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softtcurse · 2 years

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Let her go

pt 2 of on the level

Tell her that you'll be there

If you'll really be there

Separation's supposed to make the heart grow fond

But it don't

“Daddy! You coming home?” Mila lisped to your husband over FaceTime. Her chubby cheeks all up in the camera and her face clearly sticky with the small ice cream cone you had made her as a treat. Her curly hair back in two pig tails one of them nearly undone from the playground earlier.

She was only 2 years old but she was your first baby and the news of her getting a baby brother soon wasn’t something she was very happy about. Your 8 month old stomach protruding from underneath a sweatshirt you stole from Jack‘s closet, it smelled like him and you often found yourself crying at night. Face pressed against the pillow hugging his side of the comforter. Dealing with a 2 year old while being 8 months pregnant wasn’t easy in the slightest. Jack didn’t have a choice to leave and focus on his carrete as well as you guys at home. But it was all beginning to be too much.

“I’m coming home in hmmm” You could see Jack on the screen pretending to think earning a laugh from your little girl. You smiled tiredly at her and rubbed your eyes a small yawn escaping your lips. “This man days” Jack smiled and held up two fingers.

“Pwomise?” Mila pouted and you could see she was starting to get upset so the conversation would have to be wrapped up sooner that normal.

“I promise Mila, how’s baby brother doing?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You had sent him a picture of your newest ultrasound and all he had done was heart the picture. No other questions, which irritated you more than you’d like to admit. Communication was a big part of what you struggled with especially with Jack since he was away so much. It did hurt you that he didn’t talk to you as much as he used to.

Maybe that would change once Ezra got here.

You let them talk for a few more minutes before asking Mila to go get her stuffy so you could wipe her face off and put on a movie for her to get ready for a nap.

“Hey” You breathed out and placed the phone down so he could see all of you as you began washing a few dishes.

“Hey” Jack looked at you a smiled. Something wasn’t sitting right with the way he was smiling. A guilty smile. But you let it go.

It’s just nerves

You pushed the thought to the back of your head.

“When are you coming home?”

“Saturday I’ll be landing and I’ll be back there around 8 pm?” You watched as he moved the camera around. Lowering the angel, you could see his jawline and his beard that he has trimmed a little bit.

“Why so late?”

“I’ve gotten home later than that, why is it a big of a deal now?” He snapped at you, not intentionally but it still happened. You opened your mouth to say something but you just couldn’t. Tears sprung your eyes and you knew you were in it.

Jacks eyes widened. “Baby I’m sorry-“

“I need you here Jack!” You threw a cup in the sink aggressively. How could he talk to you like you were some employee of his? You were his fucking wife and the feeling of anger couldn’t be summed up into just one word.

“I’m 8 months fucking pregnant with OUR baby, I’m taking care of OUR 2 year old. Do you know how hard it is to go to bed at 3 am every night because I can’t sleep? And then have to be up at 7 am because Mila is up by then?” You wiped your eyes and sniffled. Taking in a deep breath as to not cause yourself an stress. That was the last thing you needed.

“I know, I know it” Jack sighed and you watched him close his eyes and lean his head back on the couch he was sitting on. “I’m trying okay? I’m fucking trying but I can’t come home sooner that Saturday at 8. I have shit to do when I get back to Louisville. Before I can come home to y’all. I’ll be there though I promise I will. YN you know that…”

“Like what Jack? What could possibly be more important that coming home to your family?”

“You don’t understand, the things I do to keep buying you anything you want. Raise our children with a good home. I bought you your dream home YN-“

You interrupted him, you had heard enough.

“None of that means shit to me if you’re not here to be in that home! What’s the point of having a master bedroom with my husband if my husband isn’t even here? That’s the point of having all the cars if the man of the house isn’t here?!” You didn’t mean to yell but he had gotten the better of you.

“Jack?” You heard a woman’s voice through the phone. You felt your body tense up, freeze, and when he quickly shifted the phone to the side and muted it. That’s when you knew.

Maybe you were a fool for ignoring it for a couple months after that.

But you did it for your family.

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His face.

Was the first thing you saw when you told him the news. Utter confusion, almost as if he was processing the worlds you were telling him. Almost as if you were absolutely crazy. But then you saw a smile.

“You’re pregnant?”

You could’ve kneed his pretty face then and there.

“Yes I am. Umm, 3 month.” You weren’t exactly showing yet. But you started seeing a bump and it made you burst into tears the first time you saw it. You were going to love your child. To the most extent and give yourself all to them just as you have for Mila and Ezra. The situation however didn’t make you happy. It just made you angry at yourself.

You wrapped your arms around yourself waiting for another response.

“Are you happy?”

“Huh?”

Jack sighed and you felt his gaze on you when you lowered your head.

“Are you happy that we’re having a baby again?”

“I’m happy I’m having a baby Jack. With you again? I’m not so sure” That one hurt him way more that he would admit ever. His betrayal to you was never forgotten. You would have nightmares about him sleeping with another woman, touching another woman in a way he was only suppose to touch you; his wife.

Ultimately it ended in Jack fucking up his family, and losing you.

“That’s how you feel?” Defeated was the only way you could describe the tone in his voice. Upset at himself maybe? At you? Who knew. But one thing was for certain is that you weren’t bullshitting him. Not this time.

Not when you pretended not to know about his little affair for two months. Too blinded by your love for him, by wanting a family for your kids.

“Yeah, that is how I feel Jack. I’m so tired of playing games with you, I need to be the woman my children can look up to and be proud of. Not your fucking toy.”

He nodded his head, because that’s all he felt he could do.

“What now? We gotta figure out how to do this with the baby on the way YN. Hate me as much as you want and I understand why but I’m not letting my baby not know who I am” It was clear his emotions were mixed and by the way he kept scratching his beard you knew it was only a matter of time because you saw his eyes gloss over.

“I’m not letting that happen Jack. I’ll tell you when doctor appointments are. You’re going to be involved and that shouldn’t be something you need to worry about. I just need for us to be on the same page I guess.”

“I love you YN. You know that. More than anything in the world. This shit hurts me. Nothing compared to what I did to you but it still hurts” You saw him blink away tears. His cheeks turning red. You felt a pang in your heart.

“That’s just not enough this time Jack”

“Will- will there ever be a chance that I can prove to you I’m the man you deserve?”

You sighed and looked down at your feet. You felt out on the spot.

“I don’t know”

///

“You ruined everything Jack! Every fucking thing you ruined!” You cried and watched as he tried to calm you down. Face ridden with guilt and his hands put up. A 1 month old Ezra screaming his heart out as he was awoken by his nap with his parents arguing.

Mila had been with your parents. Thankfully. You wouldn’t want her to see the shit show that was taking place.

“YN, baby calm down please” Jack begged you.

“No! I won’t calm down! I spent two months of my life pretending everything was okay, when you went out past your studio time to fuck whoever you wanted to while I was taking care of our kids! I’m done! I can’t do this anymore Jack” You sniffled and sat down on the couch. Your son needed you and even in your distressed state that’s all you knew. You picked up the bundle which enveloped your baby Ezra and held him in your arms. Kissing his forehead softly and patting his pampered butt.

“Please call down” Jacks tall frame stood over you. His voice cracked and even he knew it was a little too late.

You felt sick to your stomach.

“I want a divorce”

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kaylas-world-0 · 2 months

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Operation Crimson

Part 1, Part 2

Masterlist

Summery:

"Sonic, this is Tails–"

"Yeah, I know; what's up, little guy?" Sonic should have instantly known who he had been calling for; if anyone were to call him at such late hours, it could only ever be from his best bud.

Tails didn't even question why Sonic had been awake at this ungodly hour, for Tails had known Sonic's day-to-day schedule by heart by now, "We have a case..."

Sonic exhaled deeply, knowing that regardless of what he says, he had no doubt he would be unable to escape this situation. Pausing his game, he finally rubbed at the corners of his eyes, trying his best to wake himself up a little more than before, knowing that this would be a rather lengthy conversation. "Straight to the point, I see. Not even going to say 'Hello' to your big bro?"

"First of all, it's 5 am Sonic, and secondly... I was just informed of a murder- Espio called. He asked for my opinion, and now I need yours... You need to see this."

'....Shit– If Espio called Tails, and Tails specifically, then this must be an important case....'

Tapping along the controller, Sonic merely closed his eyes, giving himself a moment to simply sit there with himself and his thoughts, for he knew that if Tails was telling the truth about Espio being the one to report this crime scene, then there was no possible way for him to ignore this. Anything Espio related was immediately of his concern, and that, unfortunately, was all under his own doing, regrettably. Taking a deep breath, he soon opened his eyes and gained the courage to respond to his friend, unwillingly agreeing to be there for the investigation. "Alright... Alright, fine, I'll be there in a few minutes."

❝𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤," 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞.

𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.❞

『Warning; Blood, violent acts, cursing, description of ending someone's life, maybe some gore, a murder case』

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍❕️

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The young man inside the newsstand eyed Mila Lamia, who was approaching him. He had recognized this distinctive gait from afar, as he did every evening: cautious and calm steps that were almost demure, even appealing to him.

That evening, as always, she would pass close enough to show the young man the color of her eyes and make him feel her perfume...

For a moment, he had the impression that she was looking right at him, even if it was an illusion.

A few seconds later, the girl had already passed the journalist, and the young man was left to watch as she inserted the key into the large door of the building where she lived.

The young man could not have known that other eyes were watching Mila. And that this was the last time he saw her alive...

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𓆩⫯𓆪 Their hands stood trembling for a long time as if suspended in the air.

In the mirror, they could see their face damp with water and the reflection of their hands waving at their sides. They don't remember how often they washed their face, for it had become such a repetitive rhythm, even they struggled to see the pain they inflicted upon themselves.

They looked into their fiery eyes; there wasn't much time left, after all. Did they have to feel a different excitement or energy that would wake them? Or should they be feeling a little scared? A fear carefully concealed amid this excitement but resembling a violent fist blow.

There was nothing; however, they didn't feel any of it.

They found themself constantly rechecking their plan. It had become a pattern, a constant repetition within them, like a ritual that had lost its potential meaning. They felt it suppressed their emotions, like a veil obscuring reality.

In the first move, the pawn follows the path destiny had intended; in the next, a recurring cycle, a direction easily predicted by a mere instrument; then, it's final, leading directly to its unavoidable fate. A repeating sequence, which had always become oh so predictable as time went on for this particular individual, every one of their pawns had always followed in the same strides as the last. pawn from E2 to E4, a corresponding response as the counter, a solid E7 to E5. White king from D1 to G5, Black queen from E8 to E7, white king from G5 to E5... rookie mistake... Just like a game of chess.

They stopped washing and rinsed their face with a towel, wandering around the house's walls like a shadow; they looked out the window towards the brilliant night sky that stood before them, admiring as the light shun gracefully through the rusted window frames. Finally, they dropped themself into a chair and slowly relaxed in the dark. They slowly removed the watch from their quivering wrist, placing it carefully on the arm of the chair before them. There was very little time left.

First move, second move, third move... Checkmate!

That's what it was all about, what their conquest had always turned out to be, a combination, a set of moves that leave the opponent no alternative to defense and result in a runaway victory, checkmate!

Checkmate... Checkmate... Checkmate...

That was how it would be that night.

Checkmate!

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Sonic popped his last bit of chilidog into his maw, chewing more than he could swallow. Yet, that hadn't seemed to phase his vigorous devouring of the savory meat, wanting the delicious tastes of each burning sensation within its delectable spices to stay however long he could maintain the discomforting yet the welcoming feeling of the blistering warm heat that resided from within his meal. The aroma satisfied him alone, easing his nerves, but the taste... now that was a whole new adventure. It was the last chilidog in his fridge left that night, a clear reminder that he shall invest in obtaining more the following evening.

As he whipped the remains of grease along his sides, he grasped for his console remote once more, ready to reboot the paused game he had been playing mere moments before his well-needed snack, but before Sonic could give in to the temptations the blue rays from his screen had produced, his communicator began to buzz uncontrollably, warning him whoever had called him during such an ungodly hour must have wanted to speak with him upon something he hoped to be considered utterly important.

He sighed as he tapped his finger onto the little green button, swiping it over to the right, answering whoever had been calling, not even caring enough to glance at the screen to see who exactly it was contacting him. Uncaring for the conversation that was to happen, Sonic immediately started his game as he listened to the caller, only now realizing who it had been given the sudden grumble from the other end, subconsciously throwing his annoyance aside.

"Sonic, this is Tails–"

"Yeah, I know; what's up, little guy?" Sonic should have instantly known who he had been calling for; if anyone were to call him at such late hours, it could only ever be from his best friend.

The nickname didn't amuse Tails in the slightest, but he was used to being called in such ways since the moment they met; a mistake on his part, for he should have corrected him upon meeting, but it was far too late now to fix his problems. Sonic could tell just by the sound of his little buddy exhaling through his nose wearily by Sonic's choice of words; at first, Sonic honestly thought nothing of this call; in the beginning, he merely figured this was just Tails way of possibly annoying him about another set of questions about stuff he doesn't even understand, but upon hearing the many distant and near arrays of sirens from the receiving end, Sonic couldn't help but to frown. Something serious must have happened if Tails was physically at the crime scene.

Taking slow strides out from his workshop, Tails stared at the photo they took together from the times they first met; Sonic was grinning at the camera with his hand around his neck as he took the picture, while Tails was smiling nervously, showing a peace sign. Glaring at Sonic's ridiculous smile plastered across his screen, he scoffed, finding the image rather irritating at that particular moment, especially with how their current conversation had been going. Was it really twelve years since he first met him? Time moves so fast, doesn't it? Like Einstein said, time is merely an illusion... God, he is exhausted.

Tails didn't even question why Sonic had been awake at this ungodly hour, for Tails had known Sonic's day-to-day schedule by heart, "We have a case..."

"First of all, it's 5 am Sonic, and secondly... I was just informed of a murder- Espio called. He asked for my opinion, and now I need yours... You need to see this."

'....Shit– If Espio called Tails, and Tails specifically, then this must be an important case....'

"Good. I'll send you the coordinates. See you there." Listening as the fox had abruptly ended their conversation through the communicator, Sonic merely sat there for a few moments, trying to contain his annoyance with the younger individual for his abrupt rudeness.

Sonic takes a deep breath to suppress the nerves that start to surface. Calm down, Sonic; maybe it was a very stressful day— night for him. Like everyone else, he wants to sleep in his warm bed instead of going on a corpse hunt on these cold ass streets of New York.

Sighing to himself, the hedgehog soon stood to his feet, stretching his limbs as he did so, hoping it would help him feel a little more motivated to take on this obnoxious challenge of solving this unsolved murder for that very evening... 'Or I suppose this early morning.'

Popping his joints, he sighed in relief, "Okay, Sonic... let's just go get this whole ordeal over with already..."

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Mila Lamia fell to the ground with the force of such a sudden blow.

Though she didn't solely pass out, her mind began to function in a dazed and anxious manner. She struggled to blend in and understand what was transpiring all around her. It appeared as though everything was harmoniously vibrating amid the gong sound of a hammer blow.

Though time kept moving past her familiar borders, she could not fully grasp how much time had passed. Her battle to remain in the waking world made it difficult to gather her thoughts. She had a vague urge to let herself sink into the alluring pull of her frazzled mind's darkest recesses, but her fear of the worst kept growing as the menace of the black abyss continued to loom before her. She made every attempt to get rid of the oppressive presence that triggered her survival instinct, yet it was proving to become rather difficult.

A hot, crimson liquid saturated her pounding skull, disturbing her comfort and beloved appearance.

Oh great! While riding her new bike around the garden, she fell, of course. Now, it would be only natural for her mother to become incensed, with her garments coated in dust and splattered with blood—possibly oozing from her elbows and knees. She remembered the fragrance of fresh laundry when her mother pulled the clothing out of the closet, a white frock embroidered with bright small floral designs.

Her mother had come rushing to help her as the girl noticed a shadow moving past her.

But God forbid! It couldn't be her mother, so who was that perplexed shadow before her?

She suddenly realized that it had been approximately six years since her mother's passing.

The truth shocked her as much as the terrible blow she had experienced. She could see them coming at her, with something bright pointing at her.

She wanted to yell and flee.

She was only able to cry,

"Please, please..."

Then came the second blow.

It was entirely different from the first; this time, she was indifferently inconsistent and incoherent. She felt the way the tip of the blade had slid so effortlessly within her chest, right to the very hilt, stretching the same fibers of her being with newfound energy, inevitably tearing through her very flesh; she could feel as every little piece of flesh and muscle would pull in such an infuriatingly unpleasant way.

She hadn't had the time to be surprised at what had happened, for she could hardly feel the pain as her brain began to fight off all of her pain receptors, canceling out any hopes of being able to respond to such an extremity. Soon after, she took another blow, and then another and another... Until her chest had finally torn apart completely.

Her responses were numb, and her brain was uncooperative; the last thing she could remember saying before she took her final few breaths was repeating the words which had no meaning as the deed was finally done.

"Enough... Enough..." The last possible thing she could capture before she died was the heavy scent of her blood as it caked her most prised dress.

🍀

They took a deep breath, listening to their heart beating intensely, trying to find the breath they had frantically searched for. They lowered the blade to their side as they admired their handy work. This assassination took only 30 minutes to eliminate, and there they were, seated beside a lifeless body as though it were an average occurrence.

The plan was working smoothly.

One down...

One to go...

🍀

; NIGHT ELECTRICITY FAILURE ;

About two-thirds of the city was without electricity for more than two hours due to a malfunction in the complex system of the leading electrical redactors within the main powerhouse of the electrical facility at exactly twenty-two past midnight. The eastern and southern districts remained in darkness, while the rest remained intact. In one swift moment, the televisions across the city were reformed to static; the elevators began to malfunction, and people's power within their homes began to falter just as the traffic lights and signs across the city have now started to fizzle out of existence. What a rather odd inconvenience for the poor misfortunate people within the municipality...

You sighed as you watched the same boring information that continued to display itself on repeat across the screen. You had been watching the news for a few hours now, and nothing new had ever portrayed itself to you. Deciding to turn the television off altogether, you simply slumped within your seat as you threw the remote somewhere beside you, uncaring whether you missed the couch or if it merely fell onto the floor.

You were aware of the recurring news... well, to begin with, your friend had technically been the one to inform you of what had been happening all across town, and they were also the only individual who had ever been capable ever of convincing you even to turn on the damn television, to begin with; you weren't much of a fan for the news channels, or broadcasted channels. Besides, you were living in that same city, so of course, these matters were unfortunately crucial to you as well. As imperative as it was, you knew that the same things could happen to you, which unfortunately means you were responsible for whether or not you were to salvage the remaining food stored within your fridge and freezer.

God, you wish you had the time and care to try to do something other than lounge around before your overly exaggerated shift at the nearby coffee shop.

Although, thankfully you were able to convince a coworker to take it that very evening, meaning you finally had one less thing to worry about that same evening, giving you the time to truly enjoy a well-needed break with a friend you hadn't seen in person in such a long time.

Upon noticing your friend emerge from your kitchen with the cups of tea in her hands, you offered her a welcoming smile as she sat beside you, being sure to avoid placing your glass near the board games, in fear that the moisture of the come will somehow spread onto the cardboard itself.

"Which one should we play now?" She asked uncertainly, being sure to take the seat across from you in the hopes of a better gameplay experience; feeling as though the two of you had reverted to your childish ways once again upon noticing the pile upon your wooden table; you had both loved playing board games ever since you were little and now, every night the two of you would hang out, you would make it a point always to play at least three board games before your friend would live. It has become a habit for you both at this point.

You hummed in thought as you gave the wide selection before you a considerable glance. "What about we play Murder Mystery?"

"Ooo... Interesting choice." Kiera leaned on her knees, Giving you that all-knowing smirk as she asked you her eternal question. "Would the queen of board games wish to tell the crowd why, oh why! The sudden change of board game interests?"

You shrugged with a knowing smirk, grabbing for the game you chose as you side-eyed your best friend, "Oh no reason, I've recently been introduced to it and found the concept rather fun. Besides, we haven't played one of these games for such a long time! And we play these board games all the time; never once have we touched this one. Don't you think a little change of atmosphere would be a nice change of pace?"

Placing the new game neither of you had ever played on top of the coffee table, you quickly brushed off the others, carefully pushing them off to the side and onto the carpet. Once comfortably situated in your seat, you grabbed your cup of tea and took a curt sip.

Glancing at your friend in question, you couldn't help but quark a brow at her absence of interest towards your reasonings. Giving your drink one last taste, you carefully placed it onto the crochet coaster you had made for yourself a while ago, being sure to turn your full attention to your friend in question, wanting nothing more than to figure out why Kiera seemed so out of it. "Sooₒₒₒ... What do you say? You in or not?"

It was silent for a moment... Too quiet even, in truth, it had incredibly conflicted you, for within that brief moment, you had felt rather uncomfortable, but upon noticing your friend and how quickly her neutral face soon switched to that of something far too mischievous, you knew instantly of what Kiera had been doing. She was merely trying to get inside your head, and by God, was it working. "Girl, you are in for a ride. Your friend here always solves mysteries."

Subconsciously rolling your eyes at the display before you, you quickly picked up the glass before you once more and drank half of what was in the glass, being sure to exaggerate how hard you had set it back on the counter in the hopes of being intimidating. Giving your friend a confident smirk, you soon gave your friend a rather silly pose as you refuted a comment of your own. "You're not solving anything, Kiera. You serve politics and other unuseful topics."

She scoffed, "Oh, please. I'm a literal reporter for this city's news; I am the one who sees these murder cases first-hand and must inform the city's people what is going on in grime detail. It's a tiring job but a rewarding one in the long run. My work is fascinating; people find interest in what I do! Do you know how hard a job that is? I must be at the crime scene, forced to endure the grueling things displayed. On television, everything is blurred, but I am not given that privilege. I must state the facts; I have to provide accurate information if I want to be the first to report it. Even then, I have to be there when the detectives arrive and speak with police twenty-four-seven. I hate talking with them because they're so disrespectful. They are the people who will push you away and spit such awful words just to get you to leave the crime scene, but that's my job! I always present first. Not anyone else. Everyone's eyes are on me. Whoever presents first gets the money and the viewer's attention, don't forget that, dear. Money is power, and I want all of it."

God, you hated when she got like this; sure, she deserved a friend who would be willing to sit and listen to her rambling, but then again, once the conversation switches to her depriving herself of what Keira truly believes in and of how it makes her feel, it could be rather exhausting besides, you had a rather hard time trying to understand others emotions, and by the way Keira was ranting, you couldn't tell if she was mad, glad or simply just venting random statements. Rolling your eyes at your friend's annoying display, you ignored your inner thoughts as you slumped back onto the couch, already finding this whole evening somewhat of a mistake. "If your self-praising is finally over, can we start playing now? Also... that still doesn't prove you can solve a murder case. You may just be a reporter, but that doesn't change anything, love."

"Let the case begin then...." she chuckled darkly at your remarks; leaning forward in her seat, she placed her elbows against her knees with her chin resting against her wrists as her face contorted into a devious grin. To say you were intimidated was truly an understatement, for never had you seen such a discomforting expression spread across her features.

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"Alright, tell me everything you know about this case, Es'," Dragging the other away from lingering eyes, Sonic gave Espio an uncaring glance as he crossed his arms and leaned heavily against his right side. He has gone through the whole trouble of simply being there, standing in the cold street, where the sound of sirens echoed in an uncomfortable environment where in an apartment a person brutally murdered, in the hour he was supposed to be asleep. Even the thought of it causes Sonic's blood to boil. He wished he had bought a sweater or something before he left the house. So this case better be something good, or else this was all just a waste of his time.

Knowing how irrational this friend of his could be, he merely sighed in annoyance at the sheer display of disrespect Sonic had been perceiving. He was expecting this, unfortunately, but that was beside the point; this was a severely serious case, and Sonic had nothing to do with it. "For the millionth time, Sonic, it isn't about you; you have no business in being here–"

"Yes, I do, Espio! It's my job to save everyone, AND IF SOMEONE IS KILLED WITHIN MY CITY, THEN IT NATURALLY BECOMES MY BUSINESS—"

"Okay! Okay! Just... be quiet." Surprised by the sudden change of tone, Espio gave the surrounding area a nervous glance, wanting nothing more than this interaction alone to be kept quiet, but with Sonic's sudden outburst, he heavily doubted his concerns would be nullified.

Tapping his foot impatiently, he gave Espio an unimpressed look before continuing to ask his repeated question. "Now, explain what you know."

Finding that he had no other sibilance of a choice, Espio merely sighed before leaning closer to Sonic, sure to be quiet enough not to entice people or spike a random passerby's interest, "The victim's name was James Logan; he was in his early twenties. It's a homicide, and his assassin used a some kind of knife to kill the man before hitting James in the back of the head with... something. We couldn't find any clues about the exact manner of this murderer, for whoever had done this erased all their tracks completely, it was almost as if James had committed suicide, but by the way, this was all... displayed, it just... It cant be as simple as that. Whoever had done this must know what they were doing and with such professionalism... I can guarantee you; this wasn't their first time. We will compare and review this case with previous cases and see which of them could give us a possible lead, but—"

"Oh please, I crack eggs with my white glove-covered fists; this should be a piece of cake; I mean- how hard can it be? I bet I could find this son of a bit–"

Trying desperately to hush the other from his sudden outbursts, Espio flailed his arms before him, being sure to grab the other's attention in the hopes of calming the other down, "Are you crazy?! This isn't one of your messed up games, Sonic, and you know it! We can't just wait around and hope for a miracle; we HAVE to find whoever did this soon, or else, this won't be the only misfortunate body we'll find hidden in the depths of some random ally in the city!"

Sonic merely rolled his eyes at Espio's statement, finding it ridiculous. Placing his knuckles against his hips, he simply turned to the side, giving the random people who passed by an observant glance, not truly focusing on who or what walked by. "Tch, cowards. If they had the balls, they would show their faces upfront... Hiding isn't going to do anything for them... No matter what, we will find them and never give up, regardless of what they throw at us, RIGHT, LITTLE BUDDY!!?" He shouted again, leading Espio to grunt in frustration at how absurdly loud Sonic had been that night. What was this guy on anyway?!

Tails slowly turned in their direction, halting with the questioning season he displayed with one of the fellow officers who arrived at the scene, as well as questioning the suspects who were in the area. His ear was crooked at the sudden mention of his obscure nickname, questioning what Sonic was doing and why it had to include him.

"We have a serial killer running rampant in the city, Sonic! This isn't the sort of situation we should be reckless about!!"

"You think I don't give a damn about this, Es? I'm just as worried about this situation as you are! But sometimes.... Even in such ... grime situation, you just... need to fake a smile instead of worrying so much. It's not healthy being so negative, you know..."

"Yeah... if smiling could help us find the killer, then I would have been smiling since the beginning...."

Sighing upon the silence, Espio gave his friend a remorseful smile; he knew Sonic meant well; it just... wasn't displayed or issued at the right time. "I know you mean well, Sonic; excuse my stressed behavior, but I must return to work. I would love to chat with you, but I must return to headquarters and report what I've witnessed to my boss. Don't stay here too long, okay? And be sure to tell Tails that I need all the information he can gather from the suspects, we'll interrogate them later in more detail, but I need his opinion." He pats Sonic's back, giving the other a friendly smirk as he walks away. "Maybe next time we can talk at a more... appropriate time... See you soon."

But before Espio could take another step, something he had forgotten to mention suddenly popped into his mind as he turned to face Sonic again, "Oh, right... Knuckles and Rouge said they're stopping by; you two can handle them for me, yeah? Great." And before Sonic could even state a remark, Espio had rounded the corner without even giving Sonic a chance to respond, leading to the last thing Sonic saw of him was a simple wave being thrown over the shoulder.

Grumbling within the hand that slid across his face, he soon replaced his arms across his chest, mumbling absent words about how ridiculous he must've appeared if Espio was willing to sympathize with him somehow.

Tails soon appears beside him; without looking up from the folder he is holding and examining, Tails immediately questions him out of curiosity, "Rouge's coming? I thought it was Shadow who stated he'd be here... must have been some last-minute call or something. Typical of him, he is pretty busy."

Sonic hummed in response; he wasn't listening as Tails spoke; in fact, Sonic's mind was currently stuck with this strange swirling question that constantly came to mind, "Hey, little guy..."

Unimpressed by his nickname, Tails acknowledged Sonic's voice as he glanced in the other direction, "What is it, Sonic?" His was blank at first, but upon witnessing the all-knowing cocky smirk Sonic had displayed across his features, Tails himself had changed into a somewhat nervous expression, for nothing good ever comes from a face like that. Ahh... he knew that look better than anyone. It always meant there would be trouble. And if Sonic had an idea... Nothing good was bound to happen.

"Let's solve this case ourselves and show that no good sour-faced chameleon that we can do this on our own!"

Tails hissed, "I don't know, Sonic. We already have our hands full with keeping Dr. Robotnik contained and in line... We should leave this case to the professionals–"

" Oh, Come on! That guy will never again see the light of day on that forsaken prison island! Nothing he could do about it. The man can starve for all he wants; even his corpse will never escape that place. Everything he owns is scrapped and trashed anyways; the man has nothing in his name, not even his HQ."

"Yeah... all those beautiful treasures are long gone- without giving me a chance to examine them...."

Sonic quickly wrapped his arm around the other's shoulders, pressing a finger over his chest as Tails looked towards him with a surprised expression, "And with Eggman no longer around to control his pesky minions to order around and cause trouble, all there is to do is to catch criminals stealing money from banks, or buildings catching on fire, etc. and... that's becoming very boring pretty quickly...."

He quickly added, seeing Tails' face change with an unimpressed display. "I can tell that you're also bored just sitting around in your workshop all day. Wouldn't it be a good excuse for you also? Exercise your mind a little; I know you like solving puzzles. You need to move your limbs sometime, stretch them out and junk. Come on! Let's do something different for a change! You know I'm not the best at... sitting still... I can't just... wait around while someone out there is getting hurt... or worse! I don't want to just sit around knowing I could make a difference! I'm tired of sitting around as these events keep happening; Espio and Shadow, in particular, are getting in my way! In... Our- way!"

He turned to the fox before him, gripping at his shoulders with such an intensity that he could hardly refrain from shaking, subconsciously using Tails as his anchor to prevent himself from doing anything reckless, "Please bud... Let me have this... Let us do something for a change, at least... just this once! We need to try and catch this perp, with or without the other's help! And if we can't... I promise I'll stop pestering you about this! And if I- we do solve this mystery, then you gotta promise me this won't be the last time we ever do this sort of crime-finding cases. This is what we were meant to do! We are heroes, Tails!! And besides, do you know any other amazing duos who could possibly solve this case any better than the two of us?!"

Sonic gave his pall a playful wink as he continued on, "Besides, I know you like murder mysteries~ You're a Sherlock fan, after all, am I right?"

Gently pushing his hands that were placed along his shoulders, Tails merely sighed for this entire situation; he should've known Sonic's persistence would get to this extreme. There was no possible way for him to refuse the blue fur ball, not after witnessing that embarrassing display firsthand.

Giving Sonic a playful smirk of his own, he swiftly turned around to face the other with as much enthusiasm as he could possibly muster for the night. "Finnnnne. But you'll be my Watson."

Sonic cheered silently to himself as Tails stood off to the side and merely watched, shaking his head at Sonic's ridiculous display of childish joy as though they were still the same kids from the past; while some of the police officers nearby sent a judgmental glance their way.

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[Edited!!!]

This series is a side project. I was inspired by various things, including The Murder Of Sonic The Hedgehog. (But I had this idea even before the game came out)

There will be a lot of mentions of cases like this. And there will be a lot of references for anything practical. Such as memes, etc. And not only for the Sonic franchise.

We'll write the story as realistic as possible.

This also takes place in a different kind of environment, unusual. This is an AU of our own, after all. It has its canon version of things. Everyone is above 18 years old.

We'll add a part where we tell you specific things about what's canon in this story and what's not. Such as; heights/weights, favorite sweets, foods, part of their lives, habits (maybe we can add some lgbtq+ also who knows👀), phobias, scars, clothes, skills, cooking/building/cleaning/shopping/driving, relationship status, etc. Not only for the Sonic cast but also for the reader and some background characters we created for the story's sake! Don't forget this may change or take a long time to publish.

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milaswriting · 2 years

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hi mila!! can i pls ask for ‘my god, you’re fun to kiss’ with k? thank you <333

‘my god, you’re fun to kiss.’

“Do you have a coin?” K asks.

What started off as a lazy day became utter boredom, which then developed into you calling K over. They arrived within minutes. Your relationship with them is…a flirtationship at best. Soft smiles, subtle touches, muttered words, and light chuckles.

You arch a brow. “Why do you need one?”

A corner of their mouth twitches upwards. “If you have one, I’ll tell you.”

You hold their gaze, and if you could point out the glint in their eyes you’d say it’s a look that’s carefree, mischievous, and a bit of longing. You glance down, slip a hand into your pocket and pull out a coin.

“So, what do you want it for?” you ask whilst tossing it towards them.

They catch it in their left hand with ease before wetting their lips. “We’ll play heads or tails.”

You sigh a little. “I was expecting something more fun.” K’s smirk only widens at that.

“You’re complaining?” K questions with a laugh.

“No, I’ll take it,” you answer. “What are the stakes?”

“If it’s heads, you kiss me. Tails, I kiss you,” K says with their usual confidence, though it takes you off guard. You somehow splutter on air, watch as K chuckles at your reaction and leans on the doorframe. “So, up for it?”

Play their game. Kiss a vampire. Turn a flirtationship into something more.

You nod. “Flip it.”

K’s smirk has faded, as though they didn’t expect your answer, that they didn’t anticipate you taking a step closer towards them, and honestly, seeing them flustered gives you some amusement.

“Go on,” you press on. Wordlessly, K throws the coin up in the air, keeps their eyes on you, and catches it before slapping it to the back of their hand.

You edge closer again, put your hand over K’s and lift it to reveal the outcome of the coin. “Tails,” you mutter.

“Tails,” they reiterate with a chuckle, bottom lip between their teeth as they glance up at you.

You take the initiative, place a hand on their elbow and tug them a little closer and watch as they search your eyes. “You don’t seem up for this and it was your idea,” you tease.

“No, I’m up for it,” K says before placing a gentle hand on the side of your face. “I just didn’t think you’d agree.”

“No regrets, then?” you ask.

That’s when K kisses you, and in a swift movement your question is answered—the way they kiss you proves that. It’s tender yet passionate, says the thousands of words they’ve wanted to say to you, all conveyed in a simple action.

“I can’t have regrets if you’re that fun to kiss,” K mumbles against you honestly when they pull away.

#ask #drabble #k de la renta

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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Thunderstruck

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler

Requested: no

Prompt: It rains on you and your dog, so you take refuge in your best friend, Austin's, apartment. The rain might have been cold, but it doesn't take much from Austin to warm you up.

TW: none!

Rating: Pg-13 || Word Count: 3168

A/N: just a lil surprise to keep y'all fed while i'm out :) i also realize aus's mighty ducks top is a tank and not a t-shirt but shhh OH ALSO i put an easter egg in here lol can y'all find it or did it miss? 💀

🦋 mila

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Your grip tightens around the blue leash at the sound of sharp thunder in the distance. You look up just in time to see a huge flash of lightning and hear another clap of thunder following it. You groan, pulling your phone out to check the time. Your dog still needs about fifteen minutes of walking time and you would really hate to cheat her out of it. As another clap of thunder sounds, you wince and decide that it’s best for both of you if you just go home.

“Okay, Maple, time to go home,” you say, tugging her to the right.

Unfortunately, you only make it about halfway down the street before it begins to rain. You pull your hood up over your hair. Although it's cold, the small misty drops are sort of refreshing.

Until the clouds let loose, that is. Within a few minutes, the pavement is completely soaked and puddles are starting to form in the grass and the potholes on the road. You clutch your tightly hood onto your head as Maple pulls you forward and you take off sprinting. Another big clap of thunder sounds and the next lightning strike is so close that you can practically feel the vibration when it strikes the ground. You know it’s dangerous and that you should get inside immediately, but your house is only a ten-minute walk from the park. You think you can fight your way home if you sprint.

But when tiny balls of hail start clip-clopping all over the ground, you have to make a quick decision. At this point, it actually is life or death. You pause for a moment, squinting through the streaking rain to look for somewhere to take shelter. You glance up at the sky, a huge lightning bolt striking in the distance when you do. It's so clear that you can actually see the ragged Z shape it forms.

Luckily, fate is on your side and your eyes happen to land on a very familiar apartment building. You dash through the rain, Maple trotting alongside you, and under the blue and red striped awning hanging off of the building. Your eyes quickly scan the names on the door phone plate, searching for a specific one. You grin and press your finger firmly onto the button beside the plaque reading Austin Butler — 214.

While you wait for your best friend to answer, Maple shakes herself dry and then lies down at your feet, licking at your leg. Her soft pink tongue is warm and slimy on your skin.

“Hey, who is it?” Austin’s deep, raspy voice finally sounds through the intercom.

“Yo, Aus, it’s me, Y/N!" you shout over the torrential downpour. "I was walking Maple in the park but it started raining so we ran over here! Could we come up?"

“Oh, yeah, of course! Come on up."

You hear the short bzzz of the buzzer as the door to the lobby clicks unlocked. Once inside, you pull Maple into the elevator and press the second-floor button. As the elevator zooms to life, you kneel down and run your fingers through Maple’s wet curly brown fur. Her tail wags as she pants, her tongue laying lazily out the corner of her mouth. You smile and kiss her head when the elevator dings.

The doors slide open and you count fourteen doors down the hall. You wrap your knuckles loudly on the door and, a few seconds later, Austin answers. There's a huge grin resting on his face but it fades when he notices you dripping wet and shivering.

“Oh shit, come in please,” he says, standing back to make room for you both to walk through the door frame.

Once you're safely inside, Austin shuts the door and takes Maple's leash from you. You breathe a sigh of relief at the warmth that you feel just stepping inside. His apartment is cozy and pretty clean for a guy's bachelor pad.

“Here, I got Maple. Why don’t you go take a warm shower? I’ll take your clothes downstairs to the dryer and leave some clean ones outside the bathroom door.”

“Thanks, Boots,” you reply, using the nickname you've always called him.

You flash your teeth with an excited smile. He returns the expression and you think you notice a little blush on his cheeks. You smile to yourself as you waddle away to the bathroom and flip the shower on. The water feels so warm and good on your skin. The rain really had been freezing and the cold air conditioning of the lobby and hallway hadn't helped either.

Not wanting to waste Austin's water, you take a quick shower. And when you open the door, just as Austin said, you find a pair of black Nike sweatpants and a grey Mighty Ducks t-shirt.

You've always loved this shirt, and you know it’s one of Austin’s favorites. You put on the clothes, surprised by how warm they are. He must have just taken them out of the dryer or something. You dry off your wet hair as best as possible and step out into the living room to find Austin sitting with Maple, both of them wrapped in a blanket. A mug of something is sitting on the coffee table, steam rising up over the brim of the cup. Austin glances up from petting Maple.

“Oh hey! Here take this,” he says.

He stumbles as he tries to get out of the blanket, his foot caught in the fuzzy fabric. But once he breaks free, he trots over to you and grabs a different blanket off the chair by the hallway, throwing it around your shoulders. You both move to sit on the couch as Maple hops down and moseys over to lie in front of the fireplace.

"Oh, and I made you a cup of tea”

"Thanks. Oh and thanks for the clothes, too. You didn't have to give me this shirt. I know it's one of your favorites. You could have just left a plain white one or something."

“Well, I know you like it, too. And I couldn’t dress you in something ugly. I’d feel too bad.”

"Haha okay fair. But, in that case, you could have just given me something of Ashley's to wear."

Ashley, Austin's sister, is visiting him for a week or so. She stops in every so often and you happen to know for a fact that she sometimes leaves clothes to make packing lighter.

“Oh yeah...well, I, uh... just didn’t think about it. And also, you know, I, um, try not to mess around with her stuff. I’d feel a little weird if she noticed something was missing or...whatever," he stammers.

As he talks, he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, scratching at the nape of his hair nervously. You giggle, your eyes clocking the way his bicep flexes with his movements.

“Well, thanks anyway. For the tea, too.”

“No problem. So, what were you doing out there, anyway?”

“I...already told you that I was walking Maple? I feel like it's also pretty obvious what I was doing since I came in with my dog on a leash?" you respond with a chuckle.

“Oh…oh yeah, right," this time you're positive that you see a cherry-red blush gathering in his cheeks. "Haha, of course.”

You reach toward the table, lifting the tea cup to your lips. The ceramic is warm in your fingers and it sends a shiver down your spine. With the movement of your arms, one sleeve of the shirt falls down, exposing your bare shoulder. You don’t even notice until you hear Austin laugh breathily. You glance up to see your naked shoulder.

“Oh…oops,” you say with a nervous chuckle. You pull the sleeve up as heat creeps up into your face and ears.

“Haha it’s okay. I’m sorry, I just…I didn’t realize how small you are. I mean I know I'm tall, but damn. You’re kinda tiny compared to me."

You set the tea cup down and turn toward him, squinting your eyes accusingly.

“Hey! Don’t make fun of me like that, Boots."

"Again with the Boots...really? You know I hate that nickname," he responds with a smirk and raised eyebrows. You shrug, standing by your insult.

"But I like it, though."

Austin laughs, throwing his head back.

"That's totally lame but it's okay. Your ridiculous nicknames are one of the reasons I love you."

As soon as the words escape his lips, his smile fades and eyes go wide. You've stopped smiling as well. There is no chance in the world that you could have missed those words.

“What?”

“I just…" he stutters. "I said it’s one of the reasons that I like you as a friend, you know.”

He emphasizes the 'as a friend' portion, but you can tell by his frantic demeanor that he'd meant what he said.

“No, no, no," you reply holding up your pointer finger. "You used the word.”

“Um…what word?”

“The word.”

“Mmmm, I mean. I said a lot of words…”

“Love!” you shout, rolling your eyes. “You used the word love.”

“Um…no, no I…I don’t think I did? Cause that’d be crazy right? I mean...me loving you," you can see his blush deepening with every second. He snaps his fingers. "Oh, you know what would be even funnier and crazier, hahaha, if you said you loved me back. Then it’d be like, you know, a big joke or something. Like an inside joke. Uh, that'd be crazy, though. I really don’t-”

“Austin, please stop speaking.”

His lips clamp shut at your command and he sighs, dropping his eyes to stare at his socked feet.

"Good. Now when you speak again, I would like very much if you would be honest with me."

Austin heaves a deep breath before replying.

“Okay, fine. I may possibly be...maybe, kind of," his sea blue eyes flick up to gaze into yours, "in love with you.”

You say nothing for a second, trying to act calm, cool, and collected even though you feel like screaming and jumping for joy.

“How long have you felt like this?” you ask quietly.

“I don’t know…a couple years maybe.”

“A couple years?" you shout. "Boots! Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“I was worried about rejection! I care about us too much to screw anything up in our friendship. Plus, the right time just...never came up, you know?”

You glance down at your hands in your lap and shake your head as the flicker from the fire casts shadows in the living room. When you glance back up at Austin, his face is turned away from you and his fingers are nervously fidgeting. You bite your lip and pull your legs up under you so that you're resting on your calves with your knees bent toward Austin.

You gulp as you reach under his chin and drag his face toward yours. His eyes reconnect with you, looking like a big doe's eyes filled with hope. You lean forward and gingerly brush your nose against his. He smells amazing, clean and warm. You watch as his lips part and his hot breath ghosts over your skin. His hands move to rest on your hips and he closes his eyes. Yours follow suit and you finally press your lips against his.

He sucks you completely into him, pulling you so close against his figure that it feels like your bodies are melding together as one. When you pull back, you're both breathless and flustered. Your breaths mix, filling the air between you with hot air. Austin's warm hand moves to cup your face and you slide yours onto his shoulders. He pulls you in again, snaking his arm behind your lower back. He moves his head to the side to access your mouth better. One of your hands slides up his hot skin onto his neck and then his jaw, relishing in the way it moves in perfect sync with his lips.

One of his hands slides between your thigh and calf, resting on the inside of your knee for a moment before he pulls your legs straight and guides your hips onto his lap. Once seated on him, your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging at the curly blonde roots. His hands fall to your waist, jerking you against him. You gasp into his mouth. You feel like a different person, full of desire for him.

You pull back to catch your breath and Austin moves to your neck, sucking and biting on the skin. You involuntarily tilt your head to the side so he can reach the skin under your jaw. His grip on your hips tightens and you shudder as his hand slides down your thigh and back up to the small of your back. He bites down hard on the skin between your neck and shoulder and you whimper.

He pulls away quickly, staring at you with a worried expression

“Shit, are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no that was amazing," you chuckle breathily. "Please do it again.”

He smiles and kisses your cheek before moving back to your neck. You tug at his curls again as he sucks and bites at the spot. You can feel it growing sore and realize that you'll probably have something to show for it tomorrow. When Austin pulls back, you attack his lips again.

You want to thank him for making you feel so good, so you return the favor by slipping off his lips and moving to the sensitive skin on his neck. You nip at it, dragging your tongue up the veins. His neck falls back and he heaves ragged breaths. When you glance up at him, you see his eyes closed, mouth hanging open, and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He looks irresistible. When you nip hard at the skin right under his neck, he moans breathily.

“You’re literally a goddess," his seductive voice is low and deep. "Have you done this before?”

You giggle against his neck and he chuckles.

“Don’t do that, sugar," he whispers. "The vibration feels nice but it tickles.”

“Shut up and take your shirt off,” you command, biting your lip as you tug at the hem of his shirt.

He smirks and nods, reaching under the hem and lifting it over his head. You breathe deeply as you let your fingers slide down his toned stomach. When you ghost over his belly button, his stomach contracts and his muscles strain. You have to take another deep breath and bite your lip to control yourself. You flatten your palm on his abs and slide it back up his body to curl around the back of his neck.

His hands slide underneath your shirt to grip the skin of your waist. You kiss him, yanking his bottom lip out with your teeth. When you release it, he mutters a breathless 'damn'. You chuckle and bite your lip again, reaching up to cup his soft cheek. You pull his lips to yours as his hands slide down to your thighs. He moves his fingers toward your ass but pulls back.

“Can I, uh…put my hands here?”

“Please. Please dear god, put your hands there,” you whisper with a smile, resting your forehead on his.

He chuckles and kisses you again, curving his fingers around your ass and squeezing it. He groans into the kiss and you moan back against his lips. His body tips over, pushing you down onto the couch. You welcome the pressure of his body on yours and curl your legs around his waist. One of his hands slides onto your stomach and the other pins both of your wrists above your head.

He pulls at your bottom lip and your legs tighten around his hips. When he kisses you again, his tongue touches your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let him in. Just as his warm, calloused fingers begin to pull the bottom of the t-shirt from your skin, the door to the apartment opens with a bang. Austin's lips detach from yours and he sits up, wildly looking around. His hair is disheveled, the curls fluffed up in every direction.

“Hey Austin, I- oh! Oh god,” you hear Ashley's familiar voice from the kitchen.

You cover your mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Ashley was dangerously close to catching you two in the act. You silently thank the stars that you haven't ripped the rest of your clothes off yet. That would have been truly embarrassing.

“Ashley…um hey. Hey! What’s uh…what’s up?” Austin says, trying to act as casual as possible.

“Oh I just…I forgot the gift card for that store,” she says.

Her voice goes up an octave toward the end of the sentence. She’s trying not to laugh. You can't blame her. She just walked in on her little brother about to have sex. Awkward

Thinking about Ashley trying not to break makes you want to laugh that much more. You lie completely still, not really sure what to do. You can see Austin motioning to his sister, telling her to get out of the apartment. You clamp your hand over your mouth again to stop the giggles from spilling out.

“Okay, well you kids have fun. Don’t do anything stupid or dangerous. Love you Aus. Nice to see you, Y/N,” she says and slams the door behind her.

You finally allow the remaining giggles to fall from your lips as you remove your hands from your face. Austin shakes his head with a handsome smile as he stares down at you. Suddenly, the door swings open again and Ashley peeks back inside.

“Oh, Austin, I forgot to ask. You know where the condoms are right?”

“Jesus, Ash!”

“Have fun!" she yells. "Don’t get any bodily fluids on the carpet, please. See ya later!”

You hear Ashley cackling as she shuts the door again. You just laugh harder, slipping into a fit of hissing wheezes as Austin folds his arms over his chest and waits for you to be finished. When your laughs are tame enough to open your eyes again, you look up to see a lobster-red-faced Austin.

“So…" you mumble, picking at your nail. "Are we like a thing now, or...?"

His eyebrows shoot up into his hairline and he leans forward.

“Are we — like, can we be? Ah, what I mean is…Y/N, do you wanna be my girl? Officially, you know?”

You can't help but laugh at his somewhat awkward attempt to ask you to be his girlfriend. His expression is totally helpless as he shrugs with a pained smile. You grab onto his hands, pulling yourself up to a sitting position and gaze into his eyes.

“I would love to.”

“One condition though,” he says and you nod. “Ya have to stop calling me Boots and call me Austin.”

You giggle and shake your head, lacing your fingers into his.

“Deal. Austin.”

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Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Hunters of Ruination

Episode 2: The Junior Hunters Club

Chapter 5: First Order of Business [8 Pages]

Mila recalls the day she first woke up as a Sprigatito after a mysterious Pokémon rescued her from somewhere. Meanwhile, Mayor Sparky decides to give her some training.

Where am I…?

That was the first thought that came to mind as the girl slowly opened her eyes. Though her vision was blurry at first, a few quick blinks allowed her to get a clearer view of what surrounded her.

Instead of a dark, crystal platform with even darker crystals that imprisoned several petrified humans and Pokémon, she was greeted by brown earth, with several blades of yellow-green grass growing. Overhead, she could see a canopy of green leaves, with sunlight filtering through. There were a few white flowers that sprouted, but nothing more. And finally, just a few ways off, she thought she could hear the sloshing sound of a river running by.

She slowly stood up, only for her legs to buckle, causing her to fall flat on her belly again. She tried again, but ended up with the same result.

I guess I have to wait a while until I get some strength back, she thought. That sucks, though…it feels like my soul got sapped out of me.

She waited a couple of minutes, taking in the sights and sounds of her new surroundings. She could hear the chirping of a few bird Pokémon overhead as they flew by. A warm breeze blew by, carrying the scent of summer. And directly in front of her, a tiny Pokémon similar to a white larva skittered by. It took one good look at her before burrowing into the ground, digging with its huge, orange-tipped yellow mandibles.

After a while, she decided to try again. As carefully as she could, she slowly lifted herself off the ground, putting as much pressure on all fours as she could. She nearly lost her balance, but still managed to right herself nonetheless.

Something doesn’t feel right, she thought as she walked along. I feel like a different person, somehow. I wonder why…?

A dry feeling in her mouth interrupted her thoughts, reminding her that she hadn’t had anything to drink. Letting out a sigh, she padded over to the river, the unusual feeling creeping inside of her with each step she took.

No sooner did she approach the river than she began dipping her hands into the water. It was drastically cold compared to the warm summer air, but she didn’t seem to mind as she scooped up a handful of water and stuffed it in her mouth. After taking several gulps of water, she then took one more handful of water and splashed it onto her face before shaking it off.

Much better, she thought. Though it still doesn’t explain that strange feeling I had.

She looked down at the river again…and immediately recoiled in shock.

Wh-what?!

She looked even closer, hoping that she wasn’t seeing things. Instead of her pale olive skin and her brown-haired ponytail with the strands sticking upwards, she was greeted by a light green furry face with a darker-coloured mask. Dark green triangular ears twitched while blue eyes bugged out in terror.

Panicked, she twisted and turned, finding a leafy green mane, four paws with pink paw pads, and a short, bushy tail tipped with dark green.

“No…” she whimpered. “No, no, no, no, no…this can’t be happening! This can’t be happening! I… I…”

“I’VE TURNED INTO A POKÉMON!!!”

Her scream was loud enough to send several bird Pokémon flying in a panic. However, this mattered little to the girl as she curled up in a terrified ball. Her whole body trembled at the reality that was now presented to her.

“W-why…why did this have to happen to me? Of all people?” she asked, tears flooding her eyes. “Why couldn’t it have been someone else?”

The thought of it all was saddening at first. But eventually, that sadness gave way to anger. She slowly rose to her feet and looked back at the river – right back at her reflection.

“That turtle Pokémon…they promised me they’d get me somewhere safer,” she growled under her breath. “They didn’t tell me that I’d turn into a Pokémon!”

She swiped at the river with one paw, slapping a Magikarp out of the water in the process. The orange fish-like Pokémon hopped and splashed a few times before eventually finding its way back into the rhythm of the river. But that didn’t matter to her.

“They must have tricked me,” she went on. “Yeah, that’s right. They probably tricked me into thinking they’d send me back home, but noooo! They had to take me to this strange place and put me in a different body! And against my will!”

She blinked as something dawned upon her. “… Did I even have a home to begin with? A family of my own? Friends?”

She pressed her paws against her temples, trying to come up with an answer. Instead, however, she was met with a complete blankness…nothing.

“I… I can’t remember,” she whispered. A feeling of despair clutched her heart. “I can’t remember anything. My home… my family… my friends… all gone…”

She slowly looked back down at the river. Tears fell from her eyes, dropping all the way to converge with the running water. If that turtle Pokémon took her human form away, then they must have surely taken away her memories…right?

Did she even have a name to begin with?

My name…? At once, her ears perked up. She sniffled and wiped her eyes, feeling a part of her memory return to her. It was a small part, but she swore she knew she had something to help identify her.

“… Mila,” she finally said. “My name is Camila Regina Holt…but everyone I knew used to call me Mila.”

She let out a sigh of relief as soon as she finished. Well, it didn’t unlock anything else she could have remembered, but at least it was a start.

Hey…

Mila jolted. Leaping to her feet, she spun around. “Who’s there?” she demanded.

Hey… Wake up…

“Wh-who said that?” Mila hissed, her hackles raised. “Show yourself!”

Out from the corner of her eye, Mila noticed a sudden shift in the water’s reflection. She turned her attention to it. Her eyes widened as the green colours twisted and turned, darkening into a pure black. Gone was the cat-like silhouette, replaced with a vague, humanoid figure that looked to be composed of crystals. Several multicoloured lights made up whatever facial features she could detect, especially the eyes.

It’s time to wake up, said the figure in the reflection. You already know how the rest of this scenario plays out.

* * *

~Trueno Village, Lightfang Residence~

Mila woke up with a start, her head shooting up from her bed in the process. What…was THAT about, she wondered, breathing heavily.

Once she’d gotten her bearings, she took a good look at her surroundings. Sure enough, she was still in the guest room that Leif and Volt had arranged for her last night. Behind her, the morning sun was rising above the mountains, its light filtering through the window and casting a golden glow on her fur.

Slowly rising to her paws, she hopped off the bed and approached the mirror to her left. Sure enough, as soon as she saw her reflection, she realized that she was still the same as yesterday – Sprigatito and not her human self, with bits of dirt still clinging to her fur.

She sighed. Part of her hoped that it was all just a dream – but alas, this was the reality she was living in right now.

A glint of silver caught her eye from the mirror’s reflection. She turned around and noticed a small platter placed in front of her bed. Approaching the platter, she noticed that there was a white card with a green clover pattern attached to it. She took the note and opened it to reveal a neatly written note.

“Good morning,” the note read. “I didn’t want to disturb you from your sleep, so I decided to bring you breakfast. Hope you like pancakes!”

Setting the note aside, Mila reached over and grabbed the top of the dome-shaped covering. It felt surprisingly cool, despite the content underneath being warm. She lifted the covering and set it aside, only for her eyes to widen at the sight of several fluffy cakes on the plate. They were round and flat, and were stacked on top of each other. A bright pink syrup topped the pancakes, with whipped cream and several Pecha Berries to go along with them. Mila took in a deep breath, filling her lungs with the sweet scent that wafted from them.

Her mouth watering, Mila grabbed the fork and knife that were wrapped in a napkin and began to cut through the stack. She then took a piece of the topmost pancake, blew on it to cool it down a little, and bit into it. It was as soft and fluffy as she expected, almost like her straw bed, and the syrup and Pecha Berry topping that went along with the piece made it very sweet, just like the chocolate Leif had given her the night before.

Wanting more of that sweet, savoury flavour, Mila continued gobbling down her breakfast, admiring the craftsmanship more and more. Leif must have been a great cook to make something this delicious, she thought.

In little time at all, Mila had finished her breakfast, and was now carrying her empty dish to the living room. Once there, she glanced over to find Leif in the kitchenette, organizing some utensils. Jin and Volt, on the other hand, were nowhere to be found.

Leif seemed to notice Mila from the corner of her eye. She immediately put down her spatula and waved with a vine. “Good morning, Mila,” she said. “I didn’t notice you here. So, how were the pancakes I made you?”

“Great!” Mila replied, bouncing towards her. “It feels like forever since I’ve had a proper meal!”

And since I’ve had a proper roof over my head, she added silently to herself with a slight grimace. Living in that dirty old burrow that smelled like something died and feeding on nothing but Berries for days on end had not been a pleasant experience, to say the least.

Leif smiled as she retrieved the platter from Mila. “Well, that’s great to hear,” she said. “It’s not easy being a chef, but it always makes my day whenever someone praises my work. I do take pride in my homemade recipes, y’know.” As if to prove her point, she reached into a pink pouch with heart patterns and pulled out a cookbook. On the cover was the same stack of pancakes Mila had eaten not too long ago. Written in neat cursive in black ink was the title “Leif’s Guide to All Things Sweet and Leafy”.

“Wow,” Mila gasped in awe. “That looks like something you really put together.”

That was more than enough to put a light blush on the Gogoat’s face. “Why, thank you,” she said. “It’s always been my dream to one day open up my own bakery and café. That’s why I work at the inn.”

She glanced over at the clock, her flattered expression turning into a surprised one. “Oh, but we mustn’t dilly dally for too much longer now,” she said. “I did promise I’d take you straight to the town hall, did I not?”

“Then let’s go,” Mila said, dashing out the door before Leif could utter a syllable. Once outside, however, she stopped by the end of the cobblestone pathway and looked out at the beach to her right. The sun was only a few inches above the horizon, but the way its light caught the cobalt waves made for a beautiful view of the beach at dawn.

Her ears pricked at the sound of cloven hooves clapping the stone as Leif trotted up to her side. “We still have some time,” she told Mila. “And I know you’re eager to help out. But before I take you to town hall, there’s one quick stop I’d like to make, if you don’t mind.”

“To where?” Mila asked.

Leif chuckled. “Why, the local Temple of Legends, of course. Just follow me!”

* * *

~Trueno Village, Temple of Legends~

The Temple of Legends, as Mila found out, was situated within the outskirts of the village, stopping just short of where the mountain range began. However, what it lacked in hustle and bustle, it more than made up for with its wonder.

As Mila followed Leif down the winding dirt path, she found herself observing the grassy plains and small shrubbery that seemed to go on forever. At the end of the path was a massive courtyard filled with neatly-trimmed hedge mazes on either side. The maze on her left had a marble statue of a lion-like Pokémon with a mane resembling the sun, whereas the maze on her right had another marble statue of a bat-like Pokémon with wings that took the shape of a crescent moon. A third marble statue stood in the center, resembling a four-winged dragon that looked as if it was made of light.

Ahead of the statues and hedges, a long staircase led upwards to a large chapel-like building made of more marble. A wooden door marked the entryway, decorated with orange and yellow embroidery to make it seem inviting.

Leif sighed as she gazed up at the dragon statue with great fondness. “No matter how many times I come here, seeing this statue always gives me the strength to face today’s tasks head-on,” she murmured. “But everyone knows the real prayers come from within the temple.” She turned to Mila and nodded. “Let’s go in, yes?”

Mila nodded before following Leif up the staircase to the chapel. The moment Leif opened the door leading inside, she was almost in awe at what was revealed before her.

The inside of the chapel was just as grand as the outside. Hanging above her were black metal chandeliers lit with small candles, while white pillars held up the high ceiling. On the walls were stained-glass windows depicting four Pokémon. The first window had a pink fox-like Pokémon with ribbons known as a Sylveon; the second window had a Luxray similar to Volt, minus the facial scars; the third window depicted a green-and-white snake Pokémon called a Serperior; the last window bore the image of a blue frog-like Pokémon known as a Greninja. In the background of each window were objects that seemed to have had an impact on these Pokémon’s lives, such as the mysterious blue gear-like object behind the Luxray, or the mystical multi-coloured tree behind the Greninja.

Ahead of her, a red carpet lined with gold was rolled down the hallway, flanked by stone statues. On the left were the same Sylveon, Luxray, Serperior and Greninja as on the stained-glass windows; the other four statues depicted different Pokémon facing those statues. The first was a Marowak, a brown reptilian Pokémon with a skull over its head that carried a bone in its right hand. The second was a Lucario, a bipedal blue jackal with a black mask-like marking on its face, black aura feelers, and metallic spikes on its forepaws and yellow chest fur. The third was a Samurott, a blue Pokémon that looked like a cross between an otter and a sea lion that held a seamitar in one hand. Last of all was a Typhlosion, a turquoise and cream echidna with flames erupting from the back of its neck. At the foot of each statue, Mila could see several Pokémon kneeling and praying, all while murmuring words of thanks.

The carpet eventually ended at a large altar, with a massive marble statue of an equine Pokémon with a golden wheel on its midsection standing with utmost pride – Mila recognized the Pokémon as none other than Arceus, the Original One. To Arceus’s left was a statue of Dialga, a navy, quadrupedal dragon Pokémon with steel armor covering much of its body and a blue diamond on its chest. To Arceus’s right was Palkia, a bipedal dragon Pokémon with dark magenta ridges running along its pale lavender fur, and two pink pearls sitting within its pauldrons. Behind these statues were more stained-glass windows depicting four humanoid Pokémon, all looking similar to one another, save for the colours and appearances of their shells – a yellow rooster, a pink butterfly, a red bull, and a purple dolphin.

“Oh?” Leif’s voice broke Mila out of her sightseeing. “I wasn’t expecting Mayor Sparky to show up today.”

Mila squinted ahead, noticing that the Dedenne was sitting atop the altar. His paws were clasped together as he murmured a prayer that she couldn’t make heads or tails out of.

“Leif? Is that you?”

Mila turned her head to find a light teal fish-like Pokémon waddling towards them. He had a single spike on his orange cheeks, as well as black fins on his head and haunches. What was most striking, however, was his orange-and-yellow shawl, along with a necklace bearing Arceus’s golden wheel.

Leif bowed before the Marshtomp. “Good morning, Brother Caenum,” she said. “I’ve come to pay my respects to the heroes long past before heading off to work, as usual.”

Brother Caenum smiled as he clasped his hands together. “Devoted as always, are we?” He then noticed Mila from the corner of his eye, and knelt down until he was eye level with her. “And who might this be?”

Mila instinctively flinched and backed off, her face red with shyness. Leif reached out with one hoof and ushered her close. “This is Mila,” she explained. “My nephew found her in Thunderclap Valley yesterday, and we’ve arranged to have her stay with us.”

At the mention of Thunderclap Valley, Brother Caenum frowned. “Thunderclap Valley,” he said, looking sadly at the ground. “Where poor George was taken.” He sighed. “I hope he can be found soon.”

Leif nodded. “I hope so, too.”

Brother Caenum looked at Mila again. “So, tell me,” he said, trying to put on a smile again. “How long have you been out here?”

Mila scratched her head as she tried to recollect what little thoughts she had. “Ummm…a few days, give or take,” she answered. “I used to spend my nights sleeping in a little hollow I found.”

Brother Caenum’s smile dropped once again, especially as soon as he noticed the specks of dirt that still clung to Mila’s fur. “Goodness me,” he exclaimed, yanking her out of Leif’s grasp. “No wonder you’re so positively filthy! Oh, no, no, no, this simply will not suffice at all! Not on my watch!”

“Uh…” Mila stared at him, stunned and unable to formulate a single sentence.

“I need to make sure you’re all nicely cleaned up so you don’t look like a feral,” the Marshtomp went on. “Just a quick Water Gun from me will suffice. And we’ll do it out in the gardens so you’ll get some photosynthesis, yes?”

“I…”

“Great!” Without even waiting for any further responses, Brother Caenum tucked Mila under his arm and sprinted out to the temple’s courtyard. Leif was left standing there, stunned as the two made their way to the garden maze with the bat statue.

“Hehe, kiddo sure knows how to keep this place spick-and-span, eh,” came Mayor Sparky’s voice as the Dedenne strutted to Leif’s side.

With her speech temporarily blocked, Leif could only nod in stunned silence.

Mayor Sparky sighed. “Still, even I’m disappointed in how it took me this long to notice she was still dirty ‘till now. But I’m sure Brother Caenum will make sure she’s fit for her task at hand.”

“Voltmire told me that you two were planning to set up some traps to capture the beast,” Leif said, finally finding her voice again.

“Indeed,” replied Mayor Sparky. “But last night, I thought it wouldn’t hurt to have some support at hand. And I also recalled how she couldn’t use Leafage despite calling it out – at least, not until I told her to think of what her heart wanted.”

“So what do you plan to do?”

Mayor Sparky looked up at Leif, a grin slowly forming from whisker to whisker. “I’m going to see if I can get help from the local trapmaker,” he said. “And along the way, I’m going to put her through a bit of training – inside a Mystery Dungeon.”

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NSFW Bleach Character Requests MDNI

Yes, will write with any kink:

Captains: Suì-Fēng, Gin, Aizen, Byakuya, Tōsen, Kensei, Kenpachi

Lieutenants: Renji, Shūhei, Ikkaku, Kaien Shiba

Hollows: Starrk, Ulquiorra, Grimmjow, Szayelaporro, Franceska Mila Rose, Ggio Vega

Humans: Ichigo, Uryū, Tsukishima, Jugram (haven’t seen last two but they hot)

Others: Hyōrinmaru, Kisuke, Kokutō, Noba, Senbonzaukra, Yoruichi, Yumichika, Zangestu

Depends on ask + Dynamics (NSFW onwards! MDNI)

Captains:

⛧ Unohana, Isane (soft Dommes, maybe MD/LG and patient roleplay, infantilisation/piss, will let/force you to suck their tits, potential yandere, coos “you’re too little to do X, let mummy do it, darling”, picks and helps you into clothes, pet names, some sweet but you associated with bedroom activities, makes you blush when used in public whilst others awww unknowingly)

⛧ Lisa (cruel, sadistic hard Domme, DD, pet play collars & leash- degrader forces you to woof for her, loves marking you and seeing your struggled explanation, you “claiming” her by scratching her back- grins when changing and gets asked if she fought a cat, makes you read stories whilst cockwarming, spanks you whenever you mess up)

⛧ Shunsui, Ukitake (soft DDoms, threesomes, lowkey infantilisation- coos down saying “too weak/little to do X”, cockwarming, size & competency differences, dumbification, integrate cages into their offices/homes- beds, tables, kitchen counters with the base a cage/cage carved into them, fluffy dog beds under their office desk, DD/LG or pet play that lasts more than a single session)

⛧ Yamamoto (age gap, authority kink, gives you anything but the moment you imply you have the power = over his knee spanking, temp/wax play, neglect play- makes you kneel and wait for his attention as he works, sometimes with a vibe that he can control, brat tamer, degradation “needy slut letting an old man fuck you over his desk” praise after so know he doesn’t mean it- cherishes you)

⛧Sajin (Pred/Prey, primal, ruts, knots, praise (both ways- tail wags when you slur how good he makes you cum), possessive, protective, size kink, teaches you defence ends up fucking you, biting- wearing his bites proudly sets him off, grabs you and takes you to a forest, “you have ten minutes to run to safety. If i catch you in that time, you won’t be able to stand by the end of it”)

I prefer human form

⛧ Mayuri (Hard Dom, experimentalist, sadistic, master/slave, scientist/student or teacher/student RP- you cheating on or failing an exam and need to make up for it, cockwarming even if a person enters, nakedly crawling by his subordinates, ‘you can look but not touch’, makes sex pollen, dumbification, neglect play. Aftercare King, adores you in an amazing-science-finding way)

will struggle with fluffy

Lieutenants:

⛧ Rangiku (H+S Domme, w/ consent fucks drunk you, CNC, loves taking advantage of you, innocence kink- not knowing how to finger yourself, wanting to better your alochol tolerance, don’t know how to file paperwork, condescending tease, faux concern, praises and humiliates simultaneously, you go to work with a vibe, asks if anyone can hear buzzing, great aftercare with harder kinks)

⛧ Kira (S+H Dom, laid back but puts you in place when too bratty- will sit and watch you with a raised eyebrow, probably takes you to a BDSM club to show what a good girl you are, lets his friends watch him fuck you but he’s possessive- they can only fuck their fists, learns how to safely do kinks you’re interested in, silk ties, vibe in public, faux concern, likes you kneeling, teacher/student RP)

⛧ Mashiro (mostly soft Dom, spoils you, acts like a sugar mummy. Can be cruel- punishes you by making you (a pillow princess) ride her, won’t help you cum, marathon sex where she use her hollow mask for greater stamina, uses her scarf as rope, tit play (both ways loves you nursing from her and pinching yours, nipple + clit clamps), petplay, her covering your body and fucking you)

⛧ Akon (S+H D, whipped but push too far and he will punish you. a quiet, controlled dom who will normally let his sub be bratty in front of people but when alone will destroy you. NWCM, master/slave, oral cockwarming him while he works, pet play with scientific knowledge to make the ears, tail and heats real, scientists examining a new breed RP, probably makes sex pollen, dubcon)

⛧ Chōjirō (softer Dom, strict on manners, N/SFW punishments. Dildo on chair/mirror disinterestedly watches you ride it, putting you in the corner book balanced on head, NWCM, degradation, foot humping, dumbification- likes teaching you; he’s older and wiser, “let daddy help you understand X” him tutting when you make mistakes, “it’s my fault, poppet, thought you were big enough”)

Hollows:

⛧ Adult Nelliel (mostly soft D, nurturing. Nice punishments = overstimulation, mean punishments = boot worship, humiliation, fucking you in released form. continues fucking you if someone walks in, asks them if they want to join. Primal, makes you crawl naked and collared, a cow bell swinging above your chest, dehumanises you “only goat here is one by my feet” amazing aftercare follows)

⛧ Tier (mostly soft D, queen-maid role play, throne fucking, fully submerged water sex you trusting her with your breath sparks something in her, blood play, loves when you use her to cum but she’s still got the power/authority, dirty talk, infantilisation, instructs you on how to finger yourself, service!top, lets you suck her fingers when you pout, forces her fingers in your mouth when you’re bratty)

Others:

⛧ Ryūken Ishida (DD, doctor-nurse/patient, maid RP, dubcon, innocence kink, intelligence/dumbification kink- showing he’s cleverer than you, you kneeling, casual dominance- makes you light his cig for him. Degrader “sluts need older men”, cockwarming him under hospital desk, him teaching you archery, every bullseye he hits = clothing item off of you, then an orgasm from you, then certain acts- blowjobs, anal. If you complain, turns you into his arrow holder)

⛧ Isshin (breeding, housewife + strength kink, full nelson, wall sex. Goofy but mean!dom, spoils you, sugar daddy energy-buys lingerie just to rip it off. Bows, laces, infantilisation, anal. Degrader. Says he’ll protect you during horror films then scares and fucks you where you fall, CNC, pred/prey, loves you sucking his fingers, collar with his name/bitch/cum dump, pussy slaps, him cooing how your tight pussy can’t take his big cock, creampies where scoops his cum back in)

⛧Sode no Shirayuki(Rukia’s Zanpakutō spirit)(mean bratty!dom, temp play- fingers you with cold hands, ice dildos, freezes you to surfaces to restrain you then laughs and asks if you’re cold, sits on your face for hours “this is my seat”, loves that Zanpakutōs serve their masters but she’s domming you “what would they say, a Zanpakutō with a soul reaper for a pet?” role reversal- you are her Zanpakutō following her impossible orders so you get punished)

⛧Katen(Shunsui’s sword spirit w/ eyepatch) (cruel, wear her clothes or no clothes. Put her crown on you once, went feral and left you bedridden for 3 days. A Qween so serve her by getting on your knees, queen-maid RP, also role reversal- you’re the queen and she fucks you on “your” throne (won’t lower to a jester but a knight from own/another kingdom that beat you or maybe an advisor you trusted- Kyōkotsu playing knight whilst she’s an adviser holding you down, telling you it’s for the good of the people) gets a gag with a dildo on the outside and rides it/your face, prioritises her pleasure. Do well, she’ll let you cum- on her boot. Holds “court”, you cockwarming/pleasuring her, no one acknowleding you)

⛧ Kyōkotsu (mask) (a switch, obeys Katen but doms you. Also a snitch, fucks you when Katen forbids it, promises not to tell but tells so she can watch you be punished. Play wrestling with you as pets under Katen’s supervision with her pinning you down and leaving you a drooling mess. Forces a vibe in you before you meet the Queen, snickers when Katen asks why you’re flushed, proposes you’re nothing but a cheap concubine trying to seduce Katen and have to be punished. Will RP as your bodyguard/knight that gets fed up with your attitude and fucks it out of you. Makes you hump her sword’s hilt, tickles you with the feathers at the end of her sword)

Captains: Love, Rose, Rukia, Shinji

Lieutenants: Hiyori, Momo, Nano, Ōmaeda, Yachiru

Humans: Ichigo’s friends (Chad, Orihime), looks like/is a kid (Ichigo’s sisters, Kisuke’s children, Loly, Menoly)

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courtlyharlequin · 3 years

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Congrats for your 1000+ followers, you deserve it. For the event (and I hope I'm doing this right)

"I know you don't quite enjoy this events but we're already dressed, isn't it? Would you dance with me, my king?" for Leona and the emojis: 🤴👸🎻

Thank you so much!

Adagio

A/N: Hello again Mila~ Yes, you formatted it correctly. Thank you for your request! It’s always a pleasure writing for you and this was no exception. This was honestly very cute to write. Anyhow, I hope you’re doing well <3

Prior to courting Leona, you were aware that he wasn’t big on formalities. He had always complained about his royal duties, how tiring they were, how superficial appearances were, and how dressing for an occasion was much more of a hassle than waking up in the morning. This was coming from someone who woke up at noon

His complaints grew by tenfold as soon as you became his significant other. You had also become a victim of formal events. You were his plus one. It was only fit for you to accompany your king to a ball. He would often scratch the back of his neck as he handed you the invite, waiting for your answer. It was always yes

His graduation party was no exception. Your answer was yes. He rolled his eyes as you admired the invitation’s gold lettering

“Sorry,” he mumbled

“I don’t mind,” you said, dismissing his apology

You knew what you were signing up for the moment you confessed to him after his magishift game. He wasn’t fond of his family– save for Cheka– and he was most certainly not fond of their festivities either. Your presence would reassure him. He wouldn’t have to sulk in a corner or indulge in one too many glasses of whatever the refreshment table had. You wanted to be there for him

As one would guess, the Leona at school greatly differed from the Leona in a ballroom. He spoke eloquently but retained his sarcastic, very-much-over-it tone. He was very distant for being the ball’s guest of honor. His distaste for crowds could be felt throughout the entire room. His smiles were strained. Each interaction with foreign diplomats and distant relatives tested his already thin patience. His mood lightened up when Cheka stopped by to greet him, but, overall, he counted every single minute, waiting for the celebration to end

You found yourself alone midway through the evening. You scanned the ballroom for your beloved lion, but he was nowhere to be found. Cheka was still here so he couldn’t have stolen your lover away. Where could he have gone?

You mingled with the other guests, making small talk with royalty whilst keeping an eye out for Leona

Eventually, you came to a point where your glass was empty. You took small sips of the fruit punch while entertaining the guests, but had you really been talking for that long? You sighed as you made your way to the refreshment table. Leona probably went to recollect his thoughts. He must’ve been tired from answering some extremely personal questions as to why he graduated so late and such. Knowing him, he must have found some cozy place to recharge his social battery

Still, you wanted to dance with him. You watched the dance floor as you filled your glass. Couples swayed across the marble tiles, immersing themselves with the orchestra’s music

You turned back to the refreshment table, placing your glass down. You raised your brow as a shadow shifted across the table cloth. Your eyes trailed from the glasses to the shadow’s source. Ah. So that’s where he went all evening

You dusted off your attire, smoothing out the crinkled fabric before walking towards the window. Leona’s ears twitched as you opened the door

He was leaning against the railing, admiring the night sky. His glass was placed on the edge of the rail, right beside his elbow which propper his head up. His tail fwipped as the door clicked behind you. The music was audible even if the door closed

“Found you,” you said, hugging him from behind

His tail wrapped around your arm

“You had me worried,” you continued

“...”

“Leona?”

He hummed.

“Can we dance?”

He scoffed, “I don’t dance, darling.”

“Just one?”

He sighed. You liked these sorts of things. Balls, parties, festivities. Dancing. You didn’t experience much as he did as a child. Every time you stepped into a ballroom, your eyes widened like saucers. It was a foreign feeling to you. An overwhelming yet overjoying feeling. You were ecstatic. You had always dreamed of experiencing things straight out of a fairytale. You were like a child with an allowance who was left alone at a confectionery

Leona turned and took your hand. You smiled at him. He returned the gesture. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He snaked his arms around your waist. You both swayed to the soft melody of the violins and violas that echoed throughout the ballroom. It was far from that waltz that the guests indulged in. But for you and Leona, this sort of dance was much more intimate than any traditional dance. He buried himself into the crook of your neck as you leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat

As the party died down, he parted from you, taking your hand and spinning you around before bringing you close to him once more

He graced your lips with a saccharine kiss

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #event fic #night to remember event

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bangfantanfic · 4 years

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Our Own World: Chapter 3

Warnings: None???

Type: Not set genre

Authors Note: Hey~ again, so sorry I took so long ;-; I do have two jobs and both are basically full time so I haven’t got much time. This chapter isn’t as good as it could be, I apologise! But now shit can get spicy!!! I hope you guys enjoy 💕

Your brother's guilty face spread across your laptop screen as apologies tumbled past his lips.

“— it’s not like I wanted to be sneaky, I just really needed you!”

“Oh, come on Y/N don’t look at me like that!”

“I would’ve called sooner, you know that!”

Throughout his 25 minute speech on how sorry he was, then how he actually wasn’t sorry, but still was sorry, your brother groaned obnoxiously. It was late at night for him, his jet lag still messing with his body clock. Beside him Mila slept.

You were jealous of how heavy a sleeper she was.

“You’re the only person I could trust with this, Y/N.” He finally said, exhaustion coating his words. “Mom and dad are too interested in them, they would’ve made the boys uncomfortable. I knew you wouldn’t be interested in them from a scientific perspective. I just wanted them comfortable that I forgot about how you would feel.”

You narrowed your eyes at his confession, his face dropping at the expression.

“You’re lucky I didn’t leave.”

He nodded wildly, agreeing.

Your expression relaxed, your glasses sliding down your nose. You wish you could just leave. But you’re too involved now, and you weren’t one to give up so quickly.

“They’re good guys, Y/N. You should give them a chance.”

“Oh, you’re out!” A surprised voice chirped from behind you.

You spun on your heel, cheeks heating up as you caught sight of the familiar polar bear hybrid. He stood with his hands shoved into the pocket of a large brown sweater that hung not too far off his knees.

“Are you hungry? I made sure the boys didn’t eat everything, we’ve been rationing.” He explained, waving you over to follow him.

He led you into the kitchen, swinging open the fridge. His hands now resting on his thin waist as he stared at the contents. His pretty plump lips were pursed into a pout as he seemed to consider what there was to offer.

“Anything in particular you want?”

You weren’t actually that hungry. The house had been quiet, you thought maybe you had found the perfect opportunity to get some fresh air without being spotted.

Clearly, you failed.

But the excitement on the hybrids soft features made your heart clench. How could you possibly say no to him when he’s looking at you like that?

“A sandwich will be fine.” You smiled sheepishly, watching him nod to himself.

“The others are probably off sleeping somewhere,” Seokjin explained. “Hobi and Yoongi are out in the cages, but otherwise I’m guessing they’re sleeping.”

The cages?

You remembered that was where they had been when you first arrived. Your cheeks turned pink at the thought of them watching you fail at your one job.

Why would they be back out there?

Seokjin must’ve seen the frown on your face, quick to change the subject. He began to babble about how the younger boys had been on his back, bored and missing their gaming.

“You’ve probably noticed the two computers in your room,” He said knowingly. “That’s where we would game, but the boys are under strict orders not to go in there.” He laughed.

You nodded, they were the first thing you noticed when you found the room. Two large PC’s back to back, with multiple screens and fancy setups that you couldn’t even begin to understand, but you knew it all cost more than your entire education so you didn’t dare go near it. You knew your brother loved gaming, he always had. It was one of the only things the two of you had ever managed to bond over, even if you weren’t that good.

You felt bad. They’re all clearly bored, unable to leave the house without your brother and you had taken their favorite form of entertainment away, unintentionally but still.

“They’ll live, they have the console out here and phones. They’re just dramatic.” He laughed, cleaning up the mess from lunch.

“Hyung— oh,”

You stiffened at the unfamiliar voice, eyes glued to the hybrid in front of you that grinned at the new comer.

“Namjoon, back inside already?”

You shifted, turning to see a taller male. He had tan overalls on and a white, muddy shirt on underneath. His silver grey hair was fluffy, clearly not done and standing up in every direction, almost covering up the pointed ears on top of his head.

“It started to rain…” He trailed off, although he wasn’t talking to you he was staring you down, his tanned cheeks slightly pink. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.” He added sheepishly, a dirty hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

You nodded, smiling slightly “I’m Y/N.”

He nodded, smiling bigger. “It’s nice to see you out, I was starting to think we never would.” He admitted, carefully walking over to Seokjin.

He moved and spoke to you like a scared animal, how ironic.

You watched as Namjoon washed his hands in the sink, giving you a chance to get a good look at his face.

He was cute, his face round and eyes reminding you of a dragon. A rounded nose and deep dimples on either side of his cheeks. He was beautifully tanned reminding you of honey, and his smile as he listened to Seokjin just made him all the sweeter.

“Miss Y/N, will you be joining us for dinner tonight?” Seokjin asked after a moment.

Namjoon’s head perked up at the question, and although he was trying to make it seem like he wasn’t watching your reaction, or listening to the conversation, you could see him watching your through his eyelashes as he pretended to clean under his nails.

“Ah, I guess if you guys don’t mind?”

“Oh—ow dammit Namjoon, be careful!” Seokjin scolded, making you jump at the raise in tone.

Namjoon flushed bright red, straightening up and grabbing his silky tail. “Sorry hyung, I didn’t mean it!”

The two bickered, Seokjin telling the younger to be more careful with his emotions if he couldn’t control the physical side of it. Meanwhile Namjoon complained that he needs to word things better because he sounded gross.

Maybe for once your brother was right.

The lead up to dinner was nerve wracking. You had spent the remaining hours in your room scolding yourself for agreeing.

You weren’t sure if you should dress somewhat nice? It would be your first time meeting them, did you want to make a good impression? After all they probably all thought you were a scared, stuck up princess.

Scared? Definitely.

A stuck up princess? Maybe a little.

In the end you just settled on what you had put on that morning after your shower. Sweatpants and hoodie. It’s not like you had to impress them.

Right?

“Miss Y/N?”

Your pacing halted. The voice was familiar, but definitely not Seokjin familiar.

“It’s Namjoon, Jin told me to see if you wanted me to walk with you to the kitchen?”

He sounded just as nervous as you felt. You quickly agreed, swinging open your door and almost sighing in relief when you saw him in a similar outfit to your own.

The walk to the kitchen seemed to drag, Namjoon taking him time as he explained a few things about his “brothers” to you.

“Jimin and Taehyung might be a little much, they’re pretty social. Hoseok is pretty loud, he loves to socialise as well.” He had told you, holding three fingers up as his listed people off. “Yoongi and Jeongguk, they may seem rude and maybe even intimidating, but they’re softies. They’re just wary of new people, which is understandable.” He concluded, looking down at you with a small smile.

“Everyone is super nice, I promise.”

When you both arrived at the kitchen three others were already seated, and Seokjin was running back and forth from the table to the stove. Three backs faced you, white hair, brown hair and black hair.

They didn’t turn to acknowledge the new arrivals in the kitchen, but it was obvious they knew you had arrived. The way their backs tended up and ears twitched gave it away.

Namjoon placed a large hand to the back of your shoulder softly, noticing your anxiety. He had honestly expected you to flinch away from his touch. But instead when you leaned into his touch, practically burying yourself into the side of him, he practically disintegrated where he stood. Just when he thought the pink on his cheeks couldn’t get any worse you looked up at him, glasses hanging low on your nose, through your eyelashes and gave him a weak smile.

And that was all it took.

“Boys, why don’t we all introduce ourselves?” Seokjin said once he was seated beside you at the head of the table.

Seokjin sat to your left and Namjoon to your right. Across from you was a boy with white hair and soft features, to his right was a boy with brown hair and then finally, another with black. Two of the three smiled at you, one more shyly than the other, while the third kept his eyes to his plate.

“I’ll go first,” Seokjin suggested, clearing his throat. He shifted himself in his seat so he was facing you properly, a warm smile on his thick lips. “I’m Seokjin, you can call me Jin. I’m, as you know, a polarbear hybrid.”

You smiled, nodding your head. You liked Seokjin. He gave you a warm, cosy, homey vibe which was something you hadn’t felt around anyone else other than your brother. But even then it was a different feeling.

From beside you Namjoon spoke next.

“Namjoon, I’m a wolf— Alaskan interior wolf to be specific.”

You frowned, you had just assumed all wolves were the same. You didn’t realise that there were multiple different breeds. When it comes to animals you really were clueless.

“I’m Taehyung, we already met when you were sleeping!”

“Taehyung, that’s creepy.” The white haired boy snorted, rolling his eyes. The brown haired boy frowned for a moment, thinking before he grinned. A large boxy smile that showed off his teeth and squinted his eyes.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, running long fingers through his hair. “I’m a capuchin.” He added, his tail flicking out from behind and waving. “Not, a furry.”

You wanted to glare, or even flip the grinning boy across from you off. But instead you felt your cheeks burn red and your body curling in on itself. You had a feeling the boy wasn’t going to let your insult go.

You didn’t notice Namjoon glare at the monkey hybrid, or the warning look that Jin shot the boy before turning his attention to Jimin.

The white haired boy smiled, and at first glance you would’ve mistaken the smile as shy. But you knew better.

“I’m Jimin, Arctic fox.” He introduced simply, leaning back into his chair. You noticed he was sitting with his legs crossed in his seat, long fluffy white tail wrapped around his stomach as his brown eyes sized you up.

“And the last one is Jeongguk, he’s your age.”

Your eyes met with the dark haired boys, your back stiffening when you noticed he was already staring at you. He didn’t make any move to look away, in fact his glare seemed to get icier the longer you looked. Your head shot down, eyes to your bitten nails.

“It’s nice to meet you all.”

Dinner went by smoothly. Namjoon was proud of his pack, for the most part they made sure you weren’t uncomfortable. You were even smiling and occasionally, even though you tried to hide it, he heard you laugh. He wanted to hear you laugh properly. Out loud, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. So he left you to laugh to yourself.

He couldn’t help himself throughout the meal, moving closer hoping you didn’t notice the way he inched his chair closer to yours until they were barely a few centimetres apart. You were warm, heat radiating off like the fireplace in the living room. It was his favourite spot to be too, curled up with a book in hand, glasses perched on his nose and the fire roaring beside him. You felt just like that moment.

You were pretty, glasses snuggly sitting on the bridge of your nose, shiny eyes focusing intensely on whoever spoke, all your focus and interest pouring into the one person. Your nose was a cute button shape, and your lips naturally poured, thinning slightly whenever they were stretched back into a smile.

You were easy to read, every emotion spilling across your face. He wasn’t sure if you meant to be like that, but he was thankful for it. He could see how nervous you were the entire night, see how tensed and stiff your shoulders were. It took his entire restraint to not rest a hand on your thigh and to promise you were safe with him by your side.

He really didn't want to scare you off.

After dinner Namjoon was sent off to take the missing two their dinners while the younger three were left to clean up. Seokjin happily accompanied you back to your room, a bright smile on his lips as he babbled away about how well behaved his brothers were. It was sweet how proud he was, and you had to agree for the most part they made sure you were comfortable.

You were surprised how much you had enjoyed the night. Sure you were filled to the brim with anxiety that at some point someone would snap and tear your jugular out, but they all seemed weirdly human too, even with the unique body differences.

Namjoon had made himself closer to you throughout the night, and oddly enough the act didn’t terrify you. It was actually comforting. At one point you had to remind yourself that just because he, and the others, looked more human than animal didn’t mean he wouldn’t tear you limb from limb. Maybe him moving closer was a hunting strategy. But then you realised just how awkward he seemed to feel, the way his foot was bouncing off the floor. How he gnawed away at his poor bottom lip and was practically sitting on his hands to keep them at bay.

His round, dimpled cheeks were flushed pink the entire night, and every so often you could feel him staring.

But there was no way in hell you’d call him out on it.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You pinched your leg, smiling. And for the first time since arrived it was actually genuine. “I’m actually really good! I had fun.”

The blonde smiled, his eyes crinkling and thick lips thinning ever so slightly. You don’t think you’ll ever get use to how inhumanly beautiful he is.

Usually, beautiful isn’t a word you would say to describe a man, mostly because you remember how annoyed your brother would get every time your mother said it, but in this situation you couldn’t help it.

The man was the definition of beauty.

“We had fun too. I hope this means we’ll see you more often?” He looked nervous, his fingers tightly gripping the other hands. You could see he looked hopefully even with his face near only showing anxiety.

“Definitely.”

#bts #bts scenario #bts hybrid #btsxreader #bts reaction #bts fanfic #bts jeongguk #bts writing #poly bts #hybrid bts x reader #Our Own World

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nortedwayfinder · 17 days

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I need more Mila content she’s so cute!

I offer you the amazing original post from @tinstarbby if you haven't gotten to see it yet!

I love this concept so much so if I sketch more of them, I'll be sure to post it for you anon 🔥🔥

#asks #unbreakable bond #sonic fanart #sth #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #genderbent #mila tails minute

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a-dorin · 4 years

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“pretty girl”

pairing: jango fett x female!reader

word count: 792

warnings: cursing, slight breeding kink, flirting

a/n: hi! so i sort of altered this prompt a little bit, as it’s my first time writing for jango so i was kinda nervous. (please be gentle with me as i was a little insecure about this one) i hope you like it though ! enjoy :))

prompt: “HI! Breeding kink with Cody or Jango? 👀 LOVE your work by the way!! 💖 Can’t wait to see it all!!”

(i don’t own this gif)

“something on your mind?”

you blink, shaking your head slightly, “no mila, just watching the rain.”

rain thudded against the transparisteel panes, the noise a dull hum as it echoed through the cantina. the lights were dimmed, the weather outside only intensifying the gloomy, dreary aura. a few regulars milled about, huddled in their usual masses, hollering and shouting every so often.

yet, there was one sole individual who kept to himself, splayed out in a booth, his back against the faux leather, taking in the scenery around him. he was relaxed from his demeanor, yet seemed poised, almost as if he was vigilant.

watching and waiting.

a hunter on the prowl.

“i wasn’t aware that the rain was a shiny mandalorian,” the bartender, a friendly twi’lek snorts, her head tails bobbing, “i usually don’t see too many of those pass through dandoran. he must be a rogue.”

“do you think he’s a bounty hunter?” you prod, arching a brow, “you know, there’s a bounty hunter by the name of jango fett. rumor has it that he’s a mandalorian, donned in gleaming beskar.”

“i don’t think that’s beskar hun,” mila’s lips curled into a devilish smirk, “you know, if you’re so curious about his identity, you could go over there and ask. he doesn’t seem like he bites.”

“even worse, he may kill me,” you roll your eyes, flicking a crumb off the bar.

“there hasn’t been a single round fired in a months,” mila remarks, wiping down a mug, “and i wouldn’t dare let anything happen to you. not on my watch.”

“okay,” you exhale, rising from your stool, “i’m going to ask if he needs anything. i won’t prod, i won’t pry.”

“just ask if he wants a drink,” mila cackles, shooting you a wink, “and let him know it’s on the house.”

“i hate you.”

“no you don’t,” mila retorts, her voice drowning in your ears as you step away, inhaling a sharp breath.

the moment you enter his peripheral vision, the mandalorian straightens in his seat, bringing his arms to the table. his helmet is still intact, the faint beams of light reflecting off the surface. you pause, noticing his head tilt a few degrees as you face him.

“is there anything i can get you? mila whips up a fabulous--”

“i don’t want anything,” the mandalorian grunts, waving a hand, “i’m just passing through. waitin’ for the rain to loosen up.”

“are you sure?” your lower lip quivers, your voice wavering with apprehension, “any supplies? rations? anything?”

“i’m set,” the mandalorian dips his head, the inflections in his tone gravelly from a modulator, “i appreciate the offer, though.”

“where are ya coming from?”

“kamino.” the answer is immediate, short and icy.

“well,” you bit your lip, swiveling on your heel, “if you need anything, feel free to holler. i’ll be cleaning dishes at the bar.”

you’re not even one step towards the bar when his voices pipes up again, “you didn’t give me a chance to introduce myself, pretty girl.”

cocking your head, you fold your arms across your chest, “oh?”

“the name’s jango,” he states, “jango fett.”

“i’m (y/n).” you fidget as you feel his eyes pierce through the visor, “(y/n) (y/l/n).”

“what a pretty name for a beautiful woman,” the words are light, edged with a playful tone, “would you like some company while you wash those dishes, pretty girl? or are you going to just saunter back over there and side-eye me the whole time?”

“you know what,” a faint blush paints your cheeks, “i-i’ll be right back.”

scampering over to the bar, you grip the crate of dishes, hauling them over to the booth. jango scoots over, patting the seat, “welcome back, pretty girl.”

“i have a name you know.”

“i like pretty girl a lot more,” jango retaliates, his tone firm, “how long do these periods of rain last in dandoran?”

“it depends,” you shrug, plucking a bowl from the crate, “sometimes it’s only a few minutes. sometimes it’s days. we never know, really.”

your throat tightens as you feel his helmet inch closer to your ear, “so i got some time then?”

“you do.”

a gloved hand slithers over to your arm, the touch sending a shiver down your spine, “well then pretty girl, i wanna wait out this rain with you.”

“o-okay,” you mumble, your cheeks searing, burning hot.

“you know,” jango’s voice is low, hushed even, “i got a son, boba.”

“so you’re a father too?”

“i am,” he lets out a gruff chuckle, “the fact that i’m a father tends to surprise many.”

“consider me surprised,” a giggle tumbles from your lips.

“and you wanna know something else, pretty girl? i wanna put a son in you.”

#jango fett #star wars #jango fett x reader #jango x reader #au #star wars x reader #nc-17

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msommers · 2 years

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obligatory spoopy day post about halloween costumes for the babes

maeve: has so many ideas and options that she panics for a minute each year; catwoman, katherine from tvd, margaery from got, daphne blake, pink lady from grease, also probably any other one that you can think of bc she has fun but especially loves group/couple’s ones

emma: red riding hood with a tail hidden under the cloak, decked out nature-themed fairy, too many group/couple’s costumes to count bc she loves planning with friends

jorina: says she won’t dress up but can be talked into any couple’s costume by aleksi in about 3 minutes tbh; overspent on assembling a lara croft look one time and reuses it from then on when needed

mila: puts on a little headband with bear ears and calls herself “mama bear” then proceeds to focus on handing out candy and cooking for friends/family

lysandra: elsa, the wicked witch, a sanderson sister, legit any witch costume she’s so easy and predictable, could probably get talked into a couple’s costume by thaddeus or even a group one by maeve if they tried enough

lucinda: ‘20s flapper, velma dinkley, scarlet witch, that one time someone said she didn’t dress up and she said “yes i did, i’m a vintage detective” and pulled back a side of her coat to show off a plastic badge underneath what everyone just assumed were her usual clothes

#don't know enough about elena yet but the obvs one would be an angel lmfao #i truly believe in my heart of hearts that maeve and ilya would throw The best halloween parties. they have that power (and money)#i wanna see awoo polycule with like. daphne (emma) / velma (emrys) / fred (laurie) it's 400 iq and we all know it #jorina and aleksi dressed up like sandy and danny from grease....p good. a classic couple's look #misc: memery #ch: maeve sommers #ch: emmalanthe merigold #ch: scout jorina #ch: mila hightower #ch: lysandra #ch: old luce tag

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theladyofdeath · 4 years

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Alone in the Ashes {20}

A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfction, characters belong to Sarah J Maas. Modern au. Revolves around Nesta x Cassian, Feyre x Rhysand, and Elain x Azriel. Other characters appear throughout. Based on multiple prompts sent in by anons tbr below.

Warning: Mature content. Alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, drugs, sex, language, eating disorders.

For summary & chapter index, click > Alone in the Ashes {Acotar}

Word Count: 3.0k

A/N: More fluff? “But, Tara, that’s so out of character for you.” “But, Tara, what ever happened with Tamlin?” “TARA WHY IS EVERYTHING GOING SO WELL” solid questions......

You are the first dream, the only dream I ever was unable to stop myself from dreaming. You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth. - Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince

“Show me!” Feyre called, yelling behind the velvet curtain. Mor was trying on bridesmaid dress after bridesmaid dress, giving Feyre her own personal runway show.

Which she deserved. She was the bride-to-be, after all.

“Alright, okay,” Mor muttered from inside of the dressing room. “This one has a low back and a high neckline. And, I must say, my ass looks fantastic.”

Feyre laughed but that laughter faded once Mor came out, because she was right - she looked stunning. It hugged her body without being too risque and the deep, lavender color suited her perfectly.

“I love that,” Feyre said, eyes wide. “It’s perfect. Even the color. That’s our color. That’s your dress. You’re getting that.”

“Am I?” Mor asked.

“Yes, and if you don’t, I’m kicking you out of the bridal party.”

Mor snorted. “Fine. I accept. Now, I’m making you try on dresses.”

“My sisters should be here,” Feyre said, just as she had every other time Mor had suggested otherwise.

“You don’t have to get one today,” Mor said. “Please? Just try on a few then we can go get lunch.”

“Fine,” Feyre groaned, hopping up from the couch she was sitting on.

The owner of the boutique came over and helped Feyre into a room before Mor, now changed into her shorts and tank top, went crazy, bringing her a handful of dresses.

“Take your time,” Mor called, closing the curtain behind her. “I’ll be sitting right out here, let me know if you need help.”

Feyre sighed, taking in the line up of dresses before her. At first, she slipped on a ballgown, but the moment she stepped out of the dressing room and looked into the mirror, she wanted to yank it off her body and burn it. Too puffy, too frilly. She felt like she was going to prom - been there, done that. She went through two more that even Mor had cringed at before setting her eyes on a slim fit, beaded gown with an open back and a low, sweetheart neckline. It had thin straps and a long, beautiful lace train.

Feyre slipped it on.

She stepped out of her dressing room and looked into the mirror.

Mor gasped, eyes lined with tears.

“Feyre,” she breathed.

“I know,” Feyre said, shaking her head. “Damn you, Mor! I was supposed to wait for my sisters!”

They both broke into a fit of laughter as Feyre admired the dress in the mirror. It was perfect. It was flawless. There was nothing about it that Feyre didn’t like.

Rhysand wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of her.

She was barely able to keep her hands off of herself.

It was just over her budget; but, she didn’t really care. She wouldn’t be telling Rhysand, who she scolded just the night before about ordering too many flowers - but, she didn’t really care. She would only ever have one wedding dress.

“How long will it take for this dress to come in if I ordered it today?” Feyre asked.

The owner went to a little computer where she typed away for a minute before saying, “Six months.”

All the breath left Feyre’s body.

But Mor wasn’t taking that shit.

“There isn’t any way it can get in sooner?” Mor asked. “Can she buy the one she has on and have it fitted? She’s getting married in October and that dress needs to be on her body when the day comes.”

The owner looked back and forth between Mor and Feyre.

Her lips thinned. “I will see what I can do.”

She went back to work on her computer as Mor snapped an endless string of pictures on her phone of Feyre in her dress, which she promised to send to Elain.

Five minutes later, Elain had sent a reply: G E T I T N O W

Amren’s replying text was similar: If she doesn’t get that dress I will break in after hours and steal it for her.

If Elain approved, it was a must.

If Amren was talking about breaking the law, it wasn’t unusual, but it was still a must.

The owner was still trying to figure out a way to get it in sooner, now speaking to someone on the phone in hushed tones.

Feyre looked in the mirror, again. It was beautiful. Stunning. She could imagine it, paired with a simple pair of heels and a long, simple veil. She could picture Rhysand’s face as she walked toward him in the dress. He would watch her with wide, teary eyes, and a small smile, full of utter adoration.

It was the dress.

Half an hour had passed before the owner rejoined them. The elderly woman sighed, as if all of her energy had been sucked away. “I can get it here in two months-”

Feyre heard nothing else because Mor had jumped up, off the couch, and was running to Feyre with her arms wide open. Laughing, Feyre let Mor embrace her, all while picturing her wedding day.

What a perfect day it would be.

~~~~~

Cassian had gone for a jog along the Sidra, listening to his hype playlist through his earbuds. It was a perfect Sunday afternoon. The sun was bright, high in the sky, not a cloud to be seen. The flowing waters of the Sidra were sparkling beside him.

Even Bryaxis had a little pep in his step, when usually he was trailing behind Cassian and whining after a mile.

They stopped near a little park where Cassian plopped down in the grass, Bryaxis beside him. After taking a drink from his water bottle, he squirted some into Bryaxis’ mouth, too, when his phone went off.

Nesta’s name popped up on his screen.

All of these movies you’re making me watch from the 80s are weird as fuck.

Cassian smiled at his screen before typing back, Which one are you watching now?

It was no secret that Cassian loved movies, so when Nesta asked for recommendations, he had given her a longass list and a giant stack from his personal collection. She had been living with Elain for about two weeks now, and was loving her sister’s company. Cassian hadn’t seen her much, though. He helped her move in, as he promised he would, but he was aware she needed space for now, and he was okay giving her that.

Didn’t keep them from having little text conversations nearly every day, though.

The Lost Boys, she sent back, with a little vampire emoji.

What?? Cassian texted. It’s a classic!

Oh, please, she replied. It’s obvious why you’re such a fan.

Bryaxis had climbed onto his owner’s lap and Cassian was scratching his head, between his ears, when he sent, And why is that?

It took her a minute to reply in which Cassian used to stretch out his long, sweaty legs.

Then the reply came: Bc you’re basically Michael

Cassian cocked his head to the side, even though she wasn’t around to see it. Untrue.

He could imagine her rolling her eyes. Especially when he got her text back. Long hair, motorcycle, thinks he’s hot as shit? Yeah, you’re Michael.

Cassian looked down at Bryaxis. “Nesta’s being mean, Ax.”

Bryaxis’s tail went wild at the mention of her name.

Cassian’s only reply was, I am hot as shit.

Nesta replied with the eye-rolling emoji.

Then, she sent, I’m almost done with the stack you gave me, and as weird as they may be, I wouldn’t mind if you brought me some more?

Before Cassian could reply, Nesta followed the text with, Maybe tomorrow? If you’re not busy after work.

Cassian looked back down to Bryaxis as he grinned. He didn’t know why he was grinning, felt ridiculous at grinning to himself and his dog in the middle of a crowded park, but he couldn’t stop that stupid little grin.

Sure. I’ll be over around 6?

Six gave him enough time to run home, shower, and grab another stack of DVDs she would surely be calling weird as fuck in no time.

Cassian finished stretching, did thirty sit-ups, and was back on his feet, Bryaxis’s leash in hand when Nesta replied: Perfect.

~~~~~

Elain looked at her phone, where she had set a timer.

It had only been fifteen seconds.

The bathroom was small, but she paced back and forth relentlessly. She had chugged half a gallon of water, Nesta watching her curiously as she did so, before excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

They had been watching some vampire movie from the 80s. Not exactly Elain’s thing. She was glad for any excuse that politely removed her from the room.

Even if said excuse was anxiety ridden.

Another glance at her phone.

Thirty seconds.

Her pacing continued, her fingers drumming wildly against her thighs.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing, right? I mean...Azriel would be great, of course, but it certainly wasn’t ideal. They had only been dating a few months, only began sleeping with each other the month before.

If it was true, it must have happened that first night, or one of the nights soon after.

It was too soon.

Elain’s anxiety shot through the roof.

She looked at her phone.

Forty-five seconds.

Two minutes felt like a lifetime when everything was on the line.

She was only a week late, but even when she was barely eating, her period had always remained normal - perfectly spaced out, returning like clockwork the third week of every month.

Her eyes met her phone.

One minute down.

One minute to go.

“It’s okay,” she breathed, shaking out her hands, as if that would somehow make the situation better. “It’s alright. Breathe.”

By the Cauldron, what if it was positive?

Would it really be okay?

Azriel would freak out, without a doubt.

He already had Mila. She couldn’t add more onto his plate.

She looked at her phone.

One minute, twenty seconds.

But he was so good with Mila. He would be an amazing father. So gentle and kind, so loving and passionate.

But would he want to have kids with Elain?

She imagined he hadn’t even thought about such a thing yet. Elain hadn’t even thought about it, not until she went eight days over her start day without her period.

For the Mother’s sake, they hadn’t even used the word love with one another yet.

Phone.

One minute, forty-seconds.

Elain couldn’t breathe. She slumped down to the floor, on top of the gray, fluffy rug, and closed her eyes.

In, out.

Don’t panic.

Panic doesn’t help.

But she couldn’t help it. Her eyes began to water, the tears trickling down her pale cheeks.

She suddenly had a feeling that everything was about to change. She was a woman. She knew her body. Either it had gone into shock with all the lifestyle changes she had made in the recent weeks, or this was all real.

Her timer went off, and her eyes shot open.

She took her phone off the counter and silenced the timer.

Then, with a shaky hand, she pulled the test off the counter.

Pregnant.

She read it twice, ten times, twenty times, that single word the only word she could think of.

She was pregnant.

Pregnant.

With child.

With Azriel’s child.

A fist pounded on the door, scaring Elain shitless. She swore, quietly, scrambling up from the floor.

“Hey, it’s Az. Nesta said you came upstairs. I assume you’re in there, since….well, you’re not anywhere else up here. Hope you don’t mind me coming by early. I dropped Mila off with Mor and Feyre to look for a flower girl dress. I was told I’m not allowed to see it before the wedding day, so...”

Elain took a deep breath, hoping her voice remained steady when she said, “Hey! Oh, I’m just...fixing my contacts.”

A pause. “Okay. I’ll go downstairs and wait with Nesta. I’ll catch the end of The Lost Boys.”

“Great,” Elain said, and her voice broke.

Azriel didn’t move from the other side of the door. She could see the shadows from his feet. “You okay? You sound upset.”

“No, no, I’m fine,” she promised him, although she obviously wasn’t. “Just a little emotional today.”

“Alright,” Azriel said, uncertainly. “Can I open the door?”

“I’m naked,” she blurted.

“While putting in contacts?” Azriel said, huffing a laugh. “Not that it’s anything I haven’t seen before.”

The doorknob turned, and Elain cursed herself for not locking the door.

She quickly hid the test stick behind her back as he came in.

He took one look at her red cheeks, her blurry eyes, and frowned. “Hey…”

She was frozen in place as he stepped toward her, as he took her face into his hands and wiped away her tears. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head, and Azriel pulled her into his arms.

His body stilled.

He was taller than her by quite a bit, no doubt looking down as she planted her face into his chest.

Down at Elain’s hands, behind her back, gripping the test so hard that her knuckles were white.

Azriel reached around her and took it from her hands. He stepped back, looking down at it.

Pregnant.

He took a step back, studied it as if he wasn’t seeing it correctly.

His face was unreadable.

Elain’s hands flew over her mouth as she broke into a sob.

Azriel’s gaze jerked up, his eyes widened as she cried. “Hey, hey, no..”

He set the test down on the counter and pulled Elain into his arms. He held her tightly against him as she wept.

“I’m sorry,” she choked out, voice muffled against his shirt.

“About what?” he whispered. “You don’t have to apologize, El. Okay? Don’t apologize.”

She nodded, and when she looked up at him, his hazel eyes shone. “Please tell me what you’re thinking.”

He hesitated, his hands still rubbing her back. “I’m not….I’m in shock, I guess. But, I’m not….mad, Elain, I think you think I’m mad.”

She took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. “I’m in shock, too.”

“Okay,” he breathed. “Well, that’s good.”

Elain laughed, softly. “How is that good?”

“Pretty sure shock is normal in these situations,” he said, quietly.

All the tension left Elain’s shoulders. “I’m scared.”

“About what?” he asked, voice low.

“All of it,” she said. “Carrying a child, birthing a child, and everything that comes after that. And you...Azriel…” Her words trailed off, but Azriel didn’t say anything. He watched her and waited, patiently. “You would be an amazing dad, Az, but I don’t want to trap you.”

His brows furrowed as he brushed her newly fallen tears away. “Is that what you think? That I would stay with you because you’re pregnant? Or, that I would even want to leave you in the first place?”

Elain looked down. She shrugged. She wasn’t sure what she thought, wasn’t sure how to sort her thoughts.

Azriel lifted her chin back up with his fingers. “Do you want to have this baby?”

It was the same question that Elain had stayed up the night before asking herself, over and over again. If it’s positive, do you want to keep it? Elain laid her palms flat against his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath. Although afraid, she felt completely confident when she answered, “Yes.”

Azriel smiled, tentatively, and nodded. “Then I’m going to be here, okay? You’re not trapping me, Elain. You couldn’t trap me if you tried. I know we’ve been together for a few months, and we’re still in that honeymoon stage, and I won’t pretend that I know what the future holds....But I do know that I love you.” He kissed her forehead. “And I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to do this, and it’s going to be okay, okay?”

Elain laid her palm against his cheek, brushing away the tear he had that fell. “You love me?”

She knew Azriel, knew he didn’t say things unless they were true. And, after talking with Mor, she knew Azriel had never said that word to another woman.

Azriel’s eyes softened. “I do. But, you don’t have to-”

“I love you, too,” she breathed, interrupting his modesty.

And it was true.

Yes, she had loved Graysen, but it was a false love. She loved the idea of Graysen, loved the life they had built, but it wasn’t true, Graysen had proven that in the end.

But with Azriel…

Azriel was truth, kindness, gentleness, passion, genuity, love. He was everything she needed for herself, all wrapped up into one, perfectly imperfect man.

And she loved that about him.

She loved him.

He smiled down at her, and it was one of those smiles that she had only seen a handful of times from him. His teeth showed, his eyes went bright, his plump lips curved upward. That smile...it was an image that Elain kept in her memory for her darkest of days.

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