#made me sick to the stomach so i had to switch to the only show that has never hurt me...

[unclewaynemunson]

"What. The. Fuck."

Over years of living in a trailer park, Eddie has seen his fair share of weird shit. But this right here? This surpasses everything.

Wayne is sitting on the couch in the living room, with an actual baby in his lap and a completely deadpan expression on his face like this is something that happens every day.

"Hey, Ed. Meet Sasha Munson."

"Sasha Munson?" Eddie repeats, hoping that saying the name out loud will make this whole thing less surreal. It doesn't, so he automatically switches right into disbelieving panic mode instead. "Sasha Munson?! What the fuck? She isn't mine, I promise, it's literally impossible, someone must've - Wait, hold on - Is she yours? Aren't you like fifty years too old to knock someone up? What the fuck did you do? Who's the mother? What were you thinking, man, we can't take care of a -"

"Eddie, sit down."

"No, I'm not sitting down, this is ridiculous, what the fucking fuck, we can't -"

"She ain't mine and she ain't yours."

"What the-" It takes a few seconds before Wayne's words sink in. Then, Eddie freezes mid-sentence, giving his brain a second or two to catch up to what Wayne just said.

"Wait, what?" he asks.

He gives the sleeping baby a distrustful look. It's small - too small to be a human, if you asks Eddie. It scares him a little bit.

"Then whose is she?"

"I told ya to sit down, Ed."

And Wayne's voice is so strict and serious that Eddie can only obey.

"Your dad was here earlier."

Those few words are enough to tell Eddie exactly what happened. He immediately feels sick to his stomach. He wants to cover his ears, or walk out of the trailer and never come back. But instead, he keeps sitting, frozen in his chair, and listens to what Wayne tells him.

"Sasha is his daughter. He had this girlfriend, Melody, 'bout a year ago. She's much younger than him, is all I know 'bout her. I think they were kinda serious at the time. But Clyde went and messed it up, of course. Cheated on her. She dumped him. Then showed up again a few weeks later all sobered up and told him she was pregnant. Far as I know, things went okay for a while after that. But she caved right after she gave birth. It took a toll on her, Clyde said. So she needed the drugs again. He left her; he didn't see a way to help her and he was worried 'bout Sasha's safety. So he took Sasha with him and brought her to me. Said he couldn't take care of a baby and that was that."

It is a story eerily similar to what Wayne told Eddie about his own early years, whenever he'd ask him questions about his parents.

Eddie looks at the tiny human in Wayne's arms. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is just slightly agape. She's wrapped in a blanket that has a soft shade of pink, with tiny elephants printed across it.

"He never learns, does he?" Eddie remarks with a sigh.

"He doesn't," Wayne affirms in a soft voice, shaking his head. "But you know what, if these are the consequences of his actions..." He first looks up at Eddie, then down at the baby in his lap again. "I can't even be too mad at him for it."

"Jesus Christ, what a mess."

"Don't think too badly of him, Ed," Wayne says. "He wanted to help them. Both of 'em. But he didn't know how. He did what he thought was gonna be best for Sasha. Just like he did with you. He ain't evil. Just a coward who makes bad decisions."

Eddie swallows thickly.

"We'll make it work," Wayne says with certainty in his voice. "It'll be tight, but we'll survive. We did it before, we can do it again."

Eddie nods.

"You wanna hold her?"

He shifts uneasily. She seems so fragile. He doesn't know a single thing about babies; he is his father's son, after all, not Wayne's, no matter how much he wishes he were.

"C'mon, Ed, she's your sister."

It's only now that Eddie notices how well it fits, Wayne with a baby in his arms. Like he was made to be a father. Like Sasha belongs there. There aren't any pictures of Eddie as a baby, as far as he knows, but he imagines it must've looked somewhat like this scene: the exact same couch, a different blanket, and a younger version of Wayne. One with less wrinkles and more hair; less worn-out by the sorrows Eddie has given him over the years. It's simple for Wayne, in a way it isn't for Eddie's father, and in a way that Eddie fears it won't be for him. To hold her gently and let her sleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat. To sit with her quietly and do nothing else. To give love and patience without expecting anything in return.

Eddie rises from his chair and sits down next to Wayne on the couch. He utters a shaky breath, trying not to show his nerves, and wipes his sweaty hands over his jeans before holding out his arms.

“Just like that,” says Wayne softly while he places Sasha in Eddie's arms.

She's warm and has that specific newborn baby scent clinging around her. She's heavier than Eddie expected. She stirs a little bit and makes a tiny sound, but then she continues her peaceful sleep. He studies her: her closed eyes, her tiny nose, the way her head rolls around helplessly if he doesn't support her steadily enough; the hand that's hanging out of the blanket, with minuscule but fully developed fingers that grab around nothing. He listens to the steady sound of her breathing and imagines the tiny lungs inside her body working on pure instinct to keep her alive. His sister.

He looks up and finds Wayne staring at the two of them with tears in his eyes. He only catches Eddie's gaze for a fraction of a second, then he looks away, to the window on his right side.

“You're wrong, you know,” Eddie says.

Wayne turns his head back to him.

“Bout what?”

“She isn't his. Neither am I.” He looks up from the girl in his hands to meet Wayne's eyes. “We're both yours. He didn't do jackshit for us, just dropped us here with you and ran away. You're the one who raised me, Uncle Wayne, and that makes me yours way more than his. And Sasha? We're both gonna be here for her, every step of the way. We're gonna change her diapers and feed her milk - I don't really know anything else about babies, but we're gonna do all of that, together. We're gonna see her grow up and become a person. She's ours.”

Wayne produces a noise that sounds somewhat like a choked-off sob. He puts an arm around Eddie and drags him closer towards him. He doesn't say anything, but Eddie didn't expect him to. He understands.

#wayne munson was in dire need of an accidental baby acquisition trope okay #i said so #i know we all love steve accidentally becoming a parent to a baby half sibling but #consider this please #don't mind me rambling about stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #fruity ficlet

[babamiasworld]

Are you sick of me yet?

Hyrule!Link x GN!Reader ✭

Synopsis: Link refuses to leave you alone after you lose to him

Content Warnings: cocky link, possessiveness if you squint, light cussing, a lil kithy kith, and uhhhh jealous zelda if that’s how u wanna see it 🧍

A/N: jesus link brain rot is getting to me rn, and i got the new loz themed nintendo switch cause i’m OBSESSED- pls it’s so pretty🥰

Word count 1 .4k

To everybody, Link was a man of few words, and to most, he was intense. Never speaking much, and when he did, his words were blunt, curt, and devoid of vulnerability. He didn’t care what others thought of him, only that he got paid fairly for his work. Though there was a side of him that he didn’t show all that much, a side of him that only reared it’s head depending on the situation. He wasn’t secretly a softie or anything, no no, he was worse.

“That was a tough loss.” Link said while inhaling through his teeth, mocking something close to sympathy. You had just finished a racing competition, which wasn’t something you usually engaged in, simply because you were one to get really competitive and you were a sore loser, but you’d never show it, nor ever confirm it out loud, but you were. it was a fact you couldn’t deny. So you ignored Link’s comment, simply ignoring him as you made your way to your steed, walking a bit faster in hopes Link wouldn’t catch up, because if you were being honest, if you had to look at the grin on his face…you’d probably punch it. Though Link wasn’t having it, taking your silence as a challenge.

You sharply turned a corner in hopes he’d just give up his attempts to get you to lash out at him. Moments from the race replaying in your mind, pissing you off more.  The reason he was so amused by your loss is because you’re known to be one of the most talented racers in the kingdom, and you had come second, and Link of course, was in first. He wasn’t going to let you live this down that much is for sure, not unless you were able to rub his ego into the mud…and then stomp on it multiple times…then maybe setting it on fire. If it was possible, you’d consider traveling across Hyrule to throw it into a volcano.

Lost in your thoughts, with your eyes fixated on the cobblestone path beneath you, you didn’t see the encroaching obstacle in front of you until you collided with it. Looking up at a very unpleasant face. Link didn’t say a word, just staring down at you with that stupid smug face, as if you were smaller than him. Physically yes. But in every other aspect absolutely not, but as much as you hated it, you couldn’t help but feel heat rising to your cheeks at the proximity between the two of you. You stepped to the side to leave him behind yet again, though he mirrored your actions holding his expression.

“Can I help you, asshole?” You spat, sounding like more of a demand rather than a question. But much to your displeasure, your comment only inflated his ego as he tilts his head playfully at you.

“Aw don’t be like that.” He teases, causing your scowl to intensify.

“Shut up. Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this.” You retort. Pushing past him.

“You know me well~” He chuckles. The sound making your stomach flutter.

“Piss off.” Eyes focused on the stable that your Loftwing resides in, sleeping peacefully.

“No. I don’t think I will~” He taunts. Unbeknownst to you, he picks up his pace, inching his face closer to yours, whispering into your ear. “I know you like it when I tease you.” Emitting a sharp gasp from you, whipping your head at him with a look of disbelief, holing a hand over your ear.

“No I don’t!” You retort, a little more enthusiastically than you intended, mentally cursing yourself as you see Link puffing out his chest; and by your red cheeks, it only confirms his statement.

“Yeah?” His tone was quiet, as if you’d both get in trouble if he was heard. But as he starts moving towards you, absent-mindedly stepping back as he did, until your back hits the cold stone wall, only then do you realize it’s just you that’s in trouble. “Then why are you so flustered then?” Asking a question he already knows the answer to.

“I’m not.” You stare at him through your eyelashes, trying to intimidate him, though you know it won’t work. This causes Link to tilt his head once more, but his expression is different this time. He’s looking at you like he wants something…needs something. You immediately pick up on this; his hungry gaze, half-lidded eyes analyzing every inch of your face causing your heart to beat rapidly.

You turn your head away from him to hide your red face. But Link wasn’t having it. He wanted you to squirm under him his gaze, lifting a hand to your chin and tilting it up so you’d look at him. He was surprisingly gentle with his movements, slowly pulling your chin upwards towards him but stopping before your lips could touch. The proximity of your faces causing your eyes to flicker to his lips, only for a moment before meeting his eyes again. Though this didn’t go unnoticed by the man in front of you, causing him to look down at you with a seductive glint in his eyes.

“See something you like?” Link teases, adoring how red you’ve gotten. He moves closer, lips ghosting over each other for a few seconds before you can’t take it anymore and finally kiss him, a hand snaking up his neck; fingers lacing between his soft blonde locks while your other hand lays against his ribcage for support. Your boldness causing Link to chuckle into the kiss, sending heat through your body like shockwaves which only intensifies when his hands find their place on your hips, using them as an anchor to push his body against yours, chests pressed against each other.

He pushes his tongue into your mouth, his hand dragging up your body as it settles on your jaw, pulling you even closer. His kiss is heated, rough, and possessive, as if this was his way of claiming you as his, and deep down, you didn’t mind as much as you said you did, indulging yourself in him. Both of you were growing desperate, frantic even, as if you’ll die if you separate, but sadly breathing is a necessity.

You break the kiss to breathe, but before you can even take a full breath, Links lips find yours again, groaning into your mouth.

“Ahem!” A distant voice echoed. Causing you both to freeze, Link pulling away from your lips to turn his head towards the voice, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you. As Link moved his head, you were mortified to see Zelda standing a few meters away with her arms crossed over her chest, looking at you two clearly unimpressed with what she walked in on. “Link, my father wants to speak with you. He insists you meet with him as soon as…” She trails off, eyes flickering to you for a moment, then back to link. “…you’re done with your little rendezvous.” Zelda finished, turning on her heel and taking her leave.

Link looks back at you with a that same stupid smirk, and your just absolutely traumatized that the princess caught you making out with her knight, but Link has a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Wanna keep goin?” Link said with optimism. Which pissed you off considering you’re probably not the princess’ favorite person after that; the thought far from pleasant as you pushed him away and stormed off.

“Argh- you’re so stupid! Don’t ever pull that again.” A frustrated hand running through your hair, trying to find something to help you forget about the whole ordeal.

This causes Link to let out a low chuckle, watching the way your hips sway as you fade into the distance.

“That’s what you said last time.”

#botw link x reader #link x reader #loz x reader #legend of zelda #legend of zelda x reader #hyrule linked universe #skyward sword link x reader #botw x reader #botw link

[gisellaswrld]

we rush back to each other; in our hearts it was real.

af11 | after adam comes to michigan for a small visit, he makes talking to you hard to avoid.

(a/n this is a part two. part one can be found here)

Adam was so grateful to get the chance to do an honorary puck drop at a Michigan game. He was excited to see his old teammates play again and be around the campus. Yet, only one priority clouded his mind.

You.

You knew Adam would be back in Ann Arbor. Fuck, you even felt his presence, even if he was staying with his brother. The thought made you sick to your stomach in embarrassment.

Adam didn't even attempt to reach out after your pathetic attempt to show him you missed him. It was so embarrassing to you. You spent three nights crying in your room, sobbing to the point you were dry heaving.

This really proved you two were done, for good.

You were wasting away your day, rotting in your dorm room. It was freezing cold too, you wanted to feel the coldness as a way of suffering.

A constant vibrating came from your phone. Which, in your mind, was strange. Considering the fact your phone had sat on DND for the past week.

The call was sent through again and you finally reached over to grasp the device. The caller ID belonged to no other than Luca Fantilli. You let a slew of curse words fall from your lips, answering the phone.

"Hi, Y/N! Whatcha doin'?" Luca's excited voice rang into the speaker, practically causing you lose your hearing. "Rotting in bed, why?" You grumbled, flipping over to switch on your lamp.

You heard the sound of whispering in the background. You knew it was Adam.

"I have those Bio notes! I'll drop them outside your door." Luca informed, causing you to roll your eyes. "I don't want them, I told you that," You complained, a cough coming from your throat.

"Too bad! I'll knock and leave. You won't even have to see me!" Luca spoke, yet, you knew he wasn't being truthful. Luca loved to bother people, well, not necessarily bother. He just loved to talk and talk.

"Right, okay. Got it," You replied, not convinced by his story, hanging up the phone. You slumped back into your bed, running your hands down you face. “Fuck.”

After about thirty minutes, you heard the incessant knocking on the door. You didn’t bother to get up, considering Luca said he’d drop off the “bio notes.” After a few minutes, the knocking started again.

With a groan, you climbed out of your bed. Your feet touched the cold ground, causing a shiver to shake your body. Not bothering to look in the peep hole, you pulled the door open.

Except, it wasn’t Luca standing outside of the door. Not this time. This time it was Adam, not holding any stack of papers. Out of instinct, you shut the door back in his face.

Your heart twisted, pounding rapidly against your chest. It took him a week to reach out after you sent what could possibly be the most embarrassing video in your life.

“Open the door, please.” Adam’s voice spoke from across the door. Your hand was placed on the door handle, hesitant to pull it open. Without much thinking, you opened the door once more.

“Hi, Adam.” You spoke, eyes looked on him.

Adam ran a hand through his hair, his eyes examining your body. You looked much more frail since the last time he’d seen you. Your eyebags were deep and purple, your face sunken in.

“Can we talk?”

You looked back down at your feet, lips pursed together. You lifted your shoulders, shrugging at the boy. “What is there to talk about?” You asked.

“Let me come in,” Adam pressed. He wanted to just grab you and keep you with him all the time. Before he watched your video, Adam swore he was better off without you. But now? Adam didn’t want to do anything if you weren’t by his side.

You sighed, taking a step back from the door, beckoning Adam inside. Adam slipped off his shoes, shrugging off his coat. Your eyes attentively watched him, swallowing harshly.

Adam still looked like the same old boy who let you walk out of his life. He looked healthy, had great vibe radiating off of him. It made you sick to think that while you’ve been crying in your room, he’s probably perfectly fine.

“What do you want to talk about?” You spoke, your voice cracking as the words got stuck in your throat.

“Do you still love me?” Adam asked, keeping at least an arm’s length distance between the two of you. “Well, of course-“ Your words cut off by him.

“Why haven’t you ever said anything?” His voice seems to have been laced with anger, which caused you to feel much too small in his presence. He spoke to you like you were being scolded.

“Because you seem fine without me. There was no reason-“

“Except there is. Because I miss you, so fucking much. And then here you go, making a small little video that has been stuck on my mind since I’ve seen it. Why did you have to do that? Why did it have to be that way?” Adam pressed, his face screwed up in confusion.

“Because I was never going to tell you. Then Luca asked me to be in the video, then your mom even asked me to do it as well. I couldn’t just say no.” You explained, your fingers rubbing at your eyes to try to prevent the tears from starting to spill. You had to be strong.

“Why did it have to be a secret?” Adam’s voice cracked ever so slightly, causing your body to fill up with rage. How dare he get to be upset when he was the one who planned to leave you? He was the one who left you cold and alone in Michigan.

“Adam! You don’t get to be upset about this! You don’t! You are the one who planned to leave! You had this figment in your fucking imagination that somehow we wouldn’t work. But fucking look at me! Do I look healthy? Do I look better now that you are gone? I don’t!” You shook your head, a scoff pausing your words. “And for me to stand here, still fighting for some relationship that didn’t mean anything to you? Gosh, it’s pathetic.” You groaned.

“Adam I think you need to go,” You were able to muster out, gently pushing him towards the door. Your hands were pressed against his chest has you attempted to push him out. “No, no, I’m staying,” Adam wrapped his hands over your wrists, holding his ground.

“Adam, go,” You stated once more, give another attempt to push him out. “No.” Adam deadpanned, his heart aching as he looked down at you. “Why can’t you let me move on!” You cried, falling against his chest, the tears finally stinging your eyes as they fell down your chest.

Adam caught you as you fell forward, his arms wrapping around your shaking body. His hand was pressed to the back of your head, holding you as you sobbed into his chest. “Because maybe we weren’t meant to move on from each other,” Adam quietly spoke, a sad frown appearing on his face.

“Don’t say that,” You managed to choke out.

“I mean it. We aren’t meant to move on, we were meant to be together. I made the horrible mistake to let you go, to push you away from me. But, I’ve missed you every single day. I’ve regretted it since,” Adam explained himself, listening as your crying slowed. He could tell your breathing calmed down, your heart beating at a steady rate. “I’m not asking you to forgive me, I’m just asking to give me another chance,” Adam added to her previous statement.

You took a step back, looking at him through your foggy eyes. At any moment, it looked like he would get down on his knees and beg. You racked your brain for any sort of direction on how to move forward. You love Adam, that has never changed. You missed him every day, hoping that he’d do exactly what he was doing now.

How could you let yourself miss the opportunity?

“Adam, how could we even work it out? Maybe you were right along, that the distance would be too much.” You sighed, wiping some of the tears from under your eyes. “Would it be any worse than how it is now? We can figure it out, Y/N.” Adam pleaded, taking a step towards you.

You looked down, chewing on your bottom lip. He had a point. Dealing with the short distance would be nothing compared to the literal lack of Adam you’ve been dealing with. Nothing can compare to the hurt and pain you’ve pushed yourself into.

“Okay,” You mumbled, trying to find words to speak. “We can try again. But I swear Adam, if at any point it becomes too much, we have to - we have to talk.” You sternly spoke, looking back up at him.

“Yes, yes. We will talk, we will work it out. I promise, I will make sure of it,” Adam nodded, his eyes turning a small bit brighter than usual. You give him a small smile, connecting the small bit of distance between the both of you with a tight hug. Adam quickly pulled you into his grasp, holding you like you’d fall into the ground if he let go.

“I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed you more than anything,” Adam spoke into your hair, placing a quick peck to the top of your head. “I’ve missed you too, you big sap,” You had a joking tone to your voice.

“Can we prank Luca before we tell him we worked things out?” You spoke, looking up at Adam with a mischievous expression. Adam raised his eyebrows, nodding quickly. “Hell yeah, but first-“ Adam paused, looking around the room, almost like he was suddenly nervous again.

“What?” You curiously asked, furrowing your brows as you looked at him. Adam shrugged, his hand moving to rest on your cheek. He leaned in, his lips pressing compassionately to your lips. You gripped onto his biceps, quickly melting into his embrace.

Adam pulled away, his cheeks a light tint of red. “Alright, now time to mess with Luca.”

#nhl #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #hockey #hockey imagines #adamfantilli #adam fantilli blurb #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli imagine #adam fantilli #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #umich imagine #umich hockey #umich wolverines #umich boys #umich blurbs

[irisintheafterglow]

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

summary: a creep walks up to the shake stand window. your favorite customer scares him off. (college au!iwaizumi x you)

wc: 1.9k

cw/tags: college!au iwaizumi, creepy dude but he gets scared off don't worry, buff iwa gets nervous around you

note: so there's a protein shake stand like right outside my school's gym and that's where the inspiration for this little brain fart came from. also this is wholeheartedly dedicated to @shotorus my favorite iwa simp. i really hope you like this, it's my first time writing for your man but it most definitely will not be the last :D

likes, replies, and reblogs are appreciated <3

You didn’t anticipate finding a gym crush outside of the student rec center. Yet, there he was, every day at 5:00 passing the stand and every day at 6:30 ordering his usual, strawberries and bananas with chocolate protein powder. It’s a wonder how strictly he stuck to his schedule and you made it a point to have his order queued up in the system by the time he got to the window. To your detriment, it seemed that your infatuation had become obvious enough to your usually-oblivious coworkers. 

“At this point, I think you took this job just to ogle him,” one of your friends points out as she runs a colander of fruit under the faucet. You give her a lighthearted glare and she flicks a few water droplets at you. “I’d guess you like seeing him more than the tips that other guys put in the jar. You really do so much for this company,” she says patronizingly and you roll your eyes. She had a point; you tended not to notice the phone numbers written on dirty napkins or social media handles hastily drawn on dollar bills. None of them interested you. None of them, except for the dude with a body like a Greek hero that made you want to get kidnapped by some mythological being. 

“I just think he has a nice physique; is that such a bad thing?” She shoots you a skeptical look and you turn away sheepishly to check the clock. Thirty seconds to 6:30. “He should be here in a little bit,” you say quietly to yourself, hoping she doesn’t hear. It’s a nice sentiment, but ultimately futile. 

“You’re counting down the seconds? Man, you’re worse than I thought.” She pats your shoulder sympathetically as she passes behind you and you lean your hands on the register counter. 

“As if you’ve never had a gym crush before,” you fire back. 

“You’re supposed to actually be inside the gym to have a gym crush,” she reminds you and you groan. “Why don’t you just switch your shift so you can see him while you workout?”

“I tutor before this, remember? Plus, I need to be able to charm the evening regulars so I can keep paying rent,” you admit. She nods in understanding and a glance at the clock shows ten seconds until 6:30. Your other usuals had come and gone for the day: the guy in the blue tank top that only seemed to work his forearms and biceps, the girl with the silly socks that had the most muscular calves you’d ever seen, the two frat bros with their backwards caps and arrogant voices. It hits 6:30, however, and your favorite regular isn’t behind the glass. He isn’t anywhere around, you realize. You can’t help the frown that draws the corner of your mouth down and, when you look to your coworker for support, she merely shrugs before grabbing a tub of powder from the top shelf. “It’s odd that he isn’t here yet.”

“Only you would think that,” she teases and you refocus on pulling up his usual order on the payment screen. “Maybe he got sick. There’s that frat flu going around right now.”

“Why would he be in a frat, though? And also, he’s definitely the type to wipe the hell out of every machine he uses.”

“If he uses machines; personally, he strikes me as a free weights-only kind of guy.” Before you can reply, a knock on the glass startles you back into customer-service mode. The man in front of you looked relatively normal, but the way his eyes looked you up and down several times made your stomach queasy. It wasn’t the first time creeps had checked you out through the window, but maybe you were feeling a little extra vulnerable waiting around for a regular who didn’t even know your name. Avoiding the man’s intrusive gaze, you shakily pull up his order, swipe his card for payment, and let him know that his shake would be ready soon. 

“I have a question,” he says slowly before you can run and hide in the back. “What time are you out of here?”

“I’m not done for a while,” you state vaguely, praying that he wouldn’t ask about the remaining two and a half hours of your shift. “I work until closing.”

“I can come back and get you when you close.” His voice makes your skin crawl and his eyes feel like knives on your body.

“Excuse me?”

“Let me take you out to dinner. A nice looking person like you shouldn’t be alone at night.” Your heart drops into your stomach and your feet remain rooted to the floor, terrified in place. Was he gonna try to do something after you were off?

“Look, I’m not interested in any–”

“Hey, man. Are you done ordering yet? You’re holding up the line,” intrudes a voice that feels like a warm blanket wrapping around your shoulders. Somewhere between his usual order time and the creep asking you out, your favorite little crush came to stand in line to pay. His shoulders seemed extra broad today and the muscle of his biceps flexed under his compression shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring daggers down at the guy who was freaking you out. He’d never looked so handsome, all sharp jawline and flexed muscles and piercing eyes. The creep recoils and scurries away, allowing you to take a deep breath that helps relieve some of the tension in your forehead. By pure muscle memory and running on adrenaline, your fingers swipe over the tablet and pull up his usual order before he can even say hello. 

“Strawberry and banana with chocolate protein powder, right?”

“Yeah, that…that’s mine,” he says, slightly taken aback by the lingering expression of panic on your face. While he eyes you warily, you swipe his card and hand him his receipt, suddenly desperate to just disappear into the back for the rest of your shift. “Hey, are you okay?”

“What? No, yeah. I’m fine, totally fine,” you lie and give him a weak smile. His eyebrows furrow slightly and you can feel him try to analyze you, but not in the dehumanizing way as your previous customer. His eyes searched your expression worriedly and you caught him biting skin from his lip in concern. “It’s just that the guy before you was being a little weird.” Calling him “weird” was an understatement, but you didn’t want to inconvenience him more than you already have. “I’m fine, really.” He watches you for a moment more and then nods, murmuring a thank you under his breath and finding a spot to wait for his shake. 

“This fell on the floor by the trash can,” he says plainly when he walks up to the pickup window after you call out his drink. The creepy guy hadn’t left the area yet, so your fight or flight instincts were still going haywire. Your gym crush, however, momentarily takes your attention by subtly sliding a dirty piece of paper across the counter to you as he picks up his cup with the other hand. “Thanks; I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before you can blink, he’s gone, leaving you with a cryptic folded message that makes your head spin. You sputter out an awkward farewell and hastily unfold the piece of paper. 

I’ll be studying in the computer lab until the stand closes. If he’s still bothering you, come find me and I’ll walk you to your car or your dorm or wherever. -Iwaizumi Hajime 

A sturdy rectangle of plastic falls from the paper and you stare at it in disbelief. It was an ID card for the university’s after-hours patrol division with his picture, full name, and student number printed on it. Iwaizumi, you echo mentally, you’re too good to be true. And, true to his promise, he’s a respectful distance away and stands with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants at 9:00 when you lock up the shake stand. You’d lost sight of the creep an hour after Iwaizumi picked up his drink, but the paranoia didn’t leave your body and you’re only able to relax when he approaches you. 

“This is yours,” you say, handing him his ID card with a small smile. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

“Of course. I’m sorry you had to deal with him,” he replies regretfully, uncomfortably adjusting his water bottle tucked into the crook of his elbow. “None of the guys at the gym like him. He’s always hitting on girls and giving them weird looks.” 

“Looks like he was forced to look outside the gym, then,” you laugh lightly, feeling the tension release from your shoulders as you walk next to Iwaizumi in the direction of the parking lot. “Did your drink still taste okay? Or did my nervousness make it taste funny?” When he chuckles, it sounds like sunshine. 

“It was just as tasty as it always is, thank you. You’ve really figured out how to make me the perfect drink every time.”

“Anything for my favorite customer,” you say without hesitation and your face feels like it’s been lit on fire. To your surprise, however, it seemed that Iwaizumi was just as flustered by your words. His eyes widen and his pretty mouth gapes a little bit, blinking rapidly to fix the short circuit in his brain. “I just hope he doesn’t come around here again. He makes my stomach churn.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he forces out and he’s silent for a while until your car is in sight. “Hey, sorry if this is super off-base, but do you wanna workout with me sometime? I can change the time I go but, if it means you don’t feel scared by that guy anymore, I’ll gladly rearrange my schedule.” 

“You want me to workout with you?”

“I’d like to meet you for lunch sometime, too, but I figured I’d start with baby steps,” he admits, running a hand nervously through his hair while you fish your keys from your bag. “If you don’t want to, that’s totally fine–”

“No, no, I’d love to,” you reassure him and he looks visibly relieved. “I’ll change up my shift so you can still go around the same time you usually do, and I can just meet you outside. I’ve been needing a new spotter since mine picked up extra shifts in the library.” 

“Great, yeah, awesome,” he says, a little dumbfounded by how eagerly you would give him a chance. If he was being honest, he’d wanted to ask you your name for months since you memorized his order, but he didn’t want to come off as pushy and ruin his chance with you. “Do you, uh, mind if I give you my number? Or I can give you a social media handle too if you’re not comfortable sharing your number.” God, he’s so good. He is so, so good. “Can you let me know you get home safe?”

“I will,” you promise. “Thank you for everything, Iwaizumi.”

“You can call me Hajime, if you want,” he offers softly and the fondness in his voice makes your heart flip. “Iwaizumi is fine too. Anything is fine.” 

“Right,” you smile. “Well, goodnight, Hajime. Get home safe.”

“You too. Talk soon, okay?”

“I can’t wait.”

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[pulisicsgirl]

his girls - christian pulisic

summary: pregnancy is doing everything it can to make Y/N's life miserable, but with Christian's help, it's a little more bearable

pairing: Christian Pulisic x pregnant!reader

word count: 2.7k

warning/tags: pure, unadulterated fluff, pregnancy, descriptions of vomiting

requested: yes!!

notes: there will be a part two to this one because there was more to this request than I could fit in here! plus, that video after the USMNT game on Monday has me (and everyone else) feeling broody, so I figured I should finish this fic! As always, requests are open, and let me know what you think! <3 (also, this picture has me so soft for him)

read part two here

All your life, you heard women describing pregnancy as the miracle of life. A wonderful time, when you felt more connected and bonded to your baby than any other point in your life. A time where your body prepared for all of the blessings of motherhood as you baby grew and developed within you.

What no one prepared you for was everything else that came with it.

The morning sickness, the back pain, the mood swings, the sleepless nights—you seemed to have gotten the worst of all of these things.

In the early hours of the morning, the sun not yet peeking over the horizon outside of your home, you found yourself sitting miserably in front of the toilet. The nauseous feeling seemed to infect every part of you, your head swimming, your stomach churning. You felt as if the slightest movement of your head or arms would send you hurling in that particular moment. Your elbow rested on the toilet seat, forehead in your hand. Your eyes remained closed as you tried to breathe deeply through your nose, willing the nausea to pass.

“You didn’t wake me up,” you heard Christian whisper from beside you. You had been so distracted by the sick feeling in your stomach that you hadn’t heard the opening and closing of the bathroom door. You blinked your eyes open slowly to see him sitting on the floor beside you. His eyes were soft, and you could tell he was worried for you, despite this becoming a routine for you throughout your pregnancy thus far.

“It’s so early, and you have training later,” you tried to justify yourself. In your defense, you had also rushed out of bed pretty quickly, only having a few moments warning yourself.

His lips turned downward in a slight frown. “I want to help you, though. If I can’t take away the morning sickness, the least I can do is sit here with you.” He reaches out, placing a hand on your bare thigh, stroking his thumb over the exposed skin. His presence was already beginning to calm you. Your heart, that had been racing before he arrived at your side, now felt like it was finally slowing.

“I know,” you sighed, casting your eyes downward.

Christian had been nothing short of perfect throughout the last five months. He would do anything and everything for you, from grabbing something in another room so that you didn’t have to get up, to frequent massages to relieve your tense muscles. And he never complained about it once.

You knew he felt guilty for everything you were going through. You wouldn’t dare, even in the midst of a particularly bad bout of morning sickness, point an accusatory finger toward him, muttering that “you did this to me” as you so often heard about other pregnant mothers doing. Christian frequently expressed to you that he wished he could share the burden, seeing as you had made this baby together. But since that wasn’t possible, he made it his mission to help you be as comfortable as possible.

You ran a hand over your slightly round belly, sighing as you switched to lay your arm on the edge of the toilet seat and laid your head on your forearm so that you were looking down at the bathroom floor.

You were wearing one of Christian’s shirts—you had quickly gotten to the point where your own no longer fit after you had begun showing. Plus, you knew Christian’s heart swelled with pride each time he saw you, carrying his child and wearing his clothes. The longer your pregnancy went on, the more items of his clothing you would steal. It had started with T-shirts, progressing to his shorts and sweatpants, until the two of you were sharing much of his casual wardrobe.

“Did you get much sleep last night?” Christian asked softly. You only responded by shaking your head ‘no’ while it remained resting on your arm, closing your eyes as another wave of nausea began to build up. “Kicking too much?” You nodded, and Christian squeezed the hand that was on your thigh gently.

The nausea washed over you again, and you quickly raised up onto your knees, leaning over the toilet as you spilled the remaining contents of your stomach into the bowl. You immediately felt Christian’s hands gathering your hair into a ponytail, pulling the strands out of your face. He held the ponytail with one hand and slipped the other under the bottom of your shirt, using his fingers to rub your lower back, applying light pressure there.

Once the nausea had passed, you sat back on your feet and wiped your mouth with the toilet paper that Christian handed you. The morning sickness seemed to have drained you of any energy you had left, and you slumped over into his side, resting your head on his bare shoulder as he wrapped his arms securely around you. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, and the two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, with his hands slowly running up and down your arm.

Christian broke the silence several minutes later, whispering a short, “you okay for a minute?” and once you had nodded, he briefly let your side, returning with a bottle of cold water and a couple pieces of buttered toast. He handed them to you, sitting on the edge of the bathtub next to you while you ate the toast, holding the cold bottle against your cheek before taking a couple sips from it.

After you finished, you were feeling considerably better, so you decided to go back to bed before Christian had to leave for training. The light of the sunrise had just begun peeking through between shutters over your bedroom window, casting the room in a slight orange glow.

You and Christian crawled back under the covers, and he pulled you to his chest, lying on his side so he could use his hand to trail slow lines up and down your spine under your shirt. You sighed in content, tucking your face into his warm neck and pressing a kiss to his collarbone as a show of thanks for everything he was doing for you.

You were beginning to drift off when you felt a sharp pain in your belly, feeling your baby’s foot pressing against the surface. You groaned, being drawn from the sleepy state you were just slipping into. Due to your position against him, Christian felt the press of the baby’s foot softly against his own stomach.

“She really won’t give you a break this morning, will she?” he asked with a short chuckle. You pulled your head from his chest, pouting at his amusement. He reacted by placing a gentle kiss to your lips, a wide grin spreading across his cheeks. “Just think: a few months from now, she’ll be here, in our arms, and all of this will be totally worth it.”

“It doesn’t feel worth it right now,” you grumbled, nuzzling your face back into his neck to hide away like a grumpy child.

“I know, baby. I know,” Christian was unable to wipe the smile from his face at the thought of your little family of three coming home from the hospital in just a short while, a mix of both excitement and nervousness running through his body at the idea.

 He slipped his hand from your back, resting his palm over your belly and rubbing it in circles to try to soothe your little baby with soft whispers.

It felt like mere moments before Christian’s alarm was going off for him to get out of bed, startling you out of sleep. He kissed your forehead, shuffling out of the bed while trying to disturb you as little as possible. After spending a few minutes in the bathroom, he emerged, collecting his things from the closet. He pranced to your side of the bed, sneakers in hand, and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before he left to head to training for the day.

Your day following Christian’s departure proved to be fairly uneventful—something you were thankful for after a long, sleepless night and a rough morning in the bathroom. Once you finally emerged from the blanket cocoon you wrapped yourself in after Christian wasn’t there to keep you warm, you maneuvered through the house, feeling well enough to catch up on a few chores and things you hadn’t been able to do over the last couple of days.

Your productive afternoon was briefly interrupted by a short nap on the couch, something you found yourself doing more and more as your pregnancy wore on. The task of growing a child seemed to zap you of your energy if you tried to do too much on one single day.

In the early evening, you found yourself tidying up the kitchen—washing and putting away the few dishes that had accumulated and clearing the countertops of various items that had been left behind while music played softly from your phone.

As you were bent slightly over the counter, wiping it down with a cloth, you felt two strong hands slipping around your waist, causing you to jolt in surprise, a soft gasp escaping from your lips.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Christian spoke softly, pulling your body back into his chest. With his arms wrapped around you firmly, you melted into his embrace, leaning into his warm body.

“ ‘s okay,” you mumbled, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. Instantly, you felt at ease in his embrace.

“How are my girls?” he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and warmth flooded over you at his words.

His girls.

“We’re good. Better than this morning,” you smiled at him, and short laugh escaped his lips.

For a moment, he just stared down at your face, laying on his shoulder. He tried to study your features, committing them to memory. He swore every day that the sight of you that he came home to every night was the most heavenly thing he’d ever seen.  You were wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of his sweats—ones that he knew, without even checking, that you had rolled the waistband up so that they wouldn’t be falling past your ankles.

A slow song was playing on your phone that you had left sitting on the countertop as you had been cleaning, and Christian began swaying side to side, slowly dancing to the music. One of his hands smoothed over your belly, thumb rubbing soothing circles through the thin material of the large T-shirt you were wearing.

Your eyes remained closed as you took in the moment: the gentle tones of the song ringing out into the evening air, Christian’s warm body holding you securely, a hand resting over the bump that held the growing baby you had made together.

You felt completely and totally at peace, swaying there in his arms.

A soft smile played over your lips, one that Christian noticed and wished he could snap a photo of to save forever.

As the song that was playing came to an end, he pressed his nose into your cheek before placing a soft kiss there. “As much as I would love to do this all night,” he whispered, trying not to startle you from the peaceful moment. “I brought home your favorite, and I don’t want it to get cold.”

Your head snapped up quickly, turning to look at the countertop. Just as he had said, there was a large, brown, paper bag sitting there, with the logo of your favorite local restaurant adorning the side. You immediately knew what the contents of the bag would be, as Christian had made it his personal mission to know all of your orders.

You turned back to look at him, hormones getting the best of you as you felt your eyes moisten. “Christian, you didn’t,” you whispered.

“Babe, it’s just dinner,” he beamed at you, knowing that it still meant the world to you. Little day-to-day gestures in relationships were massively important to you, and Christian knew that.

You hugged his torso tightly, pressing your face into his firm chest, whispering a soft “thank you.”

That warm feeling didn’t leave you for the rest of the night. You felt overcome with gratitude, not knowing what you had done to deserve the life you had.

Later in the evening, you found yourself sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard. You were playing with your rings, running your finger over the wedding band as you stared at it, lost in thought.

“Thinking about taking it all back?” Christian chuckled, crawling into the bed next to you.

“Never,” you smiled at him. He came to sit beside you and leaned across your body gently, resting his hand on the other side of the mattress next to your waist to support himself as he looked at you.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me.” He leaned forward to kiss you, pressing his lips to yours slowly and sweetly, letting it linger for a moment. “Forever.” He nudged your nose with his, forcing a giggle from your lips.

“How did you feel the rest of today?” he asked, bringing his free hand up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. After your bout of morning sickness, worry for you had remained in the back of his mind the entire afternoon until he was able to come home and wrap you in his arms.

“I honestly felt okay today. I was able to get a lot of chores and cleaning done, so it was a good day.”

A satisfied smile took over his features as he looked over your face for a moment more. Then he shifted, pressing a kiss quickly to your nose before he shuffled down the bed, laying on top of your outstretched legs. He rests one of his arms across your thighs and sets his chin on his forearm. He lifts the hem of your shirt, raising it so that your bump is exposed. Christian poked your belly button, which he had loving dubbed “the microphone” and would talk to your baby through.

He swore up and down that she could hear him better when he used the “microphone,” which always caused you to roll your eyes at his antics. Secretly, he did it because he knew it would always get you to laugh.

“Hey, there, baby girl,” he cooed to your belly. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you felt a limb press into your stomach from inside. You saw the slight distention in your belly as a hand or foot pressed into the surface, reacting to her daddy’s voice. Christian beamed with pride and rested a hand over the same spot, hoping to feel the baby’s movement. “You gave mommy a pretty rough time last night, didn’t you? I need you to give her a break tonight, okay? Let her rest a little bit.”

He glanced up at you with an amused look, and you could see a twinkle in his eye. His eyes became a little teary as he placed a soft kiss to the surface of your belly. “We already can’t wait to meet you, baby girl,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your stomach.

Christian was going to be an incredible father—you already knew it. She hadn’t even arrived yet, and already Christian loved his little girl so fiercely and completely. You could see it, years from now, how he would do anything for his daughter. Whether it be tea parties and princess dresses or football and rough-housing in the backyard, he would be there for every moment. He would do anything for her and would protect her until his last breath.

You had to wipe a tear that slipped down your cheek at the thought, not wanting to ruin the perfect moment before you.

Moments like these reassured you of why you had never once doubted the man before you—the man you chose to marry, the man who would now be the father of your child. You already couldn’t wait to start your journey as parents, as a small family of three. It would be a hard road, sure, but it would be a road you could take with the support of Christian at your side, and there was nothing you could possibly want more.

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[graciegoeskrazy]

Hi!!! Can you do a Matty + Daughter oneshot where she's sick with a stomach bug on tour or something, and Matty is just being the best dad ever and taking care of her.

I'm struggling BADLY with a stomach bug and need some dad!matty support 😭🫶

Human Too

pairings: Matty Healy + Daughter!reader

a/n: ANON NOOOOO! i’m sending all my good energy to you who i can only imagine is curled up in bed reading this. PLEASE let me know how you’re doing! I hope you enjoy :)

The band was playing at Madison Square Garden. Although they played it just last year and countless times before, it was still a huge deal. You were immensely proud of him and were excited to watch the show from the pit for their two-day run which you had never done before. It was very exciting.

After an early soundcheck, your father headed back to the dressing room to check on you and tell you that he was going for a meal with the boys. He noticed you’ve been acting off all morning. You just weren't as energetic as you used to be. He chalked it up to you just being tired. Your father knows you like the back of his hand. He can read you easier than a book, knows when you’re lying, and can always see right through you. It’s like a spidey sense but for being a single dad. You were lying on the couch curled up into a blanket with the lights off. When he flipped the switch on, you groaned but still not moving. “You alright, Darling?” He asked. You didn't answer. Instead, just laid there without saying a word. His first instinct was to check your temp. He sat next to you on the couch, moving your legs to make room. He pressed his hand lightly to your forehead. You winced a bit. “Oh, love.” You slowly unfurled from your little cocoon and sat up slowly. Keeping the blanket still wrapped around yourself. “Why do I feel like shit?” You said. “You’re sick.” Matty replied.

You shook your head. “Nooooo.”

He nodded, smiling at you. “Yessssss.”

“No, I’m not.” You winned.

“You have a fucking fever.”

“No, I don't.”

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t-”

“I’m not playing this game again.” He stood up as he made you smile. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna tell the guys I’m not going to lunch so I can sort you out.”

“No! Don’t cancel your plans because of me!”

He ignored you and closed the door.

…

When he returned less than 10 minutes later, you weren't on the couch like he left you.

“Y/n?” He shouted as he closed the door.

You didn't respond.

“Baby?” he asked again.

Again, no response. He looked around the room and saw the light peeking through the slightly ajar door to the bathroom. When he opened it and walked in he saw you hunched over the toilet. “I think you were right.” You said.

He helped you up and back to the couch.

“Lay down.” He said sweetly. “I’m gonna run out and get you some medicines. There's a pharmacy just down the street.”

“No, I want you to stay.” You said pulling on his arm with the little strength you had left.

“If you don’t have medicine you’re not gonna feel better.”

“Just order it or something! I want you here.”

He thought for a moment. “Alright.” He kissed your forehead and sat down on the floor next to the couch. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to instacart Theraflu to Madison Square Garden but I’ll figure it out.”

#matty healy #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty healy x reader #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #x daughter!reader #the 1975

[poetryandfluffycats]

A Producers Reward

A/N: im sick so this is mainly just mugi brainrot. also first real time writing smut so cant promise it will be amazing

Pairing: Tsumugi Aoba x fem!producer reader

Warnings: NSFW, tipsy sex, oral sex(f receiving), penetrative sex, petnames(princess, baby, good girl), breeding kink, praise, light amount of teasing, very light spanking, semi-public sex(in a closet), mildly ooc Tsumugi(hes drunk soo), soft dom Tsumugi

Content: You attend the release party of a new album from Switch, the idol group you produce. A very tipsy Tsumugi finds you during the party, desperate to show you how much you mean to the unit.

Words: 2.2k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Voices boomed from throughout the party venue, which had been decorated with an abundance of green and white streamers and ribbons. This was what made your job as a producer worthwhile-witnessing your idol group, who had spent all their hard work and energy on their new album, be showered in praise at the release party. Seeing the bright smiles and looks of achievement on the members of Switchs faces made all the stress worth it.

You sat down on a sofa, swirling your wine as you watched Natsume make a speech up at the microphone. You could see Sora sitting down close to the microphone, staring up at his senpai with much admiration and respect. He looked adorable in his little suit-like a real cutie-and you couldn't help but feel a smile tug at your lips as you looked at the younger idol.

"Enjoying yourself, producer?" The couched dipped slightly as a familiar face came and sat down next to you.

"Ah, Tsumugi. Yes, its lovely" You took a sip of your wine. "I'm glad everyone is enjoying themselves"

"Hmmm, yeah. Its all thanks to you, producer" Tsumugi hummed whilst taking a sip of his own drink, his eyes not leaving your form. "You put so much effort into our group"

You couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol or Tsumugis gaze that was making your cheeks red and hot, and you were grateful for the dim lights of the room. "Its a team effort, really. I only play a small part in your success" You waved your hand dismissively, trying desperately to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

Tsumugi took another long sip of his wine, his intensive gaze washing over you again. A shiver ran down your spine. You'd never seen him look at anyone like that before, let alone you.

"I think you don't give yourself enough credit" His tone suddenly dropped, a stark contrast to the cheerful one you were used to hearing. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he shuffled closer and your whole body tensed up.

"Tsumugi?"

"Switch would fall apart without you, (name)" His large veiny hand met your thigh, gently stroking the plush skin.

You bit down hard on your lip, trying to suppress a soft moan from escaping your lips. The sensation of his fingers running up and down your inner thigh was enough to drive you crazy.

"You work so hard for us. You reward us so well, but who rewards you? Who takes care of you?" He cooed, his breath tickling your neck as he leaned in closer. His voice was full of lust, laced with the desire to take you right here on the sofa. It was as if the wine had released some carnal urge in the blue haired idol. "Don't you think you deserve a reward?"

"A reward?" It was getting hard to think coherent thoughts as Tsumugis slender fingers gazed over your clothed cunt. You could feel your wetness pooling inside your panties, soaking them.

"Yes, a reward" He placed a sloppy kiss to your neck, biting down softly. "Don't you want a reward, princess?"

The petname went straight to your core. There was no way you could resist him now.

"Please! Please Tsumugi, please reward me!" Your words came out as a rushed moan as he continued to rub up and down your soaked clothed cunt, a lustful smirk appearing on his face.

"Good girl"

With that, he pulled you up. His grip on your wrist was tight-nearly painful-as he dragged you through the party. The two of you received many strange glares and glances as you rushed through the crowd, probably due to the arousal you could feel dripping down your leg and Tsumugis painfully hard member straining his suit pants. You didn't care though. The only thing you cared about right now was Tsumugi.

"Ah!"

You gasped as you were thrown into a storage closet. Tsumugi very swiftly shut the door, clicking the lock into place. It was pitch black in the closet, the sound sounds being the muffled music from the party and your tiny whines and pants.

"Shhh, you have to be quiet baby" Tsumugi purred at you, one hand snaking around your waist to pull you close and the other being placed over your mouth silencing you. You couldn't see him in the darkness, but you could feel his hard cock pressing up against your thigh. "If you can be quiet, I'll make sure to fuck you real good, okay?"

You nodded desperately, tears beginning to prick the corners of your tears because of how desperate you were for his touch.

Tsumugi grinned and removed his hand from your mouth, replacing it with his lips. He wasted no time brushing his tounge into your mouth, the bitter taste of red wine filling your taste buds. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, his movements were almost animalistic as he devoured your mouth.

His hands began to roam across your body, sitting comfortably on your ass. You groaned into his mouth and arched your back as he kneaded and squeezed the soft flesh through your skirt, giving it a light spank.

"Such a sluty little outfit, such easy access for me" Tsumugi murmured as he pulled away from the kiss, a string of sailva drooling down his chin. Delivering another soft spank to your ass, he chuckled slightly. "Just begging to be fucked"

"P-please, need my reward..." You muttered, reaching for his belt. He slapped your hand away, causing you to whine and pout.

"Ah, Ah, Ah. You need to be patient, baby" He tutted, sliding his fingers down the waistband of your skirt.

In one swift motion, he pulled down the garment and got down on his knees. He buried his nose into the warmth of your panties, breathing in deeply.

"You smell so good" He cooed, lapping up the wetness that was dripping from out the lace. A sinful moan escaped your lips as his tounge slid over your clothed clit. Your legs felt as if they were turning to jelly. "Tastes good too"

He quickly ripped the thin layer of lace off your body and discarded them on the floor beside him. You didn't even have time to be embarrassed of your nakedness before the idol buried his mouth onto your clit, sucking it harshly.

"Fucking hell" You cried out, your hips bucking at the contact. You could feel his grin as he continued to suck and lick your sensitive bud. The sensation was enough to drive you crazy.

Suddenly, he pushed his middle and index fingers inside your sopping cunt. He trusted them deep, scissoring them and hitting all the sweet spots inside of you. He began to niddle softly on your clit, flicking his tounge up and down. Your legs shook as you grinded your pussy against his face like a dog in heat, desperately chasing your orgasm.

"M-mugi~ close-Ah!" You whined as he increased the speed of his fingers, smirking against your clit as he silently added a third digit. You were a complete mess. Sweat was dripping down your face and thighs, mixing with the juices down your leg. Your body trembled and shook violently.

"Cum for me, princess"

With one final flick of his tounge, the knot in your stomach snapped. You threw your head back and arched your back, screaming out Tsumugis name. White clouded your vision and you swore you saw stars as he continued to fingerfuck you through your high, your walls clamping down against the digits.

"Such a pretty girl" He retracted his fingers from your hole, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He brought his glistening fingers up to his mouth, licking off the slick and allowing some of it to drip down his chin. "You're so good for me, (name)"

He stood up, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. The mixture of the taste of your own jucies and the red wine was intoxicating in your mouth. You couldn’t help but reach for his belt again, trying to undo it. Your movements were clumsy, long gone any of your previous patience.

"Need you...need your cock now" You whined into the kiss as Tsumugi moved his lips down onto your neck. He sucked and sunk his teeth hard into the skin, no doubt leaving countless hickies and burises.

"I know baby, I know" Tsumugi cooed, licking the pluse of your neck. "I'll give it to you, don't worry. Gonna stuff that pretty little hole of yours and breed you nice and good"

"Breed me!~ Need it so bad!" Any shred of dignity you once had had disappeared, leaving you a horny mess. You tugged harshly at his belt, causing the idol to chuckle and swat your hand away again.

"So needy for me, aren't you princess?~" Tsumugi purred, finally helping you undo his belt and letting his trousers fall to the floor. The outline of his bulge was more visible through his boxers. The sight made you clench around nothing.

He pulled his boxers down, his erection springing free and hitting his lower stomach. You couldn't see such in the darkness of the closet, but you could tell he was big, a very prominent vein going up the shaft. A small puddle of precum was gathered on the tip, leaking down.

You didn't have much time to admire though, as Tsumugi quickly grabbed your waist and slammed you up against the wall, using his own hips to sandwich you between him and the cold brick.

"F-fuck, Mugi!" You cried out as he rutted his throbbing length up and down your folds, coating it in your slick.

"So wet for me" He purred against your ear, nibbling the shell of it. "Do you want it inside?~"

"Please! I need your cock!"

He lined his tip up with your entrance, pushing it in agonisingly slow and drawing out a low moan from your lips.

"G-god, you're so fucking tight baby" Tsumugi hissed into your ear as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him in deeper. Burying your face into his shoulder, you chanted his name like a prayer as he stretched you out. It burned slightly, but it was the best pain you'd ever experienced.

"So big-Ah!" You babbled, digging your nails into Tsumugis shirt and holding on for dear life. He bottomed out inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix and his balls flush against your skin. You felt so full.

He gave you a few seconds to adjust to his size before giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips. "Can I move, princess?" He muttered, hot breath tickling the side of your face.

You nodded frantically, "Please!~"

That was all the prompting he needed. In a swift motion, he pulled out, leaving only the tip inside before thrusting back in brutally and bottoming out again. He set a rough pace, the sound of his balls slapping your skin filling the room along with the squelched noises of your hole.

"Such a good girl, t-taking me so well" He praised you, peppering kisses across your face. "So beautiful"

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a straggled moan as Tsumugi hit that sweet spot inside you. You clawed at his back, the pleasure taking over your mind.

"Yeah? Right there?~" The blue haired idol teased, angling his hips to continue abusing your g-spot. Tears pooled in your eyes, you had never felt this good before. "You like that baby?"

"Yes! G-god, love it s-so much!" You groaned, pulling him in for another heated kiss. You could feel the knot in your stomach threatening to snap again. "Needa cum!"

"Gonna cum for me princess? Gonna milk my cock dry?" Tsumugi's thrusts were becoming more uneven and messy, he was close too. "F-fuck, you drive me crazy. Wanna fuck you every chance I get. Fuck you round with my kids. You want that baby? You want my cum?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Wanna be a mommy, wanna carry your babies!"

With one practically hard thrust, the knot in your stomach snapped for the second time that night. Your whole body spasmed, vision going blurry and your walls clenching and milking Tsumugis length. A loud moan ripped from your throat and you were sure everyone outside could hear you.

"Fuck, (name)!" Tsumugi came not long after you, coating your walls white and filling you to the brim with his cum. He continued to slowly rock his hips against yours as you both rode out your highs, panting heavily.

The two of you stayed in that position for a moment, catching your breath and enjoying eachothers warmth. You felt his member soften inside you.

"Are you alright?" Tsumugi broke the silence, gently pulling out of you and helping you to the floor, sitting down in front of you. "That wasn't too rough?"

You shook your head, resting it on his shoulder, "No, it was amazing. You were amazing"

"Good, I'm glad" He placed a soft kiss to your forehead, rubbing circles on your back. "Do you wanna go back out there?"

"Hm, can we stay like this for a bit longer? My legs are sore"

"Yeah, of course, princess"

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars oneshot #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #oneshot #tsumugi aoba x reader #tsumugi aoba #switch enstars #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut

[sanjisblackasswife]

“Reunion” Sanji x Black Fem Reader (NSFW/FLUFF) Sanji POV

Word Count: 2.8k (Thank u Kazu for telling me how to figure this out lolol)

Bad Summary: After 2 years of being away, you both needed to show each other how much you missed being in the presence of your love for one another.

CW: Soft Dom! Sanji, Needy!Sanji, Eye Contact, Deep Throating, Soft Sex, Kissing, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Tongue Sucking, Cuming untouched, L Bombs, Talks of Pregnancy/Marriage, not proof read.

I enjoyed writing in Sanji’s POV so I’ll be switching from him to 3rd in this. Also I may reference a little bit from “Lady K and the Sick Man”💀

Sanji POV-

2 long years. After 2 long years I got to see her again. I almost didn’t recognize her. I couldn’t move when I seen her on the Thousand Sunny yet I wanted nothing more than to run and hold her, kiss her, smell her I didn’t care I needed to be in her presence again.

All I did was think about her. I thought about her laugh, her jokes, her beautiful eyes that never seemed to stop having that glint when she smiled, her scent I couldn’t get enough of, the way how she fought beside me numerous of times, her soft hands caressing my face after I made love to her, how she always held me in her beautiful breast almost all night playing in my hair, her hot breath hitting my neck frantically as she never let go of me as she was cumming, crying my name over and over again, how her dull nails dug into my back always managing to leave scars,—fuck.

The long nights I had thinking about her were finally over. I missed her touch, I got strong for myself, my crew, and her of course. I wanted to make sure this new go round I keep her as safe as possible. I can’t lose her again. I won’t lose her again.

It’s been so long.

I was told she was in her room, —-dammit I just missed her. I wasn’t sure why but butterflies hit the bottom of my stomach as I went to look for her. I only saw a glimpse of her but I couldn’t believe how much she’s grown, SHE LOOKED SO HOT!

HER TITS WERE LIKE BEAUTIFUL SWEET CARAMEL MARSHMALLOWS

Is that a thing?

HER BUTT WAS A PERFECT 10–SO SOFT AND JIGGLY LIKE A CHEESECAKE

HER BEAUTIFUL SKIN THAT WAS KISSED PERSONALLY BY THE SUN REMINDING ME OF A WARM SUNET IN WHICH IF I STARED TOO LONG I COULD POSSIBLY BE BLINDED BY IT.

I MISSED THIS WOMAN SO MUCH!

Wait no.

I have to relax.

But I cant—

After everybody had set sail after saying their hellos again Sanji went to go look for you. His mind was going a mile a minute thinking about you once more, he actually felt a cold sweat come along causing him to undo his tie a bit.

There she is.

Her door.

My hands were shaking frantically. I knocked on the door and heard a faint “yes?”. I could recognize that beautiful voice anywhere.

“It’s uh…it’s me, Sanji.” I didn’t get a response for a few seconds, I heard her feet approach closer and closer to the door until…

“Hey.”

“Y/n…”

Her smile was just as breath taking as when I last seen it, she always managed to do it with her eyes too, I could have sworn time froze when she opened the door.

I missed her, so much.

She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, fuck she smelled even better than I remembered too. Her body was so soft, her touch was so delicate I just couldn’t get enough.

“Long time no see, Ji.”

I chuckled with her at the nickname she gave me that she seemed to never let go of. It was more than fine though, because it was her saying it.

“You busy? Can we talk?” She pulled away searching my face while cupping my cheeks. I agreed to speak with her of course, I knew the privacy wouldn’t last too long because I had to start the feast soon.

We sat on the edge of her bed, and okay to be honest I couldn’t stop looking at her ass. She looked too damn good. I really tried my hardest not to pass out but from seeing Robin and Nami and more importantly Y/N I don’t think my heart can take all this!

We talked of course, losing track of time once again. I was laid on my back on her bed as she sat up beside me on her elbow playing with my tie. It was almost like we never left I couldn’t stop staring at her stunning gaze.

“When we Land to the new island I wanna show you my new movesssss. I. Y/N. Have gotten quieter stronger.”

“You have! You can show me whatever you like! You look amazing too, my love!”

She laughed hovering over my face, her lips just grazing mine, I started to feel hot again and she smirked noticing and took my cigarette out of my mouth to kiss me finally. She pulled back slowly giggling at me because I didn’t want it to end. AND I DID NOT HER LIPS TASTED SO SWEET AND WAS SO SOFT LIKE A CLOUD—

“I’m surprised you haven’t climbed on top of me already. Did you also learn self control, Ji?” Y/n teased, handing me back my cigarette as I sucked my bottom lip still looking at hers.

“Maybe…”

“Well…” She huffed and got on top of me, oh fuck I missed being under her. “I didn’t practice that much of self control to be honest…and if you want me to be blunt…IIIIIIII kinda been a bit antsy since I seen you arrive…so I ran to my room to calm down a bit.”

“Oh?—don’t Tell me My darling got…flustered?! Because of me?!”

“Shut up.” She chuckled holding her face with one hand, “Maybe…you’re all grown up now…’n stuff and…you look really good…or whatever.”

She was so cute like this. She always had a cute pout. I smile and rub my hands up her waist and thighs. She was wearing this pretty dress that exposed the sides of her thick thighs. Y/N was always so sensitive when I did that and it showed seeing how she jumped when I did it.

As well as her breast.

“I missed you a lot , Y/N… you know many times I—-“

“I know…I did too…I couldn’t help myself I thought about you almost every. Single. Night. Unfortunately—-” Her hands roamed my chest as she started to lower herself back over my face, “….my fingers can never compare to your pretty lips…or something else, but…I don’t wanna get too vulgar.”

I felt my cheeks blush, the thought of her touching herself, thinking of me I—-

Ok i got hard.

You felt the bulge of Sanji’s pants grow below you, pressing so sweet against your clothed cunt and you bit your lip in satisfaction. As much as you wanted to wait until later tonight when everybody was asleep, Sanji just was too predictable and looked way too good.

“Sanji….why don’t you show me how much you missed me…”

“Y/n…”

Her minty breath overcrowded mine somehow, I honestly been aching to fuck her since she opened the door, but I wanted our “makeup” sex to be special. Not just a quickie. She must have seen the conflict in my eyes and kissed me again. It was almost as if her lips washed away any form of concern I had and so I pulled her close to my chest squeezing the fatty mounds of her ass with both hands. My grip was firm making her to gasp and I used the opportunity to swirl my tongue in her mouth.

I felt some spit fall in between our kissing, but I didn’t care how sloppy it was it just made me more turned on to see her again. I couldn’t wait, I muttered a curse under my breath and sat up. Our lips never separated, I was hungry. She was hungrier and we both knew what could satisfy us.

“Get up and Take this off.” Y/N heavily breathed out tugging my pants. I don’t know why or what it was but she loved watching me unbuckle my slacks in front of her. Her eyes looked so full of lust and desire I couldn’t say no. I did. As told and her mouth was agape seeing me pull out my cock from my boxers the entire time—-she was so sexy like this.

She pushed me back a little and got on her knees. We always bickered about who will go down on who first, but right now I didn’t really give a damn she looked so needy on her knees stripping off all her clothing but her panties.

Her pretty doe eyes look up at me as she licks my balls to my cock, her fucking tongue was a weapon of itself I have no idea how the hell she learned these moves considering I was the one to take her virginity. Her eyes rolled back into her head moaning on my cock as it slid further down her wet mouth. I gripped her hair trying not to pull it, but she was making me damn near dizzy and —-

“Fuck! Y/n! Ah!” I moaned out, I came way too fast and she didn’t let up sucking me through my orgasm. I knew we would get so many weird looks when we came out to the crew but I couldn’t care less I had a beautiful woman begging with her lips to suck my dick after being around nothing but men for 2 years I DESERVE THIS.

The pain of overstimulation had my mind already numb, I pushed her closer to my groin, I felt the back of her throat pulsating on the tip and a few inches of shaft. Her nails clawed at my thighs as she dragged out a hum from her throat vibrating on my cock making me roll my eyes back moaning out her name. I didn’t give a fuck if anybody hears I hope that dumbass Moss head does and get jealous.

It didn’t take long for me to spray her pretty throat with my seed again, she always begged for me to cum in her mouth, and at first I didn’t really find it appealing to do so, but fuck that I let her pull away for a second and held her head with one hand seeing drips of my cum fall down the sides of her wet cheeks.

“‘S good?” She sighed scooping some of the cum from her lips and sucked on her finger moaning.

“Stand up.” Sanji commanded, you did as told immediately hearing the rasp in his voice, he kissed your lips making sure he tasted himself and your saliva combined. The taste was bitter, but addicting nonetheless. Sanji kept kissing until he pushed you on the wall to slide off the rest of your thin panties away swiftly and slid his fingers in your cunt. Slightly amazed at how wet you’ve gotten from deep throating him. He groaned at the slimy feel of your warm insides.

“Fuck I missed you—don’t leave me again okay?” I didn’t care how needy I sounded, y/n had to know how I felt. How much she meant to me. I couldn’t wait to taste her again. She was always my favorite sweet, I got on my knees. She blushed looking so embarrassed. I loved having to look up at my Princess.

“Hey. Look at me.” I softened my voice, “I have to see your face, baby. Remind me how you look when you cum—“

I didn’t give her anytime to reply I pryed her legs apart and placed her free hand in my hair before I opened her pretty pussy apart and sucked on her clit. I fucking needed this so bad. Her slit was so wet and so ready for me I grabbed her ass against and pushed her pelvis into my face completely.

“Oh Sanji!” Her moans were like a melody, I felt my cock twitch at every cry she did for me and to think I’m the one causing her to feel this good made me groan inside her I could almost feel myself getting ready to cum right with her.

“I missed this pussy so much…” I mumbled with her clit in between my lips tugging it a little and sucking carefully. I had a deeper craving so I threw her thigh on my shoulder and tongue fucked her mercilessly.

“I’m so close! Sanji—pleaseee ah!” She swayed her hips to the rhythm of my tongue . I felt my orgasm approach too.

“Cum—cum in my mouth..”

Just like the good girl she was she even squirted a little too, she tasted perfect. I felt myself leak and make a mess of the floor, but hopefully she didn’t mind it.

She began to shake in the legs, I didn’t mind I would catch her if she tried to fall anyways, picking her up I started marking her neck while moving her to the bed. I was overwhelmed with ideas; doggy style? Sideways? Matting press? I couldn’t think as I toyed with her slit with my fingers and sucked and licked her neck.

“Sanji…please..put it in…”

No time to really think if my Princess wanted my cock right then and there I just rose up a bit and slid myself right in. Words cannot explain how incredible she felt. It didn’t compare to any toy I got or my fist AT ALL.

She cockwarmed me for a moment. I Just couldn’t get myself to move. I knew if I did I’d probably end up cumming again. But my Princess was impatient feeling herself move her hips on her own so greedily causing me to fall all my weight on top of her giving her neck weak kitten licks.

“Baby w-wait wait I—“

“Please Sanji…ah! I need it! I need you!”

I couldn’t be so rude as to ignore my sweetheart’s wishes. I was still so Sensitive from already cumming 3 times, but I didn’t care she had to be taken care of.

“F-fffuck!” I strained out my mouth setting the pace of my strokes. My hips were stuttering against hers and I was too focused of fixing my thrust she grabbed my face to kiss me oh so passionately.

“You feel so good, Sanji….” Her soft words made me slow down and grab her body tightly against mine. She curled her legs around my waist not wanting to let go of my lips, moaning and crying out. She was so tight my mind was in a blur, we kept panting in between kisses to breath. We couldn’t be more closer and I loved it. Maybe it was because it’s been so long or maybe it was because I was too drunk off her amazing pussy to realize but she had already just came on my cock and I was still pumping her full.

“Sanji!”

She repeated my name in broken syllables with each drag of my cock as I went faster. I felt myself about to cum, I wasn’t sure why but I moved off her lips and rose up to grab her headboard. I saw the slightly excitement in her eyes as I pushed back her legs further, she held them tightly. I glanced at her glistening pussy spasming and clenching around me almost as if she is trying to keep my cum inside her. At this point I wouldn’t mind.

Seeing her pregnant with my seed growing inside her make my heart flutter but it also made my cock harder.

I began to snap my hips harshly against her ass not missing a beat, the grip I had on her bed caused it to bang loudly against the wood wall. I knew at least one person could hear us from outside I didn’t care I just wanted to see her cum on me again. Her breast were bouncing against her thighs, her eyes were rolled back, drool was falling from the side of her mouth.

Fuck I can cum just by looking at her face.

Y/N started to bite her own arm, which made me know she was about to cum. It’s so cute how she bites so much when she is so close. I slowed down just enough to kiss her. She loved kissing as she was reaching her high too. I massaged and pinched her sensitive nipples while she cried out. Feeling her twitch all over me made me cry out too. I never had a better orgasm before in my entire life.

Maybe that 2 year break was needed because that was probably the best sex I’ve ever had with her.

Once we settled down she started to let out airy laughs looking at my sweaty pink face peppering me in kisses.

“You good, baby?”

This girl’s voice is ganna drive me insane.

“I’m amazing. You’re amazing!” I melted in her touch before she buried me in her soft rounded chest. I couldn’t help myself I did latch onto her nipple sucking it a bit as she massaged my sweaty hair.

“Mmmm.” She sighed pecking me pushing me in closer, after a few seconds i let her nipple slip out of my lips and kissed my way up to hers.

“I know you Gatta get up in a second, but I’m glad to be with you again…I love you, baby.” She wiped my wet cheeks.

“I am too…I love you more, my love.”

I was going to get up, but just a few more minutes of being in her embrace …

It felt like home again being in her arms.

#one piece #TimikosSanji #one piece headcanons #black reader #one piece smut #one piece x female reader #sanji #sanjionepiece #sanji imagine #sanji x black reader #sanji x reader #one piece x black!reader #black foot sanji #sanji smut #female reader #one piece scenario #x female reader

[rickfucker]

10 Ways to Say I Love You (young!Rick Sanchez/Reader) - Pt. 1

I have hit my follower goal!!! thank you all so much for reading my nonsense and giving me a follow. it’s literally always been a goal of mine to be one of those popular fanfic writers and idc if that’s silly.

Link to the inspiration for this ficlet. 

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young!Rick Sanchez/f!Reader 3441 Words - SFW CW for Explicit Language, Canon Compliant Violence, & Minor Character Death

One

Though the windows are only tinted by the dark blue of the outside, the fluorescent lights of the meeting room are plenty to wake you up. Your head is only being held up by your hands, which are only being held up by the heaviness of your head. Simple physics that plagues your existence.

Other members of your fleet chat away with one another, the gross smell of eggs filling your nostrils. It makes you internally gag; not enough energy to even fully commit to that. Once you have to get up, you’ll make your tiny Styrofoam cup of tea with the scorching hot water sitting readily in front of you. For now, you just welcome its warmth on your hands through the plastic.

Leave it to Rick Sanchez to convince you that going out to that stupid Interplanetary Club the night before a mandatory morning meeting was a good idea. The man was too charming for his own good. Definitely for yours.

Your stomach churns as you take meditative inhales through your nose and exhales through your mouth. If it really turns out to be worth it, you aren't going to decide until after this feeling subsides. 

You lift your head as you sense someone's presence at your table. Speak of the devil.

His signature smirk adorns his face as he takes a seat diagonal to you. He looks fine. Great, even. You glare at him.

It only makes him laugh, a sound that tickles your ears but bangs against your skull. You hide your head in your crossed arms.

“Oh, come on. I didn’t get you that drunk, did I?” You can hear the smile in his voice.

You sigh deeply, your voice groggy as you start to speak. “You should know by now that my tolerance is shit compared to yours.” You shoot him another glare. “And clearly my refractory time, as well.”

“Ooh, talk dirty to me, baby,” he flirts, but you’re too tired to be bothered by it. 

The night was mostly a blur of drugs and dancing and colorful drinks handed to you - which you drank without question. You trusted Rick in a sense. More like you trusted Birdperson, and they trusted Rick.

He was fighting the same cause you were. He was a bit brash, but it was a welcome change from the rest of the people on your team. You had gotten sick of the polite, forced niceties that came with sharing a living space with a hundred other aliens. Rick is a wild card, named a rogue. His motivations are unclear. But if there is one thing you really know about Rick, it’s that he knows how to party.

A lot of the things he came into the club with were incredibly rare and hard to find. Even if Rick didn’t have the greatest attendance record when it came to anything that didn’t include firing guns, you can’t imagine he has that much time on his hands to go hunting down illicit substances. 

But he’s always there to take someone down when he’s needed.

“I’m surprised to even see you here. You usually skip these, don’t you?” You prop up on your elbow, letting your eyes adjust to the bright light. You take note of the two to-go cups in front of him. Earthly looking.

“Noticing when I’m gone, hm?” He lays it on thick, one lengthy hand wrapped around one of the cups.

You point at the free cup with a questioning look, curiosity officially piqued. He gives mock surprise.

“Oh, this? Ye-yeah, I may have made a pit-stop while I was deigning to show up.” He smiles, pushing it your way. “Two sugars, right?”

Your mouth falls open as the smell finally wafts your way; coffee. Your hands immediately wrap around its warmth, mouth falling open in awe as you look at him with wide eyes. 

“Shut up!” you whisper. “Where the hell did you get this?” Another rare commodity around here. You had switched over to caffeinated green tea, but it just wasn’t the same. Especially during a hangover.

“I can’t divulge my sources.”

You smile at him while you take a sip. You relish in its heat and bitter aftertaste. “I’ll take it.”

You don’t think to ask how he knew your order.

--

Two

When you wake, your room is still covered in darkness. Your hand flies to the digital clock on your nightstand. 2:35AM

You flop back onto your bed with a sigh. Most nights were like this; you either struggled falling asleep or staying asleep - at your worst, both, spending your night counting the ceiling tiles. 

You can hear the sound of hushed voices outside of your room and into the shared hallway of your fleet members. You didn’t function on a typical schedule most times. Most other solar systems didn’t even subscribe to time in the way of weeks, months, and years. The present is only the present. There’s a yesterday and a tomorrow, but time doesn’t really exist beyond our perception of it.

You think you prefer the daily trials of life with that mindset in clutch.

You eye your door longingly, silently wishing you had just made plans for tonight instead of turning in your bed for hours on end. You need to catch up on sleep, yeah. But trying your best to sleep whenever you can clearly isn't working for you.

There’s laughter and footsteps. Shushes followed by more demure giggling. The sound slowly fades out of your peripheral hearing, your eyes closing in defeat.

They snap open to the quiet, quick succession of knocks on your door. You furrow your brow as you flip the blankets off, making your way to the entrance while pulling your robe tight around your waist.

Your hand print scans beside the door with a blue light and a beep, the aluminum sliding open to reveal a somewhat disheveled Rick, dressed casually and leaning on the door frame.

Your eyes squint to adjust to the hallway lights. “Rick?” A glance to your right reveals the rest of the group has gone, leaving the two of you alone. “It’s two in the morning.” You cross your arms in indignance, trying your hardest to look annoyed.

He speaks in a whispered frenzy. “Yeaaah, yeah. Listen, listen. So, BP and I went to the cantina after hours to steal some of the good cereal ‘cause if I have to eat bran one more fucking time I’m gonna- gonna blow up this whole f-fucking station - and there were these other crew members trying to break into the main office to forge some shit. Get this: This chicks best friend slept with her boyfriend - like who gives a fuck, right? But they were gonna fake a mandatory transfer for this guy to get ‘em out of our station, so I helped, and now we’re gonna go stink bomb this chicks room while she’s out in exchange for whole milk for the fucking. Cereal! Do you want to come?”

You blink at him. 

You could describe Rick as many things. Intimidating. Charismatic. Mysterious. 

Upon getting to know him better: childish.

It was never unwelcome and was almost always charming. You could watch him 180 in a team meeting - from planning an assassination attempt to whispering flustering mnemonic devices in your ear for each of your crew members in the room.

You glance back at your messy bed, a sad reminder of what you know you’re missing. But yeah. You do want to go.

A sound passes your lips, somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, shedding your robe and going for one of your sweatshirts instead. He whispers a ‘yesssss’ with a punch of his fist in the air. Your smile grows.

“Only if I can have the kind with the marshmallows.” you add.

He grins. “A girl after my own heart.”

--

Three

You barely had time to register it in the moment - an enemy’s gun pointed toward one of your own. Your finger twitching on the trigger, shooting the alien dead like second nature. When you angrily met the eyes of your teammate, leaving their station and ducking out from everyone's eyesight, you barely shot the offender down in time. 

Rick wasn’t paying attention.

No, his back was turned. He was alert when you spoke to him, but not toward the fight at hand. 

“Rick, what are you doing?” you yelled from across the room, your voice quiet among the lasers, pistols, and the burning of your ambush explosives.

“Don’t worry about me,” he replied, his eyes hard. He took off. You didn’t see him until long after the mission was over.

You catch him hanging low in the hallway by the cantina. Rage flares in your nostrils, and you shove him before he even knows you’re there.

He stumbles a bit to the side, shooting a crazed look at you with an accompanying ‘what the fuck?’

“What the fuck was that earlier? Abandoning a mission?”

He protectively covers where you pushed him with a hand, rolling his eyes but softening. “How about you worry about yourself, sweetheart.”

You scoff. “That fucking mosquito almost shot you, idiot.”

His lips turn down. An annoyed scowl you’re so used to seeing. “Right, my bad. Forgot to pick up a thank-you card.”

He presses the right buttons, your fingers fisting and stretching out anxiously by your side. The flicker of the fluorescent lights makes you nauseous. “Don’t be a dick,” you say dumbly.

He crosses his arms. “Be- because ambushing me and starting a fight was so fuckin’ polite of you.”

You sigh, ignoring him. Your eyes glance up and down the hallway to make sure no one can hear you, though you’re not sure why. “What were you doing?” you whisper, your true curiosity spilling.

His arms fall away, turning. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he deadpans.

Your anger turns way into disappointment, and suddenly he’s walking away from you. “Rick-”

“Hey.” His voice has a bite, annoyance or warning, you don’t know. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

It shuts you up, stops you dead in your tracks. You stand there and watch him walk away, wanting to blow your head off for a reason you can’t explain. Why did he piss you off so much? Why did you act so stupid? If you were trying to express concern for him, which you told yourself you were, you did a shit job at showing it.

You awkwardly nod at the others hanging around down the hall as you pass them on your way back to the cantina.

--

Four

Your tray of boring cafeteria food sits untouched and cold to your left. You don’t have much of an appetite these days.

Your fingers are occupied with spinning the tiny screws that hold the fluid component sturdy to its top. You’ve never thought you had overly manly hands until this moment. Your fingers are stubby and huge and tinted red from being stabbed by the screws flipping out of their sockets from the pressure. 

You aren’t particularly gifted with in-field tech, but you’re trying to improve. Which is why you repeatedly refused the help of your friends when you complained to them about the gun malfunctioning. You should learn these things in case of an emergency. You should be self-sustaining.

The screw slips back out of the socket and you curse as it scratches your cuticle, slamming your fist on the table - maybe a little too hard. You reel in your frustration in hopes nobody heard it and is looking at you like you’re crazy from past your peripherals.

You eye your abandoned tray with exhaustion, reaching for your water. Your hands burn as they scrape against the plastic cap. 

He appears then, just to the left of you, body leaning cooly against the table. The look in his eyes spells trouble to you, his brow raised in questioning. You take a long sip of your water while Rick’s eyes meet yours, glance down to the pile of hardware in front of you, and look up at you again. 

You set the cup down, willing yourself to keep his eye contact though your body tells you to break it. “What?” You finally ask.

He nods toward the pile. “Looked like you were having some trouble.”

His tone isn’t exactly mocking, but given the last conversation you’d had with each other, there was no telling if he only came over here to get back at you for poking the bear, or if he was actually trying to be helpful. He’s too nonchalant; you can never quite get a proper read on him.

“No trouble,” you say in as neutral a tone as you can, “I’m figuring it out.” That sounded more sure in your head.

“I could take a look at it,” he offers, but your stubbornness wins out.

“I’ve got it handled, Sanchez.” Well, that was a little too aggressive.

The longer he stares at you, the more you shrink under his gaze. He looks away for a moment, working his jaw in what you can tell is annoyance, before he’s moving into your personal space. He leans onto both his elbows propped on the tabletop, just close enough that you instinctually scoot back. He looks up at you, now. 

Suddenly, your mind goes blank.

“Come on. Let me fix it.” 

The close proximity leaves you speechless. Your heart picks up speed. Your stomach churns.

It’s just sour enough that you immediately recognize the feeling.

You simply nod, eyes dancing off his face, scared that your voice will fail you if you speak.

He only flashes you a small grin, one that makes you go even stupider, before stealing your equipment in an armful and sitting next to you. He gets to work right away. When he undoes the handiwork you had put in, you don’t even question it. You knew Rick was a scientist; an engineer. He was responsible for a lot of the equipment the fleet used - explosives, armor enhancements, ammo. And you definitely weren’t going to be touching that gun again until it was fixed lest God smite you.

You sit with silence between you, your eyes not leaving his hands at work for even a moment until he’s finished. Your gun, somehow, works better than it had when you first received it years ago.

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Five

You squeeze your eyes shut tight, counting each beat of your heart as you try to slow your breathing. You calculate it’s racing somewhere past 150, and if you’re going to get out of this alive, you need to not have a panic attack. 

Isn’t your body supposed to function on auto-pilot in times of distress? You’ve been in plenty of fights. Your hands, your arms, your chest; your body branded the kind of scars you only get from years in the force. On the front lines, at that. You’ve been shot, burned, stabbed, everything short of torture.

So why is now the time that your body decides it can’t move?

The mission was supposed to be routine. You were picking up a supply drop with one other team member, Doss. You were often paired together because of your particularly complimenting skill sets and fighting styles. You didn’t mind marching into battle with melee weapons, swinging batons and punching your way through any situation you encountered.

Doss, though? He was a trained recon sniper. He stayed back to watch your six. You would scout out locations together, catch enemies when they weren’t looking, steal supplies, and get the fuck out without so much as a scratch on your knuckles.

Not today.

Food rations were getting low, so that was your number one priority. Medical supplies came next; as much as you can carry on your back. You had walkie’d back to your teammate from the inside after filling your packs to no response. You knew what protocol told you to do from here; hold your position and wait for backup. But you were an idiot who didn’t follow protocol.

You worried on your lips when you tried to make contact again. Static. Nothing.

Doss was on the outskirts of the building, half dilapidated and abandoned. You hadn’t been to this location before, but you were assured of its neutrality and safety. 

It was uncertain if it was a planned ambush. If you were in some group's territory and didn’t know it. It certainly wasn’t the Federation. They had particular styles that gave them away.

You made your way through the halls back to the front entrance, moving slowly. You abandoned one pack, too much to carry on you while trying to be inconspicuous. You heard the voices, saw shadows as you ducked behind a wall. How many were there? Six, seven, maybe… There could be more outside, out of range for you to hear. 

Still no sign of Doss. 

You can feel the tears pricking at your eyes, burning in a humiliation you can’t explain. You should have stuck together. You didn’t want to admit it. 

They’re filing in slowly, now, and you can hear the voices getting closer to you as you skirt down the hall and quietly shut a door behind you, a shaking hand dialing on your walkie.

“Supply team seven to base, please respond.” You keep your voice low, though it shakes with the sheer effort it’s taking you to not fucking cry.

No response. 

There was no way you could fight the lot of them. You didn’t come prepared with a firing weapon. Your power fist wouldn’t help you if you got shot.

You try again with no response. Your walkie was still working properly, no signs of malfunction. Who the fuck is manning the radio servers?

You squeeze your eyes as they burn, wiping your cheeks as you try to come to your current reality. You do the first thing you can think of. What were the chances he even kept his walkie on him? 

You dial Rick’s number and extension.

You take a shaking breath, pressing down to talk. “Rick, I swear to fucking God, please have your walkie on you right now.”

The static crackles for a moment, and you silently count your blessings before the rough melody of his voice breaks through the tiny speaker. 

“What is it?”

You laugh quietly, hysterically, reminding yourself to add Rick’s existence to your list of blessings. “There was some kind of ambush. Or we aren’t where we’re supposed to be. I don’t fucking know.” Your voice wobbles. “Doss is-” a hiccup, “he isn’t responding, Rick, I think he… There’s so many of them. I don’t- I don’t have anything, I-” Word vomit that you can’t stop, tears now freely flowing down your face. 

His voice stops you. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

You’re hyperventilating just a little, and the first wave of relief washes over you. You don’t bother responding. 

You stay vigilant, furiously wiping your tears away as you wait for him, for some signal that you’re going to make it out of this alive. Raiders and marauders were all over the place these days; you weren’t the only side getting antsy against the Federation. As it turns out, the void of space doesn’t consider the enemy of it's enemy to be it's friend. Unknowns are always enemies.

When Rick shows up, it’s without grandeur. He grabs you to leave out the front door, and your eyes gloss over the wasted aliens that he took out before he found you cornered away. He took them all out himself, it looks like. You don’t know how. A single human of all things taking out a whole swarm of raiders? You would be criticizing his work ethic in any other circumstance, but only now does your body fall into autopilot. Blood and guts all over the floor, now on your shoes as you scrape them against the hard concrete outside. 

You see him, Doss, or at least, what’s left of him. Face down, by the looks of it, brains and blood splattered against the ground in a sight that would normally make you queasy, but you don’t feel anything.

They sniped the sniper. It probably happened so fast that it was relatively painless. He didn’t suffer. You say it to yourself over and over again. He didn’t suffer. He didn’t suffer.

You leave the planet relatively unscathed, though Rick bears the blood splatter of your enemies, already fading into the worn leather of his duster.

He says nothing to you, but you feel his eyes on you the whole way home.

#rick sanchez #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez fanfic #young!rick sanchez #young!rick sanchez x reader #rick and morty fanfic #mesa writes

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Corpse Party (Jamil Viper)

Thank you for 1000 followers! Hope you enjoy the Horror Event!

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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Requested by @zozomind

⚠️ Mentions of gore; horror (this one is pretty light, though, to ease you guys in)⚠️

“Jamil, give me your paper for a sec.”

Jamil hands the little piece of paper he found in his uniform pants’ pocket to (Y/N), worry bubbling inside him at her tone of voice. They are already in a terrible situation, and her palling face is not helping the anxiety settling inside his stomach.

He had gone to sleep in his bed last night, tired of a long day of school assignments and babysitting Kalim. His girlfriend had suggested a sleepover, and he had gladly guided her to his room and to his bed, the cold nights of Scarabia the perfect excuse to have her glued to his chest. He had fallen asleep in the warmth of love.

Only to wake up in his uniform, in the middle of a decaying room, a ripped piece of paper in his hand.

Jamil tries not to think of his awakening, but any moment of silence is enough to bring back the memories of the room and its previous occupant. The holes on the floor that guaranteed a painful fall into absolute darkness—by the Seven, had that glowing spot he saw in a glance an eye?—, the windows were so tainted by time that light barely came through—though there doesn’t appear to have any light outside—, the desks and chairs broken into sharp pieces—sharp enough to do damage if someone were to be pushed onto them—, mold and cracks crawling up the walls.

The blood leaking from under the fallen cabinet.

The severed fingers it bathed.

He’s not sure if he’s thankful he didn’t wake up alone, or if he hates the fact (Y/N) had to see it too.

They had fumbled with the door, luckily finding it open. She had thanked not switching her uniform to a skirt when she almost scraped her knee on the debris they had to walk over to leave the room, and in a different situation, Jamil would’ve laughed at her antics, but it’s hard to laugh when he feels like he swallowed three gallons of tar. The hallway they end up in is not in a better condition than the room—the classroom—they first woke up, though at least there is no smell of blood.

…

… there is no smell of nothing. 

The air is so incredibly stale, it’s as if it was denied of smell, despite the very clear mold spots and decaying wood. The smell of rot should be present like a shadow, and yet, there is nothing. That is true for sound too, instead of the occasional crackling of wood, there is no noise unless either of them move. It makes him feel like they’re the odd ones here.

“Jamil…”

“What is it?”

(Y/N) looks sick where she’s standing, clutching the pieces of paper—one hers and one his—in her hand, and Jamil can only shuffle closer and throw an arm around her shoulders in the hope of fortifying both of them. There’s no breeze in the hallway, but he feels a chill. They had considered going inside another room, but Jamil reasoned that if they got cornered in a room, they’d have a hard time running. So they stand there, in the dingy hallway. She gives him the paper back, instructing him vehemently to never ever lose it, and he does as she said, slipping it in his sock with ease. She does the same, and they both smile at the act.

“Ok, what now?”

“... hear me out first, ok?” he raises an eyebrow but nods, silently waiting for her to continue. “There’s this story, back in my world, about a group of friends who made a ritual. The ritual involved saying a phrase a bunch of times, enough times for every person involved, and then ripping a paper doll apart.”

She nods when his eyes widen, and suddenly the piece of paper in his sock makes him feel much heavier. That explains why she looked so scared when he showed her the mysterious piece of paper, no doubt the memories of the story she knows rushing to the front of her mind. No wonder she’s constantly looking around, as if checking for something.

The good news is that at least one of them know what’s going on.

“If done correctly, the ritual would bond everyone together.”

“And if it failed, they’d be sent to this place?” a nod. “What is this place, even?”

“Well... multidimensional nexus. Multiple planes of existence, one on top of the other,” Right. Ok. So not only are they in a different dimension, but they’re in one made of multiple layers. “There’s also a time anomaly.”

“Of course there is. So? What ending does the story have?”

“It has multiple endings, the best one being the one where every survivor leaves… Except it does need everyone alive to be present.”

Very comforting. The shadows created by the dull light seem to be dancing mockingly, and said faint light seems to be taunting him, trying to make him believe in its illusions of safety. The word “survivor” makes it clear: death here is not off the table. It might be the table itself, if the room they woke up in is anything to go by. His heart quickens and his breath hitches, and he can feel his hands tremble in the need to hit something until he wakes up from pain. He wants to wake up, he wants this dream to end, he wants the dread building up inside his own bones to be nothing but the result of a nightmare after a tiring day.

Jamil knows he is awake.

Jamil knows it.

Jamil is aware.

What a terrible gift awareness has become.

“We need to leave, now!” (Y/N) whispers, taking his hand in hers and pulling him along.

Grounded by her touch, he finally hears it.

Creaking of floorboards.

Sound.

There’s a pungent smell of blood and ash getting stronger and stronger.

Smell.

They quickly make their way to the nearest room, wincing when they see what was once a functional human body hanging on the wall like some macabre piece of art, blood and other fluids dripping from the garbled mess of flesh and bones. There’s no time to stop, the footsteps are getting closer. They get inside the room, the girl gagging at the rotten smell attacking their senses. Almost as soon as he closes the door, they hear footsteps approaching. It’s difficult to say if they belong to an adult or not despite Jamil’s trained ears.

The thing stops at the door, and now Jamil can hear a low, gurgled sound coming from it, like it was trying to speak with an open throat.

Both of them jump when there’s a loud hit to the door.

For a moment, Jamil is certain the creature will break the door and reach them, but it does not. Instead, it seems to… laugh? Deep in its throat, it laughs, as if mocking someone inside the room.

There’s a sound of something falling.

There’s a smell of blood and guts.

Something inside the room.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #horror event 2022

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Your writing is so cute 💕 How about a fic with Ler Kurogiri and Lee Shigaraki ❤️ like Tomura is pouting about something and just being an overall brat and Kurogiri steps in and puts him in his place. This fandom is so starved for wholesome Shiggy content it’s insane.

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My Hero Academia: Sulk no More.

ANON IM SO SORRY!!! This one got buried so fast I missed it 😭 I'm not very confident with writing Tomura yet, but I felt I had to try after missing your ask! I hope this is somewhat what you were after!

Summary: Tomura hasn't left his room all day, so it's up to father-like Kurogiri to sort the grump out!

Tw: None

Lee!Tomura, Ler!Kurogiri

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"Has anyone seen Shigaraki today? He never showed up for lunch." The resident father figure of the League of Villains, Kurogiri, asked as he peered into the lounge where the rest of the gang were relaxing together.

Spinner looked over his shoulder at the smoggy man, shaking his head. "I went to check on him earlier, but he just told me to go away. Figured it might just be one of those days for him so I let him be."

Kurogiri sighed. These days were becoming far too frequent. It was bad for Tomura's health to spend so much time moping in the dark. "Right. Thank you, Spinner." With that, Kurogiri headed to the dry boys room, knocking on the door a few times.

"Go away..." A husk voice answered. He wasn't even going to find out who it was knocking.

"Shigaraki, it's me. May I come in?"

"You deaf? I said go away."

The rude comment made Kurogiri's temper fluctuate slightly, but he took a deep breath, managing to calm himself. There's no use in getting rowdy with him, it would only make things worse. "I'm coming in, make sure you're covered."

Carefully, he pushed the door open, seeing nothing but darkness and the faint silhouette of Tomuras bed frame, a bundle of blankets upon the mattress. About Shigaraki sized.

"Shigaraki, please come and eat something. You'll get sick otherwise." He coaxed, switching the light on, earning a grumpy hiss from the boy as he pulled his duvet over his head.

"Not hungry." On que, his stomach growled.

Kurogiri gave an amused chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing a reassuring hand on the pile of duvet. "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you? Maybe I can-"

"I said no! Geez, you're so clingy. Just go away already."

Once again, Kurogiri's blood raced. Why did he have to put up with Tomura's childish behavior and rude comments whenever he's in a mood? He shouldn't have to put up with it. "You know what, Tomura? I've had enough of this. We all have bad days, I know, but you don't have to be so cold towards us."

"Uuuuh!" Tomura let out a loud huff, tossing his quilt back. He was wearing his pyjama trousers and a big hoodie, along with his special three fingered-gloves. "I just don't want to hear anyone's voice right now. Okay? I don't know why. And I don't care either. So just piss off!" He glared at Kurogiri, hoping that was enough to make him leave.

"Tomura... I have had it!" The smoke exclaimed. "I'm sick of you talking down on me like this! You need to remember your place." He grabbed Shigarakis waist, suddenly, spidering his fingers up and down his skinny frame.

"Urk! K-Kurogihihiri! Get off!" The boy tried to remain tough, gritting his teeth as he attempted to fight off his friend's attack. "Cut it out!"

"Apologise for speaking to us in such a way, and I'll consider stopping." Kurogiri smiled, he never really intended to harm the boy. He knew scolding him normally wouldn't fix anything.

The skittering fingers shifted upwards, digging into Shigaraki's underarms. "AH! No-!" He bit his lip as his arms slammed to his sides, holding his breath. He wasn't going to break easily. This only made Kurogiri more determined.

"Oh, so we're playing the waiting game are we?"

"Mhm!" Shigaraki shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut and curling in on himself.

"Very well. Let's try this." Kurogiri retracted a hand, quickly squeezing just above Tomuras knee making him jerk away and let out a flurry of giggling.

"Hehey! Don't- Ahahaha!" The tickling attack continued once his defences were opened up, with Kurogiri switching between squeezing his hips and knees.

"Stahahap! Stop ihit! I-I mehehean it! Kurogiriii!" His hands grappled with his attackers, not sure which tickled more or which to stop.

"Heh, still very sensitive aren't we?" Kurogiri teased, looking at Tomura's scrunched expression as he laughed freely. "Hehe, tickle, tickle, tickle~ I remember you always liked when I tease you." He chuckled, watching the villain's cheeks and ears heat up to a rosey pink.

"Shuhut up! D-Don't say th-AH!" Whilst he was distracted by the tickling, Kurogiri quickly swiped up Shigaraki's wrists, pushing him onto his back and pinning his arms over his head. "Woah! Hey! Nonono! Kurogiri I'm not kidding- Ah! Don't you dare!"

"Here we go, now, are you going to come and eat?" Kurogiri asked, straddling the boy's waist, wriggling fingers poised to attack.

"No! I'm not hungr-IHIHI! NOOO! AHAHAHA!" Tomura cried out as Kurogiri attacked his worst spot, scribbling and poking at his now vulnerable underarms. He arched his back, kicking his legs wildly.

"Stahahap! Damn ihihit! You f-AHAHA! Get OHOFF! GAHAHAAAA!"

"What do you want for dinner? Hmm?"

"I-I dohon't AHAHA! PLEHEHEASE! *snort* aaaAAAHAHA!"

Kurogiri paused, shocked by the sound. His eyes smiled. "Well that was amusing."

"Plehease, no more- GAHA! No!" His head flung backwards, burying into his pillow as Kurogiri attacked again, clawing at his belly.

"Go on, one more snort and we're finished."

"I-I cahan't control it! Ehehe! That's nohot fahahir!"

He was so embarrassed by this weakness of his. He'd never hear the end of it if the rest of the group found out.

"ALRIGHT! Okahahay! Stahap! Plehe- *snort* Oh shihihit!"

And just like that, the tickling hands retreated and Kurogiri removed himself from Tomuras lap, sitting beside him instead. "Feeling better now?"

Shigaraki reluctantly gave a nod, not daring to look at him in fear of looking silly. "Guess I am hungry now..."

Kurogiri chuckled, petting his boy's head. "Alright. Come to the kitchen whenever you're ready. I'll whip up something good."

#bnha #mha #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #lee!Shigaraki #ler!kurogiri #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rachi roo

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𝘖𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐𝘟 (𝒪𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑅𝑜𝓊𝓉𝑒)

Times Have Changed

Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: Badly written fight scenes, Passing out, Reader is in her Nymerian form so her English isn't the best, The p.o.v switches between Third person and Second person a bunch, A/N: I'm sick, so bear with me. I'm not gonna do the ending scene unless y'all want me to. I don't think Nakia would introduce someone she just met to her son, no matter how much Shuri trusts them. Especially since she kept Little T'Challa a secret from Shuri and Ramonda for a while.

Y/N sat next to Shuri, in her Nymerian form, both in their suits. Warriors of the Jabari and River tribe were walking to the ship with M'Baku and Nakia leading them.

Nakia walked over to stand with the couple. "Morning."

"Morning," Shuri replied.

"If we survive this, I want you to know you have a home with me in Haiti," Nakia said, placing her hand on Shuri's arm before looking at Y/N. "You too, Y/N."

Y/N ignored her in favor of messing with the set of arrows Shuri made her. Shuri looked over at her, placing her hand on Y/N's leg.

"Both of you, take my hands," Nakia ordered. Shuri grabbed one of Nakia's hands, and Y/N sighed as she placed her hand on Nakia's. They watched Nakia's eyebrows lift as she looked at how the Nymerian's hand engulfed hers. She shook her head before looking between the couple.

"Breathe," Nakia said, watching them follow her request before sighing softly. "Shuri, I want you to be honest with me. Who did you see when you took the herb?"

Y/N tilted her head, her face hardened as Shuri snatched her hand from Nakia's.

"If you go to war for vengeance, it will not fill the hole left from potential loss. It will only grow, and it will consume you." Nakia leaned forward, reaching out to place her hand on Shuri's shoulder, deciding against it when the Nymerian glared at her.

"It already has."

Sighing softly, Nakia looked at Y/N, who pulled Shuri into her embrace. Her body wrapped around Shuri's, shielding her from view. They close their eyes for a second, but they hear a faint roar. They look up and see a dragon flying towards them. Its scales are black, and its horns and spinal plates fade into white and red.

"Nuru," Y/N mumbled, slowly standing as she waved for nearby warriors to clear a spot as Nuru flies toward them at high speed. Once it becomes clear it won't slow down, the warriors murmur in panic. 

Right when she's about to crash into them, Nuru lands and her Nymerian form now stands. Red paint on her face and down her chest to the bottom of her stomach with a white border. Her hair flows to her shoulders, parting around the horn on her head.

She steps forward, bowing her head at Y/N. With a thick accent, she speaks softly, "Hello, Taraji."

"𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, Nuru," Y/N greeted, nodding once. "𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞."

"𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬-"

"Nuru will help fight," Y/N interrupted, turning to Shuri. The Panther nodded, glancing between the pair with narrow eyes.

"𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞?"

Nuru's tone is curious, genuinely concerned. You tilt your head to look at your attire, your ears twitching in bafflement. Your suit completely covers your body, different from Nymerian armor, which wears less clothing.

"𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞," You explain, turning to show Nuru the suit. The shorter Nymerian reaches out, her hands softly trailing the blue lines.

The clothing had vibranium sewn into it, made with the ability to stretch and mold to your body as you shift between forms. On your back was a bow that could be dismantled and turned into twin daggers or extended into a spear.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝," Nuru says, smiling at the carvings she put on the bow before looking back at Y/N.

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬."

.

Right before everyone left, an army came along with your Grandfather. Dragons were floating in the sky, carrying warriors in giant crates. They'd spoken about staying out of the fight until given the signal, a Nymerian battle call.

You were squatting on the ship next to Nakia and M'Baku. Shuri walked to the front of the ship, lifting her fist and shouting, "Yibambe!"

"Yibambe!" Everyone chanted, M'Baku glancing at Y/N when she stayed silent. One of the aircraft shot at the Talokans, which they all dodged. Her eyes were trained on Namor, watching him rise from the water, ready to throw his spear into the front of the ship.

"Choose, Taraji. Your home and ally? Or Wakanda?" Namor asked, tilting his head at the Nymerian. 

Y/N whistled.

After a moment of silence, screams from the Talokans rang out as one by one they were pulled underwater. Quickly grabbing her bow, Y/N shot Namor in the shoulder, forcing him to drop his spear into the water. He ripped the arrow out, twisting it in his fingers before looking straight into Y/N's eyes.

"𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘕𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯!"

He flew towards Riri, who shot at him, but Namor dodged each blast. He grabbed an aircraft and threw it at the ship, watching everyone duck as it exploded at the back end. The Dora Milaje jumped off a side of the craft, Jabari holding them by a wire attached to their backs. 

Y/N shot each Talokan that tried jumping out of the water before grunting when a spear chopped a pair of her twists off. Y/N grunted, shooting a bow and watching it pierce his skull.

"Riri, how's it going over there?" Shuri asked, shooting a Talokan out of the air. A faint screeching sound drew her attention straight at the Nymerian sliding down the wall.

"Mr. Griot, I could really use that backup right now," Riri said, ignoring Y/N's sarcastic quip. The Sunbird shot up from the water, firing at Namor, who flew up to avoid it. Riri flew after him as she mumbled about her being faster than him.

"Gotcha!" Riri shot Namor, and he fell out of the sky, landing right in the Sunbird. "It's all you now, Shuri!"

Y/N placed her hand on Shuri's face, her hand covering the side of Shuri's face. "Return."

"I'll come back," Shuri mumbled, placing her hand over Y/N's before jumping onto the Sunbird. Y/N climbed up the side, occasionally kicking a Talokan back into the water.

Shuri landed in the Sunbird, and Namor looked at her with a taunting grin. "Princess."

"No," Her helmet came off. "I am the Black Panther! I'm here for retribution!"

Evaporation cells, activated.

Namor looked at his hands as everything began spinning and his brain vibrating. He looked up at the red lights dehydrating him. Shuri tilted her head at him, "What's wrong? You need a glass of water?"

Riri landed and ran to Y/N, "Yo, we got him!"

"Namor has been captured!" Nakia ordered.

M'Baku looked at Y/N, and when she nodded, he shouted, "Back to Wakanda!"

The Jabari pulled the Dora Milajie up, and Riri flew back into the sky. The ship began to turn before a blast came from under the warship.

"The Sonic Emitter has been destroyed," A woman explained.

Whale calls grew louder as they grew closer. M'Baku looked at Nakia just as Y/N crouched next to them. "That can't be good."

"Hold on something!" Y/N ordered, and tons of water bombs went off under the ship's side, tipping it over slightly. Those who weren't lucky enough to grab something fell into the water only to be killed by the Talokans.

"Shuri," Y/N called, grabbing a Dora before she fell off the side.

"Go on."

"Yip!"

With one comes thousands. Bird calls echoed around as Nymerians flew with the sea, others pulling Talokans under the water and finishing them off. Faintly, Y/N heard Aneka shouting a war cry before joining the fight with Okoye.

Attuma jumped from a whale onto the ship with more Talokans. "𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱!"

"Okoye kill Attuma," Y/N ordered, jumping into the water to fight Talonkans away from a Dora. "Riri!"

"I gotchu sis," Riri grabbed the Dora and flew her onto the ship. Namora stabbed her spear into Y/N's stomach and twisted before jumping onto Riri.

Y/N landed on a scaly exterior that brought her body back to the surface. She looked down, her hand covering the wound, and smiled at Nuru in her dragon form.

Hearing M'Baku call her name, Y/N climbed the back of the ship. Y/N waved Nuru away before walking to the Jabari leader. The dragon cooed before diving and flying away, eating a few Talokans surrounding the ship.

"Taraji!" Amani pulled her towards the back of the ship and away from the eye of the fight. "𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬."

Y/N slung an arrow between them and sliced Amani's cheek. Stumbling back, Amani rubbed his cheek before looking at the sticky purple liquid on his hand. He lunged forward, aiming for Y/N's head. 

He grunted when she dodged and used her bow to smack his neck. The sudden smack of it against Amani's skin caused his eyes to widen as he gagged.

Recovering quickly, Amani smacks an approaching group of Jabari into the Dora before rushing towards Y/N knocking her to the edge of the ship. Flipping up, Y/N redirects Amani's spear away from him, allowing her to knee his stomach.

A sharp pain erupts from her stomach, and Y/N sees nothing there. Shuri. She takes a deep breath, glancing at Amani's approaching form, before breathing. "𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚."

Shuri flipped over Namor and rose to her feet. Namor raised his fists, breathing out, "𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘹."

A soft coo from above drew Shuri's attention to the dragon on the mountain behind Namor. Shuri chuckled softly while glaring at Namor, "Wakanda Forever!"

Nuru roared, blowing a stream of fire at the pair just as Shuri's helmet came over her head, protecting her from the heat. Namor fell to the ground, his body covered in burns. Shuri kicked him onto his back as her helmet came off.

Picking up a nearby Dora spear, Shuri's mind drifted to all the pain he caused her, all the pain he caused Wakanda, and the pain he caused Y/N. Holding the spear against Namor's throat, her mind drifted to her the similarities between them. Her people, his people. Both have a country to lead and protect. Namor lost his mother, and Shuri lost hers.

"Shuri." Shuri blinked, looking up and seeing her mother in the ancestral plane. Ramonda smiled softly, speaking firmly, "Show him who you are."

"Yield," Shuri looked down at Namor, "And Wakanda will keep your secrets. Yield, and we will leave you alone."

Namor stared at her. In his silence, Shuri continued, "Vengeance has consumed us, but we cannot let it consume our people."

"I yield."

"May the ancestors save us if the panther doesn't hurry up!" M'Baku shouted as the Talokans surrounded them, blocking them from the Nymerian fight. M'Baku, Nakia, Riri, Okoye, Aneka, Ayo, and what was left of the Wakandans were forced to the front of the ship. Nymerians tried helping but were kept back by the remaining Talokans and the whales in the sea.

"We may be going to join them," Ayo said, jabbing a Talokan in the arm when he reached for Aneka.

"If so, let us take as many of them with us!" Aneka chuckled.

Amani kicked Y/N's bow off the ship before slamming her into the ground. Just as he went to stab her abdomen, he gasped before falling to the side. Y/N sat up, looking at the gaping hole in Amani's stomach.

Everyone looked over, noticing one of the aircraft hovering towards them. Shuri and a defeated Namor stood on it. Namor raised his arm, "𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴! 𝘎𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳!"

All of them lowered their weapons and kneeled, doing their Talokan salute. Y/N growled, shoving Amani to the side before standing.

"Taraji!" Shuri shouted, waiting for the Nymerian to look at her. Tilting her head, Shuri looked between Y/N and the approaching Nymerians. She smiled softly when Y/N hissed softly before turning away.

"𝘽𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚!" Y/N sighed in defeat as she waved her hand at the Nymerians. The Nymerians lowered their weapons, saluting to Y/N before diving into the ocean while others hopped onto their dragons.

Y/N kicked Amani into the ocean to the hands of the Nymerians. Carefully walking to the Wakandans, Y/N huffed as she looked down at Aneka and Nakia leaning against her legs.

Shuri looked to her people, "Wakanda Forever!"

"Wakanda Forever!" The Wakandans repeated, crossing their arms over their chests.

Shuri planted another purple herb in the ground of her mother's tombstone. Similar circles of the heart-shaped herb were grown in front of her brother, her father, and past members of the Golden Tribe.

After a moment, Shuri stands and inhales sharply before turning to the trees. You sit on a branch, one of your legs hanging off the side swing softly. Shuri smiles as she walks towards you. She lifts her arms, giggling when you lift her to straddle your lap. 

Her arms wrap around your waist, tucking her face into your neck. Your arm wraps around her, softly rubbing her sides as you hum.

"Turnip!" Y/n shouted, yanking Riri into a back hug and spinning her around. Laughter echoed throughout the lab. Placing Riri down, Y/N sighed as she stepped back into Shuri's embrace. "You got everything?"

"I'm set," Riri assured, glancing between the new couple. "Y'all sure the police won't be waiting for me at the airport?"

"Don't worry. I took care of that, but you might wanna slow down on your homework for higher reasons." Shuri joked, taking Y/N's arms and wrapping them around her shoulders.

"You said you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Your suit," Shuri sighed, nodding slowly. "It's a great design, but I can't let you leave with it."

"That's cool. Figured the least I could do was help Wakanda clean up my mess." Riri smiled assuringly, glancing at Y/N, who was shaking her head. "Especially since T told me not to make it."

"We got something for you," Y/N said, taking Shuri's hand and waving to Riri to follow them to a covered figure. Y/N nodded to the covering and smiled when Riri yanked it off. "Took us a while to find all the parts."

"It's my dad's car." Riri smiled softly, leaning her forehead on the car roof before looking back at the couple. "We used to work on it before..."

"You don't have to," Y/N whispered, stepping forward to rub Riri's back. Shuri nodded from her place tucked in Y/N's side.

"Y'all sure this is it?" Riri asked, opening the driver's side and glancing around the interior.

"Every part. We'll ship it to Boston, and it'll be there before you arrive." Shuri explained, watching Riri close the hood. 

"Bring it in, man," Riri smiled, lifting her arms around Shuri's neck. She huffed before standing on her tiptoes and lifting another arm to yank Y/N into the hug.

"That's enough affection for the month," Y/N mumbled, stepping away from the laughing pair. 

"Miss William's transport has arrived."

"I'm gonna miss you, tiny," Y/N sighed, eyes trailing her friend's face. 

"You not coming back?" Riri asked.

"I've got some things to take care of," Y/N shrugged, pulling Shuri into her side and kissing her temple. She glances back at a grinning Riri, "You'll cover for me?"

Riri nodded, "You know I will."'

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[trickstarbrave]

i wrote more concubine au stuff.

this is part 2, you can find part 1 here

i dont know why this has such a vice grip on my brain

once again content warnings for abuse being discussed, sexual assaulted mentioned, slavery, drugs mentioned. that will prob be for the whole concubine au even tho its mostly horny shenanigans of acting like they are concubine and master

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Voryn waited anxiously for Nerevar to wake up, looking over the report the healers gave him. 

After being stripped, Nerevar had far more injuries on him. A few burn marks. Whip marks that healed and scarred poorly. Heavy bruising both internal and external on his stomach from being kicked repeatedly. Showing some signs of malnutrition. His body also showed signs that he was developing a dependance on skooma and was also taking, as the healer noted, “some hack-job birth control potion no one should be drinking, let alone so often”. 

It made Voryn feel sick to his stomach. His bright, shining guard and closest friend had suffered so much--and for what? His heritage that he had no control over? Because some smug bastard saw his pretty face and wanted him all to himself? Had Voryn known this would happen, he wouldn’t have let Nerevar out of his sight. He would have sent Gilvoth away from the stronghold and kept Nerevar close. 

Of course, such feelings of anxiety, hatred, and a desire violence that had been stewing in him the past 24 hours were not just due to seeing his friend suffer. 

Gods, Voryn was heartbroken that the man he had been so painfully in love with had been hurt so severely. Voryn would have done anything to switch places--to bear that suffering in his stead. But then he felt selfish for feeling such a way. Was he truly angry that Nerevar suffered? Or was he subconsciously angry it meant he had even less of a chance to truly tell Nerevar how he felt and have a relationship with him? That only compounded his guilt and made him more miserable. Did he have a right to be so upset over what Nerevar went through? Was he overstepping boundaries? Being upset for all the wrong reasons? Voryn didn’t know. Perhaps he never would. 

“Lord Dagoth,” A healer came, giving a short bow. “Nerevar has awoken.” Those three words spurred him into action and terrified him all at once. Did Voryn have any clue what he was going to say to Nerevar? Not one. He had no idea how to approach this, what to say, or how to comfort him. Yet he found himself drawn to the room, unable to stop the hurried steps, anxiously and desperately wanting to be close to him again. 

The room was quiet as he entered. Nerevar laid there, eyes closed, but the position he was in and the faster rise and fall of his chest gave away that he wasn’t asleep. 

“Nerevar…” Voryn breathed, moving to kneel beside his bed before taking Nerevar’s hand carefully. In response, Nerevar gave a firm squeeze back, his eyes cracking open to look at Voryn. 

“... Hey.” Nerevar croaked, giving a half hearted grin. Voryn gave a soft smile back, his heart swelling. Gods, despite everything Nerevar was still the same, wasn’t he? Trying to grin and act strong and cunning, just as he always did. 

“How are you feeling?” Voryn asked, unsure of how to start the conversation. 

“... Like shit.” Nerevar sighed, closing his eyes again. “Nothing new with me lately though… I usually feel like shit when I wake up.” Nerevar smiled softly again, his thumb stroking against Voryn’s hand. “The healers gave me something for the pain so… Hopefully I’ll be feeling better soon.” 

“Gods do I hope so…” Voryn breathed, gingerly stroking some of the hair from his face. “Even with the healers you will need time to recover, so just for now… Focus on resting, alright?” Voryn would even join the healers if needed, making a variety of potions to help heal Nerevar’s body. But the most important thing he needed right now was rest—lots and lots of rest.

Nerevar shifted slightly with a soft groan. Voryn hushed him gently, helping him move to a more comfortable position. He was thankful he had them keep the lighting low, the curtains drawn shut and very few else. No doubt his head was throbbing after being so intoxicated.

“Did you… Kill the bastard?” Nerevar asked, his voice quiet.

“The Morag Tong took care of it.” Voryn answered. “Perfectly legal and above board. Though I doubt House Dres will kick a fuss about him being dead.”

Nerevar gave a heavy sigh, though Voryn could tell it wasn’t in relief. His face was still twisted in the way it always was when he was thinking over a difficult problem.

“If it were that easy I would have just murdered him and run away.” Voryn raised an eyebrow. He had assumed the man was careful around Nerevar, keeping him bound in chains until he was physically too weak to put up a fight. If Nerevar had the chance to kill him and run, he thought Nerevar would have taken it. “Legally though, I am a slave.” He sounded disgusted saying such a thing. 

“What happened exactly?” Voryn asked, now eager to hear the full story. If there was a problem with their situation, full context would help him sort it out rather than leaving Nerevar to stew on it.

“I went to the mainland looking for work. Ran into my uncle who was working as a scribe or something for some nobles. He seemed to feel rather guilty about just up and leaving me in Kogoruhn, so he offered a bed for a few days while I looked for work…” Nerevar sighed.

“Had he been lying?”

“No—no, he was being honest. I stayed. Had some food. We discussed my mother a bit but to be honest I didn’t want to find out all that much about her or anything.” Nerevar’s mother was a sore spot for him. All he knew was she just left to go hunting one day and never came back without giving him so much as a goodbye. He didn’t have many fond memories of her because of this, and didn’t enjoy talking about her. “But it seems my stay managed to piss off the Ra’athim noble he worked for. He ended up getting stabbed—non lethally at least—for hiding me. I ended up in chains the second I woke up in my shitty little apartment I rented.”

“And they shipped you off to House Dres.”

“Exactly.” Nerevar groaned. “That bastard Anaryl was the first noble to look at me. He thought he might be able to just send me to the saltrice plantations or even force me to work as a guard, but during my… ‘Physical’,” Nerevar nearly gagged just saying that word. Voryn didn’t need to be told the details—they likely had him stripped down in front of the noble without even a thread to cover him. “He took a… Special interest in me we’ll say and decided to take me home.”

He no doubt saw Nerevar as some kind of fetish and conquest, something that made Voryn’s blood boil. But he tried to remain calm, letting Nerevar continue.

“After that I tried nearly everything to get away. Tried sneaking out. Tried bribing guards with sex. Bribing city guards—fucking anything…” Nerevar put his arm over his eyes, looking ashamed and defeated. “They didn’t help me out, not out of fear of Anaryl--they refused because they knew the other House Dres nobles would come after them if they did. Anaryl could die a thousand deaths or even be murdered by some skooma addict in broad daylight and they wouldn’t give a shit. But they did care about keeping me in chains.”

“Why you in particular…?”

“The Ra’athim clan took a pretty big offense to me going free, I guess.” Nerevar sighed. “Or at least that noble had a major stick up his ass… He paid them good money and told them if I’m seen walking free there would be hell to pay. Said it was disgraceful I was allowed to serve as a free guard for a great house and got tutored alongside their young lord.” Voryn’s eyebrow twitched, more rage bubbling away inside him. They were using the fact he cared for Nerevar against him, trying to punish him further all because Voryn didn’t see him as lesser. 

Perhaps if Voryn hadn’t been so attached and affectionate, this wouldn’t have happened. But Voryn refused to dwell on that thought, shoving it aside. He refused to blame himself for this. How was it his fault he wanted to be with his friend? That he had a crush on the white haired chimer with such a mischievous little smile and even more sly personality? It wasn’t. It was the stupid, bitter Ra’athim clan who clung onto blood purity like the foolish Altmer in the isles their people left long ago. They saw Nerevar—a gorgeous, intelligent, powerful mer—and decided his existence disproved their warped ideology, so they wanted to bring him low.

“And after my constant attempts at breaking out, I made more than a few enemies among the Dres nobles…Not to mention some others in the house are starting to speak up against slavery, which is threatening their profits.” Nerevar made a disgusted look. “You killing Anaryl they’ll have no problems with, especially with the guild. They expected him to die sooner or later. What they will have a problem with is you stealing a high value, expensive slave of theirs and trying to set him free. They’ll take it personally, and march up here ready to drag me back.”

“They—“ Voryn opened his mouth to snap that they would take Nerevar over his dead body, but he knew this was more serious than that. If this had been the Telvanni they would have let it go. Voryn killed a man and took what he was owed. If they found traces linking Voryn back to the ‘theft’ he could offer a trade to have them look the other way: spell scrolls, ancient tomes, some dirt on enemies, Dwemer metal, or even just gold depending. But House Dres were stubborn and would appeal to the courts rather than sort it out themselves. And Voryn knew legally they would win that case, regardless of what he wanted. Voryn would be let go with nothing more than a slap on his wrist given his status, but they would drag Nerevar back and punish him even more.

“… What do you suggest?” Voryn asked, his voice low once more, now hollow. He thought he had done everything right: he found Nerevar, killed the man holding him, and brought him to safety. He couldn’t bear having Nerevar ripped from his arms again.

“… I had a few plans in mind.” Nerevar began, removing his arm. “Very specific plans I was never able to put into motion, but now with some freedoms… They may work, though they’re less ideal.”

Of course. Clever, clever Neht would have been thinking ways out of this.

“What plan do you think would be the best?” Voryn asked. “Whatever it is, I’ll make sure it happens.”

Nerevar gave another long, drawn out sigh, closing his eyes.

“House Dres won’t stand to let me go free.” He began. “And they didn’t think highly of Anaryl, not trusting his judgment.” No doubt if Dres Anaryl hadn’t been the first person to lay eyes on Nerevar, the rest of the nobles wouldn’t have let Nerevar fall into his hands. “But we can use that against them.”

“How so?” Voryn raised an eyebrow.

“You can forge documents that make it look like he sold you to me.” Voryn blinked. “They’d have less of a legal case against you. The only problem will be they’d doubt it, and want to see it in person.” Voryn had to pause his thinking, letting the sentence sink in. Just as it was dawning on him what Nerevar was suggesting, Nerevar continued. “They might try to claim it’s fake at first and catch you out on it, but if they see you treating me like a slave and concubine, they’ll have even less in court.”

It was true. Even if they tried to take it to court, any judge would roll their eyes and send them out. Voryn would have the slave paperwork in order, no witnesses to the ‘deal’ being made, and treated Nerevar as a slave. As far as the court would be concerned, they’d have no proof of actual theft. Dres Anaryl was sometimes quite foolish, making poor deals or losing coin gambling. They can dislike it all they want, but as far as a judge would be concerned they would just be making a fuss over a shitty deal Anaryl made himself, throwing around accusations to try and double cross Voryn.

“Not to mention, since I’m disliked by several of them,” Nerevar continued, “They’d probably get a sick thrill knowing my ‘former friend’ bought me and was using me. To the point they’d laugh it off and go home, regardless of if you ‘stole’ me or not.” Another valid point, using their own sadism against them would be beneficial. There was only one problem with the plan that had Voryn so tense:

It meant treating Nerevar as a concubine. Flirting with him, touching him, kissing and groping at him… Probably more, to make it seem convincing. 

What torture it would be to have to touch and hold the man he loved dearly, but have to act like he didn’t mean it in private. Would he be able to stay sane? Would the mask slip? 

No. Voryn couldn’t afford to worry about that now. He could unpack it later, deal with it on his own time. Right now this was their safest bet to keep Nerevar safe. Once they left, Nerevar could enjoy a few years of peace in Kogoruhn before they figured out a new act to allow Nerevar freedom.

“… If you think it would be for the best,” 

“Voryn,” Nerevar reached over, taking his hand once again and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “If you don’t want to, I can think of something else.”

“No no,” Voryn shook his head, “Your plan is sound. If anything I’m just… Afraid I’ll hurt you more in our act. That’s all.” He could give a little white lie. Say he was only concerned for Nerevar’s sake alone.

Nerevar gave another soft smile, warmth dancing in his eyes. “We can take some precautions.” Nerevar reassured him. “Lay down some ground rules of what’s completely off the table. Get a safe word or two. Not to mention practice before they come knocking at our door.”

Ah, already the word ‘our’ was making Voryn’s heart flutter. But he shoved that feeling down; he could savor that tender affection for later, in the privacy of his own room.

“Well, I’m certainly thankful I was trained in seduction and torture then.” Voryn joked, earning a snort from Nerevar. “I suppose those skills will finally be of use.”

“I guess they will.” Nerevar gave a lopsided grin back, before reaching out to affectionately stroke Voryn’s cheek. “… I also trust you more than anyone.” Nerevar’s voice was soft and tender now, vulnerable. “I know you’ll take care of me and protect me.”

“I will.” Voryn swore, holding Nerevar’s hand to his cheek. “I’ll do whatever it takes. We’ll figure out our roles and how we’ll act once you’ve healed up and I’ve sorted out the paperwork.” Voryn could have kissed Nerevar from how beautiful he looked with that expression, but he held himself back. Instead he savored the feeling of Nerevar’s hand against his face, resolving himself to do everything to keep Neht here, right where he belonged.

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[beaker1636]

Single Lyrics Chapter 4 - Ryan Sitkowski

AN: This one got a little more emotional, which I felt was needed. It is time to start bringing some more of the drama into it. I really enjoyed this chapter and I hope that you guys did too!

“As soon as you can, will you get a fever reducer for Violet?  She woke up with a fever which doesn’t surprise me with her being sick but we don’t have any and I don’t want to drag her to the store,” you text Ryan, who is in the venue for the show which should be almost done by now.

You pull the fussy little girl into your arms and move back to her little room in the back lounge, happy that they made a small rocker fit in there so the two of you can cuddle up and rock, hoping that you can bring her comfort while she doesn’t feel good.  You lightly rub her cheek with your thumb while you talk to her, letting her know that she’ll feel better soon and that you and daddy will take care of her.

You hear the guys come on the bus but you don’t acknowledge them or go out towards them, wanting to keep her happy so you softly sing to her as you hold her to you, singing a song that your father always sang to you when you were little that was a comfort for you.  You have your eyes closed as you relax into the rocking motion, trying to let her know that it is alright to relax some.

The door opens but you don’t notice until you finish the song and open your eyes, noticing now that Ryan is in front of you with a syringe of medicine for Violet with a soft expression on his face, watching the two of you.

“Heaven is still your go to comfort song huh? Yet another way that you have surprised me, after all this time when you or someone else needs comfort that is still your go to,” he says softly, stepping next to you and Violet so he can bend down and give her the medicine that she needs, one of his hands brushing against your arm as he does.  You’re not sure why the touch brings a butterfly feeling to your stomach but it does and you hate yourself for it.

“Dad always sang it to me when I was sick, or had nightmares or whatever as a child.  It means a lot to me and is always my go to when I am taking care of people.  It’s another way I keep his memory with me,” you say softly, glancing away because you don’t want to acknowledge the tears that are starting to build in your eyes.  

“I always wished I could have met him, thank him for raising an amazing daughter because from what you have always said he sounds like he had a great influence on you,” Ryan says gently as he lightly takes Violet out of your arms and switches you places.

“For example, I am pretty sure that anyone else would never have agreed to help me like you are doing… and you are amazing towards her.  There is never anything I can do to thank you for taking care of her, this last month you have blown me away with how great you are with her.  Even when she is sick today I could see so much patience and love when you were in here with her when I walked in just now, just thank you,” he says softly, hoping that he didn’t just make you uncomfortable.

“She makes it easy to love her,” you say before turning towards the door and leaving, going to your bunk so that you can distract yourself from your thoughts only to bump into Vinny, who can tell something is wrong.

“Hey, are you okay? We don’t leave for a little bit if you want to go for a walk, clear your head. I’ll go with you,” he offers, a smile on his face as he watches you wipe your eyes to brush tears away.

“That would be nice actually, thank you Vin.  Let me grab my jacket, yeah?” You say before remembering that Violet had thrown up all over your hoodie. “Nevermind, I forgot I can’t use mine right now until we stop somewhere and I can get it washed.”

“Here, take one of my hoodies,” he offers, digging in his bunk before grabbing one and handing it to you. “Come on, let’s go.”

The two of you get a couple weird looks when you both leave together, but only because of the time.  Everyone has been able to tell that you two have become close friends in the time you have been on tour with them so they don’t bat an eye at that.

Vinny walks for a while with you in silence, not sure what to say or if he should say anything right now.  All he could tell was that you were crying when you left Violet with Ryan and he is worried about that.  He isn’t sure if the two of you have had a fight, or if bad memories came back but he really doesn’t like to see you upset.  He can also tell that you are starting to feel things for Ryan again, but he hasn’t brought it up to you either because he isn’t sure if you are ready to talk about that or if you are aware of how you feel yet.

He eventually gives up and decides to ask what he has been wondering. “Hey, what’s wrong? I just want to make sure that you are okay,” he says softly, his steps slowing down as he looks over at you.

“Nothing, I was singing to Violet and Ryan recognized the song and said something about how I have always loved it.  It reminded me of my dad, and even though it has been years it brought up memories of how he used to sing it to me when I was little and sick or scared.  It made me miss him a little bit is all,” you admit. “And then Ryan made a comment about how he always wished he could have met him, and for some reason that just made me miss him more.  I don’t know why, it just hit me tonight.  I think it is because we are coming up on the anniversary of his death and while it has been so long it still hurts having that reminder that he isn’t here.”

You don’t realize that your tears have finally started to fall until Vinny reaches out to pull you into a hug, rubbing your back to comfort you as he lets you cry it all out.  “It’s okay to still be upset, everyone still wants their parents sometimes no matter how old they get.  I can’t imagine not being able to talk to mine when I need to.”

“It was when Ryan said that he wishes he could have met him that got to me, because I actually intended for him to meet my father when we dated years ago.  That was the trip that dad never came home from, he was supposed to meet him when they got home.  He was there for me a lot back then and those memories hurt to have too, because,” you cut off, realizing what you are about to say and stopping yourself from saying it.  Knowing that if you admit it that it suddenly will be real and you aren’t ready to accept that you are starting to want Ryan back in your life like that.

“Because you miss those moments with him? Because you still love him and wish he could have met him before he died?” Vinny asks, giving you a knowing look when you suddenly look startled and glanced away from him, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, I don’t love him. I love how he is with Violet, that he is a great father and that is just getting to me, all guys are attractive when they are great with kids, that is all that it is.” You quickly spill, trying to cover your tracks, to not let it show that he is correct and that you do love Ryan still.

“You can deny it but I can see it, you aren’t upset about missing your father, you are upset because you can’t talk to him about everything you are feeling, that you never got the chance to introduce him to Ry and get his opinion.  You know, he isn’t a young idiot anymore and I think he really cares about you too.” Vinny says, slowly starting to lead you back towards the bus.

“No, you can’t tell me he cares about me too when he doesn’t.  He proved that all those years ago and I refuse to let myself get attached again especially now when there is a child involved in the equation.  I can’t hurt myself again like that, and I don’t want her to get mixed in and close to me only to lose me too.  She already lost her parents; she doesn’t need to lose others who care about her.” You say, now starting to get frustrated.  Starting to wonder why you agreed to this job because you know that you are going to get hurt in the end.  Whether it be because you give in and let him back in your heart so that he can break it again, or because you break your own heart by walking away on your own from this little girl you have fallen in love with and this man that you have never been able to let go.

“That makes a lot more sense now, you aren’t even upset about any of what has happened.  You are scared that you might hurt her and make her feel the loss you feel from losing your father if things don’t end well in some way.  Whether it be you quit or something happens with Ryan.  Sounds like you have a lot of thinking that you need to do, maybe you need to resign before this goes too far if you genuinely see this ending badly.  Listen, I don’t want you to get hurt and think you need to do what you need to do.  Take some time to think, figure out what is best for you and for Violet, I don’t think that you should consider Ryan because after the shit he did to you I don’t think it should matter what he wants.  Just think about what you want, and you can talk to me if you need to,” Vinny says before stepping back onto the bus, both of you dropping the subject. 

You slip into your bunk, not in the mood to be social and also because Vinny is right.  You have a lot that you need to think about, to figure out and the sooner you decide the better it will be for you, Violet and ultimately Ryan.  You just can’t help but wish that it was easier to decide, that you didn’t feel selfish for worrying about yourself for once.  You pull your stuffed duck close to you as you let a couple stray tears fall again, confused and conflicted about what you need to do.

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[suiseisyojo]

to belong in a magician's hat.

「sakasaki natsume x akiyama reine // natsurei + platonic wataru」 ↳ commission for @kunehori ! wc: 1,592 a/n: thank you sooo much for commissioning me! kohaku and i thank you dearly♡

They say a single rabbit is a lonely rabbit—that they’re social creatures who thrive in having company. But for Reine, who has always been on her own, she found herself occluding the radiance she didn’t know she had by hiding in the shadows and small, makeshift burrows away from others.

How long has she been doing this?

“Are the lights not fixed yet?” Natsume’s mellifluous words caressed Reine’s ears as he leaned over her petite frame, golden eyes probing the way her fingers moved punctiliously across the control panel.

Shaking her head in disappointment, Reine’s vexation towards herself bypassed the way the tips of her ears brightened up from the propinquity between her and Natsume. “I can’t seem to figure out the timing between the third set and the chorus⋯ No matter how many times I adjust it, it’s always off somehow⋯”

The noise of the booth’s door creaking open resonated within the compact space, galvanizing the pair into leering over at Anzu who had just timorously stepped inside, her voice meek yet filled with benignity as she asked, “Do you two need some help?”

“Ah, Kitten♪” Natsume’s eyes appeared to twinkle as soon as Anzu padded in, those elusive and charming sparkles making Reine’s heart ache. “Little bunny and I are trying to rearrange the lights for Switch’s upcoming Live.”

“I don’t mind taking a look at it,” Anzu proffered her expertise, glancing between Reine and Natsume as they made way for her to examine the panel, “Switch always has elaborate light shows during their performances. It can be pretty tricky.”

The way Natsume and Anzu talked to each other⋯ it was cordial, familiar.

“Thank you; you’re already familiar with how we like them to be. And I want the lights to be perfect, because 「I want my special someone to look at me and fall for me」,” Natsume sent a wink towards Anzu as he beamed.

Reine didn’t like it. She didn’t like it at all; and yet, she still wanted to see that twinkle in Natsume’s eyes forever.

“Um⋯ I-I’ll leave you two to it here,” Reine stammered out before she could even make sense of the entanglement of harrow and pain twisting in the pit of her stomach, “I should go check on Sora-kun⋯!”

And before Natsume or Anzu could even bid her goodbye, Reine rushed from the booth—all while ignoring the pair of eyes that followed her figure.

✧.

In the palm of her hands, Reine gaped at the stars scintillating there—wanting to stop them from slipping through her fingers, yet slowly cleaving her hands apart in order to fulfill their true potential.

Ever since she bound herself to a personal contract, Reine had been making subtle (or at least in her eyes) efforts to garner opportunities for Natsume and Anzu to be alone together; or to have them think of the other.

Unfortunately, each attempt, no matter how little, exacerbated the queasiness coating the seams of Reine’s body.

Why did she have to feel so sick all the time? So tired? So exhausted in a way that only leaves her feeling worse?

Asleep in the sunshine, with her silhouette still standing, Reine was incognizant to the boisterous and spirited presence approaching from behind her.

“Ta-da!☆” Copious doves went flying around Reine as Wataru popped up next to her head, cheek almost pressing against hers. He only ascertained she was startled awake when she relinquished a panicked squeak. “Oya? You were asleep, Usagi-chan?”

“Y-Yeah⋯” Reine heaved an anxious exhale as a yawn soon followed, her glossy lips parting cutely.

“No wonder my birdies were reluctant to pop out! My apologies,” Wataru expressed his contrite with a sigh of his own, his hands promptly gripping her waist as he guided her to the nearby benches, “Still, it’s dangerous to sleep in the middle of the walkways!”

That’s when Reine realized her location outside Yumenosaki, small body being nestled down by the ever-eccentric senpai. Even she knew she never would’ve done that normally—falling asleep in the open? Without hiding?—and she had no choice but to blame it on the pulsating pain searing her core.

Was she allowed to feel jealous when she’s the one trying to pair two people up? When she’s the one stabbing herself over and over again?

“I know, I’m sorry,” Reine apologized to Wataru, albeit she could tell her own tone was disheartened and gloomy when she hadn’t meant to sound so execrable.

“You seem trouble, Usagi-chan,” Wataru observed smoothly as he sat himself down beside her, silvery locks descending over his shoulders as his head tilted towards her, “I’m a pretty good listener; I’ll hear what’s plaguing your heart with sadness♪”

Wataru talked even funnier than Natsume, but Reine supposed that’s because he is the one who taught Natsume a lot of his magical tricks. Could she even trust Wataru with her own feelings like this? They hadn’t really interacted much before⋯

“I-I’m not sad,” Reine corrected, strained voice and half-lidded gaze betraying her want to stay calm-and-collected, “I’m disappointed all my efforts aren’t being seen.”

“Your efforts? You aren’t talking about your work as a producer, are you?” Wataru hummed, his shrewdness once again bursting forth like confetti from a true magic show.

“No⋯ I’m talking about Natsume-kun and Anzu-chan,” Reine elucidated, trembling fingers playing with the hem of her skirt as she gathered her hands in her lap, “I’ve been trying to help them get closer, but it just hasn’t been working.”

Reine wanted them to hurry up and realize their feelings so that she can start to stitch together her broken heart; start to pick up the shattered pieces and heal. Because she was in love with Natsume.

“Oh, Usagi-chan, you’re trying to play cupid?” Wataru suspired with sympathy in his words, reaching his hand forward to tilt her head up with his fingers, “It’s not working because you’re pulling the arrow from your own body.”

Perplexity suffused through the aperture leading to her thoughts, and Reine couldn’t fathom the unorthodox articulation. “What do you mean, Wataru-senpai?”

“You’re trying to make the vestiges reach somewhere they were never supposed to be,” Wataru further said, only magnifying her confusion as his finger pokes over her chest, “the magic you’re looking for is already long gone.”

Wataru was definitely an even weirder wizard than Natsume.

✧.

Reine couldn’t understand what Wataru was talking about, the equivocations behind his remarks feeling more akin to a curse than a spell, and she continued to be left alone with her thoughts as she rested her head upon an abundance of towels whilst curling herself into a ball.

Images of Natsume’s enthralling visage coruscated in her head as her eyes fluttered shut, the way he looked at Anzu—the way they talked and laughed together. It hurt.

Natsume was the one who pulled her from burying herself completely, who’s dazzling smile and spells saved her time and time again. And here she was again, trying to conceal herself after all the protests she’s lived through.

Squeezing her eyes shut with more force, as if her negative thoughts impelled her to do so, Reine bawled as the door to her nesting spot was ripped open.

“Found you~♪ You were in here, little bunny,” it was Natsume’s countenance that enveloped her vision as her blue irises blinked rapidly, lashes flitting, “You sure love this broom closet.”

“H-How⋯?” Reine faltered in her words as his appearance before her obfuscated her mind, nearly causing her to blank out, “No, what are you doing⋯ Were you looking for me?”

Crouching down onto his knees, Natsume bowed himself down to her diminutive height as she remained laying on the closet flooring; cleaning towels and rags cushioning her body. “Why did you run away earlier?” he questioned, squinting his eyes to evince an iota of tetchiness.

“Run away?” Reine swallowed thickly, perceiving that faint annoyance in Natsume and wanting to cringe away from it. She knew what he was alluding to, yet she was too bewildered to properly talk with him.

“As if you have any business with Noeri-senpai. You’re so obvious,” Natsume in spite of the festering defeatism felt his lips curving into a unbridled half-grin, “You always have the same excuse when leaving. Are you trying to be subtle?”

“What.”

This conversation was happening too fast for Reine to unravel and register—and yet, Natsume continued.

“So, tell me⋯ what are you doing here instead of by my side?” Natsume asked softly, the melodic power his voice retains gripping her as another frown overturns his mouth. “I have fun playing with Kitten, but I miss you too much to enjoy myself to the fullest.”

They say rabbits can die of loneliness.

Dewy tears coalesced in Reine’s eyes as she fixated on Natsume, the pain that’s been besetting her spilling over in the form of a choked sob, “I’m trying to help you find happiness.”

The stress of losing a beloved companion or partner can be all too much to bear.

“Haah, I already found my happiness,” Natsume reassured her, bringing his hand forward, “I found it in this closet a long time ago.”

It’s time to stop hiding—the brightness she yearned to belong to her is right in front of her. Sliding her hand into Natsume’s, Reine felt herself being pulled from the darkness once again.

Not able to squander another moment, Natsume pressed Reine’s body up against his and brought his lips to her cheeks; kissing away each and every glistening tear.

It’s been inside her all along.

#yume fics #commissions #natsurei

[davinaclaire16]

Wings of Dusk pt 6

Azriel x Reader

Warnings: talk Of abuse

A week, it had been a week since you had arrived home. It was surprisingly easy to fall back into a rhythm and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t enjoyed being back home with your family. You had gotten to meet Rhysands mate Feyre, finding out she was High lady had taken you aback and was hard to swallow at first but she was great and Az helped you realize that it was something Rhys had made sure of to help break past wrongs and idiotic traditions, and you truly were proud of him.

After sitting in meetings you realized how true a threat hybern really was. Even sent letters to Helion and set up extra precautions and new regimens for day court troops to follow. Your presence here had proved to be successful for the lord of day and You were almost forgetting that being here,..being home meant giving something of yourself away. That is until this very moment.

“Y/N please if you would just do this.. I think we could seriously secure Autumn at the meeting.”

“I will do no such thing Rhys. I refuse to be yet another pawn in one of your schemes.”

Here you were once again being given yet another order that would further undermine your true capabilities.

“Y/N everyone is aware of the feelings you evoke in the Eldest Vanserra. If you give him just an inkling of an idea that the two of you could form a partnership he would certainly convince Beron to join our side.”

Your brother was not wrong. Eris and Beron had actually came to your Father before he went to keir about an arranged marriage with you. However your father laughed in Berons face and told him to come back “when you have someone who is worthy of my daughter” he had said

“No Rhys what your implying is for me to seduce him and When he wants to make a deal or solidify the “Alinance” to ensure he isn’t being played. what then? Would you have me betrothed to him as well?…Not to mention I’m not going to that meeting as a member of this court.”

“You will always be seen as the princess of this court and you know it. Anything that could get Beron on board is worth the shot.”

“I said no Rhysand. Find somebody else or ask for my help in which what I’m trained to do and my skillset are actually of use. Now what I will do however is see Devlon with you to discuss his Illyrian troops otherwise we have no other business with one another.”

Rhysand watched as you turned on your heels and walked out. He knew he should of said something, stopped you, or just dropped it but he didn’t. Rhysand could feel the distance and tension between the two of you. Something he hated but didn’t know how to repair.

On your way out Az had caught your trail and you could tell he knew something was off. The mother had to be playing some cruel trick on you. In the week that you’d been back home anytime you were fed up or ready to leave again and never come back Az was always right around the corner. You were sure he could only think you to emotional at this point. The thought alone made you sick to your stomach. Showing emotion, rather being vulnerable was never your strong suit. You saw it as a weakness or at least that is what your father taught you.

“Y/N don’t let them see you falter. If they think for one second that you aren’t the image and definition of collected you’ve already lost.”

“You ok sunshine?”

“Yes I’m fine. I’m just not sure when the switch happened.”

“What switch?” Az was calm and focused on any signal you were giving him to what had you so tense. His shadow had made him aware of your location and that something was wrong. He knew he shouldn’t indulge his shadows when it came to you because they would become Twice as hard to keep away from you, but anytime his shadow whispered in his ear that you were slightly off he couldn’t help but take off trying to remedy the situation.

“You know the switch….. When did Rhysand stop being my little brother. The one that used to follow me around and beg for my approval for something as trivial as what leathers he should wear that day. When did that stop and become him ordering me around and treating me like I’m the child.”

When did he stop seeing you as someone respectable and capable of anything to someone who’s only skill was that you had a pretty face. When had you being his sister stop being enough for him to care for you. And that your worth to him was equal to what you could do for him. Is what you really wanted to say.

“Sunshine a lot of has changed. He isn’t the same person you knew when you went under the mountain.”

“Az he was like this a few months before he sent me under the mountain. But it doesn’t matter after the meeting I’ll be back on my way to day.”

You had said it so matter of fact. Almost like you were waiting to get out of there and Az felt like he had just gotten you back. He had no plans on letting you slip through his fingers so quickly, and from the way Azriels shadows tried to reach out and grab you told him they didn’t either.

“Let’s go to Devlons camp Y/N.” Was all Azriel offered as a reply, so you just sighed and pushed the incessant thoughts that refused you piece deeper down.

Az used his shadows to essentially winnow the two of you into WindHaven. Cassain and Rhys had left before you so they were not so patiently waiting.

“Devlon should be meeting with us soon.” Rhys gestured inward toward the two illyrians sparing with each other. You took a look around the camp you used to know like the back of your hand. Truly nothing much has changed the women still walked around in fear and submissiveness making sure to keep there eyes down cast. While the men walked around drowning in their own arrogance. The smell of blood and sounds of grunts filled the air around you. The cold threatened eat away at your skin even through your pristine white leathers.

Being at this camp was like stepping right into your childhood. The camp still exuded nothing but cold and despair.

While looking around something or rather someone did catch your eye, a young girl with chocolate brown hair was sneaking around the outskirts of the town. She looked unsure in her footing almost terrified. If you didn’t know any better you’d say she was getting ready to run. You were about to make your way over to her when Devlon had spoke and distracted you for a split second. When you had turned back she was gone.

“High Lord what a displeasure seeing you and your band of rejects.” You hated Devlon with your entire being he was everything you hated in a person wrapped into one.

“Oh you have someone new with you this time around. Well Rhysand who’s the pretty little thing it white.” About that time you turned back around to face Devlon head on. To say you felt overjoyed that when he caught sight of you, the man who never had any issue finding words now stood before you dumbfounded would be an understatement.

“What Devlon? Cat got your tongue. Who knew a woman could still evoke such a reaction from you.” Hatred and Pride laced everyone of your words. Something that didn’t go unnoticed.

“Here I thought we had all been blessed by your death.”

“I see your still an arrogant Dick.”

“You little bitch! You don’t have daddy to hide behind anymore so I’d watch what comes out of that pretty mouth. Or else I could think of a dozen things your mouth would be better suited for” You could feel Azriel stiffen beside you and watched as his fist clenched, Heard the low growl that came from him. It was all enough to send shivers down your spine. The shadow singer always jumped to your defense but it could easily be that he hates Devlon just as much if no more than you do.

“Enough Devlon.” Rhysand shot a warning. A warning that was cold and empty, one that left no question what would happen if Devlon ignored it. You had forgotten that here and Hewn city the two of you had to be completely different people. Ruthless and cold. Well Rhysand had to be different. You were always the most like your father out of your two siblings. Something you tried with all of your will to forget. But your father had never let you begin to.

“You’re just like me. Rhysand is weak, he cares to deeply about others. He doesn’t have what it takes, doesn’t have the same cold and Ruthless capabilities as you do my sweet. Me and you We could burn down city’s. Be vicious and unwavering, that’s how you command power.

“We are here to make sure your troops are prepared” Cassain said

“They are always ready to shed blood you don’t need to be worried about such things”

“Well seeing that neither of the warriors in the ring can pivot correctly on their right foot. Clearly leaving a vulnerable opening that could cost them there lives I’d disagree.” You spit out while pointing toward to the Illyrians who were skilled from what you could tell but lacked the fundamental basics. Your brother, Cas And Az quickly assessed and you could tell they thought the same.

“And you think you could do better? Tell me Y/N how out of practice are you.”

“Devlon we both know I could easily do better. I could easily take you.” You knew you had hit a cord, could see it land and got to sit back and watch the child of a man in front of you unfold.

“You little-“ within seconds Devlon had drawn his blade and swung a blade at you and you had simply pivoted on your right foot with a smirk.

“That would be the correct way to pivot by the way Devlon” you taunted.

Rhysand had stepped forward prepared to put Devlon in his place but you had simply held your hand to Rhys chest and stated.

“No Rhys if Devlon truly wants to play this out I’ll gladly step into the ring with him.”

“This is ridiculous you’re nothing but an over privileged little bitch.” Devlon was clearly pissed and at this point his screaming had drawn the attention of his camp.

“Must I remind you who you’re speaking to Devlon.” Azriels shadows swirled around him as he spoke the very image of death and mystery.

“Are going to keep stalling Devlon or are you going to meet me in that ring.”

You and Devlon were now in the sparing ring neither of you wielded weapons it was a battle in hand to hand combat.

Devlon was a skilled fighter sure but he had never been forced into perfection. You easily dodged his attacks, even toyed with him a while figured you could tire him out a little and then land the one punch you would need to bring him down. You moved smoothly every move and breath you took a picture of perfection. Had separated your emotions from the task in front of you like the true Valkyrie within you, and were ready to play dirty if Devlon did like an Illyrian.

“Are you going to just keep running away or are you going to throw a punch.” He snarled

“I certainly will Devlon just waiting for my moment.”

What you said only further fueled his rage and it was that moment that you saw it, your moment. Devlon had been so caught up in his emotions that when he launched his attack on you he left his right side unguarded. You took the opportunity and grabbed his left arm and kneed Devlon in his right side. Which gave you enough time to twist his arm and bring him to his knees. You now stood partially behind him and to his side hold his left arm his back.

“You look much better on your knees Devlon.” You laughed and Devlon pulled a blade from his side and stabbed it right into your thigh but you only grimaced and within seconds Azriel had tossed a blade your way which you caught and now had pressed against Devlons throat.

“I’d say you lost but in effort not to point out the obvious I won’t.” With that you dropped your stance letting the dagger that was pressed into his throat now safely tucked into your belt. Loosened your grip on his arm and simply kicked over and made your way out of the ring. The stab wound had now turned your leathers red and you pushed through that pain not even letting so much as a wince past your wall.

“Don’t let them see you falter. If they think for one second that you aren’t the image and definition or collected you’ve already lost.”

Your fathers word rang through your ears as you tried to stop the limp that threaten to appear.

“You’re still just a desperate little bitch vying for her daddy’s approval.”

Without turning around you simply stated

“Maybe but I’m bitch with the title of Carynthian. Princess of the night court and now 2nd to High Lord Helion. And all you will ever be is a pathetic male from these dreadful mountains.”

“Tell me Y/N, What’s it like to be Illyrian without any wings?” You stopped dead in your tracks and Devlon knew he had found a weak spot and intended to poke at it until you broke. “Do you know that when I have a rough day I think about how hard you fought against your fate, Dream about the precious screams that left your mouth as your father sawed those feathered wings off your back. Remember the defeated look in your eyes when you realized there was no way out and all of sudden I’m in bliss.” Devlon was up and smiling widely.

Rhysand couldn’t do or say anything about Devlons words by getting involved he could jeopardize his alliance with the illyrian troops but more so if he intervened in any way you would loose all credibility you had just made for yourself in front of all those Illyrian brute that now watched in anticipation. You were possibly and only female they had seen take Devlon on and win, or any Illyrian male for that matter. And Rhysand wasn’t about to make you look weak. Not when he knew with certainty that you had more fierceness in your pinky finger than any of them would ever have

“Y/N walk away he’s not worth your time.” Az was now by your side whispering to you. His shadows slid around your wrist in an attempt to coax you into walking. Rhys and Cassain just held there breath watching and waiting to see what was about to play out, what they’d have to stop. It had almost worked. You had taken another step forward when Devlon spoke.

“Did you know I have a keepsake from that night. I wear it around my neck everyday to remind myself that no matter what High Lord or bitch like you tries to come in and change what’s been done here for centuries they’ll never succeed. That I made the great and terrifying High Lord saw off his own daughters wings.”

You tried to push that anger down inside of you. Tried to keep the rapidly growing power inside of you at bay and keep walking away. But when you turned around and saw what Devlon had pulled out of his shirt all you saw was red.

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