing back into your eyes. you kept your eyes on him and your heart raced. you knew that what you were doing was wrong, but you couldn't help it.

you wanted to stay. he was hypnotizing, it was cruel. you launched closer into his embrace, kissing him passionately as if he was the last man you’d ever kiss. he groaned softly into your mouth in shock but quickly moved one hand up the side of your hips and the other was holding the side of your cheek. you felt a warmth spread through your body as his lips moved against yours, and you felt yourself getting lost in the moment. you pulled away reluctantly, your heart still pounding as your eyes met his.

he lingered there for a moment, and then his lips curved into a knowing smile as he slowly pulled away. he was aware of your attraction and you were both enjoying it. he rested both of his hands on your lower back, holding your hips as you were sitting in the same position. he slowly moved you forward, rocking you, the friction was you were grinding on him creating warmth and longing to be touched. you were inexperienced, shy. no man had ever made you feel like this and you couldnt help but softly moan into his ear and he moved you. he did all the work, picking up the pace and praising you.

“that feels good, huh baby? oh fuck. keep making those pretty noises for me. anyone ever made you feel like this?” he groaned, watching you sinfully as you rocked your lips back and forth against his lap. you closed you eyes in embarrassment. the answer was no. you shook your head gently, rocking against him, mewling.

"atta girl" he groaned in your ear.

“oh stephen..shit.” you moaned, louder than before. he grabbed your waist, stopping you.

“keep moving, and i won't be able to stop. at least let me be a gentlemen” he scooped you up and slid his sling ring out of his coat pocket.

“you dirty liar!” you scoffed in his arms as he opened a portal.

“oh come on sweetheart, you know i always have it on me.” he chuckled, walking through the portal. you were in his bedroom. the dark oak panelled walls of the sanctum were glossy and rich. the 4 post bed was the star of the room, overshadowing everything else. he laid you down on the bed. part of you expected him to be sweet and gentle with you, caring almost. tt was almost as if he could read your mind.

“i’m bad for you baby. i want to be selfish with you, i’ve wanted this for so long.” he said as he threw his suit jacket to the floor and the clinging of his unbuckling belt made you whine.

"be a good girl for me, yeah baby?" you were about to lie on your stomach so he could unzip your dress, but without hesitation he knelt straddling you. He placed his scarred hands on the neckline of your dress and ripped it down the middle as if it was paper.

#doctor strange #doctor strange fanfic #stephen strange #stephen strange fanfiction #stephen strange x you #doctor stephen strange #stephen strange smut

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lunarwritesthings · 3 months

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☆— The Unfortunate Move —☆

Paring: Edge x Gn!Reader

Fandom: Wwe

Request: No

Summary: When a move in the match goes wrong, but no one realizes until you haven't moved since being pinned. What happens when your tag team partner and friend realizes and drops everything for you?

A/N: This doesn't exactly take place in a certain year, besides being after Edge got his neck injury.....I also may have left the ending open incase people want a second part. 👀

Life can change all too quickly, one minute you can be in the match of your career the next minute you can be unmoving on the matt. Then next thing you know your waking up in the hospital with a broken neck. However let's start for the beginning.

The title at stake, the crowd at their feet, and the moment to take home the crown. The sign you've made it to the top. It's one of the most important matches in a wrestler's career.

The match was going well, I had the upper hand and I was so close to winning. My tag team partner and good friend Edge was standing ringside, watching in a mix of awe and excitement. He had been helping keep control, by cheating a little...hey we're heels! Cheating is one of many ways we win.

Out of nowhere it all went wrong and the match was falling apart. After a mis-step by my unlucky opponent, I was thrown off balance and landed awkwardly on my neck. A collective gasp could be heard from the fans at the sight of my landing.

The world looked fuzzy to me, I was trying to process what happened. Once I started to piece together what happened, I started to freak out. I couldn't move, my body felt like it was made out of bricks.

It's hard to focus on the sounds around me, however i could faintly made out someone's theme music then Edge talking but I couldn't understand what he was saying.

The fan watched in horror as they realized something wasn't right. I failed to move from where I had been pinned. I was going in and out of consciousness. The silence from the fans finally got to Edge. He looked around until his eyes landed on me. The mic he was holding was thrown to the side.

After a few seconds, my vision cleared up a little bit. I could now make out a face of someone a few inche away from mine. At first, I thought it was just an illusion. But then I looked at Edge.

He had a confused and concerned look on his face. His eyes were wide open, and his eyebrows were raised slightly. “Are you alright?” His voice was gentle yet full of concern. As the adrenaline faden from my body the real pain from my neck finally hit.

It was becoming more difficult to think straight, and my vision was becoming blurry. My breathing was becoming more shallow, and it felt like I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.

I could tell that Edge was looking at me with genuine concern, and my head started to feel like it was spinning. The pain from my injury was almost too much to handle. Before I knew it my vision had gone black.

As I slowly come to, realizing that I'm in a hospital bed. my vision is still blurry, but I can see Edge sitting beside me, a small smile on his face. He looks relieved to see that I've woken up.

"Thank god you're awake," Edge says softly. I tried to speak, but my throat is still extremely sore and dry from my injury, making it difficult to talk. Edge leans in closer, his voice full of concern, "How are you feeling?"

I try to sit up, but Edge gently pushes me back down. "Take it easy," he says. "You've been through a lot." I notice that he's still smiling, but I can tell there's more he wants to say.

"I need to explain what happened," Edge continues. He looks over at me, his eyes filled with concern once more. This couldn't be good. Edge takes a deep breath and looks back at you, his eyes still full of concern.

"Your injury is similar to the one I got." he says. I remember that incidents, and the matches that sent Edge into the hospital after suffering a broken neck.

"It's a serious injury, and it needs to be treated carefully," Edge continues. "I need to make sure you're ok. I'm not leaving your side until I absolutely have too." I was heartbroken. Just as I was about to reach the top, my career is over. My dream was shattered.

Edge stares at me, his eyes full of understanding and sympathy. "I know this is hard, but it's important that we take good care of this injury. We can't rush this process. There will be ups and downs, but we'll get through this together."

Edge offers a comforting smile, and I find myself smiling back. The atmosphere is becoming lighter and more optimistic.

Me and Edge continue to have a discussion about my injury and how to properly manage it. Edge encourages me to rest and take it easy, and I nod in agreement. As I'm talking, Edge's face softens and he smiles gently.

"We'll get through this," Edge reassures me. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." I smile back, feeling more and more reassured by Edge's presence.

Maybe my future hold a return to the ring, but for now I'll focus on healing and having Edge by my side to help.

#wwe imagine #edge wwe x reader #edge wwe #wwe fic #fluff #wwe x reader #edge wwe fluff #edge x reader #adam copeland

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bihanspookies · 3 months

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Please can your write headcanons or drabbles or something about their s/o (separately) finding Jin and Kazuya’s devil forms hot and they want to have sex with them in that form

ANON YOURE FREAKY AND I LOVE IT BC ME TOO

First of all if you’re not familiar with their devil forms then:

Jin

Kazuya

Jin:

• When you first bring it up, he is to say the least, flabbergasted lmao. He actually puts a hand to your forehead to check if you’re sick and having delusions and when feels that you’re fine then he asks you again if you were serious.

• He wants reasons, like legit reasons as to why you would want to have sex with his devil form and you just straight up tell him the truth that you find it attractive.

• He’s not quite sure how to feel about it bc on one hand he’s oddly flattered that you find him attractive even in that state but on the other hand he’s worried about the risks and potentially harming you. Sure he has full control now but he’s fearful that he might slip.

• Before you get into the actual sex, he’ll shift into his devil form and strip naked so you can actually see what you’ll be working with. Stands tall and secretly proud as you admire him in his naked glory, asking for permission to touch him. When your fingers graze his skin and go across his wings, it takes him a moment to collect himself and not pounce on you right there.

• It’s not as intense if you touch his horns but with you so close to his face he can see the admiration and lust in your eyes.

• He wants to touch you back but is hesitant and wants to wait for your okay. When you give it to him he’ll put his hands on your waist, the tips of his claws lightly piercing your skin. You’re so soft and delicate in his hands and it makes think how easily he could shred into you and the thought scares him a bit.

• When you finally do get to the intimacy, he’ll skip using his hands on you bc he doesn’t really trust his claws to not cut you like paper 💀so he’ll use lube to prep you better. He will happily have you go down on him and when you do it’s like heaven. His voice is much deeper and rougher in his devil form so when he grunts and tells you how could it feels, it shoots straight into your center.

• Stops you before he could let himself truly get into it because the more he sees how needy you are to fuck him in this form the more he wants to oblige and cater to it. He’ll lay you down on your bed and hover above you, asking you one more time if you’re sure this is what you want. You tell him yes and he kisses you, passionately to convey his love and happiness in the trust you have for him. And also to distract you as he slowly pushes himself into you.

• When Jin transforms into Devil Jin he gets a bit bigger and you knew that. You just didn’t know that everything would get bigger. He doesn’t get longer but he does get thicker. When you feel him start slip himself in and the stretch is a bit more tense than usual, you flex your fingers into his arms, trying to relax your muscles to take him in. He pauses and kisses your forehead, whispering to tell him it’s okay if you want to stop or slow down. You tell him to give you a moment to adjust, bringing your arms around his neck to pull him close and kissing his throat. It makes him groan and he asks how you’re doing and if he’s okay to move. You tell him yeah and he sinks all the way in.

• Devil Jin starts off slow, not wanting to overwhelm you but he feels how you’re clamping around him, how your sweet whimpers hit his ears and it isn’t long before he’s picking up the pace and fucking you hard. You can feel how he slowly loses control, his hips slapping against yours, chest pressed snuggly to you as he breathes heavily into your neck. You can tell he’s holding back and if you’re gonna fuck Devil Jin you’re GONNA fuck Devil Jin. You tell him it’s okay, that he can go a bit harder and boy does he go harder.

• Tells you to hold onto him, your hands going to his shoulder. He tells you no and to go higher.

• Yeah his horns.

• The longer and harder he fucks you the more he lets loose and you can tell bc of how his wings twitch and flex every so often. His face is contorted in sweet bliss, one hand gripping the headboard and the other clawing into the pillow next to your head.

• He turns his head towards your wrist, your pulse beating erratically and he bares his teeth with his fangs gleaming softly in the light. His eyes flash red and snap to yours, waiting for permission. You give him the okay and he licks your salty skin before sinking his teeth in just enough to puncture you. It sends an electric shock up your spine, your body arching up while Jin buries his face in your neck and gives another small bite.

• He actually growls when you tell him you’re about to come, your hands brushing against his wings and it sends him into his orgasm. He moans beautifully in your ear as his seed fills you up, hips still rolling to make sure he rides out every second of it.

• He’ll lift himself off you and pull out, watching him pour from your hole and it’s a sight to be seen with his eyes only.

• Jin may not have a breeding kink but Devil Jin? Hell yeah.

Kazuya:

• Honestly… he laughs lmao

• Like a full belly clutching his stomach laugh when you tell him you want to have sex with his devil form.

• He thinks you’re crazy (maybe a little more than him) for wanting to do so.

• Until you basically start complimenting him, giving light touches across his body, small teasing kisses on his neck and shoulders. He is unfortunately melting like butter but he won’t show it and let you know exactly what you’re doing to him.

• To see you so needy to fuck his devil certainly has his pants tighten.

• He tells you he’ll do it but don’t expect this to be a regular thing.

• When he shifts he can practically see the heart eyes bulging from your skull. It makes him feel good, a pep in his step, a twitch in his cock, a boost to his ego that even in this monstrous form you STILL want to fuck him.

• He knows you asked for this but he’s gonna take control of the situation. In his human form he’s normally the dominate one. He’s not a mean dom per se but you tend to follow his dance to the song rather than your own.

• Things go as normal; you blow him, you touch each other (he’s more careful with his nails), like Jin he opts to skip out on using his fingers inside you. As much as he’d like to see it, he’d rather not fly over to the hospital at this time of night.

• He has you ride him with your chest to his back, sitting on the edge of the bed. There’s a large mirror propped at the opposite wall so you can watch the way he fucks you, how much his devil forms dwarfs over your body.

• Devil Kazuya’s got one hand splayed on your thigh with the other wrapped around your throat. He’s growling low in your ear how good you feel around him, how his cock fits snugly inside you. Like Jin he also gets bigger except he gets longer and thicker.

• Tells you to fuck yourself, to work on his cock while he watches, watches you struggle to take him all in. His wings stretch wide when he bottoms out, throws his head back and laughs when he feels your muscles spasm around him.

• After that all hell breaks loose lmao.

• Grips your thigh and throat harder and begins to actually fuck you hard, loving how your eyes rolls into the back of your head.

• Let’s ignore the fact that his abs are CRYSTALIZED—

• He fucks you on his lap for a while before laying back on the bed with you on top and proceeding in the position.

• He’ll skim his nose up your neck, whisper hotly in your ear, drag his claws down your skin.

• He’ll tease you for being such a good pet for him.

• Pinches your nipples bc he wants to see you squeal under him.

• When you try to tell him that you’re close, he’ll clamp a hand over your mouth and flip you over to keep fucking you on your stomach. Scratch down your back and grip your ass cheek to hold you tight while he pounds into you.

• When he’s about to cum he’ll pull out and hold off, turning you back over to face him. He locks eyes with you as he inserts himself back in, leaning down to kiss you and swallow your moans as he starts thrusting once more.

• You clutch onto his horns, touch his wings and grip them so tight that it has him grunting, slamming his hips harder until he finally cums inside you.

• He’ll hold himself against you, breathing heavily and dragging a hand over your body while asking if he’s hurt you anywhere.

• You tell him no and he mutters a quiet ‘good’ before pulling out. The sight of his cum dripping out has blood rushing to his cock again and he wants to take you for another round.

• You can see the way he stares, face hard as he watches himself seep out your hole while massaging your thighs. You call his name softly and he slowly looks up at you, eyes blinking in wait.

• “Give me 5 and I’ll be good.”

• All he gives you is that smug little smirk and a swift pat on the thigh.

• Maybe fucking him in his devil form would be a regular thing.

#devil jin #jin kazama #kazuya mishima #devil kazuya #Kazuya x reader #devil Jin x reader #tekken #my writings #asks

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justwritedreams · 1 year

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Just me and you | Sehun

Idol Sehun x Reader

Word count: 1193 Genre: fluff, kinda angst Author: maari Warnings: reader being jealous yeah that's it Note: it's short but i just love it 😭 Request: can I request a sehun x reader we’re reader is jealous of Sejong and sehun and reader get in a fight over him spending a lot of time with Sejong and he said something mean and ignores reader and she brakes down crying with a happy ending

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Y/N had nothing to be jealous of.

She always repeated this to herself ever since she started dating Sehun.

He was with her, all the time he had free was dedicated to her and even with his busy schedule, he made video calls or sent photos and videos of what he was doing, to try to make up for the fact that he wasn't by her side always.

And that was okay because she understood his job and would never put herself in the position of the possessive and jealous girlfriend, she would never make him cut ties with anyone who was spending more time with him than she was.

Because again, she understood.

But in the last few days when Sehun was filming a new series, moving his entire schedule forward before the new comeback and before he enlisted, the fact that Sejeong was his scene partner again was eating away at her reason from the inside.

Y/N liked her, there was nothing wrong with the girl, she was funny, talented, beautiful. And that was the problem.

Because the more Sehun spent time with his co-worker, the more insecure Y/N became, she compared herself all the time to Sejeong and she felt bad about it.

But she couldn't help it.

Y/N had gone to Sehun's house to take care of Vivi, she always did when he spent more time away from home, and since the pet had had a medical procedure on the paw, using that weird protection in the neck, she didn't think twice going there and taking care of Vivi.

"I will not take too long." he said, walking back into the room and Y/N raised an eyebrow as his scent swept across the room quickly before he did. "It's script reading but it's going to be quick."

"Is that all it will be?" she asked as he walked over to rub Vivi's belly who was lying on Y/N's lap.

Sehun looked at her confused.

"I didn't understand." he kissed Y/N's cheek quickly and she bit her tongue to keep from sounding rude.

She had no reason.

"Last time you said you wouldn't be long, you ended up going to a restaurant." she recalled, trying to lighten her tone.

"I told you I couldn't refuse." he remembered, standing up straight. "The show's producers were there, it would be rude of me."

Y/N looked away, annoyed and decided not to say anything.

But it didn't help much since Sehun saw in her face that there was something wrong.

“What is it?” he asked, putting his wallet in his pants pocket. Y/N shook her head. "Oh come on, love, tell me!"

"Will Sejeong be there?" she didn't want the venom in her tongue to sound in her voice but it was impossible and when she looked at Sehun, he was frowning, scrutinizing her to make sure she was serious.

"Oh no, you're not going to start that." he laughed in disbelief.

"I just want to know." she defended herself. "Because, everywhere you go, she's there. It's on a variety show, she's doing a photoshoot in the same building as you."

"Because literally our agendas are unintentionally bumping into each other." he said in a matter-of-fact tone and she huffed, rolling her eyes.

"Of course, and I'm Santa Claus." she replied ironically and he put his hands on his hips.

"Seriously, you want to fight over my co-worker?" he asked, sounding tired.

"I don't want to fight about her!" she took a deep breath, trying not to raise her voice. "But you spend more time with her than me, it makes me upset." she admitted.

"I don't spend more time with her because I want to but because it's part of my job."

Y/N crossed her arms, annoyed. Mainly because she knew he was right but at the same time she was furious because she couldn't control what she felt.

"Fine, Sehun, as you wish."

She heard him chuckle once more and glared at him, he was angry and hurt.

"You knew all this when you started dating me, if you can't control your jealousy then you shouldn't be with me." he spoke firmly, she stared at him a little surprised. "Don't try to be the controlling girlfriend with me because you know it won't work out."

Y/N felt her heart sink, he was serious. She didn't want him to misunderstand but the intonation in her voice sure made him understand what she didn't want.

"Sehu, I-" she tried to get up from the couch but he turned and stormed out of the house. "Sehun!" she called but the door had already been slammed, leaving only the trail of his perfume.

She felt the tears come and she collapsed on the couch anyway, feeling like an idiot.

Vivi laid it head in Y/N's lap as if to comfort her and she actually cried, stroking the pet's fur.

"I’m a fool." she told Vivi.

She was afraid that Sehun didn't want her anymore, and a good part of her was saying that he wouldn't be wrong.

Y/N stayed the whole time with Vivi, crying and wiping away her tears as if somehow making her forget the tightness in her heart.

She didn't even notice the time running.

When she heard the door open, she saw the time on the phone and when she realized that Sehun had arrived exactly at the time he said, she felt bad.

She figured he would come back much later on purpose, she knew the boyfriend and when he was mad all he did was be alone.

That's why she got up from the couch, with a headache from crying so much, and grabbed her bag without saying anything even though she felt Sehun's eyes on her.

With her head down, she prepared to leave but Sehun stopped her when she passed beside him, holding her lightly by the arm.

Y/N took a deep breath before looking up at him.

Neither of them said anything for a while, they just stared at each other trying to find the right words.

"I'm sorry." he said and she swallowed, not wanting to cry again.

"You're right, I don't have the right to control your life." she shrugged, looking away.

"No, I was wrong. It's unfair that I don't spend more time with you."

Y/N smiled sadly.

"It's your job, Sehun."

He took the opportunity to touch her chin, making her look at him again.

"And it's my obligation as a boyfriend to make time for you."

Sehun caressed Y/N's swollen face with a furrowed brow, he was analyzing her because he knew she had been crying.

And then he hugged her tightly, enveloping her whole body as if he would make her disappear in that embrace.

Y/N felt welcomed, loved, it was enough to sniff against his chest.

"No matter what they've scheduled for me, next month we're going on a trip." Sehun kissed the top of her head, and she smiled widely. "Just me and you."

Y/N liked this plan much better.

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roohuh · 1 year

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Music, Dancing, and Trauma

Part 33 of Obliviate

Ominis X MC

Summary: Ominis and MC are having a romantic moment when Ominis can no longer hold on the question of what happened the night MC went into the mansion.

Warnings: trauma, panic attack, angst

A warm fire crackles in the background as soft piano music serenades you and Ominis. He is offering you a hand with a confident warm smile playing on his lips. You watch the low light of the fire dance in his eyes as you stand in the dark living room of your home.

“But I don’t know how to dance.” You mumble transfixed by his sightless gaze. The hand stays, silently beckoning you to his side. Pursing your lips nervously you join him in the middle of the room. A delicate hand is placed on your waist while the other takes a more commanding lead. You gasp slightly as he pulls you in close. Your heart is racing as his feet start to move across the floor leading you assertively. His smile is warm and loving, never turning away, fixes softly on you as you dance. Under the sightless gaze you blush and lay your head on his chest, closing your eyes. The piano plays the fire crackles and the two of you just dance. You feel as if you are floating across the floor. Nothing else seems to matter as you sway.

“I love you.” He whispers into your hair.

“I love you too.”

More music, more swaying. Sneaking a look up at Ominis, you notice his face now appears lost in thought as you dance.

“What is wrong?” You ask. He lets out a soft breath, brows punch together, he stops dancing. Piano music rings out in the background as he asks.

“What happened? The night you went into my brother's home.” Ashamed you look at the floor dropping your arms. He takes your hand with tender care.

“My love, nothing you can say will make me love you any less.” Tears fill your eyes; you want to tell him, you have been aching to tell him, but you are so afraid to tell him.

“Ominis…” you breathe pressing your forehead to his. More piano music.

“I can’t.” Then something occurs to you. You press your wand to the side of your head delicately pulling at the string of a memory. Placing it in an empty bottle which was laying on the table, you tentatively present the bottle to Ominis. Wordlessly he takes the glass giving you a strange look.

“There is a pensive in the Undercroft at Hogwarts. Pour this in there and you can have the answer you are looking for… don’t make me relive it.” Ominis takes your face in his hands, kissing you delicately.

“I will only go if you want me to. These are your memories and I would never force you to share them.” Smiling weakly you fight your tears.

“They are yours now.” Ominis pulls away a serious look on his face.

“Will you be alright if I leave?” The idea of him leaving causes your stomach to turn. Will I be alright? You wonder.

“I will. Just come straight back. No matter what, come straight back to me. Do not go there…” Again Ominis takes you in his arms kissing you.

“My love…” he murmurs. Pushing him away you order.

“Go now. Then return to me.” Face going dark he nods. In an instant he is gone. You suck in a sharp breath sinking to the ground, glad Sebastian had taken Anne into town, hoping Ominis would be back before they are. Your body is shaking as you relent to the cry.

What feels like an eternity passes before Ominis returns, tears freely flowing down his face. In an instant you are wrapped in protective arms while silent sobs shake his body. The two of you cling to each other, neither one unable to conjure any words. His grip on you seems desperately protective.

“I am sorry…” you whisper.

“Stop. Do not say that. My brother… never say that again…” he can barely speak through his emotions, the overwhelming shame of letting this happen cripples him. You can feel Ominis’ breath get rapid and uneven as be begins to lose control. Feeling a strange sense of calm you take his head and hold it to your chest trying to breathe as evenly and calmly as you can.

“I am okay. I am here. We are safe.” Ominis matches his breathing to yours growing silent and calm. You stroke his hair feeling him start to relax. Fire crackles the piano still plays softly. Ominis’ voice is deadly and calm as eventually he speaks.

“MC, please understand I have to go and deal with him. This will not go unpunished.”

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #fanfic #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #harry potter hogwarts game #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis x you #ominis fluff #sebastian sallow

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man11c · 1 year

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Xavier x Reader - Maybe a few more lessons. Pt 8.

Plot - During second term, you join Nevermore Academy. One of the first things you do is join the archery club, and from there you get to know Xavier Thorpe. At first he seems head over heels for Wednesday, but maybe at some point he'll see something in you? In school, you go through many dilemmas which you need to solve.

Part 8

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Xaviers words repeated themselves on your mind, a loop which you kept restarting whenever it ended. Your reply wasn't as well thought out as you wanted it to be. It was more joking and sarcastic. You and Xavier still had a good night. But you did leave your date hanging. He watched as you went off with another guy who held you in his arms so tender. What surprised you, is that Bianca said nothing. She left the two of you alone and just watched with a smile plastered on her face. Too soon you had to leave Xaviers arms but you held on that extra moment you could. Both faces mirroring each others wide grin when you took a step away from him. This year, no pranks happened, and the dance went smoothly which was just great. So far, so good no outrageous fiasco pulled to ruin the night. Everyone was so relieved. "I need a drink after that, I'll be back." You were warm and thirsty now with the dancing. Xavier gave you a brief nod before watching as you disappeared into the crowd of people behind you. Trying to get by all the jammed people that flailed their arms around in the air almost whacking you a few good times. The line was longer than you expected for drinks to be served up but you stood in the line slightly giddy, still thinking of how Xavier held you. A small tingle in your stomach caused by the simple thought of it all. It was too good... maybe just too good.

Bianca made her move, walking over to Xavier with a concerned look on her face and she got a blank face in return. "Xavier, you need to he careful. She's manipulating you!" Biancs exclaimed to him while you weren't around. Xavier shook his head and put his head back in annoyance. "Bianca stop talking nonsense...I know you're jealous but-" Xavier was rudely cut off with Bianca butting straight in. "No listen to me. Think about it, you were madly inlove with Wednesday, you wouldn't give up... and the second she came? You are suddenly acting like this... Xavier open your eyes!" Bianca persisted, she played on a serious expression with concern that flourished in her eyes. They were hypnotic. Xavier was already a weary guy, who's been hurt by things like this. "She didn't even want to go to the dance with you... she likes the vampire guy. Xavier, listen to me she's usuing you." Bianca took her seat next to Xavier and reached for his hand, cupping it in hers as she looked at Xavier.

Xavier looked... puzzled. Lowering his head as his eyes pranced around the floor. He thought about it again and again. It made sense to him. He was all over Wednesday up until you came to school. Fear and concern struck him. Darting his gaze towards Bianca, who looked at him softly. "She got expelled because she did something similar at her past school... she told me it all. That's why I've been so defensive." Bianca lied straight through her teeth. It's what she was good at. And when matters came to her ex, she still had feelings for - she'd pull far stretches. Xavier shook his head in disbelief, raising his hand to rub his temples as he felt a cluster of emotions hitting him at once. Slowly his mind trapped itself in a defensive mechanism, believing what he was told. Bianca looked so concerned. Xavier let out a shaky breath as a wave of anger hit over him. Standing up abruptly from his seat before storming off, rushing out of the building and shoving past people roughly just to get a gasp of air. It all made too much sense. You could control minds.. invade them. Xavier himself said it.

You manipulated minds.

The feeling of denial dwindled in his inked heart that gave into the accusations. Bianca watched with a tainted smile on her face, the same tainted smile she had been watching you with.

You were taking a look around as you still stood in line. You saw how Xavier rushed out the dance. He seemed angry? What on earth could have happened in the short while when you were away. Concerned, you went out of the queue despite waiting so long already - you had to go check on Xavier to make sure he was alright. Snaking your way through the people around you to finally get outside to see Xavier leaving? "Xavier! Xavier hold on!" You call out, picking up your pace to go after him.

Xavier snapped his eyes on you, a face full of anger as he looked at you. It wasn't the soft face you had been used to. "Leave me the hell alone. I shouldn't even be surprised you'd do such a thing!" He raised his voice at you, making you slow down in your tracks. Your face of concern turned into a lost expression. "Xavier what?" You take a step closer only for him to lash out again. "Don't you act fucking stupid (y/n) of course with a ability like that you could do whatever you want." Xavier nose flared as his face scrunched in anger. His brows pointed down with a certain darkness in his eyes.

Was this... about what you thought this was about? Your mouth parted in shock as he yelled at you as you stood outside in the darkness with the cold attacking your skin. That was the least of your worries. "Xavier are you kidding me do your hear yourself right now?!" You too began raising your voice at the accusations blamed on you. Feeling your heart rate picking up while your breath got heavier. "I hear myself just fine. I'm so tired, of being walked all over. Do me a favor and don't talk to me again. I don't want to be surrounded by another manipulator." Xavier sneered at you, his Adams apple bopped up and down as he continued yelling. His voice slightly shaking due to the anger. You gasp in absolute shock, but you couldn't help but get angry. Being yelled at for something so absurd. "Bianca was right about you. You are too insecure and afraid, so you think everyone is out to hurt you. I should have listened to Bianca the first time when she told me how you broke up with her." You snapped at Xavier glaring at him angrily. Those words only pissed him off more. He gave you daggers before he left you to stand all alone. His figure getting smaller.

"Urugh!" You yell to yourself before you rush yourself back to the Rave'N, your date was waiting for you.

Bianca met you at the entrance, giving you a worried look. "Oh my god, (y/n) I saw what happened... are you okay?" You held your shoulder, rubbing it with comfort. Suddenly you felt like you'd burst into tears. "I should have listened to you Binaca." You say much softer than before, your voice wavering as you spoke. Your breathing uneven. "Oh dear... go enjoy your night. You still have a great date waiting for you over there." Bianca spoke to you so softly, as she guided you through the crowd back to your date. A malice expression on her face as she walked behind you. "Just forget about it... you can leave the getting angry till later after the dance." She whispered into your ear before she left you. Bianca has the biggest devious smirk on her face as she walked back to Yoko.

Whatever you did to try take your mind off it, you just couldn't. Dancing with your date didn't even feel the way it should. You were distant - mind far off in another place not even paying attention to him. The first place Xavier went was his art studio, when he was met with the painting of you looking at him with such a smile. He knocked it off the stand. Letting it fall face flat. His emotions all being blurted out into paper, he threw painting over the painting of you. The soft colours being taken over by dark brutal colors. It changed itself to something powerful with overwhelming emotions. Sad, angry betrayed emotions. Xavier couldn't process it but he heard your distant voice, it only pierced deeper through his heart. His friend that he grew so fond of, betrayed him and hurt him. He thought of you and your cruel beauty that truly manipulated him. His hands jittered as he tried to paint, he didn't know if it was anger or even just sadness at that point. Either way, his heart hurt. The change from feeling so light and warm to a cold brutal bash right through his heart.

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IM SO SORRY FOR THIS.. I HAD TO 😭😭 IM SPRRY I LIED THAT THIS WSS GONNA BE SWEET BUT I LOVE ANGST😓

Part 9 out now ❗️❗️

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deceasedream69 · 2 years

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I could never hate you

Summary: you were sent by the commission to a new mission, but things get out of control.

- "do I always have to do everything?", he said killing the guys cornering us at the moment.

- "I'm sorry for running out of bullets", my gun clicking. "Ok, now you can leave room for the professional", I smiled teasing him. He rolled his eyes and we continued.

- "would you stop being so stupid by putting yourself in danger?"

- "focus on fighting the bad guys, not me!"

- "I can't really focus when you're around", he turned to look at me. "From all the bad decisions you make", he said before disappearing.

I rolled my eyes and continued.

- "ah, finally", he said throwing his head back. "Are you okay?"

- "mhm", I said falling onto a wall next to me, grabbing my stomach.

- "oh shit", he appeared next to me. "What happened this time?"

- "I'm going to be fine, go call the handler", I said trying to stand straight.

- "I'm not gonna leave you alone here with your stupidity"

- "just go!"

He disappeared. I tried to stand straight, that's when I noticed how bad the wound was. My legs gave up and I fell, accepting my soon to come death.

- "y/n? Y/n!", He said kneeling next to me. "Y/n?!", He flipped me face up, inspecting my wound. "Shit, this is serious". The pain woke me up.

- "five...? Did you...?"

- "yes, she's on the way", he pressed my wound, making me flinch.

- "i thought you hated me", I said smiling through the pain, my eyes barely open and my breathing very slow.

- "I don't want to die...", I whispered. Tears falling slowly.

- "hey, you're not going to die, ok?", He said clearly panicking a little bit.

- "I really don't want to die... I enjoyed fighting alongside... With... You..."

- "no", his hand shaking against the side of my face. "No...", He whispered putting our foreheads together. "No, no, no. You're going to be fine, please", he said holding my face with pain and regret. His hands started to glow. Suddenly I wasn't in his arms anymore, I was on the floor. Then I was standing up, the blood from my wound disappearing more and more by the second.

- "Five!", I yelled to get him to distract the guys while I got more bullets"

- "do I always have to do everything?", He said killing the guys cornering us at the moment.

- "I'm sorry for running out of bullets", my gun clicking. "Ok, now you can leave room for the professional", I smiled teasing him. He smiled.

- "why are you smiling? Let's get to work"

- "yes, ma'am"

- "do you feel sick?", I asked him while I shoot the guys at the left.

- "not anymore", he said disappearing to kill the guys on the right.

- "move!", He pushed me when a guy entered shooting at everything and everyone randomly.

- "what are you doing?", I said pushing him off of me.

- "you're welcome", he said getting up behind me.

- "we need a plan", I whispered. Turning to look at him. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

- "like what?"

- "just... Focus", I turned to look at the guy but he wasn't there anymore. I turned to look at five and he wasn't there either.

- "let him go", I said pointing my gun at the guy.

- "him? Let my people go and he can go"

- "are you blind? You killed them all"

- "LET MY PEOPLE FREE, and you can be free too!"

I turned to look at five, apparently he was out of energy.

- "fine", I said lifting my hands and putting my gun on the floor. "You're free"

- "thank you", he said putting five down. "Thank you", he hugged him.

He walked slowly to the door and walked away.

- "that was... "

- "weird"

- "and somehow... Easy?"

- "not very easy but sure"

- "oh, come on. We defeated the bad guys in less then..." I checked my watch. "10 minutes"

- "20"

- "no, 10"

- "no, 10 for you alone, 20 for me, 10 with y/n number 1 and 10 with y/n number... 2", he said pointing at me and then putting his hand in his pocket.

- "what are you talking about?", I laughed. But I was extremely confused.

- "you didn't make it the first time", he stopped in front of me.

- "what?"

- "I enjoy fighting alongside with you, too"

- "that's what my other me said?"

- "right before she..."

I hugged him.

- "so no more fights? I guess...", We starting walking out.

- "unless you want to, I'm always in", he joked.

- "I honestly thought -"

- "yeah, yeah, that I hated you. But I would never hate you." He stopped again. - "I could never hate you".

I smiled.

- "I could never hate you either, partner", I nudged his arm.

- "and what is the opposite of hate?"

- "love?", I said laughing, but he looked at me seriously. "Are you all cheesy because you watched me die?"

- "we really don't have all the time we think we do. So why not seize the moment?"

- "you're joking, right?"

- "if you don't feel the same way you can just say it", he started to walk away.

- "no! I... Are you messing with me?", Tears forming in my eyes. He stopped and turned to look at me.

- "I already told you, if you don't feel-"

- "because what the hell is all of this?", I said pointing between us. "You're always treating me like... Like a moron! And insulting me, and the things I do..." I stopped to breath for a moment, turning around.

- "I don't want you here, fighting with me", he said looking away. "I don't like you to be here, in this kind of danger"

- "so you thought that treating me badly I would quit?", I said not believing what I was hearing.

- "kind of", he said looking at the floor. His hands always in his pockets.

*sniff*

- "even if I wanted to quit... I can't. They'd just find a new partner for me and... I don't know, I would end up dying somewhere else, with someone else.

I walked closer to him

- "I wasn't lying when I said that I enjoyed fighting with you, having you as my partner. Just not... Not when you're a total jerk", I smiled.

- "I don't like being a jerk to you. I'm sorry."

- "now... Now you're really messing with me. Five hargreeves apologizing?"

He smiled, making me smile back.

- "yeah, it's not very often so enjoy it", he said taking my hand and guiding us through the streets.

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Have your back

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader!Sister

Warnings: mention of self harm, depression, etc/ slight swearing/ angst

Word count: 1320

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Being part of a team meant being an asset as well as an irreplaceable part of it, big brothers and sisters but having your actual brother working with you was another thing, more so on days like this.

“Alright everyone, you can go home. Great job, Halstead” Voight said from the door of his office.

“Thanks Sarge. Appreciate it” Jay answered gaining a chuckle from the team, before looking at you being met with your middle finger and a sarcastic smile.

“You wish you were getting praised, J” you said rolling your eyes, while he stuck his tongue out.

“Get her checked” Voight told Jay pointing at you with a serious look, before retreating back into his office. Getting a hold of his things Jay made his way over to your desk and helping you stand up. You had taken a suspect down on your own, safe to say it was a hard one.

“Shit. Everything hurts” you groaned and winced as you stood up

“I know. Lets get home and check you over” he said while furrowing his eyebrows in concern.

As you both stepped in your shared apartment, you went straight to the bathroom with Jay following in tow.

“Up” without a second thought Jay made you sit on top of the counter, given your height didn’t come with the Halstead gene package.

“You shouldn’t have taken that guy on your own” Jay said while shaking his head and reaching for the first aid kit.

He was always overprotective, not only because you were his sister, but you were the only person apart from Will who kept him together when Hailey took the FBI job years ago. No one felt any resentment towards her, it was a great opportunity, and it gave you the chance to join the unit after she left. But that meant Jay worried ten times more now that you were in the unit, both Halstead’s as partners was either a recipe for disaster or it would work out perfectly.

“Why? Cause I’m a woman?” his head snapped towards you, while you jokingly squinted your eyes at him.

“No. Cause he was twice your size. That’s why we have Kevin” he said in a matter-of-fact way. You both laughed -well you winced- at the mention of your friend. Kevin was a big teddy bear -don’t tell him that though-.

“Shirt” you obeyed carefully taking your long sleeve shirt -forgetting a big detail in the process-. Blame it on the pain, the exhaustion or on plain stupidity. When you registered what you were doing it was far to late, he had seen them. Both frozen on spot.

When you tried to hide your arms, Jay gently reached for both of them looking at them with wide concerned eyes -well shit- you thought. You had never shared this secret with anyone other than Dr. Charles who had taken the role as your therapist on a weird night on a coffee shop. You wanted to share this with him, but not like this, now he knew, and you had no idea you could hate yourself even more, the look on his face made you want to hide and cry.

“I’m sorry…” you cried, breathing quickening. At the sound of your voice, he looked towards you. His scared eyes trying to meet yours, immediately he started shaking his head,

“No, no, no. Hey. Look at me…” one of Jay’s hands went to your face in an attempt to make you look at him, but you were avoiding his gaze like the plague, you didn’t want to see the disappointment in them.

“I didn’t know what else to do” you kept on repeating in between sobs. You felt pressure on your chest, and you knew you were struggling to breath, but you couldn’t control it.

Without you noticing Jay pulled one of his hoddie’s over your head trying to give you a sense if security and privacy -since you were wearing a sports bra-. Before he pulled you into his chest in an attempt to calm you down.

“Hey. Y/N. Deep breaths, that’s it match my breathing- you’re doing great babe” you followed his instructions.

“I’m so sorry” you said pulling back when you built the courage to look at your big brother. When your eyes locked, Jay gave you a sad smile, rubbing your shoulders and shaking his head.

“Can we talk… you know- do you?” he stuttered, -God, he’s awkward. But at least he tries- you thought to yourself as you chuckled quietly.

“It’s stupid…”

“Hey. None of that, what’s going on? Please, please talk to me” Jay whispered tucking one of your hands to his chest while he desperately tried to understand.

“I- it’s weird. I was fine…and all it takes is a bad case and I’m back there. You know?” your voice broke with every word. You wanted to say so much, but nothing wanted to come out, it made you feel stupid. Why could Jay be strong and move on and you couldn’t?

“Yeah…I know” he sighed, closing his eyes briefly

“Why can you take it, and I can’t? We were deployed together; we saw the same things. Why am I stuck. It’s bullshit Jay…” you exclaimed, you didn’t understand, why it felt like you were drowning when Jay was swimming perfectly. Unknown, to both you were the only thing keeping the other from drowning.

“I can’t either?” Jay said with a sad smile moving to sit beside you, your hand still on a death grip in his.

“What you mean?” you asked confused

“I’m not okay either. I’ve just learned to hide it. I guess you got that from me” he said the last part bitterly.

“I’m sorry for making it seem like I was okay, and making you feel broken. You are not, alright. I’m a shitty brother, sue me” you both shared a chuckle at the last part.

“I struggle too, in silence. But hey- hey- I don’t want you to struggle on your own alright. Please just- can you talk to someone?” he pleaded as you brushed your tears.

“I am. Dr. Charles is helping me. We’re…making progress I guess…” you said shrugging your shoulders dismissively.

“That’s- hey that’s great” Jay said nodding optimistically.

After a moment Jay pulled up the sleeve of the hand he was holding, looking intently at the scars, the silence was broken by Jay’s voice pulling you out of your thoughts.

“They look old. How long…” he trailed at the end. You pulled your eyes from the wall and followed his gaze to your arm.

“3 years. I stopped once a started going to Dr. Charles” you nodded pulling your arm from his grasp to trace them with your fingers.

“I take, it’s going good” he asked almost in doubt. He didn’t want to lose his baby sister, and he’ll be damned if he let you go through this alone. Not anymore.

“Yep. It’s relieving. But still after tough cases I usually have a session. So- you know…it doesn’t… yeah” you sighed finally looking at your brother.

“Are you hurt?” he asked -that’s a dumb question- you thought

“I mean-” you shrugged your shoulders

“Don’t. You know what I mean” you both laughed before you shook your head.

“Just my ego and my badass act”

“You seriously didn’t expect to take that 6ft tall guy with your 5’3 stature…” he couldn’t finish his sentence before you smacked his shoulder,

“Don’t even finish that sentence, Jay Halstead” as Jay made a move to stand up and leave, you grabbed his hand.

“Thank you. For everything, you have no idea how it feels- to not lie to you about this anymore” you sniffed, he looked at you for a moment, before sniffing.

“C’mere” pulling you back into his arms in the protection you always knew you would have.

“I’ll always. Always. Have your back no matter what!”

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