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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months

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King Takes Knight

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader x Lando Norris

Rating: R

Words: 4.2K

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Smut!!! P in V, oral (m receiving), fingering, slight public sex, handjob, small M x M, Mafia, etc.

Requested: Yes/No

Request: My formal request for mafia charlando ahahha. I can deffff see Charles being mafia leader in Monaco, inherited through family, goes generations back and then lando just recently got into it after moving to Monaco. And that’s why Charles let’s him take reader cause he knows he’s more powerful and he’ll get her back and lando with reader too. Ooo or maybe reader is in on it too. Not me cooking this up at 4am it’s time for me to go to bed

Synopsis: Lando hated that Charles had you, so when he takes you, he finds out he's nothing but a game piece.

"He's staring." The ghost of his words has you shivering, pushing back into your husband's body. His hand splashes perfectly on your stomach, pulling you back even more. "I know. He can't take his eyes off." You mummer, craning your neck and kissing the bottom of his jaw.

Your husband's hand squeezes slightly from your stomach to hold your neck. "Teasing him, my little mégère?" You whimper, the pressure of his fingers digging into your neck. "Giving him a show." You whisper, smashing your lips together. Your husband rolls his hips into your own. Tongues mixing, he curls his, laying his claim to you.

Mewling, you pull away, eyes drifting over to your husband's newest member. Lando Norris. An adorable Brit who joined not too long ago, his skin was kissed by the sun, eyes a gorgeous ocean green, and curls that make you want to pull on them. Lando kept to himself, but he was by your side whenever he was in the room with you.

"Maybe we should play a game with him, hm?" You rock back, watching Lando's eyes harden, ripping away from you and your husband. Oh, your husband, Charles Leclerc. Charles was the current head of his family, a mafia dynasty he has now inherited. No one could touch him, or you, for that matter. Charles was a force, an unmoveable object that was to not be messed with.

"I heard a rumor." Charles smiles, licking a strip from your ear to your shoulder before placing a slight bite on the bundle of nerves at the bottom of your neck. "And what was that rumor, my Queen?" Spinning around, you face Charles. Hair messy, the way you liked it. Wearing a tailored all-black suit with a red pocket square. "Lando wants to kidnap me." His eyes go black hearing those words, but the wolfish smile on his face tells a different story.

"Hmmm, should we play a little game?" You smile, pulling the front of your dress down. Grabbing Charles's hand, you place them on the curve of your tit. "Fuck, my little vixen. Am I going to have to fuck you here in front of everyone?" Shaking your head, you slide your hand down to the front of his trousers. Cupping his cock, you feel it harden, licking your painted dark wine lips. "I suggest I walk off to the garden," Undoing his buckle, you move closer so no one can see what you're doing.

"Lando will follow me, and," Charles takes a deep breath, watching as his men and others dance, drink, and get rowdy. "I can cry about how you aren't good to me, but you are excellent," Watching as your husband's eyes drop. Your hand is now in his pants, slowly pumping him from base to tip. "He'll kidnap me, most likely take me to that new summer house you bought for him," Charles groans, hands squeezing your tits, and he places hickies on them, laying his claim.

"Thought I didn't know about that?" Charles whimpers when your hand tightens at his base, watching his cock turn a gorgeous soft red. "Couldn't, fuck, help myself. The way his eyes light up, don't stop, when I gave him the keys, fucking hell," Charles gasps, hips shaking as you move your hand up and down faster. Only you could render the great Charles Leclerc to a whimpering, begging mess.

"Mhm, but he'll take me. Let me make him ours. Please, my King?" You make your eyes big, Charles groaning as you squeeze his tip. "Fuck, je te maudis, ma renarde . Je te donnerais le putain de monde. Tu as ma permission, je le veux aussi." Charles moans, kissing you as he spills into your hand. Pulling away his own lips, wear your dark wine color. (Curse you my fox. I'd give you the fucking world. You have my permission, I want him too.)

"I love you. I'll see you at the summer house." Charles smiles, kissing you with such softness you almost cry. Pulling your hand out of his pants, you lick it clean. Charles seriously thinks of keeping you. "Go before I never let you leave." Nodding, you rush off, slipping into the crowd.

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You knew he was behind you. He was a walking shadow. Where you went, he was there as well. He was never by your side but close enough to step in when you needed him. And right now, you're about to play with his feelings for you.

"Lando?" His body goes rigid, hearing the soft, broken tone of yours. "Mrs. Leclerc?" rushing to your side, you hide your face in his chest. His skin was warm. His shirt was opened slightly, resting your face on the skin, letting him feel those fake tears touch him. "What happened? What did he do?" Pulling you away, he wipes your tears away, smearing your makeup.

"He's horrible. Always makes me lie in his bed, and he's always with other women. Treats me like a personal maid than his wife. Made me watch what he does to his enemies. I'm trapped." You cry, curling yourself back into Lando. Lando growls, pulling you closer as he looks around. No one is around. This was perfect.

"Hey, it's okay. Let me take you back to the main estate." Smirking, you quickly wipe it away when Lando looks down at you. "I just want to be free, and I can't. He'll never let me leave." You whimper, and Lando's hands tighten on your waist. "Bastard, I can get you out of here." You pull back, sniffling. "Lando, I can't. He's my husband. I'm his property. I can't leave." Fingers tugging on his necklace, Lando's jaw tightens. "You can leave. You're leaving with me." His grip tightens on your arm as he starts to drag you.

"Lando, no. Let me go." You start to fight, but he refuses to listen. "Stop fighting me! I'm trying to save you." He roars, shaking you as you whimper. Playing the weak little wife of a scary Mafia King was so easy. You two stare at each other, a raging hurricane in his eyes and yours a mere rainstorm. "Save me." You whisper. Lando throws the door open, shoving you inside.

"Should we follow?" Charles swirls his drink, watching Lando move around the car and get in. Sitting up, he smiles, sipping it. "No, don't follow. I know where they are heading. Give it a week or two, and then I'll follow." Charles watches as Lando's car pulls out, driving into the night.

"King takes Pawn."

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Two Weeks Later

The sea air brushes your nose, waking you from your peaceful slumber. Stretching, you smile, looking at the clear blue water. Maldives. Charles had bought Lando the home. It was odd that Lando would bring you somewhere like this. The poor boy was young, probably thinking Charles would check everywhere for you. Not considering one of his men would take his wife.

Shivering, you turn, seeing Lando's fingers run up and down your exposed back. You've slowly been reeling Lando in. Late last night, you woke to Lando asleep on your chest, hand cupping one of your breasts. In the night, you decided to disregard your shirt, Lando moving closer. A drowsy smile is on his face, watching you wake; the open-air bungalow was gorgeous.

With white sand beaches and water surrounding you, no one was around for miles upon miles. The place had no walls, just sheer white curtains covering you. "You should sleep some more." He whispers, nose bumping into your temple, ghosting it with a kiss. "I'm not tired," Lando hums, kissing your shoulder and reaching your cheek, stopping. "Water lily, please sleep. I'm sure this is your first time to sleep without fear." His eyes pleading, almost like a child.

You almost laugh but clamp it down so Lando doesn't grow suspicious. "Lando, I slept fine. Charles always left me alone when we slept. It was," You swallow, looking at your ring. You missed your husband. This was the first time in 8 years you've slept without him by your side. "He was kind to me at night." Lando drops his head on your shoulder. "Can we stop talking about it?" He asks, hating to hear that fondness in your voice.

He didn't know if it was because he was in love with you or jealous of how Charles paid attention to you. "I'm going to cook breakfast." Climbing out of bed, you throw on Lando's black button-down shirt, heading to the mini kitchen. Slamming his face into the pillow, he groans loudly. "Fucking dumbass." Lifting his face, he stares out at the rising sun. "She clearly loves him, even though he's a horrible bastard. A beautiful, smart, arrogant bastard." Lando can't control the heat in his face and the tingle he feels in his stomach.

"Lando, can we go out today?" He sits up, the cover showing off his chest and arms, which has you locking those naughty thoughts. "Water lily, that wouldn't be smart. We might be at the world's end, but your husband is very powerful." Face falling, you nod, going back to the kitchen. The ache in Lando's chest blooms, seeing the look that crossed your face. "Dammit." Fingers tug at his hair, feeling the frustration. Throwing the covers off, he pads into the kitchen, back to him.

"Mrs," Lando clears his throat, stopping himself. "Y/n, we...we can go out on the boat." Whipping around, your face glows with that smile he fell in love with. "Really? It won't," You pause. Moving, he wraps his arms around you, head resting on his shoulder. "No, it'll be fine. I'm just being overprotective. Mr. Leclerc is powerful, and while I'm from a family with money, he is on a different level." You can't control the coy smile. Glad that Lando can't see the gloating look on your face.

"We're in the middle of nowhere, and I doubt Charles knows you're the one who took me. He trusts you. He wouldn't even think to look here." Pulling away, you smile, pecking Lando's cheek, which has him blush. "Get dressed. We can leave in a few." Giggling, you rush off to get dressed.

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You smirk as Lando tries hard to focus on driving the boat and not you. It was the bikini. Did the same thing to Charles when you were on your honeymoon. A trick you were taught a while ago was to take the top of the bikini and flip the top around so you tied the bottom around your neck and your underboob. It makes your tits look glorious, which has Lando's mouth watering at the sight.

"What's that?" Sitting up, you notice a large opening in the mountain. "Looks like a cave!" Lando yells over the rushing wind. Perfect, standing, you wobble back to Lando and push into his arm. His neck and jaw tighten at the feeling of you pressed into his skin. "Let's go explore it!" Pressing yourself closer, Lando turns the boat, slowing it down. "We have to be careful. No idea what could be there or how deep the water is." You clap, heading to the front.

"A sand bar." Lando slows the boat farther. "Come here, water lily." You run to the back, Lando instructing you to drive the boat as he pulls it in to tie it off. Watching Lando move in the sun, you lick your lips. He was stunning in a boyish way, but also, when he was serious, he was sharp like a diamond. "Alright, we're all good. Come on." Holding his hand, you take it as Lando helps you into the sand bar. "It's gorgeous." Gasping as you both walk to the cave. It was opened air, going far deeper than the eye could see, but you kept close to the open. The sand grew about 2 feet, the water ghosting it each time it waved.

"I don't regret marrying him." Lando freezes before you, he was searching for rocks, but hearing those words, he stops. "Why?" "Why what?" Lando turns to you, looking you up and down. "Why do you not regret marrying him?" Thinking it over, you smile, "He wasn't always like that. We, he, was my first, and seeing what he's become has been hard." Reaching up, Lando presses his palm to your cheek, watching you lean into it. "I'll never do that to you, never." Stepping into him, you move his hand to your waist.

"I know you won't." Lando and you stare at each other, unsure what to do next. "I want to kiss you, really kiss you, but I'm scared you don't feel the same way." Vulnerability shines in his eyes, fingers dancing with anxiety on your skin. "Trust me, if you kissed me, I'd never stop you." Hearing that, restraint breaks as he devours you. Lips move as hands land on your ass, squeezing as he pulls you in. "Easy, baby boy," Lando whines, hearing that he pulls away. "You forget, Lando. I don't do fast and needy. Let me show you the proper way to love someone like me." Lando nods his head, eager to learn.

"Show me, please." He whispers. You knew you could get him to be a needy mess right where you wanted him. He was the type of man to let you be in charge. Charles, you'd just need to suck his cock, but with Lando, just a couple of words and he was putty in your hands. "Good boy." Lando shivers as you move his hands to your waist. "Went straight for the ass, you have to work me up. Make me crave you there." Lando nods his head, watching.

"Now," Stepping from his hold, you untie your top, letting it fall. "When a woman wants you, it's subtle or straight to the point. For me, I'm subtle. Make you work for it, like a chess game. I'm the Queen. Do you know what the makes you?" Shaking his head, no, his hand moves, palming your tit. Biting your lip, you groan when he tweaks your nipple. "Don't worry, you'll figure out which piece you are." Stepping closer, you grab his other hand, placing it on your stomach.

"You're gorgeous, Water Lily." His fingers move slowly across your skin, watching your breathing stutter and grow. His eyes take in each time you make a noise or movement. He was learning, but in the back of his mind, he wondered if you had to teach Mr. Leclerc this. "Stop, I know what you're thinking." Looking into your eyes, you smirk. "Thinking about my husband when I'm here, rude." Chuckling, Lando pecks your lips.

"Shit." He was able to take you off guard, fingers brushing your clit making you arch into him. "Cheeky." He sticks out his tongue, but you lean in, sucking it in your mouth as you turn it into a slow needy kiss. The pads of his fingers rub small circles with slight pressure. He was learning, building it up slowly, making your body scream for more. "Right there, yes, that's, mhm," Lando adds more pressure using small circles as he curls his two middle fingers into you.

"Can I?" Eyes like a puppy, you almost feel bad for playing this game with him. "Of course." Mouth opening, you whine before moaning as his thick fingers enter you. "Damn," A look of concentration passes Lando's face as he watches his fingers work. "Water Lily, you feel so damn good around my fingers, can't imagine what you'd feel around my cock." He whispers, delicate kisses being placed on your chest.

Looking down, you lick your lips; Charles was longer, but Lando would definitely have some girth to him. If last night was any testament, he was very.....impressive. "Pull out," Lando does as you remove your bottoms, nodding towards his own. "Oh, um." Even in the dimly lit cave, you could see the bright red on your cheeks. "What? Never been naked in front of a woman before?" He looks away, fidgeting with the ties on his swim trunks.

"Lando? Have you? Are you?" You're at a loss for words. He was kind, funny, shy, and protective of the people he cares for. "Yes, I'm a virgin. That a problem?" A slight bit to his words, you could tell that he was nervous. "That's adorable. So you really are all mine." Fingers weave into his waist, tugging at the trunks. "Are you comfortable with this? To have your first time in a cave?" Pressing his forehead against yours, he smiles. "If it's with you, I don't care where it is." Tugging the trunks down, you watch as his cock slaps his hip, and a little moan passes your lips.

"What are you doing?" You couldn't resist but fall to your knees, wrapping a hesitant hand around his base. "Oh," He's at a loss for words, whimpering when you wrap your lips around his tip. Swirling your tongue, you start to move up and down, learning what he likes. "Water, god your, fuck," Whining, he fiddles with his hands, not knowing where to put them. Seeing this, you stop, moving them to hold your head, fingers resting on your jaw. "There, don't be afraid to touch me." "Mhm," Breathing heavily, he shivers when you return to pleasuring him.

"Y/n, fuck, I'm," You pull off, placing a kiss along his shaft and looking up at him. "Shhh, it's okay." Trying to compose himself, he nods, "Why'd you stop?" Getting off your knees, Lando is quick to wipe your knees off, making sure you're not hurt. "Because I want you to come in me." Like a fish, he gaps at you, at a loss for words. "Now, lay on your back." Scurrying, he moves as you straddle his lap, rocking your hips and slowly rubbing your lips over him.

"Please, enough, Y/n," He gasps, moving his hips up, giggling. You push them back down. "Shhhh," Pushing his sweaty hair back, you lean down, soft kisses on his cheek before nipping his ear. "It'll be okay, baby. I'll take care of you." Reaching down, you line him up, and rocking your hips back, you slide him in. Screwing his eyes shut, Lando takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He doesn't want to finish so soon.

Looking down at Lando, you place your hand on his chest and start to move. Eyes flying open, Lando stares at you with awe hands landing on your ass. "There you go, baby." Lando nods, hands squeezing as you drag it out forward and backward. "How pretty you look." Lando was pretty, sand covering his body, hair messy and so curly, eyes sparkling, looking like the sea. "Me, you're, fucking christ, a ugmh, goddess." Lando whimpers out.

Smiling, you move faster, adding a small swirl in your hips. "Shit, if you do that again. I will," You make a complete circle with your hips. Arching your back, you place your hands on his thighs as you bounce. "That's okay, baby boy. Don't hold back." You gasp, feeling that tingle grows in your stomach. "Here, with your thumb. Rub a circle." Removing one of his hands from your ass, you place it on your clit. Lando, taking instruction well, starts to do as you say. "Jesus, yes." You cry, throwing your head back.

"I'm, oh god." Lando scrunches his face as he stops his movements. You ride him out, feeling him in you. "There you go, such a good boy." You praise; Lando's thumb puts more pressure, making you gasp, rocking forward as you clamp down on him as you finish. "Shit," Collapsing on his chest, arms like jelly Lando wraps them around you. "I love you." Your eyes fly open, and every molecule in your body stops. Shit, fuck, damn, this was bad.

"You don't have to say it back. I know you still love Mr. Leclerc, but I wanted you to know." His fingers rub into your body, working out the tension. "We have to go before high tide comes in." Climbing off Lando, you're quick to get dressed, tossing him his trunks. "Okay," Fuck, you hated hearing that disjection in his voice.

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The boat ride was quiet, but you kept yourself curled into Lando, eyes closed. "We're back." Nodding, you jump off, wading to shore, and quickly clock the curtains moving. You swear you tide them down before leaving. Shrugging your pad into the area, stopping when you see a man sitting at the table. A chess board out.

"Char," He holds a finger up to his lips, silencing you. He looks you over, eyes narrowing when he sees the handprints and love bites over your body. "I can cook tonight. We can fix something unhealthy. Maybe pasta or," Lando goes to stone as he stares at Charles. "I wouldn't." Looking over, you see Lando's hand in the air, clearly going to reach for you. "Tell me, how was it running off with my wife? Playing house with her? Kissing her? Fucking her?" Charles growls out the last part, standing up.

Your body craves to be next to Charles, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms. You've missed your husband. The way he would wake you up with food or between your legs. He'd have your favorite drink ready and kiss you on the forehead. You missed his smell, a hint of vanilla and coffee.

"Stay the fuck away from her," Lando snarls, stepping closer to you, but you don't move to stare at your husband. His eyes move from Lando's to yours, melting when he sees the yearning in your eyes. "Come here." Charles opens his arms, steps forward, and is pulled back by Lando. "What are you doing? He was horrible to you." Lando whispers, fear and anger evident in his voice. "No, he isn't." Pulling away, you move, collapsing into Charles's arms.

"I've missed you." Charles smiles, kissing you on the head as he stares at Lando. "It's okay, my Queen, I'm here." Pulling away, you wipe your eyes, finally feeling home. "What, how," Charles moves you to the side, stepping closer to Lando. "What should I do with you? Taking my Queen, my equal. I should have you killed." "Charles," Lando looks at you, hurt, but then stares at Charles. "If you think that is fair, for this betrayal." He grits out. Cocking his head to the side, your husband looks Lando up and down.

"He is adorable, like an obedient puppy. Wanting to please its master." Reaching his hand out, he cups Lando's cheek, thumb pulling down his bottom lip. "Mhm, very good. He has that look of wanting to kill me or maybe fuck me." Lando rips his face out of Charles's hold, glaring. "Easy, little cub, you don't have those claws or teeth yet." "Stop teasing him, Charles." You ground out, growing defensive as you step in front of Lando.

"I don't need you to protect me." Lando moves, but Charles rips him back, holding him by the jaw. "Watch it, I don't care if you fucked my wife and took her from me. But, she seems to adore you. And I find you amusing." Charles looks him up and down, grip growing tighter. "A very nice Knight, you are the perfect piece. You almost took the Queen but can't take the King." Lando hates his internal battle between fighting and dropping to his knees.

"Charles, please let him go. You let us go, please. You want him as well. Stop this. You're scaring me." His hand drops from Lando immediately, pulling you into him. "I'm sorry, so sorry." Lando watches the terrifying man before he turns into this marshmallow of a husband. He can't watch this anymore, the woman he loves being consoled by her husband. Moving past, he stops seeing the chessboard.

All the other players except the King, Queen, and Knight were gone. "I'm the Knight." Pulling away from Charles, you wipe your eyes. "What?" Confused by his words. "You asked me in the cave," Cheeks blooming red, Charles raises an eyebrow, now very curious. "What piece I was, you're the Queen. Mr. Leclerc is clearly the King that makes me the Knight." Holding the piece up, you two smirking while Lando glares. "I'm not a fucking chess piece." Whipping it past Charles's head. "Go pack, love." Nodding, you walk past to the bedroom.

"Sit down." Lando doesn't move, the two men staring each other down. "Sit. Down." Wavering, Lando sits down as Charles steps into his space. "You are adorable. Those eyes must've gotten her to do anything." He mummers fingers, pushing back his curls. "I'm not a game," Lando whispers, trying to calm himself down. "No, but this whole you kidnapping her and making you hers was. Just you and me standing now." Plucking up another Knight piece, placing it on the board, and snatching the Queen.

"What do you want from me?" Charles looks down, smirking, feeling his pants tighten. "Right now? Nothing, but later. So much." Thumb tracing those plump lips. "Go pack, we're going back home." Swallowing a golf ball, Lando stands going to pack as well. Looking at the board, Charles smirks. "King takes Knight." Flicking the piece over, watching it roll onto the ground.

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usagikookiejams · 2 months

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BEING AWAY FROM THEM FOR SOME WEEKS

Shiba Taiju, Sano Shinichiro, Haitani Ran

⚠️WARNING: Curse words, mentions of kill (no actual killing tho in this hc), 'crazy' behavior lol

SHIBA TAIJU

"When are you coming back, baby?," the guy on the other line inquired. "Can you like stop asking me same question for the past 2 weeks already?," you tsked. "Brat, I'm just asking ya know," you could feel him rolling his eyes by the tone of his voice. "Hehe sorry love, I promise I will come back ASAP once my event is done here. Mwah, TTYL!," you hung up. Fast forward, you came back to Japan after 4 days since the call. You arrived at Taiju's house a.k.a Black Dragon's HQ where you could see most of his subordinates were bandaged up. "What the...," your thoughts were interrupted upon hearing some yelling, HIS yell to be exact. You entered the house to witness Taiju beating up his subordinate with a baseball bat. "Care to explain?," you inquired which led to Taiju stopping his action, and the subordinate repeatedly bow at you while saying thank you. Kokonoi came into the frame while laughing, "He got WILD when you were not by his side, so he released the pent up stress towards these guys." Taiju let go of the bat and walked towards you, "Tch! They are lucky that you are here already. If not, I swear I could go rampage and kill half of these useless guys." You looked at him dead in the eyes while shaking your head, "You maniac, how do I even like you in the first place." Taiju just shrugged and took you to ride on his motorcycle while enjoying your presence again.

SANO SHINICHIRO

You were watering the plant in your parents' garden when suddenly your phone started ringing. You went to retrieve them before greeting the other person on the line, "Hello babe!." You could hear rustling which may indicates that the person was still in bed. "Hey darling, I miss you so much! Can you come home by today? Ahhh I literally haven't eaten properly since you left," which continued by the sounds of Emma's nag telling him to get his ass off the bed and go to work already. You could hear a loud 'hey gimme back!' before Shinichiro's voice was replaced with Emma's on the other line, "Hey Y/N, when are you coming back? This lazybum has been off his job for 3 weeks now, reasoning that he doesn't have enough energy to work. Ugh I really hate to tell you this but can you please please PLEASE come back ASAP. Istg he has been losing a lot of weight already ugh!." You talked with them for some minutes more before having to hang up. You felt guilty and tried to talk about it with your parents, in which they agreed that you should go back home to Shinichiro as your mom has been getting better from her sickness. Thus, the next day, you arrived at Tokyo. You didn't tell Shinichiro about your plan so upon seeing your face by the main door, Shinichiro dropped to his knees to hug your legs tightly while crying like a baby. "Please don't leave me ever again! If you need to go to your hometown, bring me with you so that we will not be separated huwaaa 😭😭," he messily crying, ruining your pants with his tears and snots. You just laughed at his behavior but still agreeing to his suggestion. "Ahh, this man is gonna be the death of me lol," you monologued in your head.

HAITANI RAN

You wouldn't lie that leaving this house in the hands of Ran's is really.... unnerving. This man literally loves to cause trouble at home, which most of the time leading you to feel like dying is a better option. Why is that? Cuz this man lovessSSS to pull 'harmless' pranks that drive you crazy, like right now; "Babeee, do you think the fish in the fish tank could survive if I put a sprinkleee of chilli flakes in the water?," Ran showed you the fish tank via the facetime. "Don't you dare Ran! That is MY fish so don't do this crazy shit unless you don't want me coming home again," you threatened him. "Hmmm...," he walked closer to the tank while shaking what seems like the small container of the chilli flakes you frequently use. "AHHH! ISTG DON'T!!," you screamed at him while saying profanity words. "HAHAHAHHA!!," you could see his camera shaking from his laugh, he later on flipped the camera to front facing him. "Dumbass babygirl, I would never do bad shit like that to animals you know 😔. Though I kill people on a daily basis. What kind of a maniac do you think I am? ☹️," he jutted his lower lip faking sadness. You glared at him through the screen while 'promising' that you are going to beat his ass once you come back. In the end, that promise was fulfilled by you beating his back with the frying pan he bought you on your birthday <3

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mobbu-min · 2 years

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☆ Pretty Boy ☆

summary: in which, you're asked who you thought was the prettiest boy and not even a second later you respond with his name. unknowingly leaving him a flustered mess.

a/n: long time no see guys! but here's a little thing I worked on. school literally been beating my ass fr

characters: every housewarden

!tw! insecurities, grammar mistakes im too lazy to fix

Riddle Rosehearts <3

⋆ Riddle's face erupts in a spectrum of red. He’s far too shocked to do anything other than stare agape at the wall.

⋆ Prettiest boy? Him?

⋆ Surely you must be joking. But, you sounded so convinced. You said so fast and bluntly, that surely it's not a joke. That you mean it, right? Right?

⋆ Either way, this boy does not know how to act. He’s going through all stages of denial and acceptance. He’s planning and unplanning how this could turn out for the both of you. He’s anxiously biting at his lip, picking at the loose threads of his blazer. Trying desperately hard to get back on track. Silently cursing(not really) you out for getting him off his game.

⋆ A part of him, a side he keeps hidden, deeply wishes that you meant it with all your heart. Because, he thinks you're very pretty too.

“Prefect, perhaps if you are not busy this coming weekend, you and I could get together.- What will we do? Well I planned a little stroll through the gardens, just you and I of course, and then after, we’ll get dinner- excuse me?…A-a date?! Am I asking you out on a date!?……..Well, if you’d be up to it, then yes. Yes I am.”

Leona Kingscholar <3

⋆ Leona knows he’s good looking. Annoyingly so.

⋆ But to hear you say he was the prettiest boy in all of NCR? Oh boy, his ego is twice its original size. (ha! take that vil!)

⋆ And no, he’s not smiling like a lovesick school girl because of you. Hell to the no. He just saw Malleus fall on his face, actually….SToP LoOKiNG At HiM!

⋆ Does he take your response as truth? Yes. Is he going to bring it up to you and embarrass you just for kicks and giggles? Absolutely, yes. Will he ever confess? ……probably, but first, call him pretty again.

“Pretty? Hmm, I’d prefer attractive, or down right smokin hot. But y’know, I don’t mind pretty if it’s coming from you. Hmmm? Don’t tell me my little herbivore is shy now? C’mon move those hands and let me see your pretty face.”

Azul Ashengrotto <3

⋆ This has to be one of Jade and Floyd’s pranks, right?

⋆ It was in fact not a prank, judging by the two background characters he’s never seen before.

⋆ Okay, it is confirmed that it is indeed not a prank. What now? Well obvi, stage two, embarrassment and quickly approaching stage three, denial!

⋆ Skipping those two stages, because for goodness sake Azul! Get a hang of yourself, man!

⋆ He quickly tries to think of a plan, a contract perhaps. Wait no, last time he tried that, you threatened to hide his cane and glasses. There has to be another way to…to…to….well, he’ll think of that later.

⋆ For right now, Azul is practically glowing in his seat.

“I couldn’t help but overhear, but tonight Monstro Lounge is having an event. Of course, you’re not forced to come, but I’d like to show a better side of me-I mean, my business! If you’ll allow it, that is.”

Kalim Al-Asim <3

⋆ Pretty! You just called him the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen!

⋆ Kalim is over the moon, Jamil has to go and get him down, and practically bursting at the seams. It takes him everything not to glomp you into a bone crushing hug right then and there.

⋆ But he wants to be slow with how he approaches you. Wants to take his time and plan a nice quiet-Yeah like that actually going to happen! Kalim throws a large ass party, nobody knows what it's for besides Jamil, and of course you're the guest-of-honor!

⋆ All of your favorites are there! Everything you could ever hope for lovingly set out and planned for you.

⋆ Kalim hopes this will express his feelings for you and show how happy your comment made him. If not, expect to be dragged in the middle of the party off to a magic carpet ride through the night sky.

⋆ You may be marveling at the pretty sky and stars, but Kalim’s eyes will never leave your pretty face.

“Wasn’t that fun! Let’s do it again! -What? You’re tired? Well that’s no good! Come on, let's have a sleepover. I promise you’ll have the best sleep of your life!- But first, mwah! A pre-good night kiss! Don’t worry there's plenty of more where that came from!”

Vil Schoenheit <3

⋆ Smug, if there was one word to describe Vil, it would be smug.

⋆ Of course, you’d answer with his name! He is the fairest of them all! You were state fact! Nothing but the truth!

⋆ So, why does his knees feel so weak? Why does his face feel warm? And most importantly, why does his heart feel like he just ran a marathon?

⋆ Well never mind that, Vil will not let your little praise get to his head and mess up his whole routine. And yet, as he readies himself for bed, Vil can’t help but linger on your words. Linger on the way your eyes softened and head shyly turned to hide in your shoulder.

⋆ And then those feelings return and Vil can’t do anything to stop them. Like acne it infests his heart and turns it to a bloody red. However, unlike acne, Vil doesn’t want to get rid of it..

"My sweet potato, if you ever feel down, feel free to come to me for assistance. I would love to show you some latest skin and hair products for you to try. And I would be more than happy to demonstrate it for you. Hmm? Ace said that your skin has been looking like Riddle’s face? How rude of that unripe spudling, like he looks any better! Ahem, I mean, perhaps you’d like to take up the offer now then? I’ll be making smoothies.”

Idia Shroud <3

⋆ …pretty….you just called him pretty….system overloading…system crashed…pew…pew…pew…pew…sjdpsjsjlaoap

⋆ There's not a single response from Idia for like five minutes. People think he's a literal statue, birds even start building nests on him for crying out loud! It's that bad.

⋆ But once he gets his system loading properly, oh boy, he let's out the loudest, most high pitched, scream, you think he's getting murder(or seeing someone in the first time in months) He's a whole ass volcano fr.

⋆ He doesn't get it. He really really doesn't and now he thinks you're weird, like really fuckin weird.

⋆ Because he's not pretty. Vils pretty, Mega super dragon boss is pretty, that blue hair normie you hang out with, he's pretty, hell even you, yourself, is pretty! But Idia?

⋆ Yeah, he's scheduling you an eye appointment asap.

⋆ Idia doesn't get you and he never will, at least not yet. He doesn't get what you see in him, why you thought he was the prettiest boy you've ever seen, but for some reason that night, when Ortho was charging and it was just him alone, he could finally look at himself in the mirror and not be repulsed with who looked back at him.

⋆ For once, he finally saw himself as Idia, the prettiest boy in your eyes.

‘A-are you available tonight? Eh? W-w-why?!....oh, ummm, there’s a new game that's coming out and I…I wanted to know if you wanted to be my player 2!’

Malleus Draconia <3

⋆ Hmm, how strange of you. You never cease to surprise him.

⋆ Malleus is used to being called a gallery of different names. He’s heard it all. Pretty being a rare one in the collection. He’s much more used to being called handsome, but pretty? Well, Malleus could get used to that. Especially if it's coming from you.

⋆ Malleus is the one to confront you right after. Thank you for your kind words, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered and cheeks flushed, and promptly disappearing. He’s not sure what exactly to do with this...feeling. It's the first for him, so he finds himself thinking he might have gotten ill. Perhaps, your kindness is truly infectious, like Sebek says.

⋆ However, do not fret! Papi Lilia is on his way to do whatever he does best!

⋆ Malleus is surprised, yet he isn’t in denial or flustered, he’s actually at ease. Relaxed really. Because he can finally put a name to this feeling that infects his heart every time you're around. He knows why his heart felt like it was on fire and why his knees felt weak.

⋆ Because you have infected him, you've been cursed with a disease called love. A disease Malleus doesn’t mind living with as long as he stays the prettiest boy in your eyes.

"You’re quite lovely yourself, my dear Child of Man. Stunning really. You put the stars to shame, the wonders of the Universe to shame, the most stunning jewels are nothing compared to the twinkling of your eyes. My dear, you say I’m pretty, however I believe you're down right gorgeous."

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ferris-the-wheel · 5 months

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nb!reader x beastmen characters (headcanons)

Scenario: First attempt at snuggling and petting their ears/tail.

ೃ⁀➷ Included charcters: Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl, Chenya

ೃ⁀➷ 💖

ೃ⁀➷ Established relationship

TW: None

When you first jumped onto his bed while he was sleeping, he was very confused and very annoyed. You'd just woken him up from his nap. When you snuggled up against him, he grabbed your waist and flipped you to the other side to spoon you.

He didn't react much when you turned over to face him, he just readjusted. He only opened an eye when he felt your breath close on his face. He at first assumed that you wanted a kiss, but then he realized your gaze was elsewhere. Then he was confused when you reached your hand up until he felt your fingers stroking his ears.

Was honestly suprised for a minute, but recovered quickly. He never expected you to be so bold. But he chuckled and leaned his head down slightly so you wouldn't have to strain your arm to reach. He at first felt a little uncomfortable since obviously nobody had ever pet his ears before (he probably would've not-so-pleasantly removed them from his vicinity for their efforts), but he accepted it because it was you.

He noticed that your lips were level with his so he took the opportunity to snag a quick kiss. You were shocked, but you couldn't suppress a giggle. You went back to petting his ears for a few minutes, then your mind ventured to his tail. You'd never pet anything like a lion tail before.

Leona: "What?"

You: "Can I pet your tail?" *puppy dog eyes*

Leona: *slightly embarrassed but sighs* "Fine."

He manages to get another kiss out of letting you pet his tail. Content lion boy.

Ruggie was in the botanical garden just minding his own business when you came up. He heard you coming from a bit away, so he wasn't surprised to have you tackle him from behind. After some play-wrestling, you both flopped down.

You saw his round ears and couldn't suppress the urge to pet them. Ruggie was used to playing around with the kids in his neighborhood so having his ears touched wasn't new to him.

He definitely teased you for it. He also demanded a kiss, which you obliged. He let you pet his ears for a few minutes, then he kinda got bored but he didn't move. He did expect some form of payment though.

Ruggie: "Y/N, I'll keep letting you pet my ears but it's gonna cost ya, shishishishi." You: *still petting his ears* "What?" Ruggie: "Hmmm... Every day you want to pet my ears... you gotta buy me something, like doughnuts!"

You thought it was a bit unfair, it was just petting his ears, but whatever. You happily went on petting his ears. You then thought of something. What about his tail? What do hyena tails feel like? When you spun him around, he was confused but was mildly curious. Was there something on his back or something?

When you started adoringly petting his tail, boi legit had flashbacks to that incident with Rook and jumped a mile. He had to explain that it wasn't something you did after noticing that you were upset and for the sake of keeping you happy, he let you continue petting his ears.

His large ears and keen sense of smell alerted him to your presence behind him. He looked up from where he was pulling on running shoes, planning on going for a run. He readily caught you as you jumped into his arms he dropped you the first time and has had many times to practice.

He attempted to continue putting his shoes on but gave up because you kept shifting around to get into a more comfortable position (he was sitting on his butt with his legs straight out).

When you reached up to pet his ears, he wasn't sure what you were doing but didn't move away. When he realized that you were petting his ears, he propped himself against the wall so he wouldn't fall backward due to his sitting position with you basically in his lap. Was definitely blushing slightly and was embarrassed, made worse when you decided to scratch the base of his ears.

Jack: "I'm not a dog, you know." *huffy grumpy face* You: "Awww, but you're cute like one! And you have such a fluffy tail, too!" Jack: *Now thoroughly blushing and tail wagging*

He quite embarrassedly offered if you'd like to pet his tail too. He was very happy by how excited you looked and moved his tail for you to pet.

His tail wagged despite the embarrassment as you ran your fingers through his fluffy tail fur. Neither of you got up for a while. Jack didn't get to go on his run.

You nearly had a heart attack when Chenya appeared beside you. He ruffled your hair playfully and generally was being an annoyance while you were trying to study.

You pretty much gave up trying to study and let him stay there. He poked around your room and moved stuff around, which didn't bother you too much. You eyed his ears while he moved around, watching them twitch and move.

You: "Chenya, if you get to stay in my room, I get to pet your ears."

Chenya: *grinning* "Is that what you wanted all along?"

You: *glare*

He sat next to you and you reached up to pet his ears. He eyes narrowed and he grinned. He wrapped himself around you and laughed at your surprise.

You couldn't really pet his ears anymore, but his fluffy tail was right there. You stroked the beastman's tail, which made him do a mischievous giggle. Yeah that didn't sound good.

Heyo, this is just a little brainrot that somehow managed to get posted. I'm not used to writing headcanons... or Chenya. So let me know how I did 😅

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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The Aftermath || LN4 {3}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Things are changing between you and Lando, slowly but surely pulling you further from your grief. Warnings: 18+ only, grief and loss, fluff WC: 2.3k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Epilogue

You weren’t quite able to pinpoint the moment things changed between you and Lando. It had been subtle and it had been soft, but there was no doubt it was felt on both sides.

Maybe it began the first day he showed up, when he had rescued you from the hole you had buried yourself in. Maybe it was the night he woke you from the recurring nightmare that plagued your sleep and he had held you until you could breathe steadily again. Maybe it was when he invited you to England and you said yes.

You were both surprised by the answer considering only a month ago you had struggled to leave the house and now you were going to leave the country. It was progress, and it wasn’t forever - just for ten days while Lando did some testing in Woking and raced at Silverstone.

There was only one condition to your trip, and your stance was firm on it. You did not want to see him in his race car. Just the thought of it made you ill despite him having raced the other week in Austria. You hadn’t been able to turn on the tv while the race was on, in fact you had turned your phone off completely too so you didn’t hear any news about it.

What you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you. Or that’s what you told yourself when you spent hours trying to distract yourself out in the garden. The roses were trimmed terribly because you hadn’t been able to concentrate on what you were doing. You were lucky you still had your fingers intact after some of the wayward clippings you had done while your mind drifted away on you.

It was only after you knew the race had surely finished that you turned your phone back on to see dozens of missed calls from Lando, the voicemails growing increasingly more frantic as he begged you to answer him.

“Is this all you’ve packed?” Lando asked as he picked up the carry-on sized suitcase.

“Most of my clothes are too loose,” you said with a shrug to ease his mind but you could see the worry crumple his forehead. “It’s been a while since I last went but there’s still shops in England, right?”

He chuckled as he put the bag in the boot of the McLaren René had given you. “I could get you some Quadrant gear. It would look good on you.”

“Because it’s yours or because I can make anything look good?” you joked as you pulled an exaggerated pose for an imaginary photoshoot.

His smile grew as he unzipped his bag, pulling out an oversized hoodie with his brand’s logo on it. “Let’s see.”

He pulled it over your head and you dutifully slipped your arms in as you inhaled his scent that clung to the soft material.

Taking a step back he tapped his fingers across his lips. “Hmmm,” he hummed deep in thought before nodding. “Both. Definitely both.”

Lando opened the car door for you, closing it behind you before walking around the car and taking the driver’s seat. “Did I pick up my passport?” he asked himself as he buckled his seatbelt and frowned.

“No,” you said with a shake of your head before pulling it out of your handbag to wave it in front of him. “But I did.”

“What would I do without you?” he swooned dramatically as he took it and shoved it into his hoodie pocket. The car roared to life and he connected his phone to the airplay since your playlists were a year out of date.

“Go out, have fun and live it up in your 20’s like you should,” you offered as he pulled out of the driveway.

“You’re in your 20’s too.”

“I don’t know how to have fun anymore and I think I age in dog years now, so really I'm in my mid-thirties. Which sucks because I’ll be due a midlife crisis soon.”

“I am going to prove you wrong,” he said as he reached over the gearstick and took your hand. “We are going to go out and have fun, promise.”

You were grateful to have Lando’s hoodie when you landed at Heathrow and saw that the summer weather in Monaco hadn’t extended to the UK. A miserable grey skyline greeted you outside the airport before a horn tooted in the pick up zone and Lando waved to his friend Max.

The footpath was slick with puddles and the rain only seemed to get heavier as you prepared to leave the shelter of the terminal for a mad dash to the car. Before you could step out into the downpour, Lando stopped you and pulled your hood up over your head then donned his own and took your hand.

The first time he had held your hand you had been left feeling confused and guilty. It had been the first time you felt safe in a year. It had been the first time you had felt warmth in a year. It had felt like a betrayal because it had only been a year.

You had tried to put distance between the two of you after it happened, pushing him away and rebuilding the wall around your heart that he had been stealthily dismantling brick by brick. But in true Lando fashion he had blatantly ignored your request for space and instead arrived back at your home with a large suitcase and stayed even more.

It had taken time but Lando had convinced you of what deep down you already knew, René would want you to be happy. He would not have cared that the happiness came in the form of his teammate and friend - if anything, at least you knew it was someone René had trusted and shared the same values with.

Once you were able to accept that truth and forgive yourself for the guilt you had felt, things got better. Now you welcomed the small touches, the soft kisses he pressed to your forehead and the grounding weight of his arm when he draped it over your shoulders.

“Ready to run?” he asked as he tugged the strings for your hood, closing the gap around your face to minimise the chances of getting wet.

“No, just please don’t let me slip and make an ass of myself.” You could see the phones pointed your way, thumbs tapping the capture button as they took photos of you and Lando. The hoodies weren’t enough to hide your identity but you had grown used to the attention over the years of dating and then marrying an F1 driver, it was just different now that the pictures were with Lando.

“Never,” he chuckled and tightened his fingers laced with yours, “only I can take embarrassing pictures of you.”

You sent him a droll stare but he just smirked before Max tooted the horn again and you both rushed out into the rain. Your shoes splashed into the puddles and soon a giggle escaped as you tipped your head back to feel the cold and refreshing droplets on your lips while Lando opened the car door for you.

“As much as I love hearing you laugh, come on before you catch a cold,” Lando said with a smile as he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you into the backseat.

“Hey, Max,” you greeted the former racer who had been in the same up and coming circles of drivers as René had been. He had become a familiar face in the last month whenever Lando jumped on the simulator in the basement and streamed with the rest of his Quadrant esports team.

“Hey, Y/N,” he nodded to the hoodie with a grin as the boot slammed shut and Lando sprinted to the front seat, shaking his hair out as he pushed his hood back. “Nice kit.”

“What’s up, bro?” Lando greeted him before following his line of sight to you in the backseat. “Looks good, right?”

“Yeah, you could totally do modelling, or be an influencer.”

“No thanks, that sounds horrible,” you said with a roll of your eyes as you buckled up. “Plus, I deleted all my social media accounts so I have no one to influence anyway.”

Max shook his head in disbelief before focusing on the road as he pulled out into the midday traffic and headed to the hotel Lando had booked.

“That Monaco tax holiday is paying off, smart lad,” Max joked as he pulled up at The Shard in the heart of the city. “Did you get the tickets?”

Lando’s eyes flickered your way and Max bit his lip before mouthing ‘sorry’ and Lando sighed. “Yes, I got those explicitly stated surprise tickets.”

“Do I get to know what they are?” you asked as you leaned in between their seats.

Lando turned and booped you on the nose. “Nope, that would ruin the surprise.”

“What should I wear?” you asked Lando as you tried to phish for information on where he was taking you while you rode the elevator up to the room on the 50th floor, but he really wasn’t giving you much.

“Whatever you feel comfortable in.”

You tugged the hem of the hoodie down lower so it hid your denim shorts and looked like you were wearing nothing underneath. “What if I’m comfortable in this?”

His lips tugged up in amusement. “Then you can wear just that.”

“Hmm, so it’s nowhere fancy, that’s a relief.”

“I would totally take you somewhere fancy in that. I especially like this part,” he said as he turned you around so your back was to the mirrored wall.

“My ass?” you joked as you looked back over your shoulder.

“That too, or more, actually, but I was talking about this,” he explained as dragged his index finger across his name that was printed just above the hem.

Your breath caught in your throat at the touch and you peered up at him as the temperature in the elevator skyrocketed faster than it was carrying you up the skyscraper.

Maybe it was being out of the house you had shared with René that spurred the sudden freedom you felt, or maybe it was the culmination of touches and sweet gestures that had been building for weeks. Whatever it was, the cage you had kept the last little piece of yourself hidden in was unlocked by it.

His eyes held yours as his palm came to rest over his name and pulled you flush against his body. Your hands naturally found their way to his shoulders as you steadied yourself and you were struck by the grey that danced in his blue eyes, holding the same electric intensity of the storm you were sheltering from. But this was your true shelter, his eyes, his arms, they were your safe haven.

“Lando?” you asked shakily as your eyes drifted down to his full lips that he wet with his tongue.

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.

“Will you-” Your lips sealed shut as the doors opened at the leisure centre floor and a woman in her gym gear hopped in.

A frustrated groan nearly escaped when Lando changed his hold on you, curling his arm around your waist as he chuckled into your hair. Unfortunately the woman was only a floor below you so there was no time to pick up where you left off and then Lando’s hands were preoccupied with carrying the bags to the suite.

The space was stunning as you took it all in and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the large bed, the only one in the suite. There had been nights when Lando fell asleep next to you, when your nightmares woke him up and he didn’t have the energy to go back to the spare room he had taken over. But this was different.

Walking further into the living room you froze at the terrifying landscape before you, the sprawling city almost invisible beneath the blanket of clouds across the skyline. It was dizzying how high up you were with only a thin pane of glass separating you from the storm outside.

“I’m afraid of heights,” you whispered as you took a step back and into Lando’s chest, his arms enclosing around you.

“I won’t let you fall.” His breath was warm on your neck as he kissed your racing pulse. “Now, what were you going to ask me in the elevator?”

You turned in his arms and draped your arms around his neck as your heart threatened to beat right out of your chest. “Will you…kiss me?”

You felt his smile on your skin as he kissed your forehead and you tipped your head back to tell him that wasn’t what you meant but he was quicker and stole the words right from your parted lips as he kissed you properly.

You might have floated away on the clouds outside if it wasn’t for his arms holding you down. Oxygen no longer meant anything as you breathed him in instead, your fingers combing into his curls with desperation to keep him close.

Both of you were reluctant to break away but with screaming lungs you pulled back with a gasp and he dropped his forehead to yours.

“Wow,” he breathed with a soft chuckle that made you giggle. “Can we do that again?”

You answered him with a kiss as your hands drifted up under his hoodie and over the hard planes of his abs. “Mhmm, yes, please.”

Click here for part four.

Tagging: @yunnie-f1 @neiich @zendayabelova @stillbreathin @dr3lover @writerscurse @christianpulisic10 @alwaysclassyeagle

#lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic

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tackytigerfic · 2 months

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Tagged by @wolfpants and @oknowkiss , read their truly excellent lists here and here!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Mornings After - 2.5k, Dron

This is trickier as this was a collab and @sweet-s0rr0w wrote the start, so my first line isn't the opener. Still I'll post it here, I think it was this one.

“She was alright about it,” Ron continued, matter-of-fact, hooking a finger into the elastic waistband of Draco’s underwear, “all things considered.”

Wield Me - Drarry, 10k

“You’re not an easy man to track down,” Harry said from the doorway, where he was leaning like he was meant to be there.

Fledgling - 2.7k, pre-Drarry

Harry hadn’t thought the sling thing through before he left the house, and now his whole back is aching and he keeps whacking people with the unwieldy changing bag that won’t stop slipping off his shoulder.

I Fall on Grass - 3.1k, Drarry

Harry has a garden.

Let Be, Let Be - 10k, Dronarry

The international portkey to Svishtov deposited them right beside the Danube, under the squatting legs of a cargo crane.

Howl - 9k, Drarry

Draco woke up on a Friday morning in a field hospital in Grasmere, without a single memory of how he had got there.

Take the Moon - 15k, Drarry

“I’ll do it, of course I’ll fucking do it,” Draco was saying, which didn’t make any sense, because he was supposed to be at work; maybe Harry was hallucinating him.

The Edge of Something - 1.4k, Drarry

“Well, the good news is that I’m not dead,” Malfoy said, the voice so very much his that it brought Harry out of bed and to his knees.

Far Side - 1k, Drarry

Harry has a photo on his desk; he says it’s his favourite.

Snow on Snow - 1.1k, Drarry

On the first night in the safe house, Harry was woken every hour by church bells.

Conclusion: hmmm I'm not in love with some of these tbh. I have been trying different things in the last year as my main focus is on a long WIP. So no real stylistic coherence. I'm reasonably happy with most of these fics (though not all, i say, eyeing one or two resentfully) but not sure that any of that necessarily translates into the first lines.

Tagging anyone who wants a go! And @boxboxlewis @elskanellis @fluxweeed @maesterchill @mintawasalreadytaken @myrtlefics @skeptiquewrites @sleepstxtic @stationintern @sweet-s0rr0w @teledild0nix if you fancy it?

#drarry #first line tag game #rowing and chatting #pls tag me i never see anything on tumblr

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ilovelovewithallmyheart · 7 months

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Back When We Were Younger

TW: Mentions of drowning, throwing up and fight scenes

“𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙢.”

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙩. 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚.

“𝘽𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.”

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Fate is a strange thing. The stronger it tries to force two people apart, the more those two people are bound to be together. Even as misunderstandings last and the years pile on, Gojo and Y/n are bound to meet once again. And once they do, something beautiful blossoms in their neglected garden.

Hey guys! It's the author here. I'm imploring you guys to give this a read. It's actually really, really beautiful. I cried a bit while writing the end. There's so much angst, and it all gets tied up in a little ribbon in the end. So please read it all!

If you guys have any requests for one-shots, please request!

Word count: 6k

Time to read: 30 minutes

Okay i swear I'm terrible at writing one shots but it's so so so worth it!

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“Don’t marry him.”

His face was set. Hard. He took off his blindfold, making himself look more sincere and vulnerable.

“Be with me.”

*12 years ago*

“What’s your type, Geto?” Shoko suddenly asked.

The entire second-year class was sprawled out on the floor, tired and flattened out by Yaga’s training program.

The entire class seemed to cease breathing due to how sudden the question was.

Geto chuckled warmly. “Where did that come from?”

“C’mon Geto answer the question!” Gojo swatted Geto from his position on the floor.

“Gojo, you answer too.” Y/n giggled.

“Huuuh!”

Shoko smiled knowingly at Y/n. As Y/n’s best friend, she knew about Y/n’s decade-long crush on Gojo.

A fruitless crush that was terribly one-sided.

Even after all these years Gojo was still childishly clueless.

“Hmmm.” Geto’s deep voice seemed to rumble. “I would say…someone that is intelligent. A girl that is witty.”

“BOH-RING.” Gojo cupped his hands to his mouth like a megaphone.

“I prefer a tall busty woman with a big ass.” From Y/n’s spot on the floor, she saw Gojo wink and lick his lips at Geto.

This was the most Y/n ever found out up to that point about Gojo’s type.

And, to Y/n’s absolute dismay, she was definitely NOT tall, busty, and nor of big ass.

A beat paused, broken by Shoko making an understanding sound. “Yeaaah? I never took you for that kind of guy.”

Another pause, in which Shoko tried to catch Y/n’s eye. Y/n smiled at Shoko jokingly, but Shoko knew Y/n well enough to know that she was crushed.

“What? Every guy wants that kind of girl!” Gojo put his arms up in defense, further adding to Y/n’s bad mood.

Great. Now he basically just said that I’ll die unloved.

Y/n stole a glace at Gojo. He looked deep in thought, his cerulean blue eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Powerful.”

“Hmm?” Y/n queried.

Gojo turned his head to look a Y/n.

His feet were pointed to the right of the room, while Y/n was facing left. Nonetheless, their heads were still right next to eachother, only inches apart. “I’ll only date women who are stronger or on par with me in power.” He grinned, and Y/n couldn’t help smiling too. The limited space between them caused a roaring in Y/n’s ears and she quickly turned her head away before Gojo could see her bright red blush forming.

The words suddenly sunk in.

“Bruh.” Y/n died inside.

“Dude-“

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA” Shoko busted out laughing.

“At this point, you’re better off dating yourself.” Geto wheezed, and Gojo good-naturedly laughed as well.

Y/n was the only one not laughing. As the weakest sorceress in the class, this was not a laughing matter.

Y/n wanted to leap out of the classroom window and drown herself in the river in the moonlight.

“Girls’ turn.” Gojo pressed, after everyone settled down.

Shoko sighed. “I’m not that romantic.”

“Oh come on Shoko!” Y/n whined. Shoko sighed again. “Someone that…is rich.”

“Eyyyyy that’s my girl.” Gojo sat up, and leaned on his arms. Shoko immediately shot up too, glaring at Gojo with intense hate. “Never call me that again.”

Gojo and Shoko always bickered, and that set them off once again. Over the loud yelling and back-to-back quips, Geto sat up too and moved closer to Y/n. They were the grounded duo, the people that were the most sane. “What about you, Y/n?”

Y/n sat up slowly. The thing is, her type was the complete opposite of Gojo’s character.

“Someone that can settle down with me and start a family.” She smiled at Geto, appreciating him. Y/n was often forgotten in the class, not having any characteristics that were cool. She blended in with the crowd. But Geto would always seem to find her, even when she was surrounded by a thousand other people.

Somewhere in the back of Y/n’s mind, she still believed that Gojo could settle down with her.

Geto looked up in thought. “That first year seems like a good match. The blondie. What was his name…Kento Nanami!”

Y/n immediately looked over at Shoko. From day one she was preaching that she should go out with Nanami. Shoko winked.

Y/n turned back to Geto. “You think?” She laughed and blushed a little.

Gojo saw Shoko’s wink and stopped arguing. Then he turned to Y/n and saw her blush. A few seconds passed when he could feel a deep falling sensation in his chest, then it was gone.

For the next few weeks Y/n felt disturbed. Gojo’s type deeply ruined her peace. She needed closure, something that she could tick off on his list to make her feel better. She could try to do squats, but that was about it. Her cursed technique was a lost cause.

Changing the shape of air.

What a lame excuse for a technique.

It was a Saturday night and Gojo was off in Tokyo doing God knows what. Geto locked himself in his room, probably reading a poetry book and Shoko was out with friends.

Y/n was in the training room. She had nowhere else to be. To pass the time Y/n played around with her technique a little bit. She condensed the air tightly and pushed the mannequins around, the air block being invisible. That was the thing with her technique. No glory to it at all. It was all invisible, and her cursed energy was invisible too.

“I’ll only date women who are stronger or on par with me in power.”

How can I become stronger? How can I stop being so weak?

“You need to push yourself, Y/n. Force yourself to do things out of the realm of possibility.” Yaga always said.

“I need to push.” Y/n concentrated on her words.

PUSH.

She literally condensed the air even tighter than she used to. The air was so tight it was super solid. “I wonder…” She thought aloud. She sharpened the end of the block. Made it thinner.

Then, she sent it clean through the mannequin’s neck. It fell to the floor with a thud.

“Holy crap.”

She tried it again. And again. Slice, slice, slice. All the mannequins were now headless by a range of different air weapons. Knives, swords, katanas, multiple weapons at once too.

For the first time in Y/n’s life, she felt powerful.

It was all so easy. She could slice the necks clean off the curses without any effort, and they never even knew she was there. They didn’t even know what killed them.

Y/n felt the power surge through her. She knew, deep down, that she was powerful. More powerful than Shoko. More powerful than Geto.

That final push was all that she needed to unlock the chamber that held her full potential.

And it terrified her.

A person so used to having nothing was now granted everything.

Y/n didn’t think of herself as a masochist, but she hid her power. Pretended to be the same. She didn’t want things to change.

She also knew deep down that if she revealed her power, Gojo would finally see her.

And that was the real masochistic part of Y/n.

She didn’t want to be seen that way by Gojo. A person only with power. She wanted him to fall for her, not with the power she held.

In the Kyoto sister exchange event, she purposefully got out early and pouted about it in the end. She purposefully stuffed up her one-on-one fights. She purposefully didn’t say a word when Gojo proudly announced that he mastered his domain expansion, knowing that she mastered her's months ago.

She felt wrong about skipping out on hard missions, like when Gojo and Geto had to escort Tengen’s Star Plasma Vessel.

(SEASON 2 SPOILERS AHEAD)

She felt terrible when the mission failed. A lingering thought in her mind reminded her that if she was on that mission, the Vessel wouldn’t have died.

She felt horrible when Gojo lay on the floor, about to die.

She hated herself for allowing Yaga to usher her and Shoko into a safe room when she should’ve been out there fighting.

And she always blamed herself for Geto turning over to the dark side.

*2 months later*

Y/n sat on the veranda late at night eating ice cream mochi. She couldn’t sleep. The guilt wasn’t as bone-shattering as it was, but it still throbbed from time to time. And this was one of those nights.

Gojo was still strong. He still put on a brave face for her and Shoko.

And Shoko and Y/n never spoke out about those nights when Gojo went missing and returned with his clothes all ruffled and hickeys on his neck. That was his coping mechanism.

“Isn’t it strange, Shoko?” Y/n said vacantly to Shoko one night.

“What is?” Shoko watched with narrowed eyes as Gojo sauntered back to his dorm, clearly drunk and dishevelled.

“Isn’t it ironic how one person’s coping mechanism is the one thing causing another person to not be able to cope at all?” Y/n thought about that sentence from time to time. And she thought about that sentence while she ate her mochi.

Gojo was at that point in his relationship where he never even came back at night at all. He never spoke of her, never brought her out to meet Y/n and Shoko. She wasn’t ever mentioned. There was never a name. Y/n just referred to her in her head as ‘the other woman’.

On that mochi feast night Lana Del Rey’s ‘The Other Woman’ played on Y/n’s spotify shuffle the exact moment Gojo swayed through the Jujutsu Tech Gates. (recommended that you play it while you read)

“I wonder what she’s like.” Y/n said softly to herself. A burning sensation filled her chest, the same one that always came when she thought about the other woman.

He walked drunkenly over to his dorm while the music played.

♩The other woman has time to manicure her nails♩

♩The other woman is perfect where her rival fails♩

♩And she’s never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere♩

In order to get to his dorm, he needed to pass Y/n’s dorm. He staggered towards her and she clenched her fists.

♩The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume♩

♩The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room♩

As Gojo turned right to his dorm building he swayed and fell.

Y/n immediately sprang up to help him.

She lifted his limp body off the floor and cradled his head. She observed his outfit. A button-up that was buttoned up wrong, jeans that were zipped but not buttoned, a red angry hickey on his neck and red lipstick marks all over his mouth and chest.

He looked at her through heavy lids, his beautiful, beautiful blue eyes roaring with the ocean’s waves.

♩And there are never toys that’s scattered everywhere♩

“Gojo, come on, stand up.” Y/n attempted to heave Gojo upwards, but he groaned in protest. Seeing Gojo in that kind of state with another woman’s lipstick all over him made her want to pick him up and throw him into the river, and then drown herself alongside him.

♩And when her old man comes to call♩

♩He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen♩

Y/n gave up on trying to move him and just sat with his head in her lap. She stared into his eyes and he dimly stared back. She sighed. “Did she kick you out? You usually stay at your girlfriend’s house all night.”

A glint returned to his eyes. He grimly smiled. “She’s not my girlfriend.” He replied in a thick voice. The first thing he said all night. “And it’s none of your business.” A harsher cut to his words sent a fresh wave of despair to wash over Y/n.

♩’Cause to be by her side♩

“You forgot to turn your Infinity on” Y/n realised with a start. She glared at Gojo. “That was stupid and reckless of you.” The first time she touched him. And it was because he wanted to get touched by the other woman.

“No,” He murmured lowly.

“I never have my infinity on when I’m with you.”

♩It’s such a change from old routine♩

Y/n’s mouth parted in shock and her arms lifted hesitantly. Strength seemed to return to Gojo’s limbs and he stood up and looked at Y/n before turning to his dorm.

Y/n was still on the ground as she watched Gojo walk to his dorm, his back to her.

♩The other woman will always cry herself to sleep♩

♩The other woman will never have his love to keep♩

♩And as the years go by, the other woman will spend her life alone♩

The next week came and Y/n felt even worse about Geto, and now about Gojo. She was confused about what he meant by his infinity, and even more so when Gojo acted like nothing happened. She was staring at the moon as it slowly began its ascent into the sky.

‘The Other Woman’ was playing again, and was just about to end.

It felt like a knife was stabbed into her heart and twisted left and right at what she saw next.

Gojo.

Leaving the high school with another buttoned-up shirt, this time with a wrapped-up gift.

♩Alone♩

*10 years later*

Y/n left the Jujutsu world as soon as she graduated. She left as a grade 4 sorcerer, meaning she wasn’t of any use to the higher-ups anyway. She got a job as a pharmacist and had been living peacefully and happily ever since. She still contacted Shoko occasionally, but she cut all contact with Gojo.

She never attempted to contact him, and he never attempted to contact her.

It was better that way, Y/n believed. He was a ghost of her sorceress past, a dark and twisted part of her life that she decided to leave behind. Y/n never bothered to think about her feelings about him. In the past 10 years, her feelings for Gojo didn’t fade, truthfully. They were beaten down and thrown to the side, ignored for a decade.

In truth, she had seen someone lately. A gorgeous tall man called Asahi who was the CEO of a technology company. She didn’t think anything of it.

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

He’s just a billionaire, that’s it.

It was just one date.

But one date turned into two dates.

Two dates turned into three.

Three dates turned into four.

Four dates turned into a casual stay at the Peninsula Tokyo (one of the most expensive luxury hotels).

It came to a point where the relationship was becoming serious, and it scared Y/n. At the point they were headed…it was a clear road to marriage. She couldn’t even count the number of dates they had gone on anymore. And she had no idea why she wasn’t excited.

The next date was to an expensive restaurant in Tokyo, the day before Christmas.

Y/n got ready beforehand. She put on a red dress, and black heels and styled her hair in curls.

(Jujutsu Kaisen Zero Movie Spoilers Ahead!!)

She did a quick once over in the mirror and was overall happy with what she looked like. She got two notifications on her phone.

Asahi:

Can’t wait to have dinner with you. Are you a fan of soft-shell crabs?

Y/n smiled and replied:

That sounds great, but that’s not on the menu?

She checked her other message. Little did she know that that message would change her life forever.

Shoko:

Right now. Shinjuku. Urgent.

Y/n’s heart dropped to her stomach. This could only mean one thing. Jujutsu chaos. And if Shoko asked for help from a Grade 4 sorceress, it was urgent. Y/n didn’t even change out of her dress. She found a Fox mask to cover her face and urgently sent a text to Asahi cancelling the date.

Public transport wouldn’t get her there in time. She had a hunch. So, with her red dress billowing behind her and expensive heels click-clacking she jumped from roof to roof, her curled hair streaming behind her in the moonlight.

Meanwhile, Asahi got her text and sadly clutched the small black box containing a diamond ring inside.

The skyline of Shinjuku was horrid. Dozens of low-level curses flew in, blocking out the sky. Gruesome and oozing, Y/n watched in terror, her feet rooted to the spot. She shakily stepped to the ledge of the roof and watched as Jujutsu Sorcerors and students alike fought with all their might. The night breeze made her shiver in her dress.

Then, taking a deep breath, she created hundreds of blades in the air, more than she had ever done before.

“Oh?” A student said, from down below. “Kaeru, is it just me, or did the air just get really thin here?”

Y/n took a deep breath.

Then she pushed the blades forward, stabbing and decapitating hundreds of curses all at once.

Students dodged in terror as the bodies plunged from the sky, while Sorcerors stared in amazement.

“Who did that?”

“Was it Gojo?”

“I can’t detect any cursed energy,” Nanami mumbled. He easily dodged the severed head of a curse. He inspected the head but found no trace of cursed residue.

He scanned the skyline, and his eyes widened. A woman, in a red dress with a mask on.

(I just made this bit up, so the spoilers are over for the movie!)

A fresh wave of monsters appeared. This time, they were even more powerful than the rest. “Special grade.” Y/n’s eyes widened in horror. Giant, deformed curses stumbled in, grabbing sorcerers and ripping them apart. The blood of a young student splayed out onto the streets.

Y/n remembered Geto, and how she failed him. She remembered being young and weak. Then she remembered her power.

She jumped off the roof and summoned a large blade to slice through the giant’s head in a second. She then landed on the giant’s head as it hit the ground. More giants stumbled in. “EVERYONE GET BACK!” Y/n roared. Registered Sorcerers ushered the students and themselves back in awe. Nanami took off his goggles, his jaw slack.

Four special-grade giants thundered in, their roars cut short by their bodies being sliced to shreds spontaneously by a range of hand movements made by Y/n. The slices fell to the floor with a large thud and Y/n was covered in Curse Blood. The crowd of sorcerors were silent. Y/n panted heavily, then turned to the crowd. “Does anyone know where the really deadly curses are?”

“Who are you?” A student asked. Y/n shook her head. Nanami cleared his throat. “With Gojo.” She turned towards him. Her eye twitched behind the mask. “And where might he be?”

“The roof of the Shinjuku Center Building.”

Y/n nodded. “Thank you." Then she was off.

She thundered down the streets.

“With Gojo.”

She mentally prepared herself to meet him again. That night with the mochi was the last time they actually spoke one-on-one. 10 years ago.

He won’t know it’s me, right?

A boom erupted above Y/n, and debris rained down from above. She looked up and saw a cockroach curse with a dozen eyes attack Gojo relentlessly. She saw him dodge and attack. She’d observed Gojo training enough times in the past to know that he’d tired out. His attacks were less sharp and the dodges required more energy.

She created air platforms ascending to the roof and began climbing up. Gojo was too focused on the battle to notice her. Y/n paused for a moment. Gojo looked different.

He was taller, but more muscular and less lanky. His face was sharper and less soft-looking. But his eyes, they were always and forever the same eyes that she fell in love with when she was seven.

The cockroach lunged at Gojo and he didn’t react fast enough. Springing into action, Y/n jumped in front of him just in time to push the cockroach back with an air barrier. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, she decided to show off. She stuck a dozen sharp hooks into the cockroach and it bellowed out a scream. Then she extended out her arms in a sharp movement and the hooks dislodged, ripping out the flesh of the cockroach’s head into hundreds of pieces. It fell to the floor in a splat.

Silence.

She was panting, hard. She turned backwards to see Gojo with his eyes wide open. They darted over to the cockroach’s corpse, then fixed on Y/n. He looked like he just saw a ghost. Y/n felt her hands itching to rip the mask off her face. She clenched her fists and jumped off the building.

Gojo stepped over to the ledge of the building and watched her disappear into Shinjuku’s streets.

Y/n.

On Christmas day (the next day) Asahi proposed to Y/n at their rescheduled dinner.

She said yes.

On New Year’s day, Y/n was working the overnight shift at her pharmacy. Technically, it was already the New Year. Y/n looked at her watch: 2:24 am.

She sighed. No one ever came to the pharmacy at this hour. Idly, she examined the diamond ring Asahi gave her. It sparkled in all of its 18 carats. She couldn’t even fathom how much that would’ve cost.

In truth, she was happy that she was getting married to Asahi. She just wasn’t…thrilled. As a little girl, she pictured her wedding a billion times; the excitement, the giddiness and pictured that she would wake up next to the love of her life for the rest of her days. It didn’t feel at all like how she pictured it. It felt normal. To be fair, maybe the reason was because she always pictured Gojo next to her on that wedding aisle.

The bell on the pharmacy door rang suddenly. She immediately put her ring in her pocket. She didn’t want to lose it or have it slide off her finger.

“Welcome to-“ Her voice faltered at the end.

“Happy New Year Y/n.” Gojo was dressed in a warm coat, his hands tucked into his pockets. He had sunglasses on, even though it was the dead of night.

Y/n couldn’t believe that Gojo was there, at her small pharmacy.

“Happy New Year Gojo.” She smiled and put on her best clueless voice. “Man, I haven’t seen you in 10 years!” She let out a slightly hysterical laugh.

“I bought this on the way here.” He placed a stuffed toy cockroach on the counter. Y/n stared at the cockroach, gobsmacked.

Is he trying to be funny?

“Oh haha!!” Another hysterical laugh. “That’s random.” She smiled and grabbed the cockroach, fiddling with it, refusing to look at Gojo. She could feel his eyes boring into her.

He yanked the cockroach out from her arms.

“Thank you.” Gojo’s voice was sincere. Y/n finally looked up.

“Thank you for saving me, Y/n.” He placed the cockroach back on the counter. “Haha from what?” She realised regretfully that her voice sounded extremely strained and fake. Gojo smiled wide easily. “How did you get so strong? It was SUPER cool what you did back there.” He hoisted himself up on the counter, and faced Y/n.

He’s going to be here a while.

Y/n smiled.

“I was always like that.” Gojo’s smile was immediately wiped from his face. “I just…didn’t reveal it.” “Ohhh, really?” He looked deep in thought. “You know, you could be as strong as me!” He dangled his legs childishly. Y/n scoffed and swatted Gojo’s legs. “No way.”

“Yes way.” he grabbed Y/n’s shoulders. “Why were you in a dress though?”

Y/n hesitated but decided to go for it.

“I was supposed to go on a date with my fiance.” She smiled painfully. Gojo’s arms went limp and fell from her shoulders. Y/n swallowed a lump in her throat. “Would you like to see the ring?” Gojo regained his happy face with difficulty. He nodded.

She took out the heavily diamond-clad ring from her pocket and handed it to Gojo. He stared at it in his hand. “Wow haha Cubic Zirconia! He couldn’t get diamonds?” He smiled like a puppy at Y/n. “No, it’s 18-carat diamonds.” His mouth twitched. “Haha, he must be rich then!” He didn’t look like he was laughing.

“Yeah, he’s a part of the Asahi family.” She took the ring back and put it in her pocket. A vein was popping in his forehead. “Yes, but I’m a part of the Gojo Clan.”

Y/n smiled blankly at Gojo. “yes…I know.” She deadpanned.

He got off the counter abruptly. “See you later!” He smiled sweetly again.

Y/n nodded cautiously, unsure of when ‘later’ was.

On the way home, Gojo punched a bronze statue to the floor.

Three days passed with no Gojo.

Y/n didn’t have work that day and decided to stay and chill at her apartment. The cockroach plushie from Gojo was placed on the couch.

The doorbell rang, and Y/n got up to answer it. “pizza pizza pizza!” she muttered happily. She opened the door, and there stood Gojo. He had to tilt his head down to fit in the doorframe. She frowned. “You’re not pizza.”

“No I’m not.” He still smiled. “Come on, I’ve planned a fun day ahead!” He grabbed Y/n and sped out of the building. “Where are we going?” Y/n stumbled after him. He looked back and grinned. “Our old high school!”

“Wow, I’ve missed this place” Y/n looked around the old high school. It looked exactly like how it used to 11 years ago. Nostalgia hit her like a train. The river that she felt tempted to drown herself in at least twice a day, and the famous dorms. She stared at the spot where Gojo collapsed and fell, then carried on.

“I teach here.” Gojo stuck his tongue out playfully. “Oh wow…”

Gojo guided her to their old classroom. She flashed back to that moment 11 years ago when their class was on the floor, talking about their types. Back when everything was rosy. “Why did you bring me here?” Y/n asked. “Because,” Gojo sat on the teacher’s desk, “we are going to catch up.”

“Where were you for 10 years?” He took off his blindfold.

They ended up talking for the entire day.

Everything felt like how it was when they were teenagers. Laughing easily, remembering funny moments. They ended up on the floor just like that day.

A bug landed on Gojo’s chest and Y/n quickly swatted it away. “Oh.” She observed. “What?” Gojo hummed. “Your infinity,” she frowned. “It isn’t on.” He turned to face her. “I told you. When I’m with you it’s never on.”

She smiled. “I remember that.” Y/n was glad Gojo could remember it too. After he acted like nothing happened, Y/n thought that was just her imagination. The butterflies that she knew all too well fluttered in her stomach.

Shoko walked through the halls and spotted the two of them, sprawled out over the door. She grinned. “Oh, Shoko! You’re here?” Gojo patted a spot on the floor next to him. Shoko gave Gojo a knowing look. She knew that Gojo was aware she was on campus. He just wanted alone time with Y/n.

“Isn’t this just like old times?” Y/n commented after Shoko lay on the floor with them. No one mentioned the absence of Geto.

“God, back then I was insufferable.” Shoko laughed. “I can’t believe you’re engaged to a billionaire Y/n.” Y/n texted Shoko the day before about it.

Gojo laughed. “I know.” Shoko glared at Gojo.

“Back then, I was really short.” Y/n stared up at the ceiling. “You were. I used to pat your head all the time.” Shoko chuckled tenderly. Gojo stayed silent.

“Back then, I was head over heels for Y/n.” Gojo said softly.

“Honestly, I still am a little bit.”

Shoko sucked in a breath. Y/n’s stomach DROPPED. She shot upwards and ran out of the class.

Shoko sat up too and slapped Gojo. “I can’t believe you said that to an engaged woman!” Gojo sat up too. “What? I said back then!” He put his arms up in joking surrender, but a deep frown settled on his face.

“And then you said you still like her!”

Shoko glared at Gojo. “Back then, Y/n was head over heels for you too! She’s been in love with you since you were seven!” Gojo’s arms dropped.

“So…all those nights in front of the dorms,” he looked at her, “when I went into the city and she was watching…” his voice was soft and his face was ghostly.

She nodded grimly.

“did Y/n still like me…?”

Shoko nodded.

“until when?” Gojo held his breath.

“she never stopped.” Shoko looked at him.

“Even now?”

Shoko glared at him. “Yes.”

*Last night*

Shoko and Y/n stayed up late talking about Y/n’s engagement.

“I can’t believe you got over Gojo. I thought you never would.” Shoko said over the phone. The line crinkled.

“I never did.” Y/n sighed. “I just ignored it because I knew I could never get over him.”

Shoko was speechless. “So do you still like him?”

“Yes. But nothing will ever happen and I’m getting married” Y/n sounded like she was on the brink of despair.

“Do you love Asahi?” Shoko asked. “Yes.” Y/n replied.

A pause.

“Do you love him more than Gojo?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever love someone like I love Gojo.”

*Present Day*

“I don’t think I’ll ever love someone like I love Gojo.”

Y/n was furiously running down the steps of Jujutsu Tech.

The clouds gathered together to let down a torrential downpour from the heavens.

I knew this was a mistake. I knew and I came here anyway.

Gojo loves me.

He loved me in the past.

Then why did he-

“Y/n!” Gojo ran after her. He easily caught up to her and grabbed her shoulder.

“No, no, no.” Y/n could feel tears in her eyes. “Don’t you dare touch me. Don’t you dare-“ Her lip trembled.

“Don’t you dare tell me you love me after making me watch you go to that girl in Tokyo!” Her voice was thick and her eyes filled with tears.

She quickly went down some more stairs but Gojo caught up.

“You never told me that-“ He tried, his arms trying to grab her.

She slapped his arm away. “That doesn’t matter!” She practically growled.

“Geto was gone, okay? I was broken, and I-“ Gojo began, following Y/n down the stairs.

“So were we all!” Y/n cried. She tried not to slip in the rain. “I thought Geto leaving was my fault!”

She paused on the stairs, looking angrily at Gojo. He stared at her, shocked.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Gojo asked, pain written all over his face.

“Because you were out getting gifts, and presents for your girlfriend-“

“She was never my girlfriend-“

“And coming back drunk and messy-“

“That gift was meant for you!”

Y/n stopped. She looked at Gojo with furrowed brows.

“I was going to ask her if it was a good gift for you. If you’d like it. We never emotionally connected, okay? Hell, I - I don’t even remember her name!”

Y/n went dead silent.

*11 years ago**

Gojo remembered that night perfectly.

It was a memory he revisited often.

He was blindingly drunk, and when he stepped through the school gates he saw Y/n, sitting listening to music.

When he fell and his head was in Y/n’s lap, he honestly thought he died.

She was so beautiful. Her hair, her eyes, it was all in the moonlight. He could basically see the kindness and compassion in her eyes. She looked like an angel. Gojo wouldn’t mind dying if she was the angel greeting him to the afterlife.

“Did she kick you out? You usually stay at your girlfriend’s house all night.” He smiled at the ridiculousness of the thought.

Why would I date anyone when there’s Y/n?

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He didn’t want her to concern herself with the woman he went to. Y/n was too good for that. “And it’s none of your business.”

Y/n hands were on his chest, and they felt so warm. Gojo knew he could stay there happily forever. She rebuked him for turning his infinity off the entire night, but it was never on when he was with her. Just if she wanted to touch him.

He kept holding onto that chance. He kept waiting for that day to come, so it was never on.

The next week, he bought a necklace for Y/n, followed by a handwritten note.

I hope she likes it.

Gojo never gave it to her. For some reason, Y/n distanced herself from him.

And he never heard from her for the next 10 years. He wanted to text and call. He knew where she was, what she was studying, where she worked. He always checked up on her, making sure she was safe.

But Y/n looked happy with her new life. Gojo didn’t want to take that away from her.

When Y/n flew back into his life, he thought it was a sign. His feelings for her were back, now stronger than ever. And he was determined to make sure she never left him again.

**Present Day**

Y/n spluttered. Her jaw was clenched. She searched Gojo’s face, then replied. “I’m leaving now, okay? I’m getting married, and I can’t be doing this. My fiance wouldn’t like it.” She turned and left.

“Screw what your husband wants! What do you want?” He stepped forward, but Y/n conjured up a wall. She paused. “it doesn’t matter what I want. It hurts too much to be with you.”

She left him there, in the rain.

*8 months later*

It was Y/n’s wedding day.

She spent those 8 months plunging her entire soul into wedding planning to drown out her misery.

The wedding was nothing short of glamorous. Asahi made sure of that. The venue was huge too - Asahi had a lot of friends. He told Y/n to invite everyone she knew as well, even if they weren’t super close. She hesitated to send Gojo an invitation but decided to send one anyway. 10 years of knowing him and loving him couldn’t be undone in a single day, no matter how painful that day was.

Asahi and Y/n decided to have their ceremony in the Asahi company’s skyscraper at night. There were professional hair stylists and makeup artists prepping her for the ceremony. After they were done, Y/n slipped on her wedding dress.

She was absolutely adamant that she had a classic wedding dress. None of the ruffles and lace and 7-foot-long veil nonsense. A beautiful white silk dress with a wide neckline and a cinched waist. Perfect for Y/n, and it made her look stunning.

She still couldn’t fathom that she was getting married. That this was the beginning of forever. She couldn’t believe that she was getting married, and not to Gojo.

Suddenly the chandeliers were too bright. The roses in the room too fragrant. The skyscraper too cramped.

She quietly slipped away to the rooftop as the guests started arriving.

On the rooftop, the bustling sounds of the city soothed her. The night breeze gently caressed her red face. She could finally breathe again.

She hoped she wasn’t making a terrible mistake.

Her sorceress instincts were telling her there was someone on that rooftop with her. And she knew exactly who it was.

“creeping on me on my wedding day Gojo?” Y/n joked. He stepped out from the shadows. He smiled. He was wearing a tuxedo, and he looked good. More better than good. It caused a twist of an unexplainable emotion in Y/n’s heart.

Y/n smiled, causing a stab of pain in Gojo’s heart. “Thank you for coming to my wedding Gojo. I’m sorry about what happened the last time we met up.” Gojo’s strong facade slipped. He was trying to be strong for Y/n. He didn’t want to ruin her day. But just the thought of Y/n, his girl, being gone forever…

“You look really beautiful, Y/n”

Just stick to the plan, Gojo.

He swallowed a lump in his throat and brought out a wrapped gift box from behind his back.

Y/n stopped breathing.

“is this-?” She softly picked up the box.

“From all those years ago.” Gojo confirmed.

The gift box that Gojo was supposed to give Y/n 11 years ago. The wrapping was old and crinkled, taped messily together.

“You kept it all this time?” Y/n’s eyes were glassy. He tried to act casually. “It means a lot to me. I couldn’t just get rid of it.” He nodded his head over to the box.

“Come on. Open it.” He grinned. Y/n nodded slowly, tore open the wrapping and opened the box. Inside the box was a smaller box with a note. “Read the note after you open it.” Gojo nudged.

Y/n opened the box, and inside was a beautiful golden necklace with an eye-shaped pendant. Inside the eye was a gleaming sapphire stone, the exact same colour as Gojo’s eyes. “It’s beautiful.” Y/n stared at the necklace in awe. “Read the note.” Gojo took a step closer to Y/n.

The note was clearly old. It was crinkly and was written on lined paper. The handwriting was messy and boyish, giving Y/n a stab of nostalgia.

An eye necklace, because I’ll only ever have eyes for you, Y/n.

Y/n wanted to throw up and cry. This note pierced her heart and sent what felt like a dozen weights to fall on her shoulders.

Why would Gojo give me this gift knowing that I still love him?

“Why did you give me this Gojo?” Y/n asked with tears in her eyes. “You know I’ve loved you for so long. You know I still love you. So why, on my wedding day?” Y/n was borderline begging, asking for a reason to not believe the note. To not surrender her heart to Gojo.

Stick to the plan, Gojo.

He clenched his fists.

Screw the plan.

“I love you Y/n. I’ve loved you since, god, probably longer than you. And I know everything is messed up now because I didn’t have the guts to tell you, but I’ve never stopped loving you. Not in those ten years we didn’t speak, and I know that I’ll never stop loving you. I knew immediately that it was you in that red dress because I never stopped believing in your cursed energy. I never stopped believing in you Y/n. And I never stopped believing in us. That’s why I always had my infinity off around you. And that’s why I’ve kept this necklace this long.”

Y/n was heaving with sobs.

“So please, Y/n.” He looked so vulnerable. “Don’t marry him.” He took off his blindfold, his beautiful cerulean eyes searing into Y/n’s soul. A decade of staring into those eyes flashed in Y/n’s mind. A decade of loving him.

He looked so, so vulnerable. He looked just like the Gojo Y/n fell in love with all those years ago. Boyish and soft.

“Be with me.”

Y/n hugged Gojo so tightly as if the world depended on it. She held him so tight as if the sky was crashing down on her and he was her only safety net.

He buried his head in Y/n’s hair.

“Yes.” She sobbed. “I’ll follow you wherever you go.”

Gojo’s body seemed to collapse. His chest suddenly started shaking.

He let go of Y/n and cupped her face in his hands. The amount of love he felt for her felt bigger than the whole world. He didn’t know that a human could love that much. His heart swelled so big.

“Gojo…what should we do? I’m supposed to get married tonight. I can’t just leave.” Worry crossed Y/n’s face, and Gojo wanted to wipe that worry right off her face. He wanted to wipe off and eliminate all the pain he had caused her.

“Yeah, we can.” Gojo grinned. “What do you mean by-“

Gojo suddenly had Y/n in his arms bridal style. “Where are you taking me?” Y/n felt breathless. “To the start of forever.”

He then jumped off the skyscraper with Y/n in his arms.

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feyhunter78 · 6 months

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A possessive rage seizes him. “You will do no such thing.”

HELP if this is him at the thought of us with another man, imagine if we actually talked to someone who was t him. he’d go crazy🤭

HMMM why don't we see if he does go crazy👀

Among the Sun Ch 14

Description: You have been ignoring Miguel, but now the festival has begun, and he intends to speak with you. Ch 15

You asked him to wait and wait, he shall. He only wishes that you had given him more instruction than simply that, to wait. Do you desire to be left alone entirely, no servants or visitors indefinitely, or is it only he who you do not wish to see? Judging by how you float through the gardens, your arm linked with Sera’s, he surmises it is the latter. Though he has seen you with others a multitude of times before this, the closeness you share with your handmaiden, the joy her presence brings you he can no longer deny. You merely do not wish to see him.

Miguel watches you through the large arched window of his study. His enhanced senses picking up the musicality of your laugh, how you lean into Sera to whisper something, the look on her face telling him it must be something quite scandalous.

He groans and runs a hand down his face. It has been a fortnight since you allowed him to feast upon you, your blood and slick on his tongue once he fell to his knees before you. Worshiped you as he had longed to during those many years in which your shared dreams were dark. A tortuous fortnight since you banished him from your sight, and began a life anew in his palace, being warm and open to his people, but cold and distant to him.

His fingers grasp the gold pendant around his neck, its counterpart sitting, mocking him from the far corner of his desk.

You had left it outside his study, wrapped in a soft cloth. He’d rather you stabbed him in the gut than discard a symbol of your unity so easily.

Lyla clicked her tongue at him, telling him that it was clearly not an easy decision, but that it spoke volumes about your internal conflict, the pain, and anger churning within you.

But soon you would have no choice but to speak to him, to turn your gaze upon him. The Festival of Fools would begin in a matter of hours, the festivities set off with a tourney. Jousting, dueling, displays of strength and courage, all that you would be obligated to watch by his side upon the dais.

He would spend some time with Gabi beforehand, reassure her that soon she would be able to meet the princess, but not yet.

Miguel sat back on the dais, his gilded throne set above the crowds, a seat beside him crafted especially for you. He was not too far from his people, a single flight of stairs above, the low walls of the balcony providing ample opportunity for them to see their emperor. He was one of them, born in the lower levels of the city, raised among them, he still had companions that lived—albeit in nicer accommodations now—in the city, still visited the restaurants and theaters he had as a child.

His people had made him emperor, had supported his reign, he would not turn his back on them.

But you? You seem more than happy to keep your back to him, flitting through the crowd, speaking with dozens upon dozens of people. When did you have the time to make friends, and why did so many of them seem to be male?

Miguel’s fingers curl around the arms of his throne, anger settling in his bones as his eyes follow your every move. Sera still remains at your side, for that much he is grateful.

“Miguel, it is time, the crowd is waiting for your command.” Lyla says, her glasses low on her nose, her eyes darting from him to you.

“Bring my empress to her rightful seat, then I will start the festivities.” He orders, crossing his arms over his chest, jaw clenching as he watches you giggle at the words of some unknown nobleman.

Lyla sighs but does as he asks, and soon she reappears with an aggravated looking you.

“Your Grace.” You say stiffly, curtsying to him, then giving Lyla a smile and a quiet thank you before taking your seat.

“You look beautiful, mi vida, I did not know the color blue could look more divine upon a mortal than it looked in the heavens.” Miguel says, moving to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, silently begging you to turn your gaze upon him.

You brush off his attempt, your eyes on the fighting pit. “Your words are kind, but not necessary.”

“Did you sleep well? You must tell me if you find anything in your quarters amiss, and I will remedy it.” He tries again, feeling awkward for the first time since he was a child.

“I believe they are waiting for your word to begin.” You ignore his question, and instead wave to the commoners below with a radiant smile.

They begin a chant, waving back, enamored with your presence.

Miguel stands and approaches the edge of the balcony, raising his arms, the crowd falling silent. “My friends, today we celebrate the downfall of those who would stand against us. Foolish men who fell to the blade of our greatest warriors. We honor the sacrifices made by our armies, our father, sons, and brothers. Let the festivities begin.” He motions with one hand, trumpets sounding and the gates on either side of the pit slamming open, the heavy beat of hooves against the packed sand filling the arena.

He turns back towards, seeing how you are learning forward, excitement shining in your eyes. “Y/N, come, let your people see you.”

You purse your lips, hesitating for a moment, then join him, standing a safe but not overly noticeable distance away from him. If he wished to, he could easily pull you into his arms, but he does not, such an action would surely cause you to take flight.

The jousters circle each other before they come to a stop before the dais.

“Emperor Miguel, The Great Sun of the Empire, I am Sir Yorik Gene, and I ask the favor of my lady wife, Terya.” The first jouster says, the plume sticking from his helmet a brilliant red.

“How can I deny a man the favor of his wife, only she is able to do such a thing. Pray to the gods you have not angered her since your arrival.” Miguel smiles.

Yorik turns to his wife, holding his lance out towards her.

She makes a show of thinking, toying with her handkerchief.

“Perhaps you forgot to bring your lady wife flowers this morning.” Miguel jests, the crowd and Terya bursting into laughter.

Terya throws her handkerchief to her husband along with a kiss.

The next knight clears his throat. “Great Sun of the Empire, I am Sir Dorrin Kells, and I ask the favor of the Princess Y/N.”

Miguel’s claws dig into the stone of the balcony, a snarl building in his throat.

“And you may have it.” Your voice is light, joyous, a flattered smile blooming across your face as you toss down your handkerchief.

A chunk of stone comes off, smashing across the floor of the dais when he turns on his heel, fuming.

You pay him no mind, leaning forward on your forearms. “Do win this joust Sir Dorrin, I am known for giving my favor to victors, and do not wish to sully my reputation.”

Miguel can hear the smile in Dorrin’s voice, the flirtation in yours, it drives him mad.

“Y/N, come.” He orders, voice harsh, unflinching.

You glance at him over your shoulder, face a mask of stone. “I am not a dog, Your Grace.”

The trumpets sound once more, and the joust begins. You stay in your place, leaning over the railing, cheering loudly, vibrantly for Dorrin.

He imagines spearing Dorrin’s head on a stake. Mounting it on the castle gates, of taking hold of your hips and slamming his cock into you, bending you even further over the balcony, your cries and fucked out expression for all to see. Yes, he desires to claim you, for all to know you belong to him, and him alone.

Miguel stands, makes his way to you, his hands settling on your hips, his head dipping to so that he might whisper in your ear, his breath stirring your hair. “I am sorry y/n, I should not have spoken to you in such a way, please, come sit with me.”

Your eyes remain on the joust, but he feels you relax ever so slightly. “Once my favor is no longer required, I will join you.”

He nods. “A fair compromise.”

You nod as well, and he releases you, returning to his seat, his eyes tracing the outline of your figure, wishing he could rip the strings of your corset and bury his face between your breasts as you rode him. Velvet walls squeezing his cock, your pretty voice crying his name.

Did you plan this, or did the gods conspire against him? Every joust, every duel, your favor is requested, and each request you honor. Truly he will burn your handkerchief once it has been returned to you, it has passed through too many hands that were not his own.

Finally, the tourney ends, and along with it, he hopes his torment, but he has no such luck.

“Miguel, Princess, now you must greet our guests in the throne room.” Lyla says, leading you both to the massive hall where once again two thrones await you and him.

You are a natural, thriving among the nobles. A true player of the political game, you allow praises to be thrown your way, tossing them back to some, and to others you defer to Miguel, clinging to him in a ploy of submission and devotion.

He enjoys those moments, your hands, so tiny compared to his, to the swell of his biceps, your warm body pressed against his. He fights to keep his cock from straining against his breeches when you look up at him through your eyelashes, hugging his arm to your breasts.

When a particularly obnoxious nobleman inquires whether you come from a culture that encourages their rulers to partake in the nobility to encourage loyalty within the court. Miguel pulls you into his lap, large hand on your thigh.

“She does not.” He glares at the man, fangs flashing as he speaks.

The man scrambles for a response, quickly hurrying away, face reddened and gleaming with sweat.

“I will have him killed the moment he leaves the grounds. His head shall be my gift to you.” Miguel whispers, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

It has been so long since he has been able to hold you, the scent of you fills his nostrils and calms him, the softness of your skin a balm to his rage.

“I would not be opposed.” You say coolly, your hand resting atop Miguel’s.

“One of many gifts, be assured.”

TL: @not-aya, @belos-simp69, @deputy-videogamer, @sxnasbitch, @minimari415, @syndrlla97, @gejo333, @lady-necromancer, @zeyzeys-stuff, @tayleighuh, @loser-alert, @envyjmoney, @allysunny, @princessloveweird, @freehentai, @xlittlebubx-blog, @berry-potchy, @drefear, @jkthinkstoomuch, @ihateuguys, @yuuotosaka3, @queenofroses22, @ray-rook, @lollipopin, @faexsins, @drefear, @scorpihoooe

#meg's writing #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #ats #among the sun #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x y/n #emperor!miguel #halfdemon!miguel #princess!reader

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mellowwillowy · 1 year

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Pet (Kakegurui AU)

Yan!Childe with childhood friend fem reader

Pet play, manipulative Childe, idk if I should tag corruption since Childe didn't really enter you(?), 50% plot 50% lemon (HAHAHA), depressed reader (suicide thoughts), life schedule, reader is called as sister, mentions of past relationships in the end

If you are not familiar with Kakegurui then it's basically... gambling *peaces out*

"Hee, I didn't expect you to be here at all sis~"

Childe says as he playfully traces his finger over your Mitten tags. Ajax, your childhood friend is now one of the members of the student council? You are not sure if you really want to know what power he has in his grasp.

"Let me guess, you failed to pay up during fund collections right?" The Ajax you remember used to be a shy boy that is scared of almost everything. His current smile can be compared to the current toothy smile he used to give you although there seems to be something unhinged from it. His eyes seem to contribute most of it, you guess. You shouldn't have left that day maybe? Maybe that way he'll help you out right now?

"Don't look at me like that sis~ I'm just guessing given how you don't look like someone who indulges yourself in gambling"

You look away from Childe. Perhaps you should have played with the other students when you have the money and chance to? Even if you have the money right now, who can guarantee they won't use this Mitten tag? You grip your tag tightly, knuckles turning white at the thought of how low you've fallen. Should you ask him to help you? You two have a good history after all...

"Ajax... I..."

"Hmmm~?"

Childe cocks his head to the side, his eyes never leaving yours. Should you really ask for his help? To someone who has grudges against you? You shake your head before bowing down to him, muttering a small apology before walking away from him. Something feels wrong and you're not going to take any risks by involving yourself with a member of the student council.

----

You are currently hiding in one of the academy's most hidden and unattended spots. This garden has always been empty which makes it a perfect spot for you to hide from everyone. Maybe you'll survive in your school days by hiding away from people? The debts increase with each funds collection and game the students proposed to you forcefully to the point that a life schedule has been given to you.

You dare not read the life schedule. You wonder what kind of disturbing things are written inside. You've heard from people how their life schedule has trampled down every aspect of their life. And now, you are one of them.

You sob to yourself, hiding your face from the sun ray as you ponder what you should do now. To follow all that is written in the life schedule or to find a way out now even if it'll only throw you down into another rabbit hole.

"It's not rare for the life schedule to ask you to become a prostitute even if your face is mid-good you know~"

You jump up from the voice. A familiar voice with a hint of... playfulness? You look up and find the source, Childe. You shake your head in disbelief, you know that the schedule probably asks you to become one even if it's not directly stated. The last sugar-coated statement it'll give you would be a 'marriage' with someone who'll gladly wash away your debts in exchange for you.

Childe smiles at you before patting your head while giving you words of reassurance, contrary to you, his hand is warm with affection but you can feel him shaking a bit just like you. You look up at him and shoot him a questioning look,

"Ajax, why are you shaking?"

Childe was startled for a while before bursting into laughter, saying how random and straightforward you are as a person. You couldn't comprehend what he means and only look away with red washing your face. Are you not supposed to ask him why?

Childe looks at your curling form, as round and small as a hamster. How does it feel to hold you up like a hamster? To place you inside a cage and provide everything you need. An adorable and comfortable cage home, endless stock of food and water, countless toys for you to play with and-

"Ajax, I feel like things would be better if I disappear right now..."

Childe's eyes widen at your statement. This is bad. You can just disappear without a worry in this world because you are an orphan, no one is bound with you and no one is dragged down with you. If only there was still someone who's somehow related to you then you'll have to think twice about everything. But your only supposedly family had been left rotten under the snow.

"Hey hey, come one now. What will be left of me if you were to disappear?"

You look up at him again, his eyes are empty as usual although this time hints of fear and anger are evident in his eyes. But why? You shift your gaze to the sky, engraving the beauty into your memories. Maybe you'll jump down facing toward the sky instead of drinking some candies?

"I won't allow that"

Oh, did you say it out loud? Childe's face looks so much in pain now. Do you matter to him that much to the point he's really upset with you? Childe crouches in front of you, his form blocking the view of the sky. With a shaky hand, he cups your face gently, his thumb circling your cheek as though trying to calm you down.

"I'll help you out"

He'll help you out? He'll save you? Childe takes the life schedule and keeps it inside his blazer while muttering out endless reassurance for you.

"While I can't just sweep your debts away, I can... show to everyone that you are in fact, mine"

"But... how?"

Childe smiles at you again, his eyes glinting in excitement this time.

----

The collar is not tight but it's not loose as well. With every move you make, the chains will dangle as Childe holds the leash with pride. On the other hand, you are trying your best to cover your face with your hair, is this supposed to be a way to save you or humiliate you? Your hands gripping the hem of your skirt tightly, your lip bleeding from the amount of strength you've bitten it.

Is this the right thing to do? Childe did say something about showing them who you belong to will scare the other students from toying with you. You figure that this is probably some kind of public announcement that you are his now although you are not sure if all the students really understand it. What would happen to those who didn't get the hint? Well, they are in fact out of a sudden, lost in a big game and a fido or mitten tag is on their neck now.

You look up toward Childe, his smile never leaving his face as he walks with you in pride.

----

"I demand... a public match... with you!"

Your voice booms as you glare at Childe with your mitten tag in your hand. While Childe enjoys gambling, the last thing he could think of would be you demanding a public match with him. Don't get him wrong though, he loves the idea of gambling with you, in fact, he's actually aching for it. Will it be a game of luck, bluff, or skill?

But why so sudden?

He examines his surroundings, and there he sees familiar figures, Rosalyne and Zhongli. What are they planning? Doesn't matter, at least for now. Either way, he has to accept your request although feeling a bit bitter about the fact that you've been deceived by them to turn against him.

"Then shall we play like the old times, Sister?"

Childe's smile reaches his eyes for the first time.

----

"Ahh~ it's a shame you lost Sis~"

Childe's hands are on your tense shoulder while you shudder in disbelief. You lost? You lost despite cheating your whole way during the game? There's only 1 possibility for this and that is Childe figuring out the cheats earlier than you expected and using it on his own. And yet those student councils said-!

"Sister~ it's time for you to pay up"

Childe yanks your face toward him by your cheek while cooing at you. His finger occasionally taps your cheek as his eyes bore into yours. The grip on your face starts to feel painful with each second you leave him unanswered. It doesn't take long until Childe lets go of you and wrap the collar back on your neck, tugging you up with the chain leash. He tugs it strongly, strong enough to make you fall from your seat.

"Doesn't matter, I'll still be the one who sweeps your debts away anyway"

You look up at him from the floor with a puzzled look on your face. What did he just say?

"Ah, right"

Childe takes a book out of his blazer, your... life schedule? Childe crouches down at your eye level as he opens the first few pages of the book before placing it in front of your face, allowing you to read it for the first time.

You should have read it that day.

"Do you understand it now, Sister? The moment you failed to pay, the moment I saw you, the moment you stepped into this academy, your whole life is all mine to claim and plan already~"

For the first time, the chains on your collar feel way too heavy for you.

----

You've lost your mitten tag but the collar remains there. You are not sure if it's actually to warn people or to just show people off that you, in fact, are claimed already. You scoff to yourself, it's definitely the second. Who in their sane mind doesn't know about your public match with him and how you lost terribly. How you lost everything the moment you stepped into this academy. The public match was nothing but just a pastime for him.

The life schedule contents, on the other hand, are filled with Childe's names, from the beginning until the end.

Marriage, career, children, preferences, everything. Should you be grateful that the person you've been sold to is Childe himself and not someone else? The person who you'll spend the rest of your life would be him. The person who you'll share your bed with is him. The person who you'll create a family with would be him despite not wanting one. The person who your children will call father would be him. Him. Him. Him. You bring your hand to your mouth, your throat and guts itching for vomit. Your little Ajax has tricked you.

----

(NSFW, MDNI *doubt*)

"They tricked you into having a public match with me"

He tricked you, not them.

"And you just agreed with it"

Why wouldn't you when you finally learn about how he's the one who has been pulling all the strings?

"They are pulling strings behind my back"

He is pulling strings behind your back, reducing you into nothing but a puppet.

"They are targetting the president by making the housepets gamble with all the student councils at the same time"

And they failed, horribly.

"Signora was not a part of it so there's nothing I can do about her"

The woman who whispers endless encouragement for you to take him.

"But Zhongli... I have to be certain to blow him fatally. For going against the president despite being a member of the student council..."

Childe leans toward you, his face barely away from yours before he licks your lip.

"And for making my beloved Sister go against me"

That is your last straw before you slap him, his face thrown to the other side, savoring every moment of the pain on his cheek.

"I'm not... your Sister... nor your friend!"

You yell at him hysterically. Childe only chuckles at you before making his advances on you, his lips crashing with yours. You try your best to not give in and open up but the way Childe nibbles with your lip and how his hands travel all across your body makes you give in to him in the end. In the end, you give in and let him in, savoring every inch of your mouth as his hands work with your uniform. No matter how many times you hit his chest, pull his hair, kicking him, he won't budge. Instead, he takes pleasure in having you struggling under him. His hands travel down to your skirt, caressing your thigh in a circular motion before cupping your heat. You know where this is going and your tears start to flow down from your eyes as you shake your head while begging him to stop.

"Mmh, not gonna. If you are no longer my Sister nor my friend then that'll only mean one thing, you are my pet"

Childe tugs you by the collar before biting your exposed clavicle, littering it with bite marks.

"I doubt you are ready to abandon your pride to become my Sister again hm? If so then allow me to treat you like how I would to a pet"

Childe starts off easy and gentle, rubbing your clit over and over while he undresses you. You try your best to contain your moans, familiar but unfamiliar with the sensations. It doesn't take long for you to drench your panties and stocking, tempting Childe to rip it and put your panties aside. You gasp at Childe's finger entering you, familiarizing itself with your gummy walls.

"Mmh, so tight. Say, have you ever touched yourself pet?"

Coos Childe as another finger enters you, the stretch isn't as painful as you expected because Childe makes sure that you are wet enough for him to enter you. His tongue dances from your jaw toward your ear, nibbling it like how one would with candy. His fingers curl knuckles deep inside you, feeling something blocking him he knows what he has to do now.

"So it really is your first time..." he mumbles to himself before retreating his fingers. What you expected to be a break for you was cut short when he starts abusing your clit. He doesn't want your first time to be like this but he doesn't feel like leaving you unattended as well. You lean onto Childe's chest as his fingers move at a crazy speed, your stomach filled with butterflies while your moans slip out from your throat. Childe's cock twitches at how your hands hold him in place tightly as your support, he didn't expect you to abandon some of your pride and cling to him for a false sense of security. It only makes Childe even happier as his fingers now tease you in a circular motion while nipping your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks here and there.

"Toi.. toilet, toilet, Ajax, I-"

"Toilet hm? Ah, it's okay, just do it here. As an owner, I'll clean up your mess later hm? Aren't I a good owner?"

Childe finds it adorable how you are not aware of the fact that you are in fact squirting right now. He'll make sure to use this to his advantage before you finally know what's going on with you. Your eyes roll back as you moan out loudly, your toes curling while your hands never let go of Childe.

"Mmh, good girl good girl, you've done well hm? Look at all the mess you've done too"

You look down at the puddle below you, ashamed, you bury your face into his chest whether you like it or not. Childe slides his pants down, his boxer showing a huge bulge restrained under the fabric. Childe slides his boxer down and his cock springs out immediately, making you flinch at the sight. That, entering you? That large, veiny thing? You look at Childe in horror as you let go of him. Seeing this, Childe's hand yank your hands back and place it on his chest,

"We won't, we won't~ I prefer doing it somewhere much more romantic although I can't help but show you what this little guy can do"

He starts by collecting the precum on the tip before spreading it all over his shaft. You try to look away but Childe's hand says otherwise, forcing you to watch him pump himself as his grip on your jaw tightens every time you try to look away from it or shut your eyes close. Every now and then, he'll kiss you or touch you again.

"Haah.. how do you think... this will enter you? Stretching you... ripping you apart from the inside... your blood... on me... on the bedsheet..."

Even when chasing his high, he still manages to make you squirm in embarrassment from all the details. His tip looks painfully red now while his thighs start to spasm. What surprises you is how Childe places your hand on top of his red tip as he strokes himself even faster. You try to pull away but his hand won't allow you to as he tightens his grip on your hand, making you cup his tip.

"Com- coming, coming- ah!"

And that's all you get as a warning before he spurts out all over your palm, his mouth wide open as his eyes and head roll back. Your face flushes red as he lets go of your hand, letting you observe how he has tainted your hand.

"Hehe, I'll make sure to book a room for us two soon, pet"

Right, you are no longer his Sister nor his friend. Until you are finally ready to abandon your pride, he'll be treating you like a pet. The collar and leash's chain serve as a reminder. A pet.

"I love you... ,______"

Another kiss to seal your fate.

(Yeah I'm using a Kakegurui Futago ref here)

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Grudge

"Where is Sister?"

Childe asked his mother. His mother only looked away from him while ushering him to sit down. Childe's eyes roam around the whole room, looking for you.

He couldn't find you.

"...her butler... came and took her away when you were missing"

Childe's heart dropped. You left him. You left him while he was trying his best to survive the abyss? You left him despite him begging for you to stay? He was only gone for 3 days and you couldn't even wait to properly bid farewell to him?

"The butler said that something urgent came up"

Is it truly that urgent to steal you away from him?

"That she is in danger..."

He was the one who's in danger and not you.

"That someone might... "

Kill you? As much as he hates you leaving him without any farewell, he'd rather have your butler killed instead of you.

And she was. As a result of it, you had to stand all by yourself without anyone guiding and protecting you anymore.

An orphan without anyone as your guardian.

Possible scenario

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OCs Note: Zili couldn't find you in this world after she was resurrected so yeah, you are pretty much an orphan without a guardian.

#yandere fatui #yandere childe #yandere childe x reader #childe x y/n #childe #childe x reader smut #childe x reader #childe smut #tartaglia #genshin kakegurui au #genshin x reader #fatui x reader #fatui #kakegurui au

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icypenguin · 6 months

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HEY GUYSSSIJHSIHSJOHS im finally uploading heehe ill upload for tomorrow and sunday too :D btw this will take place in modern au! reader is a female (sorry T-T) and i suppose its hurt/comfort so enjoyyy!

note: [f/a]: favourite animal

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prom was coming soon, everyone was excited ofcourse. you looked at lyney who was poking his lunch food. he looked lost in thoughts which is very odd. “hey lyney? you okay?” you tried talking to him but he didn’t budge. “lyneyyy?” you tried to call out for him again. but no response. “LYNEYYY!” he finally noticed your calling. “huh- oh” he looked at you with a straight face. “hey.. what’s wrong? you seem.. um idk, worried?” you looked at him with worried eyes. he’s never been like this before. “whaaat?! no way! ofcourse i’m not, i’m the brave and charming lyney!” he added a wink at the end. you chuckled at his response but then back to seriousness. “okay okay quit the joke, what’s wrong?” “nothing’s wrong y/n everything is fine!” he forced a smile on his face. you know you can’t really do anything else so you went with the flow.

“fine.. anyway, have you got someone in mind for prom?”. he placed a finger on his chin “mm i guess so…” a grin was added to his face. you didn’t know how to react, worried, glad, happy, sad, frustrated? “OOO who is ittt?!” you tried to act like you were excited but at the bottom of your heart, you were worried. your heart beated fast for him to say his answer. badum badum badum.. “hmmm… i can’t tell youuu! it’s a suprise ofcourse, just wait~” he winked again and now starting to eat his lunch.

you knew this was going to be his answer so you rolled your eyes and acted like you didn’t care. well, you didn’t want to look like you’re desperate for him because you think he’ll probably make fun of you anyway. well, the thought hurts you. “whatever i don’t care anyway” you tried acting cool and stuff. lyney hearing your response, it hurts him. he thought you’ll well- idk? beg for him to reveal the answer. but he’s not ready to say it anyway.

the bell rang, you both got ready to head to class again. “what do you have next?” you asked while you cleaned up your food. “bwiowogwe-“ “what?” you looked at him, his mouth was full of food. he looked like a chipmunk with nuts full in its mouth. you giggled at him, he always got his ways to make you laugh. “lyney! what do you think you’re doing?” you chuckle again. he tried to chew his food down but ofcourse it was tough so he mixed it with some water (idk if u think thats gross or what but u understand right? thats lyney).

after 3 minutes he finally swallowed all of the food in his mouth. “i have biology next” he answered like nothing happened. you chuckled again and smiled “great! we have the same class. now let’s hurry up!” you both quickly ran into the classroom because you were already late 5 minutes.

there you finally arrived and as you open the door, all eyes were on you both. “lyney, y/n, why are you both late? and together?” miss clorinde crossed her arms as she looked at you both. you looked at eachother blushing a bit. “my foot got stuck and y/n had to help me” lyney covered it up confidently. you went with the flow because is they know the truth its well- silly. “alright, if you’re both late again i’ll make you stand on one leg at the front” she declared, then she made a hand sign for you to sit on your desk.

there’s no desk side-by-side thats empty so you decided to sit next to lynette at the corner. lyney sat next to lumine at the middle. through the class, you kept looking at lyney and lumine as they both were passing notes. now, you’re sure he’s asking her out for prom.

the bell rang and you packed your bags. when you looked around, lyney was already gone. ‘oh he’s probably already with lumine’ you thought. but you noticed that he left his notebook in his desk. you searched for him and spotted him in the school garden… with lumine. he was holding a bouquet and a [f/a] plushie in his other hand. you knew he knows your favourite animal, but why give it to lumine? was he playing with you this whole time? was he just using you? the passing notes made sense then.

tears were starting to form in your eyes. you couldn’t hold it anymore and ran to your dorm. you didn’t care whoever was seeing you. your heart was broken. you went to your dorm and huddled up on your bed, letting all the tears out. you looked to the frame on your bedroom with a picture of you and lyney at a carnival together. you threw the picture on the carpet and cried silently. after some minutes lynette, your dorm mate, came in, “y/n?” she knocked on your door. “w-what?!” you continued crying. you didn’t care if lynette sees you crying, she’s been your bestfriend since you were a kid.

lynette opens the door to your room carefully and saw you huddled up on the bed. “oh y/n.. what happened?” she asked you in a worried tone. “i-i saw lyney asking lumine to prom! i mean.. what was i thinking? it’s obvious that lumine is better, smarter, prettier, sweeter, nicer, lovelier-“ “y/n.” lynette looked at you with a straight look. “lyney is waiting for you” “well- he probably wants to talk to me about lumine accepting him” you choked out a sob. “no.. no he doesn’t. please just see him okay?” she wiped the remaining tears from your face. you didn’t know what could possibly convince you to see him but a piece inside you told you to.

so you standed up, not caring if you look bad. and went to the door and as you open it, lyney is there holding the bouquet and the [f/a] plushie that he was holding infront of lumine. you were confused. “in a garden- wait y/n what’s wrong? have you been crying?” lyney got worried as he saw your puffy eyes. “what are you doing lyney? i saw you asking lumine out for prom..” tears were starting to form in your eyes again, and you hate it. they were starting to drop. “w-what y/n it’s not what it looks like. please dont cry” he tried to comfort you. “what do you like it’s not what it looks like?! you clearly asked lumine to prom and i bet she accepted you!” you were starting to cry again. “n-no wait hear me out! it was just a practice. the person i wanted to ask out to prom i-is you. i wanted to make eveyrhting perfect so i ddi a practice with lumine”. after hearing lyney, your tears stopped. “w-wait.. so you weren’t asking her out?” “no, ofcourse not, she likes that childe guy anyway- now may i do my thing?” you felt relieved to hear this.

you chuckled and nodded. “being clever as ever, sitting in a field with a bee. to the sweetest girl ever, will you go to prom with me?” he smirked at the end. you giggled at this and replied “ofcourse! ofcourse ofcourse ofcourse!” you hugged him vigorously and he gave you the bouquet and plushie. “aww you knew my fav animal!” you looked at the [f/a] plushie and the beautiful bouquet. “ofcourse, i’m a loyal one” he grinned. you blushed a bit and hugged him again. “you’re the best lyney” you gave him a supeise kiss on the cheek, now it was his turn to blush. lynette watching from afar, is delighted by the sight.

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thankyou sooo much for reading! im sorry if its too long hehe… ill post tomorrow and sunday as well. advices are accepted, thankyouuu!

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #lyney x reader #genshin lyney #lyney fluff #lyney x you #lyney x y/n

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joyfulfxckery · 2 years

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oooo you take requests... hmmm write me a thing... you know what I like since you read my stuff lolol

We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.

Prompt: #57

Pairing: Copia x gn!reader - I don't think any pronouns were used

Words: 931

Warnings: Fluff

I decided to use a prompt for this, I hope you like it <3

You've been standing in the hallway before a window as you watch the storm take its course and the rain falling like tears down the glass. You were just on your way to go check if Copia has had dinner yet. He left your shared room before dawn, with a kiss on your forehead, and has been working hard in his office all day since the Clergy has been giving him loads of paperwork which unfortunately takes all of his extra time away from you. Taking one more glance at the storm clouds you walk away from the window and towards his office. The sight that greets you when you open his door is the same as the other times today; Copia is hunched over a pile of paperwork with his laptop on one side of his desk for emails. It looks like he hasn't straightened his back once.

He's too focused on work he doesn't notice you, even though you're not even trying to be quiet, until you're behind him and gently place your hands on his shoulders, "Merda empia!*" He jumps in his seat.

"It's just me, my love. I'm sorry to scare you." You lean in close to leave a light kiss on the corner of his mouth in apology and he places his gloved hand on one of yours while he calms down.

"Do not sneak up on me again, mia dolcezza*." He says with a huff that you have to stifle a giggle at. He turns in his chair to see me completely and you use it as a chance to keep his full attention on you by sitting on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you in place.

"My apologies love, but allow me to make it up to you and pull you away from your work." You say softly pushing loose hair out of his face.

"No no no, I still have a lot of paperwork to do." He turns his head to look back at his desk that holds the banes of both of your existence, you gently pull him back by softly cupping his face in your hands. By the look in your eyes, the big puppy dog eyes, he gives an already weak warning knowing he can never say no to your puppy eyes, "Amore*, no."

"Amore, yes." You playfully mimic, "Copia we've hardly spent any time together this week. My Papa deserves a break."

"Does he?" He's so close to giving in, you can see a sliver of strength holding on in his eyes. You nod and do more to convince him you go place your head in the crook of his neck, leaving a little kiss on the sweet spot on his neck as you go, "I miss my Papa."

His body relaxes into his chair and his arms hold you closer to him and mumbles, "He misses you too." Placing a kiss on your hair his accent is slightly thicker as he adds, "You have me for the night, what would you like to do."

You lift your head in thought, "Well it is dinner time we can go eat. Or we could go out in the rain, have a romantic kiss then go to our room and ask for a ghoul to bring our food as we cuddle."

Copia looks out the window like he didn't know it was raining which he probably didn't if he's been buried in work. "We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain?" He looks back towards you with a cute tilt of his head.

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, missing the feel of him this past week, "There haven't been any bolts." You mumble.

He sits still just holding you then pats your thigh, a silent signal for you to get up which you do then he follows and stretches his back out before taking a step out from his desk while offering you his hand. You take it with a smile watching as your hand fits perfectly in his. He walks out of his office with you in tow greeting members of his flock as you go, heading towards the entrance that leads out into the gardens. He pulls you out the door, out into the rain not having caring if his paint is going to start sliding down his face or if his robes are going to get wet because it's for you.

He walks with his arm around your waist keeping distance from trees and anything metal or electrical out into the middle of the grassy field. Keeping his arm around your waist he takes your hand in his pulling you against him and starts slow dancing while quietly singing "Life Eternal". Looking up to find those mismatched eyes watching intently with his paint quickly running off his face, his hair wet and curly with some strands of his bangs falling on his face. You're breath catches, "So handsome."

Smiling down at you as he's still singing and when after he sings "Can you feel me longing for you forever and ever?" he lifts your chin and places his lips upon yours, letting go of your hand to grip the back of your head keeping you there as your lips mould together like the perfect puzzle pieces, only pulling apart when air is needed he still doesn't go far as he rests his forehead against yours. "You're right, beautiful, this is romantic."

Merda empia! - Unholy shit!

mia dolcezza - my sweetie

Amore - Love

Feedback is greatly appreciated ♡

#papa emeritus iv #papa iv #papa 4 #papa copia #cardinal copia #copia #the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost band #ghost bc #papa iv x reader #copia x reader

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justwearthegoddamncardigan · 1 year

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Invisible string

Thomas x fem!reader

Starts pre-tmr and continues through basically the entire plot (movieverse) *but I did take a quick note from the books in how Thomas and Teresa are the Elites of Group A, and Rachel and Aris are the Elites of Group B

Notes: self indulgent songfic, switching povs, constant time skips, super long (4.8k)

Summary (important): soulmate au where you get flashes of what your sm is experiencing from one of their senses. Side note: you get more visions as you get closer to your sm

Warnings: canon typical violence, language (Glader slang and normal swearing)

[ Green was the colour of the grass ]

Thomas leans back, watching the screens with a small frown as Teresa types something out on a keyboard beside him.

You were sent into the Maze that month, and Thomas has mainly been monitoring you as he usually does with the newest Greenie. He prefers to keep an eye on them and see how they're settling in.

Suddenly, he feels a tug in his chest and his vision whites out. As he blinks, he sees a large grass plain. Tall walls come into focus too, as well as little farming areas.

As quickly as the vision comes on, it fades away, and he's in the monitoring room once again.

"Thomas!" Teresa taps his shoulder repeatedly, a concerned look on her face. "What's wrong?"

Thomas gives himself a shake and takes a breath. "I think... I think I just had a soulmate vision."

"What?" she gasps, incredulous. "What was it?"

"It was with sight; I saw grass... Bright green grass. It was the Glade," he tells her, shell-shocked as he gestures to the screens.

"Oh my god," she whispers. "Your soulmate is in there."

"Holy shit," breathes Thomas, spinning towards the screens.

He moves quickly, hands shaking as he pulls up the full list of Gladers. Subjects A1-A21 are in the Maze right now.

"Is it Y/n?" Teresa asks, eyes wide. You're the only girl in the Maze right now, so she automatically picks you out.

"Well I-" Thomas fumbles for the words. "I actually, um... it doesn't really make a difference for me. The fact that she's the only girl, I mean. I- I'm bi."

"Ohh," Teresa's confused expression clears she understands.

"Yeah..." Thomas runs a hand through his hair, biting his lip as he flicks a worried glance at Teresa.

"Well, that makes it harder for you then," she flops down in a chair, casually scrolling through the list of all boys’ names, except for yours.

Thomas exhales in relief, sending Teresa a small smile, which she returns, squeezing his arm in comfort.

"Did you see a specific part of the Glade? Maybe we can refine the possibilities," she says, finger twisting a piece of hair as she thinks.

"No, I mainly just saw the grass."

"Well that rules out Minho I guess." Teresa points to a screen showing Minho running through the Maze.

"Pity," Thomas responds without thinking.

Teresa snorts, "Yeah, it is."

"Oh, I did see the gardens. Maybe it's one of the Track-hoes, or Gardeners," Thomas suggests.

"Hmmm, but anyone could see the gardens. Look, Gally's building something right there, and Frypan's out grabbing ingredients."

Teresa laughs as Thomas wrinkles his nose at the mention of Gally.

"I mean, hey. You're still luckier than the rest of us," says Teresa, expression wistful.

These days most people just assume that their soulmate is dead; it's unlikely that your perfect person would just happen to be in one of the few safe places in the world.

At one of their meetings with the Group B Elites, Rachel had mentioned hearing terrifying Crank noises in a soulmate vision once years ago, and never heard anything from her soulmate again.

Privately Thomas thought she was lucky to have gotten hearing only, rather than sight or touch given the circumstances.

"I don't know... we'll see," Thomas replies worriedly. "The Maze isn't exactly safe either."

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[ You ate at my favourite spot for dinner ]

Months later, both Thomas and Teresa have been brought up into the Maze. Unbeknownst to you, the Box had contained your soulmate that month.

But, you've never had a soulmate vision, and to be honest you don't really think about it at all.

You're simply impressed at the new Greenie, admiring his guts as he relentlessly pesters Minho, dead set on becoming a Runner.

You're not a Runner yourself, but most of your friends are in that group, like Minho, Ben, and Newt.

When Newt brings Thomas to your group for dinner, you immediately connect with him. You didn't get to talk to him on his first night, so you're pleasantly surprised to find that he's fun and easy to talk to.

One day, you're in the Runners' hut chatting with Minho. Runners have different schedules to the rest of the Glade, and usually end up eating late lunches since their morning runs finish a little later.

As such, you try to schedule your own work with Minho or Ben's runs, so they don't have to eat alone. Most of the Glade is eating lunch right now, while you wait for Minho to finish adding to the map of the Maze.

Suddenly, you feel a tug in your chest and your vision whites out. Even as you try to blink and clear your vision, you don't see anything. You get a weird feeling and start to... taste Frypan's stew? You're confused as you can sense the distinct flavour of the stew, but feel nothing in your mouth.

The taste then disappears and colour bleeds back in as your vision returns.

"Y/n! Hello? Earth to Y/n!" Minho is waving his hand in front of your face. "What the shuck..."

You come back to yourself with a jolt and a gasp.

"Mother- What the hell was that? I thought you were having a seizure or something!" exclaims Minho.

"It was a soulmate vision," you say shakily.

"Oh shuck. What was it?"

"What was what?" It's Ben, coming in from his shower.

"Y/n had a soulmate vision!"

"Shucking- keep it down!" you hiss.

"Well, what did you see?" asks Ben.

"I didn't see anything, it was a taste one," you tell them.

"Gross." Minho scrunches up his face.

"It was Frypan's stew."

"Hold on... OH," Ben realises.

"What?" says Minho.

"It was Frypan's stew," you repeat. "Which means my soulmate is here, in the Glade."

"Holy... shuck."

"It could be anyone though," you look out the window to where almost the entire Glade is just finishing lunch right now.

"Don't worry, we'll find them," promises Ben.

⭒----⭒

[ Bad was the blood of the song in the cab ]

You turn in a circle, staring partly in wonder and partly in horror at the destroyed city around you.

You and the remaining survivors have split up and are scavenging for supplies in the crumbled buildings, which provide shade in the sun of the Scorch.

"Hey Y/n, Thomas, check this out." Minho shifts a piece of debris aside to reveal a dented safe, with the door partially smashed in. He opens it and the three of you peer in curiously.

"It's just jewellery," sighs Minho.

"Just jewellery?" you and Thomas say in unison. He grins at you as he sticks a hand in to pull out a necklace.

"Look at all those diamonds!" he exclaims.

"And check out this gold," you add, lifting out some large earrings.

"Like crows, the both of you," says Minho, rolling his eyes and moving to look at other things.

"Here," says Thomas, holding out a dainty gold ring with a small emerald resting on it.

You take it with a smile and slide it onto your finger. "Thanks."

"Now, you pick something for me."

You grin as you carefully sort through the contents of the safe.

"Well, this looks perfect," you say, holding up a massive elaborate brooch, studded with diamonds and sapphires and rubies as you struggle to maintain a straight face.

"Ah, lovely," he snorts as you toss the brooch back in the safe.

You dig around and find a ring similar to yours, but with intricate engravings instead of a stone.

"Must've been some rich people living 'round here," he comments. "Oh hey, thanks." He takes the ring from you.

"Woah." You walk over to where Minho is, leaving Thomas with the safe.

"What is it?" you ask when you reach him.

Minho gestures to a case of guns. The glass is smashed in, and the wall the case is mounted on has mostly disintegrated, but the guns are intact.

"Hey, guys, I'm going over to see what Newt's got." You hear Thomas' call from the other room.

"Okay!" you call back, continuing to sort through the weapons with Minho.

"Hey they have knives too," he says excitedly.

Suddenly, you feel a familiar tug in your chest and your vision whites out. You hear a song playing, and you focus on the sound.

'Cause baby, now we got bad blood You know it used to be mad love So take a look what you've done 'Cause baby, now we got bad blood (hey!)

As your other senses return you feel Minho's hand on your shoulder.

"Y/n! What happened? Did you have another soulmate vision?"

"I- yeah." You'd assumed your soulmate was dead after the bloodbath that happened when you escaped the Maze. But apparently they’re still alive, and the options are narrowed down to the small group you’ve got.

“Minho! Y/n! Get over here!” Thomas’ excited call rings out from the other room.

“What was it this time?” whispers Minho as you walk to the others.

“Hearing vision, it was a song,” you reply quietly.

“Check it out!” exclaims Frypan as the two of you enter. “We found a record player.”

You step closer to observe the album cover. “Does it work?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yep, play it again Fry,” says Thomas.

When it plays, you hear the same song from earlier, confirming your thoughts. Your soulmate is right here.

“Pretty cool, huh?” comments Aris.

“Yeah…” says Minho distractedly, looking at you with a worried expression.

He catches up to you later, and the two of you walk at the back of the group, out of earshot of the others.

“So,” he starts. “Aris, Thomas, Frypan, or Newt.”

You nod. “But I don’t think Newt even…” you gesture vaguely. “Girls, you know? It’s one of the first three,” you say.

“Isn’t there some kind of special feeling? You seriously can’t tell even when it’s narrowed down to three people?” asks Minho.

Honestly, you’ve thought it’s Thomas for a while. It’s just- none of your visions have been absolutely focused on one person, and you’re a little worried that maybe you just have a crush on Thomas, and your real soulmate actually isn’t him. You can’t imagine how much that would hurt both Thomas and the real soulmate.

You can already see it; confessing your feelings for Thomas, having an awkward rejection, and then having Frypan or Aris walk up to you, deeply hurt by the fact that their soulmate liked someone else even when they were right there.

It’s just best not to touch the issue right now.

You can still discuss it with your friend, though.

“I mean, I’ve kinda liked Thomas for a bit,” you admit to Minho.

“Yeah? I could totally see that happening,” he says.

“Really?”

“ ‘course. Even back in the Glade, you guys were always… I don’t know. There was something happening between the two of you. Always whispering and giggling to each other. You looked like dumb shanks when you did that, by the way.”

You roll your eyes fondly.

Minho was right; there was always just… something, with Thomas.

At the start, it was just intrigue, which is normal with the arrival of a new Greenie. Then it became admiration for how determined he was to become a Runner. After that, it became a close, friendly bond, which has now evolved into you developing a crush. Great.

Oh, and you might be soulmates.

“You know, he used to change his lunch breaks for you too, Y/n,” says Minho.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“I mean, I know you were always moving things around so you could have lunch with Ben and I, and we were all just friends.

“But Thomas would do the same for you, and only for you. Hell, he’d always ask for afternoon runs. Do you know how bad those are, especially after lunch? But no, he’d prefer to get a stitch during every run, rather than to miss lunch with you.”

“Oh, that’s… sweet of him,” you say, ducking your head to hide your smile.

Minho rolls his eyes. “Stupid shanks, the both of you. I bet he’s having a soulmate vision of this conversation now, and you’re just both too scared to bring it up to each other.”

“I’m not scared!” you insist.

“Oh yeah? Then go talk to him,” challenges Minho, jerking his chin ahead at Thomas’ back.

“He’s- he’s got a lot on his plate at the moment,” you say. “We all do.”

“And,” you continue, “I want to be completely sure before I go and ask about it.”

“Sure,” replies Minho.

⭒----⭒

[ Cold was the steel of my axe to grind ]

Thomas has been having soulmate visions, there’s no doubt there.

It’s always the same. Tug in his chest, vision goes white.

So far, he’s heard the snoring of Gladers at night, and smelled the soap and stagnant water from the showers (that one had been hard to place; he had to think about the faint scent for hours until he realised what it was).

But, all of his visions have been super vague. In the Glade, he had no clue who they were, and now he doesn’t even know if they’re alive, cause he hasn’t had a vision since escaping.

Right now though, he’s mainly focused on keeping his friends alive. They’ve just found the Right Arm, and he goes to check on Teresa.

She’s been acting weird all day, and is now just standing ominously on a cliff side, so he wants to make sure everything’s alright.

His stomach drops out when he realises what she’s done, and soon hell is raining down as WCKD arrives and starts shooting.

“Where’s Y/n?” he shouts as Newt and Minho gather behind Vince to join in the fight.

“I don’t know!” Minho shouts back over the gunfire and screaming. “Last I saw her she was going back to check the medical tent.”

“Shit,” says Thomas. Said medical tent is now on fire, so she must’ve gotten out. She definitely got out, he tells himself.

They start to lose the fight, and WCKD officers start tying up members of the Right Arm, including Aris and Sonya.

Thomas knows he’s lost when Janson shoots Mary.

Fuck it. Thomas isn’t letting anymore good fighters be taken by WCKD.

And, he sure as hell isn’t going back himself; he’ll die before he does. And it might come to that.

“Stand back!” he yells, waving a control with the bomb trigger on it. “Get away!”

“Let ‘em all go!” he demands, the control held aloft like a weapon.

His feels his friends move to stand behind him in solidarity. They’re all going out together. He falters for a second as he wonders where you are.

“Don’t do this,” pleads Teresa. He ignores her.

“We’re with you.”

“Do it Thomas.”

“We’re ready.”

At his friends’ support, Thomas squeezes his eyes closed and touches the trigger.

“Thomas, I don’t think you want to do that.” It’s Janson.

A WCKD officer steps aside to reveal the Ratman himself, holding a knife to your neck.

Thomas feels a tug in his chest, and his vision whites out. His first thought is not now, until he feels cold metal and a slight pressure on his throat.

It’s a quick vision, and he comes back to himself after just a few seconds, but it’s long enough that he ends up staring at you, a devastated expression fixed on his face.

It’s okay, you mouth at him. But you don’t know what he’s just realised.

Thomas’ finger stills above the button. He can’t do it, not with you right there about to be killed or captured.

Before he can think, a huge car crashes through WCKD’s forces, Jorge at the wheel.

Thomas and his friends kick into motion, moving out of the way of Jorge’s truck, and Thomas turns quickly to watch you spin away from the WCKD guard, stealing their knife and running off.

He grabs you and runs, but the whole group is helpless when Minho is shot.

“Get her out!” orders Janson, directing WCKD guards to protect Ava.

Before you know it, WCKD decides to leave with what they’ve got, and they fly away on their Bergs with prisoners in tow.

Thomas stands frozen in the desolate area. He looks away as silent tears roll down your face at the loss of Minho.

“Pack up what we’ve got,” says Vince in what can almost pass as an unshaken tone.

By sunrise, Thomas has decided: he needs to rescue Minho.

He gives his speech, and soon he’s got a bunch of allies on his side.

His heart skips as he meets your eyes, and despite everything that just went down he’s still reeling from the realisation that it’s you. You’re his soulmate.

“Nice speech,” you say, approaching him with an encouraging smile.

Thomas doesn’t reply, and instead pulls you into a hug. You make a soft surprised noise, but lean into him. He’s breathing shakily as he presses a kiss to your temple and rests his forehead on yours, eyes closed.

“Thomas, what-” Thomas ignores your confused words and tightens his arms around you.

After pulling away, he swipes tears from his face with the back of his hand, before leaning into you again, this time bending so his head rests on your shoulder.

He leans back again, gently touching your cheek with his hand. He watches your eyes shine, the colour brightened by the sunrise glow. Your hand comes up to loosely hold his wrist.

“Okay.” His voice is scratchy when he finally steps back.

“Are you alright?” you hold onto his hand, brow furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, sorry.” He runs a hand through his hair and gives you a casual grin, like nothing happened.

⭒----⭒

“Newt.”

You’ve travelled for a while now, and the group has stopped to set up camp for the night.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You pull Newt aside to talk.

“Is Thomas okay? He was acting weird this morning.”

Newt sighs. “I mean, I don’t think any of us are alright really. I haven’t heard anything from Thomas specifically.”

“Okay.” You comb a hand through your hair, frowning. “Never mind, it’s alright.”

“You sure?”

“Yep, don’t worry.”

⭒----⭒

[ Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine ]

“Just leave me.”

“No, keep moving,” you snap, terrified at the hopeless way your friend speaks. There’s no way you’re abandoning him.

You wince, gritting your teeth as your shoulder jostles against the wall.

That fucker Janson had shot you in the arm as you jumped from the building.

“Minho, you can go. Run and get the serum.” It’s Thomas.

“He’s right,” says Gally. “I can cover.”

“Y/n, go with them.”

“Are you kidding? There’s no way I’m leaving you.”

“Y/n, we don’t have time for this.” Thomas scrubs a hand down his face. “You’re losing too much blood.”

You groan, knowing he’s right. “Fine.” You stand abruptly and start moving in the other direction, but then you stop and turn.

You run back and throw your good arm around Thomas. “Be careful,” you whisper.

He nods, and you turn your attention to Newt. “Hey, stay with us okay? I need to see you at the end of this. Promise me we’ll see each other again.”

Newt’s eyes take a moment to focus on you. “I promise.”

You, Gally, and Minho start off towards the Berg where Brenda has the cure.

You move as quickly as you can, with one hand crossed over your body and protecting your shoulder.

You’re almost there when you skid to a stop abruptly, feeling a tugging sensation in your chest. “Wait, Min-” your vision whites out.

You try to focus each of your senses, but you can’t hear or see anything. Smell and taste aren’t happening either.

You’re starting to get confused when suddenly you feel a blinding pain in your chest, near your heart. You try to scream, but there's no sound.

You come out of the vision panting and shaking, and Minho's panicked shouts and Gally's concerned hovering return in a rush.

"I- I'm okay," you say, steadying your wavering voice.

Minho crouches in front of you as you melt to the floor, your legs giving out.

"Vision?" he asks.

You nod, eyes unfocused as you think. Where would the pain have come from?

Then you remember. Newt had a knife. Shit.

You stumble to your feet, grabbing onto Gally's arm for support.

"Thomas- I need... I've got to get back to Thomas," you say, still reeling from the vision.

You blink fast and shake yourself to clear your head. "First aid kit, over there. Help me get it," you tell Gally.

"Shucking... okay, fine."

When he returns, you grab bandages out and thrust them towards Minho. "Quick, Thomas is running out of time. Help me do it."

After a moment's hesitation, Minho wraps your wound tightly, temporarily stopping the bleeding.

"Okay, you two run and get the cure. I'm going back to help Thomas."

Your tone leaves no room for debate, and you turn and run back to where Thomas was last.

You steel yourself for the fight as you run. As Teresa's voice comes over the announcement system, you use her as an energy source to draw from. The rage at her betrayal propels you, and your pace increases.

You find them in an empty station, a gun forgotten on the floor and a knife clutched in Newt's fist.

"Thomas!" you shout, running in.

Between the two of you, you manage to hold off a Cranked-out Newt. You work together to get the knife away, and duck away when he lashes out.

"Thomas! Y/n!" you can hear Minho yelling from nearby.

"Over here!"

Brenda sprints in with the cure. "Help me hold him down."

You each grab one of Newt's flailing limbs until Brenda can inject the cure, and sigh in relief as the black veins start to recede.

"The cure is only temporary," says Thomas, straight to the point.

You meet his eyes. "We have to go to Teresa."

You turn to the others; Minho, Brenda, Gally, and Frypan. "You guys help Newt get out. Get to the Berg. We'll bring the cure."

You see Thomas hesitate in the corner of your eye as he opens his mouth to object to you coming with him.

You stare him down until he tosses his hands in the air. "Fine," he huffs.

When you get back to WCKD, you watch Janson kill Ava Paige.

Then Thomas watches you kill Janson with a swift, clean bullet to the heart.

When the Ratman falls, Thomas looks at you in surprise for just a second, then follows you as you stalk towards the elevators.

You find Teresa and give her a sample of Thomas' blood.

You hold your gun up again when she doesn't start making the cure at first.

When she's synthesised 10 vials of the cure, you walk out with Thomas. “Let’s get out of here.”

He doesn't even look back at Teresa, and neither do you.

⭒----⭒

"How'd you know to come back for me earlier?" asks Thomas once you've gotten on the Berg. “...you knew I was injured.”

You stay silent for a bit, gently cleaning his stab wound with a washcloth.

He lifts his hand, wrapping his fingers around your wrist. "Y/n," he prompts quietly.

You pull your hand away, dropping the washcloth.

You give him a look.

You know he knows the answer. He knows you had a soulmate vision, just like you eventually realised that his weird behaviour that night when WCKD attacked the Right Arm was due to his own visions.

You both know you're soulmates. And you both know the other knows it too.

He reaches out and runs his fingers through your hair, before lowering his hand to cup your cheek.

You flick yours eyes up to his before pulling back slowly, returning to your medical kit and tending to his wound.

"Y/n," he whispers again.

"Not now," you say softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze and hoping he gets what you mean.

Now isn't the time to address being soulmates. It's not the place for anything even remotely romance-related. You just- you need to get out. Get away from WCKD, before you can move on to... this.

He nods, eyes full of understanding.

You sit in peaceful silence, simple enjoying each others' company until Minho barges in and insists you come out to see the view.

You lace your fingers with Thomas' as you look out over the Safe Haven, a gorgeous coastal village stretching out below you.

It feels like a home.

⭒----⭒

”Oi! Let’s get going, Vince said meet at sundown.” Newt bangs on your hut door front be outside.

“The sun isn’t even fully set yet!” You yell back. “You go first, we’ll meet you there.”

“Slinthead,” you mutter.

Thomas snorts from his position on your bed, leisurely stretched out and lying on his back with his head near the foot of the bed.

You bend to pick up the fallen cards from the game you were just playing. As you organise them, your gaze wanders towards Thomas.

He tilts his head back over the bed so he’s looking at you upside down. That can’t be good for his neck, you think.

“What?” he grins at you as he flops back over.

“Nothing,” you say, turning away with a smile.

He gets of the bed and walks up to where you’re standing by the door. “Are we going…?”

You consider him for a moment, looking up at his face. Then you rise slightly up on your toes and press a kiss on his lips.

You pull back to see his reaction.

He blinks a few times. Then his face breaks into a wide grin. “I wasn’t ready that time, we have to go again.”

You lean up and give him another quick kiss on the lips before pulling away again.

He gives you an unimpressed look. “Y/n…” you laugh at his whine and kiss him for real this time.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he tugs you in by the waist, sealing his lips against yours.

Your movements are sloppy and inexperienced, and you giggle into his mouth as your noses get in the way.

You can feel him smiling against your lips too, and you tilt your head to help fit together better.

You both start to pick it up a bit more, and you gasp softly as his tongue probes experimentally at the seam of your lips.

He leans away, an apology already in motion, but you pull him back and try dipping your own tongue in.

You move unintentionally and end up with your back against the door.

There’s a thump noise when your back hits the door, and you hear footsteps stall outside.

“Hey, guys are you coming to the meeting?” It’s Gally.

“Shuck, man do you think they’re doing it?” Minho’s voice sounds a little further away.

Thomas leans on the door with you, groaning in embarrassment.

“Fuck I think Thomas just moaned,” says Minho.

“Move, move. Leaving now.” You hear Gally ushering Minho away.

As their footsteps recede, you and Thomas stare at each other for a few seconds.

Then you collapse into laughter on the floor, doubling over when you see Thomas’ face.

“Okay. Okay. Shuck. Are we presentable?” you ask, pulling yourself together.

“Shuck no, your lips are so red.” His embarrassed smile turns into a smirk, and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever, let’s just go. It’s not like everyone doesn’t already know,”

While everyone does know, you do get hell a lot of teasing comments and amused glances that night.

⭒----⭒

[ Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies ]

There’s a familiar tugging sensation in your chest, followed by your vision whiting out.

“Hey, you picked a good day dude the sunset looks shuckin’ gorgeous.”

“Wait, shuck. Minho where’s the goddamn food.”

“I don’t know! Ask Frypan.”

“Newt, a little help here?”

“No way man, you got yourself into this. Besides, it doesn’t even matter; she’s gonna love it no matter what.”

“Yeah, but I want it to be perfect.”

You duck your head, smiling as you come out of the vision.

There have been many strolls on the beach and make out sessions (you’re both getting really good). But, this is your first actual date with Thomas.

The sky is starting to fracture into pieces of blue and purple. “Brenda! Help me get ready for my date,” you call.

“You know I’m just gonna make fun of Thomas and judge your clothing choices, right?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect. Let’s go.”

Wow. This fic had no business being as long as it ended up. Anyway

Something I noticed is that I’ve been pretty sympathetic to Teresa I my writing, or at least in aitd. But not here! 👏👏 Not really a big thing just something I found.

Thank you for reading 😊

Requests are open!

#the maze runner #tmr thomas #thomas x you #thomas x reader #tmr thomas x reader #my writing

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aduckwithears · 7 months

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I just read this awesome meta from @queerfables about Aziraphale's bookshop being the Garden of Eden in season 2, and oh wow!! There are so many ways to interpret the season using this context - here's a take on Aziraphale and Crowley and the final fifteen. (tldr - They are both Eve)

In their Eden of a bookshop, they are safe - no one comes in without permission, Crowley can lose the sunglasses, they can do all the talking they want (blah, blah, blah), but there is still the unspoken subtext of their relationship. They both possess this knowledge but it is forbidden to speak of because it is, literally, Forbidden... but also because if spoken then something has to Change. (hmmm, Job minisode flashbacks anyone?)

Then we have the end of Ep 6. Gabriel and Beez leave the garden (to canoodle amongst the stars or whatever) as a parallel to Adam and Eve (again, covered so well by @queerfables)

But Aziraphale and Crowley? They both have parallels to Eve, and neither of them convinces the other to bite the apple.

Let's take Crowley first. In his case we have Maggie and Nina as the metaphorical serpents, arguing for revelation and acknowledgment. They only approach Crowley about this - Eve in this scenario. The apple then is actually the confession itself - Crowley dropping all pretenses and offering Aziraphale the full scope of their relationship - kiss and all. The offer to be together, to leave the bookshop/everything if needed.

Now we have the other side of the coin - the Metatron and his coffee/apple of return to paradise, grace, and innocence. Of course this is a disingenuous offer, but it sure is a parallel to the apple of the humans. He really is the bad faith snake in the garden with an offer of power and restoration that reads (at least to Crowley) like an erasure of knowledge. He only approaches Aziraphale - Eve in this scenario. So Aziraphale makes the offer to Crowley (A's exact thoughts on the offer have and will continue to be debated of course), but in any scenario he is begging for Crowley to come with him, for them to be together.

They are both asking for the same thing (to be together) but in ways that are mutually exclusive. So they both leave the bookshop... but not together. Different apples.

#this is just one interpretation obv #but it was fun to write #good omens s2 #good omens meta #good omens 2 #good omens #final fifteen #the bookshop as eden #gos2 #good omens spoilers #a duck talks

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟳

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback | 4:4 answer

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Clavis: "I'll tell you one thing. There is no such thing as coincidence in genius."

Clavis: "Some things are inevitable... he manipulates the situation as he sees fit, like pawns on a board."

Clavis: "That's why, Emma, when dealing with geniuses, you always question everything."

Clavis: "It's alright to be suspicious. If your mind gets tired, I'll do something about it, okay?"

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(If Clavis' advice is true, there is always a flip side to Prince Gilbert's kindness.)

Gilbert: "Okay, we're here."

Emma: "Thank you very much."

Prince Gilbert carries me to my room in a side hug and gently sets me down on the bed.

Getting used to it is a terrible thing, and at first I felt embarrassed and apologetic,

By the time I came to the room, the tension had completely dissipated.

(It may be that there weren't many eyes on us.)

(… That's why I'm caught.)

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Clavis: "Hmmm... you're really eager to hold Emma, aren't you?"

Gilbert: "It's a great way to show off our friendship."

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(I thought it was the same for me. I wondered if he was trying to show people around and isolate me more and more.)

(But I don't think it would have made sense because there were so few people we passed.)

And Prince Gilbert is the kind of person who doesn't do meaningless things.

Gilbert: "Little bunny."

(!?)

As I was pondering, Prince Gilbert peered into my face.

Suddenly, my vision filled up, and my heart skipped a beat.

I was somewhat embarrassed and looked away, but Prince Gilbert showed no sign of letting go of my face.

Emma: "… What is it?"

Gilbert: "Even though I'm right in front of you, it's like your mind is not here."

Gilbert: "Look at me?"

Emma: "… You're too close."

Gilbert: "Isn't this a great opportunity to look at my handsome face?"

(Oh, I'm aware of that.)

Gilbert: "I'm tempted to torment you if you're too defiant."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

When I returned my gaze with a sense of foreboding, Prince Gilbert laughed and pulled his face away from mine.

(...Hmm?)

Gilbert: "I'm going back then. You can kiss me goodnight if you want."

Emma: "No... would you like something to drink?"

Gilbert: "What, you want to keep me around?"

Emma: "You're... breathing a little erratically, aren't you?"

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Emma: "Your smile won't fool me."

When I got closer, I noticed that Prince Gilbert's breathing was slightly raspy.

(Carrying me from the garden to my room is a tremendous burden, if you think about it.)

I didn't pay much attention to it because Prince Gilbert seemed unconcerned, but it seems that the burden was still on him.

Gilbert: "...Ah, I can't hide it."

Prince Gilbert gave up and sighed and fell next to me.

Gilbert: "I thought I could do it because Miss Bunny was lighter than I expected..."

Gilbert: "I'm a little... low on stamina."

Emma: "...I'm surprised."

Gilbert: "I usually hide it well. It's my only weakness."

(Come to think of it...)

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Gilbert: "There's no way you can keep up with him."

Emma: "But—"

Gilbert: "I hate it. I don't want to run in vain."

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(He usually avoids doing anything that puts too much stress on his body.)

Emma: "Are you sure you can tell me that?"

Gilbert: "If you're going to be with me all the time, eventually you'll figure it out, won't you?"

Gilbert: "By the way, only a few people in my country know about it, and even fewer outside of the country."

Gilbert: "The little rabbit found out my weakness. I wonder what she will do to me, I'm scared." // "I just let the little bunny know my weakness. I wonder what she will do to me, I'm scared."

(No, I'm the one who's scared!)

Now that I know the weakness of the Prince of Obsidian, whom everyone fears, I can be eliminated.

(However, if you really don't want people to know, you should hide it better... right?)

I get up from the bed and pour a glass of drinking water provided in my room.

When I offered it to Prince Gilbert, he sat up and began to drink, gulping it down.

Emma: "Why did you carry me if you knew it would end like this?"

Emma: "You don't have to show off our closeness to anyone."

Gilbert: "Oh, you're asking?"

Gilbert: "You hid it from me, and I hid it from you."

Emma: "…!"

Prince Gilbert pulls my skirt up to my knees with one hand.

My bandaged leg couldn't be fooled.

(I wonder how long he's been aware of this... He doesn't miss even the slightest change in me.)

Gilbert: "If you hid your injuries from me, someone must have done it to you."

Gilbert: "It makes me want to kill someone who is so rude to put their hands on someone's prey."

Emma: "I was just careless! I wasn't facing forward as I was walking..."

Gilbert: "I see. I wonder how your leg got caught and fell down."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Ahaha, you can't hide anything from me. I'm a prince in a country where you have to be sensitive to lies to survive."

Emma: "… You're too tough."

Gilbert: "It's better to beg face to face than to lie."

Gilbert: "That way, I can still be there for you when you want me to be."

Emma: "Will you listen to me if I beg?"

Gilbert: "That depends on my mood."

Emma: "I'm in trouble."

Gilbert: "Let's talk about it, then. The only thing you can be hurt by are my bad intentions."

Prince Gilbert grabs my hand and makes me sit next to him.

Perhaps because of the strain on his body, his temperature is warmer than usual.

(As if…)

Emma: "It's as if you're really worried about me." // "...As if you are seriously worried about me."

Gilbert: "Haha, it's disgusting to be worried. I just didn't like that it was unexpected."

(. . . . . .)

(…Ah, it's such a pain.)

I was so skeptical that even Prince Gilbert's good intentions might have some hidden motive.

I almost feel disgusted with myself for not being able to receive kindness honestly.

Emma: "Thank you very much."

Gilbert: "Fufu... You're so kind, aren't you?"

Emma: "Kind?"

Gilbert: "You feel guilty about the bad guys, don't you?"

Emma: "Don't you feel... bad?"

(Even though it is a matter of position, even good intentions are denied...)

Gilbert: "Me? Not at all."

Emma: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "Because that's all I do."

Gilbert: ""Don't be afraid of me." That's not a very convenient statement."

Gilbert: "You needn't worry about it either. It's just a fact that my good intentions and my bad intentions are two sides of the same coin."

Emma: "Still..."

Emma: "It's painful."

(The more time I spend with Prince Gilbert, the more the pain may increase.)

Even if Prince Gilbert were really a kind prince, he would not be able to open his heart.

That is the relationship between the enemy prince and Belle.

Gilbert: "—…He's right, you are a little dangerous."

Emma: "Hm?"

Gilbert: "Fufu, it's nothing."

Holding the glass in my hand, Prince Gilbert stands up.

Prince Gilbert's breathing was already steady, and he was back to his usual self.

Gilbert: "I just thought I disliked that about you."

(You disliked it, huh…)

Emma: "…It's a little late for that."

Emma: "I thought you hated me from the very beginning."

I just said what I had been thinking for a long time, but Prince Gilbert's eyes widened in surprise.

Gilbert: "Why?"

Emma: "If you had even the slightest liking for me, you wouldn't be approaching me." // "If you have even the slightest interest in me, you shouldn't approach me."

(Prince Gilbert is kind to me, but he behaves knowing that his kindness is deadly poison.)

(Except for the fact that I am Belle, I can't help but think there is a grudge.)

Gilbert: "Pfft…Haha…Ahaha!"

After a beat, Prince Gilbert bursts out laughing.

It was a lively laugh, as if something had been blown away.

Gilbert: "You're right. Maybe I don't like everything about you."

(…You sound as if you just found out.)

Gilbert: "I hate you, so I'll be more kind to you from now on."

His cold fingertips brush back my bangs, and his lips touch my forehead. // The coldness had returned to his fingertips, brushing my bangs aside as his lips pressed against my forehead.

It is incredibly gentle and embarrassingly sweet, and yet...

The suffocating feeling of being clutched directly by the heart never went away.

══════════════════

A few hours after Prince Gilbert left the room,

Emma: "Excuse me."

At a time when everyone was asleep, I knocked on the door of Prince Chevalier's room.

Chevalier: "Oh? I thought the odds were 50/50, but there was a rare woman."

(Huh...)

A long-haired man stands beside Prince Chevalier at his office desk.

The man in the uniform of the imperial guard, one of the elite of the elite in the palace,

He gave me a glance and took a step backward.

Emma: "I'm sorry... Were you busy?"

Chevalier: "No, we're done."

Chevalier: "Continue to monitor him."

The man nods his head without expression and leaves the room without a sound.

As we passed each other, I saw the insignia of a tiger being pinned on his chest.

Emma: "The one just now..."

Chevalier: "A spy who monitors Eyepatch. Don’t worry about it."

(He had professional surveillance too. I didn't notice that.)

Chevalier: "So?"

Flipping through the papers in his hand, Prince Chevalier urged.

Judging from the way he welcomed me as a matter of course, he may have expected me to arrive with a "50-50" chance.

(Honestly, even now, the scenery of the evening is burned into my mind.)

Prince Chevalier, who had killed the assassin and was standing there unconcerned, was a merciless beast himself.

(That doesn't mean I should run away in fear.)

Even if it's a way of thinking that we can't empathize with,

If we stop trying to compromise, that's the end of it.

(I hate that if I didn't face him today, it would seem that time is up.)

(And…)

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Gilbert: "You want to know who sent the assassins to Chevalier?"

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(...I don't want to be misled by Prince Gilbert's information.)

I had something to report, but I put it aside and asked him questions.

Emma: "Was the earlier disturbance caused by Prince Gilbert?"

I meet Prince Chevalier's eyes as he lifts his gaze from his papers.

When I stared back at those cold, glacial eyes, he snickered at me.

Chevalier: "I can't say if it's right or wrong. But it's certainly before the disaster."

Emma: "Disaster?"

Prince Chevalier throws away the documents and folds his arms.

Chevalier: "The Eyepatch is said to have greatly contributed to the expansion of Obsidian's territory over the past decade."

Chevalier: "As far as I know, seven countries have been absorbed or integrated."

(That much...?)

Chevalier: "But other than the most recent bloodstained rose day, no major wars have taken place."

Chevalier: "There have been many military clashes near the border, of course, but I have not heard of any large-scale marches."

Emma: "There were no wars going on, yet the territory was expanded?"

Chevalier: "The word "trampling" does not only refer to the use of force."

(Oh, but...)

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Bureaucrat: "The "World Disaster" that has ruled numerous countries through the use of force and rewritten the map of the continent at an extraordinary pace."

Bureaucrat: "He has never lost a battle, and as an Ever-Victorious Marshal, he is a man to watch, a figure of great importance that the entire continent is on the lookout for." // "He is a man to watch, a man who has never been defeated on the battlefield, a man who is always on the radar of the entire continent as an Ever-Victorious General."

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Emma: "The internal bureaucrats say they rule by force..."

Chevalier: "Until 10 years ago, that was the mainstream. Back when the Eyepatch belonged to the army led by the Emperor."

Emma: "Is it different now?"

Chevalier: "Yes. He appears to be leading an independent army."

(The way he put it, Prince Chevalier may not be sure either.)

Chevalier: "His specialty is mental control; he is a beast that manipulates people into giving up their country at will."

Chevalier: "I have heard that the seven most recently absorbed countries surrendered themselves to Obsidian."

Emma: "That's impossible..."

Chevalier: "It's possible, which is why he is the "Worldwide's Disaster."

(It's hard to believe, but I don't think Prince Chevalier's evaluation is out of line either.)

Chevalier: "I know that each of the countries that have been absorbed has something in common."

Chevalier: "And even Rhodolite has already seen the signs of disaster."

(Maybe...)

Emma: "Was it about the attack today?"

Instead of affirming, Prince Chevalier takes a languid breath.

Chevalier: "He was anti-monarchist."

(Hey, I think I heard somewhere recently that the anti-monarchy group...)

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Leon: "Mercenaries?"

Yves: "No, it looks like a mix of amateurs."

Leon: "Right. Given that they know we're royalty and are willing to pick a fight, I'd say they're a radical group of anti-monarchists."

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(Oh, yeah!)

Emma: "The previous disturbances at the orphanage also involved anti-monarchy groups."

Chevalier: "That's probably why there's been so much activity."

Chevalier: "Disasters begin where nations are divided in opinion."

Chevalier: "It's a clash between the so-called monarchy and anti-monarchy organizations. The Eyepatch will take advantage of that."

Chevalier: "I don't know what he's using to control the kings of the nations."

(Every country has people who are dissatisfied with the political system.)

(Although I thought Rhodolite was a peaceful place to live.)

Even though I live in the city, I don't hear many complaints about the royal family.

But maybe that was just me living in a small world.

Chevalier: "For about 10 years now, the number of anti-monarchy people in Rhodolite has been increasing."

Emma: "Is it because of the bloodstained rose day?"

Chevalier: "Yes. Even though we pushed back the Obsidian invasion, there was tremendous damage."

Chevalier: "The king's diplomatic skills may have been at fault."

Chevalier: "Isn't it inhumane to sacrifice our people to a cruel and merciless beast?"

Chevalier: "Those sparks are still smoldering, lurking everywhere in the city."

(...What did Prince Chevalier do by "sacrificing the people?")

The atmosphere is not conducive to listening now.

Chevalier: "Today's case is an extension of that."

Chevalier: "No, it's possible that things are worse than I assumed."

Emma: "Does it have anything to do with Prince Gilbert's visit to Rhodolite?"

Chevalier: "No doubt there will be. But the anti-monarchy group is not monolithic either."

Chevalier: "Up until now, we've had no problem leaving them alone without purging them..."

I can't hear beyond those words.

The atmosphere is breathtaking, as if some terrible decision is about to be made.

(Leon is a prince who thinks so much better of the idea of being close to his people that he cares about the orphanage…)

(Perhaps the opposite is true of Prince Chevalier—a prince who is willing to sacrifice in order to keep the country in existence.)

It is impossible to determine which is right and which is wrong,

Maybe one day I will stand up to Prince Chevalier.

(No, at least it's okay now... Even Prince Chevalier is just talking about possibilities.)

Chevalier: "I assume you are going to my foolish brother's soirée tomorrow? You should see it firsthand."

You were talking about Clavis,

With that, Prince Chevalier reached for a book on his desk.

Emma: "What does Clavis's party have to do with the anti-monarchy faction...?"

Chevalier: ". . . . . ."

(I guess that means I'll know if I go there.)

Perhaps he has finished saying all he has to say. Prince Chevalier opens the book and falls silent.

(It seems there is still a lot I need to know, as Belle.)

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The soirée hosted by Clavis, which Prince Gilbert had negotiated to go to, was an ordeal to get there.

Gilbert: "Luke, there's a pit maybe three steps ahead of you, so be careful."

Luke: "Seriously!?"

Luke, with me on his shoulders, makes an oversized jump across the floor.

(Wow...!)

Looking down calmly, I saw that some of the floors were discolored, as Prince Gilbert pointed out.

Luke: "Why the hell is Clavis' villa turned into a trap house!?"

Gilbert: "Oh, Luke. Maybe something will come down from the left in two seconds."

Luke: "Whooaoa!"

Luke jumps back without a pause, and a thick liquid pours from the ceiling.

(This smell, is that honey!?)

Gilbert: "Nice, Luke. If a physical monster like you didn't take the lead, we would have fallen prey."

Luke: "You... with your theatrical face."

(Luke is also great at dodging traps with his natural athleticism, but...)

(It is also amazing that Prince Gilbert sees through all the cleverly set traps.)

I had a bad feeling from the moment I arrived at Clavis's villa, where the secret soirée was to be held.

An ingenious building in the midst of a dense forest–

The cawing of crows echoed around me, though, giving me an ominous feeling of foreboding,

Above all, the evening party was supposed to be held, but there were no guests, so I thought that the driver had made a mistake.

(Actually, the place was right, and it looked like we just arrived a little late…)

There was no guide in sight, and the search began with only Gilbert's words of encouragement, "It's okay, let's go ahead."

To be honest, it was more than a night party.

(I want to ask Clavis what it's all about.)

Emma: "Luke, if you're getting tired of carrying me around, please put me down—"

Luke: "I don't think so. Don't be silly."

Luke: "I'm the one who's supposed to be holding you today."

(I wonder if it's really okay.)

For some reason, Prince Gilbert, who said he had received an invitation from Clavis, appeared in front of me with Luke in tow.

Luke has been carrying me all the way from the castle, as he said, "I brought a courier with me today."

Maybe the reason he brought him as a helper was because he knew we were heading to the traphouse.

(Neither Prince Gilbert nor Luke need to be so overprotective.)

I was half embarrassed and half sorry.

Emma: "…Somehow, I'm sorry."

Luke: "Why are you apologizing? It's what I want to do, so don't worry about it."

Luke: "Well, I'm sure Rio will bite me when he finds out."

Emma: "I've noticed that Rio seems to be very busy these days, except in the morning and at night. I haven't had time to talk to him…"

Gilbert: "Oh, it's because Silvio is making him work hard for you, isn't it?"

Gilbert: "It seems that he was actually trying to make you his personal entertainment."

Gilbert: "The butler noticed that, and instead of touching you, he's working for you."

Emma: "... I didn't know."

(…You mean he was working as my butler while serving as an entertainer to Prince Silvio?)

(Maybe he kept quiet so as not to worry me.)

I was so preoccupied with myself that I felt ashamed of myself for not noticing Rio's unusual condition.

Gilbert: "I'm telling you, you don't have time for Silvio, so just remember that, okay?"

Luke: "Something's fishy."

Luke: "Aren't you the one who put your hand around Rio's neck to keep him away from her?"

Gilbert: "Ahaha!"

Emma: ". . . . . ."

(What? Really?)

Prince Gilbert's joyful laughter is suddenly drowned out by the sound of a glass breaking.

What followed was a deafening, angry shout.

Luke: "What is it?"

Emma: "It's like someone's fighting over there..."

Gilbert: "Hehe…"

Gilbert: "Humans are ugly."

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