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zealousllamawolf · 12 days

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Lost in the Woods (Alastor x Reader) Part 2

!!Minors Please DNI!!

Pairing- Alastor x Reader

Summary- After having a heated moment before someone interrupts Alastor eagerly comes back to show you what you had missed.

Word Count- 1.7K

Warnings- none I think

Tags- SMUT, blood sharing, rough sex, p in v, oral (Alastor receiving) OOC Alastor if you blink.

Part 1

~Alastor’s POV~

Alastor scuffs as he pulls Nifty out of the ice machine behind that bar sitting her down, wiping the ice flakes off her nose. “There you go dear’ he wipes his hands on his coat, turning to look at Charlie. “Now, was all you need darling,’ a hint of annoyance bubbled over, eager to return to your disheveled body in the bayou.

“Yes, sorry about that,” Charlie shuffles awkwardly at his impatience.

‘’You know how Nifty is, who knows what bug she went after.” Alastor chuckles patting Nifty on the head, lighting up his tone. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I have business to attend to” he smiles mischievously as he disappears back into the shadows moving through them to his room.

Desire once returning to his crotch stretching the fabric tautly, clearing his throat once he remembers the feeling of your cunt under in fingers, wondering if you were wet below the thin barrier of clothes. Alastor decision to leave his shadow to watch over you paid off; there you were stripping off your clothes down to just your undergarments as he watched though his shadow’s eyes. You make your way over the pond’s dock before sticking your foot in the water seemly to evaluate the temperature.

Once Alastor reaches his room, he teleported to the edge of the pond near the dock behind you. Taking in your figure though half-lidded eyes his stare trails up and down your body stopping around your plump backside before noticing a large thin scar that trailed around your waist following the curve of your hip before stopping above your lower back. You were perfect, he thought to himself grinning lustfully.

“My, my dear, it seems you have made yourself quite comfortable” his voice dropping lowly, you jump and lose your balance tipping backwards into the water. Alastor rushes forward, dropping to his knees he peers over the edge waiting for you to break the surface for air, when you didn’t come back up after a long thirty seconds the duckweed blocking his view under the water Alastor quickly stands up and throw off his coat off, kicking off his shoes unbuttoning his shirt before scanning the water’s surface again. He leans down again over the dock’s edge as your faces pops up under a lily pad hiding underneath staring up at Alastor grinning.

“Oh, you checky girl.” Alastor says breathlessly hanging his head lowly in relief, the tension leaving his shoulders. Why did he feel such a need to dive in the water after you? He wanted to protect you, keeping you all to himself, wanted to mark you and show everyone you were his and his only. Anger starter to rise unable to catch his breath, he pants out “Never do that again,’ wincing at his sharp tone he adds, “Please,’ softly.

He watches you swim up to him resting your arms on the dock you grab his arm reassuringly, “Okay, I won’t if you come in here with me” you say pushing yourself up enough out of the water and plant a soft kiss on his cheek before trailing kisses down his jawline, Alastor growls in response hastily shedding his shirt and pants. A night swim is a bad idea anyways, Alastor indulges.

He sits down with his feet over the edge before slipping in the lukewarm water completely submerging himself even though he can touch the bottom. He feels his shoulder being yanked up by your hands, so he abides rising himself up out the water, directly in front of you. You wrap your hands around his shoulders and link your legs around his waist. Alastor groans at the sudden pressure pressing against his crotch and bring his hands to your hips noticing your panties were no longer on your bottom as well as your bare chest pressing against his, in the distance he sees your undergarments floating at the surface.

“Ha, ha so eager little doe.” Alastor says as he runs his hands to your ass cheeks gripping them tightly. You throw back your head grinding against his hardening cock. “But patience is a virtue,’ he says teasing.

Alastor twists around with you still connected at the hips. He pushes further into the water on his back, the movement sliding his length down your uncovered core making you moan at the friction. Resting your hands on his chest you arch your back allowing him to see your breasts peeking up out of the water duckweed sticking to your upper half.

“But Alastor, I need you,’ you say pleadingly.

“Oh, forgive me but I thought we were taking a nice night swim?” he cocks an eyebrow at you, making you frown in desperation, Alastor gins enjoying teasing you knowing he will not be able to hold out much longer as his cock twitches with desire.

You lean down and plant a feverish kiss directly on his, sliding your tongue on his bottom lip tasting a hint a blood from his fresh cut lip. The heat from your kiss snaps something in Alastor and in an instant, he teleports both of you to the closest tree, pushing you against the trunk. He deepens the kiss exploring your mouth feeling one of your sharp canines nick his bottom lip making you kiss him more intensity. Alastor pulls back with a low groan.

“You know idea what you are doing to me my dear,” Alastor says breathless shuddering when you run your fingers through his hair gripping at the root making him suck in a breath.

“S-show me, Al” you beg grinding on his cock.

“It hurts that you assume I would give in that quickly silly girl.” Alastor lies slickly through his teeth, chuckling when you pout at him although it does not last too long before you unwrap your legs from his waist and start to get on your knees running your hands down his chest as you meet the ground stopping when you reach his hips. “So perfect,’ he whispers when you start to pull down his briefs.

You look up with pleading eyes “May I sir?” his cock twitched at being called ‘sir,’ he runs his thumb on your cheekbone glowing down at you and nods.

He used his spare arm and rest it against the tree letting out a moan as you free his throbbing cock, the cool air cooling his precum that started to gather at his aching red tip. He watches as you stare hungrily at his length groaning as your mouth encases his tip, sliding down taking him inch by inch till your mouth takes all of him.

“So sweet of you taking my cock like a good girl.” Alastor gasps as you pull him out of your mouth twirling your tongue around his tip before diving back down again picking up speed, moaning sends vibrations all around his cock, resulting in him thrusting into to your mouth going past the curve of your throat. “Mmh, you make me feel so good darling,” you look up at him unable to say anything as he gently thrusts into your mouth tears forming in your eyes. You slide him out of your mouth with a pop.

“Are you going to show me now how much I make you feel good now?” you ask cheekily, Alastor respond by picking you back up like you weighed nothing, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist again, teasing you with his tip lined up with your dripping entrance. Aching your back made his tip slip in making you moan at the sensation; you try to lower yourself further on to his cock but his firm hands stops you. You look at him with a crazed face, but he just stares at you grinning maliciously before thrusting into you with such force making you release all the air from your lungs. You gasp unable to catch your breath as he does not stop before pulling out of you, slamming back into your gummy walls. “O-oh God,” you shudder.

“No dear its only me here and me only making you feel this way.” Alastor starts roughing fucking you into the tree. He does not stop there, forcing your legs higher pressing them against your chest, all that was holding you up now was your back firmly pressed against the tree and the pace he thrusted into you. Every time he pulls out, his tip pressed against your g-spot making waves of pleasure course though your body, he feels your walls clamp around his cock. Alastor changes his angle until he hits the right spot making you moan his name, hearing his name come out of your swollen lip makes him go feral, the coil in his stomach tightens further, he knows your close too when your legs start to push against his hands.

“Just like that Alastor, please” you beg tears falling down your face, your whole body tightens, and he hears you scream his name as your release floods your body, your walls spasming around his cock.

“Almost there little doe.” He growls picking up his pace to unnatural pace chasing his own high.

“C-can I bite you?” you say fixed gaze at his neck.

“Yes, dear take your fill” you don’t wait till be finished speaking as your bit down hard at the curve of this throat, making his groan in pain, the sensation spread though his body right down to his cock, with one last trust he finishes inside of you panting. You do not stop your assault running your tongue against the wound you created until the blood stopped flowing freely.

Pulling back both of you panting with his cock still buried deep in your cunt. He pulls out, his seed pouring out of your elevated cunt. You close your eyes as he carries you to his bedroom, he whispers pressing his mouth to your ear, “You did so well, but now it time for you to rest. You have a very busy night ahead of you.” He says softly.

That was the last thing you hear before falling asleep in his arms. Alastor sighs contently with you sleeping on his chest, he slowly traced your faded scar wondering what happened.

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A/N

I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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vulturv0lans · 10 months

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hiiii lovely! can i please request a dom!brattamer!diluc smut in which the sub!fem!brat!reader has been teasing him all day on shift at the winery and being a massive brat, so he decides to punish her by teasing her back and eventually fucking her behind the bar? and bonus points for choking + leaving marks! thank you sm, have a good rest of ur day! ^-^ <3

sorry if its a big request :>

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀʜᴏᴜʀꜱ (ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ)

eeeek a request!! this is my first time writing & publishing smut hope u enjoy hehe sorry it took so long!!

listening to azeru's audios while writing has its benefits <3 anyway i think i might need some holy water after this

tags: dom!diluc, sub!reader, brat taming, oral, semi-public, choking, marking, creampie, rough & spicy & kinky but soft at the end because i want it to

word count: 3.3k (oops)

requests open!

diluc swallows thickly as you saunter across the room, hair a little too bouncy on your shoulders and chest pushed up a little too high out of the neckline of your shirt, your eyes dancing a little too tantalizingly from patron to patron, lingering a second too long on the intoxicated figures drooling over you, before landing squarely on his with a knowing smile.

you've been doing this all day, and the clock cannot strike midnight fast enough. for the past few hours, all diluc can think of is throwing you against the wall and teaching you a lesson about teasing him in public, or wearing less revealing clothes around useless drunks, for that matter.

but several of them still remain, and he cannot close the bar for another good thirty minutes. even though most of the crowd has thinned out, the room reeks of alcohol and sweat, and there is nothing he wants to do more than physically throwing everyone out the door.

no, he must wait.

the knuckles that gripped the bar counter turn white from the pressure, and he takes several deep breaths to maintain his composure. you ignore the antics of the drunk customers, though, expertly dodging the haphazardly placed stools on the floor and opening the latch on the door that clearly says "employees only", before coming to a stop next to him.

the air is filled with the scent of you and diluc feels lightheaded from the sudden lack of oxygen. you support yourself with both hands on the counter, and he has to force his eyes away from the perfect shape of your breasts, now almost threatening to spill out of your low-cut top with the way you're leaning over the bar.

"do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

you jump slightly at his sudden proximity to you, but his words send a delightful shiver down your spine nonetheless. so you feign innocence.

"i can't say i know what you're talking about."

diluc huffs in frustration and shifts out from behind you to serve a customer, and your feel the cold now that his presence is gone. still, the thought of rendering your lover helpless in front of the patrons is too exciting to pass up. when you notice a plastic cup on the floor next to diluc's feet that must've missed the previous night's cleaning, a bright idea pops into your mind.

glancing around to make sure no one is paying attention to your forthcoming disappearance, you shuffle closer to him and bend down, pretending to care enough about the cleanliness of the bar. but your hand stop short of the cup and reach for his legs instead, earning a surprised gasp from diluc before crimson eyes are glaring down at you.

"what do you think you're doing?" he hisses, only loud enough under the music and chatter for you to hear.

you blink innocently at him, but your hands don't just stop at his knees. they snake higher and higher until you grab ahold of his belt, expertly undoing the buckle and slowly pulling the fabric down his legs, stopping only when the evidence of his arousal is clear and present before your eyes.

large hands roughly grip yours before you have time to make another move, a dangerous look in his eyes intended to halt your actions only spurring you on further. you wriggle free from his grasp to gently trace the outline of his erection through his boxers, until a small wet patch stains the fabric and he inhales deeply through his nose.

you giggle quietly at his current state. kneeling down on the floor under the bar counter and settling back onto your heels, your nimble fingers hook under the waistband and finally free his aching cock from its confinements. you almost drool at the sight before you, feeling dampness pooling in your own pants.

if he really hates this so much, he would've stopped you a long time ago. you take his inaction as encouragement and lick a bold stripe up his length, earning another sharp inhale from him. you get to work almost straight away, closing your tinted lips around him until he hits the back of your throat.

you groan at the taste of him, the slight vibration making his body tighten under your hold. thankful for the music that drowns out his heavy breaths and the lewd sounds of your mouth, you swirl your tongue around his tip and the thick veins, feeling the warmth of him filling up every part of you.

you'd be lying if you say you hadn't dreamt of this, teasing and milking him dry all without a way for him to seek revenge, at least not until later.

the neckline of your shirt stretches as it gets pulled down lower, until your breasts are out on full display under him. his knee buckles at the sight, and he almost cums right there when you let go of his cock with a wet pop, before settling his length between the valley of your breasts.

your lips wrap around his tip once again as you start moving, the smooth skin on your chest now glistening with a mixture of your spit and his pre-cum. you take more of him into your mouth with his every thrust, pressing your tits together tighter around him. it isn't long until he is a mess above you, knuckles even whiter than before as he desperately tries to hold on to whatever little composure he has remaining.

he is so close, so close to spilling his seed all over your tits and that pretty face of yours. oh how he longs to see you covered in his cum-

and then you stop. right as he is nearing his climax, you release him from your mouth and pull your shirt back up over your chest, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before pulling his own pants up as well, as if nothing happened at all.

he is almost furious. but there's only so much he can do in his current position, cock red and angry and leaking from lost pleasure, and he shoos the remaining patrons out of his bar with harsher words than usual, despite it not being time to close yet. the second the last customer steps out and you turn the lock, your body is shoved up against the wood and his mouth is on yours, tugging harshly at your bottom lip.

you moan into him, finally getting a moment alone after fantasizing about this all day. diluc doesn't seem to share your excitement, however. his hands are rough on your body, firmly settling them on the round of your ass and lifting you up effortlessly.

you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you over to the counter, his lips continuing their assault on yours before moving down to the nape of your neck, roughly sucking at the sensitive skin. your core tightens at the sensation, knowing that you'd have to cover the marks with makeup for days to come. still, you're too engrossed in him to care.

when he finally breaks from you, lips swollen and eyes half closed, you know you're in for a ride tonight.

"what did i say about teasing me like that in public?" he whispers darkly into your ear, and you shiver at his hot breath on your skin.

"don't act like you didn't enjoy it-"

before you can even finish your words, a large hand wraps around your throat and you're forced to swallow the rest of your sentence, yet the wet patch in your panties only grows.

he resumes his assault on your neck, trailing his lips lower until he reaches your chest. mumbling something along the words of "get this off", your shirt roughly tugged below your chest to expose your breasts, nipples hardening in the cold air.

it's his turn to tease you now, to teach you a lesson about disobeying him.

he latches his mouth onto your breast, but instead of licking and swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud, it's all teeth and biting. you throw your head back, the pain soon turning into pleasure.

it's getting too warm in this room, and you need to feel his skin on yours, now.

you reach to unbutton his shirt, but nothing escapes diluc as he pins your wrists down to your sides.

no touching until you learn your lesson.

he tuts, and you whine in response, growing frustrated at the unfairness.

diluc doesn't seem to care, only releasing your breast when he feels satisfied. the skin is red and teeth marks litter the soft skin, but you barely have time to register it before your shorts are slipped down your legs, leaving you exposed in only your panties.

he chucks the denim aside in disdain. "you're almost begging people to stare at your ass in these," he grunts and forces your legs open with his knee, "is that what you want? for all those men to look at you?"

you give your head a hard shake, wanting so desperately to close your legs and relieve the pressure but with his built body settled squarely in between them, you can only dream.

a finger comes to rest below your chin, tilting your head and forcing you to look at him,

“use your words.”

"no! that's not what i-"

once again your sentence is cut short as his lips unexpectedly latch around your most sensitive area. your body jolts at the sudden pleasure, but it ends all too soon.

he runs a finger up your folds through the soaked fabric of your panties, enjoying your pathetic whimpers, "so wet already. getting off on people catching us, hm?"

you shift your weight, trying to pull him closer, but he merely hums in response as he presses kisses to your inner thighs, their softness a stark contrast to the dark hunger in his eyes.

you don't know how long he spends paying attention to everywhere but where you want him, but by the time he finally pulls your panties aside and licks up the length of your core, you almost explode right there. he groans at the taste of you, and before you even have time to react to the delicious vibrations, a finger is inside you and you see stars behind your eyelids.

the ministrations of his tongue do not stop as he pumps his hand in and out, soon adding another finger and curling them upwards to reach that one particular spot. he can feel you clenching around him, and despite wanting nothing more than to feel your tightness around his cock instead, bad girls don't deserve to cum just yet. and he knows that.

every moan and whimper out of your swollen lips is more higher pitched than the last, and diluc knows you're close. all the words in your head have been replaced with his name and mindless begging, and you can only repeatedly whisper cute little please's at him, hoping that asking nicely would get you what you want.

but diluc has other ideas in mind.

just as you're about to reach your high, he abruptly pulls back and withdraws his fingers. a mix of emotions washes over you, frustration, desperation, and downright horniness longing for something other than his fingers inside of you, now. your eyes start to water as he leans back and admires your current state with a proud smirk. you’re propped up on your elbows with matching littered marks and bruises on your neck and inner thighs, legs spread wide open and glistening with your arousal, your pussy pathetically clenching around nothing as you desperately chase your high.

"diluc, please," you breathe out, tears betraying your resolution to remain composed. you feel your orgasm fade with every passing second and you’re clawing at every chance to reach it again.

"please what?" he teases in a singsong voice, lifting his hand to your mouth and you obey almost too quickly, swirling your tongue around the fingers that were just coated with your own taste.

you hide your face in his shoulder, suddenly too embarrassed to confess all the dirty thoughts racing through your head, all the things you want him to do to you, whatever dominance you had established with that sloppy blowjob under the bar counter long dissipated like the wind.

seeing no response, diluc draws back a little and lifts your chin with one hand, forcing your tear stained eyes to look up at him. slowly, he leans down and presses a languid kiss to your lips without breaking eye contact, and for a moment you thought he has finally had his share of fun being mean to you.

this is where you’d be wrong, of course.

his teeth catch on your bottom lip as he breaks away, tugging a little too harshly and earning a moan from you before you could stop it. the corners of his own lips curl up in a sly grin as a firm hand slides up your chest before coming to a rest around your neck, and your eyes widen.

“use. your words.”

the letters tumble out of his mouth and directly into yours, the fingers around your throat tightening slightly until every last bit of rationality is squeezed out of your brain.

“i want you.”

he grunts with what can only be described as satisfaction and excitement, but his hand remains closed around your throat.

“you’re gonna have to be more specific than that, baby.”

your pussy is aching with arousal, craving for something - anything to fill you up, bringing you back to that euphoria you were so senselessly robbed of.

“i want you to fuck my pussy so good i can’t walk in the morning,” you blurt out with a pathetic sob, “i want you to fuck me like i’m your little toy, please, diluc, want you to fill me up!”

he lets out a low growl, composure and patience running out as he finally snaps his hips into you, bottoming out without even giving you a moment to adjust. your head falls back and you cry out at the sudden pleasure. you feel so full. so blissfully full as his cock slides in and out of your walls, fitting so perfectly inside you like missing puzzle pieces.

he starts moving in slow, long strokes, reaching deep inside you and hitting that one spot with every thrust. your hands roam each others’ bodies like animals starved for days, and your skin is on fire. diluc reaches for the hem of your shirt and you comply a little too quickly, raising your arms so he could rip it off of you and finally free your breasts from the constraint of your bra.

despite the heat of the moment, he takes a second to admire your body, so perfect before him. your breasts pushed against each other in your lacy bra, and he doesn’t waste anymore time before running his hand down its smooth curve, until a nipple is freed from its constraints. he moans out as if he wasn’t just sucking on them a few minutes ago, as if he hasn’t seen you naked plenty of times already.

he was planning on saying something sappy at the sight before his eyes, but a sudden clench of your walls around his length makes him jump with pleasure.

you can wave goodbye to whatever sentimental words he had in his mind, the warmth and tightness of your pussy replacing all of his thoughts with a primal, burning desire to fuck you stupid.

diluc quickens his pace, his hands doing fast work unclasping the hook of your bra before moving down to rub rough circles on your clit. you wrap your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his back in a feeble attempt to bring him even closer, even deeper. the air is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the lewd noise almost making you tighten even more.

“fuck. do that again.”

he seethes through his teeth, and you obey, clenching repeatedly around him until you are close to your own release.

diluc must’ve sensed it, too. his hand makes it way back up your stomach, past your perky tits bouncing with each thrust, and firmly settles around your neck again.

you’re reduced to a blubbering mess as he tightens his grip while maintaining fast, steady thrusts, the lack of oxygen somehow fuelling your arousal even more.

“is this what you wanted? to be fucked and choked like this?”

you nod fervently, the tip of his cock hitting your spot over and over again until you almost see stars.

“do you want to cum?”

if you nodded any faster you’re sure you would’ve broken your neck. the coil in your stomach is tightened to an impossible amount that you feel it might burst at any moment.

“do you think you deserve to cum?”

you let out a breathy whimper, avoiding his question.

“answer.”

his hand tightens again as a warning, and you shake your head - as much as you could in your submissive position.

satisfied with your answer, diluc finally loosens his grip and you gasp for air. seeing this as your opportunity, you clench down on him, hard.

a line of curses splutter past his lips as he almost cummed first from your vice-like grip on his cock, the embarrassment soon turning into anger as he fucks you even faster, harder, until you’re almost passed out from the pleasure.

you’re so close. if he just touched you-

a harsh slap landed on your clit and you jolt. this is not what you had in mind, but it’s surely getting you where you need to be nonetheless, if not faster. seeing this side of diluc is a bigger turn on than almost anything else, which is what prompted you to tease him in the first place.

he can barely hold back anymore. your hands are slipping on the counters, trying to hold onto anything as you near your release.

“cum for me baby, i want to hear you.”

that’s all the permission you needed as the coil inside you snaps, powerful pleasure washing over you and rendering you helpless as you shake uncontrollably, juices dripping down the counter onto the hardwood floors and the sheer force of your orgasm pushing his cock out, your face contorted with pleasure. the sight of your pussy, still squirting and clenching from your release, makes his head so clouded that he can only think of one thing, and he roughly thrusts into your sensitive hole again without second thought.

a few more sloppy thrusts and he’s cumming deep inside you, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum to the rhythm of your clenching as you come down from your high. the air is filled with a harmony of both your moans as he collapses on top of you, completely spent after the hour of rough sex.

you lay limp on the counter, head still reeling from your high. if a man of his stamina and strength is exhausted, just imagine your pathetic fucked-out state.

but you’re happy. perhaps a little too happy at finally being brought to your release, and soon that sensation is amplified as diluc slowly pulls out and you feel the warmth of his cum dripping out of your abused pussy.

you remain still for a few moments, legs still pressed against your chest and your heat exposed to the air, which is now hot and humid from your activities. it’s a sight diluc wishes to have imprinted on his mind for the rest of his life.

he leans down to kiss you, gently this time, smoothing out the hairs stuck to your skin. coming down from his high, he breaks and kiss and leans his forehead against yours,

“are you alright?”

you nod, a blissful smile on your lips, and he has never seen a more beautiful sight.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, diluc.”

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kuromhiel · 4 months

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New Target 🎯 UNLOCKED

╰┈➤ Jax x Female!Reader

WARNING(s): Not Proofread

Headphones on.

They're on all right. But, this was odd.

"Sir...Why am I feeling a bit dizzy..? Is this part of the online interview with the client?"

Silence, just silence.

"S-Sir..?"

I couldn't move my head, my body, literally. Why was everything in the room blurry and getting doubled? The room was spinning, and the only thing I could focus on was the bright screen of the monitor placed in front of me.

The monitor looked old, dirty in fact. There was rust on the side and it was only visible due to the fact that it was white.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, thinking it was right to do so. Just so the dizziness would disappear.

But— Why was everything so... colorful all of a sudden?

I could hear voices behind me, but all I could think of was my colorful surroundings.

I felt lighter than usual.

"Caine, is this one of your NPCs? Or is this a new sucker?"

I hear someone spoke up, I turned around to notice all different kinds of...What are they..? Characters?

I stared in shock, unable to speak.

"Cause if it's a new character.. We're gonna have to redo this whole theme song!"

It says, somehow frustrated. "I'm not doing that again." Another one spoke.

"What the $%#!?"

Everyone turned their heads to me. Seriously, this is how it feels when all eyes are on you?!

I stood in pure silence, feeling a bit embarrassed. I shouldn't have spoken too soon.

"There's two of 'em?" The rabbit spoke again.

"There's two of me?" I ask, feeling weirded out. "He meant the two of you." A red head spoke, pointing at me and another character that dressed up as a jester.

I nod once before observing each one of them, this one is gonna be some weird day.

...

"No. I don't think I want a tour." I wave my hands in front of the teeth man.

"Come on, it'll be fun! You wouldn't be able to have an adventure if you're not aware of your surroundings—" He proceeds to convince.

"No thanks. I'd like to explore more...By myself?" I laugh awkwardly. If I were a "new human" in this place, I would not like to have a tour at all.

"Oh well." He shrugs, flying to the poor female jester and disappearing into thin air.

"Hi there new one, you feelin' okay?" The red head approached me, putting her soft doll hand on my shoulder.

"I feel funny. Are you sure this is real?" I look at her with desperation. I'm not insane but I'm desperate to find out the truth. What if the jester girl was right? What if this is a dream?

"Sorry, but it is. Oh, and don't try to pull out your body parts like that weirdo a while ago. Or you could, I see those headsets on ya." The purple rabbit spoke with a sly smirk.

I put my hands on my head, trying to find the headset but it wasn't on. "Haha! Just kiddin'! You really believed me?" He grins. I sigh in frustration, the red head arguing with the rabbit.

"Quit trying to play with her, Jax! Leave her alone, instead of welcoming her, you're making her want to leave more!" The doll argues meanwhile the purple rabbit just rolls his eyes.

"It's all right. I don't mind." I smile awkwardly. The red head faces me, offering her hand to shake.

"I'm Ragatha." She introduces herself. I smile, taking her hand. Before I could reply, the teeth man and jester girl came back.

I stare as the jester girl vomits. The rest of the characters staring as well. A bubble popped up and started licking the vomit..

Weird.

"Wait.. Wait! Was that an exit door I saw out there? Is that a way to leave?" The jester girl spoke up.

"What exit?" Jax spoke up, taking the other character's hand and using it as a back scratcher.

"If there was a way to leave, I'm pretty sure we all would've left by now." The hand gets out of Jax's grasp, starting to strangle him in the process.

"Yeah..What are you talking about?" The other character furrows her brows.

The teeth man starts talking about how the jester girl was just experiencing "Digital Hallucinations." While denying the fact, he still believes she is experiencing them.

He switches the topic by asking her name. She starts panicking not knowing her name..Not REMEMBERING her name.

Hold on, if she doesn't remember her name..It means..I don't remember mine as well.

"My name.." I mumble, earning a hum from beside me. "You forgot your name, too, didn't you?" Ragatha smiled softly. "I did." I admitted. No way, how coulf I forget my own name!

The teeth man suddenly makes a giant machine appear, helping out the jester girl pick out a new name. "What do you think of XDDCC?"

"I don't—" She gets caught off. "Right! Terrible! Let's try that again!" He let's the machine spin again.

"What do you think of Pomni?"

She agrees to the name awkwardly. Poor Pomni, she still looks so troubled. "Hey Caine, what about this one over here." Jax says with his arms crossed.

"Right! What about you? What do you want?" So..His name was Caine.

"Uhh, you can pi—"

"Okay! Let's pick again!"

I narrow my eyebrows, he cuts people off so easily!

"Oooh, candy! What do you think?" He floats closer to me. By closer, literally in front of my face.

"S-sure?" I forcefully smile. "Great!" He flies over to Pomni who was trying to walk away.

"Candy suits you!" Ragatha smiles. "Nah, she doesn't even look sweet." Jax clears his throat. "Gosh, and your name is Jax! You look like your name would be Sadism." I argue back.

"Ohoho, I can throw you away like candy wrapper. Don't fuel up the fire." Jax smirks as he raises his brow. "But I think I'm starting to want to ruin your days here. Or years." He shrugs.

"I'll make yours even worst."

"Oh look Zooble, new target unlocked. I got some competition." Jax nudges Zooble's side. "Great, so your $%!# wouldn't be around ours any longer." She replies, not wanting to be a part of the conversation.

"I'll be on your tail, Candy. If you don't mind." Jax crosses his arm, standing tall. "Oh, and I'll be on yours, you rabbit." I narrow my eyebrows. "That wasn't really an insult. I could throw you away like Candy wrapper." He argues.

"Oho, but you can get a taste of this sweet Candy first." I argue back. His face shifts to surprise before another demeanor. "Whatever you say, remember, Caine said to keep it child friendly."

"Whatever rabbit."

"All right, sour candy."

"Now good luck and have fun my little superstars!" Caine says, before disappearing into thin air.

Pomni stares at all of us in silence before speaking up.

"What did any of that mean?"

I look over at Ragatha, then Jax.

"I didn't listen."

The rabbit roles his eyes. "You're doing bad on your first day."

"And you're annoying me pretty much on my first day."

"Good to know."

#jax x reader #tadc jax #tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus jax x reader #tadc jax x reader #ameijamsTADC🎭

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tokoyamisstuff · 7 months

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Punchline pt. 2/3 - Buggy / Reader

Ch. 2: Build

Summary: While you are on the run, Buggy reminisces about your unusual relationship.

Warnings: Angst, Kidnapping, Cussing, Alcohol, Mentions of Violence and Death, Reader is still kinda annoying here sorry

[Previous Chapter] - [Next Chapter]

A/N: Went a lil' overboard (hehe) with that one. I am sleep deprived but on a mission for you guys. As always not proofread.

[ Two years prior]

"Take everything that's not nailed down!" Buggy ordered his men around as he stepped over the corpses of the enemy crew, "And don't you dare keep something for yourself!"

Oh, Buggy was mad, and not just in the literal sense.

He has eyes and ears everywhere after all, and got notice of a particular rumor going around.

Some no-name pirates had come up with the brilliant idea to kidnap Y/N Y/L/N, the daughter of some nobleman, hoping to squeeze him out of a good portion of his wealth for her return. The clown was almost jealous that he didn't come up with the idea himself...

...but that's even better, right? Now that they've done the dirty work, Buggy only needed to take her from them and collect the money.

"Who do we have here? Another freak for our show?" he scoffed, accompanied by his crew's conditioned laughter.

"P-Please" the other captain begged so soon it was almost boring to torture him now. Buggy laughed menacingly, janking the man by his hair with ease.

"The girl" he demanded, the blades in between his fingers only barely scratching the neck of his enemy. "Tell me where she is and I might even let you live."

Too afraid to utter a single syllable, the man pointed to the trap door that led to a part of the ship's basement.

"Thank youuuuu" the clown chanted way too enthusiatically as he dropped his victim, face thumping on the wooden planks with a loud bang.

Everything was a success up until now - Buggy's crew obliterated those pathetic wannabe-pirates, stole everything of worth and captured those who could be of use to him. And only to think about the ransom money he could get out of that rich asshole made Buggy feel like throwing a dissolute party tonight.

"I'm feeling generous today" he stated as he confidently strode towards his biggest treasure yet, "Everyone who'd rather work for me than die is free to join my crew."

The clown basically kicked in the trap door leading to a small chabin of the lower deck...

...what he found there however made his cheerful spirit disappear into thin air.

"What the heck" he blurted out as he jumped down to get a more proper look, seeing you cower in a corner of your prison.

It was a sight that made even the ruthless Buggy's insides churn.

A fragile yet stunning woman indeed - but those lowlifes had beaten you to a pulp. You were in an almost catatonic state, only reacting when Buggy came closer.

"P-Please, no-no more!" Blood was splattering out of your mouth while you whimpered and begged, flinching when the pirate reached out for you...

...but the hit never came. Instead, his hand carefully ghosted across your cheek, putting some strands of your hair out of the was as he assessed your face.

"Hey, doc!" he then roared, the sudden noise making you wince once again. "Move your ass here!"

Glossy eyes blinked up to the bizarre person towering over you, not daring to raise your hopes after the torment of the past few days.

Before you could even react, the man swiftly picked you up, a wide grin stretched across his face as he winked at you. "You're welcome, sweetheart."

Your intuition told you that you were safe now, so exhaustion soon got the better of you. Buggy watcher mutely as you collapsed right in his hold, his smug smile disappearing.

It was awfully quiet on board when the clown ascended the stairs with you in his arms. He wordlessly let you down on a stretcher, two of his men carrying you onto his ship so he could attend more urgent affairs again.

"So..." Buggy turned around, now again wielding his knives in both hands, "I'm thrilled to hear why you morons would beat the girl so that not even her own father would recognize her! Better choose your words wisely."

"B-But you said you'd have mercy!"

"I also said I'd die my hair pink but here we are" the clown shrugged, unimpressed by the other captain uttering countless excuses.

Still, all of a sudden Buggy just turned his back to the man and was on his heels, leaving his rival - if one could even call him that - appaled as well as speechless.

"Well then, farewell. Let's go guys!"

Even after a few minuted had passed and the Bog Top had set sail again, everyone was too stunned to believe what just happened.

"Boss?" Mohji was the only one daring to ask straight away, "Why did you decide to let them go?"

"Who said I did?"

And at that very moment, the enemy ship on the horizon blew up through several Buggy Bombs, his cheeky grin returning way more sinister this time.

"Now to business..." he giggled as he passed the celebrating crew, quite satisfied with himself.

Without even having the decency of knocking he stormed into the room you were brought to, seeing you sit on a cot bed with your knees pulled to your chest.

"Y/N was it, right? Already looking way less shitty than before!" he commented only to be rewarded with a gloomy look.

"Who are you?" your voice cracked several times mid sentence, and you were surprised by his consideration when the man in front of you offered a glass of water to treat your sore throat. Not caring whether it could be poisoned - hell, right now you'd drink piss for all you cared - you emptied it all in one go.

"Oh, you don't know me?" The pirate did a boastful pose as one of his feet stepped onto a barrel, chest swelling with pride as he introduced himself. "The name's Buggy. Buggy the Clown! The Flashy Funster, the-"

"Well, for your information: I'm also the future King of Pirates." You chose to not further comment on that statement. "So, young lady, now it's your turn to tell me why they messed up your face like that."

"Yeah, I can see that" you interrupted him in a matter-of-factly tone, visibly unimpressed.

Heh, he liked your guts already.

"You're one to talk" you spat venom at him, not feeling like complying - but commenting on his appearance crossed a line for the clown.

He slammed his hands to the wall right next to either side of your face, harshly grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up. "A bold gal for someone that just needed to get her ass saved from the brink of death just a few hours ago, ain't ya?"

"Alright, you want the truth?" you snapped back at the criminal, still refusing to meet his eyes. "My father no better than them! He's an abusive piece of shit that's probably glad his troublesome burden of a daughter is finally not his problem anymore. So there's not one berry to gain from me, which is why that other captain let off some steam on my face. Got it? You happy now?"

"...you're lying. Don't you dare fucking with me-"

Just as he pointed a threatening finger in your direction, you slapped his hand away and pulled a crumbled letter out of your torn sleeve. There it was, black on white, an official seal decorating the bottom right corner of the paper - very formally written, but your father basically told them you're not important enough to pay for.

For a whole while, nothing but silence accentuated Buggy's dumbfounded expression.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! All this work for nothing? Shit! Godfuckingdamnnit!!" Tears began dwelling in your eyes once again, knowing very well this was the opposite of what he wanted to hear. Buggy was already in the middle of a violent ourburst, cussing and destroying furniture left and right.

Pirates are all the same, or so you thought.

"Do me a favour and just get it over with" you asked unnaturally calm when the clown was done letting out his frustation - after all, you had already prepared yourself for the worst back with the other pirates. "Throw me overboard, shoot me, or whatever."

"Wha- the hell are you talking about, woman?!" Buggy facepalmed, rubbing his face to become clear-headed again. "Why the fuck would I do that? I'm not a monster."

For some reason, his whole demeanour caused you to crack a smile in this surreal situation. "If that's the case, you really should consider changing your wardrobe."

How dare you aggravating him beyond belief, after just ruining what should've been his biggest win yet?

God, Buggy had a feeling you were just as insufferable as he was - no, worse...

...it kind of grew on him already, though.

"Haha, very funny." Crossing his arms in front of his chest, the pirate sighed mentally before stating "Too bad for you, but I'm the only jokester around. We're dropping you off at the next best port and that's it."

"Wait-!"

Buggy stopped in his track, his hand already on the doorknob when you called out for him.

"I-I...have nowhere to go." You nervously fumbled with your hands, quietly adding "And I certainly won't go back to my father."

So bratty before and now acting all submissive - not that he minded it. "Your point being?"

"Can-could't I just stay with you guys?"

A loud, kinda unsettling giggle filled the room as Bucky slapped his knee and simultaneously held his stomach while laughing.

"Now that was a hilarious joke! But I like your guts!" He scoffed all boastful, wiping a methaphorical tear from one eye. "Wanting to be fed through, but in what way exactly would you benefit the team?"

You hissed like a cornered cat when the clown's face was suddenly just inches from yours, taking in your appearance from head to toe. "Everyone needs to play a part in my circus, dear."

"I..." you seemingly debated something mentally before ultimatively answering "I can sing. Is that good enough?"

"Mhh? Might've to hear it to decide" Buggy answered, admittedly intrigued if you actually had a talent for music. "Well, I guess there's always something to do on a ship this big. And I have a big heart, after all."

"Hopefully as big as your nose" you retorted without thinking first, but as always your mind catched up on your mouth way too late.

You swear to have heard his head crack as he moved it from left to right, clenching his jaw before turning to you once again.

"I-I'm sorry..." It wasn't like you were scared, the opposite even - for a split second you saw actual hurt in the man's eyes and it made you sick with guilt. "You saved me, and I'm so impolite. I- it was a rough few days. I didn't mean to be mean, really!"

God, why can't you ever shut up for heaven's sake? Joking about one's obviously biggest insecurity and now...with every word you're probably only making things worse!

And if only you knew the horrible consequences other people had to face for less than this comment...

...but it seemed that somehow, Buggy had a soft spot for you already.

"Oh" he finally opened his mouth, voice cutting through the thick air. "As soon as you're healthy again I'll have you clean every toilet on this ship" he grumbled, yet failed to be as furious as he'd usually be with others.

"Deal." You cracked a smile, being rewarded with him unwillingly mirroring it. Ignoring your pain and discomfort, you tried bowing a little before adding "Oh, and again, properly this time: Thank you for saving me. I'm really grateful, Buggy."

"From now on, that's 'Captain' to you."

[Present time]

"...I almost forgot that she was a pain in the ass from the very start."

Your now-kinda-ex-lover currently did what he could best - drowning his sorrow in cheap liquor. Gosh, one would think he'd be used to that crippling feeling of inadequacy and loneliness...

...but your words still echoed through his mind, as if taunting him for letting someone peek behind his prideful mask.

He threw another empty bottle through his room, the glass shattering on impact with the wall. He rubbed his aching temples, concluding the mess would be a problem for future Buggy.

Yes, in more than one way you and him had been alike - you simply had the privilege to be born pretty.

He had thought you to be a spoiled brat in the beginning, but quickly realized that this first impression of you couldn't have been more wrong.

Ever since he saved you back then you had worked your ass off every single day, not once questioning orders from the man that had given you a new chance at life.

There was always a cheerful atmosphere on the ship and everyone had welcomned you with open arms, so you weren't afraid of those apparent 'freaks' in the slightest...

And while you couldn't deny that this man was insane in more way than one, it was hard to believe him and his crew to be the ruthless criminals they depictured themselves as.

They were simply lost souls that were treated ill just for being different, now seeked out revenge. A cycle of hatred, how sad.

But Buggy had rightfully concouded that while alone they may be weak, but together they could achieve everything.

A 'King of Freaks' they looked up to, who accepted them as they were, gave them a home and purpose - just like he did with you.

...quite the opposite even: You fit right in.

With them, you found an unusual family - yet one you always wished to have.

Talking about the past didn't come easy to you, which was another thing you and the captain had in common.

Merely when you were almost blackout drunk and Buggy had to carry you to your room you had let some details slip, hanging onto his coat maybe a little too tight since he was the only person in the world that made you feel safe.

Told stories about a mother you never got to know, passing away during childbirth. How this man you wouldn't even call a father resented you for it - more likely because you weren't born a male heir.

Back then you were insulted, beaten and humiliated on a daily basis. Treated like a slave and sometimes wouldn't see the daylight for weeks as your father prefered to hide his greatest failure.

Admittedly, you had him wrapped around the finger since the beginning - and it didn't take long until you unknowingly had his heart in a chokehold.

Deemed a failure from the very start...

...trust doesnt come easy to those who have been failed repeatedly - Buggy of all people understood first hand.

At first he found your subtle stares unnerving, mistaking it with the degrading looks he knew all too well...

...yet at one point not even his inferiority complex could stop him from noticing the way your face lit up every single time your eyes met.

While you didn't dare making a direct move on your captian you certainly did not try to hide your little crush for him either.

Moreso, you actively seeked out his company whenever possible, despite all of his efforts to scare you away...

...until he had grown fond of your presence, no - until the two of you had become practically inseparable.

To Buggy, you had one of the brightest laughs that ever graced his ears. And oh, how he loved making you smile through both words and actions. You were so blissfully naive when it cames to his jokes and little pranks, and in opposite to his crew or the usual hostage audience, your outbursts of laughter came from the heart.

It was a mutual benefit, really: Buggy managed to get your reserved self out of your shell, showing you a whole new world with endless possibilities for your former oppressed character to develop...

Even long before you became official, you'd share whole nights together, both as vulnerable as you'd never been before. You'd lull him to sleep with your voice, with his head resting on your lap and your fingers entangled in his blue locks.

...and simultaneously, you brought out the best inside of him as well. Putting up with all of his shenanigans, humbling him if necessary.

And frankly, he needed to be brought down to eart again a lot, so at least once it was good that you had no filter.

Little did you know that he was just as whole heartedly enarmored with you, yet fought it both for your sake and to protect his own heart.

For months, you were wondering if a man of his calibre would even reciprocate those inferior sentiments.

After all, those tender moments you shared were exclusively after both of you shared a fair amount of alcohol - and Buggy chose not to talk about it afterwards.

Buggy remembers it like it was yesterday when he caught you all alone on deck, staring into the night sky with yearning in your eyes. You were clearly shivering due to the cold breeze, until suddenly Buggy's severed hands threw his coat over your shoulders.

You greeted him with an affectionate smile, waving the rest of the clown over. He was looking very plain for his standards, with neither makeup nor accessories and his hair tied into a messy bun.

For a while, the two of you enjoyed the starry sky and salty ocean air together - until Buggy broke the comfortable silence.

"You know, you could leave" he suddenly spoke, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Huh? What makes you think I want to?"

"I don't know" he admitted, looking anywhere but your eyes. "You're pretty. Talented. Stronger than you look like. Maybe you'd be better off without some lousy freaks dragging you down."

"Never say something like that again!" you poked his chest as you scolded him. "Without you guys I wouldn't even be still alive! You gave me freedom, a purpose and have been so kind to me all this time, even though I'm nothing but a burden..."

"And I thought I'm the fool here" he chuckled softly, finally looking up from the spot on the ground his eyes were glued on. "To the crew you're like a ray of sun in the middle of a storm! And you're also our star act, besides me obviously. So what makes you think like that?"

Weird. He was behaving so different from his usual self...

...did he care about your feelings after all, or was that just wishful thinking?

"Well, I'm still not a real pirate. You went out of your way training me, and yet- I mean I can't even bear to see people hurt! How's that useful in a profession like ours?"

"You're empathetic" he spoke softly, absentmindedly petting your head. "Something I lack, but not a bad trait. And you don't have to be useful. As long as you're-" Buggy cut himself off, gladly your mind catched up before your mouth would let something slip.

"As long as what?" you repeated his words, and feeling caught his heart instantly dropped into his stomach. "C'mon, you can't be that oblivious."

You only knitted your brows together in confusion, just like every time when you didn't get the punchline to a joke of his. Adorable, it never failed to warm his heart.

"...as long as you're with me, I guess." Your jaw dropped at this almost-confession, just looking at him with a deadpanned expression.

"That's good" you uttered with a shaky breath, "Because I didn't plan to leave the man I love."

Silence.

"Wait- what?!" Actually, he was waiting for a 'just kidding' from your side. You had an awful sense of humor, after all - and this was just too good to be true.

His reaction did nothing to calm your nerves. After you finally found the courage to confess he wants you to say it again?!

Clenching and unclenching your fists, gulping several times to get the feeling of a lump out of your throat.

"I said I'm in love with you, Buggy!"

Dwelling in those memories did in fact make the hurt of today even worse, he deduced after he could finally tear his mind away from the past.

Buggy buried his face in his hands, mentally preparing himself to step in front of his crew again. Maybe he should redo his smeared makeup, so he wouldn't look like the perfect picture of misery in front of his men.

You're still out there, after all - and all alone in a pirate infected island at that.

"Bring me one more!" Buggy commanded no one in particular as he staggered onto the deck, his crew frightened as they were aware of his current mood. "B-Boss, we're all out. You drank-"

Buggy sucked in a pained breath, ready to let out his built up turmoil of emotions at anyone that would dare make another sound...

...until Cabaji returned with grim news:

"We found her, boss. She-" he paused, knowing his next words might get him into an awful situation.

Immediately, the clown grabbed his subordinate by the collar of his shirt, his severed hands lifting him up with ease. "Where is she, huh? Tell me!"

"Y/N, she- she's with the strawhats."

#buggy the clown #buggy opla #buggy / reader #buggy x reader #self insert #writing #fanfiction #one piece

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lino-nyangi · 1 year

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update

first of all, sorry for the sudden news! i should've probably brought this up earlier haha but tbh i've already been postponing it since the beginning of march

if it makes it any better, i won't be leaving permanently but will be on hiatus for a long time. i'm talking like months. (need to focus on my degree, work, wellbeing etc so i'm deleting tumblr from my life for a while!) it doesn't change the fact that i'll be gone but i genuinely didn't think it would affect anyone if i mysteriously disappear into thin air when i scheduled it. so i just wanted to say that i will (probably) be back! once everything's settled up :) or maybe i'll be over it idk, i usually can't keep a fandom social media account for more than six months or so because it gets overwhelming and i just crawl back into my tree house like an introverted elf. so it's honestly impressive that i kept this one for this long lmao

i'll probably still be writing from time to time for fun, just not sharing any. i'm not good at emotional(?) multitasking and this blog takes up a lot of space in my head even when i'm not active/writing so i want to close that window in my brain.

you probably also noticed that most of my fics aren't accessible anymore. they aren't gone! just made private. as you already know, i like keeping track of who consumes my content, and leaving (mainly nsfw fics) out in the wild while i'm away honestly makes me uncomfortable. so i hope you understand!

thanks to everyone who made this place enjoyable. i'm not good with this kind of talk but i really appreciate you all ♡

sorry for not responding to asks or replies but i did read all of them before posting this and i'm thankful for your concern. we can pretend this was all a fever dream!! i'm leaving you with many amazing writers here so it's not a big loss, is it? i hope you take care of them and show them lots of support!

here's aaall my love ♡ (only if you want it)

— joo

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goodstories08 · 2 years

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Bad Influence

Chase Davenport X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Chase was an instructor at Mr. Davenport’s Bionic Academy and Y/n was a student. Many rules were against romance in the facility let alone between an instructor and student, but maybe a bad influence can change a stubborn mind.

! Powers: Gravity Manipulation, Kinetic energy Manipulation, Cosmic Energy Blasts !

The bright white lights above you illuminated the giant red circle beneath your feet. This test was simple, it was a tournament style fight to see where you were ranked in power level amongst your peers. You felt confident in being more powerful than everyone but the problem was that you had not fully mastered your power yet. You barley even know how it worked, all you knew was that you could sink the whole academy if you weren’t careful enough.

“Fight!,” Chase yelled while stepping out of the arena, for a second your eyes meet. You had never felt anything like it before but you felt safe, even if your opponent had already started to throw blasts at you

You raise your hand and the energy blasts disappear into thin air, earning a few “Ohhh’s,” from everyone. Since we didn’t have many things to do at the academy the most fun we had was either watching fights, training, or sneaking around with someone.

Mr. Davenport put a ban on romance while in the facility but of course no one listened. There was even designated make out and sex spots that were known by everyone but the instructors and Mr. Davenport of course. You had personally never been to one but maybe you will someday.

“Shit,” A blast of energy hit your shoulder causing you to wince in pain. Your eyes started to burn a bright blue color and your feet float about a foot of the ground, “Your gonna regret that!” With one quick flick your opponent lifted into the air as well, but not as gracefully. “Any last words before I kick your ass,” you mumble with a huge grin on your face, the boy in front of you trying to break free.You felt something in you, your power seemed to be weakening. “Fuck you,” the boy yelled before blasting you out of the red circle.

“Alright, Jeremiah step aside you move on,” Chase said in a quiet tone before nearing your body, which was sprawled out on the metal floor. He grabbed your arm and helped you balance yourself, his earthy scent filling your nose. For the first time in a while you felt blush creeping up on your cheeks. You had seen Chase around before and had even talked to him but why all of a sudden where you crushing on him?

You shook the thought from your head and looked into his eyes. “Y/n you lost, but tomorrow you will still have a chance to get back in and up your rank. Ok,” You nodded your head and he smiled before coming close to your ear, “I-If you need any help I might be able to teach you a thing or to later.” Your lips curved into a smile and you nodded your head. “All right then, who’s next guys.”

You look at the ceiling, silently giggling to yourself. The thought of Chase just made you so happy, and you couldn’t tell why. A salty breeze of ocean air blew through the window of your bedroom as you float in the air. A sudden knock on your metal door caused you to fall back onto your bed with thump. “Who’s there?”

“Chase, I-I was thinking that maybe I could… I mean we could train… In the training room… We’re people train,” He said with a defeated sigh. “What the fuck Chase you call that flirting?!,” Someone whisper yelled, presumably Bree, loud enough for you to hear.

“Shhh he can hear you,” He whisper yelled back while pushing Bree’s shoulder. She simply sighed and ran off to her bed room, I finally opened the door to see Chase’s fist raised up like he was about to knock right before I opened it. “Oh hey, sorry about that,” He said with a nervous tone in his deep voice, I smiled and shook my head. “It’s ok, I have a sister back home so I get it.” Chases nervous look changed to a smile on his face as the two of you stood close. You felt a blush creep up your cheeks so you try and hurry the moment up, l”H-hey let’s go to the training room. You know, for those moves you said you’d teach me.”

“O-oh yea sure,” He mumbled quickly before allowing you to pass by and lead the way toward the training room.

Your shoes hit the ground with a soft tap, a slightly louder trail followed behind you like a worried puppy. Now that you had heard Bree say Chase had a crush on you it was a little more interesting. Now you could play with him, tease and see how far you could push him.

The lights of the training room flickered on, Chase stepped forward. He removed his shoes and stepped into the foam mat, waiting for me to follow. “Alright Cutie, what are you gonna teach me first.” You smiled as Chase began to turn red and stutter on his words, “U-um yea totally, So first I just want you to try and tackle me. Or disarm me like I was a bad guy.”

“Ok Mr. Bad guy, time for me to take you down,” To make it more flirty you added in a wink causing Chase to freeze up. That’s when you took your chance to run forward and leap onto the taller male. You wrapped your legs around his waist and spun around his body, which started to loose its balance. Chase pushed back causing me to fall to the floor, “Oh, Y/n are you ok aayyhh…” Chase tried to comfort you but you retaliated and pulled him down. The two of you rolled along the floor till you came out on top, straddling Chase’s hips.

You looked down to your “trainer,” who was out of breath, happy to be lying on the floor but also really nervous since you were in a suggestive position. You also didn’t realize he was nervous about one more thing till it was too late, “What’s that?” You felt something growing and poking your but. “I-I just got a little exited,” Chase bravely said with not much stuttering. You smiled and pinned his arms above his head, leaning down to kiss him. “Wait,” he began causing you to stop, “We can’t do this, I’m an instructor here and your a student. It’s a rule we can’t be together.”

“We’ll, is that what you want. Screw the fucking rules,” You mumble, Chases eyebrows furrowed as he thought. “So…” You say, Chase smiled and quickly pushed you to the side allowing him to pull himself on top of you. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist as you felt his bulge growing, “I’ve wanted to do this for a while Y/n L/n.” The distance between your lips was no more as you moved in sync. “What else have you wanted to do to me? Hmmm,” You whisper causing Chase to grow red. “H-here, let me show you.”

#chase davenport #lgbtq #x male reader #gay #lab rats #cute aesthetic

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honeymelonpm · 1 year

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Head Rush

Characters: (mcu) platonic Peter Parker X reader

Warning: Mild Violence, implied kidnapping, Yandere Themes

Set After No Way Home!

Drabble/Oneshot I guess?

The strands of webbing tugged tightly around your wrists, keeping your hands bound behind your back as your fragile body swayed ever so slightly, the weight of your body being dangled from the ceiling by a rope of web gripped firmly around your ankles.

You struggled to keep your vision focused as all the blood rushing to your head kept you in a loop of constant dizziness, the haunting feeling that your eyes would pop out of your head any second is what kept you so still and compliant.

The tears that welled up in your eyes had severely blurred your vision, however you were still able to make out his silhouette when he walked into view of the doorway.

"I lost everything, everyone. Tony, "He took a sudden, harsh breath before he whispered with a weak voice, "May."

A hot tear ran cold as it rolled from your eye and across your forehead, before disappearing when it met your scalp.

"My girlfriend, my best friend, every time I thought I had someone left, they slipped through my fingers, one way or another." The grainy floorboards groaned beneath his feet as he took a step closer to you, his face perfectly aligned with yours.

"We've been together forever, it's always been us against the world." His face twisted into a look of genuine confusion and misunderstanding. "I just don't understand why you would want to not only move away, but move in with some guy you've known for what, two months?"

His hand caressed the back of your head, before gently pulling your head closer to his, "What were you thinking?" He whispered.

It took a couple of attempts to inhale a proper breath before you could reply, whispering a breathy "I-i'm s-sorry."

The tears that he had kept unshed melted as he stared at you in wonder, his eyes becoming just that bit glassier when a lump swelled in his throat, "I know, but-"

He cut himself off, his eyes leaving yours as if to stare in thought for a moment, before clamping a silk gloved hand firmly around your mouth, turning his slim waist and holding out his hand towards the door, his fingers almost brushing against the trigger of his web shooter.

"One peep out of you and I'll drag you to Stark Tower and stuff you in a suit, do you hear me?"

His sudden threat not only terrified you, but confused you, until a beat later when three dull thuds pounded against the front door of the apartment.

A muffled "Parker?" resounded against the thin yellowing walls of the flat.

Peter's grasp on you became tighter, his fingers slowly beginning to crush your jaw.

"Parker?" Another three knocks rapped against the door.

Five breaths passed, silence filling the air before Peter slowly lowered his hand and turned to you, a subtle look of relief washing over his face when your presence was proved to him.

A/N: wow it's been a while since I've written something :/ This is just something very brief and random. It's unedited but I just wanted to post it and see how people thought about it.

#fanfic #x reader #mcu #marvel #peter parker #spider man #tom holland #yandere #platonic

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criesinmultifandommess · 7 months

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A Dragon's Greatest Treasure

sorry for disappearing! i got caught up in schoolwork and yeah :D i started writing this quite a while ago, maybe a couple months back? idk but the second paragraph was going to be followed by an in-depth description of all the parents seeing their kids start acting up, but im too sad about the current arc CUCURUCHO GIVE THE KIDS BACK YOU MONSTER!!!! anyway enjoy :)

There was no warning for what would happen. There was no announcement from the Federation, no appearance from the Binary Code or Cucurucho. It was just a normal day for the residents of Quesadilla Island. Until everyone’s kids started acting…strangely.

No one was prepared for dragon puberty.

In the group chat between all the parents, Cellbit messages them all to come to the adoption center, mentioning that he has information about the sudden changes to their children. A few moments later, the center is flooded with people. Everyone immediately begins crowding around Cellbit, concerned and anxious.

“Quiet, please, everyone! Silêncio, por favor.” The Brazilian begins shouting over the commotion. As the residents begin to settle, Cellbit finally begins speaking. “Okay, thank you. I know that all of our kids have started doing some weird stuff lately. Mostre a eles, Richas.”

On cue, Richarlyson jumps and hovers in mid-air for several seconds.

“Yeah! He accidentally jumped into a hole near the Copacabana, but he did not fall down right away.” Forever comments, Richarlyson nodding along.

“Really? Pomme hasn’t done that, but she has—”

Baghera is cut off when purple sparks begin appearing around Pomme, before she vanishes into thin air. Everyone but the French residents begin panicking, beginning to look around for the missing girl. She pops back into view a few feet away from where she disappeared, violet sparkles eventually fading away.

“She disappears like that.” Baghera lets out a tired sigh. “The first time it happened, we looked around for a few minutes, but she appeared right back where she disappeared.”

“When Baghera messaged us saying that she disappeared, I thought it was the Federation or the Code attacking.” Etoiles shakes his head, frowning. “I would have showed them my Code Breaker sword.”

“Oh, well, nothing that exciting has happened to Ramón. He’s just been really hyper, which isn’t like him at all. There he goes.”

Right as Fit finishes speaking, his son begins twitching and starts racing around the room with incredible speed. Eventually, everyone stops watching him once it becomes apparent he’s not going to stop for a while.

“Chayanne can apparently breathe fire now,” Phil laughs and gestures at his kid. In response, Chayanne lets out a little burst of flame, not enough to harm anyone, but it does cause those around him to jump away in surprise.

“Wait, that’s so cool! Leo, can you do that?” They shake their head, and Foolish’s shoulders drop slightly. “Oh, that’s fine. Well, Leo does this.”

Foolish pulls out a piece of gold from his backpack, but instead of just Leo, all of the kids lunge for the nugget immediately. The parents pull their respective child back, but not before the young dragons begin hissing and clawing at each other.

“Oh my gosh, Dapper, stop it! He started hissing at me too!” Bad says while wrangling with his son. Once they’re all under control, he turns to Cellbit. “So, they all do some things, but some of the kids have special quirks? What’s going on?”

“Pare, Richas! Okay. I was looking around for some kind of explanation, and when I came here, I found this book called ��The Early Stages of a Dragon’. I will read it.” Cellbit clears his throat.

“During the early stages of a newly hatched dragon, they do not exhibit any traits of an adult dragon. However, when they reach the age of one, they begin to showcase these traits during a period called the first growth period. These traits include fire breathing, beginning to fly, small instances of dragon magic, bursts of random energy, a tendency to hoard valuables, and becoming physical through biting, scratching, and hissing. Young dragons will experience a week of showcasing these traits, before eventually regaining control and calming down.”

With that, Cellbit closes the book. “That’s it. There’s two other growth periods, but it says it won’t happen for a while, so we should be fine.”

“Does this mean all the eggs are going to start disappearing?”

“And breathing fire?”

The adults start muttering worriedly, and Cellbit raises a hand to quiet everyone again. “They may, or they may not. But we should all be safe and start carrying around water buckets.”

“And maybe don’t take out shiny things.” Bad turns to Foolish and sighs. “You’re going to have to start covering yourself up, Foolish, I’m sorry.”

“What? That’s crazy.”

Slowly, the tension in the room fades away as they all start cracking jokes. Some break off into groups, but never stray too far to keep an eye on the kids. The children play with each other, parents making sure to keep their kids’ aggression levels low and stepping in if one starts growling. It’s a peaceful kind of chaos. Life on the island may never be the same again, but at least they have each other.

Right?

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp drabble #qsmp cellbit #qsmp kids #dragon puberty #i couldnt fit tallulah in sorry tallulah enjoyers #shes sleeping idk #i have so many more fics boiling in my drafts y'all #but will they see the light of day? probably not teehee #i would say expect more but i would just be lying #i love being a writer :)

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vestaldestroyer · 1 year

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From chapter 3 of my fanfic Beastful

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“I'm sorry for making you wait, my prince,” Atsushi apologizes quickly, running his fingers through his hair. The prince's eyes follow the motion.

He coughs, covering the lower half of his face and averting his eyes.

“I am in need of some assistance in preparation for tonight's event. Fix your appearance and come to my chamber,” he orders, avoiding eye contact.

“As you wish, my prince.”

As soon as he hears the confirmation, he's gone, the door to his chamber slamming shut behind him.

—

Ryuunosuke cannot believe what he just saw.

Why would he parade himself around in such a state of undress? That can't be normal! Does he do that every day? Has everyone in the palace except for him seen the knight shirtless? Why does he even care?

His heart is beating wildly. It's none of his business, he can do whatever he wants, he tells himself in an attempt to calm it down. However, for some reason, his mind keeps showing him images of the scarred, muscular chest, shoulders and arms, droplets of sweat running down the tanned skin, a thin trail of white body hair running from his navel and disappearing in the waistband of his pants. Ryuunosuke didn't want to stare. He truly didn't. But he couldn't help it.

—

It takes a moment for Atsushi to process the prince's unusual reaction.

Why did he look so… flustered?

A gust of cold air running through the hallway makes Atsushi shiver and realise how does he look at the moment. Oh, is that what he meant by "fixing his appearance"?

On a sudden impulse, Atsushi leans on the prince's door. When he speaks, it's so quiet that the prince could only hear it if he was right on the other side.

—

“Did you like what you saw, my prince?” the knight purrs quietly right behind the door.

Ryuunosuke pales, then he feels all of his blood run to his face. He slides down the door and hides his face behind his hands and knees, breathing slowly to regain his composure.

—

“Put a shirt on. Right. Now.”

Atsushi takes that as a "yes".

#bsd #sskk #bungou stray dogs #bsd sskk #bsd atsushi #bsd akutagawa #fanfic

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gay-destiel · 1 year

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A Cinderella Story ~ Destiel

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel

For: @whereitallbegannatural’s 7.5k Follower Celebration, I look forward to see what everyone (specially you, bex) creates!!

Words: 1674

ONCE UPON A TIME there was a boy named Ashstiel. His real name was Castiel, but everyone called him Ash because he was always dirty.

You see, his mother had died when he was little, and he hardly remembered her. His father had cared for him until Ashtiel was fourteen, when he had vanished. Then his stepfather and step siblings had made him their servant. So that’s what Ash did for years, until one day, a letter arrived.

‘To the people of this land,

You are all hereby invited to His and Her Majesty, the King and Queen’s, royal ball.

The purpose of this is to find their son an eligible spouse. Therefore, all young men and women between the ages of seventeen and twenty-five may present themselves. This will take place in two weeks time, on the night of the eclipse.

Respectfully,

The Royal Palace’

The stepsiblings were thrilled! Everyone had heard of the Crown Prince’s beauty. But for Ashstiel all it meant was more work..

“How long are you going to take?!!” shouted Zachariah, looking admiring at a picture of Prince Dean,

“You call that a dress?” screamed Ruby, her dark hair almost shimmering as she did it up.

“I’m sorry!” said Ashstiel. “I need to ask Metatron something.“

Almost as soon as the words came out of his mouth, his stepfather marched into the room. “Ask me WHAT?”

“Well,” said the boy, “I was thinking I could use one of Father’s old suits? For the ball?”

“You?” Sneered Metatron,. “Who said YOU were going to the ball?”

“Are you joking?!” said Zachariah.

“But you’re such a mess!” Ruby pointed at Ashtiel. All three of them laughed, going back to doing unimportant things.

Ashtiel quietly muttered, taking a quick peek at the picture of the Prince, “When they look at me, they see a mess. But I am not that way. And if I could, I WOULD go to the ball.”

When the time came for the ball, the three of them piled into their carriage. Ashtiel waved as they left, but they ignored him, laughing among themselves.

Longingly, he said to the garden around him,

“I wish I could go to the ball.”

Then- poof! Right in front of him appeared a short man, with a wicked grin, and WINGS!

“You called?” He said, leaning casually on an oak tree.

Ashtiel took a surprised step back, shielding his eyes from the sudden glow of his bright golden wings,

“Who are you?”

“They call me Gabriel. Though, I s’pose the title is ‘Fairy Godmother’. Who are you?”

The feathered man waggled his eyebrows, giving the boy a curious look,

“I- I’m Ashstiel.”

“Pffft, no you’re not. You’re Cas.”

“What?! How did you even-”

The Fairy Godmother waves him off,

“Nevermind any of that. I’ve come to grant that little wish of yours.”

Ashtiel looked down, filled with a crushing disappointment, “My wish is impossible…”

The Fairy Godmother looked offended, “Uh, buddy. Did I not just appear out of thin air??”

“Yes?” Ashtiel cautiously answered,

“Then I’m the one who gets to decide if your wish is impossible. Now, you need something better to wear.”

He snapped his fingers, and Ashstiel found himself in a velvet red suit.

“Oh, that looks terrible, kid. What color are your eyes?”

“Blue?”

The man snapped his fingers again, and a blue, cotton suit replaced the red one. “Ah, much better. Let me fix you up a royal ride, and- oh! Before I forget, your wish only lasts till the stroke of midnight on the castle bell.”

“So I must leave by then.”

Confused, the boy opened his mouth to ask why, when the Fairy Godmother gave him a mock salute,

“Bingo!”

And promptly disappeared, leaving Ashstiel standing next to a brightly orange coloured carriage.

At the ball, the Crown Prince Dean was overwhelmed, and somehow sad. His mother was confused,

“You’re surrounded by beautiful maidens and gentlemen, and yet, you seem lonely.”

The Prince shook his head, looking at the hoards of people, and said, “I don’t know, mother. But they all seem… wrong.”

“Come,” said his mother, “Meet Lisa Braeden. Her father owns a wealthy mining company.”

But as Prince Dean made his way towards the woman, he heard a disturbance in the gossiping of the ball.

“Who is he?”

“Oh, his suit is fabulous, who do you think…”

“I wish I could marry him.”

When Prince Dean saw the man, he was blown away. The man was handsome, confident even as nobody recognised him.

He made his way towards the man,

“Hello, may I ask your name?”

The other man looked up, blushing slightly, as the Prince offered him a hand.

“I’m A- Cas. My name is Cas.”

As he said it, Cas felt a rush of exhilaration.

“I’m Dean- though you probably already know that.” Dean grinned, “Would you honor me with a dance?”

One dance stretched into two, which stretched into the rest of the night. All the other young men and women were jealous,

“How rude!”

“Why doesn’t he dance with anyone else?”

And soon, Dean invited Cas to join him in the Palace Gardens, where the jealous glares wouldn’t reach them.

“It’s beautiful.” Said Cas, looking around at the pretty flowers and plants,

“Not as beautiful as you.” Dean brushed Cas’ hand with his own.

Cas watched Dean, “I can’t believe that I’m here. And that I’ve found you.”

Dean laughed, “Neither can I. I thought I’d be forced to marry some wealthy bastard, maybe a prince or princess from one of the closer kingdoms. I could never have dreamt that I’d meet you. I still hardly can.”

Cas blushed, looking down at his feet, then shrugged, “My mother always used to say that good things do happen, Dean.”

Dean turned fully to him, the two of them close enough to breathe in each other’s air. Cas’ breath caught in his throat, as he froze, watching Dean’s breathtaking eyes. Their lips brushed, then the sound of bells burst through the moment. Cas gasped, stepping back.

“I’m sorry, I went too far, I should’ve-”

Dean looked hurt, but Cas interrupted him, “No, no! I just- I have to go!”

The second stroke of the bell tolled, and he turned tail, weaving through the gardens, with Dean calling desperately after him.

The tolls of the bell were like the ominous approach of a new day, and Cas couldn’t stay here, remembering the warning the Fairy Godmother had given him,

‘Your wish only lasts till the stroke of midnight on the castle bell.’

He ran through the door to the ballroom, dashing through the crowd of people.

Another ring of the bell,

He could hear the prince calling out, pushing through the crowd, but he ran out the door without looking back, running down the steps as the bell struck again.

He tripped, his foot catching on something. His shoe was ripped off, but he couldn’t risk going back. Dean burst through the doors right as he vanished into the city, the bell striking for the final time.

Dean looked about desperately, taking the deep twilight crystal shoe in his hands, quietly vowing,

“I will find you, Cas.”

The next day it was known that the Prince was searching. He had his personal guard going from house to house, missing none out. They demanded to see everyone from the ages of seventeen to twenty-five, letting them try on the slipper Cas had left behind.

After two days, they arrived at Ashtiel’s door, a short, dark haired male and a young ginger accompanied by a small band of soldiers. The sharp contrast between the two at the door was highlighted by his tired scowl and her enthusiastic grin.

Zachariah ran from the window, calling out,

“They’re here!!”

“Come on, come on!” Ruby stomped down the stairs, and Ashtiel peered out the upstairs window as a knock came at the door. Metatron opened it, an over eager smile on his face,

“Oh, come in! These are my two children.”

The two went inside, leaving the rest of the soldiers to stay watch.

Ashtiel creeped quietly to the top of the stairs, looking down to catch a glimpse of the girl’s red hair as she held out a familiar shoe. He moved down the stairs until he could see them all.

Zachariah pushed Ruby to the side, “Let me try.”

He grabbed the shoe, trying to drag it on, but his foot was too big. Ruby snatched it off him, “My turn!”

But it was too wide, wobbling as she put it on.

The scowling man took the shoe back, “And what about the other boy? Or was he just a strangely realistic cutout?”

Metatron spluttered, “What? I assure you, there’s no one else in the house!!”

The ginger looked up the stairs, making eye contact with Ashtiel,

“Hey! You can come down now.”

Ashstiel’s eyes widened, but he made his way down, trying not to look at his step-family as he went. The woman grabbed the shoe off the man, holding it out, “Here, try it on.”

Ashtiel took it cautiously as Ruby said, “This is a waste of time. He’s obviously not going to-”

He slipped on the shoe, a perfect fit, and brought out the other one from his pocket. When the clock had struck, everything the Fairy Godmother had given him had vanished, except for the shoe, he didn’t know why.

The man smirked at Ruby, looking extremely smug for someone Ashstiel had never met before, “You were saying?”

Once Metarton and his children calmed down a bit, the two- Crowley and Charlie- had taken Ashtiel to the palace, where, waiting on the steps was Prince Dean. He stood up as the carriage approached, and ran up as Cas got out. He looked at him as if he couldn’t see the ragged clothes and the smudges of dirt on him,

“I thought we wouldn’t find you!”

Cas looked down, “I thought you wouldn’t look…”

Dean shook his head, “Never.” Tilting Cas’ head up, he kissed him AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

#destiel #kyra's fanfics #cinderella AU #bex jasmine #disneynaturalmagic

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honeybeewhereartthee · 2 years

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My Darling Dolls AU: Worry

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"where is MC?" Was the question mayoi quickly ask the people in the house.

Usually he would be so shy to talk to people but his face show seriousness everyone at the house almost forget that mayoi is the phantom. A scary figure for darling dolls.

"I heard they are with rinne~" Hinata says as he peak out from the hallway.

"What. But I don't see MC with rinne earlier today. Rinne is with HiMERU..." Kohaku suddenly remember what he did earlier.

He don't know why his patience become so thin and lash out to punch rinne but somehow when he did that all his stress disappear.

"Ooh. Rinne just messaged me just now that he meet up with MC to play in a casino with the money he get from---!!! ????? pfff ahahahahaha!!" Yuuta who read the message suddenly pause before he start laughing.

"What." Kohaku seems to realize what the youngest twin is laughing about and suddenly want to delete the message.

" Hey now don't glare at it! I don't tell it out loud!" Yuuta saw Kohaku eyeing him with intense glare.

"..."mayoi look at everyone who are oblivious what he felt just earlier today.

He knows if something bad happened to you or if your suddenly in danger because of his wish. He can haft of the feelings you physically and sometimes emotionally feeling.

...

"Mayoi-san!!" Hiiro, tatsumi and aira rush in worry to mayoi who suddenly went down to his knee holding his stomach and gasping for air as if it was knock out of him.

Tears in his eyes as he felt his head being burst open by a collision like pain.

"Agh...." Groaning as he lay his body in the floor, feeling hopeless by the sudden pain. He look at his stomach but see no wound. But there's an intense agonizing pain.

"M-MC..." He is not use to physical pain lost conscious for it. But as he lost himself in Dreamland.

The only reason this would happened is if happened to you.

'what are you trying to do...' he wanted to ask you but he saw you figure chasing a memory before all turn to black.

...

"Mayoi, you should take a rest. You suddenly collapse earlier. I don't think you should move too much." Tatsumi says worriedly.

"N-no... It's fine. I need to go where MC is." He is sure something did happened to you. If he felt such pain, what about you then... How much pain do you felt instead..?

'Oh my poor human owner. Would be suffering more!' just by the thought of it made him cry.

"Mayoi, please don't cry! MC is safe with Rinne even his so crazy but he won't put MC in danger." Hinata who is close to rinne tried to calm the phantom.

"A-are you sure MC is with Rinne and not in some hospital unconscious?" He words made everyone confuse.

*Ahh.. what won't happen I think..." The oldest twin tried to think of the percentage of that happening and think there's a low-key chance that would happen if Your with rinne.

"...ah." the phantom suddenly stop crying as he felt loath from nowhere. 'mc is fine... But where are they...' he walk upstairs to go to the secret room leaving everyone with a confuse face.

"Ok...???" Hinata don't know what to say but he sigh in relief. He never seen the phantom angry before and it scary to imagine if he stop crying and went mad about something and he and his brother would have no choice but obey what he would orde them even it's illegal. Since they are still in contract with him.

"Mayoi... Ah. Excuse me. Yuuta??? Can I borrow your phone if you have number of Rinne?" Tatsumi cant help but sigh hopelessly but since mayoi is so worried about you.

Something most be up. "Okii! Here you go!" Yuuta quickly give him the number of Rinne. Calling him he hear a voicemail instead.

[ "Sup? Sorry I'm busy with important matter right now-- (MC: WHICH IS GUMBLING!) totally not gumbling! It's idol work of course. (MC: nuer! Ya liar!) Honey can you please stop. I'm recording my voicemail~ (MC: oh. His not gumbling then! Ahaha) orechi will hangout now. See ya loser."]

"oh well." Tatsumi drop the call as it's only the voicemail. "OMG! KOHAKUCHI YOUR SELLING FEET PICS?!" aira who's busy with his phone suddenly scream out the secret kohaku don't want others to know. "WAHT AHAHAHAA!" Hinata who don't know what yuuta is laughing earlier laugh his ass off in the floor.

"STOOPPPP!" Embarrassed by the secret out in the light kohaku rush to aira to stop him from saying more.

"Wow it sold out already--hmaja!!" The group all laugh as they forget the topic just now. Hiiro who's behind everyone and is still worried about something went out to call his older brother using the family number.

"Brother?"

[ Oh hiiro ! Sup? ]

"Is MC with you?"

[ Ooh that I cannot answer for you. You see I made a deal with MC. if I were to tell you, I will order you as your monarch to not tell anyone ok?]

"...mayoi is worried about mc. I'm also worried. Are they ok?" Hiiro went far from ears that could hear them.

[ ... MC said they will be back in few days. They are busy with something. If you wanna know more. They ask for my cloths. Gyahaha. They send me a pic of them cosplaying me~ ah my spouse is so adorable arent they?] Rinne send a pic you send before confronting kohaku. Hiiro eyes went to HiMERU figure in the background.

"Yes MC is adorable brother. Sorry to bother you." [ It's fine~ see ya in few days~] He ended the call. "MC look familiar to that person in my dream." He look at the night sky.

Remembering his first memories. He remembers someone holding him before his brother or his parents did. Yet he cannot remember their faces. He just remember the warmth of love they have while holding him. He wonder... If your that person because he wanna ask you why you let go of him if you shower him with such warmth...

...

Mayoi Ayase

mayoi look at old notes of yours from years ago. He keep all your notes you would throw away, as well things you thought were gone is treasured by him.

[ Mayoi I love you very much ( with drawings of mayoi present form) ]

he once wonder who did you draw before (albeit, a bit jealous who you draw beside your 'i love you' that is meant for him) but he realize it was him. It was one of the days you acted like a chuni who time travel.

He thought your so adorable thinking that you are but he still have that second thought the fear he keep inside. That your a dollmaker and really did experience what prove your point your time travel theory being real.

"Ah... MC if you wanted to do something reckless like that... I could always helped you..." He cried while hugging the drawings you made of him.

"Where are you ...." He mumble before sleep overtaken him. He realize being human means he can't be awake all time and he tired from simple stressing over your safety.

TAG LIST : @allimili @valeriele3

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #enstar #rinne amagi #himeru #crazy:b #mayoi ayase #mayoi Ayase x reader #hiiro amagi x reader #aira Shiratori x reader #mayoi x reader #tatsumi Kazehaya x reader #kohaku Oukawa x reader #yuuta aoi x reader #hinata aoi x reader #my Darling Dolls AU #my Darling Doll AU

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myakkoh · 2 years

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@robininthelabyrinth , you remember the time we discussed NMJ/his Lan harem with biting? Here is one snippet of it! I hope you enjoy!

His son came back with three pretty Lan cultivators.

Lao Nie would have found this amusing, perhaps a little exasperating, if his son hadn't declared them his brides. To the entirety of the Qinghe Nie Sect. In front of him. The Lan cultivators don't even seem to be surprised, but two of them seem more fascinated with the decorations of the main hall than what's in front of them, or what's happening.

The third one is clinging onto Nie Mingjue's arm with narrowed brown eyes and teeth bared. That's cute, but not the thing he's focusing on. Three brides? Since when the fuck did Nie Mingjue manage to get a harem? He doesn't know whether he should be proud or worried.

On top of that, there's no outcry from the Gusu Lan Sect. Strange; usually someone there would throw a fit if three Lan cultivators disappeared into thin air and appeared at another Great Sect. After all, they're sticklers to the rules, no matter what they say otherwise. These three Lan don't even seem concerned about their sect.

How interesting. And weird.

"I'm sorry," Lao Nie says, dragging his focus back onto his son. "A-Jue, may you repeat that?"

"They're my brides," Nie Mingjue says with a pouty scowl, drawing himself up to his full height. Lao Nie raises an eyebrow and gestures for him to continue. "Because they bit me."

They did what.

"... let me get this straight," Lao Nie says, since this is rather—he doesn't even know the word. It's killing him. "They bit you."

"Yes!" Nie Mingjue glares at him, as if daring him to challenge what was his. "What was I supposed to do, not take them back?"

To be fair, that was a joke from three years ago when Lao Nie had to explain to his son why he was marrying a huli jing. That apparently came back to bite him in the ass, especially if this is the result of said joke being told.

He eyes the three Lan, as one of them gnashes their teeth together in a way that makes him think of a kitten.

Only one of them is staring back at him, head tilted to the side like they're trying to figure out something. They're… also wearing their robes wrong, tucked in here and there. Hm. He can get them better robes, simpler ones. After all, they're going to be one of his son's brides.

"Well," Lao Nie says slowly, deciding to go along with his son's idea, "if they bit you…"

Nie Mingjue blinks at his words, before they seemingly go through his mind, before his son smiles. Salutes him, before turning around to tug the Lan clinging to his arm.

"Thank you for your blessings, fuqin," he says and reaches out to take the disorderly one's hand. "I'll go settle them within my courtyard now."

Lao Nie watches helplessly as his son leads them away from the main hall, before he tips his head back and groans. Well. His son is almost married. Nearly. Only fifteen and he already has three brides. Lao Nie isn't sure whether he should be proud or not.

Wait.

"So," Lao Nie says very loudly and claps his hands together, as he turns to his subordinates. All of them slowly inch backwards. Smart subordinates.

"Absolutely not, Sect Leader," one of them says just as loud. A smart one! Very good.

"Someone," Lao Nie says, ignoring the subordinate's protest and stretching the word out, "gets to have the honour of delivering books about marriage custom and some spring books to my son's courtyard!"

His subordinates' eyes go round with realization and horror. Very smart subordinates.

"You can fight out who gets to be the one to do it!" Lao Nie opens the doors and walks out. "Have fun, everyone!"

Lao Nie pretends not to hear the sudden screeches and hums to himself, closing the doors behind him. Now, to prepare some gifts for his son and his upcoming wedding!

#my writing #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #nie mingjue/his lan harem #nie dad #nie mingjue #timeline *might* be a little messed up #hey that's what aus are for!

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 2 years

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Yay! So I'd like to request something with Kyojuro and reader both being the corps but never really friends cause she's a lil grumpy and a loner BUT one day she casually hears it's Senjuros birthday and Kyo is complaining cause can't be home bc he has a mission so she (having already met him on like one quick occasion) decides to visit the estate and cooks him something/brings a gift and then Kyojuro actually manages to come home early and catches her so it's the first time they actually get closer to each other and talk a lil? Sorry if it's long! Thank you!

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r.kyojuro/reader

genre: fluff, potential love blooming~

warning(s): kyojuro obviously expressing interest, kyojuro accidentally flirting and not even realizing it, y/n is bad with expressions, kanroji is precious, senjuro is precious, tanjiro and the gang visit senjuro bc he deserves buddies, y/n kicks inosuke into the yard approx. twice

w.count: 4.3k

synopsis: not being a very peopley-person, you still got approached by fellow demon slayers and none make quite the same effort as the flame hashira to get close to you. although, when you overhear he may not be able to make it home for his younger brother's birthday, you decide you wont let the younger boy spend it alone

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a/n: anon im gonna eat your brain also senjuro is baby and i will protect him with my life. (i think i actually got a little carried away ;;)

-x-x-x-

The first time Rengoku met you, he couldn’t really call it a meeting.

He had been on his way to a small village next to a lake that villagers had sworn up and down had become cursed in recent months; what with the sudden disappearances that started when a woman had supposedly drowned. The first step was to investigate and possibly take leadership of whatever demon slayer had already been dispatched to the location. Though, when he arrived, it was the early moments of dawn and there you were, standing on the end of a fishing dock surrounded by lake water.

Your nichirin sword had been lowered to your side and the morning breeze filtered through the air and the air itself was simply serene. There was nothing indicating that a demon was present or had fled, though the scrapped remains of cloth under your feet said otherwise.

“Excuse me!” He called, running towards you in gentle, smooth paces. You turned your head over your shoulder, only taking a small step back to twist further when he came to stand before you. Your face was neutral and it reminded him much of Tomioka and Tokito’s muted expressions. You looked at him as he smiled back at you- much as he does to everyone. “Were you the one dispatched to investigate the demon in this village?”

At first, you said nothing. You looked down at your blade, sweeping it gracefully in front of your chest before sheathing neatly onto its place at your hip. Still not offering him a verbal answer, you took a step back, knelt to the ground, and picked up the scrap of cloth before holding it into a ray of the morning sun that began to peek over the treetops. Spring had just begun so the air was still chilled in the dusks and dawns and you could see your breath cloud at your chin in the sunrays.

Rengoku noticed that wrapped in the thin cloth was a discolored hand, the color of mud; disjointed and veiny like the limb of a devil. In the sunlight, the already crumbling hand set ablaze and disappeared into a huff of morning soot in the wind, burning the remaining cloth along with it.

Dropping your hand back down to your side. You turned on your heel and walked right past his shoulder.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask him before proceeding onto your next mission. He watched your back as you leisurely left. His initial opinion of you was… blurry to put it into uncertain terms.

-x-x-x-

Throughout the course of his time as a Hashira, very occasionally he would bump into you or hear your name passed around among the others. Your skills were apparently nothing short of astounding even with your faults and you were praised by your peers in the same rank as you. Even Young Kamado, who had frequently crossed paths with both himself and you, had launched into the story when he first met you. He explained your strength and calm decorum with stars in his eyes all while.

However, it seemed as though your expressions, or lack thereof, and attitude had not changed throughout your journey as a member of the demon slayer corps. You still wore very neutral expressions, or scowls when irritated, and always preferred to work on your own and have time to yourself. Even among a group of fellow demon slayers, one would find you off to the side not approaching anyone and no one very eager to approach you.

However, he always noticed that if someone did speak to you, take for instance Young Kamado, you wouldn’t shoo them away. Although you weren’t the most interactive conversationalist, you didn’t shun those who you at least thought of as reliable allies.

You weren’t that much younger than Rengoku; in fact if he had to guess, you were about the same age as him. So, he felt a mild sense of frustration that he hasn’t even properly held a conversation with you even as your senior in terms of rank at the very least. It was always short answers with curt endings with no room for additional conversing.

Part of him pondered why your case irked him specifically.

When it came to Tokito and his absentmindedness along with his aloof nature, he found it quite endearing as his junior. Tomioka was a quiet man, but he wasn’t so off putting that he avoided Rengoku, in fact when Rengoku would strike up a conversation the water pillar would at least stick around and offer a nod here or there to signal he was at least half-listening. Even one sided conversations among his fellow quiet Hashira were enjoyable to him in some way, shape or form.

“Maybe that is it,” he muttered to himself as he went on his way to his next job location. “Is it perhaps because she is not a hashira, yet I compare her to them in terms of personality?” If he were to distinguish the two as separate circles, would it stop grating on him? But that still didn’t explain to him why he thought the way he did. There must be others like you among the rest of the corps, so still the question remained- why you? His momentary personal interrogation was halted when his name was called from behind.

Stopping and throwing on his natural, lip-lifting smile, he turned and saw- coincidentally- a fellow hashira as he was thinking of them. Although, this particular pillar wasn’t as soft spoken as the two that were on his mind. No, this was the young, pink-cheeked and affectionate Kanjori. And behind her shoulder was you, much to his surprise.

It was a duo he never much saw coming.

Even more surprising was the gauze plastered onto your cheek and what appeared to be tight bandages wrapped around your dominant hand. Some minor bruising formed in the corner of your mouth and base of your nose like it had been previously broken. Just under your buttoned collar he could catch the small sliver of even more bandages around your neck and quite possibly upper torso. Not to mention the small limp to your gait. Compared to the injureless Kanroji waving and cheerful, you were practically pitiful in sight.

“Oh my,” he loudly announces as the both of you approach him. You don’t make your displeasure of the way he was looking at you verbal, but the way you scowl at him more than makes up for the lack of words. The duo stopped in front of him as you turned away, not even looking in his direction anymore. “It is quite the surprise to see you two together,” he opens.

“Truthfully, I ran into y/n while visiting one of the wisteria manors!” Kanjori explains, looking over her shoulder to you who still wouldn’t look towards either of them. “She had been injured on her last mission and was sent to get treatment, but before she could fully recover she was already being sent back out.” Kanroji brought her hand up to her chin as she turned her brows up in concern. Rengoku mirrored that expression, his smile dropped considerably.

He knew that the demon slayer ranks numbers were dropping by the day. Not all members were sufficient enough in skill to fulfill the roles of killing demons and found themselves done in without so much as ten kills under their belt. Though, he wondered if the numbers and general lack of skill were so dire that they needed to send a fighter that was still recuperating back into the field.

“You are still not fully recovered yet,” he said to you over Kanjori's shoulder. You said nothing, but your chin dipped and you turned further away, he could barely see your other cheek over your nose from how far you were turned. It was like you thought if you twisted your neck enough you'd disappear and escape their little conversation with you at the center.

“I was worried, so I decided since I have not been assigned a new mission yet that I’d go with her, just to make sure she’d be okay.” Kanjori then became uneasy and began to fiddle with her lip. “But, just as we came into this area I was assigned something in the opposite direction. I’m worried about leaving her on her own but-”

“I’ll be fine,” you cut her off. Although, unlike with the tone Rengoku is familiar with, you spoke gently to Kanroji- even if you were rude by interrupting. The Love Hashira looked like she was ready to stamp her feet and argue with you; like she’d already had this conversation before.

“In which direction are you traveling, y/n?” You finally flicked your gaze back to the Flame Hashira to see his smile return to his lips. Although, it was a smaller smile, one that wasn’t up to his cheeks but still showed he meant no harm or tease.

“South West,” you mutter.

“What a stroke of luck then!” He shouts as Kanjori and you both look at each other then to him. “I’m heading in that direction as well. Kanroji can part with you here and I will accompany you the rest of the way to your destination. On top of that, I will make sure you do not get into further trouble with your injuries.”

Truthfully, he didn’t even process the emotion that may or may not have flitted across your face because it was overshadowed by Kanroji’s shining aura. Smiling and tinted in her cheeks at the fortune and overall scenario. It was simply the best outcome that could’ve happened.

“That’s wonderful!” She cheered. She spun on her heel, snatching your hands and brought them up, getting closer to you in excitement. Your mouth opened and your eyes widened at her seer enthusiasm and sudden lack of personal space. If she wasn’t so starry-eyed she’d see the fluster written in your eyes. “Rengoku-san is a very trustworthy man! He took great care of me when we trained together, so you’re in capable hands, y/n!”

“I-I don’t need-”

You didn’t have your chance at arguing before she was releasing you, thanking Rengoku and rushing off in the opposite direction in which her next job was. You were left speechless- although not out of the ordinary for you- with Rengoku still standing behind you as you watched her go.

“This may not be what you want,” Rengoku starts, making you turn to look at him, “but it may be for the best. We cannot have you risk further injury. For the time being, please rely on me.” You said nothing, back to being the quiet woman he had known before being wrapped up in Kanroji’s worry and excitement.

As the two of you set off in the same direction with Rengoku as your unofficial, temporary shield, the nagging feeling of wanting to be able to pull out expressions out of you like Kanroji did ached in the back of his mind.

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After that first mission where he escorted you to your job location, Rengoku found himself running into you more and more. It is like the gods were testing him since he still hadn’t been able to fully grasp your character yet. It’s not like he probed anyways, you were you and he had no business getting into it. However, you had started greeting him first when he ran into you and to him, that was a magnificent victory.

Currently, he was chatting with Tanjiro after having been assigned to check on him and his party of Inosuke, Zenitsu and Nezuko after another hard fought battle that left them in the temporary care of one of the wisteria marked estates. The two of them had been sitting out on the engawa, sitting in the midday sunlight while they gleefully exchanged words and stories.

Tanjiro enjoyed spending time with the Flame Hashira, feeling like he was speaking to an elder brother; and the senior swordsman felt fond of the forehead scared boy just as much.

“That’s right,” Tanjiro speaks with a sharp voice, bouncing his fist lightly in the palm of his opposite hand. “Rengoku-san, Senjuro-san’s birthday is coming up soon, isn’t it? He wrote about it in the last letter we exchanged,” Tanjiro said, taking out the latest letter from the younger Rengoku son from his uniform and unfolding it to read through the ink strokes. Rengoku’s smile broadened at the mention of his precious younger sibling.

“That is correct!” The smile he wore dipped just a tad as he continued. “Though, it seems as though it will be difficult to return home when the day comes.”

Tanjiro frowned, neatly folding the letter back up and replacing it back into his uniform pocket. “Rengoku-san?”

“I was recently assigned a new mission, and once I leave here it’s expected to take about a week between travel and completion. I may have to make it up to Senjuro when I return afterwards.” Though he still spoke fondly, there was no mistaking the melancholic tone his voice had taken on. He didn’t want to miss his younger brother’s day of birth, it was something to celebrate! It seems this year, however, he may have to spend it alone. The thought ate at the elder Rengoku son.

“What if I stop by and visit him!” Tanjiro was shouting, taking on the golden haired man’s trait of overall loudness. The shock on the younger boys face was proof enough that he spoke without thought before he started backing himself up. “Wait- I mean- what if I go by and visit Senjuro-san in your place? NO! Not that I’m a placeholder- but, so he isn’t alone!” Rengoku’s smile relit.

“If you did,” he spoke softly, something that made Tanjiro settle and look almost concerned back at him. “If you visit my younger brother in my stead, you’d have my gratitude.” As quickly as the topic came, it left as the boys got to their feet and discussed leaving on their own respective missions. Unknown to them, you had heard the entire conversation.

You had met the younger Rengoku son before- not that it was anyone else's business. You had been traveling through Rengoku's home town on the way to your next hunt when you passed by a particular home, you saw through the main gate a boy sweeping the stone ground.

Golden hair with red tips identical to that of Rengoku’s and relaxed, if not mellow, red centered eyes that faded out into the warmest shade of yellow. You stood in awe for a moment at the sheer uncanny resemblance, you were so lost in though you were unable to see that he had noticed you. He approached you and spoke to you briefly, obviously recognizing your demon slayer uniform.

You had made your way through that town several times since then, and you try and stop by the Rengoku estate to attempt to catch him sweeping to at least greet him. Perhaps it was because you had grown used to Rengoku speaking to you as often as he tried that you were able to easily speak to the younger version of him. You had even accompanied him to the market a few times when he seemed down due to whatever his father had or hadn’t done.

You placed your hand on your gut, underneath the robes the wisteria estate had lent you were more thick bandages from your last job. Just a few broken ribs you would soon recover from. You wouldn’t be permitted back out to battle until they posed no further threat to your health and performance.

That leaves just enough time.

-x-x-x-

Rengoku ran at a leisure place into his hometown, making sure to avoid all people and not run into anyone or cause a scene. Those who knew him waved in passing and welcomed him home before he was shouting regards back without slowing his pace.

With a stroke of luck the time it took to get to his job destination was shortened when the demon he was assigned to cut down made his way closer to the hashria by nearly a day and a half. Dealing with said demon took a much shorter amount of time than he thought it would; though, half of that may have been his internal remorse about not being able to be with Senjuro on his birthday. He must have over thought the initial time it would take to deal with it.

So now, at midday of his younger brother’s birthday he was rushing home with a proud smile. Surely, Tanjiro and the other two would be there. Perhaps even Nezuko would be there with the three boys, content in her strapped box until the sun dipped behind the horizon.

His level-stride running was brought to an easy gait as he approached his residence. Walking easily past the front gates and into his home, he slid the door open and saw the discarded shoes of Senjuro’s guests.

There were… four?

He quirked his thick brow at the extra set of footwear. Perhaps they had brought along Kocho’s tsuguko? Or maybe Senjuro had a friend in town Rengoku wasn’t aware of yet? Whatever the reason, he smiled.

“The more the merrier,” he reasoned as he stepped inside. His sock-clad footsteps softly padded along the wooden interior before he heard the commotion of voices.

“Inosuke! Settle down!” Tanjiro’s voice voice was the first heard and it was enough to make the older son chuckle. That boar-headed lad was always a problem causer. Though, he’d be less problematic than a fly if the hashira settled him. “Ah! W-wait, y/n-san!” Rengoku’s stride stuttered.

“Y/n?” He whispered?

“Tanjiro!” Zenitsu cried, overly fretful of causing such a scene in someone else's home. “Someone else is-”

“Y/n-san!” Zenitsu’s cry of distress at the fact he could hear Rengoku coming was covered by the urgency Tanjiro took over calming you down from whatever you were doing. The sounds of the three messing about was drowned out by the overly loud, ego-boosted boar’s laugh before it was cut short. It sounded like he was choked, winded maybe, before the sound of his groans were heard further away.

“She threw him! She kicked him into the yard!” Zenitsu cried as Tanjiro could be heard rushing around. Among all that, Rengoku heard his younger brother laughing.

Rengoku finally entered the room all the commotion was coming from and found his brother sitting peacefully on the tatami with Tanjiro half kneeling on the floor mid-rise, Zenitsu crawled over to the open door that led outside to the engawa and yard, Inosuke in said yard on his back and you, stood just before the threshold to the engawa.

All eyes, aside from Inosuke's of course, went to the newcomer before Senjuro’s smile widened.

“Elder brother!” He announced, although everyone could see clearly who it was. He got to his feet and greeted his brother at the door who had crossed his arms and smiled down to him. “I though you wouldn’t be back today.”

“Things managed to work out!” He looked at the scowl on your face before it mellowed out. You dusted off your uniform and retreated further back into the room again. “I see you have some rather entertaining guests!” Tanjiro’s face pails as he sits unevenly on his knees.

“I apologize for the noise!” Rengoku laughs loudly. The two boys rush out in the yard, Zenitsu taking Inosuke by the shoulders and shaking him awake as Tanjiro tries to settle him down while still being concerned for the mountain raised demon slayer. Among the room, he notices that you had disappeared and when he turns to look out into the hall he still stood in, he sees your form retreating down it away from the party.

“Senjuro,” he called his brother’s attention. “If you don’t mind my asking, do you know y/n?” His spoke softly to his brother, just as he usually did. Senjuro nodded. Just when had the two of them met?

You had never brought it up before, though he supposed that you weren’t exactly inclined to. He took a step back before twisting slightly at the hips. “I’ll be back,” he told his brother with an accompanied pat on the head.

“I’m glad you’re back,” was the reply he got along with that smile he wanted to protect so dearly. He nodded before he was following the way you had gone. You found yourself in the kitchen, A tall, multitiered bento from a cloth bag. He watched you for a moment setting the bentos on the counter after separating the layers.

“Would you like any help?” He asked. You hadn’t heard him coming, so your shoulders jumped at his voice. He stepped into the kitchen to stand beside you. “Although I must warn you, I’m not very good in the kitchen,” he joked.

“It’s all already made,” you tell him as you take the lids off of the box lunches. He looked down at the food with his hand cradling his chin, nodding.

“This looks like a fine meal!”

“I’m glad you think so. My culinary skills aren’t anything special.” He pauses before he watches you uncover the other tiers of the brought lunch.

“You made all this? For Senjuro?”

“Of course I did,” you answered simply. “It’s a special occasion. There’s more than enough, so you’re welcome to help yourself as well.” He smiled at you. “I know that Inosuke will eat a lot, he’s a bottomless pit, so I made a lot more than usual just in case.” He was silent as he let you speak. It had been a long time- perhaps even the first time- since he had some sort of conversation with you to this extent.

He didn’t want to ruin it.

"Have you know my brother long?" He asked, hoping your conversation would keep rolling. And thankfully, it did.

"Not much longer than the others. I've run into him a handful of time before. I wouldn't call us strangers at the very least." He chuckled to himself softly. Senjuro wouldn't just let someone into the estate that he didn't consider a friend on such an auspicious day. You didn't give yourself enough credit, he'd have to find a way to change that.

As you set aside the lids to the boxes, you noticed the lack of one pair of chopsticks. You had brought enough for the four boys and yourself since you didn't foresee Rengoku making it back in time. Already seeing your silent dilemma, he worked swiftly.

He had smoothly moved from your side to behind you to reach on your opposing side to a draw at your hip. You weren't sure if he was aware of just how close his chest was pressed to your back as he moved. “Pardon,” he softly excused before he pulled it open and removed a pair of wooden chopsticks for himself. Sliding the drawer back, he returned to his place at your side. While you were turned away momentarily, he pinched a fluffy, rolled, yellow omelet between his utensils and popped it into his mouth.

He'd ask for Senjuro's forgiveness of taking the first taste of your food later.

You nearly tripped over nothing as you grabbed onto the countertop for stability at his loud exclamation of ‘delicious!’. The sound boomed in the small kitchen space like thunder trapped in a cave. You looked over your shoulder at him, your mouth open and brows slightly furrowed.

“Rengoku-sama?” You address. “What in the world-”

“I’d prefer it if you do not address me so formally, y/n,” he interrupted. “Much like your cooking, I like the way you say my name.” Your down-turned brows flip up-right again and raise further up your forehead as your eyes widen. “In fact,” he huffs, crossing his arms and leaning closer to you. Whether or not he’s conscious of what he’s doing is beyond you, “while you’re at it, you may call me by my given name! At home, members of my family are all ‘Rengoku’.”

“B-but, the other’s call you-”

“I did not mention the boys,” he cuts you off again, softer this time. “I want you to call me differently.” Standing back up to his full height, he takes three bento tiers from the countertop, leaving the remaining two for you to grab. “Come! The boys’ must be hungry after kicking up so much of a fuss.”

You silently nod, grabbing the two remaining tiers of food before following his back down the hall and returning to the room with the four youngsters. You set the food down with Rengoku’s help and before you could even tell them to behave and let Senjuro eat first, Inosuke was pouncing like he was some wild animal on a hunt. Well, before you planted your heel into his gut for the second time that day and kicked him right back out into the yard.

Senjuro scooted over to his brother before he asked for his ear. Leaning down, Senjuro whispered a question to his elder.

“Did something happen?”

“What do you mean?” His brows quirked up.

“Well,” Senjuro drew out before looking at you standing on the edge of the engawa. Honestly, no one around you had seen you so worked up before in a single day without the company of battle. You pointed out into the yard where Inosuke sat silent (for once) as you yelled and reprimanded him. “Y/n seems a bit worked up ever since you both came back.” Rengoku smiled before laughing at your scolding addressed at the boar-headed boy.

“I’d hate to be on the wrong end of your temper!” Rengoku seemed to dismiss the question his younger brother asked him. After all, he didn’t think that trying your food first and asking to be addressed a certain way would work you up to the point you were at.

He chalked it all up to you trying to come out of your hypothetical shell.

Although, as you sat with all the boys (Inosuke finally included) and ate, the warmth on your back from where he stood so close to you in the kitchen earlier, as well as the heat on your face, wouldn’t go away.

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akaashioppa · 2 years

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Forever Will Never Be The Same Part 3

pairings: Oikawa x reader

summary: 5 years after everything happens in Y/N life

w/c: 1.9k

warning: curse words

a/n: As a birthday present to myself i gifted you guys part 3 ♥️

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5 years later

These last few years were the best years of your life. After years of Hinata begging you, you had finally caved into marrying him. Since your last marriage ended, it made you skeptical about remarrying. Those worries soon faded away, Hinata was the complete opposite of your ex-husband. He was everything you could ask for in a partner.

It was a Saturday afternoon, Torio had a volleyball game at one of the gyms. Just like his father he took up the passion for the sport, at first you didn’t want to let him play but somehow Shoyo convinced you to let him play. The game was packed like usual, Torio didn’t play at any club he was on a Junior Olympic team, it was quite amazing, to say the least. He was only 10 years old and already had a big future ahead of him. Hinata also managed to come, he skipped practice to see your son play. He vowed to never miss one of his games, it was one of the many things that brought him joy in his life.

“Dad you came!” Torio came running off the court, he ran directly into Hinata’s arms. He didn’t even bother to hug you the way he did with Hinata. You were his own mother and he showed more love to Hinata than you. They were both laughing and joking with one another, it was like you disappeared into thin air. They were completely ignoring you.

“Torio, where's my hug?” You eyed your son dangerously, he rubbed the back of his head apologizing softly to you. He walked over to you hugging you around your waist. “Sorry, mom.”

Torio’s and Oikawa’s relationship hasn’t been the best since you both divorced. In order to get his mind off of the guilt that was eating him alive, he decided to move back to Argentina. He only came back to Japan for two days out of the year, Torio’s birthday and Christmas. He would barely spend time on these days because his schedule was so “hectic”. It strained their relationship a lot, the older Torio got the more he started to resent him. He started to build a relationship with Hinata and you didn’t stop him.

“Dude who taught you how to spike like that!?” Hinata yelled, you merely cringed at how loud both of your boys were being. Everyone turned their attention to your trio, it was no secret that Hinata was the loudest father in the room. He and Torio were literally bouncing off the walls, they couldn’t keep their excitement down.

He laughed, “Bokuto-san!” Torio loved to mess with Hinata’s ego, he would constantly say how Bokuto-san was a better ace than he was. It never failed, Hinata would always deadpan each time Torio would say it. Although Hinata knew he was joking he would complain how it hurt him all little.

All of the colors drained from Hinata’s face, “Are you sure?”

Torio shook his head,“Iwaizumi-san!”

Hinata fell backward on the floor, Torio also joined him. He could barely stand up from the amount of laughter that was escaping his small lips. Hinata squeezed his little body until he mumbled out that he was indeed the one who taught him. They were both rolling on the floor like a bunch of idiots, you sat down on the bench knowing that they could keep this up for hours.

Torio reached out to hug Hinata around his neck, “Dad, you know you’re the best, there’s no one out there like you.”

The smiles on their faces quickly vanished, Torio seemed nervous while Hinata stood up from the ground pushing your son behind him. You were about to question them about their sudden behavior when a chilling voice stopped you.

“I thought you were talking about me.”

That stoic voice belongs to no one but Oikawa Toru. Turning around you saw your ex-husband holding a gift bag, he had a small smile on his face. For a quick second, he glances at you up and down. A small smirk was forming on his face. He then ignores you holding out his arms waiting for Torio to come and hug him.

Torio knew the rules, he knew that you never forced him to do things that he did not want to do. Even with his dad. You never made him do anything that made him uncomfortable, he called the shots with his dad. He was ten years old which meant he knew how to handle the relationship with his dad now.

Your son glanced up at you before walking slowly over to his father’s arms. You and Hinata stood back to observe the awkward situation that was being exchanged in front of you.

“Have you been practicing on those positions I sent you?” Oikawa smiled down at you son, Torio was already over it, he reminded you so much of his father. That was something that he inherited from him.

Torio scoffed,“Old man, I’m not a setter anymore. I told you that I’m a center ace now?”

“You’re a what now? I thought you loved playing as a setter.”

“Yeah, I did until dad taught me how to become an ace.” Torio smiled, he pulled out his phone to show Oikawa some videos of him spiking a ball.

“I never taught you that?” Oikawa began to get defensive, while Torio was getting annoyed with him. Your son looked up at him while rolling his eyes, he sighed out then crossed his arms over his chest. He pointed in the direction of you and Hinata.“I’m talking about my dad, Hinata-san. You’re the old man…you should remember these things.”

Oikawa scoffed, he was beyond hurt, you could see it in his eyes and voice. He didn’t know what to do, he looked at you for help but you looked in the other direction. There was nothing you could do nor say to your son. Torio obviously didn’t care, that was one trait he got from his dad. “Torio? I’m your dad. What are you talking about? You’ve only known him for five years.”

“He’s done more for me in 5 years than you have done in my entire life. He earned the title dad for a reason, you only come by because the judge makes you. If it weren’t for that you probably would be in Argentina right now.” Torio spat, his face was stern. As a mom you took a step forward ready to take action, Hinata stopped you, he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you back.

“Let him handle it.” He whispered in your ear, as much as you wanted to intervene for your son you didn’t. You nodded your head and stayed in your position.

Oikawa dropped down so he was eye level with your son. He embraced him once more with a bigger hug. “That’s so mean of you Torio but, I have a lot of time to make it up to you. I’m in Japan for a while now, I hurt my knee so I’ll be out for the season. Maybe we can hang out sometime?”

Torio eyed the gift bag in his hand, he grabbed it without acknowledging anything Oikawa said to him. He looked inside and smiled, “Maybe you should use that time to heal your knee so you can get back to Argentina.” He tapped his dad on his bad knee before laughing, “You also might want to get up. We need you healed and ready so you can get back to Argentina.”

Oikawa stood up fast, you could see steam coming from his ear. He looked as if he was ready to scold Torio. Your son only looked up at him, he found humor in the situation, he even went as far as to take a picture of him.

“Hinata Torio! That was one hell of a game you played!” His coach yelled, he walked over to both of us shaking our hands. He shook Hinata’s hand vigorously, “You trained him well, Hinata. Keep it up.”

Torio turned around to give his coach a high five. Oikawa didn’t miss the way his last name was no longer on the back of his jersey. He grabbed Torio by the shoulder to get a better view of the name that was plastered on his jersey.

“Hinata Torio?” Oikawa mumbled, “You changed your last name!?”

“Yah, It was kind of boring, plus the last name Oikawa was getting a lot of backlashes. Also, my mom and sister have that name.” Your son sounded so nonchalant, he was too busy looking at the new game board that was given to him. It amazed you how he was a copy of an image of his dad, physically and mentally.

Oikawa’s eyes darted to you, it made you feel so uncomfortable. You were staring into the eyes of someone who made you feel like you were nothing, “Your mom and sister? (Y/N) you remarried and had a baby?” He asked, but it seemed like he was asking it towards you in a way.

Hinata grabbed your waist pulling you into the side of him. “I think we’re done here, Torio are you ready?” He seemed to catch the feeling in the atmosphere.

“Yeah! Let’s go eat!” Torio ran to Hinata’s side, they were the first to walk away but you couldn’t help but stare at your ex-husband.

“So this is how you felt huh? After all of those years of cheating…I still haven’t found love. The only person who has ever loved me is now gone…the both of you. I deserve this, I know I do but it’s so hard being lonely. I’m trying my best to be in Torio’s life but it seems like he hates me.” Oikawa sat on the bench where you were once sitting. He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall.

“He doesn’t hate you, he just doesn’t know how to act around you. Unlike you, Shoyo can balance the life of a pro athlete and a dad. You couldn’t, well you could but it seemed like that life made you happier. Torio needed a dad and that’s what Hinata is giving him so, of course, he’s going to respect him more. I know he’s your son but I refuse to make him talk to you if he does not want to. I have full custody, you don’t.”

His eyes had a layer of tears over them, an ordinary person would feel bad for him but you didn’t. In fact, you found joy knowing that he was suffering. He kept trying to speak but his voice would constantly break. He was lost for words, he was lost within himself. “I just want what’s best for him, I want Torio to be happy.”

“If that’s what you want then leave and never come back. Don’t reach out to Torio unless he reaches out to you. If he wanted a relationship with you he wouldn’t be acting the way he is right now. Torio has a dad, which is Hinata. He also has a sperm donor which is you. Don’t confuse the two, you just gave him the genes while Shoyo gave him the life that he deserves.”

Without saying anything else you walked away from him. You had finally gained power over him, you no longer needed him for anything, especially his love. He could go fuck himself because you have now found yourself.

The walk to your car was not long, your new and improved family was waiting for you with bright smiles on their faces. You no longer needed to speak to him since Torio was done speaking to him. Hopefully, this would be the last time you ever saw him. You had a new family that wasn’t broken, there was no way you would allow Oikawa’s negative energy back into your kid’s life. Your life no longer revolves around Oikawa Toru.

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she’s a lady

Request by @amirahiddleston - may i get #3 with benedict bridgerton x reader in which y/n isn’t a proper ‘lady’ but is often forced to go to the galas?

A/N: I hope this is alright, darling!

Y/N glowered at her aunt. “I cannot believe you managed to convince me to attend this... thing.”

“And I cannot believe that you’re still complaining,” her aunt, Allison, countered. “It will be fine.”

“I’m not a proper member of the ton, Auntie,” Y/N replied, slumping back into the cushioned seats of the carriage. “As everyone keeps making abundantly clear.”

“Lady Whistledown likes you,” Allison said, raising her eyebrows. “As do the Bridgerton’s.”

Y/N sighed. “Yes, thank you, Auntie. I still don’t understand why you drag me along with you to these things.”

“You entertain me.”

“What am I, your performing monkey?” Y/N asked, giving her a very unimpressed look. “You just like talking to Lady Danbury about how intolerable the rest of society is.”

“Well, yes,” Allison said, nodding. “But it’s also a good opportunity -”

“Oh, not this again -”

“ - for you to find a husband -”

“ - I do not need you playing matchmaker for me, Auntie!” Y/N snapped, giving her aunt a very pointed and grumpy look. “I’ll be fine.”

Her aunt raised her eyebrows at her niece. “You’ll become a spinster.”

Ah, the dreaded condition known as the spinster. An unmarried woman became known as a spinster when she went beyond the usual age for marriage. This was usual twenty-eight which was, in Y/N’s mind, still fairly young for a woman.

Y/N groaned and looked out the carriage window, choosing to ignore her aunt’s comment. “Oh, look, we’re here,” she said, thankful that the carriage had pulled up to Lady Danbury’s estate at the right moment.

A footman stepped forward and opened the carriage door. He held out a hand for Y/N and she took it, letting him help her down the stairs.

“Thank you,” Y/N said with a smile as she pulled her shawl around her shoulders.

“Y/N!”

Benedict Bridgerton broke off from his mother and Colin and began walking up to her.

“Benedict!” Y/n greeted, walking to meet him. “I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”

“I was dragged along,” Benedict muttered, shooting his mother as disdainful look.

Violet merely gave Y/N a cheer wave as she walked in to the building with Colin and Anthony.

“Same here,” Y/N replied, shooting her aunt a disdainful look who’d happily caught up with Violet Bridgerton. “Well, we can be miserable together.”

“And perfectly happy apart,” Benedict finished, holding his arm out for her to take. “Miss Y/L/N.”

“Mr Bridgerton,” Y/N replied, smiling.

Y/N was miserable. She hadn’t been this unhappy since she’d been forced to dance with Lord Berbrooke until Anthony Bridgerton had swung in and saved her.

“Lord Smith, I don’t suppose we could have a break for a few minutes?” Y/N asked as the dance (the third one she’d danced with him that night) ended. “I’d like a drink and a moment to catch my breath.”

“Ever the lady,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

Y/N curtsied to him. Lord Smith was not a very nice person and didn’t particularly care about the etiquette of society. Y/N took her chance and tried not to run through the crowd to escape the man. Her aunt had vanished along with Lady Bridgerton and Lady Danbury and Benedict had disappeared off with his sister and she’d been left to the lion’s den with no one around.

In her haste, she didn’t look where she was going and walked straight into someone.

“Oh!” Y/N exclaimed. She felt herself falling backwards only to be saved from impact with the floor by someone’s hands grabbing her waist.

“Sorry!” Benedict exclaimed, wincing with embarrassment as he caught her from falling on to the floor. “That was my fault.”

“I wasn’t looking,” Y/N replied, waving his concern off. She glanced behind her and silently cursed as she saw Lord Smith heading her way, weaving through the crowd like a man on a mission. “Catch me,” she said quickly, looking up at Benedict.

Benedict frowned. He looked behind her and saw Lord Smith approaching and his frown depended. “What?”

“I’m going to fake a swoon to scare him off, please catch me,” Y/N replied, urgency in her voice.

She didn’t give Benedict a chance to question her, admittedly, shoddy plan. If she'd had more time - and wasn’t so desperate to just vanish into thin air - she probably could have come up with a better plan. But, as it was, Y/N took a leaf out of the debutantes guid book, closed her eyes and dropped, hoping her friend was going to understand her urgency and actually catch her.

Judging from the gasp that went up around them and the fact she felt Benedict’s arms gently lower her to the floor, she assumed he’d caught on to her plan.

“Have you been practicing that?!” Benedict whispered, moving her so that she rested against his leg.

Y/N felt a hint of a smile on her lips but forced herself to keep calm.

“What happened?”

That was Anthony. Which meant she was now safely out of Lord Smith’s grasp. Y/N slowly opened her eyes and found herself looking up into Benedict’s eyes.

“Hi,” she said softly, smiling.

“Have a nice nap?” Benedict asked, helping her sit up. One hand rested on her shoulder and the other was still around her waist - his grip firm and reassuring.

Anthony handed her a glass of water and raised an eyebrow at her, completely unconvinced by her little act. “You swooned?”

“Oh, be quiet,” Y/N muttered, taking the water and sipping it. “It was an emergency.” She nodded behind Anthony at Lord Smith who was standing next to Lady Danbury and appeared to be getting an earful about three dances in a row from her and Lady Bridgerton. “I was trying to escape.”

Anthony rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

Benedict chuckled and Y/N felt his chest vibrate with it. She struggled not to smile a giddy smile as she suddenly realised how close she was to him - and the fact his hand was still on her waist.

“Want to try standing up?” He suggested, raising his voice on behalf of the ton who were watching and listening.

Y/N nodded and let the two brothers help her to her feet. “Thank you,” she said, turning to face Benedict. “I’d like some fresh air, if that’s alright?”

“Of course, Miss Y/L/N,” Benedict said, all but beaming at her. He took her arm and they slowly made their way out onto the terrace - away from the ballroom and the prying eyes of London.

Once they were safely away from the ballroom, Benedict let go of her arm and turned to her, raising an eyebrow.

“The fake swoon?” He asked, crossing his arms and smirking. “Seriously, Y/N? I expected better.”

“What was I meant to do?!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up. ““Three dances, Benedict, three. I know I’m not a proper lady but -”

“Don’t say that,” Benedict said softly, taking her hand.

Y/N frowned. “Don’t say... what?”

“That you’re not a proper lady,” Benedict elaborated. “I don’t like it when you talk about yourself as if you’re nothing.”

Y/N smiled sadly. “Well, in the eyes of society, Benedict, I am nothing. I’m an orphan with almost no dowry and an aunt who’s marriage lasted a month before he died. I come with scandal and a reputation that was ruined before I even arrived.”

“Yet you are as much as a lady as those women in there,” Benedict replied. He raised a hand and rested it on Y/N’s cheek. “If not more. Reputation be damned, Y/N, you are more than worthy of the title of Lady. Heritage and money may buy you the title of lady but it doesn’t make you one. A lady requires grace and agility and elegance. They have to dance and be perfect and - why are you looking at me like that?”

Y/N stared at him. “You and the point of that sentence are further apart than the Earth is from Pluto.”

“I’m trying to compliment you!” He exclaimed, staring back at her. “I was -”

“Going off on a tangent that was entirely unrelated to the start of the sentence!”

“Y/N!”

“Benedict!” Benedict whirled around and marched towards her. For a moment, Y/N thought he was going to yell at her or something alike.

Instead, he held her face between his hands and kissed her on the lips.

Y/N, completely stunned by the sudden change in emotion and the fact that Benedict Bridgerton was kissing her froze.

Benedict, noticing her attempt at being a statue, stopped kissing her and stepped back slightly. “I’m sorry that was... I’m sorry. I hope no one saw that -”

“Benedict -”

“If they have, I’ll happily -”

“Benedict -”

“I’m sure Anthony won’t mind -”

“Benedict!” Y/N yelled, grabbing his face between her hands and forcing him to look at her and be quiet. “Shut up.”

Before he could protest, Y/N stepped forward and kissed him on the lips. Her hand moved to the back of his head and she leant forward, kissing him with all the passion and intensity she had for him.

Benedict broke away from her, panting slightly. “Y/N,” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers.

“Yes?”

“Anthony’s staring at us.”

Y/N spun around and, sure enough, Anthony was standing in the doorway to the ballroom, conveniently inspecting a flower bush.

“Anthony,” Y/N scolded, walking forward. “What are you doing?!”

“Ensuring my brother doesn’t ruin a lady’s reputation,” Anthony replied, his arms behind his back.

“For the thousandth time -”

“You are not a lady,” Benedict chimed in, walking up behind her and kissing her cheek. “We know.”

Anthony smiled and offered his arm to her. “Well, I disagree. You are a lady to me, Miss Y/L/N. And, because of that, I’m now your chaperone.”

“Oh, you are, are you?” Y/N quipped, accepting his arm. “Does that mean Benedict has to ask your for permission?”

“I believe so,” Anthony replied. “And besides, I do believe a special license would make an excellent early wedding present for the two of you.”

“Oh, god, Anthony!”

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