#they met and still there were obstacles to overcome

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DANCE BETTER — MINHO.

pairing: minho x reader(afab) genre: dancer au!minho, enemies to lovers, smut, NSFW warnings: sub!minho, dom!reader, kinda touch starved minho, oral (f. receiving), handjob, praising, degrading, dirty talk, use of “slut”, “kitten”, “whore”; fingering, cumming untouched, mean minho in the beginning a/n: i decided to expand the scenario that i’ve written for this ask. enjoy!

dancing has always been a big part of your life. you danced since you could remember and it was the only part of your life that has “always been there” and brought you comfort.

after moving to soul and completing your biggest dream, the first thing that you did was sign up for a dance studio. it looked pretty fun, judging by the text on the brochure. unlike most dance studios in soul, this one had couples dancing. you have never tried this before, so you were very thrilled with the idea of new couples choreo you’d learn.

until you met minho. this guy has been a regular dancer in the studio for quite a long time. you didn’t get along from the beginning. it was honestly still a secret to you why exactly you didn’t get along. he seemed like a pretty chill guy, but with you he always seemed to turn into an asshole.

maybe it was your dancing skills, that finally put him into challenge. he was the best in the group, until you showed up. maybe it was his strategy - to bully you, until you give up and leave. but you were not one of the weak, you were not planning on giving up.

months went by and your dance teacher has acknowledged your skills. to everyone’s surprise, she paired you with minho. your partner at the time was the sweetest guy you’ve ever met. yes, he was a bit slow with learning new choreo and overall he lacked some skill, but honestly, you’d rather be paired with someone who lacks skill than with a man-child.

it quickly evolved into a fight for the title of the best, but now it was inside the pair. you gave your fullest in every practice. you didn’t want to slack off even for one moment. because you knew - the second you relaxed, minho’d leave a harsh comment about your poor dancing skills and that he needed to change his partner immediately.

his verbal bullying evolved as well and turned into putting pranks on you. at his very grown age, he still did some stupid shit, like tying your shoelaces on both sneakers between each other while you were not looking, making you fall afterwards. but you became used to it. you treated it as some sort of challenge that you need to overcome. dancing was no longer there to relieve stress and be your safe space - it became a battleground.

but it wasn’t just minho you were fighting with. your dance teacher didn’t help either. you were used to bullying and you could handle every prank that minho did on you. what you couldn’t handle though, was the sexy choreo that your dance teacher loved to put on. for some reason, she thought that getting random people who interact with each other only during dance practice, to learn the sexiest and most seductive choreography ever was a good idea. every time it became more naughty and awkward for you and minho.

it was your usual thursday after work hours, meaning you were gonna spend time in the company of minho and other people who treat you as an obstacle that needs to be overcome. to be honest with yourself, thoughts about quitting have been coming to you more often these days.

you wouldn’t lie that the new choreo played a big part in your thoughts about quitting. this time it was one particular movement that you refused to do at first. standing in front of your dance partner, you had to roll your hips in circle movement, almost touching your partner’s crotch, while he held you by the waist. awkward? yes. uncomfortable? obviously. too little words to describe your feelings.

you didn’t know, if minho felt the same way, but he never complained once, while you talked to the dance teacher several times about this move. the only response you got was that you need to grow up and it’s just dancing, not fucking. of course.

“one-two-three-four!” dance teacher was counting down, while whole group was repeating that particular part of the choreo once again. “one-two-three-four!”

you circled your hips, feeling minho’s hands on your waist. he didn’t look at you once, while you were repeating this part for the past few minutes - you could see him looking to the side in the mirror.

that’s how he usually behaved - ignored your existence, talked to you only when it was really needed. it was like you were not even there for him.

“good! a couple more times and we’ll move to the next part! let’s repeat that with previous moves and add this at the end! with music now!”

everyone nodded. it was a relief being able to finally go through choreo with music.

following the tempo, you began to do long-learned movements. minho gave you his hand at the right moment, spun you around in place, then turned you to face the mirror, preparing you for the next part of the choreo.

“one-two-three-four!” counting began again, echoing through the walls of the studio.

as always, you put all your passion into the movements. you were precise in the placement of your arms and legs, not wanting to be inferior to minho in anything.

“now the hip part! one-two-three-four!”

you rolled your hips at the count, maybe too passionately, carried on with the thought of beating minho in this unspoken dance battle, cause you forgot that the distance between your ass and minho’s crotch was too little to begin with. it was a soft sigh that reached your ears, causing you to stop your movements.

your eyes widened in surprise. you looked in the mirror, making eye contact with minho, but he broke it almost immediately, looking away, hands still on your waist.

did you really just hear that or was it your imagination?

“cmon, girls! i want you to be passionate about this dance! look at y/n and minho, they always give their best, even if choreography seems “too sexy”, as you all say.”

right. too sexy.

“okay, let’s go through this once again, but now i wanna see a good hip movement, girls!” teacher clapped her hands and put the music back on.

you were trembling, but you couldn’t figure out the source of it - fear or anticipation? because of the constant fighting between the two of you, you’ve never had a change to look at minho in this way. and objectively, he was an attractive guy - veiny hands, big muscular thighs and heart-shaped lips. you bet he had abs too, but you’ve never seen his stomach. for some reason, he hid it and wore only oversized t-shirts.

the thought of touching his crotch with your hips again sent chills down your spine. you had to feel him again.

following the countdown, you let your hips circle a little bit wider, making it seems like an accident again. as soon as you felt your ass slightly brush against minho’s crotch, you heard a quiet whimper. the fact that you could hear it over the blasting music made you aware that minho was not holding back. his grip on your waist tightened, as you saw him close his eyes through the mirror.

oh, he was having a boner for sure.

the realization made your pussy throb. you felt yourself getting wet, panties started to soak with your arousal.

this minho? the same minho who constantly bullied you ever since you took your first step into the studio. the same minho who pulled pranks on you and got on your nerves. the same minho who was currently having a boner, because you rubbed your hips against him.

you thought you were dreaming.

without any thinking, driven by pure lust, you scooted closed to minho and brushed your hips against his bulge, but now with more pressure. the sigh that he let out tightened the knot in your stomach. you had no idea where you were going with this, but the sounds this man was making were driving you crazy. thankfully, the teacher was giving harsh comments to the back line, so you had plenty of time to yourselves.

like a cat in heat, you leaned against minho again, leaving no room between your bodies and pressed your ass right into his boner. he responded so readily, whining out, quietly, brokenly. it sounded so pretty it sent tingles down your spine.

you took a look at his face in the mirror again and smirked. his eyes were shut, eyebrows slightly raised and he looked almost helpless as he breathed heavily. the scene was endearing. you would never have thought that you’d see your main rival in such a state.

his boner was obvious now. you could feel him behind you, throbbing in his sweatpants. but for some unknown reason, he was still not grinding against you. he was not doing nothing to prevent your moves against his boner, but he himself was not moving at all, as a matter of fact. his breathing was becoming heavier with every grind of your hips, little puffs of air hitting the back of your neck, his hands twitching on your waist.

it felt amazing. you’ve got yourself so worked up by just grinding against him. his breathing was tickling your neck and you were biting your lip to hide your own moans.

“alright! back to where we left off!” the voice of your teacher was so sudden it made you jump.

oh, how were you gonna be able to keep dancing like this? your panties were so soaked they were leaking through your sweatpants. minho’s face was slightly red. he probably felt even more uncomfortable than you with a throbbing dick between his legs. this problem needed to be sorted out now.

“sorry! i need a quick bathroom break!” you came up with the dumbest excuse and rushed out of the studio hoping that minho would have enough brain cells to understand and follow you along.

the cold air in the hallway helped you get back to your senses a little. there was a layer of sweat on your forehead and it wasn't because of the dance - minho made you feel this way. so now you were standing in the middle of the hallway with your thighs trembling out of nervousness. what will he do? flip you against the wall and say dirty things in your ear? be rough with you and leave read marks on your ass? you couldn’t keep calm while waiting for him.

seconds passed, but minho didn't show up. you decided to take it as a sign of refusal and were about to return to the studio and continue dancing as if nothing had ever happened. but as soon as you put your hand on the door handle, the door swung open and minho literally flew into you, almost knocking you down.

“oh shit! sorry!” he grabbed you by waist, keeping you in place. your eyes collided.

did he just apologize?

never in your life did you think that you’d be able to hear minho saying these words to you in all seriousness.

“it’s… fine. don’t worry. i thought you weren’t coming, so…” suddenly you felt awkward. you were talking to minho like this? in private?

“ah, she made me show some moves again, cause these idiots still can’t remember shit.” minho chuckled, looking at you searchingly under half-closed eyelids.

sexual tension disappeared, so now it was only two of you in the hallway, looking at each other with questioning looks in the eyes.

he was leaning against the door that went back to the studio, so pinning him right here was not an option - he could have been heard.

you decided to take action slowly, since he was looking at you dumbly, as if he had never touched a woman before. slowly you leaned closer to his lips, brushing yours slightly against his. this simple action made him vocal already.

“shh…” you pulled away, put your fingers on his lips. “if you gonna be so whiny, we have to find another place.”

his nod in response made you chuckle. what happened to the usual asshole that you feared? it seemed like a completely new person was in front of you.

it didn’t take long to find a more private place. locker rooms were free since whole group was currently dancing in the studio.

to your surprise, even now minho continued to act like a shy bitch. his eyes were looking anywhere, but at you. it was honestly adorable and made you horny again.

you took a step closer, pinning him against the wall again as your arms slithered their way to his waist. he gasped when your hips pushed him further against the wall and your knee went between his thighs, parting them apart. a muffled whimper escaped his heart-shaped lips. he couldn’t hold back his low whines, desperation evident through his hard-on that you felt twitch under his pants with each grind of your lower body. you decided not to kiss him yet, even though you craved to feel his soft lips on yours.

instead, you trailed kisses down his neck, while you hand began toying with his crotch. that made minho choke out your name in the most pretty and desperate voice. you hummed against his skin as your lips left slick spots on his neck. minho was already falling apart.

there was not much talking, but you desperately wanted to say something, to degrade him like he did you this whole time.

“so weak for me.” you finally spoke. “what happened to your pride? all gone just because you finally felt some pussy on your dick?”

grin appeared on your face as you heard him moan at your words. his dick was already pulsating in your hand. you could feel it through the fabric. he muttered, trying to get his mind back, which turned blank at your movements.

minho was flustered from head to toe. each rub of your palm was accompanied by a gentle thrust of your hips, and minho couldn't hide the little whimpers that came out of his mouth. you smirked, pressing soft kisses on the corner of his mouth, finally capturing your lips together.

hearing his whimpers against your mouth made you even wetter. his lips were soft as you imagined. he was so cute - falling apart under your touch, but still eager to kiss you, moving his lips along with yours. his legs were trembling in place, still trying to process what was happening.

he made a disgruntled sound, his expression jumped to frustrated when you moved away slightly. feeling the cold surface of the wall against his back was a big contrast to how hot you had made him feel in the blink of an eye.

you had never done anything like this. of course, you had a lot of sex experience, but it was mostly an average sex with some occasional dirty talk from your parter. now it was different. minho made you act like this - so dominating, making him feel like he was yours to touch, and yours only.

feeling the confidence, you slid your hand through his waistband, capturing his throbbing dick in your palm. your quick action made his hips buck up in your fist, eyes widened in surprise.

“looks like someone is about to cum untouched.” you teased, starting to stroke his dick, touching the tip of it with your thumb occasionally.

“please, please, don’t stop-“ he looked at you pleadingly, eyes watering. he needed more.

it struck you how easy it was to get him to beg.

“oh, you look so cute right now.” you cooed at him, freeing his throbbing dick out of his pants. it was swollen and painfully hard, the tip of it red, leaking with precum.

minho was seeing stars already. his body was so sensitive, reacting to your touch in this almost embarrassing way. he had never felt like this before.

“please, don’t tease- just- make me cum-“ his eyes were shut, lips parted, revealing his bunny teeth.

“what makes you think I will make you cum?” you asked him, slowing the pace, but still stroking his hard cock with your hand. 

“b-because I’ve been good-” he stammered hopelessly with his words as he tried not to sound so desperate.

you chuckled. “have you? i only remember you’ve been acting like as asshole to me since the day i saw you.”

“‘m sorry-“ he cried out, soft whimpers leaving his mouth. “‘m so sorry, i will be good now.”

“yeah? is that what you’re saying? that you’ll be a good boy?” 

“yes-s…”

“say it.” you squeezed his dick in your fist, making him choke.

“i’ll be a good boy! i promise! i’ll be good! just please-” oh he was a mess. a whiny, whimpering mess under your touch. your words and your attitude made his dick twitch, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“you like it when i say stuff like that? you like it rough?” the grip on his dick tightened with these words. “oh, you are such a slut, minho. who would’ve thought.”

minho groaned, both frustrated and unbelievably turned on. you looked up at his face. eyes shut, pretty flush covering his cheeks and ears. you wanted this face on your pussy.

“get on your knees.” you commanded, feeling more powerful than ever. this man made you act like this and you were enjoying using him however you liked.

minho froze for a second, but still obeyed, slowly sitting down with his face right next to your pussy.

your hands immediately found a place on his head, bringing him closer to your crotch. minho let out a whine, but allowed his face to be dragged, shivering when he realized how compliant he was.

“can you smell it, kitten? how good you making me feel?” you rubbed your hips on his face.

oh he looked so unbelievably hot sitting on his knees with his cock out of the pants, precum dripping on the floor, face buried in your clothed pussy.

“yes-s-“ minho hummed into you, sending vibrations with his voice.

“that’s a good boy.” you praised, pulling minho closer. “now lick.”

there wasn’t much friction with his actions, but the fact that minho was sitting on his knees with his soaking dick in plain sight, licking your pussy through the sweatpants, almost made you cum.

low groans were coming from his mouth and sending vibrations through your cunt, making you even wetter. you had to stop him now, or you were gonna cum without even feeling his lips on your clit.

“enough.” you pulled him away with your hand. “take this off and get to work.”

minho swallowed. the way your voice was saying these things like it was a natural occasion for you two.

he quickly brought his hands to your waistband, sliding everything down in one motion.

it amazed him how wet you were for him. honestly, he still thought that it’s some sort of prank and you were about to show the hidden camera and laugh at him. it couldn’t connect in his mind, that your pussy was clenching around his mouth, while you were desperately trying to mute your moans.

a whimper left your mouth when his tongue started circling around your clit. you honestly thought you’re about to pass out. damn, this man really knew how to eat pussy.

then, you felt the pad of his index and middle finger sliding right into your slit. you were too soaked to make him take his hands away and beg to touch you, so you just let him finger you.

his fingers kept going in and out, while lips were making out with your clit. small little whines were leaving him at your taste. you couldn’t help, but started whining as well, holding onto his head.

he quickly realized that you had nothing to hold onto besides his head and your thighs were starting to tremble.

“i think you should-“ he pulled away for a second to gently tapped you on your thigh, signaling that you should move closer to the wall.

now that you had more support, your self-confidence was back and dirty talked continued. minho didn’t even wait for your order, immediately attaching his lips back to your cunt.

"you are such a slut, aren't you-" you moaned.

his puffy lips wrapped around your swollen clit as he sucked, pushing his nose against your cunt. he desperately tried to take more than he could possibly handle.

for some reason, he knew exactly how to please you, exactly how to lick and suck on your clit to have you gasping out for air. slipping his tongue all along your folds and lapping at you eagerly, he couldn’t get enough of your taste. it was supposed to be a punishment for him so that he could fuck you later, but it turned out to be a reward. who knew that minho loved eating pussy. you've completely flooded his senses. the only thing he could smell, the only thing he could taste on his tongue was your pussy.

“such a good boy you are.” uncontrollable moans left your mouth as you kept riding his face. “or should i say kitten? slut? whor-“

suddenly a warm, white load spilled over your leg, cutting you off. minho’s lips left your clit as he kept cumming over the floor and your leg. and all of that because you used some dirty talk?

the flush on his face deepened. broad chest heaved with every pant.

“come on.” you gave him a minute to restore breathing, then bringing him back to your pussy by the hair again. “i’m not done with you.” 

he was a little shaky and boneless from coming, but still obeyed, latching his pretty lips back on your pussy.

the image of him cumming under you untouched and spilling his cum all over your leg replayed in your head, helping you reach you climax quickly. you held onto his hair harder, bringing him impossibly closer to your throbbing pussy, riding his face through your orgasm.

your legs trembled as you almost fell down on the floor, but minho’s strong hands held you in place, tongue never leaving you as you kept cumming.

“wow…” you breathed out after finally being done with your orgasm.

minho was still sitting between your thighs, looked like he liked it there.

flush was still all over his face. you didn’t know of what exactly he was ashamed of, but you guessed it was all together. you sat down in front of him and cupped his cheeks, leaving a quick peck on his lips.

“i don’t know how you really feel, but i am just gonna say, that i enjoyed it and we can talk about it later, if you are not ready now.” you looked into his eyes, making your words clear. “there is no need to be ashamed of anything.”

minho didn’t have time to reply. the approaching sounds of voices made it clear that the training was over and your group was heading here.

minho panicked. he was still in the women's locker room, on his knees with a dick hanging out of his pants. the puddle of cum was still underneath you.

in a matter of seconds, he shoved his dick back into his pants and ran to the door. but he was not fast enough, colliding with one of the girls in the doorway.

she didn’t say anything. just let him run out of the room and then shot you the dirty glare. well, apparently everyone has already found out.

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Pile 1

**This could also resonate with you if you have: Cancer, Leo, Pisces, Aquarius, Taurus, Scorpio placements

Who are they?

Your person seems to be someone from your past, with whom you already had a relationship with and it didn’t really work out. They definitely seem to be someone who right now, is only present in your life in your memory and you might be daydreaming about them especially if this relationship has ended recently, or they may not be fully in your life, being a bit in and out. If it hasn’t ended recently, they made an impact on you and you definitely would like to give it another shot with them because you still feel a lot of love for them in your heart. This person is someone who has worked really hard to balance their feelings with their intellectual side, maybe when the two of you met in the past they weren’t really good at it because this has definitely been quite a long and slow moving journey for them. it feels as though maybe you were somewhat ahead of them and the incompatibilities were too high at that time. Now they seem to be on your level from that perspective. They have been working on themselves, slowly, and they’ve reached a point in which they are able to find a really beautiful harmony between mind, body and spirit, which is actually making them be more prepared for a relationship. They could’ve been incredibly held back, even being extremely gullible and other people might’ve made them believe various different things about themselves and the relationship with you, which wasn’t the best for a connection. They now can say about themselves that they are well balanced, able to set goals for themselves and go after them and a better team player than they were before, especially because they got used to a life in which it was only just them, one in which they were only thinking about themselves, which limited them in the way they were showing up in a relationship and working as a team with you.

How are they going to show up in your life? (relationship skills and obstacles they need to overcome)

They seem to still have a lot of things to overcome, even with all the progress that they have made from when the two of you decided to go your separate ways, but the difference here is that they found their inner strength and they are better equipped to deal with the obstacles that life and relationships bring them. I would definitely say that when it comes to relationship skills, they are definitely able to be compassionate towards you and actually understand where you are coming from, making them more likely to actively listen and compromise with you so that the both of you feel safe in the relationship. They have taken back control over their ego and it’s not really the main thing that runs the show anymore, so now they’ve expanded their capacity to show and receive love in a really sweet manner that they weren’t really able to do before. This is probably one of their best relationship qualities beside the strength that they have to fight for you and for the relationship no matter what anyone else says or thinks. Once they’ve chosen their partner, they are definitely the type who will prioritize the well being of their partner and of the relationship before anything else, as they are looking for success and they have come a long way, facing many challenges to learn how to be a good partner. They’ve come from a really sad past, they probably have lost a lot of things in life and there was definitely sadness when the two of you decided to call it quits, they might’ve blamed themselves and feel as though it was their fault because they weren’t good enough and it was like a war in their heads, going back and forth, being their worst enemy because they do like to feel connected to someone and have a romantic relationship that brings them joy. So they took their weaknesses, they took their own self-judgements and they transformed those into strength that helped them become better. Thing is, I don’t believe that this person has had another significant or important relationship to actually practice these skills and so they might be a bit clumsy at times in their relationship with you, so they might be learning how to actually apply them in a relationship with you. The obstacle here is literally not knowing how to properly adapt in a relationship to that flexible extent, they might take a while to practice to be able to reach a more proficient approach and show up the way they envisioned for themselves.

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Pile 2

**This could also resonate with you if you have: Pisces, Libra, Scorpio, Aries, Sagittarius, Aquarius placements

Who are they?

Your person is definitely someone who’s loving and kind, they definitely seem to be the ones who have a really good heart, ready to give, ready to embrace love and offer it in a really sweet way and they totally do want to get married/be in a relationship and have that long-term commitment with someone. The issue here is that even though this person has a golden heart, the might’ve been taken advantage of it and they turned out to have quite a few self-defense mechanisms that you would need to get past before actually seeing the true them. It’s not that this person is actually testing you in any way, they just are extremely careful about the way they move into the world to be able to push aside anyone who doesn’t have genuine intentions towards them. That means that they take a lot of time to open up and at first you might see them as being indecisive, not knowing what they want or need, and kind of not moving the right way in a relationship because they are still testing the waters. You might see that this is actually out of their element in some way, the way these vibes fall onto them is just now who they really are and somehow, you will actually manage to see beyond this and expect or wait for more from them. They will do a lot to protect their own hearts, always being defensive of the most previous and sensitive parts of their being and they won’t reveal their true self all at once because that approach has hurt them in the past. They might feel extremely inadequate as well, especially having dealt with people with ill intentions, and they might feel as though there is no one genuine in the world, that they have to pretend they are someone they’re not just to protect themselves and they don’t think that’s the right approach, but that they have to do it anyways because if they don’t, they’re going to get hurt again. Once these layers of protection fall bit by bit, you’re going to see a new, adventurous and playful side of them, one that actually has a lot of hope and love to give. They’re extremely loyal, especially to those who are closest to them and want to explore life by their side.

How are they going to show up in your life? (relationship skills and obstacles they need to overcome)

When it comes to how they’re going to show up in your life, there’s definitely a lot of insecurity and pain that will come through here, because they doubt themselves a lot. You can see that this person is someone who’s able to create a safe space for you to be fully yourself, one in which you feel loved and cared for, them being your biggest support system with anything you may need help with, especially mental health wise, they’ve been through a lot so they know a lot and they know how to handle different situations and be the person they never had for others. They are also incredibly good at understanding their emotions, for seeing things as they are and honestly, they are also extremely self aware, able to accept the truth about themselves and no run away from it no matter how harsh it might seem, but they’re still at a crossroads now, trying to get out of being the person they’ve been, with defense mechanisms, overthinking, over giving, over working, being at a distance from themselves and not being able to truly find themselves, to actually becoming something new. They have a lot of great things about themselves that they’ve forgotten about all this time because they were so stuck in being someone they were not due to their experiences. Now, in the relationship, they need to overcome a lot of obstacles and that might create more obstacles in the relationship, on your side of it as well. You may or may not be equipped to deal with their baggage, as it seems to be a lot to handle from their side and it might feel that when the two of you make progress towards being closer to one another, something happens and the progress you made is null. There are a lot of cycles on their end that are challenging and making the relationship difficult to maintain long term, because they have lost themselves and you might not fully see their actual sweet side for a while. They might give you bits and pieces here, but they’re not allowing themselves to be who they are out of fear, which is definitely going to make you think that they don’t have the bestest intentions towards you and that they’re just playing games. They will try their hardest to make you happy, but that’s going to cause stress for them, maybe even being paranoid most of the times and not believe in themselves that they can do this. They don’t want to disappoint you but they are a bit buried under the pile of behaviors that have helped them to keep on going. Change might be on the horizon though, something might trigger it in this relationship and they will have to make a decision to heal and move on from the old, as you might be nothing like those who took advantage of them. Trust needs to be built here.

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Pile 3

**This could also resonate with you if you have: Libra, Virgo, Leo, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Scorpio placements

Who are they?

Your person is someone who has come a long way in their journey of discovering themselves, especially because they seem to have started off with some beliefs and ideals that you can think your way through life, without feeling it at all. Feels like this person has been seeing life as an adventure, maybe even climbing their way up to where they are right now and things haven’t always been easy for them, especially in the beginning. They were unsure of themselves, unsure of their moves, only being equipped with very little knowledge about life from their caretakers and at times they had to learn the hard way how to deal with the things that came their way. This required them to be equipped with a sense of exploration when it came to the way they were thinking about things and the way they were perceiving them, thus managing to get out of their comfort zone and take risks due to the hunger and curiosity they had for life. Their parents might’ve been protective of them, there is this sense that they were quick thinkers, adventurers and wanting to explore the world, but being limited by the things around them, which has, in fact, never stopped them from going after what they wanted. Though, this has limited them a bit only on exploring the mind and not the heart. This person has matured rapidly, which also is a great example of someone who didn’t have time to learn all the skills necessary to enter the emotional world due to a lack of guidance and a push in a specific direction, so with that, they kept on exploring the mind until they started understanding it in a really elevated way up until they hit a dead end in their exploration which required them to dive deep into their emotions as well. That’s when they understood that it’s not all about what you think, there’s also always feelings involved that can offer as much information, if not more, than what the mind is providing.

How are they going to show up in your life? (relationship skills and obstacles they need to overcome)

In all honesty, you can expect this person to be a little bit passive in the relationship as they are someone who usually introspects and self reflects a lot, rather than taking a really big and confident stand in any relationships. That’s something they still need to learn how to master, though they’re in the process of understanding their own emotions and they’re coming off as passive simply because within themselves, there’s big inner conflicts that keep on going on without ever stopping. They are trying their best to figure things out for themselves, making sure they are successful in anything they learn or acquire but don not expect huge gestures in the beginning from them. The more they explore their emotional world, the more inner conflict they have because they are going through major transformations in how they perceive the world around them and what they believe about various aspects of humanity and relationships in general. When one’s beliefs are being challenged, through various experiences, they’re not in a position in which they can actively respond because what they know to be true is actually crumbling and being replaced by a new one. It’s not that they wouldn’t want to show up in one way or the other, it’s that they are still learning how and while you might see this composed person, in reality, within themselves, they aren’t as composed as they appear. This exploration that they’re still doing is one of their obstacles, something they need to overcome and figure out on their own, but it’s being brought up by your relationship as you have a different approach than what they learned. Their positive side here is that they are open to learning and open to growing so this person is definitely going to want to learn more about how they can be a good partner to you and how they can show up so that you feel loved by them. They’re still new with emotions, but they are quick learners and over time, with their openness, they’re going to be really good with expressing their feelings for you and receiving the love that you’re giving them as well.

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Pile 4

**This could also resonate with you if you have: Scorpio, Aquarius, Gemini, Virgo, Cancer, Aries placements

Who are they?

They are someone who have been looked forward to having a relationship for a really long time. For a very few of you, this is someone who has either been forced to remain single due to religious reasons or to get ready for a pre-arranged marriage that wasn’t going to make them happy/they could also be divorced as well. It feels as though this person wants a good marriage, they want to be married if that is where the relationship leads, though it’s not constantly on their mind because to them, the most important is the journey of getting there and just experiencing and devoting themselves to a long-term commitment. This person could also have some physical disabilities or even struggle with some mental health disorders that to the world, they get to be a bit marginalized or pushed outside, and that’s felt lonely to them for a really long time because they felt as though no one really understands them for who they really are. This person, no matter of their characteristics which might be particular and fit only a few of your situations, they have been working really to be able to identify some things and certain people that are rare and beautiful within and without in the crowd. They’ve been looking for someone to stand out in ways that no one else would notice, only them, because they have sharpened their eye and their energy field to be able to feel who is that person that they have been looking for and so they do tend to trust their instincts pretty much when looking for new people in their life. They’re extremely kind and connected with their emotions, but very quick witted as well all at the same time. They are always changing and improving themselves, wanting to do and be better, especially because they have been treated poorly by others and they believe that change in the world starts with change within oneself. You might be seeing them struggle with an impostor syndrome as well, as they have gone through major negative experiences and they struggle a lot with believing in themselves and their own skills.

How are they going to show up in your life? (relationship skills and obstacles they need to overcome)

When they come into your life, this person is going to definitely come off as stubborn and very subjective in their interactions with you; you might see them projecting a little bit onto you too especially due to the negative romantic experiences they have had before. With this person, it’s full of ups and downs, they might not be in your life for a really long time because they might not be actually the person that you’d like to be with or there is going to be some sort of break up and them coming back later on. It’s definitely going to be a combination of being kind of carless and projecting without thinking of consequences, which is going to cause them even more pain. The world has put a lot of pressure on them and has hurt them a lot, and that is just making them either be careless, not worry too much for too long and continue running away from themselves because they just don’t feel safe enough to remain in a single place. You might be fall for them, you might feel as though this person cares for you, and they do, they just have an extremely bad way of showing it because they’re still hurting and you definitely don’t have to stick around for that if there isn’t an equal exchange of energy between the two of you. It feels as though you’re giving this person what they need, sort of like it’s helping them start addressing and seeing themselves a bit more clearly, but they are in no position of giving back to you, due to being starved from love their entire life but also because you are way out of their league, especially when it comes to emotional maturity and growth. They’re in the process of becoming more mature, but they have a lot more to experience to get there and they don’t seem to be fully in alignment with you. The obstacles that they need to overcome here are created by themselves, they’re just self-sabotaging everything and then feeling hurt that they sabotaged it. They’re still hurting and they can’t fully see past that; it feels as though they are a bit stuck in a dream in which they’re doing everything right for you, in their heads, but when it comes to how they’re actually showing up for you, they seem to distance themselves and pull away, then they don’t understand why you do and say the things you do and say to them. They need more time on their own before actually being ready for something serious.

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Pile 5

**This could also resonate with you if you have: Pisces, Sagittarius, Taurus, Scorpio,Virgo, Gemini placements

Who are they?

This person might be someone who has been stuck in situations in which they might’ve been the third wheel in a lot of situations, either at work, either in their friend group or in another relationship. It’s very likely that their previous partner has taken advantage of them, broke their heart because they wanted to be with someone else, or they have been in a polyamorous relationship in which the parties involved struggled with communication and building trust and safety. It didn’t really end well, but their past has a lot to do with commitment and whether or not that commitment was worth it to them, regardless of their own circumstances. They dedicated themselves to the person they were with and they over extended themselves to make that relationship work, they might’ve went above and beyond and in the end, they just received a really big baggage to carry. This person is still learning how to love themselves and how they can take care of their own needs and wants, they’re sort of in an exploration journey of figuring out what wounds are open, what hurts, what works for them and what doesn’t because they don’t really want to continue on being stuck in the same cycles over and over and over again. They are experiencing a lot of pressure and inner conflict on how to go about this, they don’t really know what to think to this day about what has happened in the past, but they are doing their best to keep going and try to figure it out, hoping that there is a better future waiting for them. They have a great support system, though, it feels like this person doesn’t like to ask for help and they’re only relying on themselves most of the time, which is no making it easier for them to deal with their issues. They might not trust people around them and they’re really independent, as they have learned that they can only trust and rely on themselves to be safe.

How are they going to show up in your life? (relationship skills and obstacles they need to overcome)

As you might’ve expected, this person is still going through a process of transformation that’s most likely going to last for a while so for a few years of you two being in each other’s lives, you might see that they are struggling and that they are in pain, which makes them have a little capacity for the love that they will show you. This doesn’t mean that they won’t do their best to be there for you and take you out and try to work as a team with you, but the extent to which they will do it might not feel your cup fully. They weren’t really looking for a relationship when they met you, but they actually ended up catching feelings for you and having you in their life just gives them hope that the future is going to be okay. Now, their challenges are just their pain, as if they do not properly deal with it, they might unintentionally hurt other people around them, including you, as a result of still being emotionally stuck in that moment in which they felt extremely betrayed. They are still grieving that relationship but most importantly grieving the happy and safe version of themselves that they left behind. They are sinking into this pain, giving into the desperation that they might not be able to figure it out and they certainly struggle with communicating their own pain. It feels as though this person might intellectualize it a lot, if they think about their feelings, they will probably not have to feel them and therefore they will not have to feel their pain, which is just a work around for them wanting to escape that experience and the feelings of pain that they have. They are avoiding it, whether they realize it or not, they are running away from it because they are on survival mode right now and until they learn how to calm their nervous system down, they will keep running away from their own self. This person is incredibly strong and resourceful, though they like to be in an energy of pursuing romantic interests, of being romantic and going on dates, building that relationship slowly. This also means that they usually like to find solutions to issues and they seem frozen right now so they do feel extremely powerless and guilty for now being able to show up in the way you should be treated. They will express their love through acts of service or taking care of you/buying you gifts, so while it may not seem like a lot, especially if that’s not your love language, they are doing it in the ways that feel safe for them. The positives here is the fact that they want to change, they want to do better, and right now they are a work in progress so even if they want to, it will still be on them to actually become who they want to be.

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[dreamingon-forever]

AoT Character Tarot Cards + Merch Sets Implications and Meaning Explained

Every pairing explained here is from the official sets sold together here: 💜💚

Levi and Hange:

[Levi as Judgement]:

According to Tarot, The Judgement card represents some kind of prosecutor that decides whether someone else had sinned, and delivers punishment as seen fit. It can also mean that one's life comes to an important decision period, where they're asked to take action accordingly.

[Hange as The Lovers]:

Hange's Lover card represents partnership and cooperation between two individuals, as well as the general meaning and embodiment of love in itself. The lover card also represents shared values between lovers, temptation of the heart, as well as give and take between two lovers.

[Judgement + The Lovers]:

When combined, the two cards read as if there's an important decision to be taken in accordance to a matter of the heart. It usually represents two lovers coming to decide whether to take a step forward together or choose a separate path. It represents two lovers who are met with a difficult decision, usually one where they would let their hearts come together and choose a life alongside each other. While the other path is the one where they must separate, usually due to differences in careers or duties. Despite it all it represents two people who love each other making a judgement on where they take their relationship. Which makes a lot of sense when looking at Levi and Hange's relationship. Given how long they've known each other, always being seen as a half of the other, it was only time for them to gain feelings towards the other. Not to mention the forest scene when they both decided to put their feelings behind for the sake of humanity, although both wished nothing more than to be together.

Also, note how both cards have the same angel calling judgement upon the humans depicted. Almost as if being burdened by the same judgement and fate.

Ymir and Annie:

[Ymir and the Magician:]

Ymir is represented as the Magician. The magician represents manifesting one's own ending with their will, making what they desire something to strive for no matter what.

[Annie and Strength]:

Annie represents Strength, attributing to both mental and emotional strength. Where in order to be achieve what one wants, they have to face their fears to overcome any obstacles in their way.

[Magician + Strenght]:

When combined, they represent how one is in charge of their own stories in the end. If put in enough energy and you face your fears, nothing can stand in your way of what you wish to accomplish. Similar how we saw these two characters have the strongest personalities in the show, but both had demons to fight to get to their desired paths. But neither gave up and instead pushed on, pushing for the ideal end they wanted.

Berthold and Reiner:

[Berthold as the Hermit]:

The Hermit represents a time or period of self reflection. When one looks introspectively at themselves and tries to answer their inner turmoil and take the time to answer their inner selves.

[Reiner as the Chariot]:

The Chariot represents sheer will to push forward. To push yourself through willpower and strength. One cannot stay still if one wants to achieve something.

[Hermit + Chariot]:

When put together, it means that after reflecting and figuring out what they want, they gain a new insight about themselves and embark on a journey of self-discovery and personal growth. In the show and manga, we saw how these two were given a task as soldiers, but lost themselves when getting close to their enemies, making them take a step back and question their true purpose. But after finally reflecting and figuring out where they stood, they grew to think on their own, forging their own paths.

Sasha and Connie:

[Sasha as the Sun]:

The sun represents happiness and fortune to come. It also symbolizes a time where everything comes to fruition and comes together to aid in your destined path. "It represents the universe coming together and agreeing with your path and aiding forward movement into something greater (Wiki)."

[Connie as the Star]:

The Star symbolizes newfound hope. New realization and hope which leads one away from the darkness and into a bright future ahead.

[The Sun + The Star]:

When combined, it dictates the moment of darkness and unknown being gone. A bright and illuminated future opening up before one as it gives newfound hope, where success is on the horizon. If we place Sasha and Connie together, it might present how Sasha was always the bright one in the friend group, bringing hope and happiness. After she died, it seemed that it was the moment everyone's goals finally aligned, and the beginning of the ending came to be. It also affected Connie as although he lost his best friend, he realized her death opened up a future that was as bright as her, where their goals would finally bear fruit, and that her death wasn't for vein.

Jean and Historia:

[Jean as the Fool]:

The Fool is a card that talks about taking a leap of faith. Not knowing the outcomes nor the chances of something happening, yet still having faith that something would work out. It can be a foolish antic, but sometimes the leap of faith is what you need to get to the end of the road as you put your faith into the universe and the future.

[Historia as the Empress]:

The Empress represents maternity, familial bonds and creation of life. Further analysis show that the Empress also is the card that is open to changes, and welcomes them.

[The Fool = The Empress]:

Together they formulate this notion that letting go of things and ideas that are old might be the right path to take. It might be foolish as to put full trust into something one can't fully predict, but being innovative and taking the chances can sometimes be the solution. Jean is known to be a fool of himself from time to time, and while full of himself, he is always willing to jump into the unknown if there's a chance to help his friends. And for Historia, although she's also given birth to a real baby, she's usually the one in the friend group who comes up with innovative and out of the box solutions.

Erwin and Armin:

[Erwin as the Hierophant]:

The Hierophant is a card representing an older souled figure, a teacher or mentor of some sort. Someone who has extremely well formulated knowledge and is there to guide and teach others.

[Armin as the Wheel of Fortune]:

The Wheel of fortune when looked upright and in reverse can depict different meanings. When upright it can mean good luck and fortune to come, where the universe is on your side. Downright can mean misfortune and lack of support. It shows how turbulent and unreliable life can be, and that you can't rely on luck to follow through.

[The Hierophant + Wheel of Fortune]:

In combination, it tells the individual to go after their desires instead of sitting and waiting for luck to come. Together it shows that one needs to know and stand firmly with what they believe in, and despite times of turmoil as life is never set in stone, one can push to the finish line if they strongly hold to their believes. Similar to how Erwin held onto his belief that his father had been right about humanity being outside the walls, despite what he'd been told he pushed forward to uncover the truth. And in turn, influencing Armin who also had the same vision of a life outside the confinements of the walls. Because they both pushed through, keeping true to their core believes, they managed to be the voice that carried them to the end.

Eren and Mikasa:

[Eren as the World]:

The World is the last card in the deck. It represents endings to a cycle in life where one comes to terms and becomes one with the universe. It's the last event before everything filters back into the universe, and starts once more with the Fool- the first of the deck. "It is also said to represent cosmic consciousness; the potential of perfect union with the One Power of the universe (Wiki)."

[Mikasa as Justice]:

Justice as its name says, it's the fairest decision one can make at a certain time for a situation. The decision cannot and will not be changed as fairness is the right answer. It's also depicted as a figure holding up two swords, ready to strike in the name of fairness.

[The World + Justice]:

When put together it represents completion, as well as full awareness and fully coming to control one's thoughts and emotions. Romantically it can be seen as coming to terms that the relationship had run its course, as well as seeing it as it is and understanding that it's at its last stage. It's the end, but because it IS the end, it means there's a beginning somewhere else- with someone else. When looking at it from the Eremika perspective, we all saw how despite being in love with each other, their relationship was always doomed to be a failure. Mikasa was also the one who cut the final string holding them together, understanding that whatever they had wasn't meant to be. It's also interesting to see how Jean is depicted as the Fool, the first of the deck when The World, which is Eren is the last. Meaning that after Eren, Mikasa's true happiness was the next stage, which is Jean.

Final thoughts:

So this took me about 4 hours to write and put together. But I really hope you guys enjoy reading through it and are as surprised as I am about the accuracy of the tarot cards and the characters they represent. An immense amount of thought had gone into the creation of this set, and I cannot for the life of me get rid of the chills that cover me as to how perfect the tarots fit each character and their personality/situation. I also want to point out that based on this, it does seem very obvious that Eren and Mikasa, and Levi and Hange were meant to be couples. Their tragic love stories match up exactly to what the tarot combination imply, and I think that's beautiful as it is tragic.

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[acourtofthought]

I recently saw a post claiming that there are no obstacles standing in the way of either Elucien or Gwynriel while there are obstacles standing in the way of E/riel.

I do agree that at the moment there are no external obstacles to Gwynriel, their ship and possible mating bond is very new and SJM usually takes more than a book to develop a story involving a mating bond. Their current obstacles are more personal in nature, working to overcome past traumas.

But what obstacles are standing in the way of E/riel?

Lucien???

"And then I'll ask your mate how he survived it - knowing you were engaged to someone else. Sharing another male's bed."

That is what Lucien said about Elain before he met officially met her. He already resigned himself to the fact that his mate was in love with engaged to someone else, that he was going to have to live with that.

He sat in a room with Elain as she spoke of Graysen, how Graysen saw her before, how she was supposed to be married and Lucien accepted that Elain did not "love him, want him, need him."

He left to find Vassa after realizing he was not needed in the Night Court because Elain wanted Graysen. He only entered the Night Court to ensure that she wasn't being harmed and once he saw that she was safe he walked away because he acknowledged that she still wanted her fiance.

If Elain wants to be with Az, Lucien will step aside just as he did when he thought she wanted Graysen. Just as he's done for the last two years, allowing her to do whatever the fuck she wants to do and asking nothing of her.

And Rhys as an obstacle?

All Az needed to say was that he was over Mor and that he'd never felt about anyone the way he does for Elain. Rhys is not an obstacle, all Rhys is is the protective brother-in-law who was honestly convinced that Az just wanted to use Elain for a night of sex.

Beron is an obstacle to Az being with Elain?

First off, Az is nothing to Beron. As we canonically know he's not a fan of lesser fae, Beron wouldn't consider Az worth his time (since certain people in the ACOTAR world consider the Illyrians lesser fae) and I highly doubt he'd care about Lucien losing his mate when Beron hates Lucien.

When Beron has tormented Lucien his entire life, why would he HELP him get his mate from Az? And if by some chance he did call the Blood Duel, I would bet money on Lucien putting a stop to it, stopping Beron so that Elain could be happy and that only leaves Lucien looking like the hero in an E/riel book (and we all know the hero gets the girl).

There are no obstacles to an E/riel endgame except Azriel's inability to have a conversation which would have easily cleared up any of the "misunderstandings" in SF. If that's what they actually were, I am of the mind that Az refused to answer because he knows he didn't actually have a response that Rhys would have been happy to hear. That he was in fact willing to sleep with Elain though he's still not over Mor and does not in fact have a plan to be with her beyond his sexual fantasies.

So what are the Elucien obstacles? I mean, aside from the fact that she was in love with someone else when her bond snapped and Elain has been fighting against the bond from book 2? Obstacles that have kept her from getting to know Lucien for how many books now? (I mean really, what obstacles were there for Nesta and Cassian getting together except Nesta's personal trauma?).

We are reminded on 4 different occasions that Beron had Lucien's lover slaughtered, 2 of them in Silver Flames alone.

We are reminded on multiple occasions of how much Beron and his other sons detest Lucien. Hell, Beron sent his brothers after him as recently as ACOWAR when he and Feyre tried to cross through Autumn.

We know Beron has his sights set on the weakened Spring Court.

In SF, SJM tells us that Elain's scent is not only a promise of Spring but that the Spring Court had been MADE for someone like her, that Nesta would have told her to visit if they weren't fighting. We're told the IC needs a strong ally in the Spring Courts forces, that Tamlin isn't getting better and he's neglecting the people.

You're telling me that if Elain ends up in Spring and she's involved in helping restore the Court to it's former strength, Beron would not want to stop her as she's interfering with his plans to take over it's lands?

Beron also wants to ally with Koschei now that Briallyn is dead. We know Elain has a connection to Koschei because of her visions, that she is connected to the Trove as she's Made and is also Nesta's sister, and that Koschei has his sights set on the Trove so he can free himself.

We're also told in SF that all it would take to gain the alliance of these villains would be to hand over a certain Archeron sister (Briallyn failed with Nesta). Beron going after Elain to gain Koschei's alliance creates obstacles to an Elucien endgame because Lucien can't end up with his mate if she's kidnapped or dead. We're told that as Beron was willing to murder Jesminda and torture his own sons, what wouldn't he be willing to do so I think it's safe to say that Beron is a much bigger threat to Lucien's happiness and Elain's life (considering she's Lucien's mate as well as an Archeron sister) than anything involving Az.

There are a lot of exciting directions SJM could take an Elucien story, filled with not only the internal obstacles they've both been dealing with but external obstacles as well.

The only obstacles that stand in the way of E/riel are ones they've created themselves. And those "obstacles" would only lead to hurting others who are blameless like Gwyn (when Az decided to give her the necklace dragging her into the mess for no reason if he's going to end up with Elain) and Lucien (who has given Elain the freedom to do whatever she wants).

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Last Chapter:

"Unrequited"

Scaramouche x reader

Genre: Angst

(sorry guys I lied)

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2

(Present day)

Under the vast expanse of the night sky, Scaramouche found himself once again drawn to the streets of Inazuma. It had been years since he last walked these familiar paths, yet the memories of his time here with y/n remained etched in his heart like an unyielding tattoo.

As he wandered through the dimly lit streets, a sense of longing stirred within him, a yearning for something he had thought lost forever. But tonight, beneath the shimmering stars, fate had other plans.

In a twist of destiny, y/n found herself wandering through the same streets of Inazuma, her heart heavy with memories of a love she had forgotten. She had carried the weight of their separation with her for years, a burden that seemed to disappear with each passing day.

But tonight, as if guided by some unseen force, their paths collided once again. Scaramouche's breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of her, a vision of beauty amidst the shadows. And in that moment, time seemed to stand still as their eyes met across the crowded street.

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved, their gazes locked in a silent exchange of emotions too powerful to put into words. And then, as if drawn together by an irresistible force, they began to move towards each other, the distance between them shrinking with each step.

And when they finally stood face to face, the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of them in their own private universe. Without a word, Scaramouche reached out, his hand trembling as it brushed against y/n's cheek, as if confirming that she was real, that she was here.

Tears welled in Scaramouche eyes as he reached out to her, her fingers intertwining with his as if they were never meant to be apart. And in that moment, all the pain and heartache of the past melted away, replaced by a warmth and a love that had never truly faded.

"I thought I lost you," Scaramouche whispered, his voice raw with emotion.

"Sorry,"

"But who are you?"

y/n replied, her voice soft but filled with conviction. "Have I met you before? You seem to know me."

And with those words, the weight of Scaramouches chest became heavier,then. Ah, yes... He erased himself. Why would she remember him?

"I-... You remind me of someone..."

He said.

"May I know who's that 'someone'?"

Y/n asked, as Scaramouche looked at her with eyes full of emotions.

"She was my Lover, my soulmate and my everything."

'But I lost her'

"She must be a Amazing person, I hope you guys will see eachother soon. '

'I already have'

"Yes she's great she's the most Amazing, Beautiful, gorgeous, loud, crazy and fragile girl I have ever seen— She was with me from the start to the day we've been separated."

A hand landed atop at Scaramouches hand,—It was y/n, and she wore the cheeky smile she always had. With gentleness she pulled scaramouche into a hug, a warm hug—the hug he missed.

The nonexisting heart scaramouche has started beating faster every minute. His eyes started to tear up as he wrapped his arms around her, tighter.

"There, there. How about we take a walk? "

Y/n suggested.

Scaramouche obviously said yes, and there Two souls met again. Are they for each other I don't know?. All I know is for in the end, love always finds a way, even in the darkest of nights. And as long as they had each other, they knew that they could weather any storm, overcome any obstacle, together, forevermore...

"That is the end of the story, now, kids go to sleep now you don't want your father to get mad"

"But MOOOMM! Did they end up together? What happened to the two souls?? MOOOMMMM!"

A little boy with an e/c boy with platinum hair asked.

"Well, they're meant for each other yes, but fate is unpredictable. And in the end one's soul isn't meant for each other despite how strong their love is for each other."

"What do you mean by that mama?"

A girl with cherry-red eyes spoke.

"Let's just keep that a secret for now little ones"

Their mother closed the book and returned it to the upper shelf.

"But maa!!!"

They both cried until the door opened up revealing a Platinum-blond haired man.

"What's the commotion all about?"

His, calm husky voice asked.

"Zuha, please take the children to the bed please hon,"

"Noted dear, how about you?"

"I'll stay here for a little longer,"

"Ok, Goodnight love"

He said as he kissed her forehead.

"Good night, love you"

She replied returning the kiss.

For 2,000 years. Generation by generation, The lost wanderer stays loyal—to her. He has loved each and every version of her. Every millennium, every year, each time he sees the smile on her face, it'll take him back to the day he was still a lone kabukimono who fell for a mortal, a fragile human girl. Every time he falls—she falls for another— The wanderer of Inazuma, the gentleman Kaedehara Kazuha.

Did he mess up so bad that he can't have a future with her? But aside from all, his heart stays loyal for her even if generation by generation he sees her fall with him, die with him. And forget everything he, He still remembers how you smile with the smallest things and laugh with pure joy.

Yet, if possible he wished and hoped, One the universe's out there, they can have their happy ending. Their small family— where they'll live besides the river with 3 kids and 2 cats.

"Y/n, even if I have to wait for Millions, billions, heck even Eternity, even if I have to fight Gods, Angels. EVERYTHING just to see your smile, even if your heart is fixed to another. I love you, more than everything. You're my Roman Empire..

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[licorice-tea]

I’m A Ghost Of You, You’re A Ghost Of Me Pt. 4

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x reader

Content: strawhat reader, gender neutral reader, drinking in a bar, one mention of virginity (in a jokey way), mainly just reader and zoro talking, brief mention of fighting/canon typical violence, a tiny bit angsty, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: this part is kind of like reader and zoro’s first date! just a lot of talking and some angsty feelings about failure :/ but with comfort! also i’ve never been to a bar or drank a ton (im 19) so im sorry if the descriptions of alcohol are inaccurate (but also zoro canonically drinks an insane amount without actually getting drunk so idk.) also im not really sure where i want the series to go from here so… leave suggestions? anyway, enjoy! <3

Part 3

Reverse Mountain and the encounter with Laboon served to bring you closer to your new crew in a matter of hours. Though you were the last to join in the East Blue, it felt like you’d already known them all a lifetime. Your place on the crew comes naturally to you as you work in tandem with the others to overcome these obstacles.

After the long day and several brushes with death, the Straw Hats arrive to an island called Whiskey Peak. The inhabitants, surprisingly, seem enthralled with your arrival. They welcome you all with open arms and invite the crew to free drinks and a night of fun at one of their bars. It’s a little suspicious to some, but you (being on the more naive and fresh side) see nothing wrong with it. And so, you all happily go along with their invitation.

Which is how you found yourself here: sitting on a barstool with a line of shot glasses before you.

“Gonna drink all that yourself?”

You look up and smile at the voice- Roronoa Zoro. “Nope, it’s for you.”

He sits besides you, “2… 8… You got me 10 shots?”

“I wasn’t sure what you drink. Besides, I said I’d treat you.”

You tell him what each drink is, he picks out 5, then slides the rest toward you. “Drink up, y/n.”

“Oh.. I, uh… I don’t really drink.” Especially not 5 shots at once, at that.

Zoro shrugs, “‘s your tab.”

You watch as he downs all 5 of the drinks he’s chosen, eyes wide in surprise that he was able to do so by the end. Then, he looks at you expectantly. Steeling yourself for what’s to come, you nod with a sense of duty and face your 5 shots. “Here goes nothing.”

The first burns a little, but it’s nothing you can’t handle (despite the look of disgust on your face.) The second has you coughing- only because you took it right after the first, of course. Zoro barks out a laugh and pats your back. You wave him off, “I’m fine, I’m fine…” and pick up the third. Still chuckling, he grabs your wrist (with the hand that isn’t rubbing your back in circles) and lowers it down to the table.

“I was kidding, don’t drink more than you can handle. Takes out all the fun.” He proceeds to down the 3 remaining shots, completely disregarding his previous statement.

“Well, you sure make it look easy.” The annoyance in your voice is evident.

“I’ve got a high tolerance. But you,” His arm is now resting on the back of your seat, and you feel a finger poke you square in the back. “are a lightweight.”

“I- hey! I am not a lightweight. Taking 8 shots just like that isn’t normal, you know.”

“Yeah, I’m better than normal.”

A soft smile spreads across your features. “You sure about that, Zoro?”

“Wh- Of course I’m sure. Why, you don’t think I am?”

You shrug, feigning nonchalance in order to mess with him. “I don’t know… that guy over there just finished his 12th drink of the night, sooo…”

“What guy? You’re kidding, I swear-“

Laughter erupts from your chest, similar to his own fit when you struggled to down the 2nd of your 2 drinks.

“Oh. Ha-ha, real funny y/n.”

“God, you’re so easy to mess with! What happened to the stoic swordsman I met on the beach last year?”

He shrugs, “Same guy.”

“Hm…” You’ve noticed that he seems to get a little defensive when you bring up that night. “Why don’t you want to talk about that night?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Zoro. C’mon, you can talk to me… We’re crew mates, right?”

He doesn’t say anything for a few moments; just looks down at the bar. “I failed. Plain and simple.”

“Oh…. because you didn’t bring me back to my island?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t think that’s the same as failure, you chose to-“

“You don’t get it, y/n. I couldn’t force you to go back. I wanted to, I was going to, but I couldn’t.”

“…Not to toot your horn, Zoro, but you’re plenty strong. I would’ve put up a good fight, but I’m not sure I would’ve won-“ You pat your arrow quiver, “especially not at such a close distance.”

“No. I really couldn’t.” Frustration begins to seep into his tone. “I couldn't find the- the strength or resolve. And I still don’t know why, but if things hadn’t just worked out in the end like they did…”

“But, they did, Zoro. And, I still don’t really understand what you mean, but just because you go against orders doesn’t mean you’re a failure or anything like that. You’re your own person.”

“I’m my own person who wants to fulfill my duties.”

“Even if it meant doing the wrong thing?”

“… I have my limits.”

“So then why are you beating yourself up over one task you didn’t carry out, especially one that wasn’t morally right? I’m biased, of course, but still…”

“’Cause I didn’t see anything wrong with it. But I just couldn't do it. I couldn’t have done anything that night if I’d wanted to- it’s like I was…” he trails off, shaking his head instead of finishing his sentence.

“Like you were what?”

Zoro shrugs. “Stunned.” If he were more of a romantic in his manner of speaking, he would’ve added something along the lines of “by you; by your smile and the way you move.”

“Hm. Well, for what it’s worth, I’m glad that you were. Or else I’d still be kicking it in a boring old house with boring people.”

He exhales sharply in a dry laugh. “Hmph. My pleasure.”

The rest of the night, which both of you seem to have forgotten is technically your first date, goes by in a flash. Zoro has another bottle and a half of sake, which you pay for while wondering how one person can drink so much and not seem inebriated. Soon enough, most everyone in the bar is knocked out- save for you, Zoro, the bartender, and a few stragglers.

“You haven’t had anything to drink all night.” He observes.

“Those shots were more than enough.”

Zoro shakes his head and waves over the bartender. “What’s your drink?”

You smile bashfully. “A shirley temple, please.”

He pays for your drink and the bartender whips it up in no time. “I thought I was supposed to be buying your drinks tonight.”

“You bought me 10 shots, then 2 bottles of sake; I won’t take offense. And, this non alcoholic garbage is cheap.”

“It is not garbage.”

“Fine, it’s just a kid’s drink.”

“It’s not for kids! It’s virgin.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, then mumbles under his breath. “Bet you’d know a lot about that.”

You shove his shoulder with a scandalized gasp. “Zoro!”

He laughs once more, loud and bright and so full of joy that you can’t help but giggle along with him.

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[lunarzstarz]

(12 Days of Kinkmas) Day 4: Face Sitting

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: NSFW 18+ minors dni fingering, oral (reader giving), face riding, established relationship, reader is more in control in this one

Summary: Robin is still pretty clueless and anxious when it comes to sex, so you come up with an idea that will help her finally come out of her shell...

A/N: Hii guys, I'm so sorry I took so long to post again, I really wanted to stay on top of this series but I got pretty busy, so sorry for my absence. I just wanna say thank you so fucking much for 200 followers and 2000+ notes of "The No List" I love every single one of you so much, thank you for all the kind words <3

Also for those of you that have sent me requests I see them, I promise I'm working on them when I can and they will be out soon!

As always likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3

Word Count: 1.6K

Robin was still relatively new to the dating game when you met her. Sure she had a few crushes here and there, but nothing ever came of them, leaving her feeling inexperienced when it came to girls. Then she met you. 

“D-does that feel good?” she asked, she was so unsure of herself. 

“Mhm, so good baby, making me feel so good” you’d praise her, in hopes it would get her to relax. It was still early days in your relationship and you were so patient with her, never pressuring her to do things, waiting until she initiated it. 

She continued to pump her fingers at just the right pace, getting you closer and closer to the edge. She really tried to pay close attention to what made you get there, all the things that made you buck your hips or make any sort of sound that told her what she was doing was right. It got harder to concentrate though when you made such pretty sounds or when you’d pull her in to kiss her, no matter how many times she’d done it, kissing you would always make her feel warm inside. 

You reached up and tugged her down by her shirt into a heated kiss, moaning against her lips as she curled her fingers, tips brushing against your soft spot perfectly. “Right there- shit- right there” you cried out as your release washed over you. She slowed down, dragging out your orgasm for as long as she could.

You pulled her hand away once you’d had enough, flipping her over so you could be on top. You leaned down to kiss her again, more gentle this time, you didn’t want to be too rough with her just yet, not until she was ready. “You’re so pretty” you mumble against her skin as you move across her jaw and down to her neck “So, so pretty and you make me feel so good.”

She only lets out little gasps in response as you suck onto the skin of her neck, she still got all flustered when you complimented her. You work your way down until you can’t get any further with the obstacle of her still being fully clothed in the way. Robin never really liked taking her clothes off, it was a fear she was still learning to overcome, her own head getting the better of her, but with you, you made it a lot easier. 

“Can I?” you ask, fingers tugging on the first button on her shirt, you see that strike of fear cross her face, same as the first time. You wanted to know who ever made her feel that way. In your eyes, Robin was perfect and whoever made her believe otherwise deserved their ass beat and you’d gladly do it, but for now you had to settle with telling her the truth about herself. 

“You don’t have to be scared with me Robin, you know I love everything about you” you remind her, moving the stray hairs from her face so she would look at you “you know that right?” She stares at you for a moment, nobody had ever made her feel the way that you do, she trusted you so she nodded. 

You try again, undoing the top button on her shirt, paying close attention to her incase she changes her mind. You took things slow, kissing each new piece of exposed skin with each button until you reached above her jeans, unbuttoning the last one, placing one final kiss above her pants. 

When you sat up to fully remove the shirt from her, she's watching you, glossy eyed and red cheeked. You give her a fond smile, sliding her arms out of the item of clothing, out of habit she immediately covers herself. “Don’t” you take her hands, kissing her knuckles as you straddled her waist, placing her hand onto your bare hips. 

She caressed the skin there, while you let your hands roam up her bare stomach to her chest. She was wearing a lavender coloured bra, small lace butterflies adorning the edges of the cups. You admired her, tracing your fingertips over the straps, tugging on them slightly “Can I take this off?” you ask again, she’s faster to respond this time, giving you a quick nod and a squeeze on your hips. 

You reach around to unclasp it, Robin is quick to return her hands to you, lowering them this time, almost touching the flesh of your ass, but still hesitant. Leaning down again, you suck one of her hardened nipples into your mouth, cupping the other one with your free hand. 

“Oh-” she let out a surprised gasp when you sucked on her tits, her grip on you becoming tighter as you nipped at her chest. 

“You good?” you checked in, as you switched sides. 

“Mhm, great” she replied, almost breathless. 

“Getting all worked up already and I’ve only just started” you tease, her hips rock beneath you. You made your way down her stomach again, stopping just above her belt, but before you could even ask for permission she’s begging for it. 

“Please” she pleads, bucking her hips again, so you listened. You unbuckled her belt and undo her jeans, pulling them down and off her legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties that matched her bra from earlier. 

“So beautiful” you say, placing kisses just above her knees before guiding them apart. She leans up on her elbows to watch, bottom lip tucked tightly between her teeth as you leave a trail of kisses up the insides of her soft thighs. Your hands run along the sides of her legs as you inched closer to her clothed clit. 

“Want you to sit on my face” you blurt, voice muffled as you suck on her skin, you feel her freeze for a moment. 

“W-what?” she asks, making sure she heard you right. 

“Want you to sit on my face” you repeat, this time more clearly, looking up at her from between her thighs “You’d don’t have to of course.” 

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, I don’t want to suffocate you or something” she avoids looking at you, you laugh. 

“Robin, you are not gonna suffocate me, I promise” you take her hand in yours “It’ll be fun, just thought it would help get you out of your shell.” 

Her eyes finally find yours “You sure?” 

You beam up at her “Positive.” 

“Okay…but you have to tell me if I’m squishing you!” she warns and you oblige. 

“I will, now come on” you lay flat on your back, waiting for her to get on top. She slipped out of her underwear, now fully naked as she knelt beside you. You guided her to straddle your chest “Just let me know if you want to stop.”

“Okay” she takes a shaky breath, shuffling forward so her cunt is just centimeters from your lips, still hesitant to put her full weight on you. You ease her down, craning your neck so your mouth meets her clit, you give it a chaste kiss making her laugh. 

You lick a stripe all the way from her entrance to her clit, her knees buckling slightly causing her to fall forward, gripping onto the headboard for support. You hooked your arms under her thighs and brought her flush to your mouth making her cry out. 

“H-holy shit!” she gasped, feeling your tongue prodding her entrance, your nose nudging her clit with every movement of your head. The taste of her arousal had you groaning against her cunt, sending shocks of pleasure through her core, the coil in her stomach already becoming impossibly tight. 

Reaching one of your hands up to cup her tits as they bounce with each rock of her hips, she was finally letting herself go, letting herself feel good, letting you make her feel good. Your free hand squeezing the flesh of her ass and thighs, holding her impossibly close, she was moaning your name over and over, you knew she wasn’t gonna last long. 

“Fuck that feels so good baby, so- oh fuck” her moans growing louder as her release was getting closer. She gripped onto your hair, using it as leverage as her hips rutted against your mouth, chasing her high. You let her lose herself, holding onto her thighs as you focused on making her feel good and the lewd wet sounds and loud cries that bounced off the walls, thankful for nobody being home tonight. 

“Oh shit I’m gonna cum” she pants, her rhythm faltering. 

“That’s it baby, cum on my mouth” you encouraged her, but your voice was muffled by her cunt. 

She came with a loud cry of your name, thighs clamping around you, her release dripping onto your tongue as you lapped at her until she couldn’t take it anymore. She collapsed onto the mattress next to you, the two of you trying to catch your breath. 

“Holy shit that was…fucking amazing” she pants out, making the both of you laugh. 

“Yeah, it was” you agree, pulling her in close and nuzzling into the crook of her neck. You were both basking in the aftermath of her release, bodies coated in a sheer layer of sweat as you clung to each other. 

“Thanks for being patient with me” Robin finally breaks the silence, her voice quiet like she's on the verge of sleep. 

“Of course” you kiss the side of her neck, giving her hand a slight squeeze “Was worth the wait, especially after that.” You feel her nod in agreement, the both of you too tired to form words as you drift off, wrapped up in each other's arms. 

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[ethereal-night-fairy]

Forgotten Sorrows

Chapter 5

Fae!Soap X Female Reader? I kinda want to ship Witch and Rún not gonna lie. Let me know how you guys feel about that. But I also like soap so idk.

Soap sees Daisy for what she truly is and can't come to terms with how things have unfolded. While Price is overcome with guilt especially after seeing the extent of the damage he has caused.

Warnings: MDNI, dark themes, mention of trauma, bullying, physical and mental abuse, mental health talk unstable emotions, guilt and angst, cursing, hurt/comfort sorry if I missed any.

I'm so sorry I've been gone for over a month again. It was really hard to get back into writing and I genuinely have no clue where I'm going with this story at this point. But I'm trying my best to write. Feel free to send me ideas or questions about the story if you don't understand anything. I hope you all enjoy the chapter. This Fae au belongs to @ghouljams I feature their Oc in my writing, send them some love. This story wouldn't exist without them. Also they helped by giving me tips on how to write Witch more accurately 💗 a big thank you to them 😊.

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Soap stood outside Daisy’s Apartment building begrudgingly. It had been a few days since the picnic and he took some time to himself to sort out his feelings. Not that your sister would let him. She had bombarded his phone daily with messages until he just turned it off. He hated the fact he couldn’t get you out of his head. You fluttered around his mind like a little butterfly, stirring his emotions. He could still feel the residual warmth of your drawing he left on his bedside table. But his pride came first and he wasn’t about to admit defeat. He had spent too much time isolating your sister to give up now especially after your threats against him. He held the flowers he bought in his hands, perhaps a bit too tightly due to his anger. When he had tried going up to your sister's apartment he wasn’t able to come within a two feet radius of the door. More than likely your doing. The magic seemed somewhat familiar but it wasn’t yours. No, your magic had a more subtle warmth to it. Like the heat of the sun on a dewy spring day, making the bite of the melting winter bearable. Though it was autumn now, mid september to be more specific. Soap stood outside waiting for Daisy to come down. He had texted her that he was waiting on the street to take her out on a date as an apology for being unable to contact her for the last few days because of a family situation, which wasn’t a lie. He was indeed busy doing some errands for Price trying to keep his mind off you.

He had talked to Price about the situation he was in right after the picnic, Price found the ordeal odd too, that you suddenly just appeared with magic. Also the fact that you had no tethers whatsoever. Soap did confess to tapping you and Price concluded that probably played a part in breaking whatever seal you had in place. Soap noticed that when he described what you looked like Price had an odd look on his face. He didn’t bother asking about it, too consumed with his own troubles at the time. He spent the next few days drinking his problems away. He would rather be black out drunk than remember the hurt in your eyes. He found out later that evening that price had met you unexpectedly while visiting his Witch. He also told him all about the insults you were spouting off about him when complaining to his witch, which made him chuckle. At least he had his looks going for him. Price goes on to explain to him how you two had briefly met in your early years of childhood. He seemed relieved you had grown up well rather than perished. Soap hadn’t realized you had such a hard upbringing. He felt kinda bad for causing you more trouble....but he refused to acknowledge any affection he had for you. No you were just a fly buzzing around his head. An obstacle in the way of his meal.

Soap was growing even more annoyed by the second. The chill in the air was beginning to bite yet Daisy still wasn’t ready, she had texted him 20 minutes ago saying she’ll be down in a minute. He occupied himself with admiring the modern building. It was confusing how she could afford to live in the city center on her playwright salary, though he could tell she was lying when he had asked about her job. He didn’t bother finding out the truth since most humans embellish their lives and she wasn’t going to live long anyways. Finally he sees her exit the building in very expensive looking clothes, Soap wore more of a smart casual outfit instead of his usual tight fitted gym clothes. She had on a Chanel two piece tweed skirt and jacket with a blouse and tights to match. He sees her come running into his arms and catches her. He mentally prepares himself to put up an act as she giggles and places a kiss to his cheek. 

“You have a lot to make up for mister”, she pouts. “Especially after ignoring me for the last couple of days”

“Aye lass ah will take ye out tae eat somewhere nice”, he said handing her the slightly wilted flowers. She takes the flowers and makes a face but quickly fixes her expressions not before Soap had noticed. He decided not to say anything. She smiles and thanks him. Another hook in place.

“Hold on, I need to get my favourite lip gloss out of my car”, she says, fixing her makeup then prancing down the street to where her Audi A1 was. She opens her car to grab her lip gloss from her dash compartment. Soap admires the car but is still confused as to where this kind of money was coming from. It was a fairly new car by the indication of the number plate. She walks back towards Soap, extending her hand for him to take, which he does. It was nearing 10 am so he thought to take her to a cute cafe close by for some breakfast. As they walked Daisy started complaining about her boss, and how her workplace was too blind to recognise her talents. That she’s stuck in a rut doing menial tasks rather than writing what she wanted. Soap couldn’t help but ask when she had gotten her car just to have a change in topic so he didn’t have to listen to her whining. 

“Oh.... I bought it as a gift for myself after graduation”, Soap caught the lie again. It was beginning to get on his nerves. But he plastered on his best smile as he replied.

“Oh ye must have worked very hard tae get yourself through university”, her eyes lit up by his praise 

“It was hard but I got through it”, she said, acting bashfully.

They arrived at the very scenic flower cafe. The place was decorated with flower walls everywhere and the chandelier’s had bluebells cascading down from them. They got a table directly under one of the chandeliers. Daisy was overjoyed and was constantly taking pictures, especially when the food arrived. She typed away at her phone for a while before acknowledging Soaps' presence. She did that quite often. He had noticed it when he had first met her. If the conversation wasn’t about Daisy it wasn’t worth her attention. When she did start talking to him it was to pull out her iPad and show him her latest work. He could tell she was expecting praise and compliments as she looked at him hopefully. Soap was just glad to gain some sustenance as he took her tablet in his hands. She enjoyed her food and talked about her new ideas as Soap focused on her writing. But as he read Soap felt like he was consuming cardboard decorated to look like food. Like when children hand you fake food to eat and you have to pretend to enjoy it. Though nothing had changed in her writing to cause such a drastic change. Her writing style was the same, even the types of characters she wrote were the same but he gained little to nothing from it.  The story was all about the main character who coincidentally resembled Daisy with some minor physical changes. The only time other characters spoke or appeared in a scene was to serve the main character in some way. It left a weird taste in his mouth causing him to remember the drawing you gave him, which had such a sweet warmth to it. Like honey melting on his tongue. He returned her Ipad and said it was decent. Daisy looked disappointed by what he said and was slightly vexed by his change in demeanor. Before he would shower her in compliments, now she wasn’t getting the same engagement. Usually he would tell her he’d let his connections know about her work, giving her the false hope that a big theater would call her to collaborate. She gave him a tightlipped smile before going back to eating and talking about her work schedule.

“You know I called in sick so I could spend time with you, even after you ghosted me for the last few days. I have very important projects coming up”, she says, trying to make him feel guilty. 

“Oh? Ya should have gone tae work then”, he says in a monotone voice drinking his coffee.

He couldn’t find it in himself to put an act up anymore. Or to care about her feelings. The realisation was finally hitting him, he had made a huge mistake in choosing his prey. You had told him you’d make him regret coming into your sister's life, and regret was all he was feeling right now. Had he not asked you for that drawing he would have happily gone through with consuming your sister without a care. But now he had a taste of you, had an indication of what he could sink his teeth into, his body refused to consume the cardboard he was being fed. He pinches his nose looking up at your sister's reaction. She definitely wasn’t pleased by him. He could practically see steam coming out of her ears from the anger that was building up. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do now. He couldn’t pursue you even if he wanted to, especially not after the whole picnic incident. He knew very little about you and he doubted you would fall for any of his usual tactics. And the fact you also had magic now complicated things further. He needed to know more and who better to tell him than your sister. He put on the best smile he could muster up.

“Sorry lass I’ve just had a rough couple of days”, he takes her hand into his and runs his thumb over her knuckles. “You know you never told me much about your childhood, i want to know more about the life you lived”

Her anger slowly fades and a satisfied smile appears on her face, finally getting the chance to talk about herself again. Daisy starts her monologue about the difficulties that she faced growing up in the orphanage. Though Soap wasn’t really interested. He kept on a sympathetic smile just to please her, squeezing her hand from time to time. Every time you were mentioned he tried steering the conversation to get to know more about your childhood but that didn’t last long. She didn’t appreciate Soap asking so many questions about you. Daisy would talk about how popular she was when she came to the orphanage and how the number of children dwindled as time went on. She voiced her frustrations with her foster families, how none of them knew how to take care of her needs properly, so she was sent back to the orphanage. Soap could see jealousy in her eyes when talking about other orphans getting adopted. She would talk about you in a pitying tone calling you a loner, a ‘problem child’ more specifically. Saying she felt bad no one would play or talk to you so she had to step up to be the bigger person. She had implied that no one even considered fostering or adopting you because you caused so much trouble. 

“Even our orphanage caretakers didn’t like her. They kept her busy doing some chores to keep her away from the other children. Maybe if she was kind like me they would have liked her too. But I felt so bad for her so I’d talk to her in private sometimes.”

At this point all Soap wanted to do was chew off his own ears. Maybe silence would fill his stomach. She called you clingy and controlling and said that she wasn’t able to set boundaries because she felt bad for you. She spent the next 10 minutes complaining about all the things she hated about you. How you were greedy with your money, and constantly gave out to her about her little things. How you had a pretentious air about you just because you got a scholarship to an art college. How you had made her stay here even though she got accepted into a nicer university in a different city. 

“Like honestly, I could have gone to a way better university if it weren’t for her. I bet it was because she got that scholarship and didn’t want me doing better than her. Or probably wanted to rub in the fact that her painting career was doing so well once she graduated. I have no idea why they thought she deserved that scholarship with her god awful depressing art. While I had to work for small scraps.” 

Soap was completely fed up at this point. He was seriously considering sewing her mouth shut. Perhaps he’d be able to gain some sanity back. The more Daisy lied the more Soap wanted to find out the truth. He fixes her with his worst glare, using her full name he begins asking her questions and informing her to answer with plain honesty. 

“Tell me the real reason why she had told ye not tae attend the university that ye wanted”.

 His eerily calm voice sent shivers down Daisy’s spine but she was in a hold she couldn’t fight. Like her limbs were immobilised by thread. She felt like a insect wound in webs unable to escape. Waiting for the beast to bite and snap her neck. She saw the danger that threatened to bubble up in his alluring eyes. For the first time she was seeing him for what he truly was, a monster. Her mind glazed over as she was lulled into a false sense of security as her bounds squeezed her tighter looking for answers.

“She couldn’t afford to support me financially, the tuition and housing was too expensive”, she answered in a monotone voice not fully comprehending what she just said. 

“But Ah thought ye said ye worked and saved from a young age tae support yourself?”

“I lied, I only started working after I graduated university, Rún paid for my tuition and bought a condo near the campus so I didn’t need to pay rent.”

“The same condo she lives in now?” 

“Yeah” 

“What else did Rún pay for?” 

“She bought me my current car after I had begged and guilt tripped her before my graduation. She paid for all my school supplies and necessities. She’d give me extra spending money in university when she could afford it. She also sends me money monthly to pay for rent and bills since I can’t afford it on my current salary. Especially after I got fired from my last job.”

Soap could feel his hands ball into fists but kept a controlled expression on his face. He didn’t want to create a scene so he opted to drink his now cold coffee. He hadn’t realised how much of a self-centered bitch she was until now. His hunger had clouded his judgement. He wonders how and why you dealt with her all these years. Why do you have such fierce loyalty towards her? Especially when she treated you like utter shit under her feet. She’s just using you for money. Did you know what she really thought about you?

“Why did ye get fired? 

“Because I was caught having an affair with my boss, his wife had found out when my coworkers complained that my plays were being chosen even though I was only a playwright assistant. So I had to get a job at a different theater.”

“How was Rún able tae pay for everything?” 

“Rún began working when she was 16. She wanted to attend a private art college so she began saving early on. She had quite a lot saved before she graduated from secondary school and worked throughout her time in college. She won some art competitions in school and in college which added to her funds. She started her own online art shop at the end of her degree which generated her more income. But it wasn’t enough to put me through the university I wanted to go to. I told her art wasn’t going to be enough to sustain her life or me through university, that she should keep it as a hobby if she really wanted to do it. So she got a well paying job as a gallery curator with the help of her college. She continued to sell her art on the side and got commissions when she sold other people’s artworks at gala events. She still wasn’t able to afford to pay for my tuition so she asked if I could just stay here unless I wanted to work and take out a loan while in university and she’ll help out as much as she could. I didn’t want to work or take out a loan so I went to the local university instead. Since it was cheaper she used the extra money to buy me whatever I needed in school supplies and other stuff.”

“Sae what ye’re telling me is that yer sister gave up her life sae she could support yer ungrateful ass?”, he looked at her with a stare so hot you’d think the sun took residence in his eyes. Like he was about to burn her very existence. But Daisy was still in a slight trance to fully comprehend the danger she was in, yet Soaps words vexed her greatly. Her anger brought her out of her haze before she went on a rant. 

“She went back to her art eventually, She even got a huge commission from the local library soon after quitting her previous job. They were going to pay her in 6 figures to paint her God awful paintings. I fully supported her pursuing art again even though her art wasn’t even good. Not forgetting all the support she got from her delusional mentors in college. I never understood why she gained so much fame for her paintings. On top of that she had a surplus of money saved that she didn’t even need for college because she got that scholarship. She won so many awards with her mediocre art! I don’t understand why people like her weird art. Her art isn’t even that good! She got a scholarship that she didn’t deserve, she got a great job right after graduating because of her connections. I had to sleep with that bald idiot of a boss to get my work noticed then got fired when I was finally gaining some recognition! Now I have to work as an assistant at a low grade theater that doesn’t even have a good budget for productions. Her life couldn’t be more easier!! Why is it that she gets everything!? What’s wrong with her helping me when she has so much and I have nothing. She made a promise to support me as her sister, she should fulfill it! With the money she’s getting soon she can help publish and promote my work. It’s the least she can do'', she says spitting venom and out of breath from her rant. 

Soap put her back in a stronger trance just to stop himself from attacking her. If he could rip out her throat right this instant he would have but people were starting to look now due to her outburst. So it was better for him to talk to her another day before trouble started brewing. Any guilt he felt about consuming Daisy because of your relationship with her quickly vanished in an instant. You might hate him for it but he was going to get rid of Daisy one way or another. He told Daisy to forget the conversation they just had as he got up to pay. When he came back she was gathering her thoughts. She looked at her phone confused where the time went. He put his ever so charming smile back on as he said he had errands to run and had to leave but the bill was paid. She leaned in for a kiss but Soap didn’t want her anywhere near him so he gave her a pat on her shoulder before leaving. Ignoring her hurt expression. He’ll keep Daisy around for now since he needed more information from her, but by the Seasons he was so fed up with her. He really shot himself in the foot by asking for that drawing or maybe it was a blessing he saw your sister for who she is. He needed to blow off some steam after what he just heard so he went looking for Gaz. He might get drunk later to vent out his frustrations. Might need to go to Price again for advice as well, he should do that first.

-

You had slowly started drifting into a slumber from sheer exhaustion. Your mind was spinning from all the feelings and memories you were trying to suppress. The guilt was eating away at you for having caused another incident but you felt safe in her arms. Witch continued to hold you gently, wiping away the last of your tears. She cradled your head to her chest and she whispered sweet reassuring words as you eventually fell asleep not before whispering something to her. Witch’s eyes shot up to Price, who was still propped up against the wall. At least he had the decency to look guilty. As much as Witch cared for him she couldn’t let this go unpunished even if you had whispered for her not to get mad at him. She looks at the brass watering can laying on the grass empty. She had gotten it in your favourite colour after you had hurt yourself with the iron one a couple years back. She watches your breathing steady as you relax further into her arms. You were littered with small burns everywhere and your choker had gotten damaged too. She felt herself lamenting the current situation, she should’ve just stayed. You already had a rough morning and she was only just able to calm you down. Seeing you in so much pain made her heart ache, especially since she felt like she wasn’t able to help you adequately. Whatever Price had said to you must have pushed you over the edge. Though she was angry she didn’t have the energy to give Price an earful at the moment so she settled on ignoring him. She was about to use magic to carry you inside when Price spoke up, sensing he was in alot of trouble from his love. She had never given him the cold shoulder before.

“Let me carry her inside luv, it’s the least I can do”, Price tries offering but he can see he’s on thin ice.

“I think you’ve done enough”, she said in a clipped tone while she inspected Rún carefully. 

“I’m sorry....I wasn’t tactful when i spoke to her, I should ‘ave waited for you to be home sweetheart. My intention wasn’t to hurt her.”

He hadn’t meant to be so blunt when talking to you. After his conversation with Soap earlier that morning he thought it would be best if you heard the truth and let go of your narcissistic sister. He wanted you to feel more welcome in the fae world especially after hearing about the way you were treated in that orphanage. He hadn’t realized your mental health had deteriorated so rapidly. Looking back at the interaction, you did look more fatigued than last time and your eyes were red from crying. He should have acknowledged the signs before he spoke. He should have been gentler.

He came to see his witch almost every day. He should have known if you were staying, whatever it was that you were going through must have been serious. Today was the first time since Sunday he saw you outside for longer than a minute. Whenever he was around you tended to find an excuse to return inside leaving him and Witch to talk in private. Witch had informed him on Monday that you were resting until you felt better. He had felt your magic within the house, more so when you were awake. It definitely had different characteristics to Witch’s magic but it somehow blended seamlessly into hers with ease. Like spring bleeding into summer. Over the next few days he would hear you mulling around the house doing small tasks peeking your head out when you needed to ask Witch something. You wouldn’t come out to greet him though just quick glances from the back door and then you’d scurry away. He found it cute so did Witch she would smile at your introverted tendencies. He truly felt bad for causing you unnecessary pain.

“I’ll explain what happened.... Please let me help. Using magic on her now might worsen her condition”, he bargained.

Witch felt conflicted. She didn’t want to cause you more pain, on one hand Price was the cause of your current state but on the other she knew in her heart he would never intentionally hurt someone dear to her. Yet she couldn’t help but get angry even after you had told her not to. You were always taking the blame for things that weren’t your fault. It had become a habit by now to diffuse any difficult situations like this. She held you closer as she watched Price approach the back gate, waiting for permission to be allowed in. She could see it in his eyes that he felt bad about what happened and she acknowledged she needed more context if was going to try to help you through this episode. She gave him a nod to allow him in and he didn’t waste a second. 

He closed the gate behind him as he made his way to them. Witch pressed her lips to your forehead as she retreated her hands from around you while Price went to lift you, carefully avoiding your burns. You stirred but didn’t wake. Witch could tell by your painful wimpers, you didn’t like being held. She didn’t have much of a choice at the moment. She wouldn’t have been able to carry you herself without using magic. Maybe you didn’t like the unfamiliarity of Price holding you. To his credit he did try to soothe you.

“You're gonna be ok dear, we’re going to have you looked at.”, he shifted his hold trying to make sure he wasn’t hurting you further. 

But you only calmed down once you heard Witchs voice beside you.  She led Price inside and directed him to the room you were staying in. She had pulled back the duvet for him to lay you down on the bed. While he did that she went to get some burn salve. 

Upon her return Price had a lot of guilt written in his face. He could finally see the extent of the damage done to your skin. Though they weren’t serious burns but they would still sting. Witch approached Rún as she slept and began applying the salve very carefully to her burnt skin. You whined in pain when she would touch a particularly sore spot but settle down after some comforting words from her

“I know honey, I know. I’m almost done”, she carefully removed your damaged necklace to see if your neck was burnt, there were some light burns here and there nothing too serious. She tucks you into bed and places a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room with Price. 

Price followed behind her not knowing where to begin, they arrived at her kitchen where she pulled out a stool at the breakfast counter directly opposite to the stove. Price took the hint and sat down as she made her way towards her cabinets.

Many jars and vials adorned the inside of her rustic shelves. With the range of herbs, spices and blends she had, she’d put world renowned apothecaries to shame. Price was in awe of her not that this was the first he was in her kitchen but just the level of care and dedication she put into her craft was admirable. He still felt really guilty about the situation and wanted to clear the tense air that was manifesting but words evaded him when he needed them most. She took out some lavender tea leaves to steep in her glass teapot as she walked towards her fridge to grab some mulled wine to warm up for Price in a copper pot. As the brews warmed on the stove she turned and faced him leaning against the counter not saying anything. Her eyes were downcast, refusing to look at him.

Price could feel the gears in her head overworking trying to find a rhyme or reason for how everything has played out. He wishes he could brush away the creases on her forehead, wish he could kiss away her every worry even though right now he was to blame. She had a distant look in her eyes. He had opened and closed his mouth countless times by now, unable to find the right words. She had poured and served him the mulled wine in his favorite mug as she strained hers and added some honey to the cup. She returned to her previous stance leaning against the counter facing him. 

The warmth of the cup grounded her mind. She took a long sip letting the heat spread from her stomach to her chest. Slowly finding its way to the rest of her, warming her to her fingertips. She finally was able to return to the present and look up to meet Price’s glacier eyes. She could see the guilt dripping off him. His cup was already half empty.

“You hurt her."

“I.....did”, he said, hanging his head in shame. “It definitely wasn’t my intention, I was trying to warn her.”

“Warn her? Is another fae trying to get to her?”, she looked at him confused. You would have told her if someone was following you. 

Price shook his head. He goes on to explain everything he heard from Soap earlier today. By the end of the discussion, Witch had murder written all over face. Like she was about to commit some very heinous war crimes. She took in a deep breath to calm her anger as Price continued to explain what happened when he spoke with you. And what you had to say about your sister. Witch puts down her cup to rub her eyes in frustration. 

“That fucking bitch! I’d curse her within an inch of her life if I could.”, the house shook slightly with her outburst. 

“You can’t?”, he looked at her over the rim of his cup gauging her reaction.

“It would hurt Rún if she found out, that’s the last thing I want to do”

“Why is she so loyal to a person like that?”

“............”

“Her time at the orphanage was less than ideal”, she goes on to explain a rough history of the life you lived in the orphanage or rather the small portion you were willing to share. The “pranks” the fae would play on you that caused you to become ostracized. She went on to expain the punishments that you endured because of them.

“Unfortunately the effects of that continued even after the seal was put in place”, she had a pained expression on her face. Price just wanted to hold her near at that moment but he stayed quiet and saved his questions for later. 

“It was a difficult time for Rún. They would ground her for months where she wasn’t allowed to leave the orphanage except for school. They wouldn’t even let me come see her. It was even more difficult for her, I don't know how she endured it for so long."

She goes on to explain all the ways Daisy used your isolation and low self esteem to her advantage. And how she guilt tripped you into paying for her everything in the name of sisterhood from the time you started working. Your life slowly started revolving around taking care of your sisters every need, despite your own hopes and dreams. 

“This needs to end, it's gone on long enough”, she had so much hatred written over her as she gripped the counter behind her in anger. The stove lit up as did the candles that surrounded the kitchen. Price got up slowly and silently took her in his arms, rocking her to soothe her anger. She allowed it, needing comfort in that moment. When she had calmed down and the fire had burned low she looked up at him glaring slightly. 

“I should be mad at you”, she says scrunching up her nose putting her hands on his chest creating some distance. While still allowing him to hold her.

“You're not?” he asked, surprised.

“Rún said it wasn’t your fault… that she was just unstable and needed to rest. And I don’t think you meant to hurt her, you wouldn’t have tried to help if you did”, she sighs, relaxing her face.  She stares into his frozen eyes trying to thaw away the ice to find answers she was looking for. But they were already melting without her having to do anything. 

“She’s too kind, a lot like you. It was my fault though, I should’ve been kinder in my approach. I’ll apologize when she’s awake”, he lets out a breath he was holding and places a gentle kiss on her nose. 

“Tell me more about the seal and why it was put in place, I want to help in any way I can.” She felt weightless under his loving eyes, like she was about to float away with his warm breath. Good thing he was holding her in his arms. 

-

They had both took a seat on her sofa with the fire burning lightly in the fireplace directly opposite them. Witch rested her head on his lap as he caressed her hair. There was something comforting about feeling his callused hands on her skin, running down her arms. Her favourite blanket was thrown on her as she held onto one of his arms for support. They stayed like this for a while just basking in each other's presence. Letting their magic intertwine and caress each other. His smoke surrounding her in a cloud.

Your seal wasn’t an easy topic to bring up. The events that had led up to you knocking on her grandmother's door in the middle of the night was an awful incident to recall. But she couldn’t just dive into that. She needed to explain what had led you to make such a drastic decision. She explained she had met you shortly after the car incident with another orphan girl. The isolation from everyone had become much worse after that. Things seemed to get even more dire as your magic became more apparent. The attention and harassment you were receiving from the Fae got extremely bad in your early teens. They never came out in human forms; they just caused trouble for you in the shadows when no one was looking. They were burning through wards and protection charms her family would give you or place in the orphanage. During that time your punishments had become brutal. You were grounded for months on end, forced to eat on your own and were locked in your room. On times you were allowed outside aside from going to school the other children would throw rocks and dirt at you telling you to go away. The caretakers were fed up with dealing with everything by that time and just kept you busy by doing chores, often other peoples chores as atonement for whatever you were blamed for doing. She had to specify that this was only a small recollection of the things you endured. That you hid a lot of the abuse you faced unless it was visible, then you’d have no choice but to tell her. 

“This went on for a really long time, it was almost 6 months when I saw her again and it was in the middle of the night on one of the weekends I stayed with my grandmother alongside my sister. The other orphans were fed up with the ‘problems’ she was causing so they had decided to punish her that night. The older kids had dragged her outside by the hair once the adults were asleep”, she pauses as she squeezes his hand for support which Price returns placing a kiss on her hair. The beams of the house creaked under the pressure of her pain. 

“They taped her arms, legs and mouth...Then took turns beating her. They drenched her with the hose on that cold night, they mutilated her hair with scissors….they cut parts of her body. They left her there locked outside in the middle of the night when they were done tormenting her. With no proper clothes or shoes she had limped down the street to this house after getting the tape off”, Witch looked completely exhausted by just telling that first part of the story. The cottage looked gloomier, more stout if that was possible. Like the walls had moved in. Price tried his best to comfort her but his heart was aching too. He hated that you had to go through that, he also hated seeing Witch in this state.  

“The wards had woken me up as I had heard faint knocking on the door. I had recognised her magic and went to open the door without waking my sister and grandmother. I was scared I hadn’t seen her in so long and now she was knocking on my door in the middle of the night. I had a horrible feeling something had happened. Her body was covered in cuts and bruises, her face was swollen and discolored. Her wrists were raw from prying off the tape. She stood outside shivering from the cold just silently crying. I took her inside not knowing what to do”, Witch just buried her face further into Price’s thigh taking a minute to calm down. He ran his hands over her skin to calm her nerves. It felt like the house was taking breaths with her. 

She told the rest of the story quickly, not able to handle the painful recollection of events. She had tried so hard to get you to rest before making such a rash decision. She had tried getting her grandmother too, thinking she could help better but you wouldn’t allow her to leave your side. You pleaded with such raw emotion for help that she had no choice but to bring out her grandmother's magic books. In the end with some help from a fae magic book you had used your magic to seal away any memories involving fae while also sealing your magic. The house shook with the power of your magic when the seal was placed, waking both her grandmother and sister who had rushed down to the living room to find you unconscious in your brutalized state with her holding you on the verge of tears. Her grandmother had taken over after that after listening to her recall everything that happened. She took care of your wounds and put you to bed in Witchs room with her. Both girls were in no state to be given a stern talking to about what they did. 

“My grandmother gave me an earful the next morning after I had woken up. Rún didn’t wake up for almost 3 days. My grandmother had informed the orphanage of what was done to Rún and threatened to inform the authorities if they didn’t let her stay here until she healed. A caretaker had come once to check the extent of the damages and begged for the police not to be involved, my grandmother agreed on the condition that something like this would never happen again. Her wounds took a while to heal and her head had to be shaved but her time spent in the cottage seemed joyful. She laughed a lot more with me and it didn’t seem like the world was holding her down. Things were better after that but she still didn’t have friends when she returned to the orphanage. They left her alone at least, the fae also stopped bothering her when they couldn’t sense any magic from her. Me and my grandmother would still give her protection charms regularly just in case. Daisy would talk to her only when she needed help with schoolwork or chores and Rún welcomed it since no one else would give her the time of day, things got worse when she started working at 16. Daisy seemed more determined to build a bond then and ask her for money”, she sighs finishing the story

It was a lot to recall for Witch, she looked visibly drained. Price pulled her up into his arms as he held her head against his chest. She melted into his embrace feeling his chest rise with every breath. The thumping of their hearts created a soothing vibration, lulling them in a peaceful headspace. They held each other like that until Price heard her stomach growl. 

“Hungry luv?”, Price let out a chuckle. Looking outside the sun had set, the only light was coming from the burning embers from the fireplace. Casting an orange glow on her beautiful face. Witch raised her head from his chest as she hummed a response, flicking her wrist to turn on the lights. Price had placed her gently on the sofa as he got up to stretch. She wrapped the blanket around her not wanting to lose his warmth. 

“I’ll get us a takeaway, I have to have a quick chat with Soap anyways. I’ll be back soon”, Witch just nodded in response and kissed him gently on the cheek before he apparated to wherever he needed to be. She sat in silence just mulling over her thoughts before she decided to go check up on You.

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[akashababy]

Love Beyond the Cape -Clark Kent x Reader

A passionate journalist with a strong will, Y/N had just started working for the Daily Planet in the busy city of Metropolis. Y/N was an invaluable addition to the team because of her distinctive writing style, which would enthrall the readers. She met Clark Kent, a colleague journalist renowned for his uniqueness, brilliance, and humility, on her first day of work. At first, Y/N thought Clark was a little strange. He was attractive, with a pair of glasses that gave him a charming look, but he was also remarkably quiet and restrained for a man who took on difficult stories and wasn't afraid to tell them like they were.

However, his kindness was undeniable, and Y/N felt drawn to his warm aura. Over time, Y/N and Clark developed a close friendship. They worked together on numerous assignments, and their relationship deepened with shared laughter, late-night work sessions, and shared cups of coffee. Y/N couldn't help but feel a strong connection to Clark, and she had a hunch that he felt the same way. One day, while working late, Y/N discovered Clark's secret. She found the suit—the iconic red and blue costume with the 'S' emblem. She was taken aback and shocked to discover that the modest, introverted Clark Kent was none other than Superman, the protector of Metropolis.

After a moment of astonishment, she understood. His desire for justice and his modest manner all made sense at this point. Y/N was compelled to appreciate him even more. She made the decision to question Clark about his secret. Y/N met Clark on the Daily Planet rooftop in the stillness of the night. She admitted that she was aware of his secret. Gazing at Y/N while standing beneath the stars, Clark's eyes were filled with a mixture of relief and amazement. He no longer needed to hide. That evening, Y/n and Clark Kent not only revealed their emotions for one another but also their secrets.

Clark admitted that ever since their first date, he had been deeply in love with Y/n. He was moved by her passion, her boldness, and her unflinching pursuit of the truth. Y/n gave him her appreciation for his generosity and his dedication to rescuing the world in return. Due to Clark's double existence, their love story is unusual and full of risks and obstacles. However, their relationship outlasted any enemy. They supported one another and bravely and lovingly overcame every obstacle as a team.

Their tale served as evidence that love can blossom even in the most unlikely situations and that true love involves more than simply finding the ideal partner—it also entails overcoming challenges together. Thus, the love tale of Clark Kent and Y/N was not merely about two coworkers falling in love; rather, it was about two souls who understood one another beyond their identities, dispelled prejudices, and stood by one another through hardship. In other words, it was a true case of Love Beyond the Cape.

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[bunnysbrainrot]

Your Rightful Place

Relationship: Crowley x Reader

Content: suggestive language, nudity, sexual content/foreplay

Summary: Years after making friends with the King of Hell, your relationship has taken many strides to get you closer. Now lovers, you feel distant from him as a mere human. Crowley urges you to grow alongside him, pairing the two of you together to become an unstoppable force.

A/N: this was meant to be a smut-free oneshot, but nothing went as planned :P

It was late evening, a glowing moonlight illuminating the floor of Crowley’s master bedroom. You twisted under the silk sheets to face your lover. The two of you had come a long way to get to this point, overcoming many obstacles side by side. It had been tumultuous but worth it. As long as it meant you could be by Crowley’s side to support him.

He gazed at you getting lost in thought, as you often did. A lot more often, lately, though. Crowley smiled knowingly at your slightly furrowed brows and stare intently set on the bed space between you.

“My love,” purred the King. “You seem like you’ve wondered off somewhere.”

Your eyes met his, realizing how deep in your head you had been. Placing a hand on one of his own, you tangled your fingers with his, your tone soft and distant.

“I’m here.”

He raised your conjoined hands and planted a soft kiss across your knuckles. His lips were as soft as the sheets you laid on, the rough stubble around his mouth providing a tickling friction against your skin. You smiled at him and his token of affection.

“You looked like your mind wandered off. Care to clue me in on what’s in that head of yours?” Crowley brushed a loose lock of your hair back to see you fully, framing your face warmly in his hands. Your hand found his again, processing what to say.

“I love you… being with you. What we’ve created and done together, I wouldn’t change for anything,” you started. The King looked at you intently, listening to your every word with earnest.

“Sometimes,” you continued, “I feel like… even though we’re together, and I know that I’m valued. I don’t feel like I’ll ever be equal.”

If Crowley had a true human heart it would’ve broken at your words. Yet, he did understand that pure human emotion: a hint of greed. Or perhaps, that wasn’t that case with you. But he knew humans better, knew that they wanted power. Hell, they had been fighting for it for thousands of years, all creatures had.

Even still, he knew you weren’t a selfish person. At least, not completely self serving. Anything you did was to make yourself stronger to support others. What you said hadn’t surprised him, he could sense that there was much more to you upon meeting all those years ago.

“My darling,” he whispered, “I am…. hundreds of years old. Hundreds. The position I am in was an uphill climb from the start.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer toward him.

“But, being who I am is not easy. I have made decisions, brutal and cruel ones, to have my power. Those kinds of trials… that you would have to endure… it’s not something I would wish upon you.” Though the words struck deep, his voice was kind and sincere.

“I understand. I just,” you cut yourself off, “I think I could do more. Be more than I am. And… I feel like the only way I would do that is with you. Beside you.”

Crowley hummed in acknowledgement as you spoke, raising his eyebrows as he assessed what you said.

“You do realize that you wouldn’t be human anymore, yes? Nothing human has ever matched that level of power. It would be a great toll.”

“I had a feeling you’d say that,” you replied softly, shifting your head closer to his, lips inches apart. The air between you became thick with tension. Would you dare to say what was truly on your mind?

“What are you on about, darling?” He posed to you.

“You can turn me into a demon. If you need to, if that’s what it takes.”

Crowley wore a new expression of shock, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. Your statement hung in the air, more akin to a declaration. The King grazed his fingers along your back with feather-light touch.

“Sweetness, I’m afraid it’s not that simple.”

“But could it be done?”

“Regardless of that, it could be fatal-“

“Can you do it?”

He froze and gave you a stern look, his eyes flashing with a deadly seriousness, “I won’t.”

A pain spread in your chest as his words hit you. There was simply no way for this to happen, not in a way that he would assist you with.

“Darling, if power is what you long for, there are other ways.”

Though tears pooled and fell past your cheeks, you anticipated what he would say next. His expression hardly edged into anything remotely angry, much to your relief.

“What does that mean…?”

“It means,” he drawled lazily, “that there are other powerful entities out there that don’t require that torture of getting to where they are.”

Wherever he was leading with this you had no clue. The rankings of Hell seemed pretty distinct, but it seemed like Crowley was alluding to something else entirely.

“Have you ever imagined yourself working with potions, herbs, and a bubbling cauldron?” Crowley teased you, wiggling his eyebrows.

“A witch? You’re telling me that being a witch would be equivalent.” Your tone fell flat, unamused at his jest. He offered a shrug. “I didn’t think witches could be all that powerful.”

“Make sure to never say that to my mother, or she’d have you coughing out your insides with a single word,” he huffed out a breath with disbelief. It was true, though. His mother had spent centuries studying and evolving in witchcraft, and it had brought her a virtually eternal life and power beyond anything of a standard human.

“I think it would be worth a try. At the very least, safer than whatever foolishness you were thinking about becoming a demon. But, I still have a feeling that there’s something else you’re not telling me.”

That was also true. Although you had broken the ice on the subject, the deepest truth of it hadn’t been said.

You muttered, “I want to feel worthy of being with you. To be able to help you.”

Crowley rolled over until he hovered above you, his arms framing your shoulders. He lowered himself onto you to meet his face to yours.

“You really think you’re not worthy?” To this, you nodded your head slightly, though he smiled. “My love, I can assure you that the thought had never crossed my mind.

You gave him another unamused stare, “Sure it hasn’t.”

The King simply stared, a smile still plastered to his lips, “You can choose to believe me, or not believe me. But, it’s the truth regardless.”

A moment passed before he spoke again.

“You want to be my Queen, don’t you? Is that what you want?”

You froze beneath him, not sure how to reply. But your silence gave Crowley the answer he needed. Suddenly his lips crashed to yours, moving in a languid rhythm that brought a hum out of you. He broke away enough for your lips to part.

“And what if I did make you Queen? To let you rule by my side, it would be quite the role,” he murmured against your jaw, climbing his way to the soft spot under your ear. You wriggled beneath him at the sensation while a creeping blush spread across your cheeks.

His voice became more gravelly than before, rattling against your neck, “Picture it, sweetheart. You and me… on the throne, the epitome of elegance and power. Yes… I can picture it now.”

As his mind began to wander so did his hands. Crowley rested his weight on one arm while the other was free to roam over you - across your collarbone to your chest, from each perked nipple down to your stomach, stopping just above the tightening between your thighs. You let out a bated breath, once again overcome by his touch. Crowley breathed a laugh against your skin.

“Can you imagine the ways I could fuck you senseless on that throne? I can. And it… is… glorious.”

His mouth moved downward, leaving slow kisses along the way before reaching your breasts. Your back arched into his touch in an attempt for more friction. Crowley let out a laugh against a perk nipple, resting between his lips while his tongue lapped in circles across the bud. A cry fell past your lips.

“It fits, you know,” he muttered against your supple skin, “you being by my side. A Queen. The potential you hold, my dear…”

A stray finger made a path up your thigh, skirting upward to your sex, aching for him. He passed a single digit through your folds, a soft cry falling past your lips at the touch to your swollen clit.

Crowley raised his head from your chest to gaze at you, a longing look in his eyes. He hadn’t looked this entranced in a while, and it was only whenever he was with you. You gave him a breathy smile, your eyes half lidded with lust.

“Yes,” whispered the King, “You would make a perfect Queen.”

He dipped lower toward your thighs, “Absolutely perfect.”

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Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed, let me know; I have plans for this to become a series if you would like to see it happen. Happy reading!

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Love in the Line of Fire

(Ch.2)

Story Summary: Two of the most powerful women in the world, Shuri and Y/N, have a bond that is both unusual and intense. As S.H.I.E.L.D. assassins, they have seen and done things that most people can't even imagine. Despite the obstacles they face as women and as lovers, they have proven time and time again to be a powerful force to be reckoned with, but when they are assigned to take each other out, everything changes. Despite their promise to never become pawns for S.H.I.E.L.D, they find themselves caught in a storm of conflicting emotions as they face the ultimate test of their loyalty to each other and to the agency. With their passionate marriage at stake, the reader and Shuri must navigate a treacherous world of political intrigue and danger, where the lines between friend and foe are blurred, and their survival hangs in the balance. Will they be able to overcome their differences and work together to survive, or will their love for each other be their downfall?

Series Warnings: Knife play, mentions of death, smut (eventually), fighting, etc..

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Word count: 4.7K

Author’s note: LMAO NOT THIS COMING 4 MONTHS LATE 👀 anyways I hope y’all enjoy and let me know what you think ☺️🫶🏼

Sincerely,

M.

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6:00 AM 

Wake up. Act normal no matter what.

Ignorance is bliss. The past night, the phone call, everything that has transpired since – none of this is real. Instead, I am choosing ignorance. I choose to lay in bed today, waking up alone as usual, staring at the cracked glass on the window we still haven’t fixed yet. In laying here, I choose to ignore what Shuri and I are and focus on what we were. The night we met, our first “date”, the night she proposed and we promised each other to never become the people we are now, the night we got married, even the night we found out I was pregnant. Maybe I’ve been ignorant this whole time. Maybe I was so sold on what we could be that I never enjoyed us for what we were. The night we met, we bonded over the pain of losing family and, in the process, losing ourselves. No one ever understood what I felt except her. She felt everything I felt in a place no one can visit but us. When she left Wakanda to M’Baku’s rule, she secretly promised to never return. The pain she felt being in her homeland superseded any want to stay in touch with everything that molded and made the woman she is. The woman I fell in love with. Although I never met her before the pain, I can feel who she was in the moments when it's only us. When we are quietly sitting in our room, solely listening to each other’s hearts, I can hear how her’s used to beat differently. The space in between where her heart races slightly like that of a kid. When it skips a beat, I can feel her in the past. Although I never met this version of her that didn’t experience pain, I fell in love with that person. Most importantly, in those moments where her heart beats, I can hear the fear barricaded deep, only coming out slightly, almost unrecognizable in each exhale of breath from her tired lungs. The fear of losing anyone she even attempts to care about. She took every emotion and trained herself to keep people at arms length, never getting close to anyone no matter their persistence or the attraction felt. Then I came along.“You ruined my plans.” One night as we sat atop the tallest building in a city in Columbia, staring at the skyline after finishing an intense mission, Shuri uttered those words to me. When I just stared at her waiting for a further explanation, she finally turned her gaze to me, a look that I couldn't quite decipher plagued her sharp features. Grief? Admiration? Both? “Becoming enamored with you wasn’t supposed to happen, usana.” Shuri spoke hushed, breaking my concentration on solving her. I attempted to solve everything in life and Shuri was the one puzzle I could never fully understand. That’s when it hit me. Shuri couldn’t be solved by me alone because, according to her, I am the piece that completes her. That is what makes her different from everyone else. Shuri and I are two parts of one grand art piece. I realized in that moment that the same look, feelings, and everything else she was giving me, was the exact same thing I gave her. We are a mirrored version of love that I have never heard of. 

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8:20 AM 

Call out. Assassins need a day off too.

The bed sank and I moved my gaze over from the window to the alarm clock next to the bed. I then felt two strong arms wrap around me as I laid on my side, one arm briefly coming up to move my untamed curls out of my face before settling back around my waist, interlocking hands with the one that snaked its way through by going under my body. I felt a chaste kiss placed against my forehead before her cheek slowly pressed flat against mine after. A deep, soft sigh left her body as I saw our reflection in the window. My wife. In all her glory. Before Shuri I didn’t believe in Gods, or anything for that matter, but every time I see her face,it's as if the shadows themselves retreat in reverence, acknowledging her ethereal beauty that transcends mortal realms. Her presence eclipses the very essence of my being, a constant reminder of the abyss that awaits us all. And yet, with every stolen glance at her, I'm reminded that even in the midst of this fleeting existence, a specter of happiness lingers, entwined with the impending darkness.

“You should’ve left for work by now.” I said in an assertive tone.

Silence. That is what my words were met with. Although the silence was deafening, so much was understood. Red flashes and Alerts went off in my head alerting me that she was as conflicted as me. Suspicion rose but Shuri is smarter than that. I know this woman from cover to cover. I have studied her in every way possible, she's stronger than me in some ways while I severely outrank her in others. Whenever she gets a new target, she learns everything about them but has she ever been in a predicament where she already knows her target better than anyone else? More importantly, what would she do if placed in that predicament? I turned slightly, now laying on my back, so I could look God herself in the face. She held onto me without issue but when I looked at her, her gaze remained on the cracked glass. Studying her features, she is just as conflicted as me. For a moment, I imagined following through with my assignment, taking away the one I love. Her heart that I have studied for years listening to every beat as a lullaby just… stopping. It’s almost as if I cursed God because for a moment I couldn’t hear it. I couldn’t feel it. My gift was taken from me in an instant. Her heart stopped beating. My heart stopped beating. She finally looked down at me and looked over my stoic face and features, hiding every emotion swimming behind my facade. She spoke so gently that if I breathed, I would’ve missed it.

“Bast, you’re so beautiful” Shuri spoke before leaning down slowly to kiss me with a ferocity that shocked my conflicted heart back to life. Every scarce moment our lips parted, we breathed life into one another. How could I kill my lifeline? My own personal anecdote to any pain I experience in this dangerous world. Our lips separated abruptly when Shuri’s hand found its idle place around my neck, squeezing tightly for a moment causing me to gasp while her lips curled upwards in an appeased and fascinated way. Our eyes found one another like magnets, both of us trying to break down the walls behind our dark irises. For a moment, I see a replay of our life through her. Much like the cracked glass in the window to our left, we both have a broken look that desperately wishes for repair. I saw it in that moment, our makeshift wedding that to everyone may have looked like a hot mess but for us… for us it was everything. The old record player was stuck on one song that played over and over again and for the whole night, Shuri and I danced to it as if it was the first time it played. Everyone eventually left but Shuri and I stayed and danced slowly, our foreheads pressed against one another, one of my arms around her tall frame while the other found her hand and interlocked our fingers. Her arm and hand placements mirrored mine with her arm around my waist, resting her hand on the small of my back. She occasionally lifted her head from its meeting with mine to kiss my forehead and whisper promises of tomorrow that neither of us kept. In her eyes I see the fountain she proposed to me by. I see the hearts of two broken kids, molding together to create one heart that beated for them both. Shuri was a giggling mess, watching me throw coins into the fountain to make wishes as she did the same. It was so infectious the way her smile wrapped and the sounds of her blissfully happy by us playing “hookie” with SHIELD, thinking no one knew where we were. I couldn’t help but smile looking at her and asking what was so funny. She looked me in the eyes and for a moment, the world stopped. She walked towards me and grabbed my hands and asked me to spend the rest of my life with her. It was that moment that changed it all for us. That was the moment we became the us we wanted. Looking up from Shuri’s eyes, I see the small wrinkles on her forehead due to the sleepless nights she spends in the lab with her eyebrows furrowed. The same lab she worked upwards a year to create a way to produce our then miracle. The miracle that was stripped away from my body because of one mission that I swore to Shuri I could handle, simply out of spite for trying to bench me. I am one of the most powerful people in the world and I lost everything to the hands of one careless, miserable lowlife. No, that is false. We lost it all to my pride. Shuri attempted to recreate the process but it was no use, the cuts to my abdomen won’t ever allow me to carry a child. Our child. That moment is what made us who we are. Maybe ignorance has always been our bliss. Shuri pulled me out of our memories by caressing my face lightly,

“Tell me usana, what is wrong?” Shuri whispered as if her volume would shatter this picture we are stuck in.

The smile I gave is laced with grief, “Why do you ask questions that you know the answers to?” 

She looked down before meeting my gaze again, appearing as if she was trying to chase the confidence to continue on, “You didn’t come downstairs.” 

Shuri’s statement disguised itself as a question. What she truly said in her deflection was, “You and I are feeling the same and I couldn’t leave either” but, she’ll never say that.

“Took a day off.” My response was one of true irony. There are no days off as an esteemed assassin.

Shuri chuckled at my response before getting up, removing the warmth between us and allowing the fog that her presence brings my brain to clear up. I know she never got to process in the way she wanted because Shuri never allowed herself to feel genuine grief after her mother passed. She pushes it away and into work. I have no room to judge because I do the same. Shuri turns her grief into pure anger and motivation towards fulfilling every target mission assigned to her. Makes me the perfect target, right? 

“SHURI!!” I screamed as I felt my body get lifted off the bed suddenly, Shuri displaying her undeniable strength from the herb as she carried me to the bathroom, sitting me on the illuminated counter.

“Get ready, we have to get to a meeting to discuss The Consortium,” Shuri says before pecking away my obvious pout at being removed from my designated spot for the day, “And don’t get back into that bed.” She said sternly, arms on either side of me as she leveled her gaze with mine. 

“Or what exactly?” I responded, crossing my arms with a tiny grin finding its way across my lips. 

She smirked slightly, “I’m sure you’d like to know but I promise you don’t want to find out.” She said, getting to my face as I bit my lip, equally moving to close the distance. She stopped suddenly and popped my thigh before retreating and turning towards the door,

“Ngoku!” (Now). Shuri shouted behind her, missing my sharp eye roll. I turned slightly to look at my appearance, almost scared to see what stared back at me. Upon first glance, my hair is unruly and pointing in every possible direction, the bags under my eyes brim a steep purple, and the frown lines are so deep that it appears a smile has never graced my lips. Traveling deeper, the story in my eyes says differently. My eyes bore a dark gaze but swimming past that, you can see the slight golden hue that screams of a time that bliss was all I knew. I hopped off of the counter and did what I do every morning, I slightly raised my shirt viewing the slowly healing reminder of what could have been.

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10:00 AM 

Suck it up. Assassins need a day off too.

Being in a place that feels so foreign yet nostalgic is exactly what I am experiencing at headquarters. Yesterday was a normal day until I got that call asking me to end her life. I made my way to Fury’s office after pretending to be interested in paperwork for the mission regarding "The Consortium." While walking, everything felt like it was in slow motion. The anger, confusion, and guilt is making me paranoid. Everyone is staring at me. Everyone knows. No, no one knows and no one is staring but my heart is racing a mile per minute and the palms of my hands are sweating gallons of water, further making me dizzy from the inevitable feeling. I’m scared. Arguably, the greatest assassin in the world is…  scared. Fuck that, I am petrified. As I mustered the courage to regain my composure, I knocked twice on Fury’s door to alert I’m coming in regardless of whether he’s busy or not. Opening the door, I felt all color flush from my face and the strings holding my heart together finally gave way, allowing it to plummet to my ass. Shuri’s back was faced to me, hushed toned conversations ceased and Fury deadlocked his gaze onto mine. Without moving any other muscle, Shuri gently turned her neck to the side, still looking at the floor over her right shoulder before slowly moving her eyes up at the wall. Like a machine, she changed in a mere moment to a warm smile, “Did you need something, Usana?”  

Oh.My.God.

My Lifeline is trying to Kill me.

How could I be so stupid? Of course if I got the call, so did she.

She used grief to distract me.

My question is answered. 

What does Shuri Udaku do when she already knows her target? She makes you believe she doesn’t.

“I had a few questions about the paperwork on my desk and Agent Hill mentioned Fury wanted to see me yesterday.” Everything was moving in slow motion. Shuri simply nodded her head once and then proceeded to turn back towards Fury for a moment before turning her whole body towards me with an expression that could trick a snake into thinking nothing was wrong. Her warm smile only lit the fire further that is burning inside of me, full of pure furry. She walked towards me and kissed my forehead which proceeded to remind me to play dumb for just a moment. I smiled up at her and she matched it back while looking at me with low eyes before she made her exit.

My smile faded away as I stared at the man across the room who is actively trying to make my Wife and I’s recent encounter nothing more than a bittersweet memory given his game of elimination. I opened my mouth ready to let the fire within me burn the very walls of S.H.I.E.L.D to hell. 

That’s when it finally clicked.

As quickly as I opened my mouth, I shut it. I could confront Fury and potentially make a bigger mess or I could play along for a bit and figure out where this sudden urge to kill off the best people on his team arose from. For the sake of everything I have worked for, it is surprisingly morbid how I imagined what death would feel like. In the few seconds between my thought process and final choice, I thought about what death would truly feel like? Would it be like a break? A long vacation? Would it be lonely or decorated with all the best moments of my life? Would it be dark and punishing? Would I burn in the eternal fire that some have banished me to from the moment I kissed my now wife? In this moment I let today’s theme of allowing ignorance to be bliss dictate the bold decision I made next.

“There was a letter on my desk about new information concerning The Consortium?” I asked with a stone clad face, shielding me and my true emotions from the likes of him. 

“After seeing your wife standing in here suspiciously, that’s your first question is?” Fury eyed me inquisitively with amusement lacing his words.

“ I stated that that was the reason I came in here. Is there something about my wife’s presence in her boss' office that is suspicious to you that you’d like to share?” I spoke with pure absolution. Fury smiled and took a seat. After a few seconds of silence, Fury motioned me to sit across from him. 

“What about the letter is confusing Agent Udaku? I’m sure all the need to know information is stated clearly in the document.” Fury was doing this on purpose, he knew what I really wanted to discuss but I know better. 

“The document is mostly blacked out. I have top clearance, why is it that I don’t have a copy of the sheet before alterations?” Fury sat back with his arms crossed as his head tilted a bit, studying me and my words.

“I take it your wife hasn’t informed you?” He stopped for a moment sensing the confusion I was displaying through my facial expression, “How she was just made in charge of the case entirely and decides who has clearance to any and all information?” 

There it was again. The fire that was beginning to ash out was ignited again with a flamethrower. The hearty laugh from Fury is only furthering the intensity of the flames. He took my silence as his hint to continue talking his shit,

“You really weren’t aware of your own wife’s newest promotion? Well to make it simpler, she’s your boss so take up clearance with her.” Fury stated while sitting up and discarding my presence as he started fumbling through papers on his desk. My thoughts began to drift but soon my focus was brought back by Fury snapping in my face from his seat,

“Y/N? You can go now… if that was all, of course?” He looked at me with the same questioning look he had earlier.

Without a word I stood and began to walk out but before completely exiting, I heard the light laughter coming from Fury but I’m not too fazed, those who laugh now will cry harder later and it is my dying mission to bring Fury to his knees in tears. 

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1:20 PM 

Lunch. Try not to kill the Wife.

After all was said and done with Fury, I walked back to my desk and thought about everything that was shared with me. Questions flooded me from all directions. Of all things to keep from me, why would Shuri keep her promotion from me? Why would she limit my clearance? Is that what she was guilty about or was it the new target call? Did she get a new target call? If she’s willing to keep something relatively small from me, what else is she hiding from me? Do I still know my wife? Have I ever?

The questions were getting too much and distracting me from rational thinking, so much so that I ended up in front of Shuri’s office door and I hadn’t even realized until the name Udaku and my eyes were a straight line from each other. I raised my hand to knock on the door and lowered it immediately. I closed my eyes and allowed the anger to drive my sweaty hand right back up to the door and knock. A strong enter was heard, moving my hand for me to the doorknob and turning it open. There she was, in all her glory. Sitting at her desk in front of her floor to ceiling windows with the sun glistening on her soft skin. Head low as she sat back in her chair, reading a document. Gold rimmed reading glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, curls perfectly set atop her head, jaw flexing to show its God-like resemblances. Sleeves were rolled up on her silk dress shirt, displaying all her wonderful tattoos, our matching vibranium tattoo, in place of a ring, shun like pure metal in the sun. Her gaze moved up to my eyes as she lowered the paper down. 

“So beautiful.” She spoke in a low voice. The irony. I smiled slyly at her comment before moving closer to her and walking around her desk to be on the same side as her. She rolled her chair back a bit to allow me between her and the desk. I moved to sit on the desk in front of her and used my heeled foot to pull her chair closer. She smirked as she neared me, placing the paper on the desk next to me as she placed her hands on my thighs, slowly inching them up and forcefully parting them at the top. My bottom lip that was placed in between my teeth released itself as response to her action, moving to spread into a smile as she stood, now standing between my parted thighs, hands still placed on my thighs, rubbing them as she got closer. Her lips grazed mine as hers spread into a smile matching the sultry one on my face. I moved my arms up to wrap around her neck while my hands found solace in her curls. She moved her hands to trace the line of the underwear under my black dress  I should be wearing but to her surprise, there was nothing in the way of her and me. She smiled and finally connected our lips in a hungry kiss. As a false sense of security, I let her believe I was putty in her hands as our tongues began their dance of domination but just as her hand began moving down a bit further, I pulled rather hard at her curls, disconnecting our lips with a line of spit connecting them. Her hand halted its movements but never moved from its comfortable spot. 

“Why did you stop me, my love? Hmm? We were getting to the good part.” Shuri stated as her eyes moved down to where her hand was continuing its journey. 

“Look at me.” I commanded. Her eyes slowly moved back up to, taking in everything between my eyes and her hand.

“Why did you alter my clearance on The Consortium case?” Shuri’s eyes changed for a moment as her movements halted, millimeters away from my core. She looked down and back up, revealing the same look in her eyes before I said anything. She stood still for a moment before removing her hand and placing it on my thigh, mirroring her other hand. My fingers still locked into her hair as she sighed.

“My love, it was for your own good.” Without even a moment in between, I responded,

“Says who? Fury? I am entirely capable-” She cut me off with a tight squeeze to both of thighs,

“Me.” 

“You what?”

“I am the one who decided it, no one else.” I removed my hands from her head and folded them across my chest. Pissed is an understatement.

“After the last mission, you have been lost. You don't even want to talk about-”

“So that’s what it is,” I unfolded my arms and my expression changed, it all makes sense now, “ You are mad at me because I lost it.”

Shuri looked offended at my words as if acid was thrown on an open wound. She moved back, removing her hands and sitting back down in her chair, leaning back. We sat in silence but I needed her to say it.

“Admit it… Say it… SHURI-”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?” Silence clouded over us again. After a few moments, Shuri began giggling and then full on laughing. I sat there, staring at her. This went on for a while until she finally looked back up at me with tears in her eyes but they weren’t from laughing.

“Y/N I am not mad at you for losing… I am not mad at you at all. I am mad at myself.  I am fighting with the fact that I didn’t see him coming. I am mad at the way I stood there, shocked, as you stared at me when the knife made contact. I am mad at MYSELF for telling myself that you were still pregnant so I could sleep. I am mad at myself for picking out names with you. I am mad at MYSELF because I can’t change what happened, I can’t take away the pain, I can’t give you hope of trying again, I can’t-” Shuri abruptly stopped and wiped the tear cascading down her face. 

My face mirrored hers with tears brimming in my eyes, I snorted them away while quickly looking away and wiping my eyes to eliminate the possibility of a tear dropping, revealing the hurt and truths I too struggle with. Shuri stood again and walked back between my thighs, lightly grabbing my face to move my gaze back to hers. My folded arms dropped into my lap as she kissed my wet eyes.

“Baby I can’t give you clearance because I can’t lose you too” Shuri’s eyes bore into mine, dripping her sincerity into my soul. We sat there staring at each other until I reached my arms up and caressed her face with my hands.

“My love, I understand where you are coming from but you can’t decide for me nor keep me from working. Doing this, doing what we do… that’s all I know.” She smiled solemnly at me, bringing our foreheads together as we both closed our teary eyes,

“Losing the ones I love is all I know.”

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5:15 PM 

Go Home. Assassins have tough days too.

The ride home was silent other than the soft music playing. Silence seems to be our theme of the day next to the affirmation of “ignorance is bliss.” As Shuri drove, I looked outside at the sky and all the different colors that make the evening beautiful. “Be my Summer” by Snoh Aalegra played softly  as Shuri sat manspread at the wheel with one hand on the wheel and the other caressing my hand in her lap. After the interaction in the office, Shuri had a call and I left after placing a kiss on her cheek. The truth is I wanted to promise that I’d never leave her. I wanted to promise that I would never die but making promises like that hold no water. The truth is I don’t know when I’ll depart. I was made for this life and don’t know how to exist outside of it. Shuri and I tried to leave this life and pursue a blissful one  and look where that landed us. The truth is, I don’t know if Shuri got that damn call or not but I know that I did. I looked over at Shuri whose mind was somewhere other than here too. God she is so beautiful. How can I ever finish this mission? Killing her would kill me. I took off my seatbelt without looking away from her. This caused her head to turn and her gaze to meet mine. She looked confused as I got on my knees on the seat, moving my hand that is not intertwined with hers to caress her cheek as I leaned in and connected our lips. The kiss was soft and light. She drew circles into my hand, still intertwined with hers as our lips worked unanimously in sync. She pulled away for a moment,

“Griot, enable autopilot mode.” She said as our eyes remained on one another as I rubbed my thumb back and forth on her cheek. “Yes, Panther.”

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I'm so sorry I made you wait that long and I'll try not to do it again! Next chapter will be smut soooo 😁 okay bye have a great day :)

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Abuses there are, to be sure, wrongs to be righted, sorrows to be comforted; these are obstacles to be met and overcome. But as far back as I can remember the old times were good times; they have been good all down thru the years, full of love and service, of ideals and achievements--the future is in our hands to make of it what we will. Love and service, with a belief in the future and expectation of better things in the tomorrow of the world is a good working philosophy; much better than, "in olden times--things were so much better when I was young." For there is no turning back nor standing still; we must go forward, into the future, generation after generation toward the accomplishment of the ends that have been set for the human race.

-Laura Ingalls Wilder, "As a Farm Woman Thinks (1)", Missouri Ruralist, June 15, 1921

#laura ingalls wilder #gaskell theory of mental health #kind of shocking how young an age people fall into this mindset these days #there's a bleak fatalism that has struck all of us very young #so this is a very relevant quote

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 372. brb x oc

a/n: this fucking gif should be illegal (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: kinda suggestive,nothing more

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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1 hour before the ceremony.

Rooster fixed his tie with less nervousness than when he got married, flip,tug, pull, it’s done. He takes a look at himself, then fixes his collar before he runs his fingers through his hair. Beatrice was getting done outside, letting him know she was checking on the kids while he busied himself.

He inhales, running his hands down his crisp white shirt and then exhaling once he was done looking at himself. It’d be fine. He knows that, it’s just another promotion in his life…a promotion that, honestly he always hoped for but now it was hard to imagine.

Lieutenant-Commander.

Fuck.

He clears his throat, tightening his belt around his waist as he tugs his white pants up. He just looks outside the bathroom window, seeing the loose leaves falling from the trees. It was October after all,seasons were changing…and he kept looking. He just stared at it, time went by so fast, he made peace with Mav, then met Bea, they dated then got married and now had three kids…and his oldest was one year old already.

He just flexes his hands, then looks back at his reflection. His tie was crooked…damn it.

Rooster let out a frustrated sigh as he reached up to straighten his tie once more, the fabric feeling unfamiliar and stiff against his fingertips. He couldn't shake the nerves that prickled at the back of his neck, the weight of the impending ceremony bearing down on him like a heavy burden.

Lieutenant-Commander.

The title still felt surreal, a dream he had always imagined coming true. And here he was, on the brink of achieving one of the highest ranks in the military.

But with the excitement came a wave of apprehension, the fear of the unknown creeping in as he stood there alone in the bathroom. What if he wasn't ready for this level of responsibility? What if he failed to live up to the expectations placed upon him?

Rooster shook his head, banishing the doubts that threatened to cloud his mind. He had worked too hard to let self-doubt derail him now. He had proven himself time and time again, rising through the ranks with enough determination and stubbornness it’d put a mule to shame.

As he stared at his reflection in the mirror, Rooster couldn't help but feel a swell of pride in his chest. He had come a long way from the young recruit who had first stepped foot into the Navy all those years ago. He had faced adversity head-on, overcoming obstacles and challenges with resilience and…well, enough perseverance he wouldn’t lose his mind.

And now, as he stood on the cusp of a new chapter in his career, Rooster knew that he was ready. Ready to lead, ready to inspire, ready to make a difference in the lives of those under his command.

And his tie was still crooked. “Fuck.”

“Roos.” Bea knocks on the door, “You okay in there?”

Rooster's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Beatrice's voice,and he took a deep breath, willing himself to push aside the lingering nerves as he turned to face the door.

"Yeah, babe, I'm okay," Rooster replied, "Just... struggling with this damn tie."

Beatrice's gentle laughter echoed through the bathroom door, her warmth seeping through the cracks as she spoke. "Let me help you with that," she offered, her tone filled with affection.

Rooster felt a rush of gratitude flood his chest at Beatrice's offer, the weight of his anxiety lifting slightly at the thought of her by his side. He quickly undid the knot of his tie and opened the door, stepping out into the hallway to find Beatrice waiting for him with a soft smile.

"Thanks, gorgeous–woah.," he  widens his eyes, leaning back to see her full outfit. A beautiful,beautiful, dark red sheath dress that hugged her curves like a vice and went down to her feet,lace cap sleeves on her shoulders and her soft brown hair pulled up into an elegant bun with tiny little pearl pins keeping it together “...damn, look at you.”

Her cheeks reddened under the peach colored blush, and she gives a little turn, “Do I look nice?”

Rooster's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of Beatrice, his heart skipping a beat at her beauty. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, the way the dress clung to her curves in all the right places, the way her hair was pulled up, the way her eyes sparkled with warmth and affection.

"You look absolutely stunning, Bea," Rooster breathed, his voice filled with awe. "Like a vision."

Beatrice's cheeks flushed even deeper at Rooster's words, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She fidgeted with the hem of her dress, suddenly feeling self-conscious under Rooster's intense gaze.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted to look nice for you, for this...for your big day."

Rooster's heart swelled with love at Beatrice's words, his chest tight . He reached out to gently cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her soft skin as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips.

"You always look beautiful, Bea," Rooster whispered against her lips, his voice filled with love. "But tonight, you've outdone yourself. You take my breath away." he holds up his hand while clasping hers, “One more turn?”

She laughs but obliges, giggling as she turns and he immediately whistle quietly, furrowing his brows with an appreciative ‘woo’ under his breath, “Stop.” she playfully swats his chest, “I’m here to help you with your tie,LC.”

Rooster couldn't help but chuckle  "Sorry, sorry," he said with a grin, "I just can't help myself when I see you looking so beautiful."

Beatrice rolled her eyes affectionately, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she reached up to adjust Rooster's crooked tie. She worked quickly and skillfully, her fingers nimble as she deftly straightened the fabric and tightened the knot.

"There," she said with satisfaction, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "Perfect."

Rooster smiled gratefully at Beatrice, feeling a rush of gratitude wash over him. "Thanks, babe," he said, his voice filled with appreciation. "You always know how to make everything better."

Beatrice's smile softened, her eyes shimmering with love as she gazed up at Rooster. "I just want everything to be perfect for you," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth. "You deserve the world, Roos."

"I already have everything I need with you by my side," Rooster murmured against her skin, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're my guiding light. I couldn't do this without you."

Beatrice's eyes shimmered with tears at Rooster's heartfelt words, her heart overflowing with love for him. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close as she buried her face in his chest - thant god for setting spray or else his white shirt would be ruined -, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips.

"I love you, Roos," Beatrice whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "More than words can express."

Rooster held Beatrice close, his arms wrapped protectively around her as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I love you too, Bea," he whispered back, his voice filled with emotion. "More than you'll ever know."

“More than I’ll ever know?”

“Yes ma’am.”

She smiles, looking back at him and cupping his cheek, “The kids are alright, watching tv with Mav,right now. He got here early.” she says ‘And I came in to check on you…how are you feeling,Roos?”

He leaned into her touch, his eyes meeting hers as his brows furrow "I'm feeling... nervous," Rooster admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But also excited. This is a big moment for me, and I want to make sure I do everything right."

Beatrice's eyes softened with understanding, her fingers gently brushing against Rooster's cheek in a soothing gesture. "You'll do great, Roos," she reassured him, her voice filled with confidence. "You've worked so hard for this, and you deserve every success that comes your way,remember?"

“I know,gorgeous.”

“Good.” she smiles, smoothing his shirt a bit, “Now, remember, inhale,” she inhales for emphasis, “Exhale, smell the flower, blow the candle.”

Rooster chuckled softly at Beatrice's reminder, her calming presence helping to ease the tension that had settled in his chest. "Right, right," he replied, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. "Smell the flower, blow the candle."

Beatrice smiled, her eyes shining with pride as she looked at Rooster. "That's it," she said softly, her voice filled with encouragement. "You've got this, Roos. Just take it one step at a time."

“I know,Bea," Rooster said gratefully, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Beatrice smiled, her heart swelling with love for her husband. "You'll never have to find out," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth. "Now, we still have some time before we leave.” she says, “Is there anything else I should know? That my parents should know?”

Rooster leaned back slightly, back touching the sink, considering Beatrice's question. He appreciated her concern and attention to detail, knowing that she always had his best interests at heart. "Hmm, well," he began, tapping his chin thoughtfully, "I don't think there's anything else they need to know specifically. But if they have any questions or concerns, I'll make sure to address them."

Beatrice nodded in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "That sounds good," she replied, her voice soft. "I just want everything to go smoothly for you, Roos. You've worked so hard for this moment, and I want your special day to be perfect."

“It will, you’ll be there,right?” and he winks and her insides melt.

She just huffs softly, playing with the little necklace he gave her - the movement making his eyes lock on the shining pendant, “I’m kinda nervous myself.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,I mean,’ she shrugs, “I…just want everything to go well for you…and I want the kids to be okay too,I…I just don’t want to mess anything up.”

Rooster's smile softened albeit his brows were worried and he reached out to gently cup her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against her cheeks as he looked into her eyes.

"Hey, it's okay," he murmured softly,  “You’ll do fine.” she grumbles quietly, “Hey,gorgeous,you won’t be alone there, Mav will be there, as will Shells and the Daggers. You’ll be okay.”

“...what do I do if some…Admiral's wife comes to talk to me?”

Rooster's smile widened at Beatrice's question, touched by her vulnerability. He could see the apprehension in her eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to ease her worries.

"If an Admiral's wife comes to talk to you, just be yourself," Rooster reassured her, his voice gentle. "You're charming, witty, and intelligent. Just engage in conversation like you would with anyone else. And if you're unsure about anything, you can always lean on me or Mav for support."

Beatrice nodded, her expression softening as she absorbed Rooster's words. "Okay, I can do that," she said with a small smile, "Thank you, Roos."

Rooster leaned in to press a tender kiss to Beatrice's forehead, his heart swelling with love for her. "Anytime, gorgeous," he murmured, his voice filled with warmth. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

“I know.” she sighs, then looks back at the window, “...do we need to be fashionably early?”

Oh she was still worrying.

She’s so cute.

Rooster couldn't help but chuckle at Beatrice's concern, finding her adorable in her worry. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"You're adorable when you worry, you know that?" he teased gently, his voice filled with affection. "But no, we don't need to be fashionably early. It's better to be on time than to rush and stress ourselves out."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, her worries easing at his reassurance. She leaned into his embrace, finding solace in his comforting presence. "Okay…if you say so LC.”

“I know so.” he smirks, “...it’ll be fine. it’ll be okay,Bea. If you feel uncomfortable, then we can leave as soon as my ceremony is done.”

“...I don’t want to do that though… I mean unless the kids want to go and–”

"Okay, then we'll stay for as long as you feel comfortable," he agreed, his voice soft and reassuring. "But just know that if you ever need to leave, we can do that too. Your comfort and well-being are my top priorities, always."

"Thank you, Roos," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion. "You always know how to make me feel better."

Rooster pressed a gentle kiss to Beatrice's forehead, his heart swelling with love for her. "That's what I'm here for," he whispered, his voice soft and tender. He looks back at their reflection in the mirror and for a brief second…he was sure he saw a speck of blonde hair moving on the glass.

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[thiawenwriting]

Febuwhump Day 9

Prompt: Bees

Fandom: Star Trek AOS

Warning: Allergic Reaction

@febuwhump

Jim is standing on the sidewalk, waiting for Spock, when three children careen around the corner at top speed. They slam into Jim, childish laughter giving way to startled shrieks.

He wraps his arms around them instinctively, protective .He twists his body as they fall, turning away from the unforgiving stone. They have a much softer landing on a flower bed where they land with a cloud of pollen and petals.

He feels a sharp momentary sting on his neck but ignores it.

They lay there for a moment, the children stunned silent, dread slowly crawling across their faces.

That won’t do.

He laughs and grins at them. “Are you guy okay? You came out of nowhere! I’ve never been taken down so fast! I think you girls could teach my security guys a thing or two!”

Reassured they aren’t in trouble, he soon has a lap full of giggling girls clamoring to introduce themselves. Sophie was human with red hair and green eyes. Xisa was Andorian, her snow white hair up in two adorable little buns. Baela was Orion, her green skin and hair made her look like a personification of spring.

“Captain, are you alright?”

Spock was standing above them, concern shining through his Vulcan mask.

“We’re fine, Spock,” he grinned at up at his first officer. “Just a small tumble.”

The words are barely out of his mouth before he is overcome with a coughing fit.

“I think,” he gasps between coughs, “I breathed in too much pollen.”

The children are patting his back, worried and trying to be helpful.

They really are too cute.

“Then I believe it would be beneficial to remove yourself from the source.” Spock hauls him to his feet just as a young woman runs round the corner.

“Oh my goodness! Captain Kirk! Are you alright?! I’m so sorry! They ran ahead and I couldn’t keep up! Girls! You apologize for running into Captain Kirk!”

Jim waves away the apologies, more concerned with his growing difficulty in catching his breath.

“No harm done. I’m just glad they’re alright.” He can barely get the words out.

“Jim.”

Spock grabs his hand from where he had been unconsciously scratching at his neck. Jim feels breathless for more than one reason.

Spock leans in close and touches his neck. “I believe you have been stung by an insect. Logically, a bee would be the most likely culprit.”

“A bee?” He gasps, feeling himself pale. “I’m allergic to bees.”

———

Spock met with his captain everyday for a meal. Some days they had every meal together. When the weather was fair, they would meet in the park and take a stroll to nearby cafe. The fresh air and exercise was beneficial to Jim’s continued recovery.

Spock had been running late, a circumstance he was not pleased with. He knew his captain would not mind, but more and more Spock loathed anything that took away his time with Jim.

He had just set eyes on his captain when he had seen three young children run into him. Jim’s training prevailed and he maneuvered them safely. The worry he felt was immediate and immense.

Jim was still recovering from his death and resurrection. A fall, even a controlled one, could be serious.

His worry seemed to be founded, though not for the reasons he at first assumed.

Allergic. He felt his heart begin to race in alarm.

“Elucidate on the severity of your allergies.” He demanded.

Spock knew the answer before Jim spoke. His lips were tinged blue as he wheezed. “Deathly.”

Spock did not hesitate.

He scooped Jim into his arms and began to sprint in the direction of the hospital.

“Call the hospital!” He yelled behind him to the children’s caretaker. “Tell them I’m on the way with Captain Kirk!”

Jim clutched at Spock’s shirt as he struggled to breathe.

“Spock.” He gasped.

It sounded just like before. In the warp core.

Spock ran, uncaring of the people or obstacles in his path. He was close.

When Spock felt Jim’s breathing cease, so did his own.

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[finitepeace]

More of my hannigram reads in august

Personal favorites are marked with 🦌 (this is supposed to be a stag. turns out it's a goat)

🦌 Bad Days by murdergatsby | 2k words, angsty fluff | Hannibal has a very bad mental health day and is absolutely terrified to have Will around.Will stays with him, regardless.

🦌 Physis by Chifuyu | 3,9k words | After everything that has happened in Italy, there is still one last obstacle Will Graham has to overcome before he can try and pick up the broken pieces that once were his life: Being a witness at Hannibal Lecter’s trial.

The Hunt by rainbowdracula | E, 5,9k words | Will never wanted to meet his soulmate. Fate has never been kind to him.

More Myself Than I Am by StratsWrites | E, 9k words | soulmate and telephatic bonds

🦌 With a Crown of Stars by thehoyden | e, 33k words | accidental baby changed the course of 1st season

the fork beside the spoon beside the knife by damnslippyplanet | E, 2k words | Will’s last-minute decision to change his mind and stay for the dinner party solves some of Hannibal’s problems while creating others.

The Fault in My Code by LiaS0 | E, 90k words, season 3 AU | soulmates AU, will is a psychiatrist and accidentally met his soulmate: an incarcerated hannibal.

It's A Good Car, Dammit by proser | 11k words | hannigram in secret relationship but hannibal starts to shows it off

🦌 The Long Weekend by Devereauxs_Disease | E, 42k words | When Hannibal finally finds him, he makes a proposal: Spend one weekend together, and make a decision once and for all about his and Hannibal's fate. Can Will still play Hannibal to get the evidence he and Jack need? Or is he playing a new game now?

Once More by Simbeline | 5,5k words, time travel | More than 10 years after the Fall, Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter are living together, presumed long dead by the FBI. When Will goes fishing in the morning as usual, he accidentally stumbles through time and meets his younger self. Despite being happy with how his life turned out, he decides to risk meddling a little.

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[tashigys]

NOVEL OF LOGUETOWN-ZOTASH

ZORO'S FEELINGS

ZOTASH | NOVEL OF LOGUETOWN

Por Oda Eiichiro | Tatsuya Hamazaki

(The novel is written by Oda and Tatsuya, I was only in charge of buying it and translating the parts of Zoro and Tashigi).

Damn... she scared me" mutters Zoro walking alone on the street.

The cause of this sudden fear he felt, was because of the bespectacled swordswoman he had just crossed. She looked too much like Kuina, even.

She was Kuina's doppelganger, that girl to whom Zoro had sworn to become the best swordsman in the world, the same one to whom the white saber he now wore around his waist had belonged.

For someone like Zoro, who prided himself on being the strongest, her existence back then was unbearable. How do you make yourself the strongest man when the best member of the dojo you belong to is a girl?

She was so superior to him that 'in two thousand and one matches, he had not won even once. 

If Nami or Sanji had known this, they probably would have laughed at him and pointed out his affection and conviction for her. He himself felt ashamed every time he thought about how hard he had worked back then.

"Grr..."

Zoro frowned. As soon as he had met the gaze of the bespectacled swordswoman, he had taken off like a thief. 

Struck by his resemblance to Kuina as if by a punch in the face, he, Zoro the dreaded pirate hunter, had panicked. Kuina had played an important role in his life, and her resemblance aroused in him an indescribable feeling. Because of this, the negligent style sleeper that Zoro was could sometimes show feelings. 

Did this mean that he was in love with Kuina?

Undoubtedly not, he was still too young at that time. He was at the age when boys were still mere brats whom girls were beginning to surpass in both size and maturity. 

Besides, Kuina had always been a little older than he was.... 

She was more of a goal to reach. 

Zoro already wanted to become the best Swordsman in the world, and Kuina was the first obstacle he had to overcome. Between the two of them, it depended on who got to the top first.

After his two thousandth defeat, Zoro had asked Kuina to make him a promise. 

Little did he know that promise would take on such tragic proportions, but then he was just a boy. 

For Zoro, becoming the best swordsman in the world was not going to be easy. This was even more true for Kuina, who was even more aware of it. She knew that, in two or three years, the boys would be physically stronger and she would not be able to beat them, not even Zoro. 

However, she had sworn it. 

"What do you know, Zoro.... And so lame..." She had said, holding out her hand in promise. 

Zoro remembered the sad smile she had given him that day. But he hadn't really understood the meaning of the tears and the feelings they expressed. 

Then she had died.

She had been the victim of a stupid accident the night of her promise, before she could face Zoro for the second time. Then she had inherited his white sword, in memory of her dead friend.

"I will become the strongest of all time, Kuina!" he vowed as he wept over her grave.

"For my name as the best swordsman in the world to resound to the heavens!

That was why Roronoa Zoro had to become the best. He had promised it from the beginning, and his friend had agreed to promise it together with him.

She knew very well that, as a woman, she had no chance of success. She had wanted to guide him in his dream, to give him something to live for. All Zoro could do now to thank HER kindness was to become the best swordsman in the world.

"It's amazing, that woman looks just like Kuina.... And she happens to be a professional swordsman!"

 They say everyone has two look-alikes, and Zoro was convinced of that. If Kuina were still alive, he thought, she would look exactly like this bespectacled swordswoman.

"But the world is too big, I won't meet her twice....". Anyway, I was really scared..."

Zoro clicked the pass, thinking so much about that encounter wouldn't bring anything. Besides, he had to finish what he had started as soon as possible. 

Now that Luffy in the straw hat was on his partner's mind, it wouldn't take long for him to make his move. Zoro had acquired something of a reputation as a bounty hunter, and his face was already known in the Navy.

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