#how even though they weren't allowed to talk to each other before i-land

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#enhypen #*jelly's #enhypenet #lee heeseung #heeseung #sim jaeyun #jake #yang jungwon #jungwon #nishimura riki #riki #<< tagging bebi too bc he's so cute laughing in between them hehe #i just love knowing things about them huhu #isn't it so amazing though?? #how even though they weren't allowed to talk to each other before i-land #they all have someone gravitated around each other #bumping in the halls #wanting to be friends with exchanging eye contacts #like they were always circling around each other's axes #how can you not say 'fate' ???????

[genshindsau]

Summary: A few months have passed since the war with one of your sisters had simmered down. Now with the bright lights and festivals taking place it almost seems like nothing happened. You were more than happy to watch from the window, not wanting to disrupt anyone but a certain consort couldn't allow that.

CW: Implications of war and threats to genshin characters (nothing happens), implied nsfw thoughts. Consort!Ayato, Empress!reader.

Taking in the bright sights around you, you mentally praised the work of your consorts. The sun had set, allowing the lanterns to shine and illuminate the streets. There were numerous food stands, drinks being offered, clothing and nonessentials being laid out. Each stand had people crowding around, aching to try the delicacies. Children were running down the streets, strings in one hand and sweets in the other. The atmosphere was lively and the people were overjoyed enough that they did not get nervous in your presence, though they still showed their respect by bowing their head towards you and your consorts.

You were originally not going to walk the street, happy enough to have watched the festival from your window. It wasn't until Ayato, who was the main one in charge of making sure that everything went smoothly with the festival, had come to see you. When he entered your room, he was wearing different clothing than usual. His hair was let down, beautiful blue hair framing his face along with a silver head piece resting on the crown of his head. The head piece was more festive than it was to show his position as consort. It has baby blue flowers interwoven with the silver and some blue gem dangling from the base to frame the side of his face.

"You look lovely," you praised him and watched as a beautiful smile graced his lips. It wasn't often you gave out genuine compliments and he couldn't help the pride that surged through him, his back straightening up as he practically preened under your gaze. 

"Thank you, Your Grace. The clothing was gifted from the traveling merchants," his hands smoothed down the fabric as he talked.

"Well if you enjoy them so much, let me know that name of the merchants and we can work something out."

"I'll keep that in mind," He hesitated for a moment. "But that is not that reason I sought you out. "

You raised an eyebrow and took a sip from your goblet. The wine was delightfully flavored. Sweet but a gentle aftertaste. It was different from the usually wine you drank, more rare, which made sense why they took it out for the festival.

"I am heading down to the festival myself and I would like you to come with me," he had carefully planned and picked out his words before coming to meet you; knowing how important it was to say the right thing in order for you to agree with what he was about to ask. "This festival is done in order to show the prosperity of the land. It is to allow the people, your people, to celebrate their freedom and the fact that they can live out their lives the way they want."

"Mhh," You made a sound in the back of your throat to let him know that you were listening to him. Your gaze shifted to the window, looking down at all the people walking around. Families, couples, small children squealing happily as they took in all the new decorations. A sharp contrast to how it was just a few months ago.

"None of this would have been possible if it weren't for your actions,"

A scoff slipped past your lips. It wasn't in malicious intent nor was it to insult him in anyway but... it's been a rough few months. The planning, the sleepless nights, the dangers towards your harem members, ordering people to die for you, fighting, having to relive parts of your childhood that you really did not want to, all of it threw you in a mindset that was hard to get out of - even if its been just a few weeks ago.

"I know these past few months have been difficult. Everyone is trying to adjust from having to live on high alert to finally being able to live more comfortably." He walked up next to you as he gazed down the window as well. You could hear the residue stress in his tone and felt a tightness in your chest. Being a high level consort in the harem left him as a pretty popular target these past few months.

"It's a nice offer but I am more than capable on enjoying the festive from up here." You shrugged, moving away from the window. "Besides I think my presence may damper the mood."

You held no negative feelings on how your people view you. You have committed awful actions, not just in these past months but also multiple times throughout your life. It only makes sense that people would hold distain for you. You would actually be more distrustful with people who said they liked you after knowing what actions you've taken. In your position, being heavily liked isn't always the way to remain powerful - neither is being completely hated.

"I don't believe that," Ayato's voice distracted you from your thoughts. "Some may be apprehensive but that is just because they're not used to being around you. I am not saying to portray yourself as this all-caring and kind individual."

"Ouch," you deadpan at how he described you - though both of you know you really don't care.

His lips quirked upwards. "We both know that it would not be safe for most of the people who exist under your rule, if you did not have the… image you have. However, being viewed one way by your enemies and another by your allies would not necessarily be a terrible thing."

Unknowingly, you shake your head.

A sigh filled the air, one full of sympathy but also understanding as you didn't respond to his words. "I just wish that you would consider it." He wasn't getting to you. He could tell.

"Why is this so important to you?"

Ayato took a moment, silence filling the air.

"Is it really just to help boost morale," you set down your empty wine glass. "To offer some connection to people who I have no need to get close to - who have no reason to know who I am beyond what I let them know. It's easier - and safer - for the people to think of me as this cruel, callous person."

"yes," he cracked a smile. "but also no. Perhaps I would just like to spend this time with you," With one free hand, he wrapped it around your forearm in a delicate but firm grasp. Your lips quirked up as you looked at where his hand was clasping your arm. He's one of the rare ones who is brave enough to be so forward with you. "Let the both of us hear the praises personally while you view what we've accomplished."

"That's rather selfish." you quip back, no malice in your words.

"Well, I am selfish," he stated easily, no hesitation in his voice. "It's been so long since you've come to see me - since we've spent time just the two of us."

"There it is," with an amused quirk of your lips you turn to face him. "The truth of why you've come down here." Your hand pinches at his chin, your thumb caressing the skin, before softly tugging at his bottom lip. "Spare me all of your honey-coated words and save them for the people who would actually fall for them."

He lips tugged up at the corners. His tongue gently poked out of to flick at your thumb which was slowly caressing the soft muscle of his bottom lip. "I'll keep that in mind." He hushed out, his voice quieting due to the shift in the atmosphere. "But my words remain true."

"Do they?" You drop your hand from his face.

Even with the cloth wrapped around your head, Ayato can feel the piercing of your eyes into his. A shudder travels up his spine, his body shivering lightly. He focuses his gaze on your face, his eyes dropping to your lips and chin due to it being the one section of area that is not hidden from his view.

"Of course." He takes a step closer to you, the warmth of your body permeating into his. "So come with me." He tilts his head to the side, feigning an innocent look but there's a sly smile forming on his lips. "After everything I've done, how long I've waited, I think I deserve it."

You snort softly at his words. The subtle manipulation is perhaps not so subtle, not to you. He knows that as well. You can tell by the twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he leans his face closer to yours. "Please." He added on in a soft voice.

Gazing at him, you can tell why so many of the other nobles are entranced by him and fall for his words. He's good at his position. Good at manipulating weak-minded individuals into doing what he wants with his words and even his looks. Even you feel you well-developed walls dropping around him.

You suppose it wouldn't hurt. You can go out for five, maybe ten minutes before leaving, perhaps even managing to drag Ayato away for some time alone, away from prying eyes. You shake your head at that thought, ignoring the simmering of arousal in your gut as you can't help but imagine it - imagine him: sprawled underneath you, body bare and marked, covered in sweat, drool, and…

You clear your throat, refocusing on Ayato who was smirking softly, as if he knew your thoughts. He did.

You focus on the words he said earlier before you got lost in your own salacious thoughts. It would appease Ayato and his words actually have some merit to them. A sigh passes through your lips, your shoulder dropping and Ayato knew he won. Knew he wore you down.

He leaned forward, his face angling up a little as he stretched to press a soft kiss to the skin of your cheek, his lips barely brushing against you before he pulled back with a smile. He turned around, his robes flourishing behind him before you grab the back of his neck and drag him into a real kiss. "I'll see you at the entrance then. Five minutes."

#genshin au #consort au #empress au #genshin impact #genshin x reader #c:ayato #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #c:empress #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato #sub ayato #sub genshin #genshin impact au

[the-tales-of-ren]

Incredible gift

Pairing: Kylo Ren x reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @northmansvamp

Request:

Can I request a Kylo Ren x Reader, where the reader has telekinesis (very powerful) and Rey’s big sister. R protects him from all the people who are after him but over use them and pass out but release a energy blast but he catches the reader in his arms and places them his bed and waits till they wake up (you can add the rest)

***

You didn’t want to protect him at first, he was the enemy after all.

Was the enemy.

You weren’t so sure now, you were more like confused. When you were first captured by the First Order, you didn’t expect to start falling for the well known Kylo Ren. It really isn’t your fault, you can’t help the way you feel, and neither can he. It never really crossed your mind to question whether or not if he felt the same way, because it immediately occurred to you that he was just using you for your unique gift, a power you were born with that had nothing to do with the force.

It was a power you carried since birth. The gift you had nothing to do with the forge, but Kylo Ren thought otherwise at first. In the beginning, Kylo intentionally made it unbearable to be around him, even just within a few feet from each other. Although you weren’t one with the force, Kylo decided to train you as if you were anyway and he was never lenient on you in training. Kylo wouldn’t allow you to be dismissed from the session until he was satisfied with your progress. Kylo gave you a hard time at any open opportunity given, he never missed the chance to seize it. You were born with the power of telekinesis, and when Kylo Ren seemed to finally understand it, Kylo decided it would be wise to keep training to make sure you understand your power and that you can control it the right way.

Kylo knew there would be people after him once they discover that he has you. You’re made well known more than you realize, and Kylo had to figure out a way to keep you hidden as well as by his side at the same time. It seemed impossible, but when you started going on missions with him, he had given you a new identity to use if you’re ever questioned. You agreed to it both willingly and unwillingly, willingly because you didn’t understand just how many were after him until you witnessed it for the first time. Unwillingly because you didn’t want to and you knew it wasn’t right to lie about who you are, even to those who want to use you for their own advantages. But most of all, because by doing this, you’re betraying your little sister, Rey. This last mission you had both just got back from had gone wrong and unsuccessful after almost getting captured all over again. It seemed as though Kylo blamed you for this and you knew he did, and you almost weren’t going to be allowed to go on the next assignment.

Before you left for it, he gave the usual hard time talk and as much as you hated it, you obeyed and listened in. Sometimes he wouldn’t go easy when it came to criticizing you, calling you things you never thought possible about yourself, or for anyone for that matter.

“Weak, vulnerable, pathetic…” he would say, and you would silently stand your ground.

This mission, you decided you were going to prove him wrong, make him see and think otherwise.

That’s exactly what you did, but little did you know, it would be coming with a cost. You were always soft, especially in comparison to him, but you weren't pathetic. Or at least you hoped so. Before either of you departed from the ship once you landed, he wouldn’t let you leave without saying one more thing.

“Don't screw this up.” you nod, teeth clenched as agitation grew, following close behind.

———

It wasn't going well.

Having to against all these strangers was too much to ask of anyone. But you pressed on and fight with every strength you had within, until you no longer had the energy.

You were near Kylo, protecting him with the use of your powers and kept it up until it drained you off your feet. As you continued to stand there, continuing to use your powers until you reach a breaking point and begin to pass out due to a release of energy like never before. That’s not until Kylo notices, he could feel something wasn’t right and when he looked over, he looked in time to see that you’re passing out, running towards you as he reaches you in time to catch you in his arms before making the impact that would have left you horribly injured.

Although Kylo always made it difficult to be around him, he cared about you and didn’t want to see anything happen to you. Thoughts were going through his mind as he was carrying you back to the ship, had you slumped in the passengers seat before taking off. Making the way back to the First Order base to get you taken care of. Even though you had fell into unconsciousness, you still made your goal, to prove to Kylo otherwise.

After proving him wrong, you had earned his respect, which is more rewarding than you might think.

Very much more rewarding.

***

@the-tales-of-ren

A/N: Thank you for your patience! I’ve been working on this request for a while and I actually have a burnt injury on my hand that’s still healing.

So updates will be slow, but they are coming!

#kylo fanfic #kylo ren #kylo ren imagines #kylo x reader #kylo x y/n #kylo x you #request

[sweet-babyrose]

It Was Only a Matter of Time (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Summary: Reader and Alexia meet as children at summer youth training. They’re instant best friends. As they grow up together and take on professional football, Reader’s unreciprocated feelings for Alexia push them apart. 

Trigger warnings: fear of coming out, mentions of family who have passed away

This format is a bit different than how I generally write. Shoutout to @grapefruit-personified for help with the title

Age 9  

You looked across the field at your mom, extremely happy to see that she had kept her promise to stay and watch your first practice. You were nervous for today. Three weeks ago, you'd jumped up and down when your parents had told you would be able to go to FC Barcelona's summer youth training camp. But now that you were actually standing on the field, looking at all the kids and players around you, you weren't sure what to do.

 You played with the string on your soccer shorts, looking down at the grass. The coach had instructed everyone to partner up and start passing drills. But you couldn't find anyone who didn't already have a partner. It seemed like everyone already knew each other here. Everyone around you was talking loudly, laughing, and passing balls.

 A ball landed at your foot and you kicked it back in the direction it came from without thinking. A second later, it came back to you. Looking up, you saw a girl smiling at you, waiting for you to send the ball back towards her. Glancing around, you didn't see a partner for her. You smiled, and you kicked the ball back to her.  You passed back and forth until the whistle blew.

 The girl picked up the ball and walked to you. "I'm Alexia."

 "Y/N."

 "I haven't seen you here before."

 "It's my first day."

 "Oh really?" she asked, excitedly. "I've been coming for a few summers. But up until this year, they had me playing with the older girls."

 "You must be really good then," you said, in awe of this girl. 

 "I just really like football," she said, shrugging. "They said I was ‘too passionate’ to play with the younger girls," she said using her fingers to make air quotes.

 You laughed. Your mom often said you were too passionate about football, too.  

 "Do you want to be in my group for shooting drills?" she asked. You nodded.

 You and Alexia spent the rest of the summer together. When the summer ended and you returned to school, you begged your parents to let you see each other on the weekends and to talk on the phone.

 Age 17

 You were laying on your bed, finishing your homework, when Alexia walked into your room. She dumped her backpack next to your bed and laid down next to you.

 "Hi, Ale," you said sweetly. In the last couple years, both your parents had started letting you ride the bus to each other's homes. Alexia often showed up at your house after school to do homework. But today, you knew that she had an evening practice. She didn't usually come over when she had evening practices. "How was your day?"

 She took the pencil from your hand, twirling it a few times. She tossed it back down on your notebook and then flopped over on her back, folding her hands over her stomach.

 "That bad?"

 "No, just.” She sighed. “Sergio asked me out."

 You tried to hide your disappointment. Alexia and Sergio had been spending a lot of time together recently because they were working on a project for science class. Alexia had mentioned that he was kind of cute.

 Around the same time you'd been allowed to start riding the bus alone, you'd realized that you were gay and that you really liked Alexia. But Alexia was always talking about the cute boys at her school. You still hoped that maybe Alexia liked you back too, though.

 “Oh yeah? When are you two going out?” you asked, trying to keep your voice neutral.

 “We’re not.” She looked over at you. “I told him I needed to focus on football only. I don't have time for dating.”

 "You can always make time for dating, you know."

 "Not right now. We have to focus. Barcelona's an intense club. I start full-time training with them when we graduate in a couple months. I have to focus," she repeated. "You should, too. Espanyol is equally as intense."

 Age 19

 You looked around at the huge stadium, at the seats that were filled, at the fans that were screaming for Spain. That morning you'd woken up with the biggest smile and it hadn't left your face yet.

 "Replacing #10 and making her international debut for the Spanish national team, #11 Alexia Putellas." You screamed as soon as you heard her name. You screamed so loudly you wouldn't have been surprised if she told you later that she could hear you on the field. But you didn't care. Today, your best friend was playing for Spain. You hugged Alexia's younger sister, Alba, when Alexia ran out onto the field.

 This might have been Alexia's big moment but as two of the closest people to her, you and Alba felt like this was a huge moment for you both as well.

 When the game ended, Alexia ran over to you in the stands. She hugged her mom tightly. You could see her mom whispering to her and imagined that she was telling her how proud of her she was. Then she hugged Alba, earning a huge kiss on the cheek from her. And finally it was your turn. Alexia hugged you so hard that you thought you might fall over the railing.

 Leaning back, you looked down at her in her Spain jersey, now completely drenched in sweat. "You played an amazing game. I’m so so proud of you."

 "Thank you for coming. I really appreciate it."

 “I would never miss this.” She hugged you again, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

 As she walked back down the stairs to head to the locker room, you heard a young boy yell out, “Alexia, will you marry me?”

 Your small laugh died when you heard Alexia’s answer, “Sorry. I’m already married to football.” You’d heard Alexia say that, or a variation of it, a few times since she’d turned Sergio down. And every time, your heart dropped. You were still so in love with the woman who would never be yours.

 Age 22

 “Y/N!” Alexia ran across the hotel lobby, throwing herself into your arms before you could even shake hands with the coach who was waiting for you.

 “Hi, Ale,” you said, squeezing her back, a huge grin splitting your face. “You know we just saw each other last night, right?” you asked, giggling. She leaned back but you kept an arm around her waist.

 “Yes, but this is your first national team camp! This is a big day for you, mi amor. I wanted to greet you properly.” And from that moment, Alexia never left your side. She introduced you to all the girls, she showed you the training facilities, she partnered with you for drills, she sat with you at meals. You were eternally grateful for her to be there with you. It wasn’t that you were shy but sometimes you underestimated your abilities and you felt slightly intimidated by the other players around you. They were Spain’s best, after all. It didn't matter that Alexia had repeatedly told you that you were an amazing player who deserved to be there. 

 It was the last night of camp when Leila Ouahabi asked, “So how long have you two been dating?”

 “We are not dating,” Alexia immediately responded. “We’ve never dated. Y/N is my best friend. We met when we were kids. But no, never dated.”

 “Oh sorry. I just assumed since you’re so close.”

 “We are close. But not like that. It’d be like dating my sister.”

 Again, your heart dropped into your stomach. You played with your food through the rest of dinner. You weren’t even sure you tasted anything after that. As the both of you had gotten older, you’d felt closer to Alexia, if that was even possible. You played for different club teams, and until now, Alexia had been going to national team camps alone but you spent all your spare time together. And because you were separated so much, that time together had become really special.

 You had begun to feel like maybe Alexia was finally developing feelings for you, too.

 But that was very clearly not the case. Not when she had shut down that line of questioning so quickly. Not when she compared you to Alba.

 Age 24

 When Arsenal called, you gladly accepted. You were ready to experience an international league. You were also ready to give your heart some time to finally move on from Alexia. Something you knew you couldn’t do when you both lived in the same country. Although it had been years of you knowing Alexia would never love you back, you had held on to ‘one day’ as a possibility. You’d only ended up disappointed, hurt, and alone. It was time to finally move on.

 Alexia drove you to the airport. She cried when she dropped you off. You hugged her tight, reminding her that Arsenal was a fantastic team, and this was a huge opportunity for you. She couldn’t argue with that. She sniffled, saying that at least she would still get to see you at camp. You kissed the side of her head and pushed her towards the exit.

 You were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to get on your plane if she continued to stand there crying.

 During your first training session with Arsenal, you made fast friends with the captain, Leah Williamson. She bled red and white. A London native, she’d grown up supporting Arsenal and now she took real pride in captaining the women’s side.

 It was only two weeks later when she asked you out on a date. She took you to a small restaurant where you both had hoped to get some privacy. Unfortunately, a photo had leaked of you holding hands and the internet had lost its mind.

 You and Leah only went on a few more dates before you decided you were better off as friends. But the internet continued to watch all your interactions and micro analyze your friendship, looking for any hints of something deeper. Neither of you minded.

 You’d told Leah about Alexia and why you’d been so eager to leave Spain. She’d comforted you, telling you she understood. She’d spent much of her early football years in love with her best friend, Jordan, as well. The only difference was Jordan was actually gay and didn’t love her back. Alexia had never shown any interest in women and so at least you could take some comfort in her being straight. Even though it was still very little comfort.

 Since you’d gotten to London, you’d been training hard and filling your time with dates and team bonding. Anything really to stop thinking about how much you missed Alexia. She’d been calling but you’d been ignoring the calls, instead frequently texting her that you were out or with other people and couldn’t talk.

 You felt bad, especially when she texted you how much she missed you, but you needed to be selfish right now. You needed to give yourself this time to get over her before your love for her completely destroyed your life.

 Age 24

 Your stomach was in knots the first time Barcelona traveled to London to play Arsenal. This was the first time you were seeing Alexia since leaving Barcelona. In the tunnel before the game, you kept your eyes forward, trying to focus. Leah came up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. She leaned in, whispering in your ear, “You’re going to kill this. Just put her out of your mind and pretend she’s not here on the other side.” You nodded. That had been your plan anyways.

 You just hoped you could actually stick to it.

 Barcelona came out strong and aggressive. You had taken some hard fouls before the half. But Arsenal had ended the half up one goal.

 In the 73rd minute, Mapi tackled you just outside the box. You cried out as you went down, grabbing your shin. As usual, your shin guard hadn't been in place and the spikes on her boot had gone straight into your leg. Alexia and Leah were both next to you within a few seconds. Leah pushed Mapi backwards, yelling at her about the foul while Alexia kneeled next to you.

 She brushed your hair back, cupping your cheek. "Y/N, breathe for me. You'll be okay in a minute."

 "Leah!" you called out as she pushed Mapi again. Your team could not afford her getting carded right now. Leah pushed Alexia out of the way, kneeling in her spot. You could feel the disappointment from Alexia at being shoved out of the way and tried to ignore her. She stood a couple feet away, waiting for you to get back to your feet.

 "Oh, love, are you okay?" Leah helped you pull your sock down a bit. Your leg had four bloody spike-shaped indentations. "Shit. Let me get the medic out here."

 "No." You grabbed her hand to stop her from signaling the medic. There was no way you were leaving this game. Dropping her hand, you ripped some grass out and rubbed the blood away. "It's fine. Help me up." You pulled your shin guard back into place and yanked your sock up. She took both of your hands and hauled you up.

 "You good?"

 "Good." You patted her butt as you ran back into position. You ignored Alexia telling Mapi off before she got back into position.

 After the game ended, you shook hands with all the players. You weren't sure how to act around Alexia and tried to avoid her. But she eventually found you and extended a hand. You gave her a handshake. When she pulled you into a hug, you kept your arms loose around her. It was so unlike the last hug you two had shared at Barcelona airport. You had never felt this detached from her before.

 It was a good thing, you tried to remind yourself. This is what you had wanted all along, to get some distance between you. You just hadn't realized it would feel this bad. You walked away from her, not sure what else to do. That night, you turned your phone off and hid in your apartment, unsure how to handle the emotions that were overwhelming you.

 Age 24

 After returning to Barcelona, Alexia hid in her apartment, much like Y/N had. It wasn't until she called out of training pretending to be sick that Leila really began to worry and called Alba. Alba tried knocking on Alexia's door but she got no response. Doing what she promised she would never do, she used her emergency key to let herself into the apartment.

And decided this actually was an emergency after seeing the state of the apartment.

 Alexia was curled on the sofa, under a pile of blankets. A movie played on the tv but Alexia was staring blankly at the wall. The coffee table was covered with takeout containers. Nala immediately ran to Alba. She grabbed her leash and took her out, unsure when her sister may have last walked her.

 When she came back, she let Nala run into the apartment and decided she'd have to be firm with Alexia. She walked to the sofa and pulled the blankets off her. Alexia groaned and turned away, burying her face against the cushions.

 "Please leave me alone, Alba. I don't feel good."

 "You skipped training."

 "I don't feel good."

 Alba touched Alexia's forehead, checking for a fever. "Okay tell me what's wrong. I can make you some tea or something. Did you catch a cold from Y/N or something?"

 At the sound of your name, Alexia groaned.

 "Did you two get into a fight?" Alba sat on the edge of the sofa, next to Alexia's feet. She had seen her big sister mope in the past when she fought with Y/N. 

 Alexia groaned again. Alba wasn't going to go away. She flopped over on her back, pushing her hair out of her face. "No. That would require us to actually talk to each other. She barely even acknowledged that I was there. She was too busy with her teammates to even give me a minute."

 "Well that doesn't sound like Y/N. You two talk every day."

 Alexia dragged herself up, hugging her knees to her chest. "Not anymore," she admitted.

 "What do you mean?"

 "After she moved to London, she stopped answering my calls and texts. I thought maybe I could figure out what was wrong when we saw each other again but it was clear she didn't want to talk to me. She even had Leah push me out of the way when I was checking on her after she got injured. Not to mention Leah called her 'love,' like I used to. And they were all over each other! Before and even during the game. And after the game, she barely hugged me back before she disappeared."

 "Is Leah her girlfriend?"

 "How would I know?" Alexia asked, anger clear in her voice.

 "Would it bother you if she was her girlfriend?"

 "No, why would that bother me?" Alexia rushed out.

 Alba touched Alexia's knee. "It's me," she said gently. "Does it bother you that Y/N might be dating Leah?"

 "Of course, it bothers me."

 "Why? I thought you were married to football." Alba had seen Y/N's eyes dim every time Alexia had said those words. It was so obvious to her that Y/N loved her sister. She just never knew why Alexia never let herself love Y/N back.

 "What if I'm in love with Y/N?" Alexia asked, resting her forehead against her knees. Alba moved closer, stroking her sister's hair.

 "Would that be so bad?"

 "I've never dated a woman before."

 "To be fair, you've never dated anyone before."

 "But what do you think mom would say?"

 "About you dating a woman?” Alba stopped playing with her sister’s hair and wrapped her arm around Alexia’s shoulder. “Oh, sweetie, she won't care. Mom loves you and she wants you to be happy. Plus, if you end up with Y/N, she'd be over the moon. I think she secretly prefers Y/N to us." Alexia let out a small watery laugh. "Have you been worrying about this?"

 "Some," Alexia admitted.

 "Don't. She caught me with a girl a few months ago. She didn't care."

 "Alba!"

 "What? I'm 21. I'm allowed to hook up with people. But that's not what we're focused on right now." She pulled her phone out of her pocket, looking something up. "There's a flight to London in four hours. I'm booking you on it."

 "No. What? Why?"

 "Go get your girl. You've both waited long enough."

 Alexia nervously fidgeted the entire flight. Alba had gotten her into the shower, packed a small bag for her, and driven her to the airport. But now that she was alone, her anxiety was setting in. Alba had reassured her that you felt the same way but then why hadn't you ever said anything? Is that why you'd really left and why you had been ignoring Alexia? These questions just played on loop. When the plane finally touched down, Alexia let out her first full breath.

 On the way to the airport, Alexia realized that she didn't even have your London address. But Alba had stepped in again. Their mom had been sending you packages, and Alba had your address stored on her phone.

 Gripping her bag tightly, Alexia stepped off the tube and walked the three blocks to your apartment. She stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the building. Only one apartment had the lights on, and she really hoped it was yours. As she began to cross the street towards the building, a movement at the window caught her eye.

 It was Leah. Alexia watched you approach her, two glasses of wine in your hand. You gave her one and leaned closer to kiss her cheek, your hand on her hip. She watched you both grin at each other before turning away and running back towards the tube station. She didn't stay long enough to see the short redhead come out of the kitchen and kiss Leah before wrapping an arm around her waist.

 Alexia pulled her phone out, dialing her sister. She covered her mouth, trying to hold back the tears.

 "How'd it go?" Alba asked excitedly when she answered.

 "I'm too late." Hearing it out loud, Alexia lost the ability to control her tears. Alba could hear her choked sob loud and clear.

 "Alright, hon, I'm getting you on the next flight. Come home. It'll be okay." Alba's heart ached for her sister. She hadn't heard her sob like that since their father's death.

 Age 24

 It had only been four weeks since Alexia had done the six hour turnaround trip to London that had left her confused and heartbroken. She definitely wasn't ready to face you at national team camp. But there was no avoiding it. You both had become an integral part of the team and neither of you could miss this camp. Especially with the World Cup next year.

 She thanked her lucky stars when you ended up in a room on the other end of the hotel from her. She thanked her lucky stars again when you got separated into a different training group. She ate her meals quietly at the corner table before retreating to her room every day. She kept to herself in the locker room before the game, telling questioning teammates that she needed to focus.

 When she got fouled in the box, she threw the ball towards you, not wanting to risk accidently touching you by handing you the ball. She watched you say something to Ireland's goalkeeper and smirk, that stupid sexy smirk that had always secretly made her stomach drop. Alexia shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate on the movement of the ball. When the goalkeeper guessed the wrong direction and the ball hit the back of the net, she stood rooted in her spot, unable to go congratulate you with the goal celebration you both had agreed to back when you came to national camp the first time. Instead, she smiled in congratulations before running back to her position.

 She managed to avoid you until the last day, when she was leaving. You were in the lobby when she came down with her suitcase. Her breath hitched looking at you. You were sitting there, on your phone, one leg crossed over the other, one finger absentmindedly twirling some hair. She's not entirely sure what compelled her, but she found herself crossing the lobby, and stopping in front of you.

 "Hi," she said softly.

 You looked up, not expecting her to talk to you. She'd done a good job of ignoring you the entire week. Not that you could blame her after the way your last meeting in London had gone. "Hi, Alexia."

 "It was nice to play with you again. England seems to have really improved your game."

 You weren't sure how to take that. You never competed with Alexia but you'd never felt up to her level, either. Was she making fun of you? You hated this. You'd never questioned her motives before. You'd never wondered if she was making fun of you. Because Alexia would never make fun of you. She had always been your biggest supporter.

 "Thank you." You weren't really sure what else to say. You'd never felt so uncomfortable with her before.

 "Um," she tucked her hands in her pockets, "I was wondering if you were thinking about coming back to Spain next season."

 "I re-signed with Arsenal. I want to end my career at home but right now, I'm not ready to leave Arsenal or my team yet." The truth was, London had given you the space from Alexia that you had desperately needed. It had helped you learn more about yourself. England had improved your game but only because it had improved your mind. You'd been able to pull yourself up and get your head on straight. You missed Alexia desperately but you also had a lot of work still to do.

 Alexia let the now-familiar pain roll through her, forcing a smile. Of course you wouldn't want to leave London or your girlfriend. She felt stupid and slightly embarrassed for even asking. With a muttered, "See you at next camp," she turned away, needing to put some distance between you.

 If Alexia had known you were going to injure yourself the following week and not return to camp for a while, she might have tried to make herself stay and talk to you longer.

 Age 25

 Alexia looked down at her phone as it rang, hoping it would be a call she could silence. She didn't want to talk to anyone today. Training had been tough. It was eight days until the Champions League final and more teammates had been injured. There were barely enough healthy players to make a full squad. Alexia hated going into any game in this position, let alone a Champions League final.

 But it was Alba. She couldn't silence Alba.

 "Ale, check twitter," Alba said as soon as Alexia answered. "Now." She sounded excited.

 "Okay, hold on," Alexia said. She pulled the phone away from her ear and put Alba on speaker. Opening her twitter app, she started scrolling. Her eyes suddenly took in the wedding announcement. "Alba…"

 "Isn't this great news?!" she squeaked.

 "Uh." Alexia wasn't sure she had any ability to speak at that moment. There was Leah with her arm wrapped around her new wife. "Alba," she said again.

 "Okay and now check who posted about the wedding on her insta."

 Alexia didn't need to check to know Alba was talking about Y/N. "I can't."

 "Why the hell not?" Alba asked.

 "I, um, I unfollowed her." You had made your profile private after your first call up to the national team because you didn't like the attention you were getting.

 "You what?!" Alba started muttering, cursing her sister's stupidity.

 "She was uploading so many pictures with Leah and I couldn't handle it. And I couldn't stop myself from looking at every single one of the pictures."

 "God, you're an idiot sometimes. Have you taken too many headers or something? Okay, wait a second." Alexia rolled her eyes at her sister's blunt response.

 Alexia's phone dinged with an incoming text a minute later. She opened the photo, seeing you for the first time in months. You were between Leah and her wife, an arm around both of them, all of you grinning like fools. The caption read - "Congrats to these two beautiful friends of mine. You both deserve each other and all the happiness in the world. I hope this first week of marriage has been complete bliss." God, you looked beautiful.

 "Alexia, you there?"

 "Yeah," she answered quietly.

 "Are you okay?" Her voice had lost all the excitement. Now it just held concern.

 "I don't know." She scratched her forehead. "Alba," she said quietly.

 "I'm coming over."

 Alexia looked at the photo again when Alba hung up. Had she just wasted all this time over a misunderstanding? But then why had you pushed her away if not to make room for a new person in your life? Squeezing her eyes tight, she sighed, unsure how to sort out all the thoughts running through her head.

 Age 25

 Alexia generally put her phone in airplane mode before games. But today, she had wanted to post something right before game time from the locker room. She could feel it. This year Barcelona was going to walk away the winners of the Champions League. She was incredibly proud of how hard the team had worked to reach this game.

 She saw Alba's name flash at the top of her screen as she was posting. Opening the text, her breath hitched. It was a picture of her, their mom, and Y/N from the back, all of them sporting Alexia #11 jerseys. They were all looking over their shoulders, smiling, their thumbs pointing down towards the jersey.

 She had assumed you would come since the game was in London but she hadn't thought you would come wearing her jersey. Not after the last year. Smiling to herself, she put her phone away in her bag and jumped up.

 Now she was really ready to win this thing.

 Lyon came out strong in the first half. Alexia had known this was going to be a hard fought battle and she'd prepared for it. But as she went down again and again, tackle after tackle, she was starting to get pissed off. When one of the Lyon players needed medical assistance, she took the opportunity to call her teammates over and order a new strategy. She wasn't going into that locker room at half without at least scoring an equalizer.

 Within five minutes, Barcelona had made a successful counterattack. Alexia raised her arms over her head as her teammates surrounded her. When they ran back towards their positions, she pointed towards where she knew you were sitting in the stands. Ever since you were kids, when one of you was injured or watching each other's games in person, your goals had been dedicated to each other. Alexia knew you were here. She knew you were injured. And it was how she could tell you mid-game that she knew you were there, watching.

 Alexia was happy going into halftime. The team still had a fighting chance to win, to show the world what Barcelona could accomplish.

 Both teams were fighting for that winning goal throughout the second half. In the 86th minute, Asisat made a break for it and scored, only for the offside flag to come up. Alexia groaned.

 But within a minute, the ball had made it to Alexia and she had a clear shot to the goal. She took it. The shot on goal caught Endler off guard and she barely grazed it as it crossed the line. Alexia dropped to her knees, fighting back the tears. Not only had she scored in a Champions League final but that had likely been the winning goal. She desperately wished for her dad to be there. After her team celebrated with her, she kissed her hand, raising it to the sky, hoping that he was watching from wherever he was. 

 And before running back to her position, she pointed towards you again, a huge grin on her face.

 The next few minutes flew by. Lyon tried to regain control but they weren't able to equalize the score before the final whistle blew.

 Alexia collapsed, letting the tears freely flow now. They had done it. They had won the Champions League. Lieke pulled her up off the ground and into a bone-crushing hug. Alexia wiped her face as they ran towards their other teammates to celebrate.

 After the trophy lifting, Alexia ran towards the family section. Ignoring the security guard, she jumped over the railing. She hugged her mom tight, feeling her mom cry. She pulled Alba into the hug, so happy to have them both there for this moment.

 When they stepped back from each other, her mom wiped the tears off Alexia's cheeks and pushed her towards you, whispering, "Don't screw this up."

 Alexia glanced back at her mom, her eyebrow raised. She nudged Alexia again. Alexia turned back towards you.

 "Congrats, Alexia." You hugged her, whispering, "I'm so proud of you." Alexia started crying again, her arms tightening around your shoulders as the weight of the last year finally left her. You rubbed her back until she got her tears under control.

 Alexia hadn't realized how much she had needed you to be here, hugging her, sharing this moment until now. She had been upset thinking she wasn't going to be able to celebrate with you. But she hadn't realized that she needed you here to celebrate this win fully.

 "I scored both of those goals for you," she whispered before stepping back. She rubbed the back of her hands across her cheeks, drying the last of the tears.

 You smiled at her, blushing. You had hoped when you saw Alexia point towards you that she was telling you the goals were for you. But after the last year and your last few interactions, you hadn't been sure. You scratched your jaw.

 Alexia, riding the high from the win and your completely adorable blush, decided to throw caution out the window. You were here, standing in front of her. For the first time in a year, it didn't feel forced or awkward. Neither of you was avoiding the other. She'd already lost you months before. There was nothing more to lose. But there was everything to gain.

 "I came back to London after we played Arsenal. I came to surprise you but I left when I saw you with Leah."

 "Why?"

 Alexia was unsure if you were asking why she came or why she left. All she could hope was that her response would answer both questions. "I came to tell you that I was in love with you."

 Your eyes widened as you stared at her. "Was?" you finally managed to ask. "Past tense."

 Alexia stepped closer. "Am. Present tense. I'm in love with you, Y/N, and I'm really hoping you might feel the same way."

 In answer, you wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against you. "I'm in love with you, too," you whispered moments before you captured her lips. "Only took you ten years to catch up, Putellas," you muttered kissing her again. You pulled away when Alba started cheering and buried your red face in Alexia's neck. You had forgotten her family was there. You had forgotten where you were. You'd forgotten everything but the woman in your arms. The woman you had wanted for nearly half your lifetime.

 "I'm sorry it took me so long. I've been going crazy for you," she whispered, playing with the baby hairs on the back of your neck.

 "Me, too, Ale."

“I’m so happy you came today.”

“I wouldn’t have been able to keep my distance forever. It was only a matter of time.” Needing to satisfy the deep-seated craving for her, you cradled her face in your hands and kissed her again. "Okay, go. Go celebrate with your team; you deserve to celebrate with them tonight."

 Alexia pouted, conflicted. She knew you were right. Although she hoped there were a lot more Champions League wins in her future, this night was special and she should celebrate it with her team. But she also didn't want to leave you now that you had finally told each other the truth. Especially when it had come at the end of one of the longest, loneliest years of her life.

 There was only one solution she could think of.

 She took your hand in hers. "Come with me?" she asked with a hopeful smile. 

 The answer was simple for you. "Always. Anywhere."

———

I definitely want to write a few follow up ficlets set in this world. If there’s anything you’d like to see, let me know :)

#alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #espwnt imagine #espwnt imagines #fc barcelona femeni #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas

[run-me-through-but-not-like-that]

HII!! absolutely love your work soso much! was wondering if you could write something for a male reader? Maybe Izzy coming to terms with his own sexuality when being faced with a little crush on the reader. Doesn’t have to be too long just something sweet 🫶

Warnings: Internalised Homophobia and Izzy's internal monologue. Izzy doesn't make a full recovery but he's getting there! It's just going to take some more time.

Izzy Hands coming to terms with his sexuality because of you:

Izzy had always known. Had always known, ever since he was a kid, could never escape the sick truth. He was wrong.

He could ignore it, or pretend that he could at least, and he could hide it. He could never fake it, could never look at a woman the same way other men did. And he could scratch an itch while he was on land, behind whatever rat ridden establishment he could find.

And it was enough.

It had been enough.

Then Stede fucking Bonnet and The fucking Revenge came along.

Izzy was used to the way things were, to the Queen Anne, to the ships he had sailed on before that. Sailors took their pleasure where they could find it, being on the water for such long stretches of time. It was just one of those unspoken things, Izzy hadn't allowed himself to partake in those trades for a long time.

Hadn't tumbled about in a dark corner of the hold since he was just a deck hand. Stopped all together when he became Blackbeard's First Mate, he couldn't have his reputation or Blackbeard's sullied.

On the Revenge, everything was different. Everyone talked about their feelings, touched each other like it was nothing, the easiest thing in the world. Like it was aloud.

For the most part, Izzy could turn his nose up at it. He could feel superior.

The Scribe, Spriggs, was confusing. So blatant, unashamed, like he had been taught it was wrong. But Izzy could roll his eyes and push the feeling down. He could call Spriggs a seductress, a slut, a whore, justify his nature.

Then there was you. Goddamn you.

You weren't like Lucius but you weren't like Izzy either. You were like them, though.

You were open with your touches and your feelings, just like the rest of the crew but you didn't flaunt it like Spriggs. Then again, you didn't hide it either.

In fact, Izzy had only learnt about your nature because of that one evening he was dragged into a group bounding activity. Somebody had asked you about past partners, you had laughed and shared your best stories without blinking an eye, without shame. Like it was right. Like it could be right.

Izzy had no idea what gave it away, what tell he had, but you must have seen something, the same thing Spriggs must have saw when he asked if he wanted to be sketched.

It was weeks after that evening when you had approached him on the nightshift. An underhanded tactic, knowing he could leave the deck. You had lent against the ship's railing and casually offered him a smoke, though he had never seen you smoke before. And he had be watching you a lot lately, not that he would admit that to anyone. Not even himself.

He hadn't accepted it.

You didn't leave.

"I know how it tears you down, how everyone wants to beat it out of you. You're not the only one who's been through it, and we haven't been spared from it. Doesn't have to be like that here, it's not like that here. At least, on the Revenge, it's allowed. Just as it should be everywhere else."

You never looked at him once, just watched the waves.

"Don't know what your fucking talking about," a blatant lie and he knew that you knew it. You didn't push though, to his surprise. Everyone always pushed.

"Sure you don't," you nodded, giving him a small smile and nod before leaving.

Izzy was harder on the crew for a little while after that, and he knew it. Didn't care much though. Wanted to punish you, wanted to punish this whole fucking crew for being like this, for being like him. For letting him dare to think that it might be alright. That it might be normal.

But you continued as if it were nothing, as if that conversation (if you could call it that) never happened.

At least, that's how it was for a few days, until you approached him again. Well, it wasn't technically your fault but Izzy felt like you had planned it.

The two of you were put on night watch together.

Thankfully, you didn't talk this time. You greeted him politely and did your fucking job. By sunrise, he was about ready to thank you.

And then it just kept happening. You were just always around, quiet but so very there.

You just had this presence about you. Whenever you were in the room, he could sense you. He could feel your eyes on him, and he knew that his own gaze kept drifting to you.

It wasn't sure when he began to enjoy your company, but he did.

You would get closer these days, not keeping your distance as much. Maybe you didn't need too anymore.

You weren't very chatty but Izzy appreciated that, he found that he enjoyed the comfortable quiet.

You would join him for meals and offered to be his night watch buddy (that's what Bonnet called it).

While you didn't talk too much, not as much as the rest of the crew, you talked just enough to get him to talk as well.

It was nice.

It was easy.

You were nice. More than fucking nice.

Izzy knew he was wrong. He knew it but could ignore it, he could push it to the back of his mind when it was just physical. Never really met a man worthy of caring a damn, expect Edward he supposed. When it was just physical attraction, he could scratch his itch and be done with it.

Then you just had to come along. The physical aspect he could handle, he wasn't so fucking desperate that an attractive man would make him weak in the knees. Not since he was in his teens.

But damn it, he liked you. Actually liked you. As a person and everything.

You made him laugh and smile. Made him feel at ease.

It felt normal. It felt right.

So, when the crew was on shore leave and Izzy had been ordered to get off the ship and 'have some fun', and you joined him at the bar while the rest of your crew drank in the back corner of the pub, he didn't have any complaints.

He even just huffed and rolled his eyes when you insisted on buying him a drink.

And, fuck everything, he enjoyed the conversation the two of you shared.

It wasn't surprising when that nagging itchy feeling returned, Izzy had even expected it. He had been interested in you for months now, his gaze always managing to find you. So, of course he was shifting in his seat whenever you lent towards him, just to be able to speak without raising your voice over everyone else in the pub.

It was him who suggested leaving the pub, complaining about the crowds, but you had agreed without argument.

He nearly fucking punched you when you took hold of his hand, but he settled for just tensing and looking around the empty night streets. There was nobody around to see, so he let you hold his goddamn hand if that's what you wanted.

And when you didn't tug him into some damp alley to have your way with him, he took the lead.

You had laughed, and it had been a beautiful sound, as you grabbed him by the waistcoat and pushed him up against the wall.

You had kissed him then, softer and sweeter than he had expected, hands at his waist.

"Going to court you proper, Izzy Hands. The way you fucking deserve for once," you whispered against his mouth before throwing your arm around his shoulders and marching him back out of that alleyway.

Izzy was in a bit of a daze, as confused by you as ever, as you led him back to the ship. But he was still aware of the way he smiled when you pressed a kiss to his temple, starting to tell him some elaborate story about the Revenge's antics before he showed up.

He tried to listen but all he could really think about was the strange way the crew of the Revenge ran things, how they had managed to make a pirate ship safe. You could lead him onto the ship with an arm wrapped around him and your nose in his hair and there would be no consequences. He could just be the way he was, even if it was wrong.

Roach walked in on the two of you grabbing extra drinks in the galley and he had just told you to not make a mess.

You didn't follow Izzy into his cabin that night, reminding him that you were 'doing this properly', whatever that meant. But Izzy went to bed with a stupid smile on his face, if not feeling a little a little frustrated.

Whatever you were up too, Izzy was antsy to see what you were going to do next. The strangest part was that he planned to let you.

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd x reader

[johnnyraine]

My Crazy Roommates (Smut!)

Suguru Niragi (Alice in Borderland) x Male Reader x Xue Yang (The Untamed)

Words: 2273

3rd of September, 2022

XXX

The day starts as it does most days, you wake up, do your morning routine, eat breakfast, and go to work.

Later on, you return home, throwing your shoes off, not caring enough to pick them up, and making yourself comfortable, eating snacks, and watching whatever you want.

…That is until a bright flash blinds you.

“Ah!”  You exclaim.

Once the light is gone, you try to blink your blurry vision away. Succeeding, you see…

NIRAGI AND XUE YANG!

You sharply inhale before trying to escape, your breathing erratic.

Fortunately, they are still blinded by the light.

Unfortunately, you trip and fall. A glance back shows your discarded shoes. Refocusing on the situation, you try to scramble to your feet, but are kicked, landing on your back. You grunt as a foot lands on your chest. Following it up, you see its, admittedly attractive, owner, Suguru Niragi.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You stumble over your words, unable to get any coherent words out, pissing him off.

“Answer me!” He stomps on your chest.

Fight or flight kicks in and you grasp his leg, but he is kicked off of you, stumbling into the wall.

Xue Yang purses him, not letting a moment pass as Niragi does his best to defend himself.

You miss the snarky comments Xue Yang fires off as your heartbeat fills your ears.

Using this moment to escape, you soon find yourself at your friend’s house, who calls the police for you. But, not even a minute after, your neighbor calls you, telling you that they called the police because of what sounded like “fighting,” and that the two occupants were already in their custody.

For whatever reason, after hanging up, you feel compelled to go to the police station and check on them, much to your and your friend’s bewilderment. But you go and talk to the police, giving them some completely bull story, which later on, you can’t recall how it went, only that you somehow knew what to say.

By the end of it, you say, “They’re my roommates.”

And they let you bail them out.

‘WHY THE FUCK DID I SAY THAT!’ You think, feeling like some higher being must be forcing you, for whatever reason.

By day’s end, Suguru Niragi and Xue Yang, are your “roommates.” Your very dangerous, and attractive, roommates.

~~~

Months passed and... you lived.

Though your life wasn’t great at first. You were the only one doing most of the work: cleaning; cooking: shopping: and having a job. What with your “roommates” threatening you, even if they did lose the weapons, you weren’t having a great time. You had expected worse though, you’ve seen their shows after all, which was another thing.

When they found out that they are, were, fictional characters, you expected them to likely lash out.

So you were surprised when they weren't that shocked or skeptical. But after some thinking, you could see why. Niragi was transported to The Borderland, a place that looks like home but hosts death games which, if you win, allows you to live a few more days until you have to do it again. While Xue Yang came from a wuxia world, where the people fight with magical martial arts, that can allow you to fly and raise the dead if done right.

Following the first two months of your new living arrangement, the two seem to have “mellowed out” a bit.

Niragi was forced to stop his more… violent tendencies, as he was reminded that, yes, the law does, in fact, exist here. While Xue Yang, “mellowed,” it’s very obvious that he only did so because of modern technology and that he’s gotten craftier to work around it. Not great, but it is an improvement… maybe.

On the topic of your two “roommates,” you didn’t fully know how they felt about each other. What happened after your first meeting is still a bit unknown, but you’re fairly certain that Xue Yang beat Niragi.

With that in mind, you’d thought they would hate each other, at least Niragi would. But that changed somewhere in the second month when you discovered that your bed had the look and smell of an… “we fucked in your bed” situation.

You were pissed.

Unfortunately, that led to you yelling at the two, leading to you losing a week of sleep, too afraid that they’d kill you.

The rest of the month passed and you were somewhat sure that you’d live.

Another month passed and you grew a bit bolder, getting more used to the idea that they weren’t going to do anything.

Two more months and you can now call each other roommates, without the quotations!

You all seem to be pitching-in in your own ways, you still have your job, Xue Yang and Niragi… do things. You don’t really question it, you think they’re likely doing something illegal, but you’d rather not know. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that they pay their share of the bills, so who cares? Now and then, you process this and think about “moving out” because of the possible danger… but it passes.

All seems good, it is good.

…You wake up in the middle of the night, remembering how yesterday, the two continuously glanced at each other like they had a plan.

“I’m gonna fucking die,” You whisper to yourself.

~~~

Come morning, you are on constant edge, even as you watch the two eat their breakfast. Your mind racing with possible situations and possible escapes you’ll have to make. So preoccupied, you don’t even notice that you’re staring.

They do.

“What’s wrong with you?” Niragi asks, even though it sounds somewhat like an insult.

“See something you like, Y/n?” Xue Yang asks, teasing you, though you still feel in danger.

Eyes shifting between the two, you move your chair back, “I forgot I have to work early guys, see ya.”

Xue Yang grips your thigh.

“Relax Y/n,” He says, wearing a saccharine smile.

“Yeah, Y/n,” Niragi says, gripping your other thigh. “You’ll really enjoy this.”

You feel a chill run down your spine as these predators gaze upon their prey.

~~~

“Haa,” You let out a breathy moan, looking down at your roommates. On their knees giving you a blowjob.

Their tongues lick either side of your length. Xue Yang gives it a long lick, going up to take you into his mouth, but Niragi beats him by just going for it.

Being glared at, Niragi doesn’t care his tongue circles the tip, his piercing adding to the pleasure as it glides over your slit. Your hips jerk from his ministrations. Not content with standing by, Xue Yang gives a mischievous grin before gripping Niragi's hair and forcing him to take you to the base.

“Ghlgk!”

Niragi gags but makes no motion to stop him as Xue Yang continues to facefuck him on your cock. You feel his throat convulse around your cock, making your toes curl. A few moments of this passed before Xue Yang yanks him off and dives in, taking his turn.

Catching his breath, Niragi tries to do the same to him but fails as Xue Yang forces him to lick the rest of your cock that he doesn’t take into his mouth.

Feeling you getting close, Xue Yang’s mouth leaves your cock before jerking you off, his tongue hanging out of his open mouth in anticipation. Niragi follows after making an annoyed face at him, his tongue piercing shining.

You grip your chair at the sight before letting out a weak moan and cumming.

Just as your cum lands on his tongue, Niragi grabs Xue Yang’s hair and yanks him away with some landing on his face. Niragi, taking most of your load in his mouth, puts his lips around your tip, getting a small jump from you as he sucks.

Xue Yang is growling when Niragi finally leans back, showing you his mouthful, smirking.

Xue Yang opens his mouth to speak but Niragi silences him with a kiss.

The two’s tongues fight, sucking and rolling over each other. Although you are sure this moment is between the two of them, once they separate, you realize that you’re ready to continue.

You’re unsure if they notice because, after their moment, Xue Yang is laying on the kitchen table as Niragi practically makes their pants and underwear disappear.

“Hey!” Niragi exclaims, getting your attention away from his ass.

“Huh? Y-yeah?”

“Bring it,” He says, pointing to what’s on the counter.

Lube.

You are somewhat ashamed that you hadn’t noticed it before, it was that blatant. Then again, you were worried that you’d die today.

Grabbing it, you hear spitting preceded by grunts and low groans.

Turning around, your assumption is proven correct by the view of Xue Yang's legs up against Niragi, who's hilted inside him.

Cringing as they rut against each other, you let out an exasperated sigh and walk over to Niragi’s back.

The next time Niragi pulls back, you reach around him and grab his cock with your lubed hand, startling him. His head whips to look back at you, his thrusts stilted.

“I know you two like each other, but please take of yourselves.” You chuckle softly, feeling more confident.

“Shut up!” They say in unison.

“Calm down you two, I’m merely teasing.” You kiss Niragi’s kneck, feeling him shiver. “Besides, doesn’t it feel better?”

“Hm, Niragi?” He softly moans an affirmative.

“Hm, A-Yang?” You practically purr, your other hand grabbing his leg.

You feel Xue Yang’s leg flex under your touch.

“Yesss,” He moans.

Niragi, who has been thrusting more into your hand than Xue Yang, grabs your wrist and pushes it away, surprising you.

“I can feel you poking my ass, hurry up.”

Letting go of Xue Yang’s leg, you add more lube to your hand and length before helping Niragi, all while he goes back to fucking Xue Yang.

When you are sure he is ready, you lay a hand on his hope and sink into his hot ass.

"Hsss," He hisses, not stopping his thrusts.

With building thrusts into his slick hole, you feel him push back against you with his own thrusts into Xue Yang. Gently, you grasp his balls while your other hand snakes its way up his shirt, teasing his nipple and fondling him as his legs start shaking.

“F-fuck!” Niragi yells, throwing his head back.

Looking over at Xue Yang, you see him stroking himself as he rocks upon the table.

“Take care of A-Yang, will you Niragi?” You whisper in his ear.

Though he grits his teeth, he does, taking Xue Yang’s cock from his grasp and jerking, hard.

His loud moaning stops you from saying anything.

Focusing on the way Niragi's ass feels around your cock, you lean into him, gently tugging and fondling his balls.

His legs already shaky, Niragi falls on the table, landing on his outstretched hands, barely saving himself, and folding Xue Yang in on himself.

"Hhhmm." Knocking him out of breath as Niragi reaches deeper into him.

Niragi's eyes widen as he discovers this. Smirking, he grabs Xue Yang's legs and pushes them to either side of his head, plowing into him.

Xue Yang was breathless and yet, he was harder than ever. With Niragi's cock stretching him to new lengths, he forgot to pay any attention to his own cock.

Niragi's new pose not only helped him but you as well. His ass stuck out more and gripped onto his hips, slamming into him, pushing him even deeper into Xue Yang.

Falling to his elbows, Niragi grits his teeth as it turns more into you fucking him, making him thrust into Xue Yang.

"Fuck me, Y/n. Harder." He grits out.

Following his command, you grab his shoulders forcing him back into your thrust.

Almost lost in his pleasured daze, Niragi heard Xue Yang whine beneath him and, perhaps out of generosity, he jerks him off.

Toes curling, Xue Yang lets out a strangled moan and cums in Niragi's unstopping hand.

Xue Yang knew he was a babbling mess, only coherent enough to moan and enjoy the pleasure.

Seeing this, you chuckle and decide to end this. Taking a different angle, you slam into Niragi’s prostate.

Once more alert, Niragi endures your harsh thrusts, but before long he feels your hot cum filling him. With that, his cock starts throbbing inside Xue Yang and he cums.

Niragi falls atop Xue Yang, refusing to move, though it doesn’t seem Xue Yang minds. That or he’s just tired.

Just as tired, you lay atop the table, your gaze moving between the two before settling on the ceiling, sort-of zoning out.

“Hey,” Niragi gets your attention. “What are you thinking?”

“Probably about us debauched men, sullying him,” Xue Yang teases.

“I’m just thinking that it’s amazing the table can handle so much weight.” Which you were.

Xue Yang cackles while Niragi pushes you off the table.

On the ground, you think about how your lives are going to change, and it does. Somewhat.

The three of you are in a sort-of relationship, there’s more kissing, touching, and sex, but none of you actually talk about being in a relationship. So life just continues as is, you, your house, and your crazy roommates.

…Oh! Uh… a few months later, you end up in the hospital because of an allergic reaction that Xue Yang claims is revenge, though, from the worried look in his eyes, you’re pretty sure he just didn’t know what you were allergic to.

Oh well, you recover and go about doing your regular routine.

#Male Reader #male reader smut #Suguru Niragi x Male Reader #Niragi x male reader #Xue Yang x Male Reader #Alice in Borderland x Male Reader #The Untamed x Male Reader #AIB x Male Reader

[silentalltheseyearsnomore]

In and out of constant crisis... to be expected. Its brutal. SO brutal.

There's a line though, where it is either pain being released and parts processing.. or just retraumatising. And the difference between what makes it one or the other can be so small! And usually to do with if we feel alone or not, connected to S or not, allowed to reach out or not.

Yet we are seeing we survive each time? And it passes. Same with S... we reconnect each time. She doesn't leave.

Today we made a huge leap! An email she sent landed badly. A part wrote a reply, not meanly at all (we never do that and are proud of our ability to communicate these days), but saying how it felt and how upset. But we didn't send... because we knew it wouldn't help. Its how they felt and it was real and valid. But she'd likely feel more defeated and stressed, then we'd feel more disconnected, and the same old cycle. (Also, we figured even IF it was intended how it felt.. we no longer beg for people to understand or care, and that has to be true for her too.) So we didn't send, and instead chose to trust our overall relationship instead of these moments and details.. and just turn up today as unguarded as humanly possible. Which was still hugely guarded lol.

It was SO hard to do. But I am so proud of us. And it went so well. It allowed us both to connect so much quicker and easier and see we are on the same side. We didn't hug her straight away like normal and just hid ourselves not looking at her, but as she started talking and we could hear there weren't bad intentions, we managed to lift a finger up and she reached for it and held our hand. And we were SO proud of us in that moment. It doesn't seem big. But for us it is huge. To be able to reach for connection without going through every detail of what hurt, ask a lot of questions, pick it all through, stay in defense... instead we just listened to how it felt right in that moment. And it allowed us to connect quicker. We made a new choice and it paid off.

She made a comment about us seeming to not want to be there, possibly hating her (kind of jokingly) and we realised that's how it may seem.. like to us it is OBVIOUS we never hate her, always want her. But then to her it is obvious how much she cares etc, and that doesn't mean we always see it. It softened so many protective parts and we looked up and we both smiled and we said of course we don't. It's just all painful. But the pain isn't from her, it's everything before her. And then cuddled in to her. It was so simple in that moment. We are on the same side.

And the whole session was so connecting and simple. Despite the fact we never talked through what happened earlier in the week really.. and despite it being one of the last sessions. It was just simple. The ending of therapy is terrifying but also helping us let go of details and see the big picture. She's SO on our side. We aren't on opposite sides. She's fighting a whole system for us. She's paying for her specialised supervisor she got just for us, even after we arent a client, to help us both through this transition and to help us fight the system as she's a very high up contact. She is thinking everything about this transition through so she doesnt rush things or make mistakes others did. She cares so much. So yeah, she's not perfect, she misses the mark, and she can't be everything we wish she could. But she is a human who wants us in her life and cares deeply and is fighting to get us the right support. We can get lost in all the pain or we can look at how lucky we are to have her.

#s #pls let us remember this #pleaseee can we all stay in this reality more #but honestly! choosing to not pick apart hurts and know that the intentions werent harmful.... so BIG #ofc theres a balance because we cant just let people harm us from good intentions #like k #but looking at the big picture and seeing what really matters #the big picture with k was a lot of harm amongst the love for example #the big picture with s is so much support and care and some mistakes and hurt because we are both human #we could spend the times we have with her pulling apart those mistakes or missings #or we could spend the time feeling connected #like i know its not that simple lol #we never felt we had a choice before #but right now we do!!!!!! #we saw the choice and made it and it was so much better #we need as much comfort and connection and joy as possible right now #and that means maybe just letting some things go #maybe its okay to let mistakes and missings go in safe relationships #maybe shes not going anywhere so if we feel the need to bring something up down the line we can #!!!! #maybe theres no urgency #maybe we can let things go and see how it feels #and if they cant be fully let go we can bring it up at another time #because maybe there is time and space and ???? #wild

[8-rae-rae-8]

To Save A Life - Chapter 6/?

Graves x Roach

No criticism please <3

Tags under the cut

Hurt/Comfort, Canon Typical Violence, Roach has trouble talking, Graves knows how to save a life (shocking), Roach x Graves, takes place in 09, Task Force 141 as Family (Call of Duty), Author Has Never Played Call Of Duty, Quite a few people are dead already, I'm not killing them, preshadow company, Graves doesn't have his shadows yet, Young Philip Graves, Young Gary Roach Sanderson, Past Simon "Ghost" Riley/Gary "Roach" Sanderson, (that is only potentially I haven't decided yet), Graves is considerate and kind??, Coma, it's inaccurate though, Pre-Graves being evil, inaccurate coma, slow burn, disabled character, suicidal thoughts, references to depression, guns, shooting, dead characters, [Some may be added or changed]

[start]

Noises all faded into each other. Shouts and orders he couldn't make out. It all sounded like chaos. His eyes worked with him, allowing him the vision to scan the area as much as possible. Heart straining in his chest.

Someone came to him- Graves… Graves came to him, standing over him in the helicopter as he undid all the straps on the stretcher. He was slung over Graves' shoulder without so much as a second thought. Words fell from Graves' lips, but it fell upon deaf ears.

Everything suddenly felt like it was shaking. An earthquake? No, they were still in the helo still, no?

Well, not for long. It was about a 6 foot drop, but Graves jumped out while he had Roach over his shoulder. Doing what he could to protect him from the harsh landing. A small ‘oof’ came from Roach, not that he realized it was even him who made the sound.

He realized a lot of the chaos he heard were shots. The familiar sound finally rung in his ears. Bullets pierced the helo’s plating, as Graves' team followed his lead of jumping out.

Then they weren't there anymore. They weren't where the helo landed.

It happened so fast, how did they get inside?

His head spun. Nausea pooling in his weak stomach. His eyes had closed again.

A familiar voice called to him, a hand on his cheek as if it would assist him in feeling better.

“Roach, eyes open, come on.” It was a soft order. It all felt so much harder than that. Nothing was that simple, not for Roach.

Fear, panic, adrenaline and an underlying anger held him in place. Sharp inhales and slow exhales coming from him. But his eyes just wouldn't budge again.

“You're safe.” the american said, trying to promise it to Roach. Even though they had just been attacked.

An attack or a hit, the latter was more likely.

“You passed out.” Oh. Well, that made sense for how confused he was. It didn't help much knowing that information. At least he had an answer.

Silence filled the small room briefly, dim with light. Graves moved from where he'd laid Roach. He kept talking, but not to him. The radio on his chest kept receiving updates from his men. Until it all cut out.

“0-2?? Do you copy?” Graves' voice had an undeniable edge to it. His steps were heavy as he was making it to the door.

“He's down, 0-1!” One shouted through 0-2’s radio. The sound of whirring gunfire and shouting was audible.

Graves had a choice to make. Help his men, or stay Roach.

Graves chose the first.

“Stabilize him, 0-2! I'm coming. 0-1 out.” That was all Roach heard before the thumping of boots as they ran from the room and outside.

The room was silent. Too silent. Roach forced his eyes open. His breath felt strained, but not in a panicked way. He wasn't getting enough oxygen. Removing him from the hospital wasn't their smartest decision. But they had to make do.

His eyes closed again. Not quite of his own volition. His body merely couldn't handle more. Rest was needed. Even on this uncomfortable excuse for a bed.

Unfortunately, rest wasn't something Roach got.

For a moment, everything was fine. It was quiet. Just a small breeze coming through the small room from the open door. That was okay. Not a cause for concern.

It got loud again. Roach's eyes opened in a panic. Drawing in a breath, that stretched his burned skin to its max. The pain added a new level of burn to the already burnt parts of him. His mind felt hazy as he was getting used to it.

“Get him in!!” So, not much time to get used to it. Graves' voice cut through the haze like a brand new knife. The sound of at least three men came through the area. Not into the small room, but the one next to them. A bigger one. From what Roach could tell, there was one that was laid on the floor. But he was going off sound.

“Pulse steady. Get me a tourniquet!” There was a desperation to Graves' tone. He could tell Graves felt very strongly for his men. Always needing to help and protect them. A friend to his men, not just a leader.

Roach could admire that. Reminded him of his own team. There was that thought again. Since everything, it made him deeply upset. His breath shallow and slow.

“Tourniquet, damnit!” Roach heard Graves raise his voice. There were feet scurrying away, then quickly coming back. Roach guessed the item had been found.

“Thank you.” Came the much softer reply. It was back to quiet after that. From what Roach could tell, the wound got tended to and the rest of Graves' men came into the base. Claiming they'd been successful, their attackers not so much.

Then the steps came back in his direction.

His eyes hardly closed the entire time. Perhaps the panic or worry making it so he couldn't rest.

Graves' eyes seemed to flicker down, to Roach's side. Then growing wide.

The blue fabric of the hospital gown having a small bit of red on it. Roach was unaware of this fact, evident by the look in his eyes.

“Ya’ll get some first aid!” Graves shouted to the larger room. With gentle movements, he untied the first strap on the back of the gown, enough to see the damage to Roach's side.

“Roach, you doin’ okay?” The american asked, softly checking what had happened. “Must've picked you up wrong or something.. you're all irritated and cut up from somethin’.”

So maybe the pain of his deep breaths had been exasperated by a wound that was already there.

“We'll get you patched up. Stay strong, soldier.”

[end]

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #gravesroach #cod mwii #09 cod #graves x roach

[josnhoes]

For child au in Obey me how would Lucifer, Mammon, and maybe Solomon be when the child cry and walked to them asking if they are going to a bad place because their mother is not married and they are a child of a single mother

Content warning talks of damnation, demons and wizards are bad with small kids but trying, and child reader.

Reader is a young child, with a single mom who isn't in the devildom with them, and it is not the earlier kid au this reader has a mom who tries her best. Please note the bold of each name signifies a seperate scenario start they do not *all* happen.

You always remembered the scorn on some meaner adults faces when you told them it was just you and your mom when they asked about your father. You never knew the man and you weren't sure of your mom even remembered him to tell you who he was. Still it was painful to see all those family and kids who didn't get sneered at by the older folks. Not everyone was mean, you knew lots of nice adults! Like the brothers and mr.prince and his butler! Sure they had accidently taken you from your mom but they were trying to get you home. But if you died before then with how dangerous this place was what would happen? The mean adults always said you were going to a very bad place because you didn't have a dad and that your mommy was a bad word. But your new friends would know right?

Lucifer was as always in his office. You didn't know why he was there so often but he said it was important so you believed him. You carefully opened the door a nervous frown on your face.

"Mr.Lucifer? Um..." you suddenly felt even smaller as his sharp eyes landed on you. Though he didn't seem made so that was good.

"Did Mammon break something again?"

"N-no! I had a question." He motioned for you to come inside the room and continue. "Umm alot of adults say I'm going to a bad place when I die because I don't have a daddy... is... is that true?" You felt the heat of the tears starting to fall.

Lucifer panicked he did not sign up for *this* when he agreed to look after you. Plus this *was* technically hell so you were in 'the bad place'. Not that anyone would tell you nor where they allowed. "No but they will be for telling lies. Don't listen to people like that."

"How can you be so sure?" You sniffled which made the man get us and carry you to his desk so he could wipe your nose with a tissue.

"I just do." That didn't help much but you felt somewhat reassured. He didn't give much other answers aside 'I just do' and 'trust me' every time you asked until you tuckered yourself out.

Mammon had taken the role of guide and best big brother to you since you arrived. Something about your tiny squishy face made him soft. So when he came into your room after hearing sniffling he was ready to fight.

"Oi! Who made ya' cry?" This demon was down and ready to maim someone. Sure he was one of the least violent brothers but he had limits.

"N-no one." You tried to lie.

"Don't give me that kiddo. I can tell when ya' lie remember?"

You looked down in shame, "I was just remembering back home, and the mean neighbor lady."

"How is she mean?" You didn't seem the type to cause trouble so he couldn't see it being fair punishments.

"She would tell me I was going to a bad place because I don't have a daddy. I got scared." Yes the memory had spooked you.

"You're not going to no bad place. You're too good a kid, besides remember what I told you? If you're ever in danger or scared you can call for me and I'll protect ya'." Which he had proven to you a few times already. He was relieved to see you nod, "Now come on let's get you some ice cream."

It wasn't a perfect solution to your fears but the joy of being little was you were easily distracted by treats.

Solomon being the only other human in the exchange program had taken on a gaurdian role of his own with you. Like a cool uncle or weekend dad. But sometimes that wasn't a good thing. Like right now.

The pair of you had been watching a comedy and the father and child where talking and bonding and you burst into tears, much to the wizard's confusion. Still he tried very hard to get you to calm down and tell him what's the matter.

"I'm going to the bad place because I don't have a daddy!" Seeing the bonding had brought back some bad thoughts it seemed.

"So you think you'll go to a bad place because you don't have a dad? That won't happen but I tell you what. I *can* be your dad!" He went with what seemed like a simple solution for a child's logic. Not at all considering what this meant.

"You're too young to be a dad!"

"I'm much older then I look besides you see this white hair? I'm an old man."

"Then you'd be my grandpa not my dad."

"Oh how my darling child wounds me so." He faked a dramatic fall against the arm of the sofa you'd both been on. "Cast aside by my baby MC so easily, how will o survive?"

"Noo don't die you can be my dad! I'm sorry!" You ignored the way he bounced back up and pulled you into his arms as though he hadn't been mortally wounded by your words.

#obey me #shall we date obey me

[sereia1313]

One more 🏳️‍🌈

KaguSan dance teachers black

@neutronstardust you give me such wonderful prompts to work with! I have to give you the fluffiest stuff in return.

Read it on Ao3, Dokuga, and FFnet

KaguSan, Dance Teacher, Black

Kagura lounged in her chair, appearing relaxed even though her mind raced. She'd just finished her grand debut as a principal in the company but had fouled up the landing of her fouettés during the pas de deux. She hadn't done something as embarrassing as fall down, but it was still an obvious misstep.

A soft tap at her door pulled her out of her downward spiral. "Come in."

Sango poked her head through the doorway, a knowing smile on her face. "I thought we'd talked about this."

Kagura scowled at her. "You saw what happened."

The brunette shuffled into the room. "Only because I've seen you do that set a million other times. No one else noticed."

"There was a talent scout in the audience," Kagura groused, bobby pins scattering as she yanked them out of her hair.

"And he was on his feet during your curtain call just like the rest of us," Sango said, reaching out to still her hand. Kagura sighed, then wrapped her arms around her wife, kissing her swollen stomach.

"At least you weren't around to see Mama fuck up."

Sango ran her fingers through her hair. "She's going to come out of there already knowing how to swear if you keep doing that."

Kagura smirked, peeking up at her. "Says the woman who goes into a tirade every time she breaks a yolk."

Sango's cheeks turned pink. "It's not my fault. The doctor said I'm not allowed to have runny eggs, and I hate it."

"Is that why you stab them every time you make them?" Her blush only deepened, and she'd likely have pulled away if Kagura's arms weren't firmly locked around her waist. "Don't worry, Mommy isn't always that violent when it comes to poultry," she said, nuzzling her stomach.

Sango sighed, pulling the rest of the hairpins. "I'm supposed to be in here reassuring you."

"I'm not sure if that's going to happen."

Sango walked back towards the door. "Well, I know some other people who were very impressed with your performance tonight." She stuck her hand into the hallway, waving it around for a moment. Kagura frowned; who was she—

A gaggle of young girls flooded the doorway, all buzzing with excitement as they swarmed her.

"Kagura-sensei, you were amazing!"

"Do you have a twin?"

"She played both parts, stupid!"

"Can I see your black tutu?"

The questions came at her rapid-fire, and Sango couldn't help but laugh, the helpless look on her wife's face a sight to behold. Ruby eyes glared at her, and Sango just shrugged. "You brought this on yourself."

Sighing in defeat, Kagura accepted the various flowers, motioning her students to the back of the dressing room where her costumes were hung. The girls squealed in excitement, almost tripping over each other to get a closer look.

The prima ballerina shook her head, then gifted her wife a soft smile and a silent 'Thanks' before attempting to answer all her students' questions.

#sereia1313 #creator: sereia1313 #sereia: my stories #100 fic ask #Kiss fic #tumblr asks #my inbox is always open #my inbox is overflowing #spill the tea #support creativity #inuyasha fandom #inuyasha fanfiction #kiss & tell #kiss and tell #kagusan #kagura x sango #neutronstarchild #team happy ending #gimme all the fluff

[lokidottir1308]

Hermes x fem!reader

warnings: secret relationship

genre: angst / fluff

Since Hermes was Zeus' right hand man, Zeus didn't allow Hermes any distractions. However, when Hermes met you, he forgot about the oath he swore to follow.

Hermes was the son of Zeus and the nymph Maia, whereas you were the daughter of Odin and Jord. Odin and Zeus never got along since they were both claimed to be the mightiest of their mythology.

Nevertheless, Hermes and you always got along perfectly. The both of you shared the fate of growing up with countless siblings and being your father's assistants.

As the years went by, you got to know Hermes and eventually fell in love with him. You knew your father wouldn't be happy if he found out about your love for Hermes, but he'd accept it for your sake.

In case Odin wouldn't approve at first, you knew your brothers, Thor and Loki, would have your back. Thor was always the quiet one, so his father knew when Thor said something to him, he needed to pay extra attention to what his son was saying.

You were sure Odin couldn't care less about Loki's opinion, he didn't really like his trickster "son". Even though Loki wasn't your biological brother, you always got along with him.

Zeus, on the other hand, wouldn't be so happy about Hermes' love for you. After all, he was the chairman of the Council of Valhalla, so if he didn't approve of your relationship, Hermes and you would need to break up.

The mere thought made your heart sink. You really did love Hermes. The other gods and goddesses knew about your relationship with him, but kept their mouths shut for your guys' sake.

To others, you probably seemed like a weird couple: a Greek god in a relationship with a Norse goddess, whose fathers both were claimed to be the most mighty of their mythology.

However, one night would change your life forever. The evening after the first two battles of Ragnarok, Zeus decided it would be a good time for a party, despite him being injured because of Adam.

You were standing in your room with Loki, trying on the dress that Hermes had bought for you a few weeks ago. When you walked out of your dressing room, Loki's eyes immediately landed on you.

"Sister, you look amazing." He complimented you, taking your hand in his and holding it above your head so you could twirl around. You thanked him before interlacing your arm with his.

"Hermes is already at the party. He wanted me to tell you to meet him outside of the ballroom at 10 o'clock." Loki informed. You hummed before turning to look at him.

"Did he tell you what he wanted to talk about?" You asked your brother. "If I knew, it wouldn't be a secret anymore. Besides, I wouldn't tell you." He smirked, making you roll your eyes while smiling.

Two servants opened the door for you guys and immediately, you felt someone's eyes on you. You looked around briefly before spotting Hermes looking at you with a slightly opened mouth.

You smirked before hugging Aphrodite. "Dear, you look ravishing! Where did you get that dress from?" She asked. You smiled at her and she looked at you knowingly.

Before you knew it, it was 10 o'clock and you went outside the ballroom to talk to Hermes. He waited a few minutes before leaving the room so it wouldn't look suspicious.

When he stepped outside and the doors closed, he went up to you and kissed you without a greeting. "My love, you look like a fairy." He complimented.

"Thank you, dear. You don't look bad yourself." You smiled, placing your arms around his neck. He leaned in and kissed you gently, his hands around your waist.

"I see how it is. You disregarded my rules, Hermes." Zeus' voice boomed, making you and Hermes let go of each other. You could see rage and anger in Zeus' eyes.

When Zeus was about to attack Hermes and you, Ares and Shiva went to help you. They held back Zeus, telling him he was drunk, so Hermes and you could run.

You took his hand before running off. You knew you weren't safe in the palace, so you guys ran into the forrest just outside the palace. The sky darkened significantly while you were running.

Rain started pouring down and you could hear thunder roaring in the distance. It was hard for you to run in heels, so you let go of Hermes' hand to take them off.

Immediately when you stopped, a lightning hit the ground right next to you. You shrieked and started running again as fast as you could. "C'mon, dear." Hermes screamed and took your hand in his.

Eventually, you found a cave in a clearing and Hermes pulled you inside. You leaned against the stonewalls, trying to catch your breath. After a few minutes, you sat down next to Hermes.

"Hermes, I'm so sorry." You whispered. He looked at you like you were crazy. "Dear, what are you sorry for?" He asked. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be in this situation right now. Zeus was so enraged because of us." You explained looking at your lover.

He pulled you into him and you hugged him back immediately. "Y/N, do not ever think this is your fault. I love you and even if I could, I would never decide against our relationship. I don't care that Zeus doesn't approve it, I will love you no matter what."

"Thank you. I love you too." You whispered before kissing him. He pulled you closer and you closed your eyes, eventually drifting off to sleep.

#imagine #oneshot #hermes #record of ragnarok #shumatsu no valkyrie #snv

[blindingspark]

Rebuilding

As the Dragonsong war has officially come to an end, a recovering Estinien comes to a revelation in the midst of healing. Rating: General Pairing: Estinien/WoL-ish Notes: A fair bit of fluff and talk in this one! Hope you enjoy~!

Clear skies and the distant chiming of the cathedral bells on a fair breeze, it had the air of a perfect day within the city of Ishgard; that certainly would have been the case for a recovering Dragoon, bedridden and staring out the opened window like confined child- if one looked closely enough they could detect a pout on his face.

Weeks had passed since he was pulled back from the brink of total destruction, quite literally at the hands of the Warrior of Light and the young Scion upon prying Nidhogg's eyes from his person- the memory still bitterly fresh in his mind. It was all he had to occupy his time between rereading the same three novels on his bedside table- never bothering to request new ones- and being prodded and tended to by the Chirugeons.

Estinien let out a grumbling sigh, settling back against the pillows and turning his attention to the ceiling with a soft thump as his head met the headboard, the elezens gaze tracing every line of the wooden beams grain and the subtle cracks of paint as he had done countless times before. Were it not for the occasional visitor, he had every confidence he would have gone mad in this infirmary, even if the company itself sometimes made the Dragoon wish to sprint as fast as his recovering self could manage; though he valued the friendship of the Lord Commander, he seldom had the energy to keep up with his kindly conversation at all times-

The sound of the heavy knob turning caught his ear, giving a sidelong look and lifting his head as he watched the quiet au ra give a nod of thanks to the chirugeon at the door before walking in, noting the fresh bouquet of wildflowers in their arms and briefly looking to the old ones on his table. His thoughts travelling to how they had made a point to bring new flowers during each visit...

They were consistent, at least.

"Oh! I wasn't sure if you were still asleep," they chirped, approaching the bedside table and going about the process of refreshing the flowers, "The attendants turned me away the first time I came to visit a few bells ago on account of you needing your rest." 

"It's the only other thing they'll allow me to do while I'm cooped up here," Estinien said dryly, earning a snicker from Auri while they set aside the wilted blooms, a brief silence hanging in the air before the Dragoon broke it, "Though I thought you had business elsewhere."

"Mmh, somewhat," they glanced over to him, offering a small shrug alongside a warm grin, "More meetings and talks which I'm requested to attend, as always. I'm not sure how long I'll be away, however, and I wished to bring one more batch of flowers before I left."

A small grunt of affirmation, his gaze landed on the new flowers and wondering what prompted the mage to begin bringing them in the first place… it was only upon hearing the slight shift of fabric that he looked up to Auri once more, seeing the curious look that glistened in their eyes,

"With summer coming to an end, some blooms from before weren't available," they said, their mouth pressing to a firm line as they seemed to linger on a thought, "Unless something else troubles you."

"Just the same shite as always while I've been here," Estinien huffed with a wave of his hand, now looking to the window that had been opened slightly to let fresh air in, a look of longing showing in his stormy gaze, "I could take a swipe of a dragons claw and recover more quickly than I have with this… whatever this was."

The frustration slipped into his tone, earning a tilt of the head and Auritel slowly moving to sit on the edge of the bed, hands loosely clasped and resting on their lap,

"Well… a dragons claw does seem rather severe, but you were taken over by a Greatwyrm, after all… you said so yourself that his anguish and rage alone were far too great for any one person to bear," they paused, sighing and- with some hesitancy- reached to rest one hand atop his, watching his gaze flicker down and lingering as they continued, "You aren't simply recovering from a physical wound, Estinien, both body and soul need care after such an ordeal."

He grimaced, moreso at his own stubbornness and wanting to argue against their sentiment than actual frustration at the notion, his next words sounding akin to a defeated thought slipping out,

"I've tended my own wounds for this long." 

"That you have," Auri nodded, glancing down at where their hand rested atop his and gently squeezing, "But… you don't have to this time. You'll heal in time, without question, but until then… I'm truly thankful to see that you lived after all of this."

Seeing his brows knit together, the au ra continued, "We had hope that we could save you, but there was always the fear that we may have been too late. The fact you're here, of your own sound mind, is comforting in its own way," they offered a gentle smile, leaning slightly to meet his gaze, "You're a different man from when we first met at Dragonhead, and I mean that in earnest."

Estinien's usual scowl softened at their words, finding a sense of relief settling in his shoulders and sighing as he leaned back, feeling himself hesitate in pulling his hand out from under theirs as he did so. He looked them over, letting a faint smirk curl his lip and gesturing to the door with his head, "Perhaps I'll continue to change while you're away, then; I may even be healed by the time you return."

Auri snickered, moving to stand and gathering up the wilted flowers as they looked to the Dragoon one last time, "Maybe we'll both be different by the time we meet again, though I hope neither of us will be away for too long," they said softly, dipping their head in a small bow before they turned and took their leave, slowing after a few steps and looking over their shoulder, "Take care of yourself, stray cat."

The nickname felt like an unexpected caress, prompting his smile to show a touch more and nodding in turn, " 'til next we meet, little dragon."

One last smile, and the mage slipped out of the infirmary just as quietly as they had entered; the elezen's attention lingering until the heavy clunk of the doors handle served as a surefire border between a friendly visit and the old familiar silence, leaving him to his own devices once more.

Though he was no stranger to quiet and solitude, Estinien could admit that the departure of his companion tugged a bit more viciously than he had anticipated, though he could not exactly place why… perhaps it was simply their presence being a pleasant change of pace from the energetic and eagerness of the others he knew, or their air of holding no expectations other than to be true and present. 

His gaze fell to the sheets he had become so acquainted with, studying the seams and woven cloth as though they held the answers to his pondering. Perhaps they had actually grown to enjoy his company as he had theirs, somehow-

Looking to the flowers, he reached over and gently grasped one of the larger leafs, running his thumb across the shining surface and finding his thoughts travelling: he never did ask why they brought him flowers even after they had made a habit of it, even after Aymeric had given a sly grin and questioned the display upon seeing it during his own visitation, even after a fretting Alphinaud spoke of the blooms and the meaning of those he knew… perhaps a part of him held onto the flowers as something purely known between the au ra and himself, just as they had known eachother through private conversation and their travels together to the churning mists and beyond. The trials they had faced in spite of themselves and their arms-length alliance, slowly fading with time until they lingered in the others company by their own volition and not purely because it was asked of them; his mind eventually pulled to the moment Nidhogg had taken control, how cold they could have become in the face of such a turn and yet…

Letting go of the frond, he lingered on the path his mind had begun to walk and felt a steady realization grip and hold him in place, a realization that he had been a fool to not see before now. He reached up and ran his fingers through his hair, giving a frustrated ruffle and letting his head fall back to stare at the ceiling,

You damned fool, he thought, grimacing at the familiar beams, even if such feelings were ever requited, they deserve better than… this.

His grimace faded to a solemn stare, exhaling slowly and closing his eyes, and Fury knows they can have better if they merely say so, the way Aymeric speaks of them alone is more than enough proof of such a thing. 

The thought left him bitter, a slight pang in his chest yet held no malice towards his longtime friend or the Warrior of Light. If anything it felt akin to a quiet, though powerful longing he had seldom experienced… 

A grumbling sigh escaped him as he urged himself sitting upright, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and moving to stand- wobbly as he was from being bedridden during his healing. He was in no place for self pity or humouring the jealous gnawing in his chest, the swirling doubts with such a realization was something he could scarcely stand to wallow in within the confines of the infirmary.

My body and soul may heal with time, but I am wont to simply watch the days pass until they return, he thought, slowly working out the aches in his body and pulling on clothing better suited for travel, and I will not be wallowing in my own sorry state in the meantime… there is more than enough for me to attend to; perhaps tending to old wounds as well may help me find clarity.

Estinien stood upright after tightening the last tie to his boots, doing a quick scan of the room and pausing on the bouquet on the bedside table and finding himself lingering. A moment of thought ushered him forward, plucking a random flower- camellia, he recalled- and walking towards the windowsil, glancing over his shoulder to ensure there were no attendants about to enter before placing the bloom down where Auri would be certain to find it and slipping out through the open window.

A breeze followed, faintly billowing the curtains and disturbing the petals of the chosen flower, though it's fate would remain unknown to the departing Dragoon as he took his leave from the ancient city he called home.

#Cata Writes #estinien x wol #wolstinien #estinien varlineau #estinien wyrmblood #ffxiv #otp: Auristinien

[legaciestold]

@myersbprd continued from x

they've come so far since those kids returning home to fell's church after a summer in france. they'd been so unprepared for the world that was going to come rushing toward them, though, elena thinks now, maybe, it wasn't just her destiny to be part of it. johnny's path to the eldritch had paralleled her own in many ways. witch best friends. death and murder in a small town. and now they were living their lives, adults a decade on and he was working for some top secret agency and she.. well, she'd made a deal with angels to take out a devil. funny how life played out. maybe she hasn't given her brother enough credit. she knows, oh she knows he's been cross with her need to protect him on multiple occasions; she'd have been the same way in the reversal. but now it is him who she's coming to for help. who she is trusting and putting her faith in to meet this challenge with her.

maybe elena's not showed it to him before, not in the right way when she was trying to control a chessboard that was much more beyond her than she'd ever had willingly admitted. but she does believe in him. he was so resourceful and his knowledge about the world so many failed to see only grew. he was capable. it didn't mean she wouldn't worry about him, but it did mean she was willing to come to him now to seek an answer to the situation she'd gotten herself into. and frankly, even if the rest of their family still held no idea about the fact she wasn't in that grave next to her parents, klaus being back in the land of the living meant her and johnny's family was in just as much danger as elena and stefan. it meant johnny was too. johnny had been there when her ghost had led that army of soldiers to drag the old one away and she didn't for one moment think klaus wouldn't remember each and every one of their faces. this was his fight too even if it was about to be thrust on him like aunt judith's failed attempt at christmas dinner that one year she'd nearly burned the kitchen down.

"klaus is back johnny." elena states, matter-of-factly and allowing a pause to let the words sink in. "the guardians want him dead for good this time and they know they can't do it themselves." which meant she had to be involved. wasn't she or meggie the only people she knew of who held the blood ability to do such a thing? and elena certainly wasn't going to allow margaret within five states of the old one who'd brought down literal empires in the past. "i bargained." she begins for was that not what elena had done? bargained the fate of innocent humans, of the world for one person. leave it to elena to barter with an angel and come out on top, a part of her was rather proud of that even if she shouldn't be. "i said i wouldn't help them unless they gave me stefan back. they weren't very happy with me. not with how things were going..." but he didn't need to know about what her and damon had done to henrik. she was just lucky that klaus was a bigger issue than the fact she'd found a work around to her and damon's previous deal with the angels. she was going to pay for that. she knew she would.

"i feel like that's going to come back on me at some point. but i knew what game i was playing as soon as i started. i'll deal with the consequences. but right now, we need to track down klaus before he tracks us down. every moment he remains here is another moment they could take stefan away and say i wasn't fast enough or that wasn't following their deal." there's a pause then, something simmering in her eyes she rarely talks about because when she does the guilt floods into her no matter how many times he or stefan have told her it wasn't her fault once the truth was discovered. "they took mom and dad, wasn't that enough?" did they? or did she when she'd distracted her father from driving when she'd seen them in the sky coming to take her away? "i can't lose stefan. i can't lose you or meggie or the others. i won't. i don't care what i have to do johnny. we need to kill klaus once and for all and i think your bprd can help with that."

#muse; elena gilbert #v; main #myersbprd

[sunshineistyping]

Hi! Can I have some Freddy x animatronic reader x Monty? You know, some sort of jealousy and rivalry between the animatronics and reader just doesn't understand what's going on?

I absolutely can!

Fight For You

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy/Monty Gator X GN!Animatronic!Reader

They’re fighting over you so I mean, it’s both?

Au: None

Warnings: None

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What had started as something small had turned into something big. You had been getting closer with Monty and Freddy between shows. Though at first it wasn’t a problem, you were the background singer, you needed a connection to everyone so shows would flow more. However, it just ended in disaster. You would hang out with Freddy too much and Monty would get angry, you'd hang out with Monty too much and Freddy would get sad. You couldn't understand it. Eventually it stopped and something grew in it's place. A battle you were completely unaware of.

Who could win you over first.

It started with Freddy checking in on you every day and Monty bringing you extra pizza. It was small and sweet, you enjoyed those simple times. Then it became who could impress you, Freddy doing more tricks on stage than needed and Monty winning every single game he touched. It landed Freddy in maintenance a few times and Monty breaking a few arcade cabinets. You worried and scolded the both of them but they didnt stop. It felt almost embarrassing how easily they pulled you back and forth between them. How they fought and fought over you and how oblivious you were. Even now you just couldn't wrap your head around it. Why on earth would they be breaking their backs to impress you? You weren't bothered by the friendship they were displaying and how they wanted to make you happy, but why would they fight so much against each other? Why did it matter who you did or didn't spend the day with?

You tried to ask Roxanne what she thought about it and she simply shrugged. She refused to look you in the eye and blatantly told you it was not any of her business. That she shouldn't get involved. You asked Chica and she panicked, running off with a box of pizza in her hands. You couldn't even catch up and she avoided you the rest of the day. What was going on and why couldn't you understand it? I guess the only way to find out would be directly from the source.

“Oh, hey Freddy, are you free?” You tilted your head at the bear passing by and for a moment he paused. You watched him think before finally he nodded and turned to you. He was almost unnaturally stiff and it made you begin to worry once more.

“So, I noticed you and Monty have been super friendly. Youve been going out of your way to be around me but neither of you even look at each other. Why is that?”

“Well I-”

“Whats going on over here?” The gator you had just been talking about made his way over, wrapping a lazy arm around you and another around Freddy. Though his grip on the other male was definitely more tense.

“I was just asking a question, now that you're here, could you answer it too?” The man had nodded but as soon as you asked the question both boys simply looked at each other and created an excuse to leave.

“What? Freddy, you don't have a goldfish, Monty you don't even like to read.” You crossed your arms in annoyance but they once again insisted they had to go, finally, you allowed it. They both scurried off pretty fast. What was going on with those two?

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#fnaf x reader #security breach x reader #x reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral reader #glamrock freddy x reader #monty gator x reader #montgomery gator x reader

[ruthlesslistener]

Frankly i am so tired with "PK and WL" are colonizer... first, she is an ancient tree, she probably was born in hallownest eons ago (she probably CAN'T move around great distances so she either hided during the radiance time or was saw as a minor deity), in other hand, the people who worshiped the void was wiped out of existence due The Radiance "you are with me or you are my enemy", at least PK was "all right you other gods stay in your lane and we all ok" (+)

(+) they are gods, they dont really understand (or care in some cases) mortal lives...even Unn who is the most hands off (ha) of her followers, she hide herself and left them to believe she abandoned them to the plague.

...

Yeah same here, though I'm hesitant to say that PK was in any way better than the Radiance because Unn herself is pretty damn old, which indicates that she and Radi likely lived in harmony before PK bc they weren't fighting for the same caverns. But hard agree on WL being native to Hallownest's caverns, because her roots are spread all over the kingdom, which indicates that she lived in Hallownest her whole life. So she literally can't be a colonizer, because these are her native lands, she just didn't have power at the time- AND she married the Pale King, whom she is still very fond of even after his death. The Radiance, on the other hand? We got no idea when she came to Hallownest, let alone if she was hatched there. What we DO know is that the Void civilization appears to be the oldest instance of bugs and gods in the caverns, and that they mysteriously 'dissapeared' before the Radiance gained power, which leads me to believe that they are the true natives and she was the one that destroyed them- esp. since Seer mentions how she tires of 'history's repetitions' when talking about the gods

Also, the thing with Radi losing power? It wasn't because of some violent takeover, as PK himself didn't engage with her directly. He literally just convinced the moth tribe to change sides. Sure, these are just the developer notes, but seeing as the idea persisted to the final game, I don't see why I shouldn't accept this as a somewhat rough explanation of what happened in canon

And like. Don't get me wrong here, I'm not defending what PK did or claiming that what he tried to do was justified, since this sort of shit is really serious and could count as cultural genocide. But it's important to note that the moths managed to keep their culture through the years and that there is no mention of the Pale King himself being the reason they died out, so it's likely that they were simply incorporated into Hallownest after he took it over. I don't believe his claims that he gave bugs mind in the slightest, but after seeing how Radi herself seizes control through the infection, my guess is that she likely did not allow anyone but her moths the freedom of will, and all he did was break that control. Radi gives me very Bad Christian God vibes tbh, in that she only allows you to accept her rule and will brutally punish you if you don't follow her every whim, so I really wouldn't put that sort of thing past her. Count in how she has an angel aesthetic vs Grimm's devil aesthetic, and it becomes even more apparent. Really Radi is more of a crusader than anything else, determined to burn out what she considers to be her enemy- the void- despite it literally just vibing otherwise

I also really despise equating what the gods did to colonization, because actual colonization is so much worse than whatever happened in Hollow Knight. We have no proof that the bugs who followed PK weren't native to the caverns, and the gods themselves don't follow along mortal ethics, either- the reason why they're securing this power struggle is because they NEED worship to survive, so if anything, they're like giant animals fighting over resources, caring little for how their followers live or if they get trampled in the process. There's also no proof of each of the different cultures within Hallownest being snuffed out by the current god, as they only get punished if they show deference to the 'wrong' one. Combine those points with how we KNOW there was a void civilization before Radi and that it has been OBLITERATED from the records, and, well...the lore really points to Radi being the one who initiated all the genocide, with the shift from her reign to PK's coming about simply because she was no longer as popular with her source of energy as the shiny new light in town was.

TDLR: What the gods did is in no way even CLOSE to colonialism, and even if it was, then it would be the Radiance's destruction of the Void Civilization that would be the closest instance of it, while PK (WHO IS STILL IN THE WRONG BTW IM NOT DEFENDING HIS ASS) just kinda booted her out and took over the shop, perhaps because he just so happened to fall in love with another god that was already living there (WL).

#hollow knight #anon #reply #the radiance #the pale king #the white lady #pale king #white lady #radiance #hk #tumblr learn the difference between annexation and colonization for the love of fuck #im also not dissing on radi here btw #i like her as a character #but dear fucking god my family is from an islamic country #we KNOW how bad the crusades wer

[running-with-kn1ves]

Yandere! Male X GN Reader

A/N: Aight aight I know Keon was a big hit and I just couldn't get this scenario out of my mind!

IMPORTANT NOTE: I am soso grateful for all the amazing support I've gotten on here, it's literally unbelievable!! <3 unfortunately though, life is consistently getting in the way. I won't be able to post or write as often as I was able to before, so things are gonna be a bit slower. I'm going to try to write every week, but y'know how things are. I hope yall can understand! I'm really trying to find a schedule that balances everybody's wishes, and my mental sanity.

TW: Possessive/obsessive behaviors, yandere themes, hesitant consent on touching/kissing,

"Is this... really necessary..?"

"Yes now hush."

The man sitting across from you slapped your hands away from the fabric being tied around your head. Your eyes were covered, leaving you to only be able to rely on your other senses.

"There. Now no peeking." Keon said sternly, adjusting the blindfold comfortably around your face.

You groaned, feeling annoyed and uncomfortable with your lack of mobility now that your eyes were covered.

"Don't be like that, it'll be fun!"

"Fun you say.." your sarcastic tone didn't go unnoticed by Keon.

Pinching you, the boy was able to arise a small yelp from your otherwise frowning mouth. Trying to get him back, you flailed around on the bed, making an effort to reach for his form. No matter how far you grabbed he was always out of reach. Keon laughed, grabbing your hands and forcing them down on the bed spread beside you.

"Stop moving, you're not supposed to try and touch me yet." He said, stifling a laugh.

You allowed him to keep your hands down, Keon's hands not removing from your own.

"Ugh I can't believe you talked me into this..." You groaned while Keon brushed hair away from your forehead as he adjusted himself. "what's the point of this anyway?"

You could sense Keon's mischievous smile as he bore into you. The feeling made you want to run before he played another one of his "practical jokes" which was usually him trying to get you to reciprocate a more than friendly act. Keon loved to catch you off guard with affection, but your lack of willingness to give in and return the favor, was a challenge he would gladly take on.

"I told you, it's just a little game that everyone's doing. I'll place your hand somewhere on me, and you have to guess where your hand is."

Keon said it nonchalantly like it was so simple, as if there weren't strings attached. From the way his fingers caressed your knuckles, you knew this would turn out exactly how he wanted it to.

"Keon, really I don't think this is a good idea."

"Oh come on please? Besides you look so good blindfolded like this.." Keon mumbled, a smile heard through his voice.

Aiming for a punch, you thankfully managed to land one on his arm without him moving. Keon laughed, letting out a small ‘ow,' but not moving away.

“Let’s just get this over with..” You sighed, hoping this experience wouldn’t bring too much weird tension. You only agreed to do it because the idea seemed far more entertaining than scrolling on your phone. You were only taking a break from studying for a mere moment, but Keon had been lost in his thoughts for hours. He was supposed to be helping you prepare for an upcoming test, and instead he managed to distract you even more through this little "game."

“Of course of course..” Picking up your hand, Keon brushed your palm out flat so that his fingers ran over each line in your skin.

Slowly, the red-haired man placed your hand down. The place he set your hand on his body was soft, and warm. Moving your fingers slightly, you felt to see the hardness of the area; it was malleable, smooth.

“Now, guess where I put your hand.”

You wondered out loud, trying to figure out the unseeable area.

“Don’t be afraid to let your hands wander..” Keon mumbled.

“Stomach.” You cut him off, trying to stop him before he said something regrettable.

“Good!”

You took the blindfold off with ease, removing your hand quickly.

“My turn.”

“No no, you see, the game goes in rounds.”

Keon stared at you with an “oh sweetheart” smile, the clear condescension making you frown. You squinted at him, wondering if he was lying to you. He didn't budge, looking at you with excitement and deviousness.

Sighing, you gave in to defeat. "Whatever. You better not rig this."

Putting the blindfold back on, you waited for Keon to place your hands somewhere. He giggled like a schoolgirl, spreading out your fingers so he would receive the maximum amount of your touch.

“Here, hmm no…” He thought out loud, moving your hands up and down in indecision.

You felt his hands slowly move downward, hesitantly. You wondered if he was going to make you touch his foot, or something more desirable than a promiscuous area. But Keon stopped, your hand hovering. Carefully, he twisted your arm lightly so your fingers pointed down, prepared to grasp whatever skin was near. Before it registered in your mind, you could feel the buttons and fabric of his pants. It soon ran atop your fingers, your hand sliding below the fabric. Your fingers touched the cloth beneath his pants, traveling lower.

“Keon!” Your hand shot away from his, slapping him away. Kicking him as harshly as you could, you gave no mercy to the man as he laughed away at your reaction.

You made a sound of disgust, frustrated and embarrassed that he’d ever try to do something like that. Especially since you were already so hesitant to play in the first place.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry,” He could hardly form sentences between his laughs. “It was a joke I swear. I swear!”

“Well it wasn’t funny!”

Keon shook with laughter, rolling all over the bed. You attempted to take the blindfold off once more, but the orange-haired boy stopped you.

“No no! We have hardly even started yet. Just please, I promise I won’t do it again--”

Even with his serious words, Keon could hardly stop chuckling at your response.

Taking your hand, he got to work once more. He held your hand more delicately, making sure to place it in spots that clearly weren’t as unchaste as the last. The man quickly came down from the high of seeing you so flustered, instead working on feeling the bliss of your digits caressing him. Every now and again you heard him release a sigh of satisfaction, your hand tickling his skin to the fullest extent.

Thankfully, the incident was enough to get him to be more serious, as he kept your hands in softer, more “friendly” spots. But you knew how it was, despite his casual demeanor. The way he made your palm run down his chest, or how your fingers were so forcefully shoved into his head of thick hair, caressing it with ease. You thought about possibly pulling his hair to get back at him, but the more you registered it, the more likely it was that he’d like the contact, rather than be annoyed by it.

So, you let Keon direct your hands. So far, you’d gotten all the spots right: stomach, chest, head, cheek, hips. All places that were a bit too… close for comfort. But you didn’t realize how desperate Keon was until after he placed your hand on his nose.

“The tip of your nose.”

“Correct! Okay okay, I can see you’re getting annoyed, so this will be the last spot.”

You sighed out of relief, glad that this more than casual interaction was almost over, and you could get back to studying. But just as you tried spreading your fingers as Keon had done so many times before, instead he closed them. Besides your pointer and middle finger pushed together, the rest were clenched into a fist. You wondered where this could be going, as he hadn’t changed the position of your hand before now.

“Guess, but wait a second before you do, okay?” Keon said.

“Alright.” You agreed, allowing your hand to relax as he placed it.

It wasn’t hard to figure out where he had put your fingers; after all, the wetness was more than enough of a hint. At first it was small; just the plant of a kiss on your knuckles. But Keon’s slow descent of his tongue in between the middle of your fingers made things move fast.

With slow pants, he forced your fingers deeper into his mouth. it was only your pointer and middle finger; but he made it seem like so much more. You attempted to pull your hand away, but Keon kept on tight. He wrapped both of his hands around your wrist, making your digits move in and out of his mouth.

"K-Keon I--"

"Guess," He cut you off with heavy breathing, the air fanning against your wet hand. "Guess. It's your last chance."

You already knew the answer, but merely saying it aloud seemed impossible; it was hard to believe the situation you were in already. Your study partner brought your hand back to his mouth again, kissing each knuckle, trying to move down to your wrist. Separating your fingers with his tongue once more, you heard a slight whimper leave his mouth.

"M...Mouth." You could hardly answer, feeling too flustered.

"Good. Very good."

You moved your hand away from Keon's and he let you. As you tried to reach for the handkerchief around your eyes, Keon grabbed your arms again, this time forcing them both down onto the sheets. You went with as he jumped atop you, chest pressed against yours. He made a low grunt, forcing his hands to clasp yours against the cushion of the bed.

"That was fun, right?" Keon asked, and you could feel his stare on you.

Swallowing, you weren't sure how to respond.

"It's alright, you don't have to tell me yet," The boy moved closer, his lips touching the shell of your ear. "But you've gotta tell me after we're done."

Your questions of his mysterious speech were soon answered, as Keon forced a hard, feverish kiss to your mouth. He grunted into your lips, back arching to make him touch even more of you. You couldn't see anything; only relying on your sense of touch. Keon pressed hard against your open mouth again, making sure to slide his tongue against yours. You could hardly breathe, his palms pressing painfully against yours.

"Gosh it's so wonderful when you can't even tell what's going on...you can only rely on me, and my control..."

You tried to wiggle around, to get out of his grasp somehow, but Keon didn't pay attention to it. Instead, he planted quick kisses and nips all over your face, lifting the blindfold to peck at your eyelashes. Removing the fabric completely, the possessive man finally allowed you to see again. His red, messy face was more than enough to give you a shock.

Undoing the tie, Keon wrapped the handkerchief around his eyes.

"It's my turn now, isn't it?"

#yandere #keon #keon x reader #yandere x reader #male yandere #dubcon #makeout dubcon #yandere reader insert #fanfiction #original fiction #yandere character #yandere headcanons #touch my body #male x reader #yandere boy #yandere blog #possessive #obsessive #yancore #love #romance #romance horror #romance fanfiction #romance fiction