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kika-writes · 18 days

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hi i saw your request open uhm can i have lando angst? tysm! 🫶🏻

soo maybe lando meet someone new while he was travelling with his friends without you, and at first he didnt even want to admit that he already falls for her bc he still wants you and maybe this is just a phase

but ofc you notice that he is acting weird lately so you confront him or you found out by yourself 😔

Warnings: Brief Smut, Angst, Cheating

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

There was no doubt in saying that you trusted Lando. With your entire heart. He was an amazing and loving boyfriend, and he loved you as well.

Y/N’s POV

Lando had left yesterday for his Grand Prix, I couldn’t go with him unfortunately, I had to deal with the stupidity that was work. Of course, I’d watch my boyfriend on the TV, I wouldn’t miss his race for the world. Lando meant an awful lot to me after all, and oh how glad I was that he reciprocated those feelings!

Lando’s POV

I didn’t mean to fall for her. I’m not talking about Y/N. I mean Miura. I don’t even know how I did it - she’s nothing compared to my girlfriend, but there was something about her that was almost enticing. Max had introduced her to me and she was one of Pietra’s friends, not that I cared. And she definitely felt the same way. It was just a phase clearly.

Y/N was the one I loved. She was the one I’d message every night and every morning, she was the one I wanted. My phone dinged, interrupting my plethora of questions and my train of thoughts, as I picked up the device. It was Max, again. He wanted to hang out before the party. Miura would be there. She shouldn’t have even been the part that broke me and made me want to go. I should have gone for my best mate, not her.

Third Person POV

Lando ended up choosing a simple yet sophisticated outfit, a plain white shirt, three buttons undone at the top and a pair of black dress trousers, with a few chains and rings. And as soon as he got there, the first person he locked eyes with? Miura. And she looked gorgeous, a slim black dress hugging her curves. Fuck, Y/N looked better, you had the same dress, but it hugged your body and showed you off way more than it did for the girl in front of him.

Lando’s POV

I missed Y/N - I wish she’d have come with me. We would’ve spent the whole night together, partying, grabbing drinks, then I’d fuck her pretty little pussy, have her writhing and begging for an orgasm. She’d look so gorgeous, y’know, taking my cock. She always does. So fuck knows genuinely, fuck knows, how I ended up back in some random ass hotel, my clothes dumped somewhere and Miura pressed against me.

I felt like I wanted it. Like I wanted her. But I couldn’t get the thoughts out my head, I wished it was Y/N, I couldn’t imagine anyone except her, beneath me, taking me so well. Miura’s moans weren’t anything on the pretty sounds that came from my pretty girl. What the fuck was this? Where was my own girlfriend? This was a mistake. “Miura, I can’t,” I said, pulling out of her quickly as she frowned, her feeling fading quickly at the loss of contact.

“Lando, what d’you mean? You don’t want this?” she asked, trying to push me back into her. “No, I have a girlfriend,” I frowned, pushing her away lightly and picking up my clothes. “What?” her sugary tone immediately faded. “Fuck her, Lando,” she said, fixing her mistake, but I was no longer interested. “Rather her than you,” I said, the spite in my voice was evident. And I meant it. I thought I could just pretend it never happened, Y/N didn’t need to know.

Y/N’s POV

I was really confused when Lando came back. Usually he’d come back, exhausted, body limp from all the things he’d been up to, and he’d let me wrap my arm round him. I’d hold him and let him tell me everything, and I’d let him fuck the stress out. It was like a continuous cycle. But he didn’t do that. He didn’t even…acknowledging me.

Maybe the race had been stressful, I wouldn’t know, not being a driver and I didn’t want to make assumptions. “Lando, baby, are you alright?” I asked, walking quietly into her room. He jumped, really violently, looking up at me. “Y-yeah, I’m fine, Y/N, please leave,” he said, slamming his phone down. What the fuck? This was suspicious, now. Not even confusing anymore.

Lando’s POV

I felt horrible. She looked so hurt, and somewhat suspicious. She had every right to be. “Lando? Are you talking to someone?” she asked slowly. I was talking to Martin, yes. “Martin,” I muttered, not even looking her in the eye. “About?” she asked, no, demanded. This was one of the things I found so attractive about her. She’d have such…power, to get what she wanted. It was hot. “Stuff,” I said, wow, what an answer.

“Alright,” she rolled her eyes, turning around to leave. I couldn’t stop myself. “Y/N,” I said, making her stop, “I fucked someone,”. The silence was deafening. It was almost like I could feel her heart drop. “What?” she asked quietly, her strong faced faltering as her eyes widened in disbelief. “I…Y/N, you heard me,” I said, I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Not to Y/N.

Y/N’s POV

“Lando, that’s a funny joke,” i laughed, frowning at my boyfriend. “I…I wish it was,” he muttered not meeting my eyes. “W-wow, Lando,” I said, not having any words. There was silence. “Was it good?” I asked, making him look up. “What?” he asked, frowning slightly. “Was it good? Did she…feel good?” I asked, genuinely curious. “No. No one could feel as good as you,” he said, truthfully. “Okay,” I said. “Y/N, please don’t leave, it was a mistake-,” I cut him off. “Oh, a mistake,” I said, and for a second, he believed I was forgiving him.

“Let me go fuck Max then,” I snorted, his face falling. I felt bad for him. But he cheated. He deserved it. No matter how much he apologised. I felt like I deserved better. “You deserve better,” he said, echoing my thoughts. “I know,” I said, turning away. “So much better,” he continued, “more than I can even dream to give you,”. I didn’t say anything. “Loved it til it ended, Lando. Although I’m not sure it ended for you,”.

Lando’s POV

Those words hurt. I deserve it. I don’t deserve anything. Especially not Y/N.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris x you #lando x reader #lando norris smut #f1 #landoscar x reader #lando norris angst

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chubbyreaderwriter · 4 months

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Hi! May I ask for a Peter Maximoff one with shy and insecure reader? She and Peter were very close friends-and she was totally in love with him! Knowing she wasnt his type, she just bottled up her emotions...So, because she thinks she doesnt have the way with words, she wants to write a love letter! But since she didnt have that many friends, she had to go to Peter for advice...He is more than happy to help out his dear friend, only to have his smile fade the very second she leaves his room...

I love this request!!

Oblivious

Peter Maximoff x Chubby/ Plus Size Reader

Imagine: Peter and yourself are both oblivious to each other’s feelings but things change when you ask Peter for some love advice.

Word Count: 2.1K words

Warnings: None

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You forced a smile as Peter left your room to go find some kids to annoy before you lay down on your bed, held your pillow over your face to muffle your scream as you kicked your legs out in frustration. You threw the pillow off your face and blew the loose strand of hair off your forehead. Your life sucked. Okay not all of it, but your love life definitely sucked. It sucked hard. It really wasn’t easy being in love with your best friend and it was even harder now you know that you’re not his type. Earlier this morning, you had been hanging out with Jean, Peter, Scott and Kurt. You weren’t really interested in the conversation, just looking out the window, when you heard Scott ask, “So Peter, what’s your type? I haven’t seen you with a girl before.” You glanced over at the two sitting on the couch and Peter made eye contact with you as well, causing you to look away to pretend like you weren’t listening.

Peter rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous laugh, “Oh come on you guys, why’d you wanna know?” Scott crossed his arms over his chest, “Sorry Maximoff, I forgot you were a chicken.” He proceeded to then tuck his hands under his armpits and flap his arms like wings. Peter pushed his shoulder, “Stop it man. Okay fine, I guess you could say, I dunno, skinny chicks with a big ass?” It was the first thing that popped into his head, not wanting to just blurt out that he did have a very specific type and that she was sitting across the room from him but he wasn’t ready to confess just yet and said the first thing that came to mind. Scott tried to high five him and Jean looked at the two of them with disgust, “You’re both shallow and gross.” Poor Kurt was as lost as ever, “What is a ‘type’?” You smiled at him and he gave a shy smile back, you always found his innocence and obliviousness to be adorable.

Peter looked between you and Kurt and had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop him from saying anything. In his mind, because you were so nice to Kurt, he assumed you had feelings for the blue mutant, which is why he decided not to make a move. It definitely wasn’t because he was too scared. You didn’t leave straight away but as soon as the conversation had changed, you excused yourself and headed to you bedroom. Less than a moment later, you were joined by your best friend and crush, Peter. The two of you talked about nothing like always before he left, which catches us up to this morning.

You let out a deep sigh, you hated this feeling. You just wished you could tell him how you feel but you were too scared and nervous to do that. You looked around your room as you lay on your bed, pausing when your eyes rested upon a notebook ontop of your desk. You sat up quickly and hummed in consideration, would it be a good idea though? Writing a love letter seemed like a cheesy and cliche idea and you didn’t want to be laughed at. You couldn’t ask Scott for advice, he would definitely laugh at you and then proceed to interrogate you about who it was for. Jean didn’t like getting involved in stuff like this, no matter how much you pleaded with her, so she was out. Kurt, bless his soul, wouldn’t have a clue what you were talking about so that left Peter. You went about the mansion looking for him, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you walked through corridors and down stairways.

You reached one of the downstairs kitchens and sat down on one of the chairs around the island in the middle. You let out a defeated sigh, you couldn’t find him anywhere and you had decided to give up for today. You leaned your elbow on the table and rested your head in the palm of your hand, staring out the kitchen window. It was only just after noon so there were still a lot of students playing and hanging out outside. You spotted a familiar figure walk into sight across the yard and you guess he saw you as well because you barely blinked and he was leaning on the table in front of you, smiling, “Hey, watcha doing all alone?” You smiled back, “Moping around waiting for help.” Peter grinned, “What kind of guy would I be to leave a damsel in distress? And a pretty one at that.” You couldn’t help from blushing, even if you didn’t truly believe he meant what he said. But he did mean it, he thought you were beautiful and seeing you blush was only further proving it to him. You looked down and nervously fiddled with your fingernails, not looking at him as you asked, “So, uh, if you were to write a love letter, what would you say exactly, in the letter?”

Peter felt all his hopes and dreams of being the man for you sucked out of his body. It was like his heart was being sucker punched by a thousand tiny soldiers roaming his insides as he looked at you, a light blush on your soft cheeks. His mouth twitched as he fought off a strong urge to frown at your words but managed to force himself to smile at you when you finally rose your head at his silence. He let out a breath, “Uh wow, um I dunno, I’ve never really thought about love all that much.” Peter hoped he was a convincing liar because even just saying those words made him wanna cringe at himself as he knew he spent every single available second daydreaming about what it would be like to date you, hold you, kiss you, have you smile lovingly at him, just anything with you. Your defeated expression made him feel all the more worse though. He knew he would rather see you happy with someone as good as Kurt than be miserable and lonely like himself.

With a deep sigh, he sat himself down next to you, “I guess what I’d say is… I’d tell them that I love them because they’re a kind, beautiful and caring person and that just the thought of them can bring me out of the darkest places in my mind. I’d tell them that spending just one second with them in my sight is enough to brighten my whole day. That I hold them higher in my heart than any other and I’d do anything to see them as happy as I am when I’m with them.” Your eyes shined with a mix of emotions. First of all, you’d never have expected Peter (the most childish person you’ve ever met) to say such beautiful words and you knew from the way he spoke that he was thinking about someone particular in mind. You felt your heart clench at that thought of Peter saying these words to another girl. You smiled at him though, nonetheless, his advice was very helpful, maybe it would even help to use his own words to win him over. You lightly placed your hand on top of his that was resting on the table, “That was beautiful Peter, thank you so much, you don’t understand how much you’ve helped me.”

No matter who you gave your letter to, the smile on your face as you got up and left was all Peter needed to make himself feel better. But it didn’t last very long. The second you left his vision, his smile dropped and his jealousy was getting the better of him. He rushed outside and was sitting atop the roof to look down at the fields below and could see Kurt doing some training with Jean. He sat and scowled at the blue mutant, what was so special about him that he deserved all of your love and affection. He needed to make sure that Kurt was worthy of you and wanted to see his reaction to your letter. He made it his sole mission to keep an eye on Kurt until you gave him the letter.

The whole day dragged by and still Peter had seen no sign of you around Kurt. He’d noticed you talking to Jean briefly but that was all and then it was like you were avoiding Kurt. Now that was strange, why did you ask for his advice if you weren’t even going to use it? It was now twenty minutes to curfew and with a heavy sigh, Peter gave up his stalking duties for the day and started heading back to his own room. He felt like a chump for helping you (his crush) confess to your own crush and had then proceeded to spy on the harmless guy just cause he was jealous. He shook his head, what was wrong with him? He had paced around his room for a short while when he noticed a shadow of a figure pausing outside his room then an envelope slid underneath the door and across the wooden floorboards to land at his feet. Peter had an internal battle of whether he should open the door to chase down the giver of the mysterious letter or open it to see what it held inside, not quite having worked out what was happening.

Peter decided, why not do both? Using his powers he made a quick move to pick up the letter, opening it with his finger and making a tear along the top to pull out the lined paper adorned with holes at the left hand side telling him that it must have been ripped out of a notebook or something. His eyes saw the shadow slowly disappearing from under the door so he turned back to the letter in his hands. Skimming over the first few lines was all he needed to see as his own words were being read back to him. Wasting no more time, he opened his door and came back to normal time to see you looking up at him, wide-eyed.

You felt your heart stop as the door opened, you had literally pushed it under his door about two seconds ago, how was this fair? He couldn’t even have the decency to let you calm down from your nerves. It took everything out of you to work up the courage to give it to him even without in person but it seemed Peter was determined to ruin your plan of running away from the outcome in case he turned you down. Peter held your letter open, “What is this? You like me? Why didn’t you tell me this before? I feel bad I spent the whole day stalking Kurt because I thought you liked him but then he never got the letter so I was confused but it’s me, you like me!” You still had yet to make a move, trying to take in Peter’s voice as he blabbed at you, talking too fast for you to process what he was saying at first. Your brain caught up and all you could think to say was, “You thought I liked Kurt?” Peter rubbed the back of his head as his own nerves creeped up on him, “Uh well yeah, you’re always so nice to him so I figured that you must like him.”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you realised Peter’s jealousy, “I am nice to Kurt, I’m also nice to Jean and Scott. But I’m especially nice to you, I spend almost all my free time with you. I was just too nervous to say anything and then what you said to Scott made me think you weren’t interested so I decided to write a letter but I got stuck and didn’t know who to turn to so… I kinda just asked you.” Peter was staring at you but no words came out of his mouth. A few more seconds went by and you started to lose confidence, “Why are yo-” your question was interrupted by Peter kissing you unexpectedly. You tensed up in surprise but quickly relaxed yourself and lifted your arms up around his shoulders, your hand raking through his grey hair. Peter’s hands rested on your hips and when he finally pulled away to catch his breath, he rested his forehead against yours. He let out a small chuckle, “Sorry babe, I’ve just wanted to do that for ages.”

“Babe?” You teased, “I don’t remember you asking me to be your girlfriend?” Peter’s smile was the widest it had been in a long time as he picked you up and carried you into his room, using his foot to kick the door closed behind him, “Ah shut up, you’re mine now.” You both couldn’t get over how oblivious you both were, but it all seemed to work out in the end.

#chubby reader #plus size reader #x plus size reader #x chubby reader #marvel #xmen x plus size reader #peter maximoff x plus size reader #peter maximoff x chubby reader #peter maximoff

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catscidr · 3 months

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I think we have all seen the "Argenti thinks the Reader is Idrila" stuff on here. But what if the reader actually is Idrila? So I wanted to request Argenti/Idrila!Reader (gn or afab reader) headcanons or a oneshot where Idrila, who has taken on a mortal identity after [Insert tragic event here], and meets Argenti. They develop feelings for each other, Argenti finds out she is Idrila, they end up dating. (Maybe or maybe not in that specific order) I thought maybe after protecting her followers from Nanook she disappeared to ensure Nanook doesn't target them anymore? That part isn't as important so feel free to add whatever backstory you think fits^^ Thank you in advance, I really like your writing!

NONNIE omg im booting up star rail rn to stare at him lovingly. also i changed the scenario a smidge so reader is her own person while also being idrila? if that makes sense......?? yeah. also bc otherwise id be writing ten thousand words n i didnt want ur ask to grow dusty in my inbox d(;∀;d) but tysm for the prompt i couldn’t stop thinking about it ueue. also hey gang peep me trying to make my blog look more coherent n nicer looking. am i doin it ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a smidge of amnesia and soulmate trope (it’s not that bad, trust), fluff, love at first sight (does that even count in this scenario....), argenti and reader are dancing around the topic a lot bc argenti is a gentleman and doesn’t want to pressure her to talk. blurbs to set up the plot + a fic after them hehe. not proofread, writer’s block is killing me includes: fem reader (he refers to reader as "my lady"), argenti, natasha, luocha is kinda there wc: 2,3k

-ˋˏ You’d go to Natasha’s clinic at least once every other day because you always had the worst migraines. To the point where you almost got beat up by a Flamespawn one time when you were clearing out calyxes (thankfully there was a Silvermane guard patrolling the area, otherwise you would’ve been charred). The doctor always says the same thing; “Stop looking for fights so often”, “Let your body rest”, “I can’t prescribe you antibiotics”, and your favorite, “Stop slamming my door open I can’t do anything about your headaches”. She was a good friend, but whenever she repeated how she couldn’t be of any help to your predicament, you’d wish you could just take that glass vial hanging from her outfit and chuck it far, far away out of spite.

-ˋˏ Obviously it wasn’t her fault- she'd done everything she could. Natasha even had you undergo the Underworld’s equivalent of an MRI scan because of how frequently you would visit her, insisting that something was wrong. The symptoms consisted of forgetting important things too often, feeling a foreign buzz in your limbs and brain, having a sudden burst of elemental energy come out of your attacks and a myriad of benign but annoying, irritating signs that something was up with you.

-ˋˏ It became more of a chore than anything to leave your room. Some days you felt fine, but then when you’d go out again and beat up wave after wave of enemies in Caverns of Corrosion you would keel over, clutching your head while vague images of what could only be described as a fever dream ran through your mind.

-ˋˏ You decided to leave the Underworld for some time- considering your absence like some sort of “vacation”. You heard of a wandering doctor (and merchant, apparently) by the name of Luocha and, from the people that crossed paths with him, it seemed like he was extraordinary at his job. A trek to the Xianzhou Luofu would be a long one, but after weighing your options you thought you’d give it a try (it was worth it if it meant you’d stop waking up at ungodly hours, holding your head in your hands while hoping, praying that the pain stops.)

-ˋˏ You (somehow) made your way to the Xianzhou Luofu from Jarilo-VI. As competent as you were however, being stranded on a foreign planet with no map nor local to guide you was... a challenge. In retrospect, maybe you should’ve gotten in contact with that Luocha doctor and had him come to Belobog instead of you going to him since, well, he was a traveling merchant. Going from planet to planet is what he does (you assume).

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If you had read up more on general information about the Luofu you would have been aware of how many enemies were roaming around the docking area. But you didn’t. So, unbeknownst to you, a rogue mara-struck soldier was on your tail, trying to sneak up to you to snag the goods you hid in your bag (which were basically just different types of painkillers and sustenance that bodes well on an upset stomach. He doesn’t know that though.)

Your head was throbbing; ever since you set foot on the planet, your physical health had slowly dropped down to levels you wouldn’t be enduring if it wasn’t for the promise of a competent doctor once you get to the main city. Painkillers weren’t working, your feet hurt and to make matters worse, you felt the familiar lack of something in your head. It was so bad to the point where you had to have a tangible mark somewhere to remind you that you did, in fact, just take something for your headache and if you took two more painkillers, your body wouldn’t agree with your decision. It was a struggle even remembering what you did five minutes ago, no way were you going to be in top shape, beating up every enemy crossing your way.

Clouds began covering the bright sun, casting shadows over the desolate, geometric area. You huff, irritated that, from the looks of it, you won’t be able to find a cozy place to set up camp. Though sleeping on a ground made of primarily iron and steel was considerably less nerve-wracking than sleeping on the mushy, cold, dirty ground of Jarilo-VI. So, with a pout aimed at no one in particular, you find some place that you deemed decent enough to set your humble tent. It wasn’t often that adventurers slept outside of safe zones, however with your condition you couldn’t afford to miss out on some rest and possibly get even more lost than you already are.

You set your heavy backpack down, rolling your shoulders to soothe the ache in your muscles from carrying something so bulky. As you ruffle through your belongings, you open a bottled soda and take a swift gulp, sighing contentedly at the pleasant taste on your tongue. Now that you were sat and could rest your bones (until you started setting up your tent, at least), your ears were able to pick up on some not-so-distant footsteps.

There’s no time for you to react; the mara-struck soldier that had been following you lunges at you, aiming for your bag. Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to yell, but before any sound can leave your mouth, a long, red and gold spear pierces the ground between you and the rabid man, making you yelp in surprise. You scurry as far back as you can in your current state; however, the soldier doesn’t have time to take advantage of your weakened stature. The owner of the spear lodges himself before your shaking figure and the mara-struck, yanking his spear out of the ground with impressive elegance, and summons an array of thorny vines to catch your assailant.

It takes little to no effort for the seasoned fighter to take down the mara-struck as he swings his weapon, swiftly knocking the blunt end on the soldier’s plexus, knocking the wind out of him. A strangled scream leaves his throat as he scampers away, leaving your belongings safe with you and the strange red-haired man. He lowers his spear, careful to keep the sharp edge far from you, and turns around to face you properly. His brows raise a smidge for a split second before he composes himself and bows before you, the action short and curt.

“It would have been a shame to lose a beauty such as yourself,” he says smoothly, straightening his back to look down at you with a warm smile. He stretches his hand out, a polite offer to help you stand up, as he continues speaking. “My name is Argenti, I belong to the Knights of Beauty. What might you be doing so far away from civilization, dear...?” he trails off, waiting for you to introduce yourself.

You were in a state of shock, your mind still processing what had happened in such a short amount of time, that you failed to notice the lack of pain at the back of your head. As you meekly tell him your name, you hold onto his hand to help yourself up- as soon as his armored glove comes in contact with your hand something flashes in your mind; too quick to allow you to think about it too much, or to recognize what you saw for a millisecond.

“So far away from civilization... do you know how to get to the city?” you ask as you feel a glimmer of hope spark in you. His words were refreshing, probably the best thing someone has ever said to you in the past month. He nods, reaching into his pocket to fish out a blue handkerchief embroidered with a delicate gold trim. Argenti hands it over to you and you gratefully take it, blotting the sweat and... dust off of your face.

“I have made my way around the Luofu for long enough to show someone the way,” he says kindly. “Besides, even if I didn’t, I would still offer to accompany you through your trek. It is my duty as a Knight of Beauty, for I must uphold chivalry and distinguished manners, in the name of the Goddess guiding me.” His words resonate within you, making you beam, nodding in understanding.

Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the knight. As you hand his handkerchief back, he smiles at you and gestures to your bag. “What brings you so far from your homeworld, my lady?” Argenti asks gently, though a glimmer of doubt swirls in his sparkling, verdant eyes. The question makes you pause, a memory flashing in your mind too suddenly for you to know what it meant. Although, from what you could tell, you knew you could trust him with what troubled you somehow.

“Ah, it’s a long story,” you start sheepishly, “I’ve been having these incredibly painful migraines recently. And sometimes I feel like my memory is fading too quickly for what would be considered normal,” you say, trailing off slightly at the end. “I’m looking for a healer, a doctor by the name of Luocha...?”

Somehow, the doctor was currently the least of your worries. You’d never felt so refreshed before, at least not that you could remember; simply being in Argenti’s presence seemed to be enough to make your aches disappear like a starskiff smoothly gliding through a cloudless sky.

“I’ve seen the man only a handful of times,” Argenti mutters aloud, pulling you out of your thoughts. “I can do my best to guide you to him, but if I may... you don’t seem to be injured?” the knight says, his voice trailing off into a questioning tone despite the observation. You shake your head, wondering how you should explain your predicament to the man.

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” you say again, shrugging sheepishly. You wondered if you should even go into the nitty gritty- he could always just be making small talk to help you get comfortable or something. Sensing your unease, he changes the spotlight to him instead.

“There’s no need to delve into details if you wish to keep them secret,” he says with a kind smile, bending down to take ahold of your hand- gently pressing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. Red flushes your ears immediately, words caught in your throat at the sight of his hair cascading over his shoulders, a beautiful contrast from the gold and silver armor glittering in what was left of the sunlight.

“As for myself, like I mentioned earlier, I am a Knight of Beauty. I’m on a quest to find my dear Goddess Idrila once more, for I need to pay my respects to them after they saved me from a particularly grim fate.” His words echoed in your mind, your brows knitting together as you felt what could only be described as a cold bucket of water being dunked on your head. “I-Idrila?” you parrot, your voice coming out as a choked noise. Argenti perks up, the hand that had been softly holding onto yours now holding it with a firmer grip, his other hand joining it.

“Yes, Idrila. Have you ever heard of them? Or...” he trails off, looking deep into your eyes expectantly, almost as if he knew something you didn’t. His eyes seemed to suck you in, bringing a comfortable wave of warmth over you, making you yearn for something.

“I...” you begin, your gaze falling down to look at your feet. As you thought long and hard about what you wanted to say, what you tried to remember, you slowly look over to his spear, lying flat on the ground- long forgotten since the fight earlier. As if a lightbulb went off above your head, you perk up just as he did, and look at him, beaming. The words were caught in your throat; there was so much you wanted to say, to declare, to do in this moment of clarity, but with how fast your mind was running to catch you up on the current events of your life it was a struggle.

“Argenti,” you murmur, the name rolling off your tongue smoothly, as you realized seeing the traveling merchant was no longer required. Though the road might have been arduous, and you may have almost lost your mind in the process, being with Argenti suddenly made everything make sense. That’s why your migraines mysteriously disappeared as soon as you were in the knight’s presence, that’s why you had gaps in your memory, that’s why you were freakishly powerful... at convenient times.

Everything clicked into place.

The both of you share a pregnant pause, eyes locked together as the world seemed to come to a stop around you. If it were possible, you’re sure there would be delicate, silky rose petals floating around your figures, suspended in the air. You glance down at his lips, and for the first time, make a decision with a clear head.

His lips felt smooth against yours, the faint taste of vanilla mixed with roses transferring to your own lips. The kiss almost felt like it could be the result of a symbiotic relationship; now that you had Argenti, or at least had him by your side once again, you didn’t think you’d be able to continue on without him.

#i may or may not have butchered the ending bc i DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THEM /SOBS #i did my best #୧ ‧₊˚orderup!#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #argenti x reader #argenti x fem reader #argenti x you #argenti x y/n

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marrycv · 15 days

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And maybe you’re the love of my life.

summary : you’re at the beach with ellie.

fluff, agnst

The sound of the waves comforted you. the sound of of the wind hitting on the grass, making the silence beautiful enough to not feel lonely. the sun piercing its ray on your skin. feeling the warmth making you feel like you were in a dream. the comfort, the warmth, it all felt like home. you felt so safe.

and she knew how you felt at the ocean.

she knew it was your happiness.

so she took you there.

You were the happiest girl in the world

“isn’t it beautiful baby?” Ellie asked you

“Ellie! this- i don’t even have the words to express you how much i love you right now!”

Ellie smiled at you. her eyes almost closed due to how wide it was. she was smiling because of your love for the sound of the waves, for the beautiful colours drew in the sky like it was a piece of forgotten art.

she took your hand

you followed her

and you and Ellie swimming in the cold ocean was just as pretty as when you were home

she was your home.

you could see the way she looked at you, like you were the only person that mattered.

you felt the love coming from her expressions, her touch, her words.

your world was Ellie.

whenever your hair was on your face, she would put it behind your ears, looking at the colour of your eyes, thinking about your lips on hers, seeing every single details about you- needing to feel you on her skin.

the laughs were like the memories of you and your parents playing a game together, echoing into your mind into an infinite void of empty memories. that you could remember it, and feel it, and wish you could revive it.

all over again.

the feeling of her laugh as the radiation of her sound into your brain was mesmerizing, couldnt look away from how she sounded.

couldnt turn away from her love

couldnt turn away from the sound of the waves mixed with your and her laugh.

“you’re beautiful”

the redness pigmented on your cheeks as you couldnt help but smile, like an idiot.

why was being in love so embarrassing?

it didnt even matter.

maybe ellie was the love of your life.

maybe you were only a dreamer.

maybe even you talked all night, about everything and nothing, everything was an endless loop.

an endless loop about feeling embarrassed to fall in love again with her.

because the day you went on the beach, the day you were the happiest, the day you wore your most beautiful dress, the day she told you she’d met you that day- to repeat it all again

you saw her dancing on the hot sand with another girl

you saw her looking at that girl the same way she looked at you.

idiot

maybe she felt like home, but it wasnt homely.

going in circles again, your lungs screaming of the search of air.

or maybe nothing even happened.

maybe you were just in love, and she didn’t know you.

but it hurts

hurts so bad

you felt betrayed

but she wasnt yours.

she still could feel like the warmth of the sun during the month of july?

could she?

maybe she was the love of your life, but you weren’t hers.

at the end of the day, the only thing she wouldve seen was you screaming like you saw a ghost, looking at her and the girl, their dances breaking down.

can we pretend its easy?

The next thing you knew, Ellie was right in front of you.

“are you okay?” she asked with genuine concern

your tears were blurring your vision, your lack of air was making your heart beat as fast if you wouldve been running for her love. in a way you did tho

this time.

hear me.

“hi,”

how could you talk to the love of your life who betrayed you without even knowing it?

“i know this is random, but it feels like i know you..” she’d say, staring at your puffy eyes, sticky lashes, red cheeks.

does she remembers your dreams?

“we dont.. know eachothers.”

“but i do recognize your face”

holding eye contact enough to make you forget about the painful sharp knife that was stabbed into your back when you saw her dancing with this way more beautiful girl, looking like an angel sent from heaven. how could you have her?

how could she even be here, comforting you, when she had this dream right next to her, when you were the nightmare?

the circle would just repeat itself

“save me.”

pretend its easy, please.

you needed her as much as you needed love, as much as you needed the sound of the waves relaxing all of your muscles until you fall asleep due to the feeling of being safe. of being comforted like the hug of your mom for your first heartbreak. like the warmth the sun was giving you to make you close your eyes and think about how your dad used to always be warm whenever you hugged him. it felt so good being close to him, for the few times you experienced it, you could never forget the need of his warmth or the comfort of your mom

and you find it in ellie’s presence.

but like your parents, they dont last forever.

she didnt know you, but she was comfort for you like the waves and like the sun and as much as you find it all into your younger self getting to sleep as your mom gives a kiss on your forehead.

her eyes reminded you of the forest

her mouth reminded you of strawberries

her laugh reminded you of birds chirping

her smile reminded you of love

her skin reminded you of the feeling of the sand on your feet

her scent reminded you of when you smell to your old perfume and all the memories flashes into your soul

her fingers reminded you of the roughness of a tree on the exterior and the beauty inside of them, so delicate, so fragile… call it the nature’s art.

her personality reminded you of the mystery of the universe.

she was a dream, and she remembered you at the beach screaming for her love and comfort.

#ellie williams #the last of us #ellie fanfic #tlou fanfiction #wlw post #ellie x reader #ellie x you #angst #fluff #wlw fluff #Spotify

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alphajasperdimitri · 3 months

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Ngl the Netflix Avatar: The Last Airbender show was kind of a mixed bag of great and iffy kinda like a delicious food but it’s missing something almost perfect, but still I loved the show so far.

What i didnt like:

*The gaang/ trio doing adventures alone by themselves

*The blended/ mixed episodes

*Pacing

*King Bumi’s new personality, his issues, and how his true identity was revealed very early.

*Sokka and Suki’s fast chemistry, (well I kinda like their love story a little, it was sweet, but i think their rushing it).

*Also Sokka kissing both Suki and Yue kinda feels like hes cheating on Suki, they already had a good time and now Yue?

*The Secret tunnel scene which only happened on book 2, ofc I was happy the first minute they showed it but this was Aang and Katara’s moment, they changed that into love between families or siblings but it’s about love between 2 couples Oma and Shu, wish they just did that on season 2.

*Aang didn’t talk to Hei bai or explain about the forest will grow back in time and just buried the seed.

*Kyoshi teaching Aang a lesson by traumatizing him with her merciless past, (thats not how you teach an innocent child).

*Zuko didn’t saved Zhao at the final episode, (in the original he saved him, because he still has that kindness and compassion in him just deeply hidden)

*Aang didn’t really learn how to waterbend, there was this scene were Aang and Katara were playing with water splashing each other I thought after that scene it was skipped to Aang finally progressing on his practice but he learned nothing at all, (well atleast he learned how to contact the spirit world with his past lives and loved ones). Probably at season 2 he masters it already but is skipped.

*About Katara’s necklace, Pakku didnt talk about that and the past.

*Gordon Cormier/Aang and Kiawentiio’s/ Katara’s acting skills.

What I really liked:

*Cgi, visual effects, the animals 10/10

*Martial arts

*Costumes

*New lessons

*Some of the backstories including the introduction.

*How they interpreted Koh the face stealer.

*Aang’s conversation with Zuko after getting captured by Zhao.

*Zuko’s backstory and the 41st division.

*June and Iroh

*Why Ozai can be evil, “yall remember Evil is made not born” he probably had a tough time when he was little, he just doesnt know what he’s doing is not discipline its abuse. Just like what Iroh said it’s in the fire nation’s bloodline on sometimes being harsh and world dominating.

*Azula’s obsession with perfection and her dad’s approval, I liked how hardworking she was until she reached her classic blue flame, she had to go through alot of pain too.

* Dallas Liu’s acting skills as Zuko is amazing, I could literally feel his emotional state, anger and rage.

*Yue’s spiritual abilities.

*Aang meeting Gyatso at the Spirit world broke me.

*Iroh’s backstory along with Zuko broke me.

Let’s just say atleast it’s better than that movie that never existed.

7/10 Imma say its perfectly balanced.

Also forgive me if my english is bad.

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kayesfanfics · 8 months

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The Vampires Handmaiden

Pairing: Hector x Fem! Reader

A/N: The ending is a bit rushed, but I wasn’t about to write out a whole episode lol. But Hector is absolutely my fav character and there isn’t nearly enough fanfic about him. Also AU where Hector DIDNT FALL IN LOVE WITH HIS ABUSER AND FELL FOR SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY LOVED HIM.

Warnings: Abuse, blood, swearing/vulgar language, some Stockholm syndrome, Carmilla being mommy except in a toxic abusive way

You shivered in the freezing cold, following your mistresses down to greet your other mistress, Carmilla. You stood behind Striga and Lenore, keeping your head down and eyes on the ground, hoping not to draw any attention towards yourself. You listened as the sisters greeted each other and Carmilla complained and complained about the long journey she had, her soldiers marching past her into the castle. You noticed at the very end, a man with silver hair was being dragged along by a chain on his neck, his hands tied in front of him and his boots missing. He looked extremely battered and exhausted, and your stomach churned, knowing the feeling all too well. He made eye contact with you as he passed, until he was tugged harshly to continue following the soldiers down to the dungeons.

“Y/N, go warm some water for my bath. And make it a good one.” Carmilla ordered you. “It better be ready after I have a drink with my sisters.”

“Yes, mistress.” You bowed, before heading to collect frozen water to heat up for her bath. You carried the frozen buckets of water to the fireplace to warm them up, dripping Carmilla’s specific combination of essential oils into her bath. You lit candles as normal, and kept the water warm until she arrived, immediately stripping naked and getting in the tub. You kneeled down and began to scrub her aching feet, as she sighed contently in the warm water.

“Your Kind is so despicable, Y/N. I don’t know HOW you survived all those years without me.” Carmilla grumbled, still agitated from her long march in the freezing tundras.

“Me neither, mistress. Thank you for saving me.” You said without a thought, used to thanking her for kidnapping you and beating you into submission until you complied with her and her sisters’ every order. She often spoke about how lucky you were that she found you, and how you’d be dead in a ditch without her.

“Oh, get out. I need time alone. You’re dismissed for the night.” She waved her hand in your face, before sinking into the water. You bowed to her, before quickly leaving her to relax for the night. Sunrise would thankfully be soon, your time to roam as you wished and do as you pleased.

You thought about the poor man they had dragged in, how pathetic he looked, bags under his pretty blue eyes and cuts scattered across his face and hands. His feet were probably frozen numb, and you knew the guards probably stripped him of his clothing, along with his humanity. You found yourself wandering to the kitchen, grabbing bread and a fresh apple and stuffing them into your pockets. You walked down to the dungeons, giving the guard a few coins for his silence before looking around for the man. You finally spotted him in a cell, huddled in the corner and embracing himself. He was shivering, and you couldn’t tell if he was crying or not, but you wouldn’t blame him if he was. You approached his cell, kneeling down and taking out the food from your pockets.

“I brought you some food.” You spoke, and he slowly looked up at you. His face was strong, but his eyes were soft and filled with fear. He was trying to mask it and remain tough, but you could see right through that facade.

“Why would you do that? Don’t you work for them?” He asked, spatting the word ‘them’.

“I do. But only for fun.” You joked, holding the food out to him, reaching into his cell. He looked at the guard in worry, but eventually crawled towards you, taking the food and immediately digging in. “I’m sorry I couldn’t bring you clothing or a blanket. They would notice. My name is Y/N, what is yours?”

“Hector.” He said simply between bites, scarfing down the food like he hadn’t eaten in days, which, he probably hasn’t.

“Well, Hector, I also brought you this.” You duh into your pocket and grabbed a small bottle. “It’s an ointment, for your wounds. There is much disease in these cells.”

He carefully took the bottle from you, finishing his food quickly and leaning against the wall, pulling his knees up to his chest to hide his nude body from you.

“Why are you helping me?” He asked, looking down at the ground.

“Because I know what it’s like to be treated like this by them. I know how cruel and careless they are.” You admitted, sitting down fully.

“You do?” He looked up at you, gazing into your eyes.

“Yes. I’m a human, like you. They took me a couple of years ago, maybe longer. I’m now their lady-in-waiting.”

“How come they haven’t turned you, then? I thought they hated humans.”

“They do, which is why they don’t turn me. They want me to know I’m below them. Weaker than them.” You explained, fidgeting with the skirt of your dress. “They treated me like they do you. They broke me down years ago. Kept me around for their amusement, and so I could serve them and they don’t lift a finger. Why did they take you, Hector?”

“I’m a forgemaster. Carmilla wants me to make night creatures for her.” He sighed. “I should’ve run away when I had the chance. I can’t believe I trusted her.”

“Don’t blame yourself. They’re expert manipulators.”

“Y/N! WHERE ARE YOU, GIRL?” You jumped when you heard the booming voice of Striga, calling for you.

“I must leave. I will try to bring you more food tomorrow. Rotten meat with maggots isn’t exactly sustaining.”

“I quite like the maggots, actually. They add a nice crunch.” He smiled playfully, despite his situation. It made you smile back, at least until you heard your name being shouted again, and you bolted off so you wouldn’t get in trouble for speaking to the prisoner.

You continued to visit Hector while the vampiresses were asleep, providing him with fresh food and what comfort you brought him. You asked about his occupation as a forgemaster, curious as to why Carmilla needed one so bad. He often had fresh injuries when you visited, and you would reach through the bars of the cell to rub ointment into the ones he couldn’t reach on his back. One day, he wasn’t in his cell, and when you asked the guard (and gave him some coins), he told you he had been moved into the “luxurious cells”. You scoffed at that. A cage was still a cage, no matter how nice it looked. But you made your way to the other cells, ducking behind the wall when you saw Lenore standing at Hector’s cell. You peeked around it, watching her tug on a leash attached to Hector’s neck, forcing him forward, taking it off of him. You felt a pang of both jealousy and disgust when she called him a ‘good boy’, possession and venom dripping from her words. You hid again as she turned to leave, and once she was gone, you rushed over to his cell.

“Are you alright?” You asked, heart sinking when you saw a blush on his cheeks.

“I’m fine.”

“Hector, she’s tricking you. She doesn’t care about you.” You grabbed his cell bars, trying to make him listen. “Lenore is a-“

“Is a what?”

Your blood went cold when you heard her voice, right behind you. You shivered in fear, eyes wide and body frozen in terror as you felt her cold hand harshly grab your shoulder, her claws digging in and drawing blood.

“Lenore, don’t harm her.” Hector warned her.

“Or what? What exactly will you do?” She asked, before throwing you across the room with her superhuman strength, hitting the wall and falling to the floor.

“Lenore! She was helping me! Leave her be!” Hector grabbed the bars this time, now trying to make her listen to him.

“Helping you?” She laughed bitterly as she walked over to you, grabbing your hair to make you look up at her. “Well, Carmilla is not going to be pleased that her pet was playing with mine now, will she?”

“Mistress, please don’t-“

“I am not the one to beg mercy from, Y/N. You should know this by now.”

Hector yelled at Lenore and for you as Lenore dragged you away, up to Carmilla’s grand study, throwing you onto her table.

“Can I help you?” Carmilla asked Lenore, glaring down at you with disgust.

“It appears our pets have been getting friendly with each other. She’s been helping Hector this whole time.”

“Oh really?” Carmilla glowered down at you, grabbing your hair harshly and holding you up by it, lifting you off her table.

“M-Mistress, I’m sorry! Please, mercy!” You begged, clenching your jaw at the pain of being held off the floor by your hair. “I-I just wanted to help!”

“Well, my dear sweet Y/N, you helped the wrong person.” Carmilla bared her teeth. “I gave you free roam of the castle, I saved your life, and this is how you repay me?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please!” You cried, feeling your scalp starting to bleed.

“I’ll leave you to it. I should probably discipline Hector as well.” Lenore said smugly, grinning at you before exiting her sisters study, leaving you alone with the merciless vampire.

Hours later, you stood beside Carmilla in the sister’s meeting room. She held a leash attached to your neck, the collar on too tight and dried blood coating your face and shoulders from the beating you endured from her. Your hands were folded politely in front of you, eyes fixed on the ground below as you didn’t dare move an inch from your mistress. They talked and bickered about their plan, various maps set out on the table with their wine glasses filled with blood. Carmilla had already drank from your neck, pure virgins blood remained her favorite to drain out of you until you went pale, but not enough to kill you. You didn’t move when you heard the door open behind you, but knew Hector was there when Carmilla complained about a man being in their quarters. You looked at him out of the corner of his eye, seeing he was confused and hurt by Lenore in some way you didn’t know yet. He looked at the collar tightened around your neck, guilt flashing in his eyes when he saw all the blood and bruises littering your face.

You listened in horror as Lenore boasted to her sisters about what she did to Hector, binding him to her through deceit and manipulation. You felt sick when she asked for a large bed in his room so she could “train him”, and silenced Hector when he tried to say something.

“Hm. Do you think you could make one for Y/N? She’s been disobedient, so I tethered her to myself to make sure she can’t do things behind my back anymore. But this ring would be so much easier, then I don’t have to keep her around me all the time.” Carmilla asked her sister, ignoring your look of horror you gave her at the idea.

“I’m already a step ahead of you, sister.” Lenore smiled, tossing her two rings for the both of you.

You fell to your knees, hands gripping Carmilla’s thighs, tears streaming down your face.

“Mistress, please! I’ll be good, I promise! Please don’t do this! I beg of you!” You pleaded, glossy eyes looking up at her with desperation.

“Oh, I love it when you do that, Y/N.” She smiled, one hand holding your chin. “But if you hadn’t betrayed me, I wouldn’t have to do this. Now would I? This is your fault, I’m only doing this because I have to, dear.”

You whimpered as she grabbed your wrist, shoving the ring onto your finger.

“Now, be a good girl and pledge your loyalty to me.” She said, running a hand through your hair, scrapping your sore and bloody scalp.

“I-I…I p-pledge my loyalty to y-you.” You cried out in pain as soon as those words left your mouth, feeling the magic piercing your skin and binding you to Carmilla. She pet your hair and shushed you, letting you cry into her lap as your body trembled pathetically.

“Good girl.” She smiled, before turning to Lenore. “You really are a genius, sister.”

“I know.” Lenore said cockily, before jumping off the table and grabbing Hectors arm, dragging him with her. His gaze lingered onto you, feeling as if it was his fault for this to be done to you as well. But you knew it was inevitable, Carmilla would’ve done this even if you hadn’t helped him, she liked the power over you too much.

“Now, darling, you are not to speak to Hector again. Do you understand me?” Carmilla asked you as you calmed down, sobs slowly dissolving into silent tears.

“Yes, mistress.” You said numbly, but sighed in relief when she took the collar that choked you off.

“Good. Now, off you go. Go clean yourself up, you look dreadful.”

You staggered out of the room, clutching your dress in your hands as you willed yourself to stop crying. Any freedom and humanity you had left was just stripped away, taken from you without a second thought or care in the world. You now felt empty and numb, the hopelessness overtaking your mind as you made your way to gather water for your own bath. You sank into the warm water, letting it comfort you like an embrace would, gently washing the blood out of your hair and off of your body. You wished you could wash the spell away, but no matter how hard you scrubbed, it wouldn’t leave you. You headed to bed soon after, curling into yourself and crying yourself to sleep.

The next few days went about as normal, Carmilla ordering you to do random chores and bring her glasses of blood, sometimes making you drain your own blood for her. You did as you were asked, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. You were still allowed to roam as you wished in the daytime, but if you went too close to Hector, your ring burned like fire and it felt as if swords were piercing your body. You felt incredibly lonely like you had before he arrived, but even more afraid than before. You constantly worried about what Lenore was doing to Hector behind closed doors, and unbeknownst to you, he too was worried about what Carmilla was doing to you. Lenore treated you more harshly than she ever had, making it known to you that she was not pleased with you befriending Hector. After she saw you watch as Hector walked past the room you were in, she approached you, grabbing your neck and hoisting you up to be level with her face.

“I know exactly what you are thinking. I suggest you cease those impure thoughts about what is mine.” She warned, smile still soft but eyes filled with hatred.

“I-I don’t know what you mean, mistress-“ you stammered, yelping when she slapped you across the face.

“Lie to me again, I dare you.” She hissed. “Hector is mine, do you understand? He will never love you, he doesn’t even look you in the eye anymore. So quit wasting your time filling your pretty little head with such delusions. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” You nodded as best you could, coughing when she finally let you go. She turned to leave, looking back at you with a devious grin.

“I understand your desire for him, of course. I know you saw that cock of his. It feels better than it looks.” She cackled at you, before finally leaving you alone. You choked back tears, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of knowing she got to you. You rushed to your room to cry in peace, instead seeing a letter resting on your pillow. You picked it up and opened it, reading the name at the bottom and seeing it was from Hector.

‘Y/N. I know you’re being forced to keep away from me, I am not angry with you, I’ve been avoiding you too so that I don’t get you into anymore trouble because of me. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you about Lenore, I thought she truly cared about me. How wrong I was. But I’ve been alone with my thoughts for awhile now, and I’ve come to conclusion that I want to help you. I care for you as you cared for me when I arrived, and I don’t want you to suffer on my behalf anymore. You don’t deserve this treatment, and neither do I. I have a plan for escape for us both, I will help you gain your complete freedom back. Wait for another letter from me, but in the meantime, avoid me at all costs. They can’t know we’re speaking again.

Burn this so that they don’t know I’ve reached out. -Hector’

You held the letter to your chest, tears dripping onto your bedding. Nobody had ever wanted to help you before, and if they did it was out of their own self interest. It had been so long since someone showed you any compassion or kindness, and him wanting to help you escape this life gave you a new sense of hope. You did as instructed and burned the letter, and checked your bed often for the next letter. You didn’t see much of Hector for the next week, only catching glimpses of him in the library , and you didn’t dare wander near his work place upstairs. You received a letter with the details of his plan later in the week, with detail of what you needed to do to stay out of danger. He told you about how he would trap Lenore, and allow her to be killed by the sunlight in the morning. Due to her manipulation and his messy feelings towards her, he didn’t have the heart to kill her himself. But Hector wasn’t a killer in the first place, he gave beings life and showed them kindness and empathy, something those vampires lacked.

The plan would be carried out that night, before the sun would rise. You did your chores as usual, not showing any unusual behavior or giving them any reason to be suspicious. You served Carmilla her chalice of blood for her study session, before bowing and leaving her to her work. Striga and Morana were away, all you had to worry about now was Lenore, arguably the worst. You wandered the castle with caution, trying to pinpoint where she was, and when you couldn’t find her, you came to the conclusion she was up at Hector’s workshop. You were supposed to meet him up there, but you didn’t want to risk Lenore hurting either one of you.

A shiver ran up your spine when you heard the screech of night creatures, and in your panic, you feet took you straight to safety; to Hector. It took you a few tries to find his workshop, stumbling up stairs as the castle shook from the attacks of the night creatures. When you finally saw him, a blue magic cage was blocking the doorway, holding Lenore inside of it.

“Hector!” You shouted, his eyes immediately finding yours.

“Y/N! You’re okay!” He smiled getting close to the cage as he could. You ignored the pain from the ring, face contouring in pain, but your smile remained.

“What is this?! Hector!” Lenore raged, glaring daggers at you. “How have you two been conspiring? The rings wouldn’t allow you two to speak!”

“We haven’t said a word to each other in weeks.” Hector said, facial expression stiffening into anger. “We didn’t see each other at all. But I have other ways of communication that you missed, along with the devices I’ve put about the castle. There’s a lot you didn’t see.”

You turned around when you heard the screeching and growls of night creatures, coming up the stairs towards you. You backed up against the cage as much as you could as the creatures approached you, and dark man in capes leading them. You looked at them with fear, knowing night creatures to eat and tear apart anything they wished.

“I do not mean you harm.” The man told you, stepping up to you. “But if you would mind moving, that would be appreciated.”

You stepped aside and he opened the cage with his enchanted sword, allowing you through as well. Lenore had half a mind to tackle you right then and there, but with the man between you she didn’t, instead just glaring. Hector stepped back as you entered the room, not wanting to cause you any pain from the ring. You wanted so desperately to touch him and be near him, but he didn’t want to hurt you any more, keeping his distance as he spoke with his colleague. You watched as he suddenly asked for his friends knife, and you tilted your head in confusion until you saw him bring it to his finger, cutting the ring off of him. His severed finger and ring clattered to the floor, blood dripping and sweat beading on his forehead as he allowed his friend to cauterize the wound with the same knife. Hector took the knife back, giving you a look that asked for your permission. You nodded, hissing in pain as he stepped closer, and crying when he took your hand in his, quickly slicing your own finger off. As soon as the ring fell off, it was like taking a breath of fresh air. You didn’t feel that weight on your shoulders or the fear in the back of your mind anymore, and the physical pain melted away immediately.

“Thank you, Isaac.” Hector said as he handed the knife back to him.

“Of course. Now, I’m off to slay Carmilla. See you on the other side, my friend.” Isaac said, taking the amulet Hector made for him and leaving the room. Hector turned back to you, a soft smile adorning his pretty face.

“Let’s wrap that up, sit.” He gestured to a chair, going to his supplies and finding bandages for the both of you. He wrapped your hand up first worrying about his own only after he asked if your bandage was too tight.

“May I hug you?” You asked suddenly. The adrenaline had made your walls come down, too full of a new hope for life that you didn’t even think to be embarrassed. Hector smiled at you, opening his arms for you to embrace him. Your arms immediately wrapped around him, the first time you’d ever been able to truly touch him since you had met all those weeks ago. You savored the feeling of his own arms wrapped around your body, his chin resting on your shoulder and your face buried in his chest.

“This is nice.” Hector grinned, pulling away slightly to look at you. “Thank you, Y/N. For everything you did for me. You were the first person to show me genuine kindness.” He smiled, before looking at Lenore, who simply glared at the both of you.

“I knew I needed to help you as soon as I laid my eyes upon your face.” You said, leaning in slightly towards his face. “You too were the first person to show me kindness in a very long time, Hector. I…I love you.”

His eyes widened slightly at that, a blush creeping up to his cheeks.

“Oh, please!” Lenore shouted from her cage. “The two of you barely know each other! This is ridiculous!”

“Yes, because you know me so well.” Hector rolled his eyes at her. “Let me put her on the balcony so we can have a real conversation, okay?”

You nodded and let go of him, letting him argue with Lenore and move her somewhere else so she didn’t bother you. You gasped when a force exploded somewhere in the castle, shaking the whole structure with such force. But you felt something else as well…freedom. That man Isaac really did it and killed Carmilla, you could feel it. It immediately brought tears to your eyes, and you began weeping. It had been so long being under Carmilla’s hold, the feeling of her hands being pried off your shoulders was overwhelming. You hadn’t felt like this in years, it almost scared you. You never thought you had a future away from this castle, away from your mistresses. You’d assumed you’d be serving them until the day you died, and probably by their own hands. The relief washed over you, overwhelming you.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Hector asked as he reentered the room, kneeling down in front of you.

“Nothing…nothing at all.” You smiled at him through tears, continuing to sob from the feeling. “I just…I really do love you, Hector.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He wiped your face with his thumbs as he cupped your face, before leaning in and gently pressing his lips to yours in a perfectly sweet, loving kiss.

#castlevania hector #castlevania #castlevania x reader #hector x reader

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legacyshenanigans · 1 year

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Part 10 (part 2) to my Marvolo x MC series. This is so dramaticcccccc, but I personally love it and enjoyed writing it.😅

Marvolo x MC 💚

The Calm after the Storm 🐍

Little angsty, little fluffy, NSFW, DRAMA.

He sat at the edge of the lake in the Forbidden forest, since MC, it had become his favourite place, he stared out into it, all the times he'd spent there with her, flashes of them together playing on a loop in his mind, Rerek slithered next to him, looking at him, Marvolo turned his head to look back at him giving him a small grin.

Rerek: Urgh.

Marvolo: Heh..What?

Rerek: I see right through that fake grin you just gave me..

Marvolos face dropped slowly back into a thoughtful frown as he looked back towards the lake.

Rerek slithered up onto him, coiling around him like a comforting scarf, giving him a slight squeeze before resting his head on Marvolos shoulder.

Rerek: I've known you since you were a child, Master..You cannot hide such feelings from me..You know what you must do.

Marvolo: I know, Rerek..

Marvolo lifted a hand, giving Rerek a gentle scratch on his head.

Marvolo: *sigh* ...Let's go and see how this works out shall we...

Marvolo approached his home, stepping inside and heading upstairs. He took in a deep breath as he knocked on Ominis's bedroom door, hearing him call out to enter. He walked in, seeing Ominis relaxing sitting on a chair as he looked in the direction of the door before standing.

Marvolo: Its me.

Ominis: Oh, Marvolo.

Marvolo: Listen..Can we talk?

Ominis pulled a curious face, raising a brow.

Ominis: ...About?

Marvolo: About something..Important.

Ominis sat back down on the chair at the small table in his room, and gestured for Marvolo to take the other chair. Marvolo sat, his eyes not leaving Ominis.

Ominis: Father told me you are set to be wed..And that you kicked up a fuss about it..Has it got anything to do with that?

Marvolo: I suppose..In a way..I mean, yes.

Ominis: Well..Go on..Talk to me if you wish..

Marvolo: I shan't be marrying this women..I refuse.

Ominis leaned on the table with intrigue.

Ominis: Interesting...And whys that?

Marvolo sighed, his heart pounding in his chest..

Marvolo: I'm in love Ominis..For the first time in my life..I've found it..And I don't intend for a second to lose it..

Ominis's eyes stared in his brothers direction, he didn't say anything at first, just sat. Marvolo could tell he had something to say, as they simply made eye contact. Ominis spoke out.

Ominis: I've kept quiet..But I need you to be aware..That I know, Marvolo..

Marvolo: (?)....What is it you know?

Ominis: Its MC..

Marvolo froze, staring into the eyes of his younger brother, he didn't know what to say, though, Ominis didn't look angry, he didnt look uncomfortable, he didn't look upset.

Marvolo: ..How long have you known?

Ominis: a while..Though I must admit, love was something I never expected to be on the cards..I thought it was just..Sex.

Marvolo: ...And how did you actually find out?

Ominis let out a small chuckle.

Ominis: Rather uncomfortably..When Sebastian started acting a little weird..So I asked him to tell me what got him acting strange..He told me of the nights the..Three of you..Had spent together.

Marvolo felt slightly uncomfortable for a moment, and even blind Ominis sensed it.

Marvolo: Surprised you didn't instantly try and rip my head off...Or talk to MC.

Ominis: I thought about it..But times past since then, I calmed myself..Dont get me wrong, Sebastian got an earful..And it wasn't until at a later date Sebastian told me he tired to flirt with MC one evening and she turned him down..Thats when I knew something else was happening behind closed doors, you had changed slightly, and so had MC, and I felt that, Marvolo..I'm not stupid..

Marvolo: I love her Ominis..

Ominis: Do you really?

Marvolo: I really do.

Ominis sat for a moment in thought, Before he sighed, leaning forward and putting a hand on Marvolos shoulder, Marvolo looked at his hand, before looking back at him.

Ominis: She is my friend, Marvolo..A good friend..Just..Don't hurt her..Please.

Marvolo: I promise you Ominis...And I'm sorry its taken me so long to tell you..

Ominis stood, as did Marvolo, the two of them facing eachother, Ominis leaned forward and gave his brother a small uncomfortable brotherly hug, which surprised Marvolo, at first he didn't know what to do, then his arms came up and he hugged him back, after a moment the two of them pulled away.

Ominis: I will hold you to your promise..And I wish you luck telling father..You're going to need it..

Marvolo: *sigh* I know...Thank you, Ominis. For taking this so well..I didn't think for a moment that you would..

Ominis: *small chuckle* Life is strange, Marvolo. You being in love has proved that.

Marvolo: *chuckles* ..Very true.

When evening came, Marvolo and MC lay in bed in the private room of The Three Broomsticks. The last time the pair had been in that room was back when they were both confused about their feelings for eachother, they'd come a long way since then. MC lay atop of him, his hands running down her bare back as the two of them made out softly. Marvolo let out a small chuckle as he flipped her around, with him now being ontop of her, he continued the kiss, he tenderly kissed at her jawline, before licking down her neck and to her chest, his hands all over her, the pair of them letting out small desperate noises in this moment.

MC: God's..I love you.

Marvolo: Mmph..I love you too...

He moved himself down the bed, kissing her body as he did so, settling himself between her legs, holding them as he licked at the skin of her inner thigh, making eye contact with her. MC giggled blissfully, which always made him smirk, he brought his head forward, still looking up at her as he took that first lick, MC moaned, her head sinking back into the pillows, Marvolo gave a wicked grin before his tongue pushed up onto her clit, swirling, and flicking against it, his hand coming down, slithering its way to slide a finger inside of her as his mouth continued to pleasure her.

MC: Mmph, fuck, M-Marvolo~

Hearing the way she moaned his name was his favourite noise by far..He furrowed his brows, as he tongue moved faster, as did his finger, rubbing at her sweet spot. MC's hand gripped his hair as she felt that deep build up, letting her sinful moans leave her lips, she thrust her hips up crying out as she released, Marvolo gave her a smooth devilish chuckle of satisfaction, as he took in her essence. His body moved back up to her face, kissing her passionately, MC clung to him once more, her breathing heavy, tasting herself on his tongue. Marvolo brought a hand down to his cock, sliding himself inside of her, he let out a low growl, MC bit her lip, her slit now incredibly sensitive, moaning his name once more, they held eachother as Marvolo rolled his hips against her, their heavy breathing in eachothers ear. He eventually brought his hands down further underneath her, gripping at behind as he bucked faster, the postion now making him hit her deep. MC moaned erratically, clinging to him for dear life, Marvolo himself now letting loud grunts and moans escape him. He felt every inch of his body tingle as he gave a final push, spilling inside of her, a feeling he would never tire of, his head collapsed to her shoulder.

Marvolo: *panting* Mine. *kisses her neck before moving to lay down next to her*

MC: *breathless giggle* Likewise *turns to face him*

He ran a hand over her cheek, giving her a genuine smile.

MC: I'm glad Ominis was OK..About everything, when he spoke to me he seemed surprisingly calm..Having said that, part of him is terrified that you'll hurt me and break my heart. But another part of him believes you won't, after the talk he had with you..

Marvolo: ...I can't blame him, that's my usual nature..But I have never felt love for anyone like I have with you MC..I would never want to hurt you..You know that, right?

MC: I do.

Marvolo: I need you to believe my words..

MC: Truly, Marvolo, I do.

He pulled her in for an embrace. The two of them just lay bare on the bed together.

Marvolo: Good..*sigh* I must leave soon..To tell my father..

MC: I'm scared.

Marvolo: Don't be.

MC: You say that.. But I understand the risk, I understand how your family do things..I know this will not end well..

Marvolo: MC...I adore you, and want to be with you..And that's EXACTLY how its going to be..

MC: *small concerned smile as she holds him tightly*

Once back at his home, with Rerek by his side, Marvolo entered the living room where he knew he'd find his father, Aleister turned and stood, tooking at Marvolo with narrowed eyes.

Aleister: Ready to Apologise?

Marvolo: Pffft, for what?

Aliester: The Drama from the other evening..I hope to god you've come to your senses Marvolo, you're marrying that women.

Marvolo clenched his fists, as Rerek made his way across the room, hissing deeply, his eyes on Aleister, and settling nearby, but ready for action. Ominis heard the start of their conversation from the top of the stairs, and rushed to his room, enchanting a quill to write down his words.

"MC, come to the Manor, I feel you need to be here"

He quickly shoved the letter inside an envelope and let out a whistle near his open window, their family owl coming to collect it

Ominis: Take this to MC..Hurry.

And with that the owl flew off into the night.

Downstairs, Marvolo and his father were still having a stand off.

Marvolo: I'm NOT marrying her father..

Aleister: Why are you making this SO difficult?!

Marvolo: BECAUSE I LOVE ANOTHER!!

Aliester glared at him confused before he let out a wicked laugh.

Aliester: You've never loved another being in your whole DAMN LIFE Marvolo!

Marvolo: Well NOW I have! And I DO! It's her a want to be with! It's HER I love!

Aliester took out his wand, Marvolo quickly doing the same, as they aimed at eachother.

Aliester: *speaks through gritted teeth* ...Who?

Marvolo: *Spits back equally as aggressive* MC...

Aliesters eyes widened, his breathing becoming shakey and heavy.

Aliester: That DIRTY little half breed?!

Marvolo: Yes! The half breed!

Aliester: HOW DARE YOU TRY AND EMBARRASS THIS FAMILY!!! HOW DARE YOU WISH TO TAINT OUR LINEAGE!! *Growls and yells, shooting a spell towards Marvolo*

Marvolo dodged it, quickly yelling out and shooting a spell back at him, Rerek dived out with a hiss at Aliester, but he quickly and aggressively knocked Rerek out of the way, Marvolo gasped before giving his father an utterly furious look, both of them shouting, their bodies smashing into different areas of the room being hit with eachothers magic and the room itself getting destroyed in the process, Ominis came running in, panicked and angry.

Ominis: STOP THIS!!!!!

But Marvolo and their father were too filled with aggression to listen, both of them cut up and bleeding, hissing and hollering, parseltongue coming out in their anger.

Aleister: I CANNOT ALLOW IT MARVOLO, YOU KNOW I CAN'T!!!

Marvolo: ITS NOT FOR YOU TO DECIDE, FATHER!!!

The continued the fight.

Ophelia ran into the room, bewildered and concerned.

Ominis: Mother?! Do something!!

She was in shock at what she was witnessing. Rerek made his way over to Ominis, Ominis felt him at his leg.

Ominis: Rerek?!

Ominis knelt down on the floor next to Rerek, to not take the risk of getting hit with spells which he could hear were flying all over the place.

Ophelia: ALEISTER! MARVOLO! STOP!! STOP AT ONCE!!!!

The two still continued their rampage at eachother..

Aleister landed a hit on Marvolo, making him yell out and his wand flying out of his hand, Aleister had lost it completely, raising his wand for a final time.

Aleister: AVADA KEDAVRA!!!

Ophelia: ALEISTER!!!

Ominis: FATHER!!!

As the green bolt flew towards Marvolo, Rerek quickly dived up in front of him, taking the hit...His lifeless body hitting the floor, the green hue lingering on his scales.

Marvolo: NOOO!!!!! NO NO NO NO NO!!

Marvolo dropped to his knees, picking up Rereks body, staring at him, his breathing becoming shakey, as a tear rolled down his cheek, and his face twisting into pain. Aleister snapped out of his rage, and gasped, dropping his wand, and shaking.

Aleister: God's..Oh gods!!.. M-Marvolo, I-

Marvolo: *points at his father* NOT ANOTHER FUCKING WORD!!!!

Ophelia ran to Aleister.

Ophelia: Are you out of your mind?!!!!

Aleister: I...I don't..I..

Ominis sat next to Marvolo on the floor, a hand on his shoulder, as Marvolo cradled Rerek in his arms, holding him to his chest, silently crying. MC burst through the front door, seeing the mess in the living room and running in, she gasped at the sight, Aleister shaking in the corner in shock, Ophelia upset and concerned, Ominis and Marvolo on the floor..And Rereks body.

MC: Marvolo..

She ran over and got down next to him, her face looking horrified and devastated as Marvolo cried, whispering in parseltongue to Rereks dead body..Even Ominis's eyes were welling up with tears..She gently reached forwards, taking Rerek from Marvolos arms, he turned to look at her, puffy faced and red eyed with exhausted confusion..MC lay Rerek on the floor in front of her as the Gaunts remained silent, she closed her eyes and held her hands out over Rereks body, her ancient magic seeping from her hands themselves, a stream of blue energy pouring out over him, his body glowing, her nose started to bleed from this intense magic she was attempting to do, her hands shaking, she let out a sharp cry before her magic waned. There was nothing but silence for a moment..

Rereks body twitched slightly, making Marvolo move forward, wide eyed.

Marvolo: Rerek?!

Rerek: *groans* ..Master? What..What happened?

Marvolo grabbed him and held him.

Rerek: Woah..Heh...Ok?

Ominis moved forward and put his hand on Marvolos shoulder again, reaching out and giving Rerek a pet with a grin. MC smiled at them, a tear rolling down her own cheek, before looking over at Ophelia who gave her an understanding and thankful look, Aleister still in shock..

A couple of days passed, MC wandered into the Gardens of the Gaunt Estate, seeing Ominis and Marvolo sat under a tree, with Rerek lay on Marvolos lap. She approached them.

MC: Hey *grins*

Marvolo: *smiles at her*

Ominis: Hello *smiles*

MC: Not that I care..But how's your father?

Marvolo: Pfft. *chuckles*

Ominis: He will unfortunately be ok..Hes still at St Mungos, had some kind of mental break, it was a long time coming though..

MC: That doesn't surprise me..And how are you Rerek? *sweet smile*

Rerek slithered up her, coiling her, giving her a little squeeze, like a hug.

Rerek: Alive, thanks to you. *boops his nose against hers.

MC: *giggles* I'm sure whatever you just said, it was nice..

Ominis: Anyway, come along Rerek, we shall leave you both to it *grins as Rerek slithers onto him and he walks off towards the house*

Marvolo stood, giving her an endearing smile, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her into him for a tender kiss.

Marvolo: I cannot thank you enough.

MC: *smiles gleefully, wrapping her arms around his neck* You've thanked me plenty these last couple of days.

Marvolo: *smooth chuckle as he tucks her hair behind her ear* It will never be enough..

MC: *plants a kiss on his lips before pulling away* Well..You're welcome..I'm sure to find some way for you to repay me *chuckles*

Marvolo: *smiles* Anything, for my future wife..

#the gaunts hc #the gaunt family #marvolo gaunt hc #marvolo gaunt #marvolo gaunt headcanon #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #hogwarts legacy MC #marvolo x mc

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beelbubz · 5 months

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Lost Chance

Mauga x reader

Y/N stared at the empty glass, still pondering her decision to leave Talon once and for all. Her fun murderous adventures with the people she called her ‘family’ all the trips she went on with them, the days she spend laughing, crying, fighting. But one Fateful night it all came to an end, she had to leave. She wanted to start her new life, but had to leave her old one behind.

So she packed and never looked back. Too scared that if she did, that she might reconsider all of her months of crying and comforting herself in order to leave. Soon snapped from her thoughts he feels a familiar presence surround her, it smelt like death and gunpowder. She couldn’t place a pin on it but she knew it had to be a familiar. A small shock of fear run up her spine, fearing for the worse to come, sure enough it was. “Well, We’ll, little Mrs too good for Talon found out in the wild” Y/N knew who that voice came from and she knew what he was exactly talking about. “Y/N. It’s time to come back, I’m not leaving this bar without you in my possession. Moira’s words.” Y/N continues to stare into the void acknowledging Mauga’s words but not reacting physically.

Mauga put a large hand on her shoulder getting ready to pick her up by her shoulder but Y/N reacts sooner and retreats so he couldn’t grab her. “I’m not going back Mauga, tell Moira she can suck it..” Y/N snarled at Mauga, showing her seriousness. “Come on Princess you left us in the dark for long and sorry to break it to you but I kinda have no choice” He smiles at her. “I’ve associated myself with others now..” Y/N looked at the ground for a quick moment. “Overwatch..?” Mauga questioned. With no response for Y/N, he lets out a booming laugh. “Overwatch? Really? How low Y/N.” He continues “I’m surprised with how much blood on your hands that they let you join.” Y/N glares at Mauga. “I was young and stup-“ Y/N is cut off “Don’t bring that young and naive shit here, you knew what you signed up for you knew what you did and how you did it, and last time I check old Y/N didn’t care” Mauga seemed anger and he seemed short tempered. “I’m leaving.” Y/N says, “No you’re not” Mauga smirks and laughs in Y/N face. With that Y/N bolts away from Mauga and pulls out her phone, she pressed the contact and was named ‘Lena’ and pressed dial. Unfortunately 5 attempts later she didnt pick up. Looking back Y/N didn’t see Mauga, so she ran to the nearest bush and tried to call Winston instead. But I’m the back of her head she could feel eyes watching her. “Hello?” She could hear the familiar friend on the phone. “Winston! I need your help- Talon- After- Help- Mauga-“ Y/N connection was breaking up and eventually her call was disconnected. She prayed that Winston could understand her short message and send help to her location. She soon let out a breath of fresh air, but soon was lifted up in the air and face to face with Mauga. “MAUGA STOP” “I’m not going back, Talon they don’t care for anyone but themselves, they don’t care about you, me, baptise, reaper, widowmaker, no one.” Y/N desperately yells. “I don’t want to go back to the endless loveless void. I want to be free..” Y/N cries out. “Psh. What do you know about love..?” “Where does that get you? Nowhere.” Mauga scoffs. “Mauga…” “I loved you, I still do..” Y/N stares at him. “ I loved you since I met you, you were so different from the rest, I care for you and love you with my heart.. I just wished we were in different circumstances, away from Talon, Moira..Everything..” Both Mauga and Y/N become silent in the moment. Mauga brings Y/N back down to the ground. “Y/-“ Mauga is caught off by the loud helicopter coming down from the sky. “Y/N!” They both hear the voice of Lena. Mauga looks at Y/N and the. At the helicopter “Please don’t” he tries to pled with Y/N. “I’ll- I’ll protect you from Talon. I’ll-“ Mauga sees the look in Y/N’s eyes, he knows it’s too late for him to pled. Y/N starts to tear up and slowly walk backwards to the helicopter. “I’m sorry” she mouths to Mauga. “Quick let’s get out of here!!” Cried Lena to Winston.

Part 2??

#overwatch mauga #mauga x reader #overwatch #new writter #i don’t know what i’m doing

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maneaterss · 1 year

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hey can i request some soft smut with richarlison??😫 maybe where reader feels insecure about herself cause she’s not like all the other footballers girlfriend and so richarlison tries to cheer her up

pairing: richarlison x insert

summary: richarlison being a cutie patootie again.

cw: smut, fluff all around, angst a little at the beginning. unprotected sex (wrap.it.b4.u.tap.it.) kinda cockwarming at the end

authors note: told y'all i'd write the smut reqs soon... sorry i didnt write for a few days i couldnt find my airpods and it threw off the trajectory of my life.

you couldn't even go on instagram without someone spewing negativity. you loved your boyfriend with your entire heart but you wished you could do normal things without having a fan of his hate you.

it wasnt entirely all hate, you got so many compliments and what not but sadly enough- the small percentage of hate still got to you. this time you were in a news article on why richarlison did a 'brave thing' dating you instead of an attractive brazillian model. the headline caught your eye and you wanted so badly to swipe away from the article and go on with your day but you were so curious.

you read through the whole article and it held much more bias and negativity than you assumed it would, every insecurity you had when you would look in the mirror was now enhanced and in the public eye after you'd read this- better yet, the model that you were compared to was someone he had one conversation with five years ago. the rest of the article was hatred to the fact that other fifa players had gotten with someone who had more in common with them, from the same country, or relevant in the fifa industry- which you weren't. anything you were known for in media had to correlation to soccer, and after reading this- you felt out of place.

you were completely in your zone, this ruined your day- you felt embarrassed that people thought all of this about you, it made you want to crawl out of your skin.

richarlison bounced over to your side of the bed, wanting to see what you were up to. your silence as he approached you alerting him. he ran his finger along your jawline to your chin- turning your face to look at him, not the insults on your screen. "meu amor?" he looked into your eyes for some telltale sign as to what was running through your head.

his eyes urged you to say something, anything. "i just don't get why you chose to be with me of all people."

his heart physically hurt from your words, "because you make me feel like i've never felt before, because you're the most important and amazing person to me. i know the medias hard on you." he readjusted himself on the bed, "you're hard on you."

he studied your face once more, getting the idea that you didn't believe him, "you know you're beautiful right anjo?" he asked, pressing a kiss to your lips. silence engulfed the room, your lack of answer urging him to speak again, "can i show you?"

you didn't know exactly what he meant but you had an idea, nodding. he kissed your collarbone- working his way to your shoulder before removing the fabric of your shirt that separated him from your skin, goosebumps formed every time his soft lips made contact with your bare skin.

he nipped and sucked at the soft skin of your neck, eliciting whimpers from you- making him impossibly hard. he want so badly than to thrust into you at this moment but he needed to take his time with you.

he unclipped your bra and tossed it onto the floor, running his hands down the sides of your body. he moved his mouth to your breast- softly biting at the soft skin before moving to suck on your nipple.

you audibly gasped- it hurt so good. your back was now on the bed as he handled your body as he wished.

he detached his lips from your breast, moving his hands down to your jeans, lightly tugging at them to let you know his next steps. he held both of your hands together above your head with one hand and used his other hand to support his body weight as you worked below you to unbutton and pull down your jeans.

his lips found yours once again, feverishly running his tongue over yours. "sendo tão bom." he whispered into your ear before getting off off you to fully remove your jeans. (being so good.)

richarlison hooked one finger under the black lace set that covered where you so desperately needed him. he smiled to himself- allowing his fingers to roam the fabric as he muttered a quick "pretty." before practically tearing it off your body.

he ran his fingers through your slick, teasingly as he had a shit eating grin on his face watching your disarray as you whined for him. once he came back up to press another kiss to your lips you pulled his shirt over his head and your hands flew right to his sweatpants- the bulge very apparent . once he was in only his boxers and hovering over you once more- you ran your nail down his back softly, "fuck- i need you now." you whispered.

richarlison was now poking fun at hour neediness, smirking as her ignored you and kissed you once more. his demeanor shifting as you bucked your hips off of the bed to meet his- the sudden contact resulting in him moaning into your mouth.

within seconds he was taking his boxers off- his tip at your entrance, waiting for you to nod- once you'd done so he began to slowly push into you. you whimpered are the stretch, expected but so deep- he slowly entered in and out. he felt so good inside of you when he bottomed out, fully in- giving you a moments rest before pulling out and slamming back in.

once he'd found a rhythm he kept at it, keeping watch of the way your back arched when he'd hit a certain angle. one hand skimming your stomach before connecting to your clit makes you shake in your spot. he speaks every language of your body with ease.

his entries became slower and more passionate as your name began to fall from his swollen lips like a prayer. "venha linda." his fingers circled in between your legs. richarlison let his head fall into your shoulder, you knew he was close- so were you.

his pace increased on both his thrusts and his fingers and you began to cry out- shockwaves rippling through your spine off of the pure ecstasy his pulsing cock provided as it rushed inside of you. "i'm gonna come."

your back arched again, throwing your head back on the bed as you rode out your high, clenching your walls around him. his release followed shortly behind yours, continuing this pace as his hood slammed against yours, hot warms streaks shot into you as he too, rode out this high, moaning your name once more.

now out of breath, he allowed himself to still inside of you. he pressed a kiss to your forehead before flipping your bodies over- allowing you to lay on-top of him with his cock still inside of you. you lifted your head from his chest- looking into his eyes, "i love you."

he gave you a toothy smile, "i love you anjo." he brushes a piece of hair behind your ear. "you'll always be my pretty girl."

y'all i've never written like actual smut before.. forgive meee i'll get better eventually

#richarlison x you #richarlison x reader #richarlison de andrade #richarlison fluff #richarlison angst #richarlison smut #richarlison imagine #richarlison imagines #richarlison icons #richarlison #richarlison headcanons #neymar jr #neymar angst #neymar #neymar headcanon #neymar fluff

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Your little imperfections- 141 +König

This is based on a request:

How reader reacts to getting cheated and COD men comforting them to this

fluff, angst?, gn!reader, cheating

Backstory:

Before joining the military, you had started a romantic relationship with someone back home. They he/she stayed with you through thick and thin. You were sure they were the one for you. But after joining the task force, you had very minimal contact with them. It was painful to say the least, they started to grow distant on you. Your texts with them were starting to get dry.

You: hey! made it back from the mission! how's everything over there

Them: thats good, all is well here, have to go now bye.

You: call me later yeah?

Them: will try.

You weren't sure what you had done wrong after all these years. The men you worked with tried to help you out of this situation, giving you ideas on how to work this problem out. You had grown fond of one of your teammates. He was so kind to you, always chatty, funny and witty with his moves. You saw him as a a friend, comrade, your favorite battle buddy. But he saw you differently. It tore him knowing why your partner was acting like this. He knew the reason, and all he wished is that you noticed him, for more than just friends, but as he saw you cry, all he could do was stay by your side.

After months of work, your CO allowed you to take a week off to visit family. You went to them. You were nervous, excited, anxious..all emotions really. You'd be able to see them once more, until it wasn't all sunshine. You went to their family home. As you approached the door, you heard them, laughing with their mum. "I tell you, this new boy/girl of yours is amazing, better than r/n. I always knew you two wouldn't last." she says. The small teddy you had for them, a tradition you two created, was now on the floor. You got back in your car. The drive back and the flight back to your base was painful. You didn't stop crying, it wasn't like you could just stop them. You passed your mates, moving fast as you tried to approach your room. No one noticed, but him.

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Ghost:

this man was more than upset when he saw your frown and tears. He had memorized all your expressions, from the best to the worst of them.

He sat on the outside of your room, listening to you cry. It wasn't like he didn't want to stop you, he just didnt know how.

Once he finally had the courage, he knocked on your door.

You, teary eyed opened it, looking at him. Gosh you were a mess. "Ghost?" your voice shaky, holding back tears.

"sixx?" (your callsign) he wanted to hug you, wanted to comfort you, but he froze.

"I..I don't know what I did wrong." you were now staring into the abyss.

His arms wrapped around you, it was quick, but his touch was warm. He moved you two inside your room, closing the door behind you.

"let it all out r/n...I'm right here for you." his hand brushing your hair.

Your head on his chest. Tears muffled.

He was the one who loved you. Everyone loved sixx, but he loves R/n, he sees you for you.

"I did so many things to push them away!" you said, your chest aching.

"Hey now," his hands cupping your face, making you look at him, "you did nothing wrong, you were there sixx, you did all you could to keep them there. It was on them to walk away, you did all good."

His soft voice, his tender touch, making you more emotional.

"but...but why are they with him/her! was I not good enough?" your eyes blurred out by the tears.

He shook his head. All he wanted to do was take the pain from you and put it all in him. His thumb caressed over your cheek, wiping the tears as they fell down.

"You are more than good enough, any man/woman, would be damn lucky to have you. I know I would be lucky." he whispered the last part and kissed your forehead.

All night, he laid there with you, his hand rubbing your back as your cries continued on. He knew it couldn't be stopped, a heartbreak could never be paused.

But he was there, all through and through.

Price:

The minute he saw you, he followed you to your room. Dropping what he was doing and urgently rushing to your side.

It was cruel to think of himself with you at the moment, but he still let the thought pass through.

"Sixx? are you okay?" he was so close to the door. Remaining there until you opened it.

"they cheated on me Price!" you cried out, your arms holding onto him.

It took him by surprise, but he still welcomed it. Your tears ricochet on him. His hand on the back of your head.

Moving you two in, so no one could hear you. So he could focus on you and just you.

"I wish he/she loved me for just a little longer. Why couldn't they just stay a little longer?"

"love, that isn't how real love works. It wasn't in them to stay, but dont you ever wish for them again."

"why?" you looked up at him, your eyes puffy. It nearly broke him. "because you deserve greater things in life, not someone who gave nothing to the one who put in the work for it to last."

He was the one who loved all your defects, if you even had any, because he was sure you didnt have any. He loved your little problems. All of them.

All he, wanted was for you to notice him. To realize he would be the one to stay and also put in the work.

If only you could hold onto me and my sweet nothings, he thought.

It was selfish, he knows this all too well, but can't he for once be selfish? work his way into your stubborn little heart and keep you as his?

"I love him/her. But why does it hurt? why do I have to pay for this?"

Fuck, even he started crying. You don't deserve this. No one does, but especially you.

You deserve all good things, riches, happiness, all the love, the praise.

You deserve me, he thought.

Gaz:

It wasn't in him to be jealous of whoever he/she was.

But he was the one who you ate with, he was the one who saw you all dirty, sweaty, and all moody. Not them. Him

He grew to love all your little imperfections, all of them.

But when he saw you rush past him, he grew worried and chased behind you, he forgot about your partner.

"R/n?" he gently knocked on your door. "its me, gaz, open up yeah?"

It took you a few minutes to open to door, but once you did he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

He knew it was cheating that your partner was up to. Knew the signs, remembered them all clearly.

His arms were on you the second he closed the door. Your neck nuzzled between his neck and shoulder.

Cries filling the room. He didnt mind the tears on his shirt or how you gripped on the back of his shirt as you let all pain out.

He always wondered, how it was to grow out to be as beautiful as you. To be the one to have all your kisses.

"They even met his/her family. It took me two years! to do that!" you cried out.

"how can they do this to me?! I love the Gaz, with my body and soul!"

He hated to hear you say this, all he wanted to do was beat the person who did this to you. But right now, all he could do was be here, be the person that deserves all your love.

"R/n, it'll be hard, but you have to let them go. For better or worse."

"I can't Gaz, I tried on the way here, but I have so many memories with them, so much love for them. I cant just let them go."

"they let you go before hand." he wished to say.

His carried you to bed, as he felt your body weak on him.

All night he was there, caressing you as you unfortunately cried to sleep.

It was rude to not say much to you, he knows, but after all shit you've been through on the field, one person can not break you like this. Thats why he wanted you to seek for your own happiness.

A future with or without him.

His own demonstration of his unconditional love.

Soap:

He was always the pun of the joke. The one you never took seriously

When his eyes landed on your poor, broken figure, he followed you along. Wishing to catch up before you closed the door, which he did.

He closed the door behind him, you turned to meet him.

Arms falling onto him. "oh soap, it's over. He/She is with someone else, he/she cheated on me!"

He hated this view. It was the one time he wished he had a joke to tell. To make himself your personal fool. Which he already was.

"I'm such an idiot! I should've known!"

"You aren't an idiot. Look what you have accomplished. They tricked you, it wasn't a trap that could be spotted."

His arms snacked around you. "I'm sorry you have to feel this." one of his hands on your chest.

As tears fell down your eyes, he kissed them, all of them.

Over the years he grew love for your flaws. All the little things that had become so..you. He loved them all.

How could someone not love you? That he didn't comprehend.

"Was I not worth anything?" you asked, your voice so fragile.

His eyes pouring sorrow. He cupped your face in his warm hand. "You are worth everything. All the battles, the sleepless nights. The journey from hell to heaven. All of them, thats what you are with and more."

You were the one he was waiting for. His one excuse to stop his reckless career, his excuse to make it home before midnight.

"soap?" you said as he carried you to bed, tucking you in and kissing your forehead. "I'll be here, through day and night, just please let your wee heart rest for the night."

König:

He was a love bug, that was no joke. He loved too strong, and he loved you.

You ran passed him, no little "König!" followed by your butchered Austrian.

He waited an hour, a god damn hour where he didn't know what was goin on with you. But that was the promise you two made.

After the wait, he barges into your room, a big shirt of his, the teddy bear you two made and his own blanket in hand.

"r/n?, its me König, i..uh..I have a feeling about what happened and I am sorry."

he was faced with a teary eyed, puffy face you. You kept crying as you saw all of his stuff

He dropped them, hugging you immediately.

Lots of forehead kisses!

"I think its all my fault, if only I would've been more present-"

"nein, none of that r/n, you were there, they knew that this relationship could become hard. You tried, you did, I know you did."

"but Kö-"

"nein, nonsense to whatever you'll say."

He reaches for his teddy, "you always told me that when needed, he would be here. Its your turn to hold him."

That night, he was selfish. Kept you all to himself. Loved how it was him keeping you warm as you slept.

Although you were heartbroken, his own kind heart, leaned in, embracing your pain and making it his own.

It was an advantage and a curse to have a good heart. A loving heart. He was always the one putting your own problems before his own.

Always the one to hold you, the one that knew all your scars by memory. Loving them for who they made you.

Although you weren't his, he was already yours.

For him, this was enough, to hold you like this as you slept, finally coming at piece with your own heartbreak. Him getting lost in your little snores.

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A/n: okay but like heart me out, König is our king of pure kindness, like how dare they not make him a portable size!

also anon, I hope this is what you had in mind!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

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logbush · 1 year

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Beautiful

481 words

fluff

quinn fabray x reader

summary- quinn starts to feel self conscious and you help

quinn fabray stood in front of her bedroom mirror. she was dressed in a small red bikini. why does my body look like this? she wondered, gently pinching at the fat on her stomach. she looked at the mirror, making eye contact with herself. she started tearing up, quickly shaking her head at an attempt at stoping the tears from flowing, as she knew you were on your way over.

its almost like she called on you, because at that exact moment, you stepped into the door of her room. you smiled at at the blonde, you thought she looked extremely hot. your smile quickly dropped when she turned to you, tears in her eyes. “whats wrong gorgeous?” you asked softly as you wrapped your arms around her torso, your head resting atop of hers.

quinn held you close to her, not trying to stop the tears from flowing. you know it was going to be hard for her to talk so you decided to wait for a minute, leading her over to her bed and taking a seat. the blonde quickly took a seat in your lap, her tears continuing to flow as she nuzzled her head into your neck.

it took a while for her tears to stop, you didnt mind it. you knew whatever quinn was crying about was important to her. your hand found a safe spot on her back, your other combing through her blonde hair. it was down and lightly curled, a look you adored.

quinn sighed and sat up, making eye contact with you. you looked at her with so much love in your eyes. you brought your hand to cup her cheek, your other was still on her back. “whats wrong honey?” you whispered close to her face. the blonde stood up slowly before walking to the mirror. “i bought this new bikini, and i was trying it on” she turned to look at you, “i hate the way my body looks y/n” she whispered.

you stood up and walked over to her slowly. you took her hand in yours and kissed it gently. “you’re beautiful love, all of you. inside and out.” you wrapped your arm around her waist and turned her towards the mirror “you’re gorgeous quinn. i mean it” you looked at her in the mirror. the blonde was avoiding looking at the mirror. you sighed and moved your hand to grab her chin, making her look up at you. “you’re the most gorgeous person on the planet, baby. all of you. i wish you could see yourself like i see you”

quinn looked at you with love in her eyes. you placed a kiss on her lips. “thank you y/n, i love you” the blonde whispered after you pulled away. “i love you too gorgeous” you whispered back with a smile “now, how about we get you dressed huh?”

#quinn #quinn fabray #glee imagine #dianna agron #quinn fabray imagine #quinn fabray x reader #glee #glee fanfiction

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bluerosefox · 2 years

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Bio!Dad Jason and Bio!Mom Jazz (With Oc!Kid or Kid!Danny)

I really, really wanna write a bio!dad Jason story but I should really finish the Twins au first. So I'm gonna be very brief with it before I get sucked into a ramble (it didnt work, I rambled.)

It's a little out of left field due to how much an AU it gets but like hear me out.

Bio!dad Jason (who finished High School and starts going to community college in Gotham)

Bio!mom Jazz (whose going to a fancy college in Gotham for psychology)

They talk, click with each other, date, sleep with each other. Etc. But due to Jason's night life, and Jazz wanting to pretend nothing was weird about Jason (she wants something normal) they break up not to long after. She returns back to Amity Park for summer and finds out she's pregnant, tries to call Jason but his phones been disconnected. Some intense Red Hood things went down and he had to put himself into hiding. He thought he'll see her again for the next school year but she never came back.

(Due to Jason having been dead and Jazz being exposed to ectoplasm all her life they both kinda seek each other out in the city)

Or they meet in High School, before Jason dies, due to an exchange program. They meet, find things in common, debate over Jane Austin works, fall for each other as their frists, and be dumb kids in a big city one night when Jazz tells him she has to go back to Amity soon (aka going out, drink a few drinks, slept with each other)

(Due to Jazz exposure to ectoplasm and something in Jason's bloodline (before death) that let him come back from the dead they were both drawn to each other in ways they couldn't explain.)

She goes home, they keep in contact for a few weeks before it suddenly stops. Jazz finds out she pregnant not long after, she didnt think she was pregnant for a while due to cycle always being off due to ectoplasm exposure. Tries to contact Jason but no luck. During her pregnancy she tries a more few times but when news announced Jason Todd Wayne's death she is hurt and devastated (she knows Jason's wishes, they spoke about maybe a future one night cuddled together after reading books, to be a better man than his birth father ever was if he had kids). She tries getting into contact with Bruce but due to his own grief he refuses to speak with her until she gets a cease and desist.

She gives birth to their kid. And sends one last update, she's been using his old email address as a diary/emotional support for her grief, telling Jason about their kid. How much they look like him. How she wishes he'd be there to see them grow up. She finishes high school even while pregnant (if anyone can do it, it's Jazz) and goes to a college for psychology while taking care of her kid. (She tries not to leave her kid with her parents for too long, she loves them but she knows how they are)

Few years later, Jazz and her kid return to Gotham under fake names, hiding from her parents. Due to both Jason and Jazz's unique blood work their kid is very... ghostly so to speak and Jazz had found her parents trying to experiment on her kid after they saw them using ghost powers. Needless to say she got them out and ran. Jason has no clue they're in the city until he saves them one night from a mugging... and that same phantom call of otherworldly hits them and their kid hard.

Now as for Danny in this, he could be the cool uncle that's been teaching his nephew/niece how to control their powers, also helped them escape from Jack and Maddie and is keeping them off Jazz and her kids heels. And he totally punches Jason when he meets the guy who got his sister pregnant and ghosted her.

DANNY IS THEIR KID. Either one works. :]

Danny being Jason's son, Danny being Jazz's son! If we go this route we can have Sam and Tucker keeping the elder Fentons off their tail cause Jazz tutored them in exchange for babysitting Danny, whom they both liked cause he was a funny kid and saw his powers a few times. (Sam always fighting for peoples/animal rights against discrimination and Tucker emotionally seeing Danny as his nephew and both were angry that the Fentons tried to hurt this kid for being partly Ghostly)

Jason finding out about the kid being ghostly and about Jazz trying to contact him after finally logging into his old email (he's pissed at Bruce when he finds out everything), Bruce FINDING OUT he's got a grandson and missed out on being a granddad for so long due to him not wanting face the person who made Jason smile so much before his death, Dick and Danny being punny with each other, Danny asking Tim about the stars cause he's been to space before and asking if he could teach him how to skateboard (he also tries to steal Tim’s teenage year clothes cause I feel like his and Danny’s taste are very close out of them all), Damian and Danny bonding over Cujo who followed Jazz and him from Amity Park! (Damian totally does the, "I've had Danny for a few hours, if anything happens to him I'll end everyone in this room. Then myself." After a few hours) Little Danny bonding with Alfred at every chance! Danny taking naps with Cass and trying to copy her silent movements! Having fun with Steph! Bonding with Duke for being the only super powered batfam!

.... then Vlad comes looking for Jazz and Danny/her kid cause Jack and Maddie told him about what happened and he has plans to take the young halfa and raise him as his evil heir. Cause you know, he's an old fruitloop that wants an heir just like him.. the Batfam won't be happy about that though.

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margoisthemoon2 · 8 months

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Please // Gale bg3 x FReader smut

Pt 2

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There isnt enough Gale content out there. Let me help. This takes place after the events in bg3. GALE LIVES!!! You agreed to marry him and now you and him have a son together!!!

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You hear him mumble something but cant make out what. You felt a pair of hands on your breasts but couldnt see anything. Softly massaging and pulling at your nipples. You moan and close your eyes. Gale uses his hands to grab your thighs and spread your legs. Planting a kiss on your lips before digging his tongue deep into you. You moaned out buckling your hips against his mouth so that his tongue delved deeper inside of you. The invisible hands started to roughly handle your breasts and pull at them more. Causing you to arch your back. His tongue dipped inside of you, and his other hand worked their way on your clit, giving it a hard rub. You was becoming a mess with every lick, and flick. You could feel the coil tightening in your belly as you tightened your grip on the covers. Gale stops and climbs over you. The magic hands disappearing from your chest. He looks deep into your eyes and he slowly slides into you. “Oh my goddess” You hear him praise over your moans. He buries himself to the hilt before pulling out halfway and pushing back in at a very slow pace. “Stop being a tease gale” you say as he buries his head into your neck and chuckles. He wraps his arms around your legs. Spreading you open wider and starts thrusting into you harder. Your moans get louder as he slides in and out at a fast pace. The headboard hits the wall repeatedly. You wrap one arm around his head and the other on his back clawing at his skin. “Fuck goddess you feel immaculate” he says “yes yes!” You say kissing his neck. He lets one of your legs go and grabs a handful of your breast, squeezing and pulling at your nipple. The sound of skin against skin fills the room. “Ah im close” gale whispers in your ear. You turn your head and kiss him deeply. “Lets make another one” you say when you two finally pull apart “Another one?” He asks “yes. Please. Another one please” you say holding him closer as his thrust started to get more sloppy. “Okay. Okay lets make another one” he says wrapping his arm around your waist arching your back. “Faster my love harder” you say getting closer and closer to your end. “You dont have to asks twice” he holds himself up by his arms, making eye contact as he do as you wish “im cumming. Im-“ you say as your orgasm takes over you and you come undone. “Im almost there my sun” he says as he rapidly thrust into you before pushing one last time burying himself in you and cums. He grunts as he lowers himself onto you. Pulling himself out and slides off of you pulling you against him. He spoons you and kiss the back of your ear. “Im sorry for the way i acted today. And every other day when we argued” he says. You turn around and snuggle into him. “Its okay. I forgive you if you forgive me. You dont have to tell me anything that you are not ready to share” you say closing your eyes. “It was tara. she got sick. Over the week she gotten weak. Everything i tried didnt help her get better. Today… today she passed away” he says. You hear him sniffle. You reach up open your eyes and kiss him on the lips “im so sorry to hear that. Tara is in a better place. She wasnt just a cat. She was family” you say grabbing his hand and kissing it. He looks at you and smile. “I love you. I love you so much my goddess” he says pulling you closer. “I love you too” you say. You both close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

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9mths later, you and gale welcome a beautiful baby girl in the family. “What’s her name?” Bruno asks looking at you holding the newborn baby that came into the world a few days ago. “Bruno say hello to your little sister, Marceline Tara Dekarios” Gale says smiling at his family

<Fin>

#bg3 smut #bg3 gale #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate 3 smut #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate x reader #baldur's gate spoilers #baldurs gate x gale #baldur's gate iii #baldurs gate 3 x gale smut #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate gale

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xoioel · 11 months

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➤ REWIND

parings: Mina x Fem!Reader

genre: angst

warnings; break up

summary; a story based on the song 알고 싶지 않아 (REWIND)

note: this is my first ever story;) and i hope you enjoyed it. I might make this into a full story of you and Mina getting back together😻 I love my bias wrecker Mina😍😻😽

I don't wanna know how you’re doing. When I look back, it was nothing at all

Looking back at all the fun times you had with Mina hurts. The days when the both of you would play Roblox and Minecraft for hours laughing and giggling over the littlest things now just are memories. It was about 6 months since you and Mina got together and the both of you were inseparable. Your duo was the most loved by the Once’s and everyone loved your relationship especially the other 8 members of TWICE.

I'm doing alright, just like what you said, The dream I've wished for has come true; I’m not curious about you

Today, Mina said that she needed a break from the relationship and it looked like she was happier away from you… It hurt alot but you knew you couldn’t destroy yourself over her. You tried over and over again to contact her but she only said that ‘You’ll be alright Y/n. its alright to be hurt about us but we need space’

I didn't know it would be this simple; Was our break up that easy for you? Now it's all in the past.

You didnt think the two of you would need to ever have a break since you both always talked everything out and you both were happy but to her it wasnt. She had broken up with you and she didn’t really care at all either even after all of the times you reached out to fix things she never responded and broke you so much.

My pretty figure when loved someone so much. I miss you so much

Once has noticed the change in your demeanor every time you went on v-live and someone asked about your relationship with Mina. They said it loon like you wanted to cry and tell them the truth but you knew you couldn’t. And it was all true.. You loved Mina so much and you would do anything for her but it obviously was the same for her.

I don't wanna know how you're doing; When I look back, it was nothing at all

Its been a weeks since the both of you broke up and your members found out you and Mina broke up but Mina wasnt there and they asked you what happened but you didn’t care for her anymore and you just told them that Mina fell out of love and now you could care less about her..

Im doing alright, just like what you said. The dream I've wished for has come true; I'm not curious about you

Its been a month since you’ve broke up and you finally feel a little bit better about yourself since you’ve broken up with Mina and now it was time for the READY TO BE’ World Tour |||| and you knew you would have to act like the 2 of you were in a relationship but you decided not, You did have to interact with her for your duo parts in MOONLIGHT SUNRISE and when Nayeon spun the wheel and your other duo parts in other songs.

Our relationship wasn’t as beautiful as the ones in the movies. It was just the kind of love everyone has. Or did I’ve changed so much? (Yеah)

Maybe your ready to speak to Mina again but you see that shes already texted you. She began to say how sorry she was and asking you in you could restart your friendship even if it doesn’t lead to us getting back together. But you don’t respond; You’re a completely different then you were 2 months ago, your not the girl who lets people back into her life even if they hurt you anymore but even then you look back and think ‘maybe i should give her 1 more chance’

Because of how you're likе that back then. I couldn’t help but to hate you, I endured it like that; You gave me everything

It was so hard to go from loving someone to hating them but that was the best thing to do so; just to save yourself and not fall into a depressing life. Even when you were in a relationship, she gave you everything. All of her attention, love and trust but you guessed it wasn’t enough. The days she wouldnt text you at all or even acknowledge your existence but you didnt realize it till it was too late and she left.

I don't wanna know how you're doing. When I look back, it was nothing at all

Now its been a few weeks since the READY TO BE’ World Tour happened and you were so much happier with being with ONCE but every time you saw a poster with Mi(N/N) it just hit you hard and You just smiled at them and not saying anything about Mina. But you knew that she didnt mean anything anymore since she left you so she obviously didnt care at all.

I'm doing alright, just like what you said. The dream I’ve wished for has come true; I'm not curious

It was encore and it was the Likey dance break and Momo said that you and Mina should do the dance break together and you wanted to break down and cry but Twice and Once began to chant you and Mina’s duo name so that made the both of you walk to the center of the stage and do the dance break. When the dance break finished she held your hand and you felt so happy that she wasn’t giving you the cold shoulder. And she whispered in your ear that shes sorry and she loves you soo much.

I don't wanna know. Ooh-ooh. I'm not curious. Yeah-yeah

You didnt even want to think about what Mina really said to you but when you all said your goodbyes and got off of the stage Mina grabbed your hand and brought the two of you into the bathroom. And she begged for your forgiveness but you couldn’t give it to her after she broke your heart. No yet of course..

I don't wanna know how you're doing. When I look back, it was nothing at all

Its been a few days since you last spoke to Mina and you finally responded to Minas numerous text messages that she was explaining that she was inna bad head space and she didn’t really mean to hurt you. But it was very hard to forgive her after she put you through hell. All the memories you both had were nothing to you.

I'm doing alright, just like what you said. The dream I've wished for has come true; I'm not curious

You went to Jihyo and talked to her about you and Minas problems and she told you that Mina was tell the truth. She also told you about how much Mina cried to her about how she treated you and that she couldnt even look at me without feeling shameful about what she has done. You would of never even though Mina even though that was because how how she looked on the outside. She always looked slightly upset anytime a interviewer asked about you and hows you think of the World Tour. Because she knew that you loved preforming infront of ONCE..

I don't wanna know how you're doing. When I look back, it was nothing at all

But you couldnt take her back this easily, Not when you cried to your therapist about how much she has hurt you and you didnt want to go back down that path. All of the memories you both made in her house, at your favorite stores and many other places just makes you sick. Just maybe. One day you will take Mina back…

#twice mina #myoui mina #valeriaa-writes☆#jyp twice #twice imagines #twice x reader #twice fluff #twice angst

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