#v; submarine's smile

[mediicusvitae]

Thirteen years of revenge plans and sacrifice going down the drain. 

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Heads Under Water V

Summary: He puts you through a test. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,149 Chapter Warnings: Mention of deliberate poisoning. Namor being...Namor(?)

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Part V:

Your nightmares of drowning were replaced by the handsome submariner in the middle of the sea. Those piercing brown eyes now burned to your skull even as you woke up the following morning. You refused to acknowledge the small little fact that the man was the very same man that you had been seeing by the waters during the late night stay by the beach.

“You are ill.” Namora was not one to ask question, more in line with stating facts it seems.

“I didn’t have enough sleep. But I’ll be fine.” You reassured her, if only she knew it was because of her cousin that you lacked sleep last night.

“Come.” She demanded to which you simply looked at her weirdly at this point. “You will eat with me and Attuma.” She states to which had you having no other choice but to follow her along, a part of you hoping Shuri’s AI would be informed about your whereabouts now that you were close to being held hostage by them.

Snatching your phone into your pocket you followed the Talokanil out of the lab and out of the palace. The both of you made your familiar way towards the beach and this time the fear was slowly coming into reality the closer you both walked towards the roaring waves.

And just like what Namora had pointed out, the hulk of a man was waiting by the sands of the beach—but he wasn’t alone. With him was the King himself, looking ever the majestic sea being you have ever seen in your life.

“You brought a guest—I see.” It was K'uk'ulkan that spoke first. A smile now resting on his face, whatever inside joke he and his cousin have was lost to you at this point.

“More like a hostage.” You joked dryly that no one truly acknowledged at this point as you were handed a weird looking fish which was far too hot for you to hold but you were too afraid to let go with your hand.

“Eat. It will help wake you up.” Namora demanded.

You could only nod and found yourself sitting in the familiar tree stump and now refusing to meet the King’s gaze, fearing that last night would become a topic of discussion. Taking a small bite out of the fish, the far too familiar flavor of home almost brought you to tears as you continued eating.

“Good?” You almost choked mid-chew at the questioned and the fact that the King was now standing right in front of you and looked right down at you.

“Yes. Taste like home.” You answered after momentarily handling yourself from embarrassment. You blinked at how close the man was now as he bent himself until he was practically sitting right in front of you—staring at you for a moment.

“You live by the waters I presume?” He inquired, now settling himself in front of you, sitting with his legs criss crossed right in front of you. You were now looking down at him compared to the other way around with the man.

“I used to live by the beach.” You answered.

“The beach, then I’m certain the waters will not be much of a problem to you once we test this machine you’re building.”

You felt your heart stop with his words. He wants you to come along and that was a hardline you were not willing to cross even if it means your life was on the line. He seemed to realize the hesitation as you refused to meet his eyes and your attention solely focused in finishing the fish being handed to you.

“The waters will be calm.”

“I had made an agreement with Shuri that I will create whatever machine you would need to fix your entry way, but I will not place myself under any bodies of water because of it.” You spoke firmly now having the courage to look at the man again. “Please respect the agreement I have made with the Princess in exchange for the help I’m giving.”

“Okay.” He finally relents standing back up once he was certain you had your fill.

Before you say anything else, the panicked voice of Shuri could be heard and she had appeared with a few members of the Dora Milaje hot on her tail.

You stood with a reassuring smile on your face as you made your way towards Shuri.

“Just got a quick bite with—them.” You explained lamely hoping it was enough to reassure her of your sudden whereabouts for the morning.

“Come, we have something we need to discuss.” Shuri urged you, holding to your arm and pulling you away without you having the opportunity to say goodbye to the Talokanil. ~ You were no ordinary human.

Those were the thoughts that run through K'uk'ulkan’s mind as he had watched you be dragged away by the Princess. His eyes lingered at the retreating Dora Milaje that followed closely behind, their eyes penetrating him with the constant distrust—they should after all that they had all been through.

“Táan a saboteando a leti'ob éejenil yéetel Wakanda. (You are sabotaging your own arrangement with Wakanda).” Namora’s word held so much truth, but the curiosity simply got the best of him since your arrival all those days ago.

"Kun yantalto'on yaax yaantal kíimil, ba'ale' seguía wa'atal, normal bey Mantats'. (She should have been dead but she still stood, normal as ever)." He did supply knowing the fish was poisonous for an ordinary human being—but not to them.

Yet, as he had spoken, you still remained as you once did. Not sign of poisoning—eating the fish with gusto even in the face of beings that was far too different that your own. A stupid surface dweller if he was to be honest with himself—but someone that intrigued him still.

“Ka leti' ma' táan yáanal le kúuchil tu'ux ti' Talokan wa Wakanda. Wa leti' le herida, le k'atun séeb seguiría. (And she is not under Talokan or Wakanda's jurisdiction. If she is harmed, war would soon follow).”

“But she is not.” K'uk'ulkan spoke with finality, not wanting more discussion about his choice of action.

He had watched Namora simply bow, frustration he was far too certain was evident in her features for the choices he had made for the past few months, before she had made her way back to the Palace to what she was assigned to do—watch over you.

“Ka' tuláakal, k encontraremos bo'otik tuméen le yo'osal. (We will find ourselves paying for the consequence after all over again).”

He knew as much. But he needed to take as much of his chance as he could. For Talokan, for his people, he was ready to make take any chance that he could get if it meant the safety of his people from the outside world.

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X-men - First Class: Part 8- Erik Lehnsheer, Magneto

word count: 2.6k

warnings: mentions of violence, smutt 18+, unprotected sex, p in v, oral fem receiving!, mentions of missiles and war, mutant training, emotional. 

To leant against the near by fence as Erik and Charles chattered back and forth before Charles wanted to test Erik's powers. You laughed when Charles awkwardly held up the gun to Erik's head. Erik should be able to stop the bullet since its made out metal. Erik, the maniac he was almost seemed to be excited at the prospect of being able to show off his abilities.

"Are you sure?" Charles asked.

"I'm sure." Erik egged has a smile on his face. Charles clenched his eyes his hands began to tremble.

"No. No I can't I'm sorry." The sentiment only frustrated Erik as he leant down to position the gun against his forehead. Charles gritted his teeth, cringing.

"Oh come on." Erik urged, "You know I can deflect it. You're always telling me I should push myself." You sighed as Charles jerked his hand away.

"If you know you can deflect it, then you're not challenging yourself." Charles countered. "Whatever happened to the man who was trying to raise a submarine?"

Erik slapped his hands down at his sides, "What-I can't." Charles handed the gun to Erik. "I need the situation, the anger." He explained, you started to listen intently to their conversation.

"No, the anger's not enough." Charles replied.

"Well, it's gotten the job done all of this time." Erik retorted.

"And Shaw got the upper hand." You added, stepping towards the two men. "You feel so much Erik, there is so much more power in channeling your emotions into your power." 

"She's right." Charles started. "Because your anger has nearly gotten you killed all this time."

You felt his words deeply and then wonder if this is why Charles was better at controlling himself. He isn't just fueled by emotions but motives, inspiration, justice. Erik wanted to act on all of those raging emotions because he learnt that from a young age. But he could have so much more power and so could you, if you knew how to properly use it. "Follow me." Charles mumbled as he walked over to the fence you were leaning against. "Here's something challenging get that satellite to face us." Erik looked back at him before Charles turned to you.

"Nadine, I want you to unblock his mind, he needs to find that power within his memories. Instead of seeking out the dark, you need to find the light." Charles directed. 

A low humming filled the air as Erik attempted to turn the satellite to no avail. Charles looked over to you and you closed your eyes, you focused in on finding Erik in all the smoke, hearing his daunting of thoughts, the pressure he put on himself to perform this task. That's when a memory flooded back. Erik as a young boy, with his mother, Edie. A menorah set in the front of  the pair, laughter filled the air as you felt the weight of Erik's grief slipping away as a positive memory showed itself to the surface. You felt a tear run down your cheek as you opened your eyes to see Erik turned around facing you, his eyes glazed over with water. 

"What did you do to me?" Erik croaked, his voice soft but demanding. You stepped closer to him as you looked into his eyes.

"I looked for the brightest spot in your memory rather than the worst and it makes me feel so much better-." You explained.

"I didn't know I still had that." Erik murmured, looking down at the ground before meeting your eyes. 

"It's hard to keep those good memories when there are so many bad ones." You breathed, Erik reached out for you, his hands going to the back of your neck. He pulled you into a deep kiss, before Charles cleared his throat. "Now move that satellite bub." You urged as he softly smiled at you and gave you a short nod. 

Then Erik turned back towards the satellite, he focused in on his powers before gritting his teeth as he tried to pull the satellite towards the three of you but he wasn't able to so Charles spoke up, "If you are able to access that good, Erik, you'll possess a power no one can match." Charles explained before shaking his head. "Not even me."

"Come on try again." You persuaded. Erik's hand reaches out and all of his focus going inwards as he set his mind to the task at hand. You watched as tears trailed down his cheek as the metal of the satellite began to groan. He slowly brought his hand in towards himself and the satellite moved. 

Charles laughed in excitement and your heart was pumping with pride as Erik turned to you, laughing in joy. He didn't expect for you to jump on him, wrapping your arms around him. But he took the initiative and smashed his lips on to yours before he whispered, "You and me?"

The rest of the afternoon was filled with training the other mutants to use their powers. You watched as Alex became more comfortable with himself, Banshee more confident in his power and Hank finally using his mutation rather than hiding it away. Erik had gotten to know Raven a little deeper and came over to you to discuss her powers. He even saw a bit of you in her as Raven hid away her abilities, afraid of them. Then he went to speak with Raven, helping her take back her power in her natural form. Explaining to her that if she was always in a human form, then she was always half not paying attention. After dinner, the group piled into the den to listen to the president's address. 

"It shall be the policy of this nation to regard any missile crossing the embargo line that surrounds Cuba as an attack by the Soviet union on the United States requiring a full retaliatory response." Kennedy continued. 

"That's where we're gonna find Shaw." Erik announced.

"How do you know?" Alex asked in curiosity. 

"Two superpowers facing off, and he wants to start world war 3." Charles began to complain. "He won't leave anything to chance."

You glanced over at Erik as he spoke, "So much for diplomacy. I suggested you all get a good night of sleep." He nodded towards the door as his eyes connected with yours. You silently obeyed as you followed after him. 

You had fallen asleep in Erik's arms that night, he had spent hours snuggled into your neck and his arm draped around your waist. He had gotten a bath made up for you before making some tea to help you sleep. He silently took care of you and enjoyed it. You woke up later in the night, turning over in the bed to see the note Erik left for you, letting you know that he was with Charles. Your throat was dry and you were desperately craving a glass of water. As you walked back to the room, you paused as you heard voices on the other side. You reached out your mind, connecting with Erik's.

"This is a surprise." Erik said, as he looked away from Raven's covered body, she was under your sheets, naked. 

"A good one, I hope." Raven coaxed.

"Get out." Erik grunted. "You don't belong in here."

"How about now?" Raven asked, slying turning into your form and your anger informed Erik of your presence. 

"Hello darling." He spoke in his head, before you felt anger bubble up in his chest. "Don't pretend to be her, Raven. You won't ever be."

"But-."

"You are beautiful, Raven. But I would never hurt Nadine like this. I wouldn't ever do this to Charles. And we would never match." 

He covered all of his grounds as Raven began to cry, "Hank-." She broke off into a sob, breaking down in front of Erik, he sighed before speaking into his mind.

"Give us a moment." Erik spoke as you reluctantly left his mind, confused on why he wouldn't want you to be there. 

Moments later the door opens and a blue, naked, Raven came out of your room and you took no time to splash the water in her face. "So much for friends, Raven." You spat, angrily before stepping up to the shocked Raven, anger boiling through your veins. Raven swore she saw flames in your eyes as you threatened her, "You pull a stunt like that again and I will have you reliving your worst nightmare." You gritted.

"Leave her be, she made a mistake." Erik soothed, as he opened the door to the room and nodded for you to come to him. You trudged through the door angrily, trying your best to not be hurt by the situation. Erik didn't need your powers to know how you felt. You sat on the edge of the bed and Erik took it up on himself to kneel in front of you. 

"I would never hurt you, Nadine." Erik began, but you refused to look into his eyes, so his hand reached up to pinch your chin. "I would never give up this relationship, it's me and you." You looked into his eyes, his words puncturing your heart. "You trust me?"

"Of course." You assured, your hand coming up to wipe the tears that came from your overemotional state. 

"What shall I do to help sway you?" Erik asked, as he reached over to your arm before leaning down to softly kiss your hand. He slowly worked his way up your arm before his hands moved to the sides of your thighs, his hands spreading wide. "Show you how much-." He started, his breath hitching, his eyes growing dark as he looked up at you. "How much I love you." He finished as the words sunk into your chest, making you freeze. Erik's hands moved up your thighs, grabbing the edges of your pajama pants and slowly pulling them down. 

You didn't know how to reply to him, staring down at him as he hyper focused on getting you naked and under him. Though you knew it would be hard for Erik to confront his feelings after what you had done to him. When he had a clear head, no alcohol clouding his judgement but that feeling overcame you as Erik kissed on your skin. It was so easy for him to get caught up in you but he noticed that something was off. His hands came up to frame your face, pushing your hair back to look in his eyes. The truth being told at the way he was looking at you. You shouldn't doubt his loyalties, after all this time had never disappointed you in making you feel valued, needed and now loved. 

When you looked in his mind, all you felt was love. Concern flashed in his eyes as you started at him, lost in thought. He moved his head down to rub his nose against your jaw, trying to catch your attention. When you gazed up the man you finally said something, "You love me?"

You remembered your dream, how it played out as he buried his face in your neck, his hot cheeks warming up your skin. He inhaled before lightly kissing your neck. Your hands came up to his short red hair, pulling softly at the threads to meet his face again. "For how long?" You asked. 

Erik sighed as he remembered your trip to Paris, "For a long time, Liebling. On our trip to Paris, you trusted me to take you to different sites and restaurants. You remember that it was the first time we slept in the same bed together?" You felt deju-vu as he continued to explain himself in the best way he could, "I've never told anyone aside from my mother that I've loved them and I've never felt-in love before, " His eyes wonder your face before drifting to your lips and settling on your eyes. You clashed your lips together, running your fingers against his hair as he dipped his tongue into your mouth. 

Erik moved back on the bed, admiring you as he stood in front of you. His eyes trailing your body laid out on the bed, half clothed, you still looked like a wet dream. He pulled off his shirt before going to undo his belt. There was a different air in the night, there was deeper reach for connection rather than just needing each other. When he was finally naked, he knelt over you, his cock swelling by the moment. Erik spreads your legs, his cock fitting between your thighs. Erik's hands hover your breasts, taking his time to kiss your skin and suck at your breasts. He swirled his tongue around your nipple, his cock hard against your thigh. He moved his cock to rub against your clothed panties. Your legs move up as he grasps your panties and quickly gets rid of them. Then he leant back over to you, spreading your folds with his fingers before sliding his cock head into your weeping hole. Erik thrusted into you, his arms holding himself up are by your head. 

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He looked down at you with bliss shown on his face as he began to pound into you. Your hands moved down his back to feel his muscles flex as he held himself above you. Your legs moved around his waist, pulling him down on top of him, his arms moving down to his elbows. Erik leant down to cuddle into your neck and suck bruises on to your skin. This time was different between the two of you. Erik didn't act dominate because he couldn't think he could only feel all the sensations you made his body feel. He was passionately making love to you as he whispered in your ear, "I love you, Liebling. Me and you."

You panted back his words as you pulled his head in close, "Me and you baby." You promised, his thrusts sped up as he used down your neck, his kisses were quick but all consuming. Erik's hand moved down to your clit rubbing it in circles. You croaked out a moan and he lifted your hips up with a pillow to hit a deeper spot in you. You shoot your head back and grip on to his back as you arched into him. 

"Come for me." He croaked. You fluttered around his dick, sucking him in as your orgasm comes crashing down you. Erik picks up his pace, trying to chase his own high. Then his hips stuttered against your own as he was coming. You whined out the over stimulation then he slipped out of you and got on his knees. The flat of his tongue comes in contact with your aching clit and wet hole. 

"God, Erik."

"God won't help you now." Erik murmured, darkly, as he swirled your clit with his tongue before wiping up his come that dripped out of you. Then he started to fuck your cunt with his tongue, making you moan out loudly and grip on to his hair. You could feel another orgasm bubbling up to the surface as Erik suffocated himself to your pussy. His determination to make you come, drove him wild and he desperately needed that from you. You broke apart on his tongue, your skin burning hot. "Calm down, my love." He urged, pulling his tongue off of you as he felt your heated skin. He moved up to lay next to you, his arm draping around your waist. Erik made sure to pull the blanket over the two of you before pulling you close.

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Namor (MCU) X Mexican!OC

Part I Here

Part II Here

Part III Here

Part V Here

MASTERLIST

Synopsis:

War photographer Sadie Medina is one day mysteriously whisked away on a mission that is suspiciously secret for a botanical expedition. A tragic twist of the events leads to her getting too close to something she should’ve never found, and too close to people who, by all odds, was never supposed to meet, be imprisoned by, and much less grow close to.

Word count: 2,120

Warnings: MCU typical violence, mentions of war, mentions of death and un-aliving people.

A/N: In case you feel more comfortable reading on AO3, you can find the link right here.

*Disclaimer: I’m by no means an expert on Mayan, but I did my best (by this I mean I looked for the best translator possible) and sorry for any mistakes. Handy little translations at the end, if needed.

El niño sin amor.

Mercedes wouldn’t have believed that story if she hadn’t just heard it from the protagonist himself. It sounded like the sort of legend her father or grandma would tell her before bedtime.

The legend of a submarine city born from an ancient civilization forced into exile, their god-like leader, and his revenge against those who enslaved his people.

“So, absolutely nobody knows about Talokan?” She asked. The first of many, many questions, indeed. She was sure they could explore every tunnel and cave twice, and she’d still have questions.

“Almost. Wakanda does after an…incident some time ago.”

“And you convinced them to keep it a secret?”

Namor hesitated before gripping the edge of the intricate jade and vibranium plate that covered part of his chest and back to reveal three pale, long scars.

“As I said, diplomacy is not my specialty.”

“I’m not sure I like how you manage your Foreign Affairs.” Mercedes said, her eyes lingering for a moment too long on the scar tissue that contrasted so much with the rest of the lean muscle of his back.

“See, this is why you’re so confusing,” He remarked. “You have the heart of a fighter. You’ve not lowered your head once since you’ve been here, but you seem to reject any kind of violence.”

“There’s a big difference between not being afraid of you and wanting to slit your throat while you sleep.” She joked with a shrug as they arrived at yet another large grotto. While they had passed three in their late-night stroll, Mercedes never ceased to feel amazed by the beauty of the turquoise stalactites and their reflection on the water.

“I find it hard to believe that you never feared me,” Namor stated. In his experience, even people compelled to put on a brave face often gave themselves away. A shaking voice, a trembling lip, even a hasty breath.

“You’re not the first powerful madman full of himself who tries to intimidate me.” She snarkily replied with a soft laugh.

“Is that what you think I am?” he asked, his tone severe enough to unnerve her. She turned to see he had stopped walking and just stared at her, his brows furrowed and a hurt expression in his eyes that confused her. She felt as if she’d cracked a brick with a feather.

“No, I…It was a joke.” Mercedes quickly explained, wanting to add more. However, an honest question distracted her. What did she think of him?

The images in her brain made it difficult to decide it. Memories of that threatening voice of his that seemed to pierce through her entire being conflicted with the only smile she’d seen from him. His cold and even insensitive remarks regarding death versus how he softly whispered reassuring words.

It was hard to encompass him. Fortunately, he did not press the matter any further, and the conversation was substituted by a lengthy silence.

“Come with me,” He said, walking into one of the shelters, “There’s something I want to show you.”

He presented her with a huge immersion suit, so thick it almost looked like it belonged to an astronaut. Sadie immediately understood.

“Wait, does this mean…?”

“If you don’t hurry, I might think this through and change my mind.”

She didn’t have to be told twice. Thirty seconds later, she was slowly making her way inside the water carefully, wondering if her shortness of breath was caused by the suit, the pure excitement, or even the flattering sensation of having earned a short peek of something so important.

“How long is it going to take to get there?” She asked after the suit started to slowly sink into the darkness.

“Don’t worry. We’ll take a shortcut.”

 

Even if she had spent years trying, Sadie would have never imagined something that resembled Talokan. Not even remotely.

Beautiful structures with symmetric shapes, organic life coexisting with them as algae wrapped around strong pillars and over carved stone. Rows of plants she didn’t even know existed filled vast portions of the sea floor, each tended to by Talokanil, who didn’t mind stopping for a moment to greet them from afar with curiosity.

Mercedes was sure they would stop in front of a giant structure with a massive source of light in the middle, but Namor kept moving forward, occasionally pushing the suit to lead her in the direction they wanted them to go, away from the city.

“Wait, I thought we were…?” she inquired, trying to turn back to see Talokan grow smaller as they swam forward.

“Later. We have to hurry, or we might miss this.”

After a five-minute-long trek, they reached something that was amazing by itself. Before them, the ocean floor suddenly disappeared, giving way to a steep drop that made Sadie dizzy just by looking at it.

“Where are we?” she asked, but was quickly hushed. Not by her companion but by a sound so loud her ears probably wouldn’t have been able to resist it if it weren’t for the suit. Half a mile from them, a whale emerged from the abyss. As if that hadn’t been striking enough, more followed until six whales were swimming in the sea before them, circling one another while emitting playful clicks.

“It’s their breeding ground,” Namor explained, noticing the woman’s slightly parted lips and glossy eyes. “What do you think?” Mercedes simply shook her head.

“I…don’t want to say anything.” She murmured with a smile, sure she wouldn’t know what to say anyway and afraid of crying if she tried to speak. That was the second time he smiled back at her before looking at the front again.

They remained quiet, staring at the spectacle before them for what felt like an eternity. When Sadie’s eyes came across his face, Sadie noticed Namor didn’t look happy anymore. There was a worried expression that clouded his eyes. By then, she had figured out he would furrow his eyebrows whenever he was concerned or unhappy. She wondered what was going through his head. He probably felt responsible in some way for the oblivious creatures in front of them, along with the thousands of lives they had left behind in Talokan.

The word “duty” once again resurfaced in her brain. She imagined the weight duty often had in her mind and heart and couldn’t fathom the magnitude of the burden he carried with such a responsibility.

“Do you know what your name means, Mercedes?”

He abruptly stopped her train of thought. She did know, actually. But she was interested in hearing what he would say, so the answer was negative.

“It means ‘mercy’ in the dialect of those who had none with my ancestors,”

He looked at her sternly. It was amazing how his eyes could shift between soft and icy with such ease.

“A very thin line separates being merciful from being feeble. Sometimes, hard decisions and the pain they involve are inescapable, even if we do not wish to hurt anybody. I want you to remember that.”

The ominous tone he used sent a shiver running down her back. And the way he insisted on looking into her eyes as he said it and emphasized his words, especially when he asked her not to forget them. Still, she nodded hesitantly.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Let’s go back.” He instructed, turning around without further explanation. Mercedes admired the beam of light that emerged from the city and remembered the mysterious light inside the small grotto she had found days before so many things had taken place. When Talokan was a meaningless word and K’uk’ulkan a folktale of her childhood.

Namor called her name once more, and she followed him back.

The warm gleam of the city among the darkness of the deep sea pulled her almost magnetically.

Despite her few outings, Mercedes was finally starting to find her way around the snaking tunnels of what had been her home for the last ten days, as Namor had informed her. That was how she realized they had taken a wrong turn on the way back to her cell. He dismissed her concerns, and they stopped in front of another small room with a curtain made of an embroidered tapestry hanging above the entrance. Inside, while the space was quite similar, the room differed from the cell. Small pieces of metal that radiated a yellow light were embedded along the wall, giving the room more light. There was also a table in the middle. It also had a hammock, but larger.

“Or I can take you back to your old room if you like it better.”

“Are you insane?” Sadie gasped, running her hand through the thick, soft threads of her new bed.

“I do recall you calling me a madman a while ago.”

She turned around and looked at him with her eyebrows raised.

“Namor, was that an attempt at a joke?”

“Maybe,” he retorted with a cheeky grin. “I hope you’re comfortable here.”

Sadie chuckled and shook her head before sitting on the hammock.

“Well, I love it. But I was hoping that, since you have already heard everything you wanted to know from me, we could start talking about taking me back. To the surface, I mean.”

“I wanted to talk to you about that, too.” Namor agreed and sat next to her. “I’m sure you understand that what you have seen and heard here must remain hidden.”

“Yes, I know, and I completely understand. I can assure you that your secret is safe with me.” Mercedes was quick to reassure with her hand on her chest.

“I trust your word, Mercedes.” He said, without looking at her, “And I’m not afraid of you saying something, I’m afraid of what other people might do to get you to speak of what you saw down here.”

“Then I’ll tell them I was trapped in these caves. It’s possible, right? You said it yourself, and it wouldn’t be the first time something like that happened.” She added, not liking at all the course the conversation was taking.

“I’m sorry. But that’s a risk I am not willing to take.” He dictated, his tone no longer soft and apologetic but firm and commanding.

“So? Am I going to stay in these caves for the rest of my life?” She said, sounding angrier by the second.

“For now, yes. You’ll have to stay here.”

“I can’t believe it!” She lashed out, standing up, “You may give me a prettier cell and take me on walks to keep me entertained, but I’m still your fucking prisoner! I bet if I hadn’t helped you with Namora, you would’ve let me rot in that rocky cage!”

“Of course, I would have!” He started yelling back, towering over her. “Why wouldn’t I? I knew nothing about you. When we found them, it was your people who shot first. What guarantee did I have that you weren’t the same?”

Namor marched towards the door and pulled the curtain away with one hand before looking at her. “You wanted trust? Well, you’ve earned it so far. Don’t push your luck.”

And with that, he left.

 

 

Mercedes wouldn’t have it. She had spent the next hours trying to decide her next course of action, finally deciding to take the risk of hiding in the tunnels and roaming them until she reached the surface. It was a very long shot, but she had to give it a go.

They had to go to the surface eventually. Either for surveillance purposes or to gather food. She’d seen back in Talokan that some people were trading fruits that looked like they came from the surface. There was no way they could’ve harvested them down there, right?

While gathering that day’s rations over her hammock, she wondered whether it was a good idea to steal the suit she’d used earlier and try to find a shallow enough point to remove it without succumbing to the pressure and swim to the surface.

None of her plans seemed to have a high success rate, but the thought of spending years trapped down there was enough to spur her into action.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to find her neoprene suit since she’d exchanged it for new clothes, and the long cotton skirt she was wearing that day wasn’t ideal for rock climbing or any demanding activities, but maybe she could find a good use for it…

Sadie took a deep breath and violently opened the curtain of her room, finding herself face to face with none other than Namora, who obviously noticed her attempt at making a bag with the skirt.

“Were you planning on leaving us early?”

#mcu namor #namor fic #namor #mcu fanfiction #mcu #namor x oc #tenoch huerta #talokan #namor fanfiction #aqua papi #black panther #black panther 2 #black panther wakanda forever #kukulkan #k'uk'ulkan #namor imagine #namor fanfic #namor x female oc

[digimoninteractions]

Group Digimon (02x16)

[ID: Screenshots from Digimon Adventure Zero Two episode 16 showing: (1) Armadimon and Hawkmon looking at each other. (2) Hawkmon and Patamon from the back as they look at the mini submarine. (3) Hawkmon flying as Tailmon stands beside him looking concerned. (4) Tailmon gesturing with V-mon standing beside her. (5) V-mon, Hawkmon, and Tailmon standing together and smiling. (6) The same but Patamon is standing in front of them, smiling wide. End ID]

#digimon adventure zero two #digimon #zero two screenshots #group digimon #02x16 #zero two anime

[afterthegreatunknown]

Randomity: Gas Station Break

“All of their coffee machines are broken!? I can’t believe this! This is so fu-uh…funny. Yeah. It’s so funny, I forgot to laugh. Ha. Ha, ha, ha.”

“Fernald, I’m a recently turn sixteen-year-old, not six. You can freely say, ‘fuck up’.”

Quigley quickly repress the urge to laugh out loud right then and there, as well as to not drop his large-size fruit punch slushie. The slushie machines are located at the back end of the convenience gas station store, which is nearby the coffee machines. Laughing or dropping his slushie would mean giving away his obvious nearby location.

And Quigley doesn’t want to get caught eavesdropping, especially by the Hook-Handed Man. Quigley as such, keeps stifling his laughter as he keeps his slushie close.

“Who in the world taught you to cuss!?”

“Fernald, I live on a submarine a majority of my life with our submarine captain stepfather. You think Stepfather would use kid-friendly colorful sea captain language twenty-four seven? He slips up from time to time, and that is one of those times.”

Quigley quickly turns on his heels and walks down the aisle down the opposite direction to potentially avoid interacting with Fiona and the Hook-Handed Man. In that direction, is the area where all the prepared meals like sandwiches, wraps, and others are kept. Standing in front of the case itself, are Duncan and Isadora.

Isadora is holding one small Italian sub sandwich, while Duncan is carrying two, one on top of the other. Quigley takes a rather noisy sip of his slushie, grabbing their attention. The two turn around and smile at him.

“Oh, hey Quigley!” Duncan slightly lowers his head. “I see you got your long-desire slushie.”

“Yep.” Using his free hand, Quigley rubs it underneath his nose. “It’s been such a long time I had one. It’s a good thing the machines are working here. Most of the time at these sorts of places, they’re not.”

“Well, don’t drink too much of it,” says Isadora. “We still got to eat lunch, and we decided on a good-old fashion Italian sub. Well, as Italian it can be made in a place like this.”

“We’re going to eat them with chips, right? A sandwich always has to go with chips.” Quigley takes another sip of his slushie. “Which chips are we having?”

“Sour cream and onion,” answers Isadora.

“The original classic,” replies Duncan.

Both Duncan and Isadora slowly begin to stare at one another. The two lock eyes, and then glare at one another with a frown. Well shit. Quigley’s time away had him forgetting to never ask them a question with chips as the topic at hand.

“Sour cream and onion? That’s too strong of a flavor, Isadora,” says Duncan.

“And original classic lacks it!” Isadora exclaims. “Why not pick a chip with more zest?”

“Because we’re going to eat an Italian sub sandwich! That’s always bursting with flavor!”

“Why don’t we compromise and go with sea salt and vinegar chips?” asks Quigley. “That’s a chip we all enjoy eating with sub sandwiches from before!”

Duncan and Isadora slowly turn to stare at him. The glares and frowns soon disappear.

“That works, Quigley,” says Isadora, nodding her head with a smile.

“A perfect balance chip,” says Duncan, with relax eyes. “Would you mind getting us a big bag of salt and vinegar? That’s better for us than buying three smaller size bags.”

“Sure thing.” Quigley gives a thumbs up at Duncan, and strolls away from the two, glad that the crisis has been averted. For now, at least.

As Quigley walks away from his siblings to the aisle where all the chips are located, he couldn’t help but glance out the convenience gas station store window. Outside, are Widdershins and Hector. Widdershins is refilling the gas to their eight-figure seat configuration mini-van that once belonged to an Ella Jane Wile. Hector meanwhile, is holding a folded map of the North America Continent and their intersecting roads. The map was given to them by one V. Rocher —Ella Jane Wile’s troubled associate— free of any bartering or trading.

In fact, Ms. Rocher gave the group more than just a map. Before parting ways with Ella Jane Wile and Ms. Rocher at Cavendish Street —a minor road in Crown City that eventually led into one of three main roads westward—Ms. Rocher gave the group a proper payment.

Three-thousand dollars in cash. With now almost four-thousand dollars in their pocket and a means of transportation, the group were truly ready to get back westward.

Based off what he’s seeing between Widdershins and Hector, the men are discussing where westward. Widdershins unclicks the gas pump, shakes it a bit, and puts it back where it was once before. As he closes the gas tank, he says something Quigley can’t make out.

Hector shakes his head, and replies something back. He points to Widdershins, then back to himself, before pointing at the convenience gas station store. Quigley swiftly turns on his heel, and goes back to getting a large bag of salt and vinegar chips from their favorite brand.

As he starts to return back to Duncan and Isadora, both Widdershins and Hector enters the store. Widdershins gives Quigley a smile as he went to his stepchildren. Hector stares at Quigley, before turning towards the wall stack with water bottles in packs.

“Tell Duncan and Isadora that we’re going to be leaving soon,” says Hector, slightly turning his head towards Quigley. “We just need some other supplies, like water and trail mixes.”

Quigley nods his head, and leaves Hector be.

#asoue #a series of unfortunate events #hook handed man #fernald #fiona widdershins #quigley quagmire #duncan quagmire #isadora quagmire #hector #hector asoue #fanfic #randomity (a collection of ficlets and fics) #(widdershins appears but because he doesn't speak he isn't getting tag)

[madmarchhare]

For Sleepy-Gry Character descriptions pt1

Mad man: 'Named Baron(wip)'

5'7" man, who is quite lanky in stature, slumping slightly. His hair is blonde, shaved to his scalp on one side, the rest spiked and falling over the other side of his head, the tips of a few of the spikes are dyed various colours. Shaved into the shaved side of his head, just in front of his ear is the letter 'v'. He wears a pair of white shutter shades over his eyes and a nonchalant smile, one canine on his left side[same as the shaved part of his head] is two inches longer than the others as a permeant fang. he wears a loose fitting white leather jacket with a high collar over a yello t-shirt that say's on the front 'V for fuckin' Victory!' in a 80's style. The sleeves are rolled up slightly, more noticeably so on the left sleeve as on his right arm his a Rolex submariner, with a root beer coloured face and rose gold middle on the strap the rest being brushed steel[i'll describe more later] he wears loose, bootcut chino's that are a silver-ish colour.

His shoes are a pair of bulky trainers, probably Jordans or adidas, being mostly white with some yellow and grey highlights. His fingernails are long on his watch hand, bar for the thumb, and all are painted similar colours that his hair is dyed in. Finally, he wears contacts on his eyes, the left one a opalescent patter with the word 'Mad' in a curve above the Iris and the right with a similar pattern except it reads 'House' in a curve below the iris.

@sleepy-gry

#writing #HMAD

[starchildren220]

Labour V

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Labour Masterlist

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Charles Xavier x OC

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The four of them were sitting on Shaw's boat, Shaw was turned to frost and was holding his glass with both hands and Frost was turned to him. Atara was sat next to Shaw who was on her right and Riptide was on her left who she was talking to by the fire. A man walked up passed the side wall.

"Herr Doctor."

"Little Erik Lehnsherr." Atara steps back in shock making Riptide look over.

"He's here to kill you." Frost narrows her eyes, Erik falls to his knee and brings his hands to his skull, hissing and groaning in pain.

Atara goes to help, and Shaw holds her back. Turning his head to whisper in her ear.

"Don't you dare." Atara can't do anything to help her little brother anymore she felt so useless, even with all the powers Shaw forced upon her she was completely and utterly powerless.

"What kind of a greeting is that," he pauses "after all these years?" Erik throws his knife at Shaw. Frost catches the knife transforming into her diamond form. Erik goes to attack her, and she spun and pushed Erik off the side of the boat.

Atara gasps and runs to the edge of the ship, looking over and seeing her brother exit come up floating on the surface. Letting out a breath of relief.

"You could've killed him!" Atara yells over to Frost. The fire beside them crackling hotter changing to a hotter blue color. Atara body ached from the use of her powers during her anger, but she couldn't feel it over the thumping in her ears.

"So?" She asked not seeing any problem with it. "He tried to kill Shaw."

"Atara, you'll need to understand. She was trying to protect me she didn't know it was your brother." Both Frost and Riptide were very confused not knowing she had, or that *he* was her brother. "He's alive so don't get mad at Emma." Flares and bright boat light glowed in the distance, smaller boats on the water approached their ship.

"Ah, now it's a party."

"This is the US coast guard. Do not attempt to move your vessel. Stay where you are." The boat announced.

"They have a telepath." Shaw looked back at Frost; she narrowed her eyes using her power.

Riptide made two tornadoes to stop the small approaching boats. The ship anchor started floating and Riptide grabbed you and Shaw grabbed Frost.

"Time to go." The anchor attacked the boat as the four of them made their escape heading to the lower part of the boat to the attached submarine.

Atara could feel Erik holding onto the sub, she couldn't do anything again. She hoped he'd stop soon she couldn't bear the thought of Erik killing himself trying to kill Shaw.

Soon she felt the hold on the sub loosen then all together stop, and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She felt a hand on her back looking up she saw Riptide. He had a concerned look in his eyes. Atara smiled lightly to ease his concern.

After a while of driving Riptide and Azazel parked the submarine pushing though some ice caps. Shaw and Frost had left a little while beforehand to his little office.

"Hey, are you ok?" Riptide sat down next to where Atara was.

"Yeah, I just haven't seen Erik in so long, when Shaw told me he left to America, I was heartbroken. Every night I tried staying awake as long as possible in hope he would come and save me." tear weld up in her eyes but she refused to cry. Riptide put his hand around her to comfort her.

"Save you from who? What?" He looked at you in curiosity. Atara looked at him wondering how he didn't know.

"Shaw." That one word shattered something inside him, some sort of respect. He pulled her in tighter just holding saying nothing else.

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Erik got out of the car and stopped at the walkway in front of a building, "Welcome to my facility," They started to walk again. "my mission has been to investigate the application of paranormal powers in military defense."

"Or offense." Erik interrupted.

"This guy Shaw, Schmidt, whatever you want to call him, he's working with the Russians. We might need your help to stop him." The CIA man explains.

"Marvelous, so we're to be the CIA's new mutant division, yes?" Charles asks.

"Something like that." The agent leads them to a lab to meet a scientist.

"It's, uh, supersonic. The most advanced plane ever built. You should see it in real life. It's incredible." The scientist explains about the plane hanging from the ceiling.

"Hank, these are the special new recruits I was telling you about. This is Hank McCoy," he nods at them. "one of our most talented young researchers." Charles walks over to shake his hand.

"How wonderful. Another mutant, already here. Why didn't you say?" Charles turns to the agent.

"Say what?"

"Because you don't know." He turns back to Hank. "I am so, so terribly sorry." The agent walks over.

"Hank?" The agent asks.

"You didn't ask, so I didn't tell." Hank kept averting his eyes when he answered.

“So, your mutation is what? You're super-smart?” Raven walked over heels clicking against the hard floor.

“I'll say. Hank here graduated Harvard at the age of 15.” Raven and Hank just looked at each other, Hank marveled in her beauty and Raven’s eyes were full of curiosity.

“I wish that's all it was.” Hank was still looking at Raven. Then he looked over to Charles.

“You're among friends now, Hank. You can show off.” He seemed to contemplate it before ultimately deciding it would be ok to show them. Taking off his shoes and stepping out of his socks he stretched out his foot which had an extra toe that was used like a possible thumb.

Charles chuckled when he saw. “Splendid.” Hank looked up at Raven to see her in awe smiling.

“I'm sorry.” Hank walked past them and jumped upside down to hand on the plane model by his feet. “Ta-da!” Everyone chuckled. Raven walked over right in front of him.

“You're amazing.” Raven told him to which he softly scoffed. “Really?”

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#xmen #charles xavier #oc #charles xavier x reader

[mediicusvitae]

“It’s just a liiiiitle prick, Ace-kun, it’s not going to hurt you. Come here~”

#muselexum #{ ASGFDSG to Ace hissing like a cat at her } #{ Ace being scared of needles is so funny to me } #needle tw #;chat shenanigans #;ic #v; submarine's smile

[iamamisfittoy]

I'm gonna post a list of my favourite films so, here it goes:

Across The Universe (2007)

Yellow Submarine (1968)

The Crow (1994)

Pump Up the Volume (1990)

Only Lovers left Alive (2013)

Batman Dark Knight (2008)

Edward's Scissorhands (1990)

Sleepy Hollow (1999)

Heathers (1988)

Beetlejuice (1988)

The Corpse Bride (2005)

Tenet (2020)

Crimson Peak (2015)

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

The Nightmare Before the Christmas (1993)

Reality Bites (1994)

The Perks Of Being a Wallflower (2012)

Tick, Tick, BOOM! (2021)

About Time (2013)

Demolition (2015)

Donnie Darko (2001)

Fight Club (1999)

The Matrix (1999)

Big Fish (2003)

Paterson (2016)

Began Again (2013)

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)

Jojo Rabbit (2019)

Marriage Story (2019)

Before Sunrise (1995)

Before Sunset (2004)

Dead Poets Society (1989)

Singin' In the Rain (1952)

Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)

Back To the Future (1985)

Back To the Future ll (1989)

Back To the Future lll (1990)

Star Wars:A New Hope episode lV (1977)

Star Wars:Empire Strikes Back V (1980)

Star Wars:The Return of the Jedi Vl (1983)

Rouge One (2016)

Han Solo (2018)

Romeo + Juliet (1996)

Pet Sematary (1989)

Brave (2012)

Interstellar (2014)

The Prestige (2006)

Mulan (1998)

Trainspotting (1996)

Into the Wild (2007)

La la Land (2016)

1917 (2019)

Pride and prejudice (2005)

Kill your darlings (2013)

The Wedding Singer (1998)

The Frighteners (1996)

What we do in the Shadows (2014)

Brooklyn (2015)

Midnight in Paris (2011)

Mona Lisa Smile (2003)

Shawn of the Death (2004)

Hairspray (2007)

Evil Dead (1981)

Beginners (2010)

Thor: Ragnarok (2017)

Moxie (2021)

Ed Wood (1994)

Control (2007)

Split (2017)

Nocturnal Animals (2016)

[madlymiho]

Today we’re celebrating the wonderful and amazing birthday of the sweetest artist around, I’m talking about my dear dear @elliemehl​ 💗!

Darling, you have been such a dear friend to me, and I’m so happy I met you! You did something incredible for my own birthday, so I couldn’t miss the occasion to spoil you a little bit in return! 🙈

Please never change, you’re such a golden-heart, I’m lucky to have you around! Happy birthday!

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warning: NSFW!

Tensions on the Polar Tang (read after the cut)

It’s not the first time he feels wide awake at night, piercing grey eyes gazing at the ceiling with a certain tiredness, unable to find some sleep, even in such a quiet place than his own ship. Perhaps it’s because he has been working for hours today, and that his mind is clouded with information which definitely wouldn’t disappear before he would reach the lands of his dreams, or maybe it’s an entire different reason he’s not able to face. Something stuck in his head, like a broken record, always playing the same particular music. You kissed. It has been such an intense yet short moment that sometimes he’s not entirely sure if it was real in the first place. It felt like a suspended moment he wasn’t ready to live, the two of you finally surrendering to that silly game you’re both thoroughly practicing since you have met. Months of teasing, comments and comebacks, all of this ending up in your soft lips crashing on his when he circled your nape to pull you closer, just enough for him to remember their taste, before you both took your distances. You never really talked about what happened that night, but Law blames the booze and your hormones for such a desperate moment. He’s a captain after all, he has his own duty, and you’re only just a temporary guest among the crew. The very fact you’re sleeping in the room next door shouldn’t upset him like this, not especially when he’s experiencing a cruel lack of sleep for years, his bad habits creating some tensions within his heart family. Yet, he feels like there’s something untold between the two of you; a childish emotion he’s unable to face because it would admit that his heart has another function than pumping his blood to his brain. He, the captain with one of the most violence and coldest reputation, couldn’t let someone in. The last time he did that ended up pretty nastily, his precious organ scratched so deeply that he didn’t want to bond with anyone after that. It’s a risk he doesn’t know if he wants to take it, and all those questions are harassing him at night when the object of his obsession is spending some time on the submarine.

“Tsst, you’re a jerk.” Law curses himself while he stretches his legs, slender fingers massaging his temples for a moment.

He lets loose another sigh, profound this one, before he eventually decides that sleeping would be optional, one more time. He’s used to these kinds of short nights anyway, it wouldn’t ruin his schedule, at least that’s what he hopes for. Now back on his feet, he doesn’t even bother to put something to cover his chest, his jogging pants dangerously sliding down his thighs, only maintained by the little knots he made just under his V spot, saving him from losing them for good. After all, there are almost only men on the Polar Tang, and if Ikkaku is up, she’s not the kind of woman to get upset because her captain is wandering half-naked on his ship. Tired, but definitely awake, Law eventually leaves his cabin, sliding both of his hands in his jogging pants pockets, hesitating for a moment when he passes by your door. Perhaps you’re also in the same agony? Would it be truly dangerous to knock on your door and finally surrender to the urge of your complicated passion? Even if the siren call is more than tempting, Law doesn’t oblige, step by step getting away from the temptation, as he’s heading to the kitchen to eventually grab a snack, if Bepo didn’t have one of his numerous night munchies, otherwise, he’s already certain that he wouldn’t find any leftover in the fridge.

As he’s getting closer from the kitchen hall, he notices a soft light emanating under the doorway, as he doesn’t make a move for a moment. It’s not unusual that someone is awake at this time of the night, but none of his crewmates would have bothered to close the door. Almost sure that he’s about to bust you there, Law firmly grips the handle of the door, opening it without a single hesitation, despite his squeezed heart within his chest. Indeed, he has been right ; you’re there, reading a book you’ve probably brought yourself onboard, since none of his crewmates is  interested in collecting them in the first place. Or perhaps it belongs to Ikkaku, one more time? She’s a surprising woman for sure, however Law could bet all his money that she has nothing but mechanical or engine readings to offer.

“Sleep troubles?” He whispers, pushing on the door to offer you the sought-after privacy you were looking for. “A book on this ship, that’s a rarity.”

You lift you stare up, trying your best to muffle all those emotions dancing wildly in your guts, as you heard him entering in the first place. You didn’t want him to see that obvious look on your face, but despite your preparation, Law always managed to catch you off guard.

“Actually, I stole this one on your shelves,” you answer with a soft smile, lidding your eyes for a second. “I thought it was written in another language for a while, it’s unreadable.”

It only brings a frown on Law’s face, while he steps closer, one hand in his jogging pockets, dangerously pulling down those comfort pants he’s wearing, the other one grabbing the book to have a look on the cover. He smirks, and throws you one of his teasing stares you have a very hard time to handle.

“Anatomy and the study of the body.” He reads loudly, slender and tattooed fingers lingering on the relief of the cover. “I didn’t know you want to become a doctor,” he pauses, and pushes the book back in front of you. “Or maybe you’re looking for a way to study bodies a bit more? Looking for a partner, miss Eileen?”

Ah, bastard. You know he’s always up to tease but you’re never truly ready for his taunt. You roll your eyes impatiently, and dismiss him with a wave of your hands. It only increases the smug smile on Law’s features, because he knows you always have such a hard time to handle his comments and comebacks. However, he’s also certain you’ll eventually come up with something; your body language is already betraying your need to shut his bratty mouth.

“Don’t get cocky; I have the perfect partner if I want to, he already agreed to help.” you eventually raise your stare up, closing the book with an impatient gesture, while you’re getting back on your feet.

Law raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms around his chest, already thrilled to discover what you’re going to throw to his face.

“Is that so?” He asks with his eternal sensual tone, another step closer bringing the both of you almost glued together. However, he believes you’re too stubborn to actually back down and take a step backward. Ah, you sure know how to play this game too… “And who’s that partner? So far, I’ve always seen you alone. Are you hiding someone on the sub?”

“Bepo.” You abruptly snap. “I have a certain interest in… fluffy gigantic bear. Impossible to find someone matching that kind of body.”

Law wants to snort and laugh, but he manages to keep an utterly serious face, as he tilts his head just slightly, his golden earring gleaming under the light of the kitchen.

“The only body interest Bepo has is to find a way to develop his already more than concerning excess weight. Unless you’re trying to match a polar bear density and his goal to nap for three months during winter times, I guess you’ve stolen the wrong book. However, if you’re really serious about this, should I put a lock on the fridge for you too?” He tuts you, and notices the massive effort you’re making not to burst into a powerful laughter. He peers down at the plate full of biscuits you probably picked for your night munchies while studying, his smirk growing wider on his mischievous features. “Oh, that explains a lot. You’ve already started.”

You immediately look at him with your best pouting face, slamming your fist right into his bare shoulder. Of course, he could have easily eluded the punch, but he believes he deserved it.

“What are you trying to say, you zombie doctor?” You growl, but you can’t help but have this floating smile appearing at the corner of your lips.

“I’m just saying…,” he takes another step forward, his warmth breath ghosting your features, his fingers softly skimming the hand closed on his anatomy book. He can’t miss your flinch, nor your artery suddenly palpating to his proximity. “That if you want to make things right…,” his thumb rubs the top of your hand, his piercing grey eyes focused on yours. You gulp. He smirks like a demon would do. “You should increase your stealing skills and actually pick the good book.”

And as his face feels dangerously close to yours, Law uses it as the perfect distraction to retrieve the book you stole. He knows it’s really unfair to play with your emotions like this, and your lust, but he has to control himself in the first place. You kissed, but it doesn’t mean he should surrender to his own desires, even if he terribly wants to have a reminder of the taste of your skin. He wishes that his hands could explore your body, whispering how perfect you look for him, but he can’t. He doesn’t allow himself to cross that barrier, and he believes it could be one of the worst ideas. You both have this incredible attraction, something deep and burning, setting on fire every inch of your souls, yet you couldn’t accept your common desire. You couldn’t ruin whatever you’re sharing right now.

“It’s time for you to sleep.” Law decides, a sudden sadness crossing his usual teasing irises. “It’s not reasonable to be awake right now.”

Before you can eventually protest, he raises his right hand and creates his room around you, the walls of the sphere enveloping the kitchen, but also the corridors and the rooms of the Polar Tang, a bit further away. In a blink, you’re standing in front of your bed, frustrated and unable to understand why he suddenly changed his mind. You are certain he wanted to kiss you like the other night…

“I’m sorry Eileen.” Law whispers while he’s now alone in the kitchen, the room gently cracking before it would disappear for good.

He hides the biscuits in the larder, because he can’t let Bepo find something if he ever wakes up hungry in the middle of the night. He believes it’s also time for him to have his own rest. While he turns around to reach the door, he quickly has to take a step backwards, watching you rushing in one more time, a deep frown on your eyes, and visible anger spreaded on your features. He sighs, and crosses his arms around his chest, somehow silently scolding you for never listening to him. Well he knows it’s quite unfair to room someone away in their cabin in the first place, but he’s still the boss on his ship, and he believes as a doctor, he already knows what’s the best for you.

“Didn’t I tell you to go to bed?” Law snaps, the corner of his lips unable to hide that little grimace of irritation. He doesn’t like when his authority is challenged like this, or perhaps he loves it, but feels slightly guilty to sense those emotions. “Go to your room.”

You take a step forward, raising your eyes to prove that you’re not in the mood to follow his orders, fingers immediately gripping the corner of the anatomy book he keeps against his chest.

“No, I’m not tired. I want to read, and you have absolutely no power nor any reason to tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

Cocky. He can’t help but smirk to the sentence, pleased to see that you’re still this wild fire he can’t tame, but also amused with your pouting features. Even though he tightens his grip on the book, and takes himself a step forward, until you have no choice but to plaster your back against the door.

“I’m still the captain here. I gave you an order.” He states with a severe voice, before he eventually throws the book away, ignoring the fact that it might damage it. He notices your visible confusion, his smirk growing on his features. “What am I supposed to do with a guest who can’t behave?”

You cock your head, strands of your brown hair skimming your shoulders, while your hazel eyes gleam with a certain challenge.

“You’ve answered the question yourself, captain.” You whisper, finding yourself having a hard time to breath properly, the proximity increasing your heartbeat. “I’m your guest, not your crew mate. You can’t treat me like them…”

He presses the palm of his hand against the cool door, his body moving closer, as he traps you there, and forbids you to escape his presence.

“I should treat you differently, then?” His voice is nothing but a long snarl, deep and sensual, sending so many goosebumps down your spine that you’re unable to answer for a minute. “That’s what you want? Something… Different?”

You can’t help but nod to the question, your eyes betraying that desperation, your stomach falling in the depths of your guts, as he comes closer and closer. His palm against the wall eventually falls on your cheek, the pad of his thumb describing the slowest caress you have ever experienced. You breath in and out harshly, anticipating the next movement even if it’s hard to tell what Law has in mind. In addition, for him, the game feels terribly intense, his own excitement almost unbearable. He wants to remember the taste on your lips. To have them printed on his flesh and bask on their scent. He doesn’t feel parted anymore, driven by lust and despair, unable to repress those emotions he has been fighting for so long. Not now that you’re looking at him this way. Not now that he feels the same agony nailing you there, in front of him.

“Guests like you are such a pain in the ass.” Law growls, before he eventually crushes his lips on yours, softly at first, almost too slowly. But soon enough, the desperation wins over reason, the sensuality of his kiss turning into something more intense, needy, and messy.

His slender fingers begin to explore your hair, fondling its softness, playing with your brownish locks, while his mouth doesn’t stop for a second. He doesn’t allow you to catch some fresh air, he doesn’t allow you to think. There, plastered against the kitchen’s door, you’re at his mercy, trapped under his claws. He slams your body harder against the entrance of the cafeteria, both of his hands now cupping your jaw, while he deepens the kiss. He opens his mouth, the tip of his tongue gently entering your cavity, yours immediately meeting his to share the most passionate dance. Both of your breathing are heavy, uncontrollable, a raging fire you both can’t contain anymore.

“Fuck…” Law snarls, while he parts his lips just slightly, not enough for you to escape from their eternal caress over yours. “I don’t want to stop.”

His plea sounds desperate, but you certainly share the emotion. You’ve kissed once. You have already been there together, but it has never been like this. You have been able to stop before things would get complicated. You have been able to find a way to control your emotions, and your desires. Yet now, it seems that you’re both unable to find a way to stop the wheel. You clench your fingers on his arm, pulling him closer, Law obliging, his body leaned with yours as both of his hands follow the curve of your back, only to fall in your rear and grope it.

“Don’t stop, please.” You mumble, your lips brushing his, your hazel irises focused on his. “I don’t want to stop either.”

He hesitates. Should he deny that eternal lust you’re both sharing? Should he act like the man or the captain? Duty over passion? Usually his heart would have been clear about the answer… Though Law can’t lie; he’s a man of many flaws. If he believes he should listen to that little voice in the back on his head, his fingers are already acting differently, palping the curves hidden under your jeans, eager to explore this unknown and unconquered territory, turning your sweet little person into his. He hums longly, his own mind on fire, trying to figure out his own feelings. But while he’s focused on this complicated task, he flinches when he senses the palm of your hand exploring his chest, following the muscles and the dark lines of his tattoo. He can’t be reasonable all the time, after all. A pirate isn’t reasonable. A pirate takes what he wants, and when he craves it.

“Yeah, fuck that.” He answers to his own torment, slamming your body back against the door, pinning both of your hands above your head, his mouth devouring yours in the most unconventional way. There, he can finally unleash what he has always been afraid to explore, his tongue meeting yours instantly, sharing the same passionate dance repeatedly, until you would suffocate and beg for more and some fresh air at the same time. He eventually abandons your pinned hands, one arm rolled around your waist, as he makes you spin, clumsily for sure, but enough for him to find the kitchen table. He helps you jump on it, making sure that you’re all settled and comfortable, at least, in the heat of the moment.

“Here?” You mumble between two kisses, swept in another world, while you can definitely feel the smile growing on his lips.

He grips the bottom of your top and lifts it over your head, while both of his hands finally fall onto your thighs, pulling you at the edge of the table.

“You can’t be picky.” He says with the same warm and tempting tone, his mouth exploring the crook of your neck, fingers eagerly working to unbuckle your pants. “Are you playing the prudish girl with me now?”

You hum loudly to the sensation of his digits on your warm skin, the heat of your body irradiating the entire room, as you wiggle on your legs to help him undress you.

“What if someone comes in?” You warn him, but Law immediately bites your neck, sensually teasing the area with his sharp teeth. “L…Law, I’m serious…”

He knows you’re perfectly serious and wary, yet he doesn’t have time, nor the motivation, to find another spot. Perhaps you could have settled for a more comfortable place, but right now, you’re both surrendering to the lust of the moment, and there’s no time to be afraid. You’re both taking a risk like this, but it’s something he’s more than willing to commit.

“Then, be loud enough to make them understand they really shouldn’t come in.” Law smirks devilishly, as he slides his fingers right into your already damp panties. “That’s what I thought; you really don’t want to go anywhere yourself, do you?”

As he talks, he begins to brush that more than sensitive and needy area of yours, coating his slender digits with your natural wetness, spreading it over your lips and clit, his grey eyes focused on your face, just to be certain that he’s doing an amazing job. He can’t believe he has been depriving himself from this sight, your parted lips and frown beautifully indicating that you wouldn’t survive such a temptation tonight. Too bad, Law thinks, because you’ve definitely signed for the entire show now, and the very thought sends even more blood down into his groin. Without any rush, as his golden stare is focused on your features, he begins to add more pressure down there, his lips finding their way back to yours, stealing another passionate kiss, his own cold heartbeat awakened after so many years. Lust is uncontrollable at this point, his expert fingers increasing their pace, until soft moans and harsh whispers would be swallowed in his throat. You move your hips to follow the rhythm, unable to remain calm and patient now that you have him this way. And surely, he doesn’t wish for you to behave either, devouring you right here with his mouth, fingers skillfully providing you waves of pleasure. 

“Law…” You let loose desperately, as he increases the pace of his knuckles one more time, eager to see at what point you would break and ask for more. 

He smirks against your skin, sensually finding that sensitive spot there, in the crook of your neck, his teeth peppering the area with the most dangerous nibbles. You find yourself bucking your hips to have more, a greedy monster unable to stop, at the edge of having the most powerful orgasm of your life. Perhaps Law felt it, because as soon as you begin to moan harder, he withdraws his fingers, abandoning your needy flower, as he looks at you with a certain satisfaction. Gently, he brings his coated digits to his mouth, shamelessly tasting you, before he eventually presses his palm over your shoulders and invites you to lay back onto the table. 

“I guess you’ve earned it.” He growls, pulling  both his jogging pants and underwear down, revealing his hardness, proudly bumping against his abs. “I wanted it for so long, Eileen.” 

Words are escorted by expert movements of his hands, as he places them on your thighs, pulling on them to find the perfect place, his thumbs caressing your thighs up and down. Once he’s sure you’re in the best position, he grabs his manhood to rub it a few times on your wet lips, each time watching you losing your mind ; he definitely believes he can drive you crazy for minutes like this, yet, he’s also aware that you’re both quite needy and impatient right now. With a slow push of his hips, Law penetrates you, inch by inch, a long shiver running down his spine as he can’t believe how incredible you feel right now. You’re tight enough to drive him insane, his fingers clenched on your skin, a discreet plea escaping his lips. You close your eyes, arching your back, before you manage to wrap your legs around his waist, your hand falling to grip the edge of the table. 

“Don’t tease…” You frown, somehow anticipating another of his little games, as you feel your patience disappearing for good. 

However, it’s definitely not in Law’s plans to tease any longer, his hips suddenly bucking so hard that you see the stars for a second. No, really, he doesn’t wish to waste anymore time, somehow understanding that it has been far from being enough. Right there, narrowed walls trapping his cock inside of you, your face expressing nothing but pure bliss, he doesn’t wish to act cowardly. He wants you to be his, and only his. So without any word, hands coming up to caress your waist then breasts, Law thrusts at first with an easy pace, the room slowly filled with the filthy sound of your collading skins. You moan, your fingers looking for his, your eyes unable to look away, watching his grey eyes lidded, and his dark cheeks tainted with redder colors. You love what you see, finding how beautiful he can be one more time ; a demon of lust and passion, taking you right here, after so many months of teasing. 

For a moment, you wonder how many minutes you can resist before begging him to continue what he has started previously, when his fingers were teasing your most sensitive area, waves of pleasure travelling through your veins like the sweetest illness. You wonder if he will ever go back to this, or only fuck you like this, his hips adopting a steady yet controlled pace, each time extracting more groans from your throat. He definitely knows what he’s doing, but god, you want so much more! You want to see how cruel he can be, the sadistic doctor taking care of this entire operation, until you would met under the power of his aura. 

“Harder, please! Fuck! Please, touch me, give me more, Law…!” 

Your words are almost like a scream ; you straighten yourself back up to roll your arms around his neck, your mouth immediately finding his. You want more, you need more. This is the greedy monster speaking within you at this point, and not the controlled woman you can be. You feel the droplets of sweat cascading down your spine, and his own heat enveloping you as a second skin. He chuckles, and slams his hips with a harsher pace, one of his hands coming between the two of you, only to play with your swollen clit. 

“I didn’t know you could be such a glutton, even for sex,” He growls with a sensual voice, his tongue playing with your earlobe, now that you’re all plastered against him. He rolls his thumb over your clit, focused on your reaction. “Come on, don’t you want to be louder than this?” 

Oh, he can’t help but play with you after all, now that his lust is tainted with the desperate need to tease you. You seem completely swept away, and he loves to have you this way. He slows his pace, only to have the privilege to watch his shaft coming and going so gently inside of you, his thumb sometimes coming down to coat more of your wetness. 

“You really wanted me, do you?” He whispers against your skin, gentle kisses dropped in the crook of your neck. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I bet I can make you come over and over again…” 

The sweet promise extracts another plea from your throat, as you move your hips to escort his slow thrusts, teeth digging into the skin of his shoulders. Satisfied to see that you’re not even able to answer, he presses his thumb harder on your clit, suddenly adopting such a quick pace that you can’t help but let loose that promised whimper he has desperately wished to hear. It feels too much! You can’t control yourself anymore, digging your teeth and your nails in his skin, trying your best to muffle those lovely sounds he’s the only one allowed to hear. As you finally reach your own nirvana, Law feels himself quite unable to resist the siren call, your walls clenching his cock so hard, that every of his thrust sends him at the edge of his end. As he kisses you one more time, he eventually follows your lead and cums as well, his growls disappearing in your mouth. After a moment when the both of you ride out your orgasms, he eventually pulls out, and wraps his hands behind your back. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, almost tenderly, hoping you don’t regret what just happened between the two of you. 

“Yes,” you reassure with a firm nod, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “But I’m so sleepy right now…,” 

He smirks and rolls his eyes, creating a room around you both, and holding you tighter than before. He can’t believe you almost made him believe that you weren’t sleepy… Well, for once, he doesn’t wish to scold you anymore. That’s probably for the best, if the two of you can get some sleep at this point. 

“Not in my room…” You mumble one more time, eyes peering up with a certain authority. 

For Law though, you only look like a demanding kitten, not that frightening but terribly cute, and he eventually sighs. 

“I guess for once, I’ll give you the privilege to use the captain’s cabin.” 

As you disappear from the kitchen, the two of you plastered together, Law intimates himself that it can’t be the only night you share together. Right there, with the warmness of your body against him, he begins to realise that you won’t ever be just a guest for him… 

#one piece scenario #one piece headcanon #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #law one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece writing #trafalgar law x reader #not suitable #lemon #elliemehl #happy birthday bby!

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So I'm here to request 💖💫

Can I please have Endeavor, Aizawa, Hizashi, Mirai and Hawks with age regressor s/o? 💖💫 It can be eighter HC, or scenario when something bad happens and reader regresses 💖💫 Nobody writes about that and it would be really nice if you did, but I fully understand if you won't want to 💖💫 If you want more info, you can DM me and I would be happy to tell you more about it 💖💫

~ Leiia 💖💫

Imma change this request up a bit and make it so that our darling ~reader~ got hit w/ age regressing quirk (so now the poor thing’s a kid for like a day) 

((i think i got the message thing fixed? Hmu to test it))

Endeavor

(AU where he was a wholesome dad so when i say i stan him i mean in this AU cause he did some crazy shit in canon)

Enji was today years old when there was a knock on the door.

Which was strange because that thing doesn’t happen.

Like, at all.

So he cautiously gets up and opens the door.

What?

There’s a group of officers as well as a kid that looks vaguely like his s/o?

This will be interesting.

“Sir,” One adresses him, “Your s/o here was hit by an age-regressing quirk while [i don’t know what you were doing]”

“I see. How long will this last for?”

“Approximately a half a day, sir.”

“Ah. Good day, then.”

“Good day, sir.”

He brings you inside.

It’s about noon now.

How can I not fuck this up?

You still have your conscious, of course, but you’re stuck with how tired a two-year-old can be.

You fall asleep almost immediately after Enji sits on the sofa with you, curled up with him. 

Maybe this won’t be as hard as I thought.

3/12 hours 

You wake up and your boi makes you some nice mac and cheese

(Stan the broken king™ or i take ur damn knees)

4/12 hours 

He takes you to the park to play with other kids.

You don’t.

You stay with him and it warms his heart™.

But soon enough, a bitch™ comes and tries to flirt with your mans.

You can’t let that happen.

Cue the toddler tantrum™ (which is obviously fabricated)

“I love you” You say after bitch™ walks away. (that rhymed :) )

Enji is tired of ur bull.

He takes you back home.

5/12 hours 

~bath time~

At first, you both think you can wash yourself, even in this body, right?

Wrong.

Your small mortal prison cannot even get into the bathtub. 

You're too short for that hunnybun.

Enji has to wash you himself.

He holds in laughs the entire time.

6/12 hours 

Your small lump of flesh body must fall asleep again because I said so.

You fall asleep while Enji watches TV.

Something about the news?

He feels the weight on his arm and looks over.

He smiles.

He picks you up and cuddles you.

:)

8/12 hours 

Enji’s done. He’s had it everyone.

He’s going to bed now.

Babies are exhausting.

He tucks you in bed next to him.

10/12 hours 

You wake up and cry after having a nightmare

I dunno, something bout death?

Enji wakes up too & comforts you.

“Shh, baby that is my s/o. My that’s a weird sentence. Please change back soon bb. I wanna kiss you without it being weird.”

You both fall back asleep.

The next morning you’re in your natural body again. 

Headcanon that Enji is somewhat insecure and afraid of hurting people he cares about again (he is, after all, a broken king™)

Aizawa

Aizawa was taking a nap when the doorbell knocked him out of unconsciousness.

The fools.

He walks tiredly over to the door and opens it.

Well. This was unexpected.

You stand at the door with a group of officers.

You’re a child. That’s strange.

After an explanation from the collective about how you got hit by an age-regressing quirk and how this will only take 12 hours to deplete.

It was noon then.

Aizawa leads you inside. 

2/12 hours 

He takes you to a nearby park.

You play on the far side of the playground, near the darkness.

A villain tries to grab you, knowing that you’re Aizawa’s s/o.

You scream with your little baby lungs.

Aizawa hears this and deals with the villain.

He only relaxes when you go home. 

4/12 hours

Aizawa brings his sleeping bag to the living room.

You are tired as well, and crawl in with him.

You both fall asleep.

6/12 hours

You wake up hungry. So you wake up Aizawa.

He makes you like chicken nuggets or something.

Aizawa eats a little, only because you force-feed him (as well as you can w/ your 2 year old body).

You go back to sleep

12/12 hours 

You’re back in your natural body, and well rested cause you slept for half the time.

(this one was real short, sorry bout that)

Hizashi

Hizashi was going home after shopping.

He looked both ways, crossed the street, then got hit by a submarine because it's 2021.

Sike!

He was home already when he got hit by a submarine.

(this is really violent. I apologize)

He opened the door to see a very small version s/o with some officiers.

They explain how you got hit with an age-regressing quirk and will be stuck like that for 12 hours.

It was noon then.

He brings child-you inside.

2/12 hours

He grabs you a snack and you both eat it.

Very interesting, I know.

(pls help i’m running out of ideas)

He tells you a stupid joke.

You laugh.

3/12 hours

Hizashi finds a puzzle.

You both end up working on it for a whole hour til it’s finished.

6/12 hours

You fall asleep on him afterwards

He eventually does too.

9/12 hours

He wakes up to you crying in your sleep

You had a nightmare.

He comforts you.

“Shh, darling. You’re alright.”

You go back to sleep.

12/12 hours

You go back to your normal body. Everyone’s happy!

Mirai

It was noon when there was a knock on the door.

He opens the door, and there are two officers and a miniature s/o there waiting for him.

The officers explain that his s/o got hit with an age-regressing quirk and will take 12 hours to disperse.

Mirai brings you inside. 

2/12 hours

Mirai brings you to a store called “the aery”.

As one might assume, it is, to put it bluntly, a bird store.

And he got you a birb. :) 

3/12 hours

You’re fascinated with the birb.

Mirai is very happy.

He even smiles! :) :)

4/12 hours

Mirai finds some old paints in his closet so now you two are painting.

You paint a hill with flowers.

He paints you.

You two get in a mess of paint.

(well, more like you do)

6/12  

~bath time~

You thought you would still be able to wash yourself, right?

Hah. You thought. 

Your tiny body cannot even vault itself into the tub. 

So now, Mirai must wash you himself.

And it isn’t awkward at all.

7/12

You go to sleep soundly.

Mirai tucks you in.

12/12

You wake up and realize you’re in your natural body.

You fall back asleep tho.

Hawks

(iconic bird-angel man make brain go brr)

Hawks was very tired of me breaking the 4th wall when there was a knock on the door.

He opens it and lo and behold, there are police & his s/o in a two-year-old body.

They explain the situation, going on how you got hit with an age-regressing quirk and how it’ll last for 12 hours before going away. 

It was noon then.

2/12

Hawks gets hungry.

He want some chikem™

3/12

He grabs you and flies to the nearest KFC for some of that chikem™

You love flying with him.

Amazing.

4/12 

You help him eat some of that chikem™

V nice.

(if you can’t tell, i'm running out of ideas)

5/12

Hawks takes you flying cause his apartment flat is as bare as baby’s bottom.

He lands at a park that has an ice cream stand.

He only has the time to get you one before the press finds him.

He takes off again.

7/12 

He lands eventually, and you eat your ice cream.

He takes off again

8/12

He lands this time on a rooftop. 

The sun is setting.

It’s a beautiful view.

9/12 

He takes you back home. 

And you both fall asleep.

12/12

You wake up next to your bird-brain. It’s time for a new day.

@letskidnapsenpai here you go simp sorry it took all day broski :)

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Group Interactions (02x16)

[ID: Screenshots from Digimon Adventure Zero Two episode 16 showing: (1) Daisuke holding his D3 as Iori and V-mon look at each other. (2) Daisuke and V-mon running with Tailmon close behind them. (3) Iori looking depressed, Tailmon glancing up, Armadimon standing there, and Miyako and Hikari clinging to each other. (4) The group looks at a mini submarine. (5) Iori stubbornly turns away from Daisuke and Armadimon stands at their side. (6) The same scene but Daisuke looks behind him and Iori looks too. (7) Hikari and Miyako stand together and laugh as Patamon, V-mon, and Tailmon look at them. (8) Takeru with Tailmon and Hawkmon standing in front of them, all looking confused. (9) A back shot of everyone looking at the mini submarine as its about to be released with Iori in it. (10) Daisuke and Miyako stand angrily with their backs turned to each other as the rest of the group watches. (11) Miyako whispers to Hikari and giggles, and Armadimon overhears them and laughs too. (12) Daisuke, V-mon, Takeru, and Patamon standing around the digimental of faith and glancing up. (13) Iori looking at Jou as Daisuke smiles at them. V-mon is at his side, and Takeru and Armadimon are also standing around them. (14) The same group watching as Iori lifts the digimental. (15) Jou, Daisuke, V-mon, and Takeru gasping. (16) The group minus Iori and Armadimon all gasping. (17) The same but they're all cheering. End ID]

#digimon adventure zero two #digimon #zero two screenshots #02x16 #zero two anime

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Past The Point Of No Return (Ch.7)

Pairing: Safin x F! Reader

Summary: Your dreaded wedding day as come. Safin is overjoyed to become your husband while you are completely broken. M16 refuses to go down without a fight.

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: Implied Suicide Referneces

A/N: Yah, only one more chapter left (if the epilogue counts)! Did you guys see the new Safin content today? I swear to god, Rami has been spoiling us lately. I'm not complaining tho hehe. He looks so heartbroken in this gif tho! 😭 Once again, thanks for the ongoing support. You guys rock! Hope you guys enjoy the story! ❤️

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The dreaded day had come.

A guard had shaken your cell, waking you out of your light slumber. Knowing that it was coming made you on edge. He injected you with another diazepam injection. You tried to fight back, but you felt too exhausted. Everything felt numb. The guard dragged you to your bedroom where you were greeted with maids. They all had dark features and looked young yet old, just like Safin. You saw the makeup, the flowers, and the dress that they had prepared for your wedding. One of the maids took your hand and let you to the bathrooms, undressing you as you got into the hot water. The cell had been cold and dark so the water felt like heaven on your skin. You requested to bathe by yourself, but the maids insisted on helping you.

Tears began to stream down your cheeks. You didn’t even feel them until they began to drip onto your legs. One of the maids grabbed your chin and wiped them, smiling.

“You are in good hands, y/n. I promise.” She promised, wiping a strand of hair out of your face.

All you did was look down, refusing to look in the mirror. They took you from your chair and helped you in to your wedding dress. The reason you refused to look in the mirror was that you were still disgusted with yourself. The blood still felt like it was on your hands. You could taste Safin’s skin your teeth. One of the mains tilted your head up, forcing you to look in the full-length mirror. The maids had curled your hair and put up into a messy tucked bun, securing it off with little baby breaths. The makeup they had put on was simple; eyeliner, some gloss, blush, and mascara. Your dress was truly elegant. It was a long, v-neck dress covered in white pearls and flowers. The material was transparent showing the shadow of your legs. To finish off the look, the maids had sprayed you with expensive perfume and white blossom earrings.

You didn’t deserve this at all. You never wanted to be married, especially to a man such as Safin. Your only attempt at safety had been killed. Bond was right, Safin was a threat to the world. He never scared you, until now. What was your life going to be like, stuck on the island? Your thoughts couldn’t’ even imagine it.

There was a knock at the door, distracting you from your thoughts. Serrano and a few guards had entered the room. He had been dressed in a white collared shirt, black dress pants, and loafers. A smile appeared on his face before bowing his head as a sign of respect.

“You look wonderful, Y/n.” Serrano complimented.

Not knowing how to respond, a subtle smile appears on your face as you bow face. You refused to speak. The room felt like it was spinning. He walked over and took your arm. You felt a little dizzy and tumbled, but Serrano kept you up. The two of you walked out of the room heading to your doom. These were your last minutes of being single, alone with your thoughts.

“Are you nervous?” He asked, looking at your face. It was emotionless, drained of life. You looked like a depressed teenager who had a pound of makeup slapped onto your face.

“No..” You said. “I just..”

“I know this isn’t what you want. But let me say,” Serrano explained. “Safin loves you more than anything in the world. It may come off in an odd manner, but he only means well. He’s never had anyone truly care about him before. But he will treat you well. He worships you. I promise, y/n.”

“I don’t love him. At all…”

“Over time, you will learn. It seems undesirable, but he will make sure you live a comfortable life.” Serrano comforted. He was only trying to help. He wasn’t dumb enough to know that you were being forced into this. Being married, he knew marriage was built on trust and love, two things you and Safin lacked. Once Safin had you, he wasn’t going to let go of you so easily. After all, he killed most of the soldiers who came to rescue you off the island. Safin was crazy for you, and only you. Maybe he had a point. You would live a quiet life, never having to worry about money or putting food on the table. Of course, it would have Safin, but as Serrano said you would learn. Whether you liked it or not, Safin was going to become your husband. All of your attempts of rescue were seemingly failing. This was your life now.

Serrano and you stopped by the doors that lead into the guard, where the marriage would happen. You let out a shaky sigh, feeling like it had been happening all too fast.

Serrano squeezed your arm. “Whenever your ready.”

Looking up at Serrano, you saw his sad and tired eyes. You couldn’t just wait outside forever. Looking at the door, you nodded. “I’m ready.”

Opening the doors, it was dark, only lit by thousands of wax candles. You slowly walked down the aisle, being lead on white roses. Baby breaths and lavender hung from the cycling, brushing against your shoulders. In front of you stood Safin, a priest, and a few guards. Upon seeing you, a smile grew on Safin’s face. His greenish-blue eyes twinkled in the candlelight. You were glowing. The day that he had always wanted was finally here. The flowers in your hair, your glossy lips, the veil, everything about you was perfect.

Serrano let go of your arm and stepped behind Safin. Safin was smiling. His hair had been gelled back and he wore a black. You had to admit, he looked so handsome up close. He lifted your veil, looking at you dreamingly before taking your hands into his own.

“Y/n, you look heavenly…”

Mere hours ago, you had shot him. Safin had yelled in your face and was currently forcing you to marry him. He knew he had won you over. Nothing was going to stop Safin from being with y/n.

The priest looked at the two fo you before enchanting prayers in Greek. Safin’s milky orbs met with your [y/e/c]’s orbs. All he wanted to was whisk you away and be alone with you. But he had come too far to get you. It hadn’t been easy, in which he knew it wasn’t going to be. Y/n was a stubborn woman. But she had learned over time to fall for him. She had to fall for him.

“Safin, do you take y/n to be your wife? To be good and true to her in bad times, in sickness and health? To honor and love her for all the days of your life?”

“I, Lyutsifer Safin, take {y/n} {y/l/n} to be my wife. I promise to be true to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love her and honor her for all the days of my life.”

“Y/n, do you take Lyutsifer Safin to be your husband? To be good and true to him in bad times, in sickness and health? To honor and love him for all the days of your life.”

This was it. Everything you once knew would be gone. Your freedom, your family, your sanity would no longer be apart of your life. You began to shake and sweat. Blanking out what the priest had said, you muttered a small “yes”.

“Miss, you must repeat the whole saying.” The priest corrected. You looked like you were on the verge of tears.

Safin’s thumb gently caressed your skin, playing with your fingers. He wasn’t rushing you, but comforting you. Last night had been rough for both of you. But after you were married, it would be put right behind you. Being married would be a fresh start for you and Safin. “It’s ok, take your time..”

Not wanting to wait any longer, you simply repeated what the priest had said in a monotone voice. “I, [y/n][y/l/n], take Lyutsifer Safin...to be my husband.” Saying those words make you want to throw up. You had come so far, you couldn’t give up. “I promise to be true to him in good times and bad, in sickness and health. I will...love him and honor him for all the days of my life.”

“You have declared your consent before the Church,” The priest smiled at the two of you, holding gout his hands. “Any objections?”

Your inner voice screamed thousands of objections. While nobody spoke in the crowds, your mind was racing with thousands of thoughts. There was no fight left in you. Safin had gotten what he wanted. He always got what he wanted. All you did was stand there and look pretty. Your eyes burned with tears, but you held them back. There was no point in whining now.

Closing the book, the priest had placed the rings on your fingers and look at the two of you before announcing, “May the Lord in his goodness strengthen your consent and fill you both with his blessings. You may kiss the bride.”

A few woo’s emerged from the crowd. Safin cupped your cheeks and brought hips lips onto yours. To prevent yourself from falling over, your hands rested on his waist. The kiss was long, gentle, and possessive. Safin’s tongue demanded entry into your mouth, wanting to taste every bite of your red lips. There was no point in you contributing since you felt nothing. Not happy or sad; just pure nothing. Everything you once knew was gone. The only thing that was going to ever matter in your life was Safin, your husband. Your husband you didn’t love back.

-----

The afterparty took place outside, on top of the submarine pen. It overlooked the sun setting over the Mediterranian sea.  Safin knew how much you loved being outside of the submarine pen. You sat at the main table, overlooking the guards and maids socializing. Safin had sat by your side the whole time, his hand running circles on your thigh. He would whisper how lovely you looked and how lucky he was to be married to you. All you would do his nod your head and force a subtle smile. Inside, you were empty and felt cold. Ever so cold.

You took your hair out of the bun and let it rest on your shoulders as white flowers decorated your hair. Safin had returned with two drinks, seeing you stare straight at the sunset. He placed your drinks down and sat close next to you. You smelt like flowers and perfume. For such a happy day, Safin had noticed you seemed rather sad. He couldn’t ell fi the guards had over drugged you, or if you had been upset about the previous day.

He noticed your white flower on the table and picked it up, tucking it right behind your ear. Safin looked at you, memoized. “My little dove, your so quiet. I assumed the bride would be happy on her wedding day..”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling Safin’s fingers play with the ends of your hair. “I just...am a little confused I guess…”

“Please, let us put that behind us. We are married now.” He lovingly cooed. “You will never have to worry about him, or them ever again. As you as your are mine, I am yours. I promised to honor you, did I not?”

“You did…” You said. He took your lips and placed a soft kiss onto them.

“I will never hurt you, my love. Ever. You will never have to worry about such a thing.” He promised. Safin took your soft hand and placed another kiss on it. If he wanted, he wanted to strip you down and make love to you once again, see your pretty face all flustered and red. “You understand?”

Nodding your head, he smiled back at you as he still played with your hair, feeling the flowers in his hand. “I picked the flowers for the wedding. I knew they would go well with you, anything would..”

You looked at the flowers and how white they were, a smile as you admired them. White flowers always reminded you of innocence and peace. Those were the two things that stripped of you over the years. Safin knew that and wanted to make the ceremony as normal for you as possible.

“I’m going to get some wine.” You announced. Safin held your hand as you walked away. His fingers begged for you to stay, but he understood that you needed a breather. He looked at one of his guards and signaled for them to follow you. He knew how broken you were, your beautiful eyes were full of melchalony. Safin couldn’t sleep the night before his wedding, worried about you. He hated seeing you so sad. But he hoped that later tonight he could make you feel again. All Safin wanted was a woman to talk to and live out his days with.

Was he truly asking for so much?

-----

Instead of getting wine, you had fled back to the gardens. All of the guards and maids that been outside, leaving you to wander the submarine pen alone. As you entered the floral wonderland, it brought back so many memories. From the time Safin had gifted it to you to the time you had gotten married, it all seemed so odd to think that it happened in less than a year. The only place you felt calm and even happy. It was the garden, surrounded by beautiful flowers to hide the pain of the world.

You had managed to smuggle a knife your garter. It was a sharp blade used for steak knives. As you admired the blade, you sat in front of a running stream to hear nothing but running water. Your reflection gleamed in the knife, revealing your eyes which had lost all color. The makeup you wore was a mask. What was the point of living if you couldn’t feel anything? You never imagined that you would die on your wedding day. Just a few years ago, you had danced with death. It felt like nothing like a burden had been lifted off of your shoulders. Maybe if you died, then you wouldn’t hurt anymore and finally, be free. You closed your eyes and positioned the knife, preparing to end it all. To escape the pain of the world and your loveless marriage.

“...C?”

That name was alien to you. C felt like a whole other identity. You lowered the knife and turned around to see who it was. Who would be calling your codename instead of your real name?

It was Nomi.

You blinked and squinted, refusing to believe the sight in front of you. It had been months since you had seen her. There she stood, breathing with a gun lowered. She looked rather confused but had sympathetic eyes. You looked broken more than anything.

“Double oh eight…” You smiled, your voice cracking. “Y-your here...your alive..”

“I’m here, your okay.” She reassured. Dropping the knife, you pushed yourself up and ran over to her. She patted your back, accepting the embrace. Nomi was like a little sister to you. After Bond had left, you mentored her. Taught her how to shoot targets, how to hide, everything she needed for the field. Not knowing about her fate haunted you every day. But you finally knew that she was alive.

“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry…” You apologized over and over again. “I sent you into a death trap, I-”

“C, it happened. It’s in the past now. Look at me, I’m here.” Her chocolate orbs scaled your body, noticing the wedding dress. “What are you in..?”

“It’s a long story. Safin..he’s obsessed…”

“Oh my god. Holy fuck..” Nomi cursed. You didn’t even have to explain to her what had happened. It was too bizarre to be explained. “We gotta get you outta here. Did he hurt you?”

You stood up, grabbing her shoulder. “No, not once. We have to be careful. I don’t know if there are guards lurking here or not.” Nomi held a pistol instead of a rifle, a small weapon. “That won’t last you. His men are dangerous. There’s a range I can take you to with better weapons. Just follow my lead?’

“Yes Ma’am.” Nomi nodded. She always called you ma’am as a sign of respect.

Leaning against the door, you tried to hear any incoming footsteps or breathes but heard none. You peaked your head out the door and looked both ways. The range was only a hallway down. You and Nomi moved quicked, your eyes both peeled. Upon entering the range, you locked the door and lead her to the arsenal of weapons.

“How’d the hell you know ‘bout this?” The female agent asked, admiring all of the weapons. They were far better than her tiny gun. She took a Car-15 and a few other small weapons, finding the ammo for them.

You decided to quickly change out of your wedding dress into a thermal turtleneck and utility pants for more comfort.  “Safin let me shoot. Treated me like I was a guest more than a prisoner. I don’t know what he’s capable of. He’s unnerving..”

“Seemed like he was obsessed with you. Q had recovered the footage from your apartment. He purred into your ear...” Nomi replied. You handed her some ammo, which she thanked you for. You raised your eyebrows in response, confirming it as true.

“Shit, you poor thing…” Nomi responded. “We looked everywhere we could for you. Q looked day and night for you. Nothing would come up until the signal. The office lost it. They knew it was you..”

“I made it come up.” Clicking the ammo into your rifle, you looked at Nomi. “Did they send you alone?’

“No, Bond came with. He’s after Safin, I’m after you.”

“Shit,” You cursed. “Bond’s fucked. He’s got guards for-”

“C, he’s Bond. That man doesn’t die.” Nomi did have a point. Bond had been a double agent for over a decade. He had been one of the longest living double oh’s. You hoped Nomi would follow in his footsteps.

“Still, Safin’s dangerous.” You explained. You were talking about your husband who you had married an hour ago. With Nomi back, a small spark of fight had been ignited. All of your hope that had been lost came back. “We’ve got to take him down before it’s too late.”

-----

“James Bond. License to kill, history of violence... I could be speaking to my own reflection. Only your skills will die with your body, while mine will survive long after I'm gone.”

James had feared the worst. This was his first time coming face to face with the infamous Safin. He didn’t hold to kindly to him considering that he tried to kill him and his fellow agents with explosives. Only two of the double oh’s had died from the explosions, which wasn’t ideal but it was better than losing all of them. He had remembered being stuck under the rubble with Nomi for hours before being pulled out by Italian Agents. M16 had been pulled into a trap and they were paying for it. Not only had they lost a few agents, but they lost one of there most valuable resources. C’s sudden disappearance was immediately connected to Safin. The CIA even aided in C’s search but no trace of her had been found. It wasn’t until a signal had come to M16 from a small, Medterrian island.

“We are not the same person,” James responded, a cold and harsh tone in his voice. ‘Where is she?”

“She? You mean y/n?” Safin raised an eyebrow. He should have known. Once you had disappeared, the island came under attack by M16 agents and the two double oh’s. “She is a rather smart girl, isn’t she?”

“Where.Is.She?” Bond repeated. He could only imagine the horrible things Safin would have done to C. “Your island is surrounded and your men have been taken down. Your little game is over...”

“Y/n’s loyalty to me is undying, Bond. She was more loving and honest than your little Madeliene ever was to anyone.” Safin hissed with full venom in his words. He could see Bond’s face twist with anger.

“Y/n is mine, and mine to keep. She belongs to me. You won’t take her away from me.”

“History is not kind to men who play god.”

Safin was prepared to respond. A gun rested under the table. One wrong move and Bond would be dead. If he could kill a miliatry squad, than two agents were practically nothing. Y/n was going to stay by his side forever like she had promised earlier. Safin had plans to move them to another remote area and hide away, keeping you under a strict order until you had loved him. Bond wanted to steal Y/n, just like he had stolen Madeliene. Safin saw no point in keep his reflection alive. As his hand raised to shoot bond, he went still. A sharp object was held at his throat, making him freeze. The all too familiar chanel perfume roamed in his noise.

“Not such a clever man now are we?”

You held a knife to his throat, restricting his solider. The gun Safin had been holding slid out of his hands with you throwing him off guard. Nomi had taken down the two guards in the room. Bond upon seeing you looked astonished.

“Your alive.” was all he was maybe to mutter. He stood up and helped you restrain Safin down to secure his arms. Nomi radioed in for backup to come aid the three of you.

“Barley.” You responded, a nod. Bond had so many entouncters with death that it became normal for him. Safin looked at you, but not with anger. His eyebrows were soft and milky orbs full of sadness. It looked like his heart had been shattered. You held Safin down as Bond and Nomi approached the M16 agents who came to retrieve Safin and destory his base.

“How could you do this to us?” Safin whispered, seeming perplexed and betrayed. He looked back to catch a glimpse of your beautiful face. “You promised yo-”

“There is no us, Safin. There will never be an us. Ever.” You said to him with your usual stubbornness back. A few soldiers had come over and grabbed Safin. He never fought once and was simply dragged away, his eyes refusing to leave you. Safin looked like a sad lost puppy. You couldn’t believe it was happening.

You were finally free.

-----

You watched the island you had called home get smaller and smaller as the chopper you resided in flew away. Bond and Nomi sat across from you, relieved that you were alive. Most of the analysts and agents at M16 assumed you had been killed. But here you were, three months later, alive but broken. The two agents asked you thousands of questions, and you of course had responded. Bond refused to believe that Safin was in love with you. Nomi wasn’t shocked, saying that Safin seemed like a lonely creep who wanted someone to use. You corrected her by saying he wanted someone to love, company in his darkness. The two agents found it hard to believe that Safin was capable of holding feelings for other humans.

Why did you defined Safin?

In every question they asked, you felt like you were justifying Safin’s actions. You were trying not to. Safin was a monster who deserved no pity. Even if he had a tragic upbringing. No human was born evil, but made. Safin never had a clear understanding of what was right or wrong. He grew up a labrat, abused and used. He was a product of hate and had ruthlessness embedded in his blood from a young age. Bond and Safin were similar, yet so different. Bond was the hero everyone had expected. Safin was a lot of things in your head, misunderstood being one of them. His heartbroken expression still haunts your mind. As the chopper flies away, you look out into the Medterrian Sea with the moon shining onto.

You’re free from Safin. You should have been overjoyed, excited to go home and go back to a normal life. See your friends and family and recover from all of the pain you had experienced.

But instead of feeling happy, you felt sad.

Why did you feel so Heartbroken?

#rami malek x reader #safin x reader #safin #rami malek #james bond #no time to die #my writing

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Zen and Jumin's weddings

ZEN AND JUMIN'S WEDDINGS

ZEN’S WEDDING

Jaehee

Obviously she was very wary about the possibility of Zen getting married, but by the time that Zen and the MC are getting married she knows those two are going to do their thing even if it's maybe not the wisest thing.

Despite her apprehension, she gets super into the wedding prep from the fandom's side, as it's too good an opportunity not to have a public face for it, and she is going to make sure it's a good one.

She almost ends up in the hospital sick with shock when Jumin gives her two weeks off as a holiday for it, so that she can prepare. It's made a little better when he dumps Elizabeth off on her halfway through. Making sure not to let cat hair get into anything related to the wedding felt close enough to 'normal crunch time' to make her feel reassured.

She tries to remain calm and composed, but it's such a beautiful ceremony, and Zen sparkles like an angel in the sunlight, and she ends up crying anyway.

Yoosung comments that she seems like a mother, and for a brief moment, her soul leaves her body. She hasn't gotten that old, has she?

During the wedding photos, MC pulls her in to pose with them for a few. She can't decide if she's more flattered or mortified, but getting a hug from Zen isn't something she'll ever complain about.

Both the couple and Jumin compliment her for the work she puts in to the wedding, and that's all well and good until she hears Jumin muttering about getting into wedding planning. She knows she heard something about cats.

Yoosung

He's soooooooooooooooooooooo jealous!

sob sob he still doesn't even have a girlfriend when the wedding happens.

Seven offering to dress up as his girlfriend there does not help.

In the end, he invites his guild to the wedding as well, and he does feel a bit better when they're jealous he even knows a girl as cute as her. He got to feel pretty smug about how everyone else was swooning and crushing on her while he was his friend! Just pretend he wasn't once crushing super hard on her.

The wedding feels kind of like some kind of celebrity production? It's fancy and flashy, and not really the kind of wedding he'd want to have, but who is he kidding? He's never getting married, ha ha h a.

Zen basically fastball pitches the garter directly at him and he has no idea what to do. He hyperventilates a bit, actually.

There's! Free! Honey Buddha Chips!

He almost vomits from overeating those, and has to sit down and think about his choices during the dance. No more Honey Buddha Chips for him for a good long time. At least a whole weekend.

He gets a little teary-eyed in the end, though, because a few years ago he never would have imagined that the RFA could have lasted this long, that everyone could come back from that cliff he'd seen, where everyone was about to fall off and fall apart. Somehow, ever since the MC appeared, everyone's lives got better, even if Zen was the only one who ended up with a girlfriend (wife! aaaa, so romantic!) out of it, and they could all stand together in a wedding now, with bright futures for everyone.

He can't help but be inspired to follow his dreams, too, even if working for C&R is harder than he expected it to be.

He's still mad that V couldn't be bothered to come and see the wedding, though. Jerk.

Jumin

He insists on funding it. Zen fights with him over it for a bit, but when he points out just how expensive it would be to cater to the rather large fanbase Zen has amassed, given that Zen decided to invite all of creation to his wedding, he eventually wins the argument. Obviously.

It's the first time he's been someone's best man, even if the offer is...unusually angry, for the subject matter.

It's not the first time he's been asked to be one, but it is the first time he actually gets to be one.

He doesn't need any woman in his life other than Elizabeth the 3rd, but he is happy to see two friends of his so happy. Love isn't really something he puts much stock into, but if there were any two people whom he could believe in when it comes to that, it's the two being married.

Although he's not as...expressive...as some of the other RFA around, he's extremely happy for them, to the point that there's a warmth in his chest that feels like it might burst out. Zen says his face looks weird, at some point, and the MC elbows Zen hard enough to knock the breath out of him.

He imagines the photos they pose for in the wedding are much like the ones in the wedding that hadn't had the chance to happen.

He chooses to believe that if V were there, his old friend would have had a wonderful time. Undoubtedly, he would have demanded to be the wedding photographer. Perhaps because of that, he finds himself often distracted by meaningless thoughts, except when MC or Zen would grab his arm or hand and yank him off into some other frivolity related to the celebration.

It isn't so bad to attend a wedding every once in a while, if it's one of his friends'.

He accidentally drinks a little too much, and at some point in the evening he's rather certain Assistant Kang physically pushes him out of a room when he'd been in serious negotiations with Luciel about an intriguing business prospect. His memory of the event is too hazy to be certain, however, so he chooses not to address it later.

Somehow he ends up in the wrong car and falls asleep in the married couple's limousine instead of his own.

Obviously he ignores Zen's annoyed lecture in the morning.

MC makes a radiant wife, and even he appreciates her bashful smile when he says so, right up until Zen forcibly ejects him from their dwelling.

Zen

He can't believe this is actually real!

It's not just a dream, it's not even one of his prophetic ones. It's real. It's actually happening. After looking forward to this and hoping for it for so long, after having to delay this for years and apologize to his disappointed girlfriend, finally! Finally he can put a ring on her hand and declare to the world "Hands off! This here is Zen's wife, and she's perfect!"

His agent and Jaehee were both pretty worried about what it might do to his career to be publicly married, given how important his sex appeal and the female part of his fanbase is...but even if it means he'll never reach his full potential and they'll just have to survive on small gigs forever, he wanted to spend his life with MC. And that meant marrying her. In public. Not in hiding. He wouldn't do that to her.

Jumin of course stuck his nose in and demanded to pay for it...and...whatever. He guesses it's not such a bad deal. Not having to worry about a budget means that it'll give Jaehee the freedom to set things up as she needs to, and it means he can also give MC whatever wedding it is she dreams of. Even if it's a blow to his pride if what she wants is something he couldn't personally afford without Jumin's help.

Why was he even worried? Of course she doesn't. Her dream is just to be with him, no matter what that means, and he clutches his heart and wonders what the hell he'd ever done to deserve someone so perfect in his life.

It's a roaring success, the wedding. Really, it's a huge turn out, and he basks in all the attention and adulation, no doubt.

But it's his love and his friends that really matter to him.

If someone told him years ago he'd ask Jumin Han, Mr. Trust Fund Kid, to be his best man at his wedding he'd have laughed and then punched that person in the face. Because it'd probably be 7. What a wild ride the world has been since meeting the MC. Making up with Jumin Han is almost more stunning than getting married, honestly.

Yoosung looks a little lost and upset, and while he now #cantrelate, he actually can.

He's not sure how much he trusts superstitions like that specifically, but it doesn't hurt to make sure he knows who gets the garter belt. Maybe Yoosung could find a cute gamer nerd girl somewhere in C&R? That's possible, right?!

It's basically picture perfect, but then they could have gotten married in an alley with a bunch of stumbling drunks and it would have felt perfect if she were beside him.

That does not mean he was willing to take Seven's suggestions about how to handle the venue, though. He's a romantic, but he's not crazy.

Has he ever seen Jumin Han drunk before? Has the world ever seen it before? He's not sure, but it's kind of funny, and his wife - oh wow, it's his wife now, he has a wife! - finds it cute. Aside from a briefly terrifying moment when someone gave Jumin a cat ear headband, it's fairly harmless anyway. It's not bad to see even the Trust Fund Kid loosen up and act like a normal person.

Right up until the damn fool ends up passed out in their car and not waking for the end of the world.

obviously he drags the trust fund kid in to sleep on the couch overnight, not in the car, but missing out on a proper wedding night is almost enough to reignite his rivalry with Jumin Han. If he can't handle his liquor then he needs to be more careful about drinking it, dammit!

His wife is, frankly, way too understanding.

But that's not the worst thing in the world for a wife to be.

It means she doesn't have any problem pretending that the morning after is the wedding night before.

707

This venue SUCKS.

If they'd asked him, he'd have set up an AWESOME WEDDING HALL. Maybe on a mountain top in the alps? Maybe in a deep sea submarine? It's be frankly awesome. The wedding guests would have to go on a three day trek through Tibet, a harrowing adventure in a rainforest, and retrieve a hidden treasure for their invites. No one would forget the wedding he planned.

For some reason, he was completely banned from even making suggestions about the wedding.

rude, honestly.

He shows up despite that, because he's just that good of a friend, even though it means sneaking out in the middle of a job and leaving a robot version of himself as a decoy to fool his maid. Okay, maybe especially because it was skipping out on work, but mostly it was just to show up and support his friends!

Also free food.

Obviously he catered all the honey buddha chips! But besides the stuff he brought, there's still a bunch of free food, and a smart man doesn't turn down free food.

Yoosung probably should consider doing that, though, as the poor kid looks pretty green there halfway through the reception. 7, great friend that he is, sticks around and comforts Yoosung until a garter basically smacks Yoosung directly in the face.

It's hard to be comforting when he can no longer breathe. He hasn't laughed that hard in ages!

It feels pretty good, honestly. Seeing Zen succeed, seeing the party coordinator fit in and find her place so well in the RFA. For a little while he'd started to believe that maybe all the good, happy days of the RFA were in the past, but then the MC appeared, and...er...despite that little bomb mishap, things had really turned around and the world had brightened.

Well, actually his life is pretty much the same as it's always been. But seeing the RFA perk up, and watching them all succeed and be happy?

It makes him happy.

The tears in his eyes are from laughter when he accidentally beans the CEO-in-line in the face with a handful of rice.

Oh man wouldn't it be funny if Jumin Han ended up in the wrong car?

JUMIN'S WEDDING

Jaehee

Weirdly enough, she's not expected to do any work to prepare for the wedding. He takes an entire month off for the wedding, which gives her waking nightmares up until he also gives her the time off as well. She's tempted not to agree, because C&R might well burn down if both of them were gone for so long...but the chances of the Chairman actually firing anyone over his son's wedding are low enough for her to go along with it.

She politely declines the offer to be the Maid of Honor, but appreciates the gesture.

Elizabeth is chosen as it instead and she immediately regrets her choices. Partly for Zen's sake. The MC is clearly a bad influence on the corporate heir, given how utterly amused she looks about this, and that it was apparently the woman's suggestion, not Jumin's.

Alas, it's too late to stop the wedding.

It goes without saying that the wedding is so extravagant that she's pretty sure she'd spend half of the budget of her entire year just on the ceremony, even with out the reception. But part of that is because the Chairman chose to sponsor it, as a gesture of approval for his son's union.

It's for the best, because it keeps the wedding from being entirely cat themed.

It's not really her place, but she's never seen the Chairman look so genuinely proud of Jumin before as when he stood in the wedding hall. Well, it's a relief to see that their relationship seems to be repaired.

There's of course plenty of press outside the venue, but there's more than enough security to keep them all outside. Only the RFA and other friends and family are allowed inside, and that's probably for the best given...the cat maid of honor thing.

She doesn't think that's the kind of kiss a groom is supposed to give the bride.

She's never seen her boss so happy.

Maybe this will be the end of cat related business opportunities?

It's not.

Zen

HE'S SO MAD

AAAA WHY THIS TRUST FUND KID?!

She's clearly happy, though. He can't say he approves of how quickly they rushed into marriage - getting engaged after only knowing each other for two weeks?! CRAZY. It's crazy!

He comes to the wedding anyway, and immediately regrets it. Why the hell is the furball there?! It's like the man is turning the wedding into some kind of a joke! It makes him want to pick a fight with the man right then and there!

He doesn't.

But he's tempted to.

It has nothing to do with the fact that Jumin is constantly guarded by the furball, okay?

He sneezes through their vows, and it serves Jumin 100% right. If he could have managed to breathe properly, the deathly look Jumin turns on him would have been returned with a smirk.

But he can't, because he can't breathe.

Because CAT.

DAMMIT THE RECEPTION IS CAT THEMED TOO

CAT PLATES

THE CAKE IS SHAPED LIKE THE FURBALL

THIS IS HELL.

But...it is good to see the RFA happy, especially MC. It's just that he can barely see that through all of his sneezing.

THE FURBALL

ATTACKED

HIM

He doesn't remember what happens after that.

When he wakes up in bed, the Trust Fund Kid and the MC are sitting nearby.

He has literally no idea of how he got home, and neither of them bother to explain it. They're up and out pretty shortly after, because they have business to attend to.

He's really, really, really sure he knows what the smirk Jumin gives him means, and it takes all he has not to drop kick the newly married heir.

What a jerk.

Yoosung

He's jealous!

The wedding hall looks like something out of a fairy tale, even more majestic than the most expensive wedding hall that players can rent out in LOLOL. He's not even the bride and even he feels kind of like a princess going into it!

He doesn't know why, but they ask him to be the best man, and he feels so fancy up there that he almost starts speaking in an old-fashioned way.

Honestly? He's not sure how he feels about the fact that the Maid of Honor is actually Elizabeth...but well, MC gives him such a glowing and supportive smile, and Jumin also seems to be so approving of him that he supposes he can choose not to feel insulted that he apparently is on the same level as a literal cat.

He also gets to pet the cat, which is kind of nice? Now that he's just 'visiting' the cat, anyway, and not expected to take care of it or have it rolling all over his expensive equipment.

For some reason, V is apparently too busy to stay the whole ceremony, but he does show up to take photos anyway. It does make sense that V would be the wedding photographer, though.

Yoosung still disapproves that V can't be bothered to stay the whole time. Surely he would have been the best man otherwise?!

The press outside is pretty scary, but those security guards keep them at bay, and hey! He recognizes one of them! The guard even waves at him.

There's more food than he's seen in his entire life at the reception. There's also honey buddha chip bags! SCORE!

When it comes time for wedding gifts, Jumin actually gives him a gift instead. That's confusing enough on its own, but when he opens it he gets even more confused. Pl-playbo-?!

Oh, no, it's something called "Expert Playboy", which seems to be some kind of a magazine about...how to be high society or something.

Well, the gesture is thoughtful! Even if Jumin is kind of blunt about the fact that he needs to study those to get a girlfriend. But then again...? It's also nice if he could get a girlfriend from it.

He's probably overly emotional because of how the day is, but he can't help crying a little in happiness when he sees how everyone is together again. It'd been pretty hard to believe things would turn out this way back before the MC arrived, or even during the crisis that followed, but...somehow everyone made it through, and even if it was kind of surprising to see a wedding so soon (but it's romantic~! Aa~) it gives him hope for the future.

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He's happy for them. Honestly. Kinda weird that they rushed into it, but who was he to judge?

He's officially given up the right to judge anyone anymore. Ever. At all.

It's a hard decision to actually go to the wedding, since he's not feeling very joyful even then, but he's done enough of not being there for people who are important to him to last for one life time, he might as well make it for the wedding. Besides, he knows the RFA well enough to know that if he skips out, even with a good excuse, they'll all worry, and someone might actually physically come by and pick him up.

It might be V, which means his security won't even keep them out.

The wedding is on short notice, and he has no idea what to get for The Couple Who Has Everything, so he resolves to buy the first thing he sees for sale on the way to the wedding hall.

It's...a...cactus? He gets them a cactus. MC, angel that she is, takes it like it was actually a thoughtful gift. (hesnotjealoushesnotjealoushesnotjealous)

He gets to realize at least part of his dream: he bursts into the wedding hall a little late on purpose, shouting "I OBJECT TO THIS WEDDING!"

He mistimed it, so it's too early for that. That's awkward. But he rolls with it anyway. At the very least he can still rush the altar and take Elly away by the paw, even if she's not the bride.

Getting physically thrown out of the wedding hall while over the top shrieking is hashtag-worth-it.

He's still let into the reception afterward, because his friends are too good for him, honestly.

It's hard to believe that there's anything but darkness in his future, but seeing even Jumin Han lovestruck and married...maybe it's not totally impossible for things to turn around in a way he never expected, and end up with a happy ending for him, too?

Probably not.

She's radiant, glowing like an angel in the reception, and who is he kidding? He's absolutely jealous that she picked Jumin over him, but...hah. It wasn't really like there was ever an actual competition going on. That whole thing was all in his mind. And anyway, a person who abandoned his other half didn't deserve to find a different other half.

There's a zero percent chance that he's not going to find a way to prank Yoosung about those strange magazines Jumin gave him.

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The wedding needs to be perfect. No expense will be spared. He's done research, he knows what these kinds of weddings look like, and he's going to make sure it's the most absolutely extravagant and beautiful ceremony possible, because nothing less than that can hope to express his love for her. He wants nothing less than a wonderland that will earn those beautiful smiles from her at every turn.

He'd like for V to be best man, but his old friend is feeling too frail for that, and so while he promises to come and take pictures, he can't accept the honor of being best man.

It's briefly horrifying when MC suggests it should be Zen instead, but they ultimately agree on Yoosung. Perhaps it will give him motivation to further his studies and make a man of himself.

When Assistant Kang refuses to be the Maid of Honor, the MC goes into a giggling fit that ends with her on the floor, suggesting Elizabeth the 3rd do it. It's a thoroughly silly suggestion, but it brings her such glee that he can't deny it. It's probably for the best they didn't choose Zen for the best man.

The wedding isn't anywhere close to the perfect plan. Elizabeth wanders off from where she was meant to sit in the middle of the ceremony and Assistant Kang has to retrieve her before they can continue. Zen purposefully sneezes through their vows in an overwrought protest, and at one point Luciel breaks into the wedding hall and tries to kidnap Elizabeth. Zen almost certainly only drags the hacker out as an opportunity to get away from Elizabeth.

It's a horrifying train wreck.

Yet, he's never seen the MC look so happy before. His father speaks kindly to her, without any hint of his usual philandering nature.

She's the most beautiful creature he's ever laid eyes on.

When she smiles up at him, he forgets anyone else is around, and he needs no prompting to kiss his bride. Although, perhaps, in retrospect maybe he should have been more considerate and conscious of those around him when he does so. But then again...no.

From now on, the concerns of his wife supersede anything else. She will be the #1 in his life, from this point onward. Forever.

This is the life he wants for her: one where she is first in everything. One where she is given all that she could ever desire. One where she will never need to question whether she is loved.

Although he kept them out of the wedding hall itself, the press is waiting outside, of course. The heir in line of C&R and his new wife, alongside the current CEO of C&R would make news no matter what. And that's just fine with him. The world should see his beloved, and how beautiful she is. The world will, in fact, see her. He's sure of that. Never so much to overwhelm her, but enough to ensure no one would ever question that she is his one and only. That he may not deserve her, but she deserves everything.

The reception goes much better than the wedding, fortunately. Assistant Kang ends up with the bouquet, looking quite confused. Luciel behaves better in the reception hall than the wedding one, and even provides a gift.

It's...puzzling, but he seems genuinely proud of it.

His new wife is quite happy with it.

His wife.

This woman, the only one to understand him, the one to help him detangle all the threads in his mind, this woman is his wife.

In a way he already is, but a part of him quite literally wishes to climb onto a rooftop and shout out to the world that she is his wife now, his love, and the one he will spend his life with. No one else but her.

He thinks it's a rather frivolous thought, but V calls it romantic, and smiles in a more genuine and warm way than he's seen his old friend smile in a while.

He fails to convince V to get the eye surgery just yet, but...V does happily take photographs for the wedding, and seeing his friend taking photos again - enjoying himself once more - is a greater gift than he could ever ask for.

It's all quite wonderful, until Elizabeth the 3rd - apparently - hops into Zen's lap expecting attention. He isn't sure why she does this. Perhaps she was confused? Perhaps she simply wondered why the man continued making so much noise and sought to comfort or silence him? Whatever the case, the man has a public meltdown and ends up on the floor in a rather disgusting mess of snot and tears.

It's probably wrong to leave him there, yes.

Instead, he has Driver Kim pick up the man and return him back to his house.

His wife truly is kind, looking over the semi-conscious man and ensuring he has allergy medicine until he comes to.

It doesn't take particularly long overall, but he still cannot help but enjoy watching his new wife as she moves around the room and the bed, taking care of his most troublesome friend. Truly, he cannot measure the fortune and luck that he has stumbled into by meeting her, by loving her, and by her loving him in return. Nothing in his life can truly compare.

It seems he is visibly lovestruck, as he's caught out of his daze by the feel of her lips on his cheek, just before Zen stirs and wonders in confusion as to where he's ended up.

He imagines it's quite understandable even to Zen why he's in a hurry to wrap things up and return home with his new wife.

It is after all, their wedding night.

And he is quite finished with spending nights away from his love.

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