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lizzaneia-elizalde · 6 months

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Please do yandere!delinquent with deaf!reader who's not so bothered by her condition and actually enjoys her alone time. She's also always up to something extrovert-activity like volunteering in orphanages and old age homes. Helping at exhibitions, something that always includes social interaction. She's people's person but not people pleaser (lmao). Yan delinquent works in 7/11 as well so add a cute interaction b/w them please

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Yandere! Male! Delinquent x Volunteer! Classmate! Fem! Reader

Welcome to the 2nd set of Lizzaneia's 16 yandere OCs! Your support has been so gracious, and I'm utterly surprised by how far we've come. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

Let's start this off with 🌼 anons' request, one of my consistent supporters throughout the months (´；ω；｀)

I kind of struggled how to show the yan side, so forgive me.

Yan! Delinquent name: Liam

Liam has been sent to the guidance office again.

He sighed, leaning back to his chair and started to blow raspberries on his lips. Boredom soothing his brain as he tried to think of anything other than the fact that he'll be late to his job again. His manager will probably scold him again, and he has no choice but to swallow back insults he wishes to throw.

After all, it was his fault in the first place.

Who in their right mind brings cigarettes to Uni? He seriously just wants a stress reliever from being sandwiched between midterms and his job. But once he got to a quiet and remote place to smoke, who knew a professor would also be smoking there?

"Bitch." Liam whispered under his breath, remembering how the professor started pointing fingers that he shouldn't smoke, that it's bad for your health, that it violates school rules, bla bla bla he speaks so much for a person who also smokes.

Although, he's not gonna land in this office if he just shut up. But Liam's temper got to him, and he blurted:

"stop talking, tar bags for lungs. Why are you still alive, smoking a pack and looking like a skeleton about to steal my skin?"

Let's just say that the professor blew his top and dragged his ass here, by the ear and all.

Liam buried his face on the desk, contemplating about his life.

He's always been the troublemaker. His mouth, nonstop, started fights more than stop them. That meant that there's a high percent chance that he'll be in a physical altercation with a person he's talking with.

This made Liam quite the delinquent also. Since he can't really connect with people that well, he decided to double down and be a public enemy.

He also didn't grow up with parents. He's only living by himself in a small apartment with the money that his parents left him, and works part time in a 7/11 with an understandably pissed manager.

Liam sighed.

"I'm just gonna go to sleep..."

But, when Liam was about to go to sleep, the classroom door opened and his head snapped up.

And his eyebrow quirked up.

There you are. In the school uniform, bringing a stack of papers (probably midterm exams) to the professor who was facilitating detention.

But what caught his eyes were a small, almost a Bluetooth earphone looking mechanic attached to your left ear.

"ah, y/n. Thank you for delivering the papers." The professor signed while talking to you.

Filled with curiosity, Liam looked up to you and saw you smile. Your dainty fingers started signing back, but you were also mouthing the sentence you wish to say. Subtle muted syllables of the words sometimes coming out of your mouth.

"no problem, sir. I'm glad to be of help." You ended the conversation with a polite smile before you straightened up. Your eyes looked to him, and blinked in surprise.

In an almost shy gesture, you gave a small wave to him with a cute tilt on your head. Your smile, small yet comforting, refried Liam's brain.

A slow blink, and a sharp inhale of breath made Liam wave back.

He swore he saw pink roses around you.

"what the fuck, why are you so beautiful?"

The professor coughed loudly, choking on his own saliva.

Meanwhile, you only tilted your head. You're still not that good with lipreading, and Liam's expression didn't help either.

So, you thought he just said hi or something.

Getting awkward, you bowed before shuffling outside.

Liam felt frozen in his seat, but also heated up.

You're so fucking cute in his eyes.

He wants to see you more now.

Which class are you in?

God, he hopes you were on the same class. He does not remember the faces of his classmates anyways so there's a high chance you were with him.

And as Liam daydreamed about you, the professor only looked at Liam with the outmost dumbfounded face.

"So you're here."

"?"

You looked up and saw a familiar, frowning face.

With a wave, you smiled at him.

"Hi Liam." You signed out, your voice also sounding out his name.

Liam almost doubled over from the adorableness.

He can't believe he heard his name come out of your lips. Your lips!

On the outside, Liam frowned deeply and scratched his head.

"Hi." He replied back flatly. Absolutely not betraying his own mind.

You knew he just said hi, so you chuckled and took out your phone. With a quick type, you showed him the message you wish to convey.

"Why are you here in the orphanage?"

Liam flinched, not knowing what to reply.

What? Should he freak you out by saying he followed you here?

You were his classmate after all. So why is Liam here also?

It's just that, Liam wants to spend time with you more. Get to know you more.

Liam gulped, and grabbed his phone to type his reply and showed it to you.

"ah... Decided to volunteer too."

You smiled brightly, and Liam swore once more he was blinded momentarily.

Is this what heaven looks like?

You guided him inside the orphanage. And immediately, children looked up to Liam and he jumped from the sudden attention being placed to him.

One child hid behind the other, one looked away, one tilted their head. But one bravely went up to Liam and you, clumsily signing while saying the word.

"friend?" The child asked, a hopeful face sat on his visage. Liam nodded with a small, twitchy smile. It's been a while since he did.

As if on cue, the children grinned, ran up to Liam, and started pulling him to play with them.

A small giggle came out of your lips as you watched Liam getting dragged by the children, watching them with a warm-hearted chest.

All throughout the day, Liam got to know you better.

Despite being deaf, you didn't let it hinder your spirit. You love to volunteer left and right in different organizations, wanting to help the community.

Are you making Liam fall harder for you? He's almost like a melted puddle just watching you from afar.

Although, jealousy burns within him as he tried to ignore the way you gave attention to other people. Especially men.

You appreciated how the school delinquent is apparently just a big softie (it's because of you). He's actually nice and friendly, also generous and playful (once again, it's because of you). You didn't understand why people don't like him.

He's misunderstood.

You also misunderstood his intentions because of it.

Whenever Liam had the chance, he would get close to you. Asking you to teach him sign language, what's not to do when talking with a deaf person, etc.

He wishes to know more about his future wife, after all.

He, as wrong as it sounds, thank the gods sometimes for your deafness.

You won't be offended by the shit he spew out from his mouth by how loose it is.

You won't be hurt.

You won't accidentally take what he said the wrong way.

And because of it, Liam has a strong, strong desire to protect you.

He can't let the others' voices reach your vision.

He just can't.

The bell rang from having the doors open.

"Welcome to 7/11... Y/N." Liam paused, seeing you in the wild. And inside the store he's doing his part time in.

His lips twitched. What luck.

You jumped in surprise when you finally saw Liam.

"Liam!" You said as much as your voice could. And it was enough to make Liam shiver once more.

"Can I help you, Y/N?" Liam signed out while mouthing, a relaxed look on his face.

Liam's a fast learner, immediately learning how to sign. You were thoroughly amazed, showering him with praises. Liam was also sure it was his deathbed at that time, his heart pounding through his chest as warmness and desire course through him while you praised him.

All you need to do is call him good boy really.

"oh nothing." You shook your head. Your hands gently signing out words, a sign of fatigue. "I just want a pick me up."

Liam grinned, going out from his counter as he got to you and held your hand gently. He gave a head tilt and a boyish smile.

And that made your heart flutter.

This didn't go unnoticed by Liam.

"Come on, I have recommendations." Liam guided you to the corner isle, where refreshments and microwavable foods are.

With your choice of meal done, he microwaved it, payed for the food (much to your dismay, you want to pay it for yourself but Liam insisted on paying), and let you eat on the tables area on another corner.

When Liam is about to return to the counter, his manager appeared with a smirk on his face.

Here we go again.

"hah. Didn't know a troublemaker like you would get a girlfriend." The manager said, looking at you eat.

Liam didn't refute his allegation.

"So what? I love her, and she loves me." Liam huffed, suddenly getting protective. He doesn't like how his manager leered at you.

"hey! Little lady! Your boyfriend here is a fucking lazy bum!" The manager yelled, but you didn't react, only continued to look down and eat, lost in your own world. "Huh? Excuse me!"

Didn't help also that you were far from them.

"what the fuck?"

"she's deaf, you sackbag of useless meat."

The manager's eye twitched, hearing another insult pouring out of Liam's mouth.

"deaf you say? Well, at least she can't hear the colorful shit coming out of your mouth." The manager taunted, before his eyes glinted in cruelty. "Don't deaf people have weird voices? Like nasally sounding or something?"

Liam's smirking face slowly twitched to a frown, and a face filled with anger.

"so, if the both of you fuck, won't you get disgusted by how... Fucking weird she will sound?" The manager laughed loudly. "Agh~ Ahn!"

The manager moaned out, exaggeratedly mimicking a stereotyped and insulting voice.

Liam felt like boiling hot water courses through his veins as he grabbed the manager and pushed him violently to the staff room.

He was seeing red.

His eyes wide with anger as he started to beat the shit out of the manager.

Anger rose through him like a bursted pipe, spewing out thick, unbridled rage.

Blood pumping through his fast beating heart, his mind numbed out what he's doing.

The manager can't just insult you like that.

He's a piece of shit.

You're a lovely person.

You don't deserve to be insulted like that.

He deserves to...

Liam dazedly backed away, blood dripping from his fist as he watched the manager twitch and lay on the floor.

Crimson blood pooled from his mouth, gargling just one step away from death. His eyes, shot wide with fear, looked at him with a shaky consciousness.

Liam numbly went to the comfort room to wash away the blood, change uniform, and apply perfume to remove the ironic smell after dragging the manager to the furthest corner of the staff room.

He went outside the room, and saw you just scroll your phone with a smile.

He approached you gently, his rage subsiding.

"Liam!" You said.

The manager was lying, your voice is as sweet as the morning dewdrop dropping down to the ground.

"Hey, you finished?"

You nodded with a gentle smile once more.

"Yes. Then, I'll get going! I just waited for you to come back. It's kind of rude to suddenly just... Disappear." You signed out, now enthusiastically as you already replenished your energy.

Liam's face contorted to a sheepish smile. He wants to spend time with you more.

Maybe...

Liam huffed and grabbed your hand softly.

Gently mimicking the sign to the word date, before releasing.

"I've always liked you, Y/N. Your spirit, your kindness, goodness, and just... You." Liam slowly signed out, confessing to you. Your eyes were wide, a blush settling on your cheeks. "I've always admired you, and... I want to ask you out on a date. My treat, don't worry."

You gasped, tears settling your eyes before nodding with a big grin.

Liam's sheepish smile turned to a grin as he grabbed your waist and spun you around, both of your laughters filling the air.

Liam settled you down, helping you fix your clothes.

"Wednesday?" He asked once more, and you agreed before waving goodbye to Liam.

With you gone, Liam screamed.

"YES!" He jumped around, danced, and wriggled from the butterflies going haywire in his stomach.

When he settled down, he went back to the staffroom and saw that the manager finally died. Even if he was Liam's first kill, he didn't feel bad, just a coldhearted 'good riddance.'

Now, how to get rid of this fucker?

Meh. Liam somehow knew he would be alright.

Nobody insults you.

And if somebody does again,

He would gladly put them down.

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #lizzaneiaelizalde

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bluginkgo · 2 months

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Episode 7 Teaser is out and it gave me too many crack theories

Well, after finally getting my head wrapped around the entire teaser- which took literal hours to process how amazing it all looked- I think I finally found the ability to put it into words.

Spoilers, duh and uh lots of words, so sorry

This'll be somewhat frame by frame crack down as well as crack theories that came to me while spending time looking at the red images too long that gave me a headache - anyways

As many have mentioned this before, V's corpse is gone, and only a sentinel's tail remains on the ground to the right. Although I wish to believe that V made it out alive, that hope is quickly dwindling. Although there is a small possibility that V somehow won the fight (perhaps with outside help such as J) and dragged herself away (based off of the splatter on the ground) I more so think that she turned into an eldritch V. That or perhaps has been mauled by the sentinels, and the body was dragged off. Although, I can not wait for Liam to prove me wrong about this theory (I hope he proves me wrong, cause I miss V ;w;)

The ground looking hall seems to be where the gang will enter right after exiting the elevator. Alongside this, it seems that the moment with N is also here (based on the background). Now, as for the look that N gives. It goes from worried and slightly scared to harsh concern (in my opinion, feel free to take that thought and yeet it as far as you wish ^_^). Something made him worry in a way that also slightly flared his anger. Two theories:

He saw something ahead of them, and this is the more likely possibility, because that tunnel gives way to the cave that N seems to have been dragged into from the teaser from November.

2. Uzi might have said something that made him more concerned. There is a figure that moves behind N, but it is very hard to see as to who it is- my guess it's Tessa, making Uzi the only candidate to possibly to walk in front of them.

Then we get to see this hole.

Possibility (also a bit wacky and highly unlikely): The entity will finally be revealed, that is, the center of the absolute solver. Something I noticed with the design of the absolute solver is that we get to see its limbs, but never the main body. It is always hiding somewhere, be it in the ceiling or the walls. Of course, there are also the eldritch forms we saw of Cyn, but in my opinion, it feels more like another limb. Now, with J's huge form, I'm a little more inclined to believe that's what it looks like as the main body. Holo spooky snake crab like.

Not to be dramatic, but... Core collapse, which made me chuckle. Because despite all hell breaking loose in these last couple episodes, Murder Drones still manages to sneak in tiny jokes like this. Oh, and I can't forget the dog too! XD

Something I still cannot grasp my head around is what is going on with the environment around the cathedral?? It's raining, but it's in a cave- ok can be sorta explained that it acts like a stalactite... but then what is going on with the vortex around the building? My current theory: uhhh... robo-satan, that is all.

A lot of scenes with humans and in a clear view (i.e. not like a video tape). This might suggest a flashback as many have already mentioned it. However, who, how, and why is there a flashback? Well, there is one crack theory I came up with. This is what Uzi is seeing. She is an absolute solver host, and it has been seen on multiple occasions that absolute solver has a hivemind, so it can easily show its hosts whatever memories its previous hosts had.

These next scenes I believe to be in the progression as shown.

@/haastera (don't want to bother them with a tag) also pointed this out, that these scenes may be back to back, based off of the lamp that is off to Uzi's left. However, what the heck would cause Uzi to snap like she did in ep4?

Uzi saw something in the tape that made her upset, the possibility of N killing Nori. Cons in that theory: N killed Nori post core collapse, and there would not be any evidence of it.

The tape had something that was similar to zombie drones tape that was marked "Don't show this to drones, they will not like it." Something in the tape may have forced boot the solver string in Uzi, and she was powerless to stop it. Cons: @bloodywolfwings mentioned to me that the reflection in Uzi's visor seems to be a door instead of a screen. So there's also the 50% chance that these two scenes are not even related.

MA'AM YOU PUT THAT SWORD AWAY, UZI HAS IT BAD ENOUGH MA'AM- in all seriousness, this is a 50/50 shot once again. Maybe Tessa is attempting to get rid of Uzi while N is gone. The opposite end of that is Tessa is attempting to help Uzi, perhaps an enemy that Uzi did not sense behind her.

These two scenes are related, I believe- the claw is hard to see behind the cross, but it is there, and not to mention that Dr. Chambers is wearing a camera on his head. However, there's more to it after I stared at it for a while. The absolute solver claw appears to be burning and glitching, this is only seen with DDs and solver drones when they are exposed to the sun. Perhaps the humans were slowly getting better at controlling the absolute solver, with some sort of power equivalent to the sun. But in the end, their efforts were useless, seeing as Nori still destroyed everything there.

We have seen these two scenes already, so not much to dissect here. Just NUzi being NUzi :3 while all hell breaks loose

This scene had me so confused at first.

I could not figure out what was going on with the cars. Cars are outside, our gang is in a cathedral, what happened- That's it. This is outside. And as many have already mentioned this, there are drones in the background so far identified as Lizzy and perhaps Thad. (I say perhaps Thad because my dumb brain won't let go of the idea that the drone on the left is Khan. Look, my brain said 'I think I see a mustache' and now I can't unsee it.) Either way, this is outside and the gravity has decided to take a break (as RedMage put it in the nuzi discord server). It seems that the gang will do something, or something drastic will happen (perhaps a second core collapse) that will cause the gravity of copper-9 to become unstable. So maybe the episode will end with the possibility that copper-9 is about to collapse like Earth did, as the gang tries to stop that event from happening.

Ahem, allow me a second of: FERAL N FERAL N FERAL N FERAL N- ok, I'm done for now. As many have pointed out, this may be the moment that N killed Nori, and Uzi might have to relive through that experience as the absolute solver shows Uzi everything that has happened up until now. His smile is not the one we've seen up until now when he's in his murder drone mode, but more of a smirk. Another theory I came up with is that when Uzi becomes possessed by the absolute solver, perhaps by default, N does too. Uzi is now N's admin, and if the admin is corrupted, there is nothing to keep N's solver string in his ai from fully corrupting him. However, there's a hole here.

The X on the visor generally means that there is a string in the drone's core is faulty and not functioning. This is because when the solver string attempts to take possession of the DDs, the admin program switches it to false and gives the faulty os string sign on the visors. That has to mean the admin program is still up and running, which pushes the theory of this scene being a flashback of N killing Nori, more likely.

Uzi's eye has burst, it seems, just like Yeva's. So now the question is, why does it do that? Doll also covered her eye, perhaps to conceal the damage that is already there. Theory: this happens because the solver inside of the drones is constantly attempting to get out of the host. It has been seen that it does destroy the bodies from ep5. And it seems that the red goop is what Uzi's attempting to hold back on her eye. It might be oil, but what makes me believe otherwise is the fact that it doesn't look liquid-like enough. Granted, that scene is literally 1 second, so the movement that may be there is really hard to grasp.

Doll HAS MADE A RETURN! And she's fighting someone with knives is what it seems like. Thoughts on who it might be? Literally, anyone in the gang, there is not much to go off of here. But to dissect it further, it could be like this:

Uzi- because she teamed up with Tessa and a DD, and it seems like Doll and the gang have separate goals, which upsets Doll and causes the fight.

N- another DD that had caused a lot of pain and suffering for WD when they first arrived to copper-9. So why not get rid of him as well while she's at it.

Tessa- the main character that seems to be very suspicious about every action. We know very little about her, and even more so what happened to her post gala massacre. Perhaps Tessa discloses the idea of killing every drone that is on the list of the drones experimented on. This will include Yeva and, therefore, Doll.

Now as for THIS.

That is a drone, for certain, now as to who it is, is really hard to guess. There is clearly a helmet on the drone, so it kinda narrows it down. Routes:

This is part of a flashback:

Nori or Yeva- one of the stronger solver drones that needed a better way of controlling/containing them. Backed up by the balconies/cat walks that are on the corners of the screen.

Some other poor drones- An even crazier idea of mine would be that the people were, in fact, worshipping the absolute solver. This is what happens to the heretics. Either that, or this was some sick way of worshipping the solver.

This is real-life time: Doll is the number 1 candidate, how she got to be like this, though... there are some possibilities.

Doll's solver form is taking control/form.

Uzi and Doll had a fight (consciously or not, solver might have forced a fight), with this being the outcome.

It's late for me. The amount of crack theories that have been bouncing around in my head is unreal. More than half of them are probably most likely wrong. Once again, take all of my theories and yeet them into the stratosphere if you wish ^_^ These will be mostly here just to come back to and see how wrong I was about everything.

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archiveikemen · 8 days

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『Love Sparks From A Mean Lie』 Collection Event

Ellis Twilight

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Kate: … Haa…

Ellis: Nn… a little more…

Our lips finally parted, albeit reluctantly.

I loved kissing Ellis, but I also loved the moment when our lips parted.

It made me happy seeing the affectionate look in his eyes as he gazed at me.

Kate: … Ah.

Ellis: What’s wrong?

Kate: You smell like cigarette smoke…

Kate: Fufu. Must’ve rubbed off on you from Jude.

Ellis: …

Ellis’ twilight coloured eyes flickered like a flame in the wind for a split second, but it was so brief that I thought I could've been mistaken…

Ellis: Can we… continue?

Our lips met again, the slight feeling of unease pushed to the back of my head.

…

Victor: … Come, let's go through again the plan for today's mission.

Victor: Jude, Ellis, Kate, the three of you will be attending a social party.

Victor: Our target for this mission is a noble who has been suspected for involvement in smuggling dangerous goods.

Victor: Jude will propose a business deal and observe the target’s response.

Victor: In the meantime, Ellis and Kate will keep an eye on the surroundings to make sure there are no suspicious activities.

Kate: Understood.

Ellis: Got it.

Victor: Jude, let’s discuss the deal you’ll propose to the target. We need to make it sound real!

While Victor and Jude went on with their talk, Ellis approached me quietly.

Ellis: … Hey, Kate.

Kate: What's the matter? Ah… is it about the mission?

Ellis: Nope. Not that…

Ellis: Just wanted to tell you that the underwear I’m wearing today is incredibly sexy.

Kate: …

Kate: … HUH!?

(Ellis’ underwear is… s-sexy…?)

Unable to comprehend what he just said, for a moment it felt like any thoughts I had just got flung into the void.

Ellis: Fufu, look at you frozen. You’re so cute.

Ellis had an innocent smile on his face, like a little boy who successfully played a prank.

(I didn't hear that wrong…)

Kate: Um…

Victor: Ellis. Can we go through the weapons you’ll be carrying for the mission?

Ellis: Okay, got it.

Ellis: … Remember what I said, Kate.

Ellis: When I come home from the mission, I’ll show you what I’m wearing.

Without being able to confirm what he really meant by that statement…

Ellis went to check weapons with Victor.

(W-What is “sexy underwear!? I’ve never seen such a thing before…)

(Doesn’t Ellis always wear regular underwear…?)

Kate: U-Uhh… Jude. Has Ellis bought any strange things recently?

I asked Jude who had just finished talking to Victor, and he gave me a puzzled look.

Jude: Strange things…?

Jude: Ahh, yeah he did. He bought something pretty damn strange.

(“Strange”... so he DID buy sexy underwear!?)

(... What is men’s sexy underwear?)

And so the mission began, and it went without a hitch…

All I could think of was Ellis’ underwear.

…

Even after we returned to the castle, my head was still full of Ellis.

(I want to ask Ellis about the true meaning of what he said and clear this up quickly, but…)

(He went to see Victor to report on the mission, so I can’t do that until he gets back.)

Kate: *sigh*...

Liam: Kate. The tea I carefully poured for you has gone cold, you know?

Kate: Oh… you’re right.

I drank the cup of cold tea in one go when Liam pointed that out.

Kate: Sorry, I got too carried away thinking about underwear…

Liam: Underwear…?

Harrison: … Is that something we should be hearing?

Kate: Ah, not my underwear!

(It’s pointless fretting about this alone… I should ask the two of them for advice.)

Kate: Generally speaking… what does it mean when someone buys bold underwear?

Liam: You mean something like underwear set aside for special occasions?

Harrison: … I have now decided that I’m disengaging myself from this conversation.

Liam: Hmm. It could also be to spice up their bedroom life with their lover, I guess?

Kate: Bedroom…

Liam: There could be other reasons too, of course; like buying it just because it’s cute or it gets them in the mood.

Liam: Ellis doesn’t seem to be the type of guy to care about such things, so he must've bought it for you.

Harrison: … He’s probably up to his usual “it’s for Kate’s happiness” shenanigans again.

Kate: Eh!? I-I never said it was Ellis’ underwear…

Harrison: If it isn’t about you, then it must be about Ellis.

Liam: Yeah. … It’s a whole other problem altogether if you’re talking about someone else’s underwear.

(It was that obvious…)

…

(To spice up our bedroom life… huh.)

(... Does that mean he’s unsatisfied with our current situation?)

Kate: … Okay then.

I made a decision and headed to my bedroom.

…

Ellis: Kate, I’m back.

Kate: Ellis…! Welcome back!

The man who had been running through my mind all day returned.

Kate: Um… about what you said earlier today…

Ellis: Fufu… were you curious about it the whole time?

Ellis noticed my fidgeting and laughed in amusement.

Ellis: … Okay. Want to check it out yourself?

Ellis removed his belt and guided my hand to his pants.

Kate: …

My heart was racing at the thought of finally seeing what he meant by “sexy underwear”.

— Or so I thought.

What I saw when I pulled down Ellis’ pants was none other than a pair of the ordinary underwear he has always worn.

Kate: … Isn’t this your usual underwear?

Ellis: Yup. I was lying about the sexy underwear.

Kate: What!? Why would you…

Ellis: Remember when we were making out last night, you mentioned that Jude’s scent rubbed off on me?

Kate: I did, but…

Ellis: … I don’t like it. I don't like it that your mind shifted to Jude even for just a moment.

Ellis: That’s why… I wanted to get “revenge” for that by making sure I’m all you can think of today.

He was indeed all I could think of today, just like he intended.

Kate: … I see. I’m sorry.

Ellis: Don’t apologise, okay? It’s my fault for being so narrow-minded. Also…

Ellis: … I’m sorry for giving you false hope about seeing my underwear, Kate.

Ellis: I didn’t expect to see you get that disappointed when you pulled down my pants to see my usual underwear…

Kate: T-That’s not the case! Apart from being surprised because I’ve been curious about it for a while, I promise there’s no deeper meaning to it…

Kate: It’s because even Jude said you bought something strange recently…!

Ellis: I bought something strange recently…? … Oh.

Ellis: Al said he wanted that, so I was only buying it on his behalf… that should be what Jude was referring to.

(I misunderstood…!)

Ellis: … I’m sorry for lying to you. Do you forgive me?

Kate: I forgive you. … But can you leave my room for a bit?

Ellis: … Are you angry at me?

Kate: Not at all! It’s just… there was a misunderstanding…

Ellis: Misunderstanding?

Kate: … I thought that the reason why you bought sexy underwear was because you were unsatisfied with our bedroom life.

Kate: So…

Kate: … I-I put on that kind of lingerie too. … S-Sexy lingerie. Now I want to change back to my normal underwear.

Ellis: … You’re wearing it now?

Kate: Y-Yes…

Ellis: I want to see it. Show me.

Ellis forcefully pushed me onto the bed.

Ellis: … Since it’s something you prepared just for me, I want to appreciate it properly.

When he said that in such an endearing way, it made me feel like I had no choice but to give in.

That “thing” I prepared was perfectly effective…

My heart was once again filled with joy from the sweet feelings of love that sparked from a lie.

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Fallen {Chapter Twenty Two}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

Warning(s): Mentions Of Past Abuse, Abusive Ex, Confrontation, Drug Overdose Mention

Knocking at my door caused me to stir out of my sleep, I groan and sit up in bed. "Yes?" I call. "Morning, Y/n! Hurry can get dress please. We have a new guest staying at the hotel!" I could hear Charlie from the other side of my door, voice filled with excitement.

I raise an eyebrow. A new guest? Huh...Well, alright. I tell her I'll be down in a second before getting dressed. I leave my room and make my way through the halls. Angel had caught up with me, and joined me on the way down.

"What do you think of the new guest?" I ask him as we step into the elevator. He shrugs. "No idea, haven't met em' yet. But, I hope it's a new hottie." He says with a smirk, I laugh lightly.

We get out of the elevator after a few seconds and walk into the lobby. Everyone was gather to greet the new sinner looking for redemption. I didn't get a good look at them, as they were being blocked by Charlie. Who, by the way, was over the moon to see them.

"Alright, who's the new guy?" Angel asks, crossing his arms. Charlie looks back at us with a wide smile. "Guys, I want you to meet Liam, our newest addition to the hotel! Yay!" She cheers as she steps aside, given us a better view of him.

Liam was a average sized wolf demon, his jet black fur looked an almost deep blue under the lights of the hotel, his red eyes scanned the room, ears flicking slightly. When his eyes landed on me, he grinned. But, for some reason...

His grin was not a friendly one.

I furrow my eyes in confusion, and then, he spoke.

"Thanks for having me. It's a pleasure to be here."

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach.

That voice...I may have lost a bit of my memory, but I could never forget that voice. The voice that one minute, would be so loud it'd send me into a frozen shock.

Then the next, be so soothing and loving, that it'd make me forgive everything he's done for a while. I could never forget. Never ever forget that voice, his voice.

Angel seemed to be the only one who noticed my distress, he placed a hand on my shoulder. Only to take it away when I flinched under his touch. "Y/n?" He says quietly, voice filled with concern. I open my mouth to speak, but I couldn't find the words.

There was nothing I could say, even if I wanted to. My mind raced, everything became so loud so fast. My heart was beating like crazy, and I felt sick. "Y/n-" Angel didn't get my name out before I took off back to my room.

He watched me for a second before turning back to look at Liam, eyes narrowing in suspicion. 'Something ain't right...' He thought.

And he wasn't the only one who thought it. Alastor had thought anyone who'd come to this hotel for redemption, wasn't all the way there in the head. But...Liam seemed to be a whole new case. But, he kept his false welcoming persona as he spoke to Liam.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, my good man. But, I have important matters to attend to, so, you'll have to excuse me." Alastor says to him. Liam nods. "Sure thing." Alastor excuses himself from the group and walks away. Angel said nothing as he passed him by, but secretly hoped Alastor could help...

I paced in my room, arms clutched and wrapped around my body in a weak attempt of comfort. What the hell was going on!? Why was he here!? I mean, I'm not surprised he went to hell, but. Why here of all places!? Tears pooled in my eyes, my heart beating so fast it hurt. What am I going to do now?

I let out a sharp gasp as my door was open, I quickly turned to see Alastor. A wave a of relief washed over me at the sigh of him. "Alastor..." My voice cracked.

Alastor shut the door behind him and approached me, he didn't touch me right away, which I was grateful for. For now at least. "I take it, that was your ex?" He asked gently. I nod my head, tears streaming down my face. "W-What is he doing here? How the fuck did he find me?" I sob.

"I'm wondering the same thing." Alastor muttered. "Y/n, just give me the word, I'll go down there right now and have him taken care of."

"No!" I quickly say. "N-No...I...I don't want anyone to know by drawing attention."

"I can do it discreetly, it'll look like a bloody accident." Alastor tells me. "But...Charlie was so happy that there's someone new." I sigh. "Does that matter? Out there in that lobby is the reason your life was misery and why it was cut short." Said Alastor, almost in disbelief that I wouldn't let him get rid of that man.

"It doesn't...But, I think..." I exhale shakily. "I think I need to say my peace before I agree to anything." Alastor raises an eyebrow. "You want to speak to him?" He asks.

I nod my head. "There is so much I want to say to him...I want him to answer for all the pain he's caused me." Alastor was silent for a moment before speaking. "If that's what you want." He says softly. "Would you like me to come with you?"

"I think I should do this on my own. I might not get the answers I want, if it's not just the two of us." I tell him. "If you insist...But, the moment you feel that you're unsafe, just call for me. I will hear you." Alastor says firmly. "Understand?"

"I will, I promise."

Hours later, after Liam had gotten accustomed to the hotel, and when I was sure he'd be alone, was when I decided to finally speak with him. Wave after wave of anxiety washed over me, though I tried to stay calm. It would do me no good to run away. I've endured so much of his shit for so long, he will answer for it.

I will say what needs to be said, what should have been said a very long time ago. I found him right outside of the hotel, cigarette in hand. A puff of smoke left his lips, along with a deep exhale. His ears flickered towards my direction as I closed the hotel doors behind me.

He turned, and another rush of anxiety shot through me. "Hey there." He greets me. "Liam, can we speak?" Liam stares at me for a moment. "Do I know you?" He asks with a grin. "You do." I mutter. "I may not look like I use to, but I'm still the same. And I know it's you under that new form as well. Let's not pretend."

Liam's grin remained the same. "Yeah. I figured it was you, based on your reaction when you first saw me." He says before taking another drag.

He exhaled the smoke and casually asks me. "How have you been?" I clench my fists tightly at my side. "I'm surprised to see you here." He continues. "You were always so nice. What did you do? Hm? You do some terrible things I didn't know about or something?"

"Why did you do it?" I ask, ignoring his questions. "Hm? Do what?" He asks. "Don't act like you don't know! Why!? How could you do that to me!?" My emotions began to take over. And his stupid fucking grin was only upsetting me further.

Liam flicks the cigarette away before taking a step towards me. "I was good to you." I kept on. "I tried to be a good girlfriend, a good fiancé. I would have been a good wife. But you...all you've ever done was hurt me. You never appreciated me, you lied to me, you made me feel like less than a person. And for what? I would blame myself, but I've done nothing wrong. I stayed with you because it meant so much to my family, as well as yours. I did it for their sake, but most of all, I did it for you."

I continue. "I know how your family was. They were so insistent that we marry, or else you'd get the shit end of the stick for it. And I loved you...so why wouldn't I agree?"

"Why Liam? Just why?" Tears filled my eyes. "Why did you kill me?"

Liam was but a step away from me. "I didn't want to kill you." He starts. "You know how much shit, I went through because you died? My parents had to pull so many strings, get through to the right people, just to make sure no one found out. They hated me for it...Said I was a fucking disappointment. Didn't want me to get the shit end of the stick, huh? If only you didn't fucking mouth off to me that day. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten so angry. But you always had to test me, even now...you don't know when to quit."

"You have no one to blame but yourself Liam." I said firmly. "I didn't make you push me down those stairs. God, I feel so stupid. I don't know why I couldn't see it sooner. You were a bad person then, and I see nothing has changed now. Liam, I wanted to stay with you because I really did love you. At one point I did. I wish things could have been different, but, I see now that we were doomed from the start. I can't help you, I don't know how to, and I can't suffer by trying. I wish I were brave enough to say all this while I was still alive. But better late than never, I guess."

I turn to leave. "That's all I wanted to say. I don't think you're serious about this hotel, so I don't expect you to stay long. But while you're here...I hope you'll stay away from me. Because, I want nothing to do with you ever again."

"I don't think you really understand, Y/n."

I stop walking. "You ruined my life when you died. My parents pretty much disowned me. Cut me off, and I was left on my own. I struggled to keep employment, I turned to drugs, and I eventually died trying to forget that fucking night when you died. It's your fault you died, it's your fault I became an addict, and it's your fault I died. I'm suffering, and I will continue to suffer forever, because of you!"

I couldn't believe what he was saying. I was right, he really isn't capable of change. I turn to give him a piece of my mind, but it was then in that moment, he lunged at me...

And everything went dark...

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𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝑖𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗰 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

WARNING: fingering, smut, dominant Charles, cigarettes

Song: Drama - Jesse®

"Don't you know where my cell phone is?" I asked when my cell phone wasn't on the table.

"Charles took it," my brother said without any interest.

"Where's Charles?" I began tapping my fingers nervously on the table. My friend was supposed to call me and nothing, and instead my cell phone disappeared.

"probably on the balcony" He just finished and I got up from the table and ran up the stairs. I walked the entire corridor with a quick step. My footsteps approached the last door at the end of the corridor. I carefully opened the door. The room was dark. I closed the door behind me and went into the living room. The balcony door was ajar. I dusted off my dress and pulled them down. I carefully walked over to the balcony door and opened it. Charles was sitting at a small table in the corner of the balcony. His right hand was clutching a cigarette. He was doing something on his cell phone and wasn't paying me any attention, I bet he doesn't even know I'm here. After looking around for a long time, I came to him. My hands landed on the small table which made an unpleasant sound. My palms started to feel cold.

"Where's my cell phone, why did you take it from me at all," I said in an annoying voice. If I changed to solve where my phone is so that I wouldn't talk to Charles. We have nothing to say, even if we didn't try to talk, but it doesn't matter, it just works now This is only about my mobile phone, nothing else.

"Are you coming after me because of yours phone? Dude probably won't give you anything to think about, he's always texting you." He looked up and grinned at me.

"Give me my phone"

"What if I don't give it to you" He stood up and approached me. Cigarette smoke blew into my face .

"Charles I warn you" I backed away from him.

"Something for something" he said and put his hand on my hip and brought me closer to him. A million butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I could feel his muscular chest through his suit.

"What would you like" I whispered and ran my hand over his stomach and left it there. He threw away the cigarette he was holding and put both hands on my hips. One of his hands began to move lower. I gasped as his hand began to run down my inner thigh. His fingers touched my panties. My hand started to squeeze his shirt.

"Do you like it hmm?"

His hand went under my panties. I sighed quietly. I rested my head on his chest.

"Yes" his fingers penetrated me.

"Sit on that table Beauté " As he said, I did, I backed away and sat down on the table. He knelt in front of the house and spread my legs with his hands. He pulled down my panties and smirked at me. "You're so wet" His tongue started to lick my clit. I tried to stifle my sighs. I didn't want anyone to hear me. His tongue entered me and I moved my hands into his hair with a loud sigh.

"I'm so close" I closed my eyes.

"Cum in my mouth babe" He said, thrusting his tongue into me again. With a loud sigh, I made myself into his mouth. "Good girl" I opened my eyes. He just winked at me and stood up. He stretched out my panties.He placed my cell phone next to me. I saw how the light came on in the room and I heard footsteps. Charles kissed my neck and smiled.

"Someone's coming" I blurted out and I pushed Charles away from me.I quickly stood up and pulled my dress down.

"Hello mate. Hi Honey I was looking for you everywhere" I smiled and hugged him, "you didn't say you would come" I kissed his neck. Charles just walked around us one last time, turned to me, winked at me and grinned. My face turned red and I leaned on Liam's shoulder instead. I pulled away and grabbed the mobile phone in the hands.At the same time, Liam was telling me how he was in London without me. I opened my phone and there was a message from Charles.

Charles :) : You taste perfect, we should repeat what you think Chéri

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The gang followed Ellis and Jude and they were led to a warehouse in the port, just like Liam mentioned.

Alphonse: "It's not like they're having a business meeting in the middle of the night, so what are they doing here?"

Harrison: "Suppose they have some kind of dealing with this prisoner you were talking about earlier, depending on who it is..."

Liam: "Can be one of the Crown's targets....maybe."

Liam: "I'm not sure, but...."

Alphonse: "Shhh...it looks like someone is already inside the warehouse."

Harrison: "That's----"

When Jude and Ellis stepped proudly into the warehouse, the people inside were suddenly agitated.

Jude: "Oh, hello the guy who tried to sell me inferior products the other day?"

Business partner: "Huh..!!?"

Jude: "So? Who are these people....?"

Wilson: "I'm Thomas Wilson, the head of the Wilson Trading Company."

Jude: "Aah, I remember you. You're the one who was running a shitty business and lost a lot of money to us and went bankrupt, right?"

Wilson: ".....Ngh!!"

Ellis: "Is this the bad person?"

Jude: "No way, that pale-faced loser could do business with an ex-convict."

Ellis: "The pale-faced one, isn't Mr. Wilson...."

Jude: "Dennis Donald."

Ellis: "Mr. Dennis."

Dennis, the business partner: "Ngh...y-you know...my name...?"

Ellis: "Well, it is fundamental to know the names, family structure, assets, and backgrounds of the people you are dealing with."

Ellis: "So Mr. Dennis was threatened by Mr. Wilson and had dangerous drugs hidden in this storage unit."

Dennis: "H-How did you know......?"

Wilson: "You idiot! Don't admit to that!"

Jude: "You use our warehouse as a storage facility for your goods, and then started make money selling drugs to criminals coming out of prison...."

Jude: "And in the end, when you get caught, you can say 'Jude Jazza was behind it all' and frame me to get revenge."

Wilson: "----That's right! This was all for revenge against you!"

Wilson: "Tomorrow we will start dealing with the prisoners, and we have already sold the information to a newspaper."

Wilson: "It is impossible to move all these goods in this warehouse now. You're finished....Hahahahaha!!!"

Jude: "Do you really enjoy wasting all your time doing shit that doesn't make sense?"

Jude: "You screwed up by doing business with dangerous people and now you can't go back. You're so pathetic."

Wilson: "Hmph, let's see who's going to look pathetic now...."

Dennis: "H-Hey...!?"

Wilson: "Shut up! Can't you see I'm talking!?"

Dennis: "The drugs...they're not here..."

Wilson: "What..!?"

Ellis: "Sorry. I knew you went into debt to buy those drugs...."

Ellis: "But I got rid of everything."

Wilson: "W-What....!? No...you're lying!! You're lying!.....When did you..?"

Jude: "Aren't your guests coming tomorrow? I wonder what you're going to feed them."

Wilson: "You...youuuuu!!"

Ellis: "Ah, he's coming at us."

Jude: "A small fry move."

Ellis: "What should I do? Do you want me to knock him down unconscious?"

Jude: "That won't be necessary."

Wilson, with his fist still swinging, rammed it into Jude's upraised leg.

Wilson: "Ughh!!"

Jude: "Dennis, buying and selling drugs and people is not allowed. I wrote that on the contract...did you not notice? ....Oh"

Jude: "Or were you just scared of this cowardly bastard and looked the other way?"

Wilson: "If only you weren't here...!"

Jude: "You don't know how many people's lives could be ended by what you were trying to do and getting your hands dirty for someone like this."

Jude: "Besides, a scum like this who thinks I'm the only one who gets to have a good meal, while someone else can do the stabbing..."

Jude: "If you're going to be my slave for the rest of your life, why don't you help me before some junkie ex-convict tells on you?"

A few minutes later, after apologising and begging for his life, Wilson's face clearly marked with shoe prints.

Ellis: "Mr. Dennis is now a slave to Jude too because he violated his contract."

Dennis: "Nn...I-I-If you...let me go from....Wilson, I will follow you for the rest of my life...."

Ellis: "Ah, is that tears of joy?"

Jude: "Disgusting."

Jude: "So...when are you guys coming out?"

Alphonse: "Oh, did you notice us already?"

Liam: "Sooo, the person lying there has a grudge against Jude."

Liam: "You mean he was trying to trick this guy into making a dangerous deal here at the warehouse?"

Ellis: "Yep. Jude's got lot of grudges here and there. So this is an everyday thing."

Harrison: "Then, you turn down tonight's mission and acting suspiciously at night was because...."

Jude: "We're going to be busy with our mission from now, so I just took care of these troublesome guys first."

Ellis: "The man that Mr. Wilson was trying to make a deal with to frame Jude....."

Ellis: "They're former nobles who drugged and imprisoned the people they kidnapped..."

Ellis: "I think he was trying to re-offend once he got the drugs from Mr. Wilson."

Alphonse: "That's so evil, isn't it?"

Jude: "I'll do whatever the Crown duty I have to do once I'm done with these criminal scums I've been fishing for."

Jude: "They'd easily come back to this place. That time I'll show those little shits what hell is like."

Harrison: "Do you have any personal grudge against him.....?"

Ellis: "Nope. I think he simply doesn't like him."

Jude: "If this is a Crown mission, it's okay to torture these guys, right?"

Jude: "A hobby to torment corrupt aristocrats but you get paid for it. Sounds like a satisfying job."

Liam: "Wow.....that's nasty."

Alphonse: "I feel like Mr. Jude is born to be a member of the Crown."

Harrison: "......Oddly enough, that's the conclusion of our report."

Ellis: "What report?"

Harrison: "Nevermind."

-----After that, the report was completed by Harrison and was successfully submitted to Victor.

Jude: "I had a hunch, something was going on.....but it still sounds stupid."

Victor: "Looks like it's a success!!"

Harrison: "There is....still one thing that is a mystery."

William: "What is it?"

Harrison: "Why is Ellis hanging out with Jude?"

Harrison: "He doesn't seem like he's being blackmailed...."

Jude: "Hey."

Liam: "Indeed, I don't even think they're on the same page."

Ellis: ".....That's because of the promise."

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XIX. GRIEF

SPARE PARTS: a series (19/20)

NEW YORK, NEW YORK

(W) strong language, implant-protected sex, a chapter that’s probably gonna have u all screaming at me lol…

THIRD PERSON’S POV

“Oh, fuck, yes. Right there.”

“There?”

“Yeah, shit. Don’t stop.”

“Hittin’ your spot, huh?” Harry lifts Charlie’s leg higher, pressing a kiss to her ankle, not giving up on his merciless strokes in her cunt. “Feel good, baby?”

“Feels so good,” Charlie cries, eyes squeezed shut as her fingers grip the sheets, the pillows, him, anything till they blanch.

The headboard bangs against the wall till paint is practically flaking away, the pillows they placed there in an attempt to be kind to their neighbour (Liam) long gone. A quick one, he promised, when he showed up at her door all hot and bothered and needy.

“Just your mouth,” he had said. “That’s all I need, please.”

Cut to the birds chirping outside and the sun slivering its way through the thick curtains and Charlie still writhing around his cock. Sweat shone on both of their tired bodies, round three showing in the bruises that already developed on her breasts and his hips and their necks.

But just they couldn’t stop. It’s like their bodies knew this was the last show of tour and soon they wouldn’t have the ability to just wander down the hallway or step across the small bunk space. Soon, they’d have to arrange time. They’d have to drive, or Uber, or walk.

Which, sure, is just a normal working relationship – but when you’ve been within armsreach of each other for six months, it feels like you were preparing to be miles away.

“Come on, Char, I know you can give me another,” Harry pounds into her, thumb swiping over her sensitive clit, “just one more, please, baby.” The sensitivity is so deliciously painful it’s nearly too much, but his words, that nickname, has her teetering over the edge.

She pulls him down just before coming for the nth time, wanting to feel him against her. Sticky chest against sticky chest, hands raking through his knotted hair, lips panting against one another. She wraps her legs around his hips, pushing him deeper and forcing him to hold his arms on either side of her, biceps aching in near agony at this point.

As she orgasms, pussy clenching around his throbbing dick, Harry comes too, moaning the loudest he has all night into her neck as his back muscles pulse with his hips. Sharp gasps fill the room as he collapses on top of her, unmoving while she softly scratches his spine, fingers running over the pre-existing red marks.

“Fuck,” Harry breathes in a way that has Charlie considering round four. “That was incredible, baby.”

Charlie grins, craning her neck to see his tired eyes through the hair she’s working to finger-comb.

“You’re a big fan of that one, huh?”

“Baby?”

“Mm.”

He presses a lazy kiss to her shoulder before pushing himself up and pulling out, both of them wincing but feeling a smidge of relief. Maybe five plus orgasms is a little too much for one night.

“You said you liked it.” Harry answers simply, chastely kissing her lips before heaving himself from the sweaty sheets. “Wait here.”

“Not going anywhere.” Charlie jokes, stretching on the sheets, the promise of sleep already settling her into a heavy pile of bleh.

The duvet was long gone, thrown onto the floor in the midst of it all, and there was only one pillow left on the bed. While Harry steps into the bathroom, Charlie starts to recollect the bed, struggling with the ones that fell behind the headboard but managing with weak limbs and an exhausted huff.

Returning with boxers on and a damp cloth in hand, Harry sits at the edge of the bed and bends Charlie’s knees to clean her. She just watches him, half as a distraction from the sting of the cloth against her sensitive groin, but mostly in awe. He concentrates so hard on being gentle, it’s hard to remember a time when she was running from his room before he could even come back to bed.

“I love you.”

The words just slip out, much like Harry’s confession those weeks ago. Harry pauses everything, taking a minute before looking up at Charlie. Her heart is going a mile a minute, not having meant to say the words, but her exterior is completely calm.

(Probably a little fucked out, but calm nonetheless.)

“You mean it?” He whispers. Charlie smiles, sitting up.

“I didn’t even think about saying it,” she carefully straddles his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Harry looks at her like she just gifted him the moon.

Charlie leans down, nudging the tip of her nose against his. His hands come to her hips, warm palms soothing sore muscles as he rubs them round to the small of her back.

“You love me?” He asks again, seemingly in utter disbelief.

“I love you.” She repeats. He grins.

“You what? Sorry, my hearing’s not great.”

Charlie rolls her eyes. “Still fucking insufferable.”

“If that’s the case I can just–” he goes to move her off him, but she grips his nape.

“I love you.” She blurts out, entirely too comfy to be shifted.

Harry grins even wider, cheeks aching already.

“You love me.” He says, more to himself than anything.

Charlie feels slightly completely terrified, but she nods.

She loves him.

“You did also just make me come like, a million times, which might have something to do with it.” She leans back, tilting her head, soft teasing smile on her lips.

“Mhm,” Harry pushes her messy hair back, “yeah, that does make more sense.”

Charlie sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, really about ready to start round four with the way Harry looks at her. “Are you going to kiss me or–”

Charlie doesn’t even have to finish that sentence before Harry’s lips are on hers, slow and firm, like he’s kissing her for both the first and last time. Like he’s savouring the taste of those words – those three, delicious words – from her tongue.

Charlie tries to grind on him, but instantly winces at the bolt of pain caused by the simple action. Harry chuckles against her mouth, pecking the corner of her lips.

“Did you just really try for another go around?”

Charlie shrugs, “I’m ambitious.”

Harry rolls his eyes playfully. “Later. Right now, we need to sleep.”

“Shit, right. We have a show today,” Charlie remembers.

And not just any show. Madison fucking Square Garden.

“What time is it?” Charlie asks, climbing off of his lap. Harry stands to grab her some pyjamas, checking the time on his phone as he does.

She’s going to flip, he thinks.

“We have a few hours.”

“Harry, what time is it?” She repeats, stepping into the cotton shorts and shirt he passes her. He then hesitantly shows her his phone, eliciting a gasp. A little dramatic, if you ask him.

“6AM? Harry, you came over at twelve! Okay, shit,” as Charlie enters panic mode, Harry crawls into bed, stealing one of her hair ties (unnoticeably). “I need to pee, and then we need to be at MSG for two, but Amelia wanted costume fittings at twelve, and then Paula wanted us to go over– Harry, are you fucking kidding me right now?”

Harry, who was not fucking kidding her, was on his side of the bed, eyes closed and moments away from blissful sleep. He grumbled what he considered to be a response, opening his arms out on the mattress.

“Harry.” She snaps again, not wanting to be alone in her panic. Mostly because it was his fault she’d have, like, an hour of recharge-time.

“Jus’ go pee,” Harry mumbles, sleep already dangerously close, “then come to bed. They can’t do it without us, anyway.” His sentence trails into nothingness, and as much as Charlie hates to admit it, her chest leaps a little at the way his swollen lips fall into a snore the moment silence falls onto the room.

“I like waking up next to you.”

Harry kisses sweetly beneath her ear, large hands roaming the warm skin beneath her shirt. Charlie hums something that was supposed to be agreement, reaching behind her to cup the back of his neck. The room is still dark, and for a moment, she had completely forgotten where they were. It was just Harry, and his lips marking her neck in lazy, chaste pecks.

“Shit!”

Like I said, momentarily.

“Shit, Harry, what time is it?”

Charlie shoots out of bed, stumbling on the hotel slippers by the bed in a scrambled effort to find her phone. He sits up, entirely too casual about the whole thing, yawning and stretching before even bothering to look at the time.

“Twelve.” He sinks back into the mattress, pulling the sheets to his neck.

The sheets which Charlie promptly strips away.

“Which means we’re late,” she brushes away Harry’s protests and effort to steal the sheets back for rushing to the bathroom to brush her teeth. “Amelia’s gonna kill us.” Charlie mumbles, messily tying her hair up before shoving entirely too much toothpaste into her mouth.

“Charlie, baby,” Harry slowly pads out of bed, stretching as he makes his way behind her in the ensuite, “I’ve been late to every single thing ever, and I’m fine,” he ignores the glare she shoots him in the mirror, bending down to kiss her jaw.

“Go back to your room,” Charlie muffles around her toothbrush, spitting the paste into the sink before continuing her scolding, “and clean up.”

“Okay, mum.” Harry tries to joke. Big mistake.

He holds his palms up, raising his brows.

“Not a morning person, I get it.” A small smirk etches its way onto his lips at the pure ferocity Charlie’s staring at him with. If looks could kill he’d be out cold, but unfortunuately for Charlie, it’s only turning him on. A little.

(A lot).

“Sorry,” he mumbles against her skin, kissing her neck. Charlie sighs, falling back into his torso, letting him glide his lips along her throat, even letting him turn her around and attach their mouths – toothbrush still in her hand.

But, no. Shit.

“Mkay,” Charlie shoves him away, keeping him at arms reach. This man is way too easy to sink into. “No. Go.”

“Can I at least pee first?” He grins, dipping his head to kiss her neck. Again.

“Yes.” Charlie musters all the strength in the world to slink out of the cage he’d made around her and the basin, even taking her toothbrush with her into the main room. Harry tries not to laugh at her, or call her adorable. “Be quick.” She nods, twirling around so she doesn’t have to look into the eyes of temptation again.

Harry chuckles as he closes the door, leaving Charlie to throw her toothbrush on the hotel desk and rummage for some sweats. She knew Amelia wouldn’t actually kill them, but Charlie hates being late, and she’s not going to start because of Mr. Tardy himself.

A loud shrill stops her in her tracks. Harry’s phone, buzzing like crazy on the bedside table. She goes to just turn it off so the ringing doesn’t cause a migraine (who has their ringer that loud?) but in seeing the caller ID, panic starts to bubble.

‘C Management.’

She doesn’t know what the C is for, but she sure as Hell knows what management means. Her heart starts to race – it’ll only be a matter of time before Paula tries calling, her, too and if there’s anything Charlie hates more than being late, it’s being reprimanded by management.

It’s only happened a handful of times (mostly from turning up to work still drunk because her friends are just that persuasive) but she’s hated the feeling every time, so – despite knowing it’s probably wrong – she picks up the phone.

“Paula, we’re so sorry. Harry’s just in the bathroom but we’ll be two–”

“Hello?”

That’s not Paula.

A deep voice comes from the other end, making Charlie pique. It’s not a voice she recognises, but then again, she doesn’t know every member of Spare Parts’ management. It could be anyone on their team.

“Sorry, I just assumed you were Paula. We really will be two minutes though.”

“Did I get the right number? Is this Harry Styles?”

Charlie pauses. Right. Because who did she think she was, just answering Harry’s phone like that? Even if it was a member of a team that works for both of them, it’s an invasion of his privacy.

“No, no this is Charlie. I just answered his phone.”

“Charlie…?”

Is this the dude’s first day on the job? “... Greene.”

“Right. Right, well can you let Mr. Styles know we rang?”

Charlie perches on the edge of the unmade bed, glancing at the caller ID again.

“Sorry, I’m just a little confused. Who’s calling?”

“I’m a representative for Rob Stringer at Columbia Records. Mr. Stringer would like to speak to Harry, so if you could just ask him to call back as soon as possible that would be greatly appreciated Miss. Greene.”

Before Charlie could ask anymore questions, the line cut dead.

Rob Stringer? Columbia Records?

None of this was making sense. The band was signed with a completely different label, Charlie had only ever heard of Rob Stringer through articles and conversations she’d had with other musicians in the industry. Why would he be calling Harry?

When Harry emerges from the bathroom, hair now loose and face looking a little brighter, his smile promptly drops at Charlie – sitting on the edge of the bed, the picture of confusion with his phone laying limp in her hands.

“Char?” He questions, snapping her out of her head.

She blinks a few times before standing, holding Harry’s phone up.

“Why is Rob Stringer trying to get a hold of you?”

Her own phone started to ring now, probably someone wondering where the Hell they were, but the tune went unnoticed. Harry’s vision went pale.

“What?” He murmurs.

“Someone from Columbia just rang,” Charlie throws his phone on the bed, “said Rob Stringer wants to talk to you. Seemed to have no idea who I am.”

Harry licks his lips, runs his hand through his hair. Charlie notices how shaky his wrist is. “Harry,” she softens, stepping forward, “what’s going on? You can talk to me.

“I…” Harry’s throat dried so quickly anything more than that was painful.

“You can talk to me,” Charlie repeats, reaching out to his elbow.

“Look, it’s not… I… fuck. I don’t even know how to say it.” Harry pulls away, starting to pace the room. Charlie has no idea what’s going on, but gauging Harry’s reaction is only making her more and more anxious.

“Harry–”

“I signed a contract.” He blurts out, wringing his hands together.

“You… you signed what?”

“It was months ago, Charlie, you have to understand it was a completely different time and I–”

“Harry, you signed a contact to do what?” Charlie can probably guess at this point, but she needs to hear it from him. She prays she’s jumping to conclusions, that it’s some weird prank, that she’s still dreaming.

Harry hesitates, finding her eyes.

And, barely above a whisper, he explains.

“I’m leaving the band, Charlie.”

Charlie gulps. Inhaling sharply as her palms fly to her hips. She turns, begins to pace as Harry did. He’s leaving the band? He’s leaving the band. He’s… he’s leaving?

“Baby–”

“No.” Charlie promptly cuts him off. She needs silence for a minute.

But silence isn’t getting her anywhere. It’s not answering any of the one million questions boomeranging around her head, it’s just making everything louder. Why would he leave the band? When did he sign the contact? Why would he lie?

“Can I explain, please?”

Harry’s a bundle of desperation, his chest rising and falling in quick bursts of panic.

Charlie contemplates it. She could either ignore him completely, or get answers.

Neither sounds fun, but she knows what’s right.

“Speak.” She spits, the hazy warmth of their morning together chilling.

“Months ago, before the album even came out, they approached me. I never even considered leaving, and at first I flat out refused, but then… I don’t know. I realised I wasn’t writing what I wanted to write because I had to run it past four other people first, and that whilst I love the band, I can’t stay in one place because of fucking friendship.”

“Friendship? Jesus, Harry, it’s more than that. We’re… we’ve all… we did this together. From the start. You can’t just leave.”

Denial.

“I know, but I didn’t know until they offered me a solo contract how much I’d want that. Complete creative freedom, performing where I want how I want, being able to control when I want to put music out. It’s all just…”

“Better?” Charlie finishes his sentence. Harry winces at her bitterness.

But she wasn’t wrong.

“Wait,” Charlie pinches her brows, “before the album came out?”

Harry swallows thickly, and nods.

“You…” Charlie breathes out in disbelief. “You had this lined up last year? You knew… you knew you were about to fuck us over and you’ve kept to yourself for a year?”

“I’m not fucking you over–”

“Of course you are! How are we supposed to do this without you?”

Anger.

“What are you talking about? You’re more than capable without me, I barely even contributed to this album–”

“They love you, Harry. I see them when we’re on stage. They watch you, they don’t give a shit about us. If you leave, you take them with you. You realise that, right?”

“That’s not true.”

Charlie paces again. “God, this whole time. This whole tour! What was the plan? To tour the world with us for half a year then just fuck off? Were you even planning on telling us?”

“Yes, Jesus, I just… things got complicated. It got harder and harder to say it.”

“You made things complicated. You– oh my God. You made me love you, Harry. Do you know how fucking sick and twisted that is? What did you think was going to happen? You were going to leave and we were going to just have a normal relationship?”

“I don’t know! I signed the contract while you still hated my fucking guts, Charlie. I didn’t think you’d give a shit.”

“Of course I’d give a shit! We need you, I need you.”

“You didn’t need me–”

“I’ve always needed you. And you just… God. You just don’t think!”

“I know! I know, and I’m sorry, and I can never stop being sorry but I couldn’t do this forever. I couldn’t sing songs I don’t like, I couldn’t put out music I didn’t even write, and I couldn’t sit back and watch you hate me. Leaving felt like my only option.”

“And now?”

Heaving breaths from the first screaming match they’ve had in months fills the space between them. Harry’s eyes are brimming with tears that refuse to fall, whilst Charlie fights against that lump in her throat. She can’t cry here, in front of him.

“I’m still leaving, Charlie.”

The lump wins.

“You could have told me.”

“I couldn’t have.” Harry whispers, tears betraying him, too.

“Why not? You’re supposed to love me, you’re not supposed to lie to me.”

“You would have left me, Charlie.”

Charlie sniffs, pressing the heel of her palm to her eyes. All Harry wants to do is step forward and wipe her tears, to hold her in his arms and make it all go away.

“Why are you leaving?” Charlie sobs.

“I told you–”

“I love you now. You don’t have to sit and watch me hate you anymore. A-and we can talk to Paula, get you more fuckin’ creative freedom. We can play different shows, y’know. Different venues.”

Bargaining.

“Charlie,” Harry steps forward, gingerly bringing his hands to her arms, “I can’t stay. I wish I could have gone about it differently, but I don’t regret signing that contract.”

The way Charlie looks at him like he just ripped out her heart is making him regret it, just a tiny bit.

“At all?”

Harry sniffs, and shakes his head.

“Fine.” Charlie looks down, stepping out of his touch. “Not a problem.”

Acceptance.

“Charlie?”

“I’d like you to get out of my room, please.”

“Charlie–”

“Get out of my room.”

“Charlie please–”

“I’m not repeating myself for a third fucking time,” Charlie sets her jaw.

Harry listens. And he leaves.

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kunikame · 1 year

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in another life. - w. j. moriarty

just a lil something that's been in the drafts for a while now.... 😇

warnings : mtp anime end + manga spoilers, cussing, stabbing & other mentions of killing/violence, sherlock is called a bastard twice (2 times), reader is called "beautiful" once (1) but no pronouns otherwise, ignore the "- divider -" it wont let me add the pic for some reason

w/c : 1671

maybe it was the way he carried himself, or maybe it was his selfless nature; you never knew the exact reason why you fell for the crime lord in disguise. it just.. happened.

you wouldn’t call it effortless, but you can’t call it hard either. loving william might have always been easy, but loving him never was.

loving william in a physical way was horribly hard. he was always overworked and tired– or working– and most importantly, on his merry way to rid england of the corrupt nobles. he was doing a great thing, you told yourself (the ‘but the wrong way’ remained unsaid, as always), and you couldn’t wait to see the nation become one he’s always dreamt of. a place where people feel safe, and, most importantly, equal.

only, you wanted to see it with him by your side.

yet as your eyes follow his figure and that of the accursed detective he’s grown so fond of– sherlock holmes, the bastard, that should be you– falling into the thames river, you realize that maybe, maybe he hasn’t told you the extent to how far he’s willing to go for this nation. maybe you were too naive, maybe you missed the signs, or maybe he simply didn’t trust you enough to tell you about his plans. now you’ll never know.

you remember one time you overheard the brothers arguing, liam saying “you don’t know what it’s like walking alone every step of the way” then apologizing right after, only to be met with silence. a few moments passed and you heard louis reply “you don’t know what it’s like either, brother. we started this journey together and have walked the path together, as a team. it’s only the destination you insist on reaching alone,” and now you realize, maybe you should’ve inquired about the meaning behind his words.

except, you didn’t. you thought if it’s something important, liam will tell you sooner or later. spoiler alert, he didn’t.

now all you feel is the betrayal settling in your heart because while everyone else knew, they never thought about telling you. no “oh hey, by the way, your boyfriend is going to sacrifice himself soon, but no worries we got sherlock on the job”– a plan which backfired since both of them jumped– nothing. what hurt the most was not even liam thought to tell you.

and here comes the guilt baring its teeth, biting into your heart and lungs and suddenly you can no longer breathe or hear anything other than the ringing in your ears– you never even got to say goodbye. he was just going to die without saying anything. he just.. left you there.

when you saw their bodies splash into the river you felt like a part of yourself drowned with them. with him.

the days after the incident were a blur. you don't quite remember anything through a whole month after they jumped. everyone around you slowly realized you knew nothing of the plan. albert couldn't talk to you about it very long as he got locked up. moran disappeared off the face of the earth soon after. all you had were fred, james and louis, and perhaps they were all you needed. every step of the way, they stood by your side.

you were a team after all. since your younger days. there were more of you back then, but, maybe the 4 of you could go on until you reunite with albert– and hopefully moran– somewhere down the path.

3 months. 3 months have passed.

days turned into weeks, weeks into months.

you missed william dearly each day, but you are not as depressed as you were anymore. louis has been made leader of m16, albert was still sitting in his cell, moran was still missing and fred was tending to his flowers. some things just don't change, you chuckled.

thanks to louis' new position you had responsibilities and jobs to carry out again. you'd say it's with less people but that would be a lie. herder has finally wormed his way into the actual missions– technically.

things start getting crazy from there. 1st a mission regarding moran, next a briefing with the older holmes, next the younger one– the absolute bastard– shows up. without william.

you take a step back– maybe you weren't over it after all, but if you stabbed him right now mycroft would kill you. louis verbalized the thoughts you all had, ".. that day, you fell down the river thames with brother william.. and now, you're the only one standing in front of us like this. can you.. please explain?"

sherlock goes to tell the story of how he awakened on a boat heading for america with bandages all over him and william both. met a guy called henry (also known as billy the kid, apparently), who was the one to patch them up and watch over them and blah blah blah– you stopped paying attention halfway. you only zoned in when he mentioned the blond.

".. i got a telegram from liam; 'help m16 for me' he said. and that's how i ended up back in london, in secret."

when you opened your mouth to speak, fred stole the words right out of your mouth, "mr. william is .."

it hit you then. not like a punch in the face, more like a direct run in with a truck. he didn't die. he's.. he's not dead. he's alive. for the love of god, he's alive.

uncontrollable tears were streaming down your cheeks. it wasn't just a dream, wasn't just something you made yourself believe to cope with his 'betrayal'. it's real. he's alive.

the room broke out in chaos once the news registered in herder's brain. he reminded fred of his new roses, and you of your one wish coming true– it didn't last long however, as louis got right back to the point of the briefing.

"you really are just like liam."

"mr. holmes, may i have a moment?"

you couldn't help yourself, you rushed to the door after it closed behind the 2 men.

".. thank you. for that time.. and all the way until now, for not forsaking my brother.. for saving his life.. from the bottom of my heart, thank you."

william and albert went around greeting everyone in order. you stepped away and chose to gaze out the huge window while you waited. eventually, you were the only one left.

you smiled softly then; you can imagine how much those words meant to louis. they were true, though.

- divider -

yet another mission is over, and now moran is back among your little no-longer-criminal-organization group. it took fred almost being shot, a poker card from william, and a lot of convincing, but he's home. you're back to bickering and teasing each other, just like old times.

barely 2 days later, william and albert showed up, sending the tea cup fred was holding shattering. the idea of letting the 3 brothers have their reunion first was a collective agreement so you pushed louis into the hallway and shut the door softly.

with a soft sigh, you avoided listening in on their conversation this time (much unlike the other occupants of the room; specifically herder, who went tumbling the moment the door opened).

taking the cue, the others slowly filed out of the room, leaving only you and william, who was staring at your back intently.

"you have an eyepatch now i see," you said, turning to face him.

the sun behind you illuminated your figure just right. you looked exactly like an angel would. maybe this a sign, he thinks.

"i do indeed. you've grown even more beautiful than i remember."

"flattery will get you nowhere, pretty boy," you sighed, "why didn't you tell me?"

"i couldn't, i'm sorry. you looked so happy. i couldn't bring myself to ruin it for you. for us. i thought, in the end, if i shouldered the responsibility myself, maybe you'd realize i was a monster all along. tainted, with hands covered in blood. i didn't deserve to hold you, love you, the way i was."

"you're very wrong about that. you were, are, and will always be the most beautiful and selfless soul i know– even if that whole bridge jump scene was very selfish, if i do say so myself," you move closer to him to cup his cheeks (still as soft as you remember, though slightly more bony) and caress them softly, "you deserve everything and more, liam. if the stars would make you happy i'd go and pick some for you. you should've talked to me, relied on me a little more. i thought we were a team, an unstoppable duo, you know? i can't be a duo on my own; neither can you."

"i know now. i'm sorry. are you still mad?"

you looked at him as if he hung the sun and stars himself and he believes he has an answer to that question, "i'm not mad at you. i can't be. i love you too much for that."

the love in your eyes is mirrored in his vermillion one, the burning intensity of it almost swallowing you up like the flames in a burning building, yet the warmth is friendlier– gentler – the last rays of a summer sunset by the ocean.

"never do anything like that ever again, alright blondie? promise me."

"i promise."

you remove your hand from his cheek, placing it in the small space between you and raise an eyebrow in amusement, "do you pinky promise?"

he can only chuckle and hook his pinky with yours, "i pinky promise."

the deal is sealed with a kiss filled with 3 years worth of words and emotions left unsaid.

perhaps it was meant to be like this. is this what "in another life" means? most likely not, yet still. he's a new person and so are you. your lives are not what they used to be.

maybe this is your "another life".

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siren-serenity · 11 months

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worth it all 🌈

to you, there was nobody else in the world that was as deserving as love as liam. even if it took centuries, you'll do your best to make sure he remembers. because he's worth it all

characters: liam/006, gn!reader warnings: angst, heavy self-de-appreciation/self-hate, slight spoiler for teenage mercenary??? a/n: - goodness gracious- nothing in the teenage mercenary tags?? the audacity- - repeat after me: 006/LIAM IS FUCKING GORGEOUS!!! LOOK AT HIM!! THE BABYGIRL- MY HEART 🥰😍

there was no way this was happening to 006. he didn't deserve any of this and yet here you are, kneeling for him, with a smile for him and only him. the sunlight from the window behind you lit up your hair and made a make-shift halo around your hair. fitting - a halo for an angel like you, an angel that he, with bloodstains staining his soul and sins weighing him down, did not deserve.

you lifted your hands and gently rested it on his thighs. 006 let out a deep breath he didn't know he had been holding in, and your eyebrows furrowed.

"if it's too much, i'll just-"

your voice died in your throat as 006 quickly took hold of your hands, his fingers gripping onto yours as if you were his lifeline.

"no!" he surprised himself with the yell. "i-i mean...yes, i can handle it. i'll make myself. i promise!"

your eyes closed and you moved to pull your fingers away from him. 006's eyes watered embarrassingly enough; was this it? the sign that you got fed-up from him? his breath hitched.

"my liam," you murmured and something fluttered in his stone heart. he felt as if he was a teenager, just about to face the world for the first time. there was something about you saying his name, his real name and not the one that the camp gave him. "liam, it's okay. don't force yourself."

you moved to sit next to him, your gestures slow and your body language showing that you were truthful about your words. you faced him, gently cradling his sharp-chiseled face in your palms. 006 closed his eyes at the warmth your hands emitted and enjoyed the simplicity of your actions.

"we'll take it slow however you want. we'll adjust the boundaries to whatever you need. we'll solve our problems together. the weight of the world will rest on our shoulders," you breathed out. 006 felt the burning behind his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows.

w-what was this feeling? there was a burning feeling in his eyes, a choking feeling in his throat, his fingers shook, and he felt a heaviness on his chest. he had never felt this before...

"no matter where you are, whatever you become, and whenever you need someone, just call me," your thumb brushed across his lips and his eyes opened, exposing their pale blue beauty. unshed tears glittered under the sunlight. "i will be there for you. always."

"why are you so nice to me?" 006 blurted out. he gripped onto the hands cradling his chin, not noticing how they shook. he ignored the way his voice trembled. "why are you so kind? so love? i don't understand! i don't deserve any of this! not after what i did to so many innocents..."

006 let out a heavy sob and the tears started flowing. you leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours and synchronizing your breathes together.

"you didn't want to do any of that, did you, liam?"

he shook his head; blond strands of hair flicked left and right. "no! they were innocents and i never wanted to k-kill any of them!"

you smiled and 006's heart stopped.

"then you deserve it. you're innocent," you pressed a kiss onto each of his shaking hands. "the camp is guilty. their blood is not on your hands."

"i'm i-innocent?" 006 whispered.

you nodded. "and you're worth all the love in the world."

006- no, liam gave you a broken smile. he tried hard to wipe away the tear tracks on his face, laughing slightly as the tears just kept flowing but kept giving you that heart-stopping broken smile that made your soul glow warmly.

it made your heart lighten because it wasn't stained. no, stains are hard to wipe away and fix into something brand new. they are permanent, eternal. but broken pieces can always heal. they can always be glued together and you would be the glue to heal liam together again.

because he's worth it all

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