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mydisenchantedeulogy · 1 year ago

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Candy Coated [Chapter Ten] Faith [Buddha]

A/n: the art was made by the lovely Somanoko of Ao3. In the last chapter, I used the colored image of this piece, but I'm in love with this version too. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): Buddha being Buddha, first kiss, conflicting emotions, teasing, character lore, Buddhism, female reader, easing into love.

Tag list: @useless-potatho , @tojibreedingme , @quinloki , @yingxian, @2lottie2, @lunas-nova , @anduinandwrathionlover, @tiredfairy, @the-queen-of-sorrows , @alientee , @lawlietliet, @hanaibea, @69your-best-night-mare69 , @bradshawwannabe

No Minors Allowed!!

From the corner of the screen, an icon of a familiar woman pops up. You raise a curious brow and eagerly click on it.

Randgriz welcomes you with a smile but before you can greet her, she begins to speak.

"Welcome viewer. I am Randgriz, the fourth-oldest of the Valkyries. It is my pleasure to serve as your narrator during this portion of the first battle."

Oh neat. The Valkyries went all out in this tournament. You listen to Randgriz explain the narration option before she continues.

"Let us go over the history of Humanity's representative for the first round, Lü Bu."

A window pops up in her place and shows an open sky, then pans down to a small village on a grassy plateau. Sitting bareback on a muscular horse is a child with blood on his face.

You hum. This must be Lü Bu. Even though he is a child, he is intimidating.

"According to the records of the three kingdoms, it has been said that Lü Bu came from a Mongolian tribe," Randgriz mentions. "However, we're yet to confirm his origin."

The door to the room comes open, pulling your attention away from the screen for a moment. You smile as Buddha walks in.

Shortly after the start of the match, he got a craving for popcorn and left to find some. Based on the pout he's wearing and the absence of popcorn, you assume he could not find any.

"No such luck, huh?" You ask.

Buddha sighs.

"No, but Bu-chan said she would have some brought over soon." He pauses a moment to look at the screen and raises a brow.

"It's a history lesson," you state. "Do you want to watch it with me?"

Buddha yawns, obviously not interested.

"If you want a lesson, I can give you one."

You snort.

"What sort of lesson does the Buddha have for me?"

The said man grins and sits in the middle of the floor with his legs crossed, motioning for you to join him. You sit the tablet down and ease to the floor in front of him. Once you are comfortable, you give him a nod.

"It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It can not be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell," he recites.

You raise a brow, not exactly certain what he is trying to say.

"Elaborate."

"Knowing others is wisdom, knowing yourself is enlightenment," he clarifies.

You hum.

"I don't think there was ever a time when I was alive that I just focused on me. Who am I? What makes me happy? I let the motion of life pull me down even though these questions were the most important aspect of me."

"You have all the time in the world now," Buddha mentions. He rests his hands in his lap face up, a pose you recognize from statues of him. "So who are you? And what makes you happy? Aside from material things."

Material things? So he means abstract things. Raising your hand, you name some; little things in life - now death - that make you happy.

Turning your eyes to him, your face turns red as you notice the look of interest in his expression.

"And I'm happy here…with you and Jataka. I don't want to be forced to say goodbye."

The thought of being torn away from the two of them sinks you into despair.

"Humanity must win," you utter.

Buddha raises his right arm and faces it outwards; the other reaches out to touch your arm.

"Have some faith in me. I won't let you be sad."

He truly is perfect.

Whether it is because of the tether or not, you can not ignore the sensation of fondness that devours you. Glancing at his lips, you turn your eyes to his in question, noticing the lily pattern in them. For a moment, the urge to taste him fades from your mind.

"What does it mean when your eyes do that?" You ask.

Buddha grins.

"Bu-chan calls it 'future vision'. But it's a form of precognition."

You widen your eyes.

"You can see into the future?"

The history books never said anything about this. You feel like years of classes meant nothing.

Buddha laughs.

"Only a moment.”

That is insane. But you suppose it would explain certain occurrences you have witnessed while living with him. Like the time he predicted that you would catch the can of chips that nearly fell on your head or the time he separated the jelly beans to prank Zeus.

"That's some ability,” you mention with a grin.

It sounds almost too good to be true though, despite the proof. You sort of want to test it. And the opportunity falls into your lap with an innocent thought.

Would he mind if I kissed him?

You are not sure what has come over you but the suggestion of concentrating just on him is what you yearn to do.

"So you can see a moment before I make a move. I'm curious. What will I do?"

Buddha widens his eyes.

"That's valiant of you.”

Warmth spreads to your face.

"You have no idea.”

Sitting up on your knees, you lean forward, but at the last second, you tilt your head and kiss him on the cheek.

"I saw what you did," Buddha states with a grin.

He turns your face toward him.

"If you want to kiss me, then do it.”

He's straightforward. But he is right.

You eagerly lean in, however, a sudden knock at the door startles you. Buddha laughs, then calls in the visitor, much to your displeasure.

A young woman with a veil over her eyes enters. She bows respectively.

"I apologize for my intrusion, Lord Buddha, but Lady Brunhilde sent me over with your request.”

Moving to the side, the woman snaps her fingers, and moments later, another woman with a cart walks in. On it is a bucket of popcorn and several other snacks and sweets.

The woman with the veil bows again as the second woman rushes from the room.

"She insists that you watch what is to come.”

You raise a brow in question but the young woman turns and walks away, closing the door behind her.

"I was wondering when that would make an appearance,” Buddha utters.

"W-what do you mean?” You ask.

Despite your curious nature, you are an absolute wreck. Moments ago, you were about to kiss a God. The mortified heat on your face only intensifies. A part of you is relieved to have been interrupted, but the other is disappointed.

"We might as well do as Bu-chan says,” Buddha utters with a sigh.

Nodding in agreement, you shakily stand and walk over to the hanging seat to retrieve the tablet. Before you return to Buddha, you bring a bucket of popcorn back with you, sitting on the floor beside the God. He takes the device and returns the screen to the arena.

In the meantime, you watch his reaction, unsure of how he can appear so calm after what had happened.

"Shaka?”

The God hums but a bright light consumes the screen and draws his attention.

You lean over to look, pushing aside the question you want to ask, at least for the time being.

The halberd that Lü Bu came into the arena with is glowing intensely as he blocks Thor’s attack. How is he able to go toe to toe with the God? As he strikes one of the gloves that Thor wears, it suddenly shatters.

"How did he–”

"That is a Divine Weapon,” Buddha interrupts.

You raise a brow.

"Like a weapon made by the Gods?”

"Something like that,” Buddha answers. He grins. "It's the act of uniting the soul of a Human with the soul of a Valkyrie, called a Völundr. Bu-chan calls it Humanity's own cheat.”

How is this possible?

You notice an icon pop onto the screen matching the shape of the halberd. Clicking on it, you read over the details.

"Sky Piercer. This weapon takes on the Valkyrie it possesses. In this case, the 4th Valkyrie, Radgritz, meaning shield breaker.”

Your eyes widen.

"Radgritz? She and Lü Bu are united. But how?”

Buddha hums.

"It works by using the power of Samavadhāna, a practice I taught them.”

Is this what Brunhilde had planned? The secret meetings that she had with Buddha.

They were always one step ahead.

"I'm sorry,” you utter, averting your eyes to the floor. "I doubted you and Bu-chan. But I won't ever do it again.”

Buddha laughs.

"It's in the hands of the fighters now, but she will be pleased to hear that.”

He lifts your face toward him.

"Like I said, have faith in me.”

Leaning in, he presses his lips against yours, tenderly. You eagerly return the kiss, but strangely your body is at ease. No anxiety, no agitation. Not at all what you were expecting, albeit this is incredible.

I feel…calm.

Is this good or bad?

#buddha (ror)#record of ragnorak fanfic #buddha x reader #female reader insert #record of ragnarok fandom #shuumatsu no valkyrie

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lamentingocean · 1 year ago

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☆Sword Demon x Martial Art Prodigy Reader

Part 2☆

Warning: a bit of violence, a bring up of sky and yeri, vent, and, philosophy shit and wisdom.

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You landed at white hawk town to take a little drink/ a break right before you find the mighty sword demon that comes out of the darkest shadows in the halls to express his undying power to most cult enemies, but jaha finds him inspiring and also worthy to be a master but that's pretty obvious since he taught mongrang martial arts also electing him to be part of the 4 great evils of the murim world that is matching superhuman strength. He wonders how he's able to beat jaha to a pulp even though jaha made him go through a lot. But no. That will get him killed.

you saw him while you were drinking your specially edited wine with the freshest plants made to put it as a delectable drink, sipping a small portion of it from the cup to the pool of your mouth, it cost 3000 yuan, pretty normal price for a rich province born martial artist such as yourself. your eyes looked to the left to see mongrang staring at your back, even the girls around him were fuming in an ocean of jealousy since they saw him look at you for a couple minutes. your neck snapped right back at him to intimidate a bit. but he didn't get fazed at your attitude that didn't flinch when it shot him like a gun.

his steps rushed to you and sat at the seat right across from your table. He seems to be intrigued by your physique, appearance, and hopelessly beautiful jewelry lathering right across your body like a violet evergarden village of the delicate scenery, he took a small cup and slowly poured the dark subtance to his own cup to break off the argumentative silence a bit. he kinda knew that his charisma couldn't work on a province born sword wielder. even when you got the news that he apparently acted pathetic to a sect leader capable of killing a bunch of men rather than treating women properly in this world. it rattled a light chuckle a bit before you took a sip of your expensive wine.

he scowled a bit at your chuckle and spoke up. "Hello, I'm mongrang. such a divine little thing you are..so where are you from?" You slammed your cup down to his sudden question. you analyzed that he's trying so hard to spread out his charisma like a virus, but all you are thinking about is to see the mighty sword demon. Perhaps this pervert has the key to exposing his locations. you answer in a condescending tone to possibly drive him away. "I'm from the Liang Province. Belonging to a family of wealth. anyways. if you can be at any use to be, then do you know where the sword demon resides? I need to meet him immediately. " he was confused at why you suddenly wanted to meet his master but he had something else in mind.

"If you would give me a little kiss on the lips, then I will lead you to him." You stuck your tongue out in disgust of ever touching your own lip skin onto mongrang's perky lips that probably has a lot of DNA in them by every relationship he ever been in with a woman. until a girl jumped in joy right behind his long brown hair, holding a box of specialty chocolates. costing 7000 yuan in total.

"Yeri!"

she took his hand away from you, whispering in ear, but you overheard in the easiest way possible: "I'm gonna meet my girlfriend sky. wanna come with me?" You stood up once they ran off like boyfriend and girlfriend to a nearby forest full of a bunch of fresh grown chinese fruits. it was a beautiful lake glimmering of the bright sun. It's a small bridge that leads to a nearby village. you must think that's where the sword demon must reside. shaving the dirt of his sword to see any visitors in his training grounds. you walked even further to see a big house. a sound of sword striking is heard from the inside of the gates. you approached the gates to see a man sitting right at the left of the house. is that who I think it is? Is the legend of the sword demon true? It isn't a lie? Maybe this is only a mere disciple? I shouldn't eavesdrop on a random disciple. I should just go-

"whoever is at my gate. show yourself."

Your skin blitzed with fear at the strikingly terrifying sound of his voice calling out to an intruder he's going to kill soon, but you caved it and opened the main gates to see a site never to be seen in your life. The beautifully powerful sword demon with his hair withering at the wind of his unapproachable attitude in the way, being covered as an obstacle to set up with any sword decked out to be spilled by the controller of our hands.

his dim, gray eyes glanced up to see you in shock. To see the same kid training as a ruthless, relentless warrior of china to a full-fledged martial artist being praised in all the provinces for your outstanding combat skills. even he couldn't deny it as a good addition to the demon group of murim. he slowly put his sword that has a carving of a gray dragon on it and approached you in the most un-intimdating matter a demon could possibly do. he recognized you somehow. and some brief memories can get him to drop his unapproachable side of his human being and be a good person to those who grow up after training as a baby.

he reached his hand to you, and you did the same to him like you in him are on the same page with a rose on it that separates the petals from the plants. You softly smiled at him and felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders for a man this intimidating to make an elite fighter have piss run down his legs. "The legendary sword demon...it's really you." his throat cleared to his sudden alias, stepped back in a proper man.

and smiled in the same dull expression he gave to everybody. "Would you like some tea? Sir/ Miss Y/N?" Your mouth gasped at his kindness, bowed down to him, and gleefully took the generous offer to have tea with the mighty sword demon.

he had some leftover tea he had with mongrang in the back, poured it in a small container, and handed it to both you and him.

"It's so nice to meet you."

(And that's how it ends. I'm so sorry. I had to rush to make this right before I took my trip to japan. but don't worry. I will have internet there so my upload schedule is back to normal♡

#return of the crazy demon #jaha lee #return of the mad demon #webtoon #광마회귀 #sword demon #goddamnit #hate fucking work #no

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manisimp · 23 days ago

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So...I want to Share the "Proluge" to my current fic.

A Haikyuu Tsukiyama fic.Not proofread/done but Eh.

You know how the moon and the Stars hang on the night Sky,Dear one? And you know how they Shine upon us all in the night,shielding US from complete Darkness? Its Said that someone can be blessed by the celestial Bodies.That they can be gifted the Wisdom,strength,or Courage.Or anything Else.That they will Shine from within.That they are more. Its also Said they come with a heavy burden.That they can't be Happy anymore.That they are gifted Just to serve.That they live eternally to Help the helpless.That they never find Peace. I Wonder if that's true,or if the moon really IS Just a Rock circling earth.

"Thank you,Moonrisen!" "My name is Tsukishima."

A conversation he had more than enough of.Hes viewed like a god and treated like a slave and he doesn't like it one bit. The Last Person that demanded help literally wasn't even in need of help.Just a family of three that couldn't carry all their groceries in one Trip.And he has to give his freedom up to help them? He doesn't get it.

"Oh please,Moonlit!" "Oh i need help,Moonstar!" "Can you aid me and my family,Moonfallen?"

The endless nicknames he has gotten feel so flashy and unnecessary.Why cant he just be Tsukishima Kei? Why did the Moon have to burden him and make his life depleted of himself?

"KEI,come down!"

His Mother.She sounds angry.Probably because he hasn't left yet to Help.is it possible to just hide forever?

"I'm coming" is the short lived answer,and he finally puts his book away,gets up,stretches and gets dressed.The sun has just gotten up,ITS early in the morning.

"You're late. You should already be out and helping,Kei."

"The sun has just risen."

"You cant neglect your duty like that,young man! The moon has given you a special talent,why are you so adamant on not using it?"

"You're forcing me to do it anyway."

Hes already half out the door,deciding to ditch his Mothers breakfast for something from the nearby Shop- and some peace.

He only hears the faint " Don't think you get away that easy!" before he goes right.He scoffs. As if e no one lays hand on a 'Moonrisen'.

"That's 150 Re,please." He gets the Money out of his wallet an pays for his breakfast e he decided on some simple Nonrigid. But before he even gets his Change, someone approaches him.A lady that's new to the Small Village Kei calls his Residence.Not home.He never felt at home here.

"Oh,Mitsubishi-"

"Call him by his title,you ungrateful brat!" The immediate yell out of the Line lets Tsukishima scoff and roll his eyes in irritation.The woman covers slightly,intimidated.

" I'm almost done,then I'm at your ser- i mean ill help you." Kei says that strained and with a sigh.His mother implored him to never say 'Service' again because It is an honour that the moon choose him and how can he not be grateful.

He takes the food and change and leaves with the woman.And a silent sigh.

"Oh thank you,Moonrisen.You saved me!"

"Just doing-" He stops himself.He helped the lady fix her stranded car.Something he only was able to do with a lot of time and a YouTube tutorial. But if he says service again,or duty,that's gonna get to his Mom again. "I'm glad i could help."

Hes not.He wanted to meet Hinata today.They wanted to try out the new Flavours of the new drink that finally arrived in town.And Play Volleyball.He had to stop playing in a Club because of all this…stuff. But that's now busted. With a forced smile and a bow, he leaves e and promptly runs into Hinata and Kageyama.

"Oh.Hello." He notices they hold the new drink.The bottle is not opened.

"Tsukki! Where were you? The new drink sold out in Minutes and we barely-"

"I had to help." Kei stops Hinata with a sigh and a look to the right and some cold,dismissive Words.

"Oh,well.We figured that.So-" Kageyama gets straight to the point. Typical. No need to dwell on what cant be changed. But what Kageyama does next is surprising to Tsukishima. He hold out a third ,smaller bottle of the same drink.

"We were late too and there were only two full sized drinks over and well,you can see e" Hinatas probably eluding to the two bigger drinks in his Hand e " But they had half size bottles too,and we bought you one too!". The boy is practically extruding happiness.Kageyama just nods and mutters something,holding the drink to Tsukishima.

He takes the offered drink after short hesitation.Hinata and Kageyama are the onlyPeople that hes ever met that don't treat him special. To them,hes just a boy that likes Dinosaurs and Volleyball and Stupid Drinks that most of the time don't even taste like advertised.Stupid stuff.

Even when his skin started to glow from beneath.Even when he sat at full moon in his room,transfixed.Even when he became a 'Moonrisen'. To them,he was always just Kei.

He just wishes he would be seen like that from everyone.

Im writing at this thing for a month now and am not out of Chapter one yet,but the proluge is like ? Done ig? Idk.I wanna share it. Tell me your thoughts or sum idk.

#writer #anime #haikyu #tsukishima kei #not done yet #writeblr

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violet-ophelia-boss · 6 months ago

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CHAPTER 2: AN UNEXPECTED MEETING (based from the 4th to the 6th song of EPIC: the musical)

Y/n and Laz walked on the island to search for food, until Laz asked: << are you okay? I think you’re getting nervous these days…>>. << no no, really, I’m fine>> answers Y/n, while the other looks at them in the eyes, looks at the sword and rolls his eyes. << Look how you grip your sword! That is not how you do it when you’re “ok”. You shouldn’t even have your sword up right now. You can relax my friend!>> he replies back, making them put the sword back from its sheath. As they continue walking, Y/n notices how calm and happy their friend was. He was looking closely at the flowers, admiring the innocent creatures on the trees and breathing deeply the fresh air of the forest they were in. << You know, you should try taking the war a little bit behind and start greeting life. It’s never too late>> says Laz, smiling, giving Y/n an alstroemeria. Suddenly, 3 little creatures from a tree greeted the 2 humans. They were kind of small, with big open yellow/black eyes, light brown fur, a little brown tail and small hands. << STAY BACK!>> Y/n shouted, pointing their sword to the creatures, as the creatures did their echo. << My friend, it’s never too late, remember? Greet the world with open arms>> whispers Laz. << I can’t. 600 friends are waiting for us to show up with food. AND STAY BACK, IM WARNING YOU>> replies Y/n, first referring to the friend, then to the creatures, as they echo an “ooohhh” to the humans, as they jump away in other trees to go away, apart from a little one, who was still in front of them, curious to know who they were. Y/n didn’t lower their guard, still looking at the creature, but the friend asked << so, do you know where we can find food?>>. The creature pointed a cave that was nearby and then ran away, as Laz confidently forced their friend to go into the cave. Then Y/n notices that everything stopped apart from them. << Have you forgotten the lessons I taught you?>> a voice says. << who are you?>> asks Y/n, scared. << Have you forgotten your purpose warrior? Let me remind you>> says the voice, as Y/n sees a woman that was behind them. << I’m the goddess of wisdom and war. I created the greatest warriors. Once I saw you, I knew you were the one that could continue a strong legacy. No one ever tricked me, but you did, making me show myself and making me training you to be a warrior of the mind. So turn off your heart before it’s late>> narrates the goddess. Y/n then sees her a little better: she had half brown- half white curly hair, like it was a cloud; green eyes and fancy armor, with colors themed on silver and gold. Y/n still couldn’t remember the goddess, the only thing they remember about her is the name: Puffy. Then time returned normally as them and their friend entered the cave. << look at all these sheep and fruit! We got lucky because of this creature. That’s what we get with open arms Y/n>> says Laz, teasing their friend. They took a lot of fruit and killed a sheep, but a minute later they hear a deep voice asking who they are. The creature was a lot bigger and taller then the other 2. He had blonde hair, a blue eye with an accent of green and scars across his face, with an intimidating look. << we are just travelers, we come in peace>>. << you killed my favourite sheep. I’m feeling pain. I need now… blood, I need… revenge. Unless you want to trade for something to fill my pain>> says the cyclope, trying to hold back the tears and the anger. << I’ll give you one of our finest wine we have, in exchange you will not kill us. Do we have a deal?>> says Y/n, taking the wine from the friend’s bag and giving it to the cyclope. << Thank you so much, traveler. What’s your name?>> asks, opening the bottle of wine. Y/n thinks about it and then says << Nobody. My name is Nobody>>. << I have now a gift for you too>> says the cyclope. He stands up, takes a chain that had attached a metal ball with spikes and throws it at the friend. << LAZ WATCH OUT!!>>.

#certainly laz #captain puffy #tommyinnit #mcyt #epic the musical #Fanfiction

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n0bamak1s · 4 years ago

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laughing gas - mai zenin x reader

request: “Mai Zenin x Fem S/o, where the s/o gets their wisdom tooth removed and confesses their love to mai acting all sweet and cute, mai then takes care of her s/o and confesses too, we can see mai being her bratty and confident self but when she is with her s/o she just lets her walls down” - @shockfirefly

summary: in the request! (genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slice of life, humor)

warnings: reader is high on anesthesia if that counts as a warning, swearing, mostly just tooth rotting fluff (literally!!)

word count: 2k

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this request! at this point i’m basically just a mai zenin stan account tbh but the requests for her are just so fun to write. i’m almost on summer break so hopefully i’ll be more active bc i have a few ideas i’m excited to write for!!

it seriously took everything in mai’s willpower to not immediately whip out her phone to film your groggy state the moment she stepped into the room where you had just gotten your surgery done. she stifled a laugh at the bandage wrapped around your head, vaguely reminiscent of the one noritoshi had worn following the exchange event. when your eyes flicker over to meet her gaze, you give what she can only assume is your attempt at a smile, but looks more like a dog caught eating its owner’s dinner, with your face all swollen and slightly flushed.

forget that willpower shit.

she shamelessly calls out your name, to which you respond like an eager little kid. “say cheese!” she gives you an uncharacteristically wide grin to signal you to mirror her actions. you seemed to not learn from your previous mistake and attempted to smile back at her, before immediately cutting yourself off with a muffled groan. she hardly bothered with hiding her giggle this time, but at the very least she had the decency to cover her mouth as she cracked up.

with an annoyed pout on your face, you huffed and turned to the nurse standing beside you, who you were apparently to loopy to notice had joined in with mai on giggling at your grogginess. “she’s so mean to me!” you said, though your tone had no real irritation to it.

“it’s just to send to utahime. she wants to make sure your doing alright.” mai lied straight through her teeth, though you seem satisfied enough with that answer as you started to push yourself up from the seat you’d been in. mai quickly rushed to your side, knowing you weren’t sensible enough at the moment to ask for her help. before you could stand up and inevitably wobble over, she looped an arm around your waist and moved your arm so it was slung over her shoulders.

“alright champ, let’s get going.” she tried to remain as nonchalant as possible with the close proximity, but unfortunately for her, you seemed determined to embarrass her as much as possible.

“well at least buy me dinner first, ya casanova!” you said (much louder than necessary, mind you). honestly, it wouldn’t be surprising to mai if you could be heard from the waiting room.

with an over enthusiastic wave from you and an awkward thanks from mai to the nurse, you guys set off on your way.

to be fair to you, it was surprisingly a relatively tame trip to the door, with you focusing on keeping your steps in tune with mai’s. you were too lost in thought to embarrass yourself until you had made it to the waiting room. you had rather innocently pointed out a small curse, which would have been completely harmless had it not actually been an old woman, and had you not spoken with an inappropriately loud voice. the poor old lady who had fallen subject to your anesthesia induced self gave you an agitated glare as mai waved sheepishly in apology. the moment you guys were out the door, you turned back to glance through the glass.

“we’ll get her later, mai!” you patted her on the back with determination, your voice still muffled in a way that made you sound like you belonged on sesame street. “she can’t fool me, stupid curse!”

had it been anyone else, mai would have simply rolled her eyes and tugged you on, but since it was you, she found herself laughing along, a quiet laugh, like the sound of a wind chime in early spring weather. the sound seemed to catch you off guard, causing you to stop in your antics before turning to face her. she paused when she felt your gaze back on her, looking at her like a kid would look at fireworks for the first time.

she raised an eyebrow at your sudden change in demeanor. “what?”

“your laugh is pretty.” you stated simply, clearly having some pride at being the one to get her to laugh like that.

she turned away for a moment, hoping it would stop you from seeing the flush spreading across her face, knowing you’d never let her live it down. “thanks.” she muttered, praying she sounded at least a little bit cool and composed.

the short walk to the car was filled with you pointing out random cars asking if they were mai’s as you rested your head on her shoulder, before deciding the swelling was too painful for that.

a large grin which quickly turned into a grimace (you really never learned) appeared on your face when mai finally informed you that you’d made it to the right car. she held your hand to support you as you stepped into the seat, and once she’d sat down, reached over to buckle you in. she chose to ignore the over exaggerated wink you sent her way in favor of her own sanity.

as she drove, you babbled on about nonsense like how you were sure noritoshi had made mechamaru to hide the fact that he was secretly a robot, or how after that run you had gotten at the baseball game, you were sure you were destined to quit sorcery to go to the major leagues. to humor you, mai nodded along, before dryly responding that she’d probably be a better fit considering how good she looked in the baseball uniforms.

ignorant of her joking tone, you were quick to agree enthusiastically. “definitely! but i dunno if i’m the best person to ask, because i think you look good in just about anything.” your voice was sincere as you turned fully to look at her with slightly hazy eyes.

before either of you had time to process the admiration you had shown towards her, you glanced back out the window to the familiar sight of your school. you excitedly waved at the sight of todo and noritoshi sparring together. after catching his attention, todo didn’t even bother to stop the roaring laughter that came from your appearance, pointing out to noritoshi the similarities between your current look and his from just a few weeks ago. noritoshi gave todo an annoyed look, before glancing back over to see mai helping you out of the car, once again slinging your arm over her shoulders and supporting you with an arm on your waist.

she tried her best to ignore todo, she really did. though, it wasn’t exactly easy to ignore him when he loudly exclaimed what a ‘lady killer’ mai was. she snapped her gaze to meet his eyes, giving him a cold glare, before continuing to slink you along to your dorm.

when you opened the door to your dorm, the first thing mai noticed was a bulletin board on your wall, decorated with photos of all your friends, which most recently included your classmates. her eyes flicked to a photo of you next to another girl in elementary school with a smile that showed off your gap from missing teeth, and she chuckled softly at the irony of the photo compared to your current situation. her gaze then quickly shifted to a newly added strip of pictures from a photo booth. she smiled fondly at the memory of you, her, miwa, and momo sandwiching yourselves together in the tiny booth to take photos during your shopping trip. they weren’t ‘good’ photos, per say, in fact you guys all looked rather ridiculous trying to pack into frame, but for some reason, mai seemed to soften up at the memory of it, and how happy you looked just to be next to her.

her train of thought was interrupted by you tugging on the hand that didn’t rest on you, making her turn to see you mere inches from her face.

why the hell were you so close???

“yes?” she questioned, hoping to deflect from the fact that she was so obviously gushing over the photos on your wall just moments before.

“will you sleep with me?”

had you not had an arm around her, she probably would have dropped you in that instant. from the way she carried herself to the way she talked to others, most people would assume mai zenin does NOT blush, yet somehow you’d managed to disprove that theory way too many times today.

“WHAT?” it was her turn to be loud for a moment.

“i’m tireddddd” you whined “and you’re so warm.” you had stated it so casually, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

she groaned, as if it would cover up her sheer embarrassment at how bold you were. wordlessly, she walked you to your bed, keeping her grip on your waist secure. it was amazing how gentle she was as she laid you down on that rock solid bed all the dorms were stuck with. she pulled a blanket over you, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed in hopes you’d doze off peacefully from there. when she didn’t shift from her position, you looked at her with a confused expression.

“wouldn’t it be more comfortable to lay down?” your words were still slightly slurred together. you rested a hand on hers. “you know i don’t mind.” despite your dazed look, she could tell your words were sincere as your thumb rubbed circles atop her hand.

mai turned to face you full on, her eyes gentle rather than their usual harsh look.

curse you for being so hard to resist.

“fine” her voice was quiet “but only because it’s my job to watch over you.” she stretched out her legs so she was laying down on the bed, pulling the blanket towards her so she could get comfortable.

“you’re so good to me mai.” you smiled. not a pained grimace, or an awkward baring of your teeth, but a smile. “people always seem to be so intimidated by you, but i don’t really get it. you’ve always been so nice to me. it’s nice.”

she didn’t understand how even when you were all loopy, you still managed to have such an effect on her. hesitantly, she reached up to grab your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours.

it seemed the boldness from your anesthesia had rubbed off on her.

before she had time to talk, you continued. “i always feel so glad when we get paired up for missions, you make me feel so safe. like, i know when i’m around you that you’ll protect me. i admire you so much for doing all that for me.”

she went slightly stiff at your...confession? declaration? what exactly would you call that? you had said it so nonchalantly, whether it was out of trying to play off your fear of rejection or legitimate confidence, it was hard to tell.

“plus you’re really pretty.” your hand squeezed hers as you looked suddenly very interested in the pattern of your blanket. it was odd, seeing you get so shy all of a sudden, though she supposed it was somewhat of a win for her.

as you stared sheepishly away from her eyes that traced over every inch of your face, you felt her hand come up to your cheek, tilting you to face her. she continued scanning your face with an impossibly soft expression, before meeting your eyes once again.

“you know i wouldn’t do all that if it was anyone else.” her voice was barely above a whisper as her eyes bore into yours. her face was so close to yours that you could feel her breath fanning lightly across your face. “it’s all for you.” you’d never seen her so earnest before.

you smiled softly at her, even despite the ridiculous bandages around your head, and your chipmunk like cheeks, she still stared at you with so much love.

“you like meeee.” your tone was teasing, but it was obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that you were just as whipped as her.

“dammit. you figured me out.” she said sarcastically, shuffling forward slightly so you were flush against her.

up close, the tiredness in your glassy eyes was obvious. she sighed to herself, and slowly leaned in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

“get some sleep.” she smiled at your eyes struggling to fight open your heavy eyelids. “we have a lot to talk about once the anesthesia wears off.”

maybe todo wasn’t so far off with that ‘lady killer’ comment.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #mai zenin x reader #mai zenin #zenin mai #zenin mai x reader #jjk headcanons #mai zenin imagine #mai zenin x you #jjk imagines

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hibiscuswrites · 5 years ago

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🌺 Masterlist 🌺

‼️ = possibly triggering content

💦 = contains sexual content, not necessarily smut

Rio

Jealous/possessive Rio

Domestic life

Rio getting a call that his girl was mugged

Significant other was hurt in like a car crash or non-gang related incident

Rio's reaction to his boo strip teasing💦

Rio’s girl being pregnant

Rio meeting and falling in love with a female version of himself

Rio having his girlfriend meet Marcus for the first time

Rio taking care of his newborn baby and wife

Rio taking care of his little girl because mama is sick with the flu

Reader gets taken by a rival gang as leverage ‼️

Rio trying to win over a woman who he really can be himself with

Rio's reaction to you flinching when he breaks something or yells and what he would do to assure you that you were safe with him ‼️

Rio on his wedding day/night 💦

Rio’s girl giving him the silent treatment like after a fight

Reader it is Beth’s sister who is with Rio. She betrays him for her sister and the crew

Rio doing daddy duties/ taking care of Marcus and his new baby

Shower sex 💦

Rio’s reaction to the reader with a complicated relationship getting flirted with

One of Rio’s men steps out of line and makes a move on his SO

Rio hiring a shy nanny who he really likes to tease

Reader is frustrated by how much Rio’s been working and doesn't know how to bring it up. Reader starts acting different and eventually Rio gets her to tell him what's wrong

Rio’s baby girl calling him dada for the first time and giving him a big smile

Rio dating a younger reader

Reader & Rio going to an event where reader gets nervous and starts being overly critical of what she's wearing/how it looks on her ‼️

Rio getting hurt by a rival and his girl reacting & consoling him

You find out Rio slept with Beth and try to leave him but he cuts it off with her

Rio and a girl he is secretly in love with having to share the same bed

Rio finding a hickey on his girl that he’s positive wasn’t from him💦

Rio vs Billy 💦

How Rio would be with someone who put him and Marcus first and kept doing it until she cracked

Rio and the reader spending time with Marcus and admiring the new baby

Rio gives a little degradation after he finds you super wet, even though he hasn't touched you and he over stimulates you💦

Reader is black & someone makes a comment about her weight or her being a poc around him causing him to lash out‼️

Rio’s reaction to another man making you cry

Make-up sex with Rio 💦

How Rio would react and treat a girl he had feelings for but wasn’t yet dating who just got emergency surgery

Rio having an SO with long luscious hair and him washing her hair for her

Rio x reader where her ex shows back up in her life and tries to win her back/turn her against Rio and how Rio reacts to it

Readers boss blatantly flirting with her in front of Rio ‼️

Rio and the reader at their gender reveal or baby shower

Rio getting jealous by his S/O fangirling over a hot actor during their movie night at home

Rio’s normally very bold gf who gets shy with sexual things gets caught touching herself while watching porn 💦

Rio and Marcus picking up the reader (mom/wife) from the airport after a long trip, and they go home and spend quality time together

Rio and the reader having a romantic/sweet date night

Beth attempting to kill Rio’s SO because she’s jealous of her and what Rio would do in response

Beth making it look like Rio is cheating on reader with her. He finds out Beth planned it but reader leaves him & Rio getting revenge

Rio with a girl who went behind his back to help Ruby, Annie, and Beth

First time reader & Rio discuss what he actually does

Rio thinking his SO is cheating but she’s not

Rio taking care of his girl after she gets her wisdom teeth taken out

Rio saving a girl from some drunk trying to mess with her and that’s how they meet !!

Reader trying to leave in the middle of the night for a walk after a fight

Rio finding out his girl is bi and ask of she wants to try it with him and a woman

Rio meeting the reader’s parents

You are Rio's ex/gf/ Marcus' mom/ and find out about Beth's "pregnancy"

Rio fingering his girlfriend 💦

Would ever snoop through his SO’s phone

Rio dating a clumsy girl

Drabble: Gunk kink 💦

How would Rio deal with his S/O being very sensitive and emotional

Rio with a tall reader

Rio taking his SO’s virginity 💦

Rio comforting reader who had PTSD and nightmares !!

Strip Poker with Rio 💦

Making out with Rio would include

Rio accidentally walking in on the girl he loves having sex with another dude

Getting back together with Rio and finding out about Beth’s pregnancy

Honeymoon with Rio

Drabble: Control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about

Working as Rio’s assistant/secretary and having a flirty relationship

Rio being friends with reader who is in a bad relationship and is very neglected by her current bf

Morning sex with Rio 💦

Beth shoots reader instead of Rio and then he thinks she's dead but she came back

Rio with a sub SO who likes to be choked 💦

Rio and Billly share reader

Rio dating dancer reader

Rio taking reader for her first tattoo

Quarentine with Rio

Rio with pregnant reader who doesn’t want to be a mom

Rio with shy trans mtf reader

Rio with reader who doesn’t want kids

!! Rio getting with reader who was in an abusive relationship !!

!! Reader runs into toxic ex and Rio gets protective !!

Rio going to the club with the reader

Reader taking care of and spoiling Rio

Rio with a pregnancy kink 💦

Reader doing the refusing to kiss your boyfriend prank on Rio

Latina reader unknowingly intimidates Beth and end up making her jealous when she finds out you’re together

Rio shaves pregnant reader since she’s so far along that she can’t

Reader wants to post Rio on social media but he’s hesitant

Rough blowjob with Rio💦

Rio’s reaction to someone threatening your life while out together

Being Rio’s new employee who steals his attention away from Beth

Rio with soft and innocent reader

Rio lets reader take control for the night 💦

Cops bring reader in for questioning and he pampers you after you stay solid

Billy Russo

Jealous Billy

Fight and making up with Billy

Billy’s been acting weird so his girl thinks he's cheating. She eventually can't take it anymore & he comes home to find her gone. He tracks her down and proposes

Billy thinking his girl is cheating (She's not of course)

Rio vs Billy 💦

Billy gets reader pregnant in a fwb situation but is smug about it

Billy coming home to find you asleep on the couch surrounded by work

Billy finding out the Reader is pregnant and being delighted and determined to give his child a better life than he had

NSFW Alphabet 💦

Rio and Billly share reader

Billy worries reader will leave him if she learns the truth, but she already knows

Protective Billy with hurt reader

Frank Castle

Reader has a really bad anxiety day and he’s soft with her and quiet‼️

NSFW Alphabet💦

Domestic life

Soft but still angsty “I thought I lost you” with frank after a bad night

Seeing Frank at the diner for a while before finally approaching him

Geralt of Rivia

A kid tries to pay Geralt to kill a monster but the monster turns out to be an abusive parent‼️

Ray Merrimen

Ray’s new girl is coincidentally just in the bank he and his crew are robbing

Reader having a crime boss ex that wants reader back, and 2) finding out what Ray does and her reaction to it

Ray meeting a girl at the gym/dojo that can kick his ass, despite the size difference

Ray being your instructor at the gym would be like

NSFW Alphabet💦

Bratty reader who keeps bothering Ray while he's working on plans for the next hit because she wants attention 💦

Ray expressing how much he cares about you x plus sized reader ‼️

Going on vacation with Ray 💦

Ray’s stripper ex is trying to cause trouble in his new relationship because he moved on from her after he got out of prison

Ray’s reaction to his girl getting into a fight with someone or more like defending herself

Reader is feeling ignored by Ray so she seeks attention elsewhere, but it backfires

Ray’s totally smitten for the shy reader who doesn't think he'd be interested in her

Ray spoiling his girl because he's nervous that he's about to propose

Ray just can't keep his hands to himself when reader is around 💦

Ray’s girl is afraid to tell him she's pregnant as they never talked about having kids

How would Ray react to his girl feeling neglected and seeking attention elsewhere

How Ray deals with reader’s male friend who tries to sabotage

Jealous of Ray’s ex FWB, reader starts dressing and acting sexier

Cuddling in bed with Ray

Ray taking care of reader during her period

Reader thinks Ray’s cheating but he’s not

Reader is unsure where her relationship with Ray lies, he makes it clear she’s his

Joseph Seed

Joseph with small and petite girlfriend

NSFW Alphabet💦

Joseph finds someone just like him, who believes in his vision and takes care of everyone, like a mama bear

Joseph's wife finding out she's pregnant

Having an atheist girlfriend

Joseph falling head over heels for a new follower of his church

Joseph with a virgin SO💦

FC5 Misc.

The Seed brothers learn about latina readers curly hair while in the bunker

Jacob Seed

Jacob with a tall girl, a blonde with blue eyes

Dom!jacob with newly subdued but bratty Dep 💦

Jacob with a chubby S/O 💦

Jacob with small and petite girlfriend

NSFW Alphabet 💦

Animalistic dom!jake with a breeding kink taking his plus-size wife 💦

Having an atheist girlfriend

Jacob with a virgin SO💦

Jacob Seed and a super sweet/naive SO who looks harmless, but can kick ass

Jacob and asexual reader

Jacob taking his plus sized virgin wife’s virginity 💦

John Seed

John dating a small, thin Hispanic girl with crazy curly hair

John with small and petite girlfriend

Having an atheist girlfriend

NSFW Alphabet💦

John with a virgin SO💦

John secretly dating Dep reader

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo

Miguel in bed (general)💦

Helping Miguel unwind after a rough day

Miguel surprises reader after you thought he forgot your anniversary

Miguel telling his child about how you and him met

Nick Amaro

Loving Nick coming home to reader after being away to work on a case

Agent OA Zidan

Having an interfaith relationship with OA

Plus size reader tag Black reader tag Latina reader tag

#jacob seed #joseph seed #john seed #far cry 5 #ray merrimen #den of thieves #rio good girls #nbc good girls #billy russo #frank castle #the punisher #geralt of rivera #the witcher #masterlist

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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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Kiwi

Requested by @simonsbluee: hi! can i request a Tommy Shelby story that’s based off the song Kiwi by Harry Styles? all good if you can’t :)

Pairing: Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby x Female!Reader

Warnings: Lyrics, angst, swearing, indications to smut

Song: Kiwi by Harry Styles

Words: 1,216

Summary: (See Request?)

Note: I had no idea what on earth to do for this so my apologies and also, fun-fact, I thought I remembered what kiwi was until I listened to it when I started writing and then had to pause and check what song it was- 😅

Edit: After having a friend proof-read it for me and getting their “go-ahead” to post this, I’ve decided to listen to them rather than sit and cringe at myself so uh... Here ya goooo

Key: Bold + Italic = Lyrics | Italic = Memories and sometimes emphasis

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @stydia-4-ever, @peakyxtommy, @cai-neki, @simonsbluee, @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @marquelapage, @jenepleurepasbaby, @thewarriorprincessxo, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist | Cillian Murphy Masterlist

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect. And all the boys, they were saying they were into it. Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

Anyone could spot her in the Garrison, even if they had no clue who she was. Her outer demeanor was intimidating, with or without her husband. Y/n Shelby was one of the most feared yet yearned for woman in Small Heath, side by side on the list with her aunt-in-law, Polly Gray. No one dared act a fool when she was around. Then of course, that depended on their definition of the cringe-eliciting behavior.

Men constantly tried their luck with her. Easy to spot, she sat at a table in the middle of the bar with a cigarette in her hand and a glass in front of her as she conversed with her husband’s brothers. Every time a man came around, she shot them down without hesitation. This time no different.

“Are you without partner, miss?” A male on the younger side asked with a warm yet shy grin.

“Are you without brain, sir?” Her response was serious but held slight sarcasm. Everyone who knew of the blinders knew she was married to one of the many people they didn’t want to mess with. Insulting the poor man was far better than having his eyesight removed.

“N-no?”

“Hm, quite a surprise.” She looked down to her cigarette before flicking her eyes back up to the man. “Nevertheless, a man without brain nor eyes is the same as a man with brain and no eyes.”

The quiver in his voice almost made her feel bad for the quips she’d spat. But alas, it was only almost. “What...what is that supposed to mean?”

“It means yes, I do indeed have a partner.” The brothers around her chuckled and mocked the now cowering man, Y/n herself giving an amused smile and taking a drag of the stick between her fingers.

Tommy stood behind the man, looking at him with a blank expression once he’d turned around after backing into him. He lifted a brow, not once breaking eye contact. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she.”

The man trembled, confused. “Y-yeah-” He stuttered as he shook with embarrassment.

“Her body, face, lips... Smart one too... She’s perfect. Too bad she’s spoken for.” Tommy muttered before walking over and sliding into the seat next to her. Y/n took the cigarette from her mouth and placed it between Tommy’s soft lips, lifting her eyes to his as she watched him endearingly.

Only one man could make the infamously feared woman smile in such an angelic manner. One man and one man only. His name, Thomas Michael Shelby.

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it, I'm kind of into it, It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it, Oh I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your, it's none of your"

In hindsight, Tommy should’ve listened to his aunt’s words of wisdom. She’d told him love is crazy and makes you crazy, even Y/n mentioned it a multitude of times. Being together was only half the happy ending. Driving each other up the walls, it only drew them closer. Y/n, Tommy’s better half and Tommy, Y/n’s.

Love really did have an impact similar to the legend shrouding it’s definition. And they loved love for it.

But then the darker side of Tommy’s occupation found time to object every good thing his life had to offer. Although it didn’t tear a hole in the romance, it knocked it into a spiral that was supposed to register it as perfectly normal, sane, and very boring.

However, it hadn’t done anything large than strike a little worry into their hearts. What their enemy forgot was that nothing involving the Peaky Blinders was “normal” or “casual”, especially not boring.

It's New York, baby, always jacked up, Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up. When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus, In a black dress, she's such a such an actress

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it, I'm kind of into it, It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it. Oh I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

Tommy sent Y/n with his brothers and sister while he took care of things at home. He remembered holding her in his arms with a sincere apologetic but loving look in his blue orbs. The smell of her lingered on his collar. She refused to let go of him until John shouted that the train would be leaving without her had she stayed put.

“Wipe your eyes, my love. I’m not worth the tears-”

The sound of her palm coming into contact with his skin made Ada jump with a shriek from beside her other brothers. “Thomas Michael Shelby, don’t you dare fucking say that. That is...that is... It’s bullshit!” Tommy chuckled softly. Y/n couldn’t help but join in, “Stop laughing at me, you fucking- fucking bloody handsome asshole.”

“Alright alright... Promise me you won’t cry...at least, not anymore than you already have. For if you cry, it’ll break my heart and then I fear I won’t have the heart to see you off.”

“Tommy Shelby? Not having a heart? Are you sure me crying will be the cause in this scenario?” She jabbed with a giggle.

“Say what you’d like, Y/n, but my word remains true.” He pulled her closer and their lips collided. There, only for a moment, it felt like time had stopped just for them. “Go with them, stay safe and hidden, always carry your gun, and only have close friends deliver messages. They’re fucking listening on the telephones...”

It was the same things he’d said since they’d started planning this. Always with the essentials that probably really had no purpose to be labeled as essential, plus the minor setbacks that were more than likely never to happen.

Tommy was paranoid, but she couldn’t blame him. Thinking ahead and being prepared for the worst was better than not doing so and dealing with the consequences of unwanted surprise.

“I know. We’ve been over it a thousand times or more, Thomas. I’ll be fine,” she held his face in her hands as she took him in for the final time before her journey, “I promise.”

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your, it's none of your"

She sits beside me like a silhouette, Hard candy dripping on me 'til my feet are wet, And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it, It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this

Their lips crashed together and thus began their dance. Practically made for each other, everything of Y/n fit perfectly with everything of Tommy. Their lips, bodies, personalities, everything. A rough performance, full of passion and lust, was regularly preformed after long days, trips, or times that didn’t cause the couple to be apart for agonizingly long periods of time, sometimes death-run-ins were audience enough for their show to sell.

Tommy refused to wait for words or sighs of relief. He would let her know verbally in the morning, if he was done with her by then. Thomas felt at ease once she was back in his arms, like the piece of himself that had been missing for far too long was finally where it needed to be.

If Y/n was to deny her liking of Tommy’s pleasant surprise, she’d be a liar.

Rarely did Y/n become the one in charge, so when she was handed the reigns, she didn’t miss a beat before getting into character. She was always his “right-hand-man” and now she had the chance to show that she was much more than the simple role.

By the end of the night, both had their fun and chance to participate as the leader to their waltz. Heavy breaths and messy exteriors, the two had shown each other the burning passion they held for each other that never died out. Tom swore to himself never to send his wife away unless her life absolutely depended on it.

It's none of your, it's none of your

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

The night she sleepily entered their home for the first time since they’d parted ways at the train station, he’d given her passion. He’d given her all of him. He’d given her his control. He’d given her all the love he had. He gave her his child.

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders reader insert #song fic #harry styles #kiwi #kiwi by harry styles #harry styles kiwi #x reader #reader insert #all readers #zodiyack

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pomegranates-and-blood · 4 years ago

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νοσταλγία (Chapter 19)

νοσταλγία Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Summary: This is a retelling/romantization of the Greek myth of Persephone’s abduction with Ivar as Hades and you as Persephone. The Reader character is a Byzantine woman, follower of the Greek Pantheon/Religion, and a devoted follower of Persephone. This takes place after 5A, but the universe of this is a little changed in relation with the series, of course. Thank you for giving it a chance, hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: The usual, human sacrifice, that’s an added one for this chapter

A/N: Hiiii, hope you like this chapter! The wedding is finally here lol, hope it doesn’t dissapoint :)

Taglist: @youbloodymadgenius @heavenly1927 @toe-vind-ek-jou @xbellaxcarolinax @pieces-by-me @angelofthorr @samsationalwilson

Whatever it takes to escape. Whatever it takes.

You mull over Ubbe’s words as you wait for the thralls to come fetch you, to come wash and dress you, to come drag you down to make you Ivar’s wife.

The soft knock on your door is all the warning you have, before the meek girls slip through the door. You are familiar with them, not only because they’ve been the ones to care for you ever since you were given a place to call your own in this realm of cold, but because since you woke up this morning they’ve been coming and going, preparing your bath and tending to your hair, dutifully flocking around you in a manner you don’t have the heart to tell them is annoying.

Behind them, Freydis walks in, and you meet her gaze with wide eyes.

When the King lowers his guard and loosens what you call chains…

She only smiles calmly at you, greeting you with a slow blink and careful hands crossed over her stomach. The perfect picture of a maiden, and it unsettles you.

“Freydis.” You breathe out, and she bows her head with a murmur of your name in return. Her eyes trace your room, stopping on the planters and the plants you’ve managed to make blossom under your care.

She distracts you with simple topics of conversation while the thralls take care of your skin, of your clothes, of your hair. You feel her blue eyes settle with calculating interest as she watches you stop the girls and refuse to let them braid your hair, but says nothing.

They fasten the elegant red dress -the King’s choice, apparently- on you, and after quickly brushing your hair so it falls loosely down your back, one of the thralls moves to leave the room to fetch something, but Freydis’ voice stops her.

“I’ve got it.”

You turn around and find the blonde holding a delicate wreath of wildflowers in her hands, offering it to you. You blink and the breath leaves your lips as if a giant weight was dropped on your chest.

“W-What is that?”

“A wedding crown.”

You shake your head, stepping back.

“N-No, that’s…that’s…” Your panicked breaths quicken, your eyes find Freydis’ with what you are sure is a plea written in them.

“It means something to you, doesn’t it?”

You laugh bitterly to yourself, lifting your gaze to the wooden ceiling and wondering why you are still surprised Fate manages to be cruel to you.

The Hiereia brushes your hair back with gentle fingers, her bracelets clanking against each other and making crude music against your ears.

As she starts weaving your hair to hold the flower crown, you look into the mirror. For a moment you see a flash of red veiling your features, but when you blink it is gone.

You can remember the first time they put such a crown on you, your mother’s soft touch guiding the girl of barely six years into her first sacrifice.

“You feel Despoina’s touch upon you, don’t you?” Mother asked, a smile in her voice you can remember even today, even ten years later.

“I feel…” You couldn’t find the words, and you can’t now either. “I don’t know, mother.”

“It is her hand reaching for yours,” The Hiereia explains quietly, without any prompting, as if she too can glimpse into a past long gone. And the dried pomegranate branches make rustling sounds on your ears as she fixes the crown. “You wear the crown of flowers worn by the maiden she once was, and after tonight you bear blood to honor the crown of death and iron Lord Hades placed upon her head.”

The weight of memories, of grief, of nostalgia, burdens you more than it should. The woman at your back notices, and puts heavy hands on your shoulders and her mouth by your ear.

“Chosen by Persephone,” Hearing that name still makes a thrill run down your spine, and the title that she invokes hardens your heart but makes your soul sing. “You have nothing to fear.”

You didn’t notice your eyes lowering to your hands, but the Hiereia’s soft touch under your chin, making you lift your gaze to the mirror again, forces you to face the crown they have placed on your head and the thirst for something other than flowers that comes with it.

You look down at yourself, at the hands you are wringing together, and force your lungs to take a deep breath. You are tired of panic, you are tired of wanting to run knowing you can’t, you are tired of struggling.

You are tired, still far from defeated, but tired.

Closing your eyes, you try to center yourself, and trust. Trust in your mother, in her wisdom and in her protection, trust she had a reason for guiding you to Ivar’s side. Trust in her Gods, the Gods that she asked to protect and guide you even if you didn’t worship them, trust their hand in taking you here means there’s a purpose for you at Ivar’s side. Trust in your Gods, trust the deities you dedicated your life to wouldn’t fate it that you are defeated, trust Persephone, trust that she wouldn’t forget you when you haven’t forgotten her.

Trust Ivar, trust he can be a good husband, trust he will not try and silence you like many have before, trust he will never ask that you lower your gaze.

Trust yourself. Trust that all you survived means you can survive this, trust that you can and will fight for what you are owed, trust that no binds and certainly no men can keep you from the victories you are owed.

You take it from Freydis’ hands, and put the crown on your head yourself, raising your chin and straightening your back.

The view outside the small window shows you the kingdom you are to call our own now, but beyond it the horizon lays, the place where the skies meet the sea, and you allow yourself to feel at ease as you are escorted by Freydis to wherever it is she will take you.

____

A part of you that doesn’t hold a pit of dread growing in your chest, would have no qualms in saying the opening where they arranged for the wedding to take place is beautiful. Foreign, intimidating, Viking, but beautiful.

The sky has started to darken, and there’s carefully placed torches granting light to the ample circle where the people there to witness the union and the Völva stand.

They don’t need to tell you or guide you, you know you are supposed to walk towards the man you are supposed to marry, who stands before the witch in formal but still imposing clothes.

Leave it to him to get married in the closest thing possible to armor.

You bite down a manic smile at your own observation, and with a deep breath and a straightening of your back, you move to stand in front of him, with the officiant to your side.

A young girl is walked to the woman, and with no hesitation she signals for the women that assist her to tie the girl to a pillar behind her, a pillar you just now notice holds a container underneath, like the vessels you used back home.

The girl doesn’t squirm, doesn’t shake, doesn’t cry. She looks at Ivar, looks at you, and closes her eyes.

She does scream when she dies, when the Völva pierces her skin with the odd-looking blade, but her pain, you hope, is short-lived, and the blood of the sacrifice is collected and, you assume, that part of the ritual is over, judging by the dimming of the beat of the drums somewhere at your back.

The witch turns back towards you, dress proudly stained with blood, and says some words about Freyja and Frigg, about Odin and Fenrir, about what we are all here for: a binding before the Gods themselves, of a woman and man.

Without hesitation, and frankly startling you a bit, the woman reaches up and grabs Ivar’s face between her hands, looking into his eyes.

“Do you swear before the Gods you want to marry this woman?”

Ivar’s eyes stay on yours, burning like Greek Fire.

“I swear.”

The woman grabs your face between her rough hands, forces your eyes to meet hers,

“Do you swear before the Gods you want to marry this man?”

Your lips have breathed an answer before your mind can remember the words you should want to say.

“I swear, before your Gods and mine.”

She smiles then, pleased and warm, and releases you. You waver in the place where you stand, and a tremor makes its way past your parted lips.

This just might be the choice, the title, the name, that breaks you; you think to yourself. Everything would be easier if he could make you hate him, if he could make you see only the man that captured you and forced you to be at his side. Everything would be easier if you hadn’t realized this isn’t a captor you will grow to resent, if your foolish heart couldn’t latch on to the glimpses of the man you met in Aneridge that you still see in Ivar.

Because you wish you could tell yourself the captivating and enticing man you met in that old Saxon city was a mirage, a deceit by the cunning King of Kattegat. You wish, for it would make everything easier.

It would make marrying him only the blindly followed orders of an arrangement your mother made, and not a choice you could see yourself making. It would make marrying him in the eyes of the Gods what makes you swear loyalty to him and trusting in him, and not your loyalty and trust what makes you swear to be his wife before the Gods.

You are to be his wife. You are his wife.

In the eyes of his people, in the eyes of his Gods, in the eyes of yours. In his eyes.

Just as in your eyes, he is your husband.

You meet the eyes of the man before you, and a tremulous smile starts to curve at your lips. It is a bit broken, a bit mad; but there’s rush of freedom in finding yourself with no binds in that brief instant where you say yes.

You accept the title, not because Sieghild made the arrangement, not because Ivar wanted you to, not because ten thousand Greeks laid their hands over their hearts and kneeled, not because your legacy asked you to.

Because you wanted to.

Ivar takes his hand on yours and puts a bloodied ring the Völva hands him on your fourth finger. The woman hums a pleased sound, and you watch as she dips a small bouquet of branches into the sacrifice’s blood.

With a precise movement of her arm she specks Ivar’s face with the blood, and his eyes close. When she turns to you, she hesitates and considers you for a moment.

You meet her eyes, a new kind of fear in your stomach, and the witch raises her hand over your head.

The drops of blood fall on the flower crown on your head, and she smiles, she smiles like she knows a secret you don’t, she smiles like she knows every secret you’ve kept.

Another sharp movement of her wrist and your face is speckled in blood as well, but you feel the weight of those few drops on the crown on your head as if they were as heavy as iron.

“Before the Gods you are now married.”

The people clap and cheer, the drums beat louder and so does your heart.

Your husband’s eyes open and meet yours, and you cannot hear anything else.

You will tell yourself later that it was the pressure of the eyes of so many of the people of Kattegat on you, you will tell yourself later that it was the knowledge of what a bride’s duty is, you will tell yourself later whatever it is that can make the burden lighter.

But now you just stand on the balls of your feet, close your eyes and sink into the kiss Ivar breathes over your lips. You let him steal the breath from your lungs as his lips move tentatively against your own, and the steadiness from your hand as you raise it and let it cup his jaw and guide his mouth to press harder into yours.

You will tell yourself later that his hand is rough and forceful as he grips at the back of your head, you will tell yourself later you do not feel tenderness when his fingers run through the tresses of your hair as his hand moves to your lower back.

But now you just enjoy the touch of his lips on yours, the feeling of thrill that goes all the way down your spine, the heat that pools low in your stomach.

And no crown, no title, no kingdom, could make you feel as powerful as you do when you part from the kiss and have Ivar chase the touch of your lips, swaying forward, as if entranced.

Your eyes follow the red streak your hand now adorned with a ring leaves on his cheek and jaw, a path downwards to leave your hand on his chest, the delicate ring still shining with the red of the blood.

You ride a chariot -his chariot- all the way back to the main hall, reminded starkly of your own people’s traditions and realizing once again the Fates truly toy with us all.

Before long, the doors are opened by smiling warriors, and a feast awaits. You cannot take your eyes off the two identical thrones that await you where there used to be one.

Ivar guides you to them, and turning to his -yours too now, you suppose- people, and with his hand still holding onto yours, he turns his head to look at you, what you could swear is pride and satisfaction written all over his expression and his posture as he seems to stand taller, before raising his voice and announcing to the crowded room, to the kingdom now laid before you,

“Everyone! My wife, and Queen of Kattegat!”

When you walk outside of the tent aided by Galla’s firm hands, you find that the elders, the families, the soldiers and farmers, they all greet you with warm eyes, with kind and relieved smiles.

It feels like home and yet all there is around you is unfamiliar woods, it feels like peace even if your home burns at your backs, it feels

“Everyone’s been waiting to see you,” Galla whispers with the smile that hasn’t left her voice or her face since you awoke, weeks into your escape from Eleusis’ flames. “You know, they are going to need a leader, someone that can be their guide, someone they can love and admire.”

“Galla, wh-…”

“Someone that follows our Gods, someone that is willing to bleed and die for us, someone that when Attica is ours again rules our home.” She says, and when you turn to face her, she presses her forehead to yours, a gesture of affection and trust since you were but children.

Galla pulls back, black eyes looking into your own and even if the weariness of weeks on the road, of nights spent in the woods as sentinel, set on her dark skin like an unshakeable mark of pain and loss; when she smiles you cannot help but return the gesture, tremulous as yours is.

The Carthaginian straightens, and with a certain and proud movement, brings her fist to her heart before bending the knee. You accept her pledge, and all those that follow as the people surrounding you repeat the gesture.

“Anassa of Attica. May the Gods bless and guide you.”

You look at all those expectant faces, you face all your failures and your victories, you bear the burden your legacy earned you. And you cannot help but think if your body wasn’t burnt and broken you would have run away by now.

The Vikings cheer and raise their voices and their cups, and you find yourself smiling in thanks and in reflection of what seems to be genuine celebration.

You once again sit at Ivar’s side, this time on a throne of your own, and this time you don’t let go of his hand.

____

The feast lives on around you, loud and cheerful and chaotic, and you toy with the still-bloodied ring that now adorns your left hand, trying to make out the subtle design underneath the blood.

“You’ve been staring at it for a long time,” Ivar interrupts, and you lift your head to find him looking at you with his head cocked to the side, “Do you not exchange rings in Greece?”

Your right hand clasps at the place where you always keep your mother’s old pendant hanging from your neck, before dropping it once you realize tonight you wear some fancy jewels you don’t care much for. When Ivar’s eyes follow the movement of your hand before lifting to meet your own, you realize he may know without you telling him what it means to be given a piece of jewelry at your wedding day.

“No, it is not our custom. I…Sieghild never told me, she never…she never talked about these things.”

“And what did you make of it?”

You wear the crown of flowers worn by the maiden she once was, and after tonight you bear blood to honor the crown of blood and iron Lord Hades placed upon her head.

“It was all…familiar,” You reply honestly, clearing your throat to dispel the hoarseness that plagued it as you spoke past the memories and the stories they try to tell you. “They told me you ordered for my dress to be red.”

“I like red,” Ivar replies, shrugging one shoulder, before bowing his head to you, “And you look good in it.”

“It is a bride’s color to my people,” You reply with a rueful smile, before chuckling to yourself, “The Gods entertain themselves with this, you know.”

Ivar only smiles, tranquil and honest, but doesn’t argue, and returns his gaze ahead.

Whatever it is you are about to say is interrupted by the approaching figure. You turn your head and straighten in the throne as Freydis bows before the two of you.

You only watch with wide eyes, and she raises her head and meets Ivar’s eyes.

“My King,” She smiles calmly, innocently, “Congratulations on your marriage. May the Gods bless and reward you.”

You watch Ivar’s profile, and only because you are looking for the reaction it is that you notice the barely-there change in his posture, the subtle part of his lips, the questions in his pale gaze.

Freydis manic eyes on yours, her hand reaching for yours but it feels like it grasps at your throat, telling you those that endure pain are chosen of the Gods themselves.

Ivar sets new chains upon you and with the certainty of madness whispers that you are the reward for a lifetime of pain.

The realization of who it was that told Ivar those things, that put those ideas in his head, it strikes you and leaves you watching the interaction with wide eyes.

You wonder, like the prideful and arrogant woman the Gods made out of you, what exactly is the story neither of them has told you. You wonder, like the jealous and foolish girl you’ll never admit to being, why it is they haven’t.

Unaware to your thoughts -or pretending to be-, Freydis turns to you and smiles again, but it is truer, freer, hungrier. You don’t know if you should allow yourself to smile back.

But you shake yourself out of those thoughts, telling yourself you have no reason to distrust her. Right?

“I was hoping to steal the Queen from your side, only for a few moments.” The blonde continues, meek and unsettlingly calm.

Ivar considers her with a side smile that says he doesn’t particularly like this game she tries to play, but after exchanging a look with you, he signals with his hand in permission.

You stand from the throne and walk to Freydis’ side with careful steps. Ivar stops you before you can get too far, his hand trapping yours and keeping you close to the throne.

You turn around with an easy smile playing at your lips, because…Gods, you are a fool.

“Wife.”

Priestess.

“Husband.”

Viking.

____

Soooo, hope you liked it! I have a lot a lot of feelings about Norse and Ancient/Byzantine Greek traditions when it comes to weddings. The red is a true thing, and funnily enough the Ancient Greeks had a tradition of having the groom drive a chariot around the home he was gonna live in with his wife (or smth like that, I’ve been slowly bled for all I’m worth in these damn finals so my value as a source is a little off atm), and a lot of lil details like that that if I included would have made thisa 10k monstrosity that no one wnated to read lol

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed and I look forward to hearing your thoughts on this! Also, the wedding celebration/night of course isn’t over, but I try to keep my chapters on less than 5k lol

Thank you, sending you all my love!! <3 <3

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ON THE SURFACE (Benn x OC)

(cross posted on archiveofourown.org)

Chapter 1: Bond

“So, you’re finally finishing your studies, uh?” asked the red haired boy to the other guy, who was slightly taller and muscular than him. Said man looked at him, then shook his head with a discreet smile

“Unfortunately no, Shanks-“ Ben began, while he lighted a cigarette, looking at his younger friend, whom he considered as his little brother. They had known each other for more than a decade, ever since Shanks moved in his neighbourhood as a little boy with his parents. Ben was asked to look after him, since he was little and troublemaker. He was sceptical at first, but after spending some time together he grew affectionate of him, to the point they formed a fraternal bond.

“I’d like to get a doctorate in business, even if it takes lot of time and efforts,” Ben admitted, grinning around his cigarette.

“You aim high, as usual,” Shanks added, smiling softly. “And this is what I’ve always admired of you.”

Ben smiled at that, and ruffled his messy red hair lovingly.

“You should get an haircut though,” Shanks said suddenly, staring at Ben’s long wavy black hair, which were tied in a low ponytail, with a rebel strand that always hung on the left side of his face.

“Shut up.” Ben deadpanned.

Later in the afternoon, Ben was alone in a small park, studying for final exams. Usually no one came here, as there was no playground for the children, especially in earlier afternoon hours. There was absolute silence, and Ben was enjoying the calmness of the place. He then decided to go somewhere and eat something, and decided to take a shortcut, since San Francisco is full of them. He then heard loud voices coming from a small side street, and he got curious as he heard the tones of said voices getting more and more aggressive.

He then noticed a girl around his age standing fearless in front of three slightly older and towering men, whom had an ugly grin on their faces.

They made fun of her, called her names and overall humiliated her, but she was standing still and fiercely in front of them. That made the ‘men’ angry, and they started threatening her and even dared to raise their hands to her.

Ben went ballistic and started walking towards them. The girl knew how to defend herself, clearly she had learned martial arts in self-defence. She successfully knocked out two of the men, but Ben got alarmed when he saw the only man standing, perhaps the most dangerous one, holding a dagger behind his back, out from the girl’s sight.

He put himself between the two dangerously staring at the man in front of him. He was a bit taller than him, but less muscular and nevertheless coward. Ben spit his cigarette on the ground, before he fully faced him.

“You know,” Ben began, cracking a grin that was full of disgust and pity for this ‘man’, as the latter spat on him. “I don’t know what’s more gutless: the fact that three of you were against a single girl or that you’re hiding a fucking dagger behind your back.” He concluded calmly, as he felt the woman tense behind him. He didn’t want to startle her more than she already was.

“You are the classic man all hat and no cattle, aren’t you? It won’t take me much time to stab you dead. And don’t worry, that whore behind your back will pay the same price.”

Ben rolled his eyes, before crossing his arms. “If I were all hat and no cattle, as you say, I wouldn’t have joined the army years ago.”

The other man hadn’t wasted further time and he attacked as fast and as powerfully as he could, aiming at Ben’s stomach. But he was stopped in place by his hand and, after waiting a few seconds, Ben twisted the man’s arm behind his back, and brought him to his knees before declaring: “Next time think twice before going up against someone!” And with a punch he knocked him out and then kicked him on the stomach, making him roll without consciousness towards his companions.

Ben sighed before turning to the woman, whose face colour was still drained. His hard expression softened after seeing her so distraught, so he put his hands on her shoulder and shook her gently. “Hey! Everything is alright now. Are you hurt?” he asked calmly, even though he was overall worried. She looked at him more serene than before, the sweet curls of her golden blonde hair falling sweetly all the way towards her back, making her appear as an angel in his eyes. She then cleared her voice and asked confidently: “What’s your name?”

“Ben, Ben Beckman, and yours?” he asked, looking right in her eyes. “Sophie, Sophie Harper.”

“Well Sophie, I suggest calling the police, and get rid of them once for all,” he mused, and she nodded in agreement.

They were finally released in the evening, as the three men were officially arrested. Even though the woman at his side was confident and powerful, both physically and mentally as he had witnessed in the afternoon, he could have sworn that she was still upset. And cold, as she was holding her shoulders with both hands and was trembling. Despite this, her expression was still firm, and at the same time gentle.

Ben didn’t say a word as he took off his black jacket and put it gently over her shoulder. She looked up at him in surprise (as he was very tall, and her head could only reach the base of his neck) but didn’t protest, and just muttered a grateful thank you. She felt guilty though, as remained only with his black t-shirt, whereas she had a warm black sweater and a white miniskirt (and she’d damned herself for this choice, since she knew the temperatures would have dropped).

She wanted to give back his jacket, when she heard his stomach grumbling. She laughed heartily, and he was a little embarrassed but still didn’t budge. “I’ve only had breakfast and you know, today has been busy and yeah, I’m hungry.” He joked drily, still finding amusing how ridiculously his jacket looked on her. Still he found her cute.

“Well, I know a pub that is nearby, we could go there and eat and drink something. My treat,” before Ben opened his mouth to protest, she patted his shoulder “you need to grow up, big boy.”

“You know what’s curious about you?” Sophie started, as she tied her hair in a knot, “your hair. I mean, it’s so long and beautiful. You can keep it better than I can do with mine. That’s not fair” she puffed jokingly, while taking a sip of her beer. She still had his jacket nearby, it smelled of cigarettes, sea and cologne, smell that she couldn’t forget easily.

He puffed the smoke of his cigarette out, his smile curving around it. “Actually it’s a family secret,” he deadpanned, before adding “my father too has long hair, although his is straight.”

She nodded amusedly, and at the same time couldn’t help but stare at his eyes. Their colour is similar to deer’s, a deep dark brown, a lighter shade of brown lining the edges within an luminescent glow, and they are sharp, full of intelligence and wisdom.

They then started a conversation as they decided to get to know each other better. He told her about his aspirations in the future, whereas she told him she decided to improve her passion and become a professional photographer. She even confessed that she dropped her lawyer studies to do so, much to her family’s disappointment. “I’ve already found someone that pays me for my photographs, and I’ve been asked to take some pictures of the Grandline University, and also to write something about it.”

He looked at her in surprise, as he told her that he was studying there, and was willing to help her. She looked so grateful, knowing that she could have worked with someone she liked. But then her expression became somber as she was staring at the scars in his arms, as they looked old but still painful. She then remembered that he was once part of the army, so she already knew the answer. But she was a stranger to him, to that broad shouldered man that looked so intimidating and yet had a calm and gentle attitude (with her, because she remembered how threatening and dangerous he was with her attacker.)

They continued their conversation, both spoke about their families, but didn’t spend more than a few words about them, both willing to not go into details. Sophie then paid and put herself on his jacket, and they made their way to her apartment. It was late and wanted to invite him inside, but then she thought it was inappropriate to invite a stranger this way. Yet.

She gave him back the jacket, and hugged him as a thank you. He returned it back, and went back to his own flat.

The day after they met in a café and had breakfast together, both happy to see each other again, with Ben constantly eyeing Sophie’s professional camera. The 24 years-old girl, she is younger than him by just one year, told him it was her mother’s gift, as she was the only one that backed her decision to fulfil her dream.

They then set out and went to the University. Sophie photographed all the buildings in various perspectives, while Ben told her everything he knew, but at some point she noticed a fountain, exactly at the centre of the compound. It represents a statue of a mermaid, perhaps a princess, and she was quite sure it was made of marble. Ben quirked an eyebrow at her bewilderment, and provided her an explanation. “It’s Shirahoshi, a legendary mermaid. She was also a princess, but what made her even more peculiar was her power. She was said to be the incarnation of the Ancient Weapon Poseidon, but nothing more is known about her. We are talking about something that might have existed more than 1 million years ago, nor is known the real power of this Ancient Weapon.”

She nodded interested, while taking some pictures, and mentally promised that she would write something down about this mermaid.

As the day went by, she noticed how much fast the time has passed, as she was fascinated by Ben’s way of talking and explaining. She couldn’t have imagined a better way of working. A very pleasant company and a large variety of stories and places.

Even Ben was comfortable around her, as she was a quiet presence, except for some pleasant joke every now and then, and a very good and curious listener. He thought that they really had a good chemistry, no one interrupted the other and they were attracted to one another.

When Shanks saw them together, during his date with another girl, he thought that his friend finally found someone that truly made him happy. And he wanted to celebrate, also because he himself had a great girl by his side. Her name was Makino and to him she appeared as beautiful as a mermaid, and nevertheless a kind presence.

Some months have passed by, and Ben finally decided to take Sophie out for a date. They went to the same pub they went when they first met. But this time the ending was different.

He took her home to his own flat, which had a double bed, and of course he did spring cleaned. He always claimed he didn’t have enough time to clean everything, but as a matter of fact he was a messy person.

He went to the kitchen and started preparing some tea, whereas she looked around the walls. There were lots of photos, him with his parents, with his friends and a photo of him dressed in his military uniform. He had slight short hair, his muscular chest and arms were well visible beneath his clothing, and he was briefly smiling at the camera. Beside him was Shanks, his friend she got to know, in his civilian clothes and unmissable straw hat.

“Tea is ready,” he announced, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and a tray in his hands. He saw her poking around, and couldn’t help but smiling. Especially when he saw her spotting a photo taken during his military service. “That was not a nice time,” he said quietly, images of that period flashing in front of him. She turned around, but she didn’t have that look of pity he hated so much. Her expression was soft and sympathetic. “You want to…talk about it?” She questioned quietly. “Sure.”

He was pouring tea in her mug, then looked into her beautiful seafoam green eyes and started talking. “As you might have understood, I’ve been part of the army for a period of my life. To be precise, I was 19 at the time and I’ve wanted to follow in my parents’ footstep. They both were part of the army, both were important pillars of it. I… didn’t want to be any less.” he took a sip of his tea, whereas Sophie was trying to grasp every information he was giving her, holding her breath and waiting for the worse to come.

“And so I signed up, after I graduated high school. I was quite good at it actually, and that’s because my father insisted on training me when I was younger. And everyone knew me, Beckman isn’t exactly an unknown last name in this field. And this is what almost killed me,” he took a pause, while she gulped, eyes getting even wider, as she silently got closer to his, holding his hand. “It was during a mission, I had to save a friend of mine, but I wasn’t careful enough, and the opposing army took me as an hostage.”

He took a deep breath, and he looked at her in the eyes, deer brown meeting green seafoam. He brushed a strand of blonde hair off her face, and then continued: “It was a great opportunity for them, they sent photos to my parents, and even videos of my torture, but… I still refused to tell them the things they pretended to know from me. But I had to pay the price for that as you can see. They split open my left forearm, and even marked my right forearm with a cross. My face, chest and legs were full of bruises and my nose was broken.”

He then pinched his nose to calm himself, before ending with: “I thought I was deemed to die, since they even shot me in the shoulder and thigh, but I was saved by my friends. They successfully tracked me down, and defeated our enemies. They found me tied in a chair with a rope, beaten up but alive. We won, and I didn’t give up until the end. That was my victory,” he whispered, smiling briefly at Sophie, whom had tears in her eyes. “My parents were of course distraught by all of this, and I told them that I wanted to go to university. And now I want to get a doctorate in business. They were of course relieved, and I’ve hugged both of them the tightest way I could, like when I was a child.”

She hugged him, crying in his arms. Ben took her face in his hands, wiped her tears from her face and kissed her lightly. They both were in each other arms, comforted by their own closeness. He then lift her up in his arms gently, and brought her in his bedroom. He gently laid her in his bed and his gaze focused in her clothes. Her wardrobe was always so colourful, kissed by the rainbow, and he especially liked her short sleeved sweater coloured of a rich yellow. They took off their clothes, he put on a condom and passion overwhelmed them.

Making love with him was the sweetest thing she ever experienced. His rough hands were delicate on her body, the kisses they shared were soft and wet. It was her first time, and she did it with a great man.

7 Years later

Ben was humming a song while he was preparing dinner for him and his fiancée. Sophie told him she had something to do, but he didn’t know what.

He just came home from work, and was pretty happy since he got promoted and his salary was increased.

“Hey Benny?” called out Sophie, putting on her slippers. She had a very big smile and was blushing a little. He came out of the kitchen with his blue kitchen apron and his hair tied in a low knot. She laughed softly at his appearance and hugged him briefly.

“Why are smiling this way?” he asked, amused despite himself.

Without any warns, she took his hand and put it on her belly, that was a little rounder than usual, and said: “Our baby is in there.”

He was shocked and became a little paler, then he covered his mouth with his hands and supressed the tears welling up in his eyes. He regained his calm attitude and he smiled, while he hugged his fiancée.

8 months later

The 33 years-old man was pacing around the waiting room. Shanks himself was nervous, so it didn’t really help him. The red haired man was becoming an uncle!

Ben was in great turmoil, and he was even shaking. His baby girl didn’t want to come out, and his fiancée had been in the delivery room for almost one full day. His parents and Shanks tried to calm him down, but without success. He also received various calls from Sophie’s parents, since they couldn’t come because of the weather., and that didn’t help his anxiety.

The midwife told him that Sophie needed a caesarean section, otherwise she and the baby would have been in even more life threatening. He nodded and sat down on his chair, Shanks put his only hand on his shoulder, to give the man some comfort. Ben was fighting back tears, and looked at his side, where he had located a teddy bear and chocolates. It was the 14th February, it was Valentine’s day.

Time passed slowly, and he was getting even more desperate, he felt a terrible headache and was paler that usual. He was about to go out and lit another cigarette, when he heard a baby cry, and he felt the floor crumble beneath him. He looked at the delivery room and Shanks got closer to him, offering him fraternal support.

He waited now with more hope, until a nurse brought him inside. His Sophie was lying exhausted, she looked paler and had horrendous dark circles, and was panting, her hand holding her chest. “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. Wait there, I’ll bring you your baby,” said the nurse with an understanding smile. He muttered a thank you and sat down near Sophie, stroking gently her sweaty hair.

“Hey, everything is fine now,” she said, once she saw his anxious and worried expression. She even smiled softly when she saw the teddy bear in his arms. Their eyes brightened when they saw the midwife coming with the cleaned and swaddled child. The baby girl was sleeping, and when she was handled to her mother she started fussing, cuddling even nearer to her. Ben stroked gently her head, and was surprised to see that much hair she inherited from him.

Lara was the name they chose, and with her birth she crowned their bond.

#benn beckman #shanks #one piece #marshall d. teach #original character #monkey d. luffy #shanks x makino #one piece makino #red haired pirates

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donutloverxo · 5 years ago

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Salty Baby

Chapter two

Authors note- thanks to @official-and-unstable-satan for being my beta. I’ll give you a thank you gift soon enough. No smut today next time i promise. happy reading.

Please do not repost or steal my work. Reblogs are welcome.

Summary- When you moved to New York in hopes of living a glamorous life this isn't what you expected. Steve offers to help you but your pride gets in the way. Pride isn't going to pay your rent and college loans.

Pairing- Steve Rogers x reader

Series warning- smut, sugar daddy/baby themes, angst, salty reader.

Word count- 1.5k

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE

Masterlist

The whole week you couldn’t stop thinking about Steve. You went as far as to research him. He had lived such an interesting, accomplished life so many things. You couldn’t help but feel intimidated.

Steve had texted you the details of the restaurant. When you said your favorite food was pizza he took it upon himself to book a table at a five star Michelin star Italian restaurant. You being an uncultured simpleton said yes without knowing what you were getting yourself into.

You had never been to a fancy restaurant. You didn’t own a single dress. Neither could you afford one right now. There’s no way in hell your sister would let you set foot in her closet let alone borrow a dress.

“Are you coming to the party tomorrow?”, your coworker Alyssa asked. She had perpetually been nosy and annoying. Always oversharing or probing you about your personal life.

“No I have a date”

“Oh wow!”, she exclaimed jumping up and down. “Is it with that tall drink of water who’s totally obsessed with you?”

“Well... yeah”

“What are you going to wear?”, she asked propping herself up on her elbow batting her eyelashes at you.

You sighed deeply. “I don’t have anything to wear.” You considered cancelling just because of that. You didn’t have a lot of free time to date or socialize. But then you have been in New York for over a year and had yet to have a fun night out on the town.

“Well we’re about the same size. How about you borrow a dress of mine? On one condition! You have to tell me literally everything.”

“Why?”, while you weren’t keen on accepting help from her there weren’t many other options.

“Because that’s just what girls do!”

Alyssa set you up with a beautiful red dress that ended just above your knee that showed just a hint of cleavage. ‘To leave something to the imagination' apparently.

She also warned you at least ten times not to put out on the first date. Which you probably weren’t going to anyway. After a few touches of makeup you were good to go.

***

To make sure he doesn’t make a fool out of himself, Steve went to Natasha for some advice on modern dating. She was his only female friend. Probably his only friend.

She convinced him to buy bunch of new clothes and a new haircut. He wasn’t so sure about the new look but from what he had observed he looked quite modern.

“Oh new haircut”, Tony comments on the Steve’s new look when he comes and sits in the conference room in front of him. “You don’t stick out like a sore thumb now”

“Steve has a hot date”, Natasha smirked. “he’s kind of nervous about it”

“There’s no need to be nervous”, Tony drawls out pushing back on his chair. “Women love to talk about themselves. Just ask her about her hopes and dreams. She is a real human woman right?”

“I’m not sure I should be taking advice from you” Neither did he want to discuss his love life before an important meeting. Although he had to agree it was pretty good advice.

“And money. Women like money”, he continued going through his phone

“Don’t listen to Stark’s misogynistic wisdom. Not all girls are after money” Natasha said throwing Tony a glare.

“Yeah he’ll find out for himself soon enough”, he threw back.

Steve knew money played a part in relationships. It provided security. He was grateful about the more than sufficient funds in his bank account. Some from his army back pay and some from working for shield and the Avengers. After the days he had seen during the depression he considered himself very lucky to treat you to an expensive meal or anything else you would like. But at the same time he didn’t want you to be interested in him solely for his money.

He parked the car he borrowed from Tony outside your apartment building. Both him and Natasha had given him long lecture while laughing at him when he said he was going to pick you up on his motorcycle.

When he looked at your red dress he was more than glad that he didn’t bring his motorcycle. He tried to supress the fact that he was so mesmerised by you. He gave you the small bouquet of roses he had bought on his way.

“Wow”, you exclaimed looking at his hair. “It suits you. Can I touch it?”

He couldn’t supress his lovesick grin and shyly nodded his headed. Sighing in content feeling you run your fingers through his shirt hair.

He felt you shifting in your seat on the drive to the restaurant. It somewhat calmed him to know you were just as nervous.

You both took and seats and ordered some food. You were looking around at the decor in awe talking about how beautiful and sophisticated everything is.

He hasn’t been on a date in more than 70 years. He did take your coat but forgot to pull your chair out for you, the hostess beat him to it. In his anxiety he had already knocked down a fork and cringed so hard he was sure you noticed.

He was going picking at his brain to find something to talk about. This was your first date. He had to make a good impression.

“So... what are your dreams?”, not the best start but he could still recover.

You tilted your head at him giving him a small laugh. “Just the normal things, I guess. To have a successful career... to be happy. What are your dreams?”

“I... well I’m not so sure anymore. I used to want the simple typical things. But then I became Captain America...can’t exactly have that now”,

Maybe he shouldn’t have started with something so heavy so early on. When he became Captain America his life didn’t belong to him anymore. That alone would be more than enough to scare you off.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t still want those things”, you said lightly shrugging “Why did you? Become Captain America, I mean you’re great at it. But it must be a huge responsibility” you asked as the server placed your food in front of you and filled your glass with wine.

“I’ve just never liked bullies”, he started as soon as the server left “being Cap gave me a chance to fight them”

“That’s ironic. Considering America is the probably biggest bully in the world”, you said with a humorless laugh.

Glumness settled over his face. He nodded at you. He had hoped that 70 years would bring about positive changes in the world. While things were better than before they weren’t nearly as good as he wanted them to be.

“It’s a good thing though. You and your superhero friends can keep the country and the world in check”, you said giving him a cheeky smile stuffing the pasta in your mouth. He returned your smile digging into his food.

As the conversation flowed he found himself relaxing and settling down. It didn’t feel like he had only known you for two weeks, not from how comfortable he felt with you. Talking to you. Holding your hand for a few seconds here and there.

After dessert he drove you back to your home. Walking you to your doorstep something caught his eye at the many mailboxes that aligned the wall.

You looked at the mailbox he was staring at. “That’s my Anna’s married name” You looked back at him. “My sister”, you continued still staring at his confused face.

He gave you a small nod “I work with someone called Rumlow”

“Probably a coincidence”

“Yeah. Thanks for keeping me company tonight doll” As much as he didn’t want the night to end. He had to leave just so he could see you again. Preferably sooner rather than later.

“Doll?”, you asked frowning

“You don’t like it?”, he asked nervously. He still wasn’t sure what was considered appropriate. Everyone told him different things.

“I... well I like my name”, you averted your gaze looking at the tiles on the floor. “Thank you so much for today though. I had fun. Can we do it again?”

“Yes!” He gushed instantly “When are you free I’ll call you or text you?”

You nodded at him playing with the buttons on his shirt before slowly stroking the lapel of his blazer looking up at him with a pout.

Steve maybe clueless when it comes to women but he wasn’t an idiot. He took the hint leaning down to meet you in the middle as you stood on your tippy toes. He lightly pressed his lips to yours.

He had planned to keep it chaste and modest, he was a gentleman after all, but then you slipped your tongue into his mouth and threw your arms around his neck pulling closer to you. There was no holding back now. He slid his hands to your waist and hoisted you off the the ground. Up in the air a few inches to match his heights.

You smiled into the kiss. Stifling your giggle so you didn’t have to break the kiss. Feeling completely pampered and spoiled. He put you down on the ground putting his hands in pockets of his dress or he’d to tempted to steal another kiss.

“Good night” You breathed out after a couple of moments of just staring at each other.

“Good night” He almost called you doll again but stopped himself. Choosing to just say your name. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, he couldn’t help it. And left. Already excited to see you again as soon as possible.

#steve x reader #steve x you #captain america x you #captain america x reader #captain america x female reader #steve rogers #captain america #salty baby #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #chris evans x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers series #steve rogers x reader

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majesty-madness · 4 years ago

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An Outlaw’s Better Half (Arthur Morgan x reader series)

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Summary: Y/N lost her only friends to a gang of thugs, who murdered them all. With nowhere to go, she wanders the streets only to be met with a certain cowboy. After saving her life, Arthur brings her back to camp and everyone is very welcoming. Y/N begins to think maybe this could be her new family, a real family, but how will she react when she learns that the gang that welcomed her with opens arms, steals and kills to get by?

Chapter One

Word Count: 4000+

Warning: Angst, violence and murder, blood, cursing

Violence wasn’t something that she hadn’t experienced in all of her life of living. It was everywhere and sometimes a necessity if you wanted to survive.

There were times when she had actually used brute force to get away from a sticky situation but it wasn’t until afterward that the events would truly dawn on her. Though she never dwelled on it for long. As long as she made it out alive, that’s all that mattered.

Y/N had recently settled about a mile away from the town of Valentine, the spot was hidden by massive trees and overgrown bushes.

She wasn’t alone, a few other individuals had joined her or rather she joined them. They were a relatively small camp with only ten people. Not at all capable of taking on a whole gang by themselves but strong enough to survive.

Y/N was patching up a ripped hole in a thin quilt of hers when a woman in her mid forties, walked up to her.

“Need any help with that?” She kindly asked, taking a seat next to the young (h/c).

Y/N smiled, “No thanks, Isabelle. I think I can handle it this time. Besides, I’m not sure how you could help me with sewing anyway.”

“I could hold it for you.” Isabelle replied.

The (h/c) abruptly stopped what she was doing and plopped her hands in her lap. “Hold it?” She asked, raising her eyebrow.

“What? I meant like keep it still for ya, that’s all.” Isabelle defended. She gestured to the blue quilt in Y/N’s lap.

Y/N let out an airy laugh, her body convulsing harshly. “Thanks but I’ve got it.” She wiped her teary eyes and continued to sew.

The older woman playfully scowled. “Alright, fine. Don’t come crying to me when you forget how to tie off the ‘nd.”

“That was one time!” Y/N jabbed back, an amused smile still plastered to her face.

There was a moment of silence, different members of the small group attending to their own chores or activities, and Y/N just remained sitting on a log that sat only two feet from her tent. Then the familiar ear shattering noise caused Y/N and Isabelle to jump up from their seats.

Other members' attention had also been directed toward the sound of the noise. But before they knew what hit them, men on horses were charging straight for them.

Y/N’s small group of people tried to retaliate but were far too late and lacked better aim.

She and Isabelle were attempting to escape when Isabelle caught a bullet to the back and crashed into the young (h/c), sending them both to go tumbling to the dirt ground.

With the adrenaline coursing through her veins, Y/N’s legs were tempted to pull her body back up and push her to start running the opposite direction but her mind quickly came to a conclusion that made every muscle in her body freeze.

If she did try to run then she would surely be killed on the spot so she did what she thought would at least give her a chance to survive. Nothing.

She laid still, right where she had fallen, and closed her eyes. Waiting. Praying that whoever was there would just go away. Especially when she heard the gunslinging gang argue with one another.

“Why did you shoot all the women?! What the hell is wrong with you?!” One man yelled.

“What’cha you talkin ‘bout?” Another man snapped back.

“We could’ve brought’em back to camp, had a good time with them but no! You had to go in guns blazing and now they're all dead!”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat at this bit of information. She silently thanked the universe for giving her the wisdom to play dead.

“Oh shut up, you drunken bastard.” The one man grumbled, taking heavy footsteps away from where Y/N was lying.

Hours past. Late morning turned to early evening. The sun was beginning its descent and not once had Y/N moved from her initial position, keeping as still as her body would allow. On several occasions though, she wished she could sink into the ground below and use mother earth as her protective shell when the men wandered particularly close.

And as if the universe was answering her silent pleas, the sound of gravel and dirt crunching under someone’s footsteps shattered the silent air. “We gotta go guys! The law is gonna be on top of us!”

“Damn it! Let’s go boys!” Another man, assumingly their leader, said breaking into a full sprint to his horse.

The way the hooves of their horses made contact with the ground, it was obvious that they were leaving quickly, not sparing another glance back on the camp they’d destroyed only hours ago.

Y/N waited a few minutes just to make sure that they were really actually gone.

When she could only hear the sound of the wind rushing through the trees, she wiggled herself free from the cold, dead grasp of what once was a kind older lady.

She crawled across the ground, her body becoming covered in mud. A few grunts and groans of excursion left her mouth, and eventually she flopped down on her back when finally free.

All was silent. Not a word was spoken. Not a single animal call could be heard. Just the wind, blowing softly through nature’s livelihood.

It was an absolute nightmare.

The silence felt like a hot knife in her chest, burning and suffocating. She was left to rewind to the events of what had happened.

Hot tears rolled down her cheeks as she quietly cried to herself.

Was she crying for her group or for herself? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she was, once again, on her own.

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It was night by now and the moon was in full bloom.

Arthur and John were making their way back to camp after finding out a tip they’d heard about in a saloon turned out to be a bust.

Should have known better than to listen to a drunken idiot.

“Got any idea where we can start looking for another score?” John asked, his eyes darting to the back of Arthur’s head.

Arthur shrugged. “I ain’t got a clue. But I’ll head back into town tomorrow, see if there mighta been something we missed.”

“Let me know if you hear about anything.” John replied as he and Arthur continued to make their way down the dirt road.

Arthur nodded. “I will.”

Recently, they haven't had any luck getting any money. Yeah, there was the few occasional stagecoach robberies and such but nothing that could help them move the whole camp somewhere no one would find them. That would require more money than they were able to get.

They needed to leave and soon or else things were gonna end badly for them.

“Get the hell away from me!”

Both Arthur and John raised their heads at the sound of a woman shouting.

About ten feet in front of them stood a group of men, completely surrounding a young lady.

“Stay back!” The woman fearfully hissed, holding up her knife so as to give the impression that she wasn’t afraid but anyone could tell otherwise. Especially these arrogant bastards.

“Oh come on, we just want to have a little fun.” One man smirked, licking his lips with lust coating his eyes.

He reached out to take the woman’s arm and as soon as his hand made contact, she pulled him towards her and jammed her knife deep into his throat.

The man stumbled back as he gurgled on his own blood, eventually flopping down onto the dirt ground. The rest of the group of men stared at their dying friend.

John and Arthur watched as the events unfolded, hands pressed to their revolvers just in case things were going to get messy.

“You’re gonna pay for that bitch!” Another man yelled, pulling out a gun from his holster.

However, before he could even wrap his hands around the handle, another loud boom echoed in the air.

The loud gunshot caused everyone to turn to the origin of the noise.

There sat Arthur, revolver in hand, and a thin trail of smoke seeping from the tip of the steel barrel.

“Any of you think of reaching for your guns, I’ll put a bullet in ya.” Arthur said, his voice low in tone and VERY intimidating.

He didn’t have to tell the group of men twice as they quickly scurried away.

Arthur set his revolver back into his holster and hopped off his horse.

When the young woman caught sight of the mass of the brown haired, blue eyed cowboy approaching her, she pointed her now bloody knife toward Arthur.

“Whoa there, ma’am.” Arthur immediately raised his hands up in surrender. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

Heavy pants slipped past the lady’s pink lips as well as a few pained whimpers. She was dreadfully scared but based on her demeanor she was not going to let someone threaten her without a fight.

Though Arthur decided he might press his luck.

“Are you alright, miss?” He asked with some variation of concern but readied himself in case the lady tried to attack him.

She hesitated but eventually shook her head. Arthur looked back to John and he only shrugged.

The cowboy took another step forward. “Are you alone?”

The lady’s eyes darted to the ground, her quivering lips and watery eyes telling Arthur all that he needed to know.

Even though she hadn’t said anything, it was obvious that this poor, fearful woman had been through some kind of trauma.

Arthur’s eyes squinted in sympathy. “I’m sorry.”

The lady looked back up, her expression softening just a bit.

“You’re bleeding…” He pointed to the blood dripping from her temple then again looked back at John to see if maybe he thought there was something wrong. Though, he didn’t seem bothered by it all, in fact, he nodded his head knowing what Arthur was insinuating.

“If you want, you…” Arthur paused. “You could come with us, we’ve got some other women back at our camp that can help you get cleaned up.”

“How-” The woman finally spoke. This perked Arthur’s attention. “How do I know I can trust you?”

“I saved your life. And if I was a threat, you would’a known it by now.”

Arthur could see the gears turning in her head as she thought through her options. Stay to die alone or get some help from a couple of cowboys? She chose the latter.

She slid her bloody knife back into her sheath and nodded. “Okay.”

Arthur gestured towards his horse that was waiting next to John, and the young lady followed behind him. She kept a considerable distance away from the man that saved her just in case he was going to try something.

He stepped up onto his saddle, pulled himself up, and swung his leg to rest on the other side then held out his hand for the lady to take.

She grasped his hand in her own and used her own strength to help Arthur lift her up on his horse. She sat side saddle, her hands resting on Arthur’s broad shoulders. It would be weird if she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Or at least she thought so.

The three individuals made their way back to camp. For the rest of the trip, no one said a word. Instead there was silence except for the occasional animal calls which Y/N made sure to admire as her mind wandered into the abyss.

From this point on, she had no way of knowing what was going to happen to her next.

Either she was actually going to get help from these strangers, get killed, or…

Y/N shook her head. She didn’t want to think of what they were capable of doing to her. Terrible things she imagined. However, even though she didn’t know these people there was this gut feeling, an instinct, telling her that maybe, just maybe they were trustworthy.

After all, this man saved her life. Anyone else would have walked by, without so much as batting an eye but not him. He saw she was in trouble and came to her aid.

Suppose there was still some good left in the world.

Arthur and John approached the edge of camp, their horses trotting towards Charles who was guarding the camp this particular night.

“Arthur. John” Charles greeted.

His eyes then wandered to the young lady seated behind Arthur. She quickly looked away from his intimidating stare. “Who’s that?”

“Someone we picked up coming back to camp.” John answered, still following behind Arthur.

Arthur hitched his horse and hopped off. He turned to Y/N and held out his arms toward her to help her off the back of his horse.

She looked down at his hands, a perplexed expression bent into her features.

Arthur bobbed his hands up and down for a second before saying, “Come on.”

Y/N hesitantly leaned forward and rested her hands on Arthur’s shoulders as he lifted her from the horse and placed her on the ground.

“This way.” Arthur said, leading Y/N towards the center of camp.

Her eyes darted around the makeshift camp, searching for anyone she’d consider friendly. Not many of them looked all that amicable but she did see some woman which she wasn’t sure that relieved her in some way or made her even more skeptical.

Though when members of the group began to form a crowd around her and Arthur, that small relief soon vanished.

“Ah, Arthur.” Dutch greeted him as soon as the stocky cowboy came into his vision. “How’re things in Valentine?”

Arthur scratched at his stubble, “Not so good. Turns out the leads were nothin’ but rumors.”

“We’ll just have to keep looking.” Dutch said and Arthur nodded in agreement.

Just then Dutch caught sight of the young lady timidly standing behind Arthur’s towering figure.

“And who is this young lady?” Dutch said strutting around Arthur to see Y/N more clearly.

Y/N’s (e/c) orbs flashed up to meet Dutch’s gaze and she found herself stepping closer to Arthur.

“This is… uh...well actually, we don’t know her name but we found her on the main road, a few men were becoming little less than friendly.”

Dutch welcomed Y/N with a smile. “Well, miss…” He paused, waiting for her to respond.

Y/N gulped, fiddling with her shaking hands. “L/N. Y/N L/N.”

“Well Miss. L/N, you are welcome to stay here with us for as long as you need.” Dutch then looked over to the girls that had conveniently gathered together. “Miss. Grimshaw. Abigail. Get Miss. L/N cleaned up and a fresh pair of clothes will ya?”

Miss. Grimshaw and Abigail nodded then stepped forward and guided Y/N away from the crowd.

Y/N let them lead her away but not before she turned her head to look over her shoulder to Arthur, getting one last glance at his blue eyes as she walked further away.

For some reason, she felt she would rather not leave him but did anyhow.

“Come this way, honey.” Miss. Grimshaw said, pulling Y/N towards Abigail’s tent.

They stepped inside the tent along with Mary-Beth and Tilly following suit.

Miss. Grimshaw turned to Mary-Beth, “Go get some water and clean rag.” She ordered.

Mary-Beth nodded and headed out of the tent.

Miss. Grimshaw turned her attention back to the young (h/c) standing patiently in the middle of the large tent. “Let’s get you out of those dirty clothes.” She reached out to help her but Y/N instinctively flinched away, startling everyone remaining in the tent.

They all stood with their eyes on Y/N’s stiff form. She seemed as if she were prepared for someone to attack her.

Abigail stepped just a tad bit closer. “It’s okay. We ain’t gonna hurt ya. We just want to help.” The burnette reassured.

Y/N’s eyes darted from Abigail, to Miss. Grimshaw, to Tilly then back to Abigail again.

After a minute or two of waiting, the three women could visibly see the (h/c)’s body relax as she rested her arms at her sides.

“Abigail, get Miss. L/N some clean clothes. Looks like she’s ‘bout your size.” She said and Abigail agreed, walking over to a corner in the tent and beginning to rummage through her clothes to find something decent for the young (h/c) to wear.

Mary-Beth then walked in with a cool bowl of water, and a clean rag sticking out from the edge of the metal. She stood next to Grimshaw, a soft expression on her face as she made eye contact with Y/N.

Grimshaw grabbed the rag from the metal bowl and rang out the extra water the rag had soaked up over the course of the time it sat in the bowl.

When it was damp enough to her liking, she stepped toward Y/N and very gently placed one hand under Y/N’s chin to keep her head still while she wiped away the dried blood that lay against her temple.

Even though Grimshaw was usually a hard ass, she handled the scared woman with care, almost as if she were made of glass. Fragile to the touch. Which surprisingly comforted Y/N, they were much kinder than originally anticipated.

Once the blood was wiped clean, Grimshaw tossed the now blood covered rag back into the metal bowl. “Alright. You’re all good. Just get changed into some fresh clothes and bring these ones out. We’ll make sure to wash’em for ya.” Grimshaw said, gesturing to her dirt covered skirt and shirt.

Abigail walked back over, neatly folded clothing in her hands. “Here ya go.”

Y/N cautiously extended her arms to take the clothes from Abigail. “T-thank you.” she mumbled scarcely, her lips pressing into a tight line.

She wasn’t sure what to make of what was happening.

Most people weren’t so kind, and selfless. Not that she didn’t appreciate what they were doing for her because she did very much so, but why go out of their way just to help some stranger that, for all they know, could be a threat?

Guess they were willing to take that chance.

“Go on, get changed. We’ll give ya some privacy.” Grimshaw stated hurriedly gesturing for the rest of the girls to exit said tent, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

It was a good few minutes before Y/N even thought about moving and proceeding with swapping out her clothes.

The older lady was right, she was the same size as the burnette.

There was no mirror around to check out her appearance so she just had to hope that she didn’t look too ridiculous, not that it really mattered.

She approached the edge of the tent. Her nerves getting the better of her.

What would happen once she stepped out of the confines of the tent. Nothing? Her worst nightmare?

Arthur’s words rang through her head. “If I was a threat, you would’a known it by now.”

If these people went as far as to clean her, bring her clothes, and overall help her then maybe they could be trusted.

Y/N closed her eyes. “Breathe in. Hold it. Breathe out” She took a deep breathe then let it out in an attempt to calm her nerves.

When she stepped away from the makeshift home, Y/N immediately saw that a few men had grouped together and were discussing amongst themselves.

It was hard to tell what they were saying at first but in curiosity, she stepped closer and was able to make out what they were saying.

“We’ve got to let the girl go.” Micah said.

“We can’t just throw her out.” John intervened, annoyance palpable in his voice.

“She’s a stranger. And a threat to all of us.” Micah continued.

Arthur scoffed. “Didn’t realize you were so concerned for the rest of us.”

“I’m only thinking about the group.” Micah defended, his tone hiding some ulterior motive.

A pang of sadness rushed through Y/N as she listened in on what they were saying.

Micah continued. “I say we send the girl on her way.”

“No. I think we should let her stay with us and if she wants to leave then-” Dutch stopped when he caught sight of Y/N who was standing a few feet away.

The other men followed Dutch’s gaze, seeing that the damsel in distress had been standing right there, most likely listening in on what they were discussing.

Y/N’s expression told them all they needed to know. Her brows furrowed inward, not in anger but in sadness. Her (e/c) eyes held a thousand words, and her slightly parted mouth emphasized how she felt.

“I-”

“There you are, honey. Let me take those-” Miss. Grimshaw interrupted, causing Y/N to look at her then she took a hold of Y/N’s dirty clothes. “And let’s go find you somewhere to sleep.” She continued, and quickly guided Y/N away from the men.

As Miss. Grimshaw led Y/N away from the group of men, she caught a glimpse of that saddened expression making a home into Y/N’s features.

“Oh honey, don’t you worry ‘bout Mr.Bell. He says a lot of things but he’s all talk.”

“But he’s right; I am a stranger.” Y/N objected earnestly.

Miss. Grimshaw quickly pulled Y/N over toward a propped up tent. “Listen to me; you might be a stranger but don’t mean you ain’t decent.”

Her answer surprised the young (h/c).

The elderly woman continued. “You needed help, and we took upon ourselves to help you. Now don’t go worrying about things that ain’t gonna happen.”

Miss Grimshaw turned away grabbing an extra blanket from the back of one of the wagons then turned back and plopped it into Y/N’s arms.

“Now you’re gonna sleep right next to Mary-Beth.” The older woman spoke as she led Y/N over to a pitched tent in the center of camp.

Y/N assumed that Mary-Beth was the one already standing under the tarp that was the roof of the tent.

As soon as Grimshaw was near Mary-Beth, she started to rapidly swat her waves toward her signifying she wanted her to move over.

“Scooch over! We need to make room for Ms. L/N.”

The brunette quickly grabbed the edge of her sleeping bag and scooted over just a few inches.

“There you go, honey.” Miss Grimshaw said, looking to the (h/c).

Y/N perked up and slowly walked over to the now vacant spot and stood there for a second.

Miss Grimshaw continued. “Now lie down, get some rest, and I’m sure things will look better in the morning.” And just like that she walked away and out of sight.

The young female merely stood frozen in her spot, letting the events from the day sink in. Before she could protest, hot tears fell from the base of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

Mary-Beth could notice the change in aura around this young lady, and lightly rested her hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

A sniffle was heard causing a wave of sympathy to rush over Mary-Beth. She stepped out from behind the young woman to see her face. The tears were the first thing she saw even in the black ridden night.

“Here.” Mary-Beth dug into the pocket sewn into the front of her dress and pulled out a sparkling, clean, white handkerchief.

Y/N gently took the handkerchief out of Mary-Beth’s hand and used it to wipe the continuous tears. “I’m sorry…” She whimpered her voice cracking in the midst of her apology.

Mary-Beth managed a light hearted smile. “Sorry for what? For crying? You got nothing to be sorry for. It’s alright to cry when you’re hurting.” Mary-Beth paused. “I know we don’t know you very well and we don’t know what you’ve been through, but it’s gonna be okay. You’ll be safe with us.”

Y/N looked up at Mary-Beth and saw the genuinity in her eyes.

She wiped her eyes once more before handing the handkerchief back with a nod following soon after. “Okay…”

The brunette flashed a smile again as she took her handkerchief and stowed back it into her pocket.

Y/N turned around and backed away from her designated spot to roll out her sleeping bag. Right now, more than anything, she just wanted to get to bed, though she wasn’t sure that she would be able to sleep. Not when she was in a strange place with strange people, but she could at least try.

She laid down to cover herself up with the thin fabric to hopefully fall into a peaceful slumber.

Despite the trauma, Y/N allowed her thoughts to linger on those of her fallen friends.

They were good, and hard working people trying to make an honest living.

Trying to survive. Same as her. They didn’t deserve being shot down by a bunch of two bit thugs who cared about nothing but their own desires.

Though, that was the world they lived in. Life and death go hand and hand and sometimes it was just a person’s time to go even if it was in a brutal fashion or even if it was unfair.

Most times it was.

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damiensdemon · 4 years ago

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The Perfect Patient

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Summary: One-shot first-person drabble about having an unfortunate dental-fetish and a hot dentist.

"As his gloves fingers brush your jaw to keep it open properly, you find yourself wishing that you did have dentophobia. In reality, fear had almost nothing to do with the pounding of your heart. Rather, you’ve been avoiding this appointment because of your attraction to it."

Warnings: Smut, Dental Kink, Praise Kink, Horny Dentistry, Light Bondage, Light Bloodplay, Tooth Extraction, Needles, Transmasc Protag

The longer you put off something important, the harder it is to get it done. Like weeding a garden or telling a secret, sometimes the mental emphasis you put on a task can make it infinitely harder, as it gets more time to grow roots in your mind.

In your case, you haven’t been to the dentist’s office in many, many years. Currently, you’re sitting in the waiting room of a local office, waiting to be called back. The cozy clinic isn’t nearly as sterile-feeling as you remember your childhood office being, but that doesn’t do much to soothe your nerves.

The door across the room from you opens, and you jump at the sound. Luckily for you, the soft-faced young man who steps out is too engrossed in his clipboard to notice your fear. His brown eyes flick up to yours, and he smiles as he calls your name, “We’re ready for you, if you wanna head back.”

“Y-yes, thank you…” You mumble as politely as you can, quickly collecting your things and following him into the office.

His cheery grin persists as he shuts the door behind you, then leads you off down a hallway. After a couple of turns, he stops in front of a strange looking machine mounted to the wall.

“How are you feeling today?” He asks pleasantly, double-checking his clipboard as he begins messing with something behind a little divider in the room.

“Fine! A little nervous... Um… How are you?” You ask, sliding your thumbs under the straps of your backpack. Nervous tick.

“Pretty swell.” He grins, then motions to the chair under the arm of the machine. “My name is Jamie, and I’m the hygienist on duty today. Since you haven’t been seen for a while, we’re gonna take a quick x-ray. This is just gonna take a second, if you don’t mind taking a seat for me.”

“O-oh, of course.” You sit down in the chair, holding your spine stiffly. Jamie steps around you, then slides a heavy, weighted bib over your head. The weight is oddly comforting as it settles against your shoulders.

He walks you through the steps of the x-ray patiently, and while Jamie keeps up an easy chatter. Despite his best efforts, you can’t help but get more and more anxious as the appointment goes on.

After he takes the bitewing out of your mouth and lifts the weighted vest off of you, you finally ask him something that you'd wanted to since you first realized you needed an appointment. “What’s the dentist like?”

“Doctor Langford? He’s a sweetheart. Nothing to be afraid of.” He shrugs, waiting for you to put your backpack back on before motioning for you to follow him. As you walk, he adds, “All his patients seem to love him, as long as he’s sitting down.”

You give Jamie a confused look. He catches it, then explains, “Oh. He’s really tall. He’s kinda got, uh, gentle-giant vibes, y’know?”

“Ooh, I see.” You mumble, letting yourself wander along behind him toward a dental treatment room. Your friend, who’d recommended you to Dr. Langford, had expressed the same sentiment. Though, they'd described him as 'dark and handsome' in addition to 'tall'.

As you turn into a small room with dark blue walls, Jamie goes on. “His daughter thinks he’s the best. She’s so little compared to him. And, I mean, compared to his ex-wife, I can see why she chose him over her. I have no idea why he’s still single, or why he was even with that woman in the first-... um…” He caught himself, clearing his throat abruptly. “...Yeah. Anyways. Take a seat whenever.”

Jamie nodded toward the chair in the middle of the room, with a dental engine built into one of the armrests. The metal tray beside it contained a few tools that you weren’t quite familiar with, but just the sight of them made you feel…

“So, I’m gonna clean your teeth, and the doctor will be in to check you out as soon as I’m done. Do you want mint or bubblegum flavored toothpaste?”

Stiffly, you force yourself to settle back into the chair. “... Bubblegum, please.”

“Cool.” He said, pulling his medical mask over his nose and putting on a fresh pair of gloves. You have to turn away as he gets prepped, to keep the butterflies in your stomach from crawling their way up your throat.

“... Man, you got it bad, huh?” He asks with an unmistakable glint in his eyes.

“H-- Ghk… What?” You splutter, face flushing instantly.

“You’ve got like, dentophobia right? A fear of dental-stuff?”

You nod a little too quickly. “Yeah! I totally do. I'm super freaked out by all the, uh, mouth stuff. Maybe we should just skip the cleaning."

"I mean, we could, but the dentist is still gonna need to look in your mouth. And, uh… It won't hurt or anything, I promise."

"I'm not really worried about pain." You say with a nervous laugh, pulling on the strings of your hoodie.

Jamie scoots his stool up next to your seat, then puts his hand on your arm. He squeezes gently, waiting for you to relax.

"... Okay. Let's get this over with." You sigh, twisting the strings around your fingers in a self-soothing gesture.

He pats your arm happily, then picks up the brush connected to the chair. "You're a brave man, my dude. Okay, I'll be quick and gentle, promise."

You give a little nod and open your mouth for him. Jamie shifts into a more professional façade as he turns the brush on and begins cleaning your teeth.

Unsurprisingly, the effect on you is immediate. You have to drop the strings as your hands begin to shiver. Instead, you grip the armrests tightly. As your face burns hot once more, you steal a glance at the young man next to you. Jamie is, respectfully, keeping his eyes focused on your mouth, rather than your uncomfortable expression. … You have to keep yourself from thinking about that too much.

As his gloves fingers brush your jaw to keep it open properly, you find yourself wishing that you did have dentophobia. In reality, fear had almost nothing to do with the pounding of your heart. Rather, you’ve been avoiding this appointment because of your attraction to it.

“... Alright, we’re done with the cleaning! Want some water?” Jamie chirps, setting down the electric brush and offering you a small cup. You nod gratefully, taking a sip and swishing for a moment before spitting into the little sink he’d pushed closer to you.

“Is that it, then?” You ask hesitantly.

“Not quite. I’ve gotta floss ya, and check for any left-over nasties.” He says, swapping to a fresh pair of gloves. Idly, your eyes flick to the tray beside your chair. A container of floss sits innocuously beside an array of sharp implements. Jamie laughs quietly, “Uh, don’t worry. Those won’t hurt, either. Unless… you haven’t been flossing.”

Shamefully, you shake your head.

“Gotta get on that shit. Can’t have you getting gum disease. Then you’ll have to come here more often.” He teased, scooting up closer. “Alright, sit back, let’s do this.”

Somehow, you kept your cool through the remainder of the cleaning. By the time your gums had stopped bleeding, Jamie had already cleaned you up and left to fetch the dentist.

Your anxiety barely has time to spike before an absolute mountain of a human being enters the room. He has to duck his head to avoid bumping his head on the door frame. Despite the warm smile on his face as he approaches you, his intimidation factor is massive.

“Good afternoon, sir. I’m Doctor Langford, but you can call me Gabriel.” He says, extending a hand to you.

With your heart in your throat, you reach out to shake it. God, his hand is huge compared to yours. Shakily, you introduce yourself, and can only pray that you don’t sound as terrified as you feel.

“Pleasure to meet you. Now, I wanted to talk to you about your x-ray…” He says, folding himself into the chair Jamie had left beside you. He holds up a sheet of film, and points to a place behind your molars. “Your wisdom teeth are beginning to come in. As one would expect of a young man of your age... Now, I can’t remove those today, but you can schedule an appointment for that later.”

You nod along, but can’t really focus on what he’s telling you. Gabriel speaks with a soothing, deep tone, and a slight accent that you can’t quite place. … Australian, perhaps?

"Alright, I'll just do a quick examination of your teeth, and then we can get you out of here." He says with a smile, turning around to grab a fresh pair of gloves.

You swallow hard, watching him pull his latex gloves into place with a snap. No wedding ring, your stupid-awful-monkey-brain whispers. You tell it, politely, to sit the fuck back.

"Can you open for me?" Gabriel asks gently. Almost embarrassingly quickly, you part your lips and let him look into your mouth.

Even with a mask covering half of his face, you remain very aware of how close he is to you. You can feel his presence looming over you as he adjusts a light to see inside your oral cavity.

He watches you with sharp, attentive eyes. Softly, he hums, then picks up a small mouth mirror and slides it into your mouth.

"Ah, excuse me…" He mutters, lifting his hand and touching your molar with his--

An embarrassing squeak leaves your throat, and he immediately retracts. If he registered the true nature of that noise, he doesn't make it obvious. "Oh. Pardon me. Are you alright?"

Your heart hammers in your ears as you nod. "I-I'm fine! I just, got overwhelmed."

"Ah, I see." He replies, taking off his gloves casually. "Your teeth look quite healthy, but you do have a small cavity in one of your molars."

"... What?" You mumble numbly. Oh fuck, oh shit--

"If you have an extra hour, we can fill that today. Does that sound alright with you?” His tone borders on velvety. Is he doing that on purpose? … No, of course not. He's a dentist, this is his job.

He remains silent and attentive, waiting for you to reply. You nod quickly, snapping yourself out of your thoughts. “... Oh. Yes! Of course, let’s… do that. Get it out of the way. Haha.”

“Wonderful. Jamie will get everything prepared for us, and I’ll be back shortly. Hold tight.” He says, rising to his feet and giving you an approving nod as he exits the room.

Shit. Goddamn it. He knows, he has to.

No sooner has that thought passed through your mind before Jamie pokes his head back in. The smug grin on his face tells you that he has instantly read you for filth.

“Shut up.” You bury your face in your hands, avoiding eye contact at all costs.

The hygienist has to duck back out of the room to laugh, then enters and shuts the door behind him. “So… Anything you wanna share with me, young man?”

Laughing gas, as you’ve discovered, has a strange smell. It’s vaguely sweet, like Jamie had told you, but there’s also a distinctive metallic scent, and perhaps a hint of rubber. Though, maybe that’s the mask strapped over your nose.

“Is it kicking in yet?” He asks, setting something down on the tray out of your line of sight.

“I’m not sure. Maybe?” You say, leaning your head back against the headrest. “I feel… comfortable, I guess. As comfortable as I can right now, at least.”

“That’s good. It shouldn’t take much longer.” He assures you, then glances back at the door. “Just, uh, try not to flirt with Doctor Langford too much when he comes in here, okay?”

“I’m not planning on it.” You say, rolling your eyes. “I don’t want my new dentist to ban me. I’d like to come back for checkups later.”

Jamie rubs the back of his neck, “It's not that he'd be uncomfortable, I think… But, the poor guy gets flustered real easy, and--"

Behind him, the door opens and shuts effectively ending the conversation. You can’t turn your head much, but you can hear Jamie and Doctor Langford having a quiet conversation about your procedure. With a nod, and a "Be good!", Jamie takes a clipboard from Gabriel’s hands and walks out the door. Just like that, you’re alone with the dentist once more.

The stool beside you creaks as Gabriel gracefully lowers onto it. He addresses you gently, “As Jamie already explained, this is going to be quick and simple. After the local anesthetic kicks in, you may feel pressure, but you won’t feel any pain."

He leans forward slightly, catching your gaze. "... Jamie mentioned to me that you’ve been feeling some anxiety about your visit today, is that correct?”

You suck in a deep breath through your nose, and in an instant, a wave of something hits you. It isn’t quite the same sensation as you being high, really, this is more of an out-of-body experience.

Why were you even feeling anxious, anyway? “I was. But, I’m feeling much better now.” You reply, shrugging.

“Oh?" He tilts his head. The picture of innocent curiosity. "May I ask what helped you relax? Beside the nitrous oxide, of course.”

You rack your brain. Well, when he came in just now, you felt more excited than scared. So, you tell him, “You, actually.”

“... Well, thank you.” He grins, laughing kindly. “I have a few patients with dentophobia, and it seems to help them to talk with me before procedures. Would you prefer that we have some extra consultation time in the future? Assuming you need it, of course.”

As he speaks, your eyes shut for just a moment. That warm, comfortable sensation floats through you… As your eyes flutter back open, that open and honest expression on his face just makes you melt. Why were you even afraid of this guy, anyways?

“I don’t have dentophobia.”

“Oh? … Then, may I ask you what specifically had been bothering you?” He asks, resting his forearm against your armrest.

“I have…” You take another breath, trying to collect yourself enough to find the right words. “... um… I have a d-... dental fetish…?”

“... A dental what?” He asks incredulously, those beautiful eyes going wide in… amusement? “D-did I mishear you there, or--”

“No, I’m serious. I have a huge kink for dental-stuff. All kinds of medical stuff, really.” You blurt. He blinks, then leans his stubbly chin against his palm. Taking that as a sign to go on, you explain, “Y’know, examinations, bondage stuff, blood-play, injections, even roleplay… Oh! And doctors are just, like, really hot to me. I like a dad who knows his way around a person’s body, y'know... And the authority, Jesus Christ…”

While you ramble, the dentist moves from being surprised to intrigued. By the end of your confession, he’s fully settled in, and smiling broadly. “Very interesting. Should I assume you mean me, then?”

“Oh, definitely. You’re super my type.” You giggle, grinning right back at him. “Handsome, sweet, intimidating… And your coat looks great on you.”

“You really think so?”

You nod, and your eyes sluggishly slide over his broad torso. He follows the movement of your eyes, and the tips of his ears flush pink.

After a moment of consideration, the dentist rises to his feet and crosses to the door. You feel your heart drop as you assume the worst, but it picks right back up as you hear the lock click.

In a beat, he’s back at your side, now looming over you with a syringe from the tray. The needle is long, glinting in the light above you. You can’t see his face clearly through the glare, but you can tell he’s pulled his medical mask up.

“Open your mouth.”

Without a thought, you do. He cups your jaw with his free hand, sliding his latex-covered thumb over your front teeth. The digit glides over your saliva-slick gums, gently pushing up your lip over your molars.

“Hold still,” He warns, leaning in close as he slides the cold steel into your gums and injects you with… something. After an uncomfortable pinch, he pulls the needle out and massages the area with his thumb again. You whine softly, tasting a hint of blood.

“That was good. You did well.” He murmurs. The praise warms your chest, making you feel more bold. As the pad of his thumb grazes the crown of your teeth, you lick the exposed back of his finger. Even through the shadows, you can see his eyebrows raise in surprise.

With a clatter, he drops the syringe back onto the tray and swings one slender leg over to the other side of your chair. His weight settles against you. He’s heavy, but not more than you can accept on your lap. As you rest your hands on his coat-covered hips, he forces your attention back to your mouth as he presses two fingers against your tongue. Reflexively, you close your mouth and begin to suck on him.

Gabriel made a noise deep in his throat, somewhere between satisfaction and amusement. “... Good boy. You're a wonderful patient.” He purrs quietly, rubbing your cheek with his free-hand.

As you work your tongue against him, you can feel him subtly grinding himself against your abdomen. Cheekily, you slide your hand down his stomach and press your palm against the growing bulge in his pants. In an instant, his hand grabs your wrist and presses it firmly against the armrest.

“Ah-ah." He scolds, a playfully cruel tone in his voice. "This is your appointment. We will be keeping our focus on you… For the moment."

“If you insist.” You mumble around his fingers. He takes them out of your mouth, and skillfully fastens a strap around each of your wrists. As you try to lift your arms, you find them both completely immobilized. Combined with the mask still pumping calming gas into your lungs, you find that your upper body is entirely at his mercy.

"You'll be a good patient for me, won't you?" He asks, his fingers caressing your jaw. You try to nod, but his hold on your jaw forces you to remain looking up at him. "Use your words."

"Y-yes, Doctor." You stammer. Your tongue feels sluggish in your mouth, slurring your speech.

"Very good." He smiles beneath his mask. Your heart stutters in your chest as he plucks a tool off of the tray. His thumb flips a switch, and a soft whir fills the room. He presses the end of the tool to your chest, and for a terrifying moment, you think he's trying to drill through your ribs. But, as a deep buzz resonates along your skin, you recognize it as the same type of brush that Jamie had used to clean your teeth. As he traces along your torso, you find the vibration to be powerful and surprisingly pleasant.

"Now, you'll need to be mindful of the other patients. If they hear someone in distress in my clinic…" He warns, slowly moving the tool lower. Over your stomach, and the waistband of your pants… "It wouldn't be good for business."

You roll your hips under him, subtly presenting yourself. "I'll be quiet. I promise."

He nods, satisfied with your response. Then, he presses the smooth back of the brush head where you'd been hoping he would.

With a sharp gasp, you strain against your restraints. With your pants acting as a buffer, the vibration borders between not quite enough and just right. You have to fight to keep still enough for him to keep the pressure where you want it.

As you swallow back the tiny noises of pleasure that keep rising from your throat, Doctor Langford's attention is completely focused on you. As a particularly strong jolt passes through your body, he carefully tucks a loose strand of hair back behind your ear. Even as you come undone before him, he's still keeping you together.

"... Even through the fabric, you're still responding that strongly?" He clicks his tongue in mock disapproving. "Perhaps you need more anesthetic."

"No, no, please--" You choke out as he withdraws the brush. His pale eyes lock onto yours, urging you to go on. With a hint of desperation, you plead, "I-I want more… Please, keep going?"

"Well… Since you asked so nicely. We will need to get on with your procedure eventually, though." He heaves an exaggerated sigh, then pushes the buzzing tool back against your sensitivity.

This time, you're braced for it. You bite back a moan, and you can see him searching your flushed face. While your hips grind back against the tool, he palms himself idly through his dress pants.

The combination of your dreamy high and the overwhelming stimulation puts your mind in a fog that you can't fathom a world outside of. That's probably why it takes you a moment to register Gabriel's voice as it filters through the haze in your head.

"... still numb?"

"Mmmsorry, what?" You mumble, shaking your head quickly.

Gabriel laughs quietly, adjusting his grip as he repeats, "Is your mouth still numb?"

You prod the injection site with your tongue, then report, "Yeah, almost… um, half of my mouth is completely…. numb… Mmh..."

"Perfect. Could you hold this for me?" He asks, pointing at the still-buzzing tool pressed into your sensitivity.

You roll your eyes at him, nodding toward your fingers drumming loudly on the armrests.

"Oh! How silly of me." He asks with a dry laugh. Then, he easily unbuttons your pants. "How about we try this, then?"

Before you can respond, he slips the tool down the front of your pants. The tight fabric holds the tool against your skin, and with just a slight tilt, it finds your--

"Pfthfucking Christ, OKAY!!" You cry, body shivering as your hips instinctively raise off the plastic-covered chair.

"Too much?" The doctor asks, watching you squirm with obvious amusement.

"Nnnnhhh~, um, no, I mean, it's-- oh fucking fuckfuckfuck, leave it!" You pant, biting your tongue to keep yourself quiet. If the sensation was bordering on perfection before, then this toed the line of too much. But, as your body adjusts to the buzzing, it quickly turns into delicious overstimulation.

Again, Gabriel grabs your jaw, forcing you to look up at him once more. You can barely keep your eyes on his. Your body wants to close your eyes and get swallowed up by the climax slowly building in your stomach, but the rush that his gaze gives you is too wonderful to give up.

For a moment, a silvery glint catches your eye, but his fingers dig into your soft skin. "Look at me." He growls, pressing a thumb to your lips once more, "And open wide."

Eagerly, you do as he commands. You expect to feel his finger run against your tongue, but instead, he yanks your jaw down lower. Your mouth is open as wide as you can hold it, and you just hope that you won't start to drool.

His other hand flits through the corner of your vision, but through the laughing-gas mask, you don't have a clue what he's holding. Something metallic… Another tool.

Cold metal brushes the warmth of your cheek, exposing the numb side of your mouth. Then, there's pressure on one of your molars. The one with the cavity, you think.

"Keep your eyes on me, darling." Gabriel says, a slightly husky edge to his tone. He's leaning in closer now, and you can see how flushed he is under his mask. With your pulse pounding in your ears, you realize how obviously drunk he is on your mutual arousal.

Something pops. Pressure releases in your mouth. You don't feel any pain, but you taste iron.

With a grin, Gabriel pulls down his mask and holds up the molar he just pulled from your skull.

All at once, he tugs your own mask up and off over your head, then closes the distance between the two of you. The dentist kisses you, deep and hungry. You can taste him; his mouth is clean and cool, and the rich warmth of your own blood coats both of your tongues. His gloved hands are all over you, running up your arms and over your chest, tugging at your shirt, then up your neck and into your hair.

And all the while, the buzzing between your legs pushes you closer and closer. When Gabriel finally pulls away, he's breathing harder than you are. His hands fumble clumsily with his belt, before he shakily unzips his pants. In seconds, he's holding himself in hand and stroking with an obvious goal in mind.

Yours hands, still bound, grip the armrests so hard that you're sure the nail marks will never come out. Blood drips down your chin steadily, soaking into the front of your shirt. Doctor Langford's mouth is smeared with red, as are his gloves.

His tongue darting out to taste what's left of you on his lips. He breathes, "You look gorgeous. You're about to cum, aren't you?"

All you can do is nod frantically. You're almost there; your legs are tensed and your hips shiver with anticipation. Just a few more seconds…

With a gasp, Gabriel braces himself with one hand on your headrest. Just as you slip over the edge into a shaking, cursing orgasm, he brings himself to completion on your torso. If you had more presence of mind, you'd be upset at how many fluids have soaked into your shirt. But, as your eyes squeeze shut under the intensity of your pleasure, you don't have a care in the world.

As your own cries of ecstasy die off, you can hear Gabriel panting hard against your neck. Your whole body glows with endorphins, urging you to keep your eyes shut and ride it out.

After a few moments, the dentist's weight shifts, and buzzing between your legs slows to a stop. The pressure on your wrists releases, and the tall man climbs off of your lap.

The stool to your right squeaks as his weight settles into it. You take in a slow, deep breath, and your mental fog seems to lift. Suddenly, everything feels heavy… Distantly, you hear your name being called...

Slowly, begrudgingly, you open your eyes to see Jamie sitting beside you.

"... Wh-... Um. How long were you--?" You squeak, quickly sitting bolt upright and moving to pull the tool out of your--...

The coy grin plastered on Jamie's face doesn't fade as he asks, "Have a good nap, kid?"

There's nothing there. Well, not nothing, but there's certainly no dental tools in your pants. Confused, you touch your mouth. You're still a bit numb, but you're not missing any teeth, and there's no blood. Your clothes are as clean as when you came in, and there's no sign of Doctor Langford.

Jamie clears his throat to stifle a giggle, then goes on. "Your filling went well. You must have fallen asleep pretty early in, since you were out cold by the time I came back."

Your face is burning. Was all of that a dream? You don't remember falling asleep… And, if the wet mess in your pants is anything to go off of, you know that something happened. ...At least in your mind.

"... Um. Did I… say anything stupid?" You ask sheepishly, massaging the numb portion of your face idly.

"Not as far as I know. Doctor Langford said you were a perfect patient." Jamie snorted, turning to the counter to staple together a freshly-printed packet of aftercare information. "He did want me to ask, did you feel any discomfort while you were asleep?"

"N-... no?"

"Oh. M'kay. He mentioned that you got kinda… squirmy… Y'know, when he turned on the drill." Jamie says with an audible smirk. "... He said he hopes that your dentophobia hasn't given you a poor impression of him."

You can't even think of a response that won't damn you to a deeper layer of hell. Either you had a wet dream in front of your dreamy new dentist, or…

"Anyways… You do need to come back for a follow-up appointment soon. Your wisdom teeth gotta be taken care of, ASAP." He says, turning back around and handing you the packet. "Wanna schedule that now?"

You hesitate, tapping the papers against the armrest. Part of you wants to flee the country and never speak the word teeth again. But… Then again… Would it really be the worst thing in the world to see him again?

With a coy grin to match Jamie's, you finally reply, "... What's the earliest you can get me in?"

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rachywritessomething · 4 years ago

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Part 2

It took the better part of the day before anyone ventured deep into the cavern, and after that, it took a week still before the excavators felt more than visceral disgust when she was around. As such, she took to the outskirts of the digging site and waited there, closer to the camp where the women and children of the workers hung about, cooking, preparing tents, complaining about the heat.

Even as something close to a woman, Sava was no more welcomed by these sorts than the men who were intimidated by her. So again, she kept her distance and mostly watched, trying to maintain her hold on her newfound memory as she did so, committing faces and voices to mind to really make herself think.

It was a fascinating sensation.

The exercise was not, however, enough to completely distract her from the strange words of the monster in the cavern. The more she thought about the terrible existence between life and death and those simple proclamations, the more she felt an odd sense of fear, as if she knew what the rotting thing had been talking about.

By the time the sun was gone, most everyone had already cleared from the oasis not too far from camp, so Sava gathered her things and walked there to rest under the stars where it was cool and quiet. She had not yet figured out sleeping, but she was sure she was on the cusp. Something told her that when she would finally get it, holding memories would come much more naturally. Who knew, perhaps the people would be less frightened of her if she could sleep like they did. She did wonder what it was like to dream…

But this evening she was not alone. An elf sat perched on one of the rocks as his flock of sheep milled around the water, drinking and eating the plants on the bank. His head was wrapped in a cloth of many, woven colors, and he wore a robe that would have protected him from the harsh rays of the sun. Sava did not know many elves; Leo avoided them as much as he could so she did not have much of an opportunity to meet them. They were, however, uninclined to show her any more grace than the people she did find herself surrounded by.

This one, however, watched her with his black eyes in a way that Leo would study the great elephants or the dragon eggs in markets. He did not bother to redirect his sheep at all as they were all drawn to the water, so he just kept staring with great intrigue.

Sava did not pay him mind. She dropped her pack and walked to the edge of the bank, mindful of the sheep, to fill her canteen. The dry air was enough to make even her sweat in the heat of the day, so she found that she was drinking in excess.

“You’re an interesting creature,” the elf remarked, leaning on his hook and narrowing his eyes as if to get a close look. “Not something made by nature or the star of fire?”

Sava was not sure what he meant by the star of fire, but she was sure his assumption was correct. “I was made by a man,” she said truthfully. It was not from memory she knew this, but with the same kind of instinct that kept her breathing and blinking without having to think about it. “Generations ago in the underground, not that I remember.”

“You’re old then?”

She shook her head. “No. My mind isn’t.”

The elf smiled at her answer and climbed down the rock, walking to her side. He crouched beside her, peered into her eyes, and again smiled as if he had heard something funny. “I don’t think you are where you belong.”

Sava tilted her head thoughtfully even though she was unsure if she could derive much thought from his statement. Only a question. “Where do I belong?”

“I wouldn’t know,” the elf chuckled. “I don’t even know what you are. What I do know is that we are not meant to mingle with our makers. Our gods.”

“Why is that?”

“We will never be equal.” He pointed back to the camp. “You see these men. You say you are made by them. That means you cannot be one of them. If you are their lesser, they will beat you down because they can. If you are their better, they will beat you down so you’ll never find out.” He opened his hands and grinned. “So you do not belong with them.”

“Which am I?” The people Sava was around had always commended the wisdom of elves so it only seemed natural to ask.

He shook his head though. “It does not matter.”

Sava was sure that if she had enough time to think on that she would be able to figure out why it did not matter. She smiled and capped her canteen. “I’ve never been alone before.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“It is.” She nodded to the camp. “I don’t know a lot but I’m sure I’ve always been with Leo’s kin. His ancestor was the one who made me, named me, and gave me a meaning.”

“And what meaning is that?”

In her mind, she saw blood, heard screams, and smelled the familiar reek of death. “I don’t remember that much,” she lied. She was reminded of her purpose and did not want to scare this elf away by admitting to it. He was being kind and it was such a rare thing to encounter. It made her feel… warmer. As if her heart could push more blood through her body.

“Perhaps then it wasn’t a very interesting meaning,” the elf suggested. He stood back up and used his hook to guide the sheep away from the pool. “Perhaps if you’ve been around that long, it is time for something different, away from your gods.”

“I think my gods are everywhere.”

The elf tapped his chin and peered at camp for a moment. “Then not these ones at the very least. You should wander around my kin, the ones blessed by the star of fire.”

Sava thought with near certainty that she should not. But then again, this kind encounter was her first one when she was not also in the company of Leo or one from his bloodline. Perhaps being away from them, the makers of the underground and their descendants, would make it easier to be around the above-grounders.

“Can I call you a friend?” Sava asked the elf before he could turn away.

He paused, smiled, and then let out a short laugh. “I don’t know you well enough to be your friend.”

“What do you need to know?”

Once again, she had managed to render him curious. She swore the tips of his ears even shifted a little from behind his black hair. “A name,” he suggested.

“Sava.” It was interesting to give her name away so freely, almost defiant.

“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sava,” he said, very sure of himself. “I am Gamende of the Temple of Akdohr. If you are ever in need of a sanctuary, you may find one with us.” He reached into his shirt and withdrew a pendant hanging around his neck.

Sava took it as he offered it to her, realizing the pendant had been made from a very small turtle shell, carved with runes she could not begin to decipher. “Is this magic?”

Gamende chuckled and shook his head. “No. I would not share the magic of the temple to an outsider. Even a friend. That is simply proof that you are my friend. A key to enter if you will.” He tilted his head. “Just don’t try using it to open any doors. It won’t work.”

Sava nodded seriously. “I’ll try to remember that.”

The shepherd inclined his head respectfully and guided his sheep from the water once more. “Take care of yourself, Sava. And consider what I said. If for no other reason than to consider the advice of a stranger. I take it you do not get a lot.”

Sava watched the elf leave, mumbling his name under her breath a few times so she would remember it. Something told her that she would, perhaps even better than the rotting thing in the caverns of the excavation site. Brother…

No, if anything she would like to think of Gamende of the Temple of Akdohr as a brother, if only for a moment. He was a friend, the only one she ever had, she suspected. Friends, as she understood them, gave good advice and gifts, not orders.

The warm feeling filled her again and she hung the leather cord with the turtle shell on it around her neck. She looked down at it where it rested over her stained tunic, then decided to tuck it inside her shirt where it would not be seen. A friend, a gift, and now a secret, all in one evening.

Sava sat by the water for a little while, repeating the name over and over in her mind until it was as surely imprinted there as her own, unable to help her smiling or the lingering warmth inside her. Perhaps it was a spell, perhaps Gamende had lied and the pendant really was magic in that it made her feel… good. Not that she would complain.

When the world had turned dark enough for the stars to shine with their vigor, Sava rose, dusted her trousers, and gathered her belongings. She was, for the first time, sure that she wanted to do something. Rather than walk back to the campsite, she studied the stars for a moment to make sure she could follow their direction, and began to walk north.

She would try to sleep another night but for now, she wanted to abandon her gods.

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dirt-cup-draco · 5 years ago

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Thorin x Reader- Stranger (2/2)

Part 1----> Ta Da Previously:

“Goodbye Thorin,” You gave your farewell. You couldn’t run after his bait anymore. But more than that, you couldn’t handle the conviction of his words. I do not need you.

“There is no use in wishing a stranger goodbye,” And with that, you knew you had lost Thorin to a fate worse than death, your memory of him shattered and reflecting a far crueler image than the one you had loved.

You packed your bags that night despite the begging of your friends. After all, there was no use in staying for someone you didn’t know anymore.

You growled in frustration, rubbing at a stain that had become a part of the splintered bar top in front of you. The ale had stained the wood a dreary color that stood out against the rest of the polished tables that you had already gotten to. Doors had closed an hour ago and the sun was creeping up in the sky steadily. You had been handling the night shift, travelers coming from far to stay at any inn they came upon, and now it was your duty to clean before dinner began that night. You were busiest when the moon was at it’s highest point in the sky.

“You’re going to rub the poor counter into dust if you keep going at it like that,” Came the charming voice of your employer. He was a handsome human, one that hadn’t asked questions when you had arrived at the inn one late night, eyes puffy and red from tears, and asked if he had an opening. Within a week, you had lodging in one of his free rooms and you were working every night. After being removed from the life you had known you felt like you had been drowning and he had tossed you a line, pulling you back to steady land.

“Njal, I suspected you to be with one of the working women,” You said in surprise, usually the man’s large build and easy charm had him sharing someone’s bed for the night. Oftentimes you didn’t see him until the crowds piled in, demanding a warm hearth to rest their feet in front of and barrels of ale.

“Why lay with a woman I do not know when I can be in the company of a beautiful woman I do know?” He flirted easily, flashing his teeth and sending you a wink. You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips as your stomach did little flips. Njal was attractive, and kind. You found yourself wishing that you could share the affection he had for you but every time you entertained it, a deep guilt ate at your stomach until you felt sick.

Njal had blue eyes, as clear and beautiful as the sky on a cloudless summer day. His sandy blonde curls sat atop his head, cropped short around his ears. He was handsome, but you couldn’t help but nitpick. His eyes weren’t like the color of the sky during a storm, deep and dark and so gorgeous you felt rocked to your core. His hair wasn’t unruly and long with braids that told of history and triumph and ancestors. He was handsome but the main factor simply happened to be that he wasn’t Thorin.

You pretended to look around the inn, a sly smile on your lips that you hoped was closer to that of a mother scolding her child. Njal was near your age but he appeared to be incredibly weightless, no burdens and loss had weighed him down yet. He was a good looking man with a successful inn and nothing could bring him down. You on the other hand felt the weight of the world bearing down on you more and more with each rise and fall of the sun. “I don’t see anyone else here, have you been drinking on the job again?”

“Forever a tease,” Njal groaned dramatically as you polished the glasses. He took a seat across from you, the bar acting as the physical barrier that aloud you to converse easily. You didn’t do well when Njal touched you. It was always warm and welcome, something you could get used to but something you could never get used to. You wouldn’t allow yourself to. You loved Thorin and he may be a stranger now but one day he would wake up and remember himself and he’d come for you, you wouldn’t move on.

“Who is he?” Njal’s voice softened, his form hunched over to appear smaller. You knew he did it to help put you at ease. His size could be intimidating even if you knew him to be a teddy bear.

“Pardon?” You paled, forcing iron support into your voice as your knees shook behind the counter.

“Who is the man that damaged your heart so badly that I can’t see anything other than pain in your eyes when I look at you?”

“He is no man,” You laughed mirthlessly, flashing Njal a sad smile as you set another glass down. Rounding the bar top you sat beside him, a pitying smile curling the edge of his mouth up. “How did you know?”

“I’m no stranger to heartbreak,”

“You seem to fall in love with a new stranger every day,” You teased, hardly believing that the cheerful man before you could know of the constant ache your heart possessed.

“Which means that I lose someone I love every day,” He shot back but he was smiling gently and it warmed you from head to toe. Njal was a good man and you would be glad for the day that someone made an honest man of him. “But what was he if he was no man?”

“A dwarf,” You mused. “A stubborn, infuriating, courageous fool that I will love until the sun burns out,”

“He does not feel the same?” Njal pondered, trying to piece together your painful history.

You took a steadying breath, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. “I lost him to illness, but my feelings have not changed once,” You knew Njal would presume your dear Thorin dead, and some days you did as well, but it was a sickness of the mind and not of the body. Lost in thought, Njal let you remain there as he finished cleaning the glasses.

The battle had been won. Thorin Oakenshield and his company, give or take five-hundred dwarves, two-hundred Lake men, and a thousand elves, had held steadfast against the orcs, wargs and goblins. Many had been lost and when Thorin looked out over the battlefield, corpses speckling the earth in a wide range of wreckage and slaughter. Suddenly, his empire didn’t seem so grand. It was a victory in many ways, he had back the home of his ancestors and the glory that came with it, but how could you compare that to the lives of the soldiers who had fought beside him,the ones who had fought for him?

Balin had rounded up the company, and Thorin’s knees grew weak at the sight of his nephews. Blood stained and eyes closed tight, they leaned against each other for support. “Fili, Kili,” His voice came out gruff but it came from the surge of emotion that rippled through his chest.

The boys opened their eyes, the usual brightness dimmed by what had taken place. They seemed to understand the violent emotion surging up in their uncle because they stood on protesting limbs, rushing forward to embrace the man they had followed without question. They had turn into strong and able dwarves right before his eyes and he couldn’t be more proud.

“Let us tend to our wounded and rest, we will celebrate in the days to come,” Thorin instructed. Dwalin was being kept upright by Balin and looked as if he would collapse with one more step, ever the valiant warrior he was the first one to step towards the lonely mountain. Oin, Gloin, Bofur and Bombur all trailed after, bowing their heads in regards to their King. Ori, Nori, Dori and Bifur talked amongst themselves, eyeing those they recognized as they sent up silent prayers. Bofur remained beside the young princes as they took everything in.

Thorin wandered on his own, mind slowing down. Now that the threats were gone it seemed that another danger had made itself present. His own thoughts were peaking up from where they had taken refuge as his battle instincts had taken over hours before. The memories of battle faded as he walked past the wounded and the resting, the stone pillars bore down on him as he made his way to his bedroom.

No candles were lit, the hearth empty. The cold of night began to creep in and he sighed. He could very well light the candles and start a fire but without you there, he knew he wouldn’t feel any of the warmth. Nothing could ease his aching bones and wild mind quite like you could, What was he to do when you were absent and the cause behind his crazed thoughts?

“You could go to her,” Came Fili’s voice and Thorin realized too late that he had failed to close the door after entering his room. His heir was leaning against the frame, appraising him with a wisdom that Thorin hadn’t seen before.

“It would be no use, she left without telling me her whereabouts,” Thorin sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed as his legs gave out from underneath him. The thought of never seeing you again, not knowing if you were okay, was steadily killing him and he was far too exhausted to linger on such things.

A yellowed envelope appeared, pinched between Fili’s fingers as he waved it tauntingly at his uncle. Your inky scrawl spelled out his nephew’s name and Thorin’s heart panged with a deep jealousy. “It arrived two days ago. Read it,” Commanded Fili with a stern tone that Thorin realized the young man had gotten from him. He would make a king of him yet.

“I-I... It is not my business-” Thorin dropped his heavy coat from his shoulders, dropping his head in his hands. News of you, words of your safety straight from your hand written on a letter that was less than three steps away from him. And yet, he remained seated. He went into battle fearlessly but he was a coward when it came to you.

“She is your one,” Fili pointed out, “Will you leave her on her own when you could offer her the world?”

“You know as well as I that Y/N can take the world for herself...”

“I am not saying she is weak uncle, I am simply saying that you two are stronger together,”

“Yet I turned her away when I was at my weakest,” Thorin muttered, a bitter taste in his mouth. “After all that has been said and done, what makes you think that she could come back to me?”

“She speaks of you,” Fili shrugged, strolling into the room and placing the letter he had received on his uncles desk. “And they are not the words of a woman scorned, they are the words of a woman in love. Don’t let your pride get in the way this time Uncle,”

Thorin rested his chin on the peaks of his fingertips, eyes burning a hole into the opened letter. Torn between opening it and leaving it there, Thorin couldn’t fall back onto his bed and sleep. It would be a long night.

“Njal!” You hollered, hand on your hip as you balanced a tray full of ale above your head as people moved about you and chatter buzzed about the room. “Get that poor girl out here or you’ll have a trampled employee!”

You watched as your employer pulled away from the young waitress he had hired the day before, she had already fallen victim to his charms and he had her pressed against the wall near the staircase, his lips glued to hers and her hands threaded in his curls. You rolled your eyes but fought off a smile, something told you that Njal had finally found someone special. Weeks had passed since your conversation and you were glad to see him with someone you hoped would care for his heart.

The girl, Sigrid, joined you with an apologetic smile and cheeks burning red. “Sorry, miss,”

“It’s quite alright-” You began but the doors to the inn opened and your eyes naturally followed the creak of the door that meant more patrons. You were about to groan in thinly veiled frustration but the breath was stolen from your lungs as a familiar form stood in the entrance, cloak drawn up over his head but eyes burning within the shadows.

You could feel Sigrid’s eyes following you but the volume of the room vanished, your heart bursting and blood pounding in your ears. The tray grew unstable in your hand, limbs weak as it tumbled, glasses tumbling to the floor. Njal weaved through the crowd, confusion knitting his eyebrows to the wrinkled space between his eyes. “Y/N?” He asked, a concerned lilt to his voice as you stood unmoving, the figure in the entrance not having budged. Njal shook your shoulder, trying to draw your attention to him.

“Lets get you out of the heat, love” Sigrid cooed, having abandoned her job for the moment as both she and Njal tried to lead you away. You shook free from their grasp and you shoved through the throngs of people.

“You son of a bitch!” You cried out, stalking towards Thorin who stood with a stony expression. For a moment, he feared you would strike him. Yet you stumbled on your last step, the weight of all you had been put through crushing you as you fell into his waiting arms.

Thorin used your momentum to pull his cloak around your quaking shoulders. Your body was limp in his hands but you wrapped your arms tight around his neck, pulling him tighter against you when he had believed you would shove him away, spit at him, scream, anything other than hug him back. “I know darling, I know,” He cooed and he felt your tears hot against his tunic.

“I’ve been waiting for so long,” You choked out, fingers tugging at his hair. If it hurt, Thorin didn’t say anything.

“I’m here now,” Was all he could think to say.

“This is him then?” Came a disruptive voice and Thorin nearly drew his sword.

You were steadily pulling away, untangling yourself from Thorin’s longing embrace. This had been the moment you had been waiting for and yet you were ending it too soon because of another man’s voice. Had you found someone else? He had left the day after his conversation with Fili but it had taken him weeks to arrive to the inn you had mentioned in your letter.

“Yes,” You laughed gently, the back of your head bobbing up and down in agreement.

“He came as you said he would,” The large human man smiled, pressing a too familiar kiss to your cheek and Thorin scowled, stepping forward in a show of possessiveness. He had lost you, pushed you away, and now he never wanted to let go or lose sight of you.

“Easy boy,” You sniffled, looking over your shoulder to give Thorin a smile. It was the first one that had reached your eyes since arriving in Erebor. “This is Njal,”

“I read of him,” Thorin nodded, finding your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. “Thank you,” Thorin finally addressed Njal, somewhat hesitantly, hand stretched forward in gratitude.

“No need for thanks,” Njal chuckled good-naturedly. “I’d be in all sorts of trouble with Y/N here, best waitress I’ve ever had,”

You flushed a deep red.

“Can I convince you to stay?” Njal teased but you could tell by the saddened smile he gave you that he was preparing to say goodbye. You were now tucked neatly against Thorin’s side and you were automatically relaxing, he felt like home and you were so very homesick. It took some effort to reach out and squeeze Njal’s hand as you looked to Thorin for confirmation.

“I think it’s time for me to go home,” You teared up and Njal fought his own emotions as Sigrid rubbed his bicep comfortingly while the rest of the inn buzzed around you.

You went to the room in which you had been staying, Thorin following a couple minutes later. “What did he say?” You asked over your shoulder as you tossed dresses and shawls into the singular bag you had taken when you had left your dwarf.

“That I am a dead dwarf if you ever show up at his inn again with tears in your eyes,” Thorin mused, grabbing a knickknack you had received from a happy go lucky patron some odd days ago. A clear stone, maybe a jem of some sort but nothing rare, that reflected the sun’s rays across your bedroom in fanficul patterns.

“I hope to visit, but I doubt that it will every be under the same circumstances from whence I arrived,” There was a question that settled between you and Thorin and he wasn’t foolish enough to miss it. Will this ever happen again? Can I trust that you are the dwarf I promised myself to?

Thorin settled his hands on you hips, stealing your attention away as he brushed his lips feather-light against your temple. “I too doubt that. Now let us go home , kidhuzurâl,” My mind and heart are clear and never again will I abandon you, my golden one.

You two would have the weeks long trip to fall in love again, to fight and to cry, to ask all the questions that had plagued you since parting, and to remember why you never wanted to part again. Despite what was bound to come, you looked into Thorin’s familiar and loving eyes.

The ill stranger that had taken root in his mind was gone. Finally, you were home.

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penny-beee · 4 years ago

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You’ll Never Be My Equal

Summary.

Circe the Goddess of Sorcery had grown to the Loki - he was everything she used to be. After the battle of New York, maybe a spark starts to emit?

Disclaimer.

This is the prologue so this is all during the New York battle.

Word Count.

1982k

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Alone, I sat peacefully in my castle just as I did every night. I had grown tired of my lonesome island - no longer forced or banished I’d occasionally make my way to near by countries and walk around. Examine the people that had taken over Earth - so sensitive and weak they were. I rubbed my forehead vigorously to belittle the new coming headache. No such luck - I sauntered over to my bed chambers. The enormous stack of pillows and blankets engulfing my slender body - I breathed in fully - letting the warmth hug me.

I awoke abruptly, jumping from where I laid. I could feel the fading familiarity of a presence radiate through my body. Someone was here, in the castle. I swung my feet over the edge of my bed and stood gracefully. My hands rested besides my hips - waiting for someone to come around the corner.

The smell of fresh dew filled my nostrils - Gaia. The mother of all life, the mother of Earth. Gaia slowly made her way in front of my face, she exuded a fresh and warming energy. Her smile always bringing joy to myself.

“Gaia, so lovely to see you.” I gushed, wrapping my arms around my great grandmother.

“Hello, Circe - I see you’ve been busy.” She chuckles as she gazes over at my messy enchantment table.

“If I grow rusty I can’t assist you or Zeus.”

“I am glad to see you’re still practicing and growing, I on the other hand have grown weary and need your help.” My grandmother paused on her words as she paced slowly around my chambers; head hung low. “I fear we will have an attack soon - I can hear the whispers, the air is changing. I want to send you and Athena to where my suspicions lie but I fear for now you will have to do this on your own.” Her voice was heavy - I could read from the atmosphere she was afraid for her home.

“When do you need me to leave?”

“Right now, New York City, New York. Stark Tower.”

I placed my hand gently on her shoulder, giving her a welcomed smile. “I’ll get ready and be out before Zeus can say lightning.”

With that, Gaia vanished - a few yellow daisies falling onto the spot where she stood. A part of me was excited - the first real reason to leave the castle in about 90 years. Another part of me was in anguish at my grandmothers heavy heart - she of course struggled before. The last time she called upon me was when Hitler was around - Athena, Nike, Hercules and myself to save the planet from total destruction.

I sighed, running a hand through my brown locks. I slipped into my navy blue peplos and flipped my leather wrist guards and sandals onto my body. Athena always showed up in the most heavily dressed armor - I’d sniffle at her as she’d oddly struggle at times to move around. I on the other hand dressed light, unlike other peplos mine was chiffon. The navy blue fabric only cinched at my waist and flowed around my legs - helping allude of a bigger frame. Hand to hand combat meant lots of large movements - meaning a larger dress was preferable. My hair was always kept down and long to protect my neck and head - feet bare in the old times but as humans grew more disgusting I now adorned leather sandals.

A cheeky smile crept onto my face as I remembered my old crown - bestowed after the Battle of the Americas. Zeus mended a crown of Vibranium for me, a gift for my newfound bravery and loyalty to him. I placed the intricate award on my head. Oh the rush before conjuring magic never grew old - as if an old friend had visited me. Circling my hands slowly in front of my body I swung them apart and slipped into the cracks of the realms. In a split second I was at the given location.

A man made of metal fell from the sky - landing on a circular pad. As his face uncovered, he was older - perfectly manicured facial hair and crows feet around his eyes. Stepping from the darkness - I made my presence known. His now average clothed body jumping at the sound of my feet. His eyes narrowed curiously.

“Who are you and why are you on my patio?” He questioned inquisitively.

“I am Circe, Goddess of Sorcery. I was sent here by Gaia to help save the planet.” My voice boomed as I stepped closer to the tiny human. My figure taller for the intimidation.

“Circe.. Circe. Where have I heard that name?” He paused, scratching his beard. “Oh! You’re a Greek goddess!” He eyes were unreadable - he wasn’t excited but he wasn’t upset. “The mythological Norse Gods are real so of course the ancient Greek Gods are as well. Doy.” He slightly slapped his forehead in disbelief.

“I got word of a threat coming to New York to destroy the planet. I am here to help. Athena was unable to join us.”

“What about Zeus? The bug guy available?” He laughed at his joke - a small rage boiling inside of my stomach.

In a split second I was towering over him - my body now a few feet taller than before. I held my staff tightly in my palm. “Don’t ever mock Zeus, again. If anything we can watch you all burn.” I spat.

“You don’t get out much, do you?” He waved his head from side to side in disbelief as he made his way inside of the shiny tower.

“Pep. We have a visitor.” He called out to the woman sitting at the black leather couch.

The room was enormous - vastly different from what I’d grown to love at home.

“We have two then, Coulson is coming up.” This ‘Pep’ spoke, she stood her body up and walked over to my now “average” sized one. “Nice to meet you, I’m Pepper Potts. You are?”

“I am Circe - Goddess of Sorcery. Daughter of Hecate.” I informed - her eyes grew as she realized. This was going to grow old fast.

The world wasn't ever going to be ready for mass destruction - it wasn’t a thousand years ago and it wasn’t now. Gaia knew that - she of all people wasn’t going to let go of her beloved world, even if they spat at her. I had met about everyone on the “team” as they called it - every introduction earning large eyes and an awkward silence. Fury was the most surprised out of them all - he stayed silent the longest.

Banner was alerted and got a hit on this ‘Loki’ in Germany - once again I had to save the country from a man that saw himself above everyone else. Ironic as my beloved friend Zeus was the same way. Rogers spoke up to volunteer to bring Loki in. We made our way to the city in Germany - the commotion had already begun. Loki was standing above a crowd of innocent faces - an elderly man was the last to kneel - speaking words of wisdom to the fallen Asgardian.

Rogers threw his shield at the puny god causing him to topple at the sudden impact. The crowd scattered away to safety. The two fought vigorously for a few moments as I waited in the shadows. Stark had originally planned to make an entrance if things went dark - but I offered to prove my loyalty just as I had for Zeus and Athena all those years before. As Rogers fell to the ground, I stepped out of the shadows. My staff in my palm tightly as I stomped entrancingly towards the men. A smirk grew on the tricksters face - unknowing of who he’d have to deal with.

“And who is this newbie?” His voice was rough and edged - he was cocky.

Again I had to introduce myself. “I am Circe, Goddess of Sorcery. Daughter of Hecate.” My voice boomed as my height grew. In a matter of seconds I was a tower over the small god.

“Circe. As in villain turned Olympian? You all had fallen?” He dropped the scepter and two daggers flew from his hands - his cocky grin once again appearing on his pale face. “Never mind that.”

His body lunged at mine, but as soon as he came into a close range my hand flickered up and threw a wall in front of his figure. He was stuck - his fists pounded at the shield. I shut my hand into a fist - a smirk now growing on my own face as the shield wrapped around his body tightly. The thought of turning him into a creature crossed my mind - but I had recovered from my old and cruel ways. I shrunk back down and carried him over to the jet. He had no chance.

The metal bird held us up in the sky, I sat across from Loki. His gaze bore into my soul as he thought. His eyes furrowed - lips tight, as if he was trying to connect the dots.

“Who sent you, we thought the Olympians were fallen.” He questioned, he was confused.

“Gaia - or as the humans would call her Mother Earth. She fears your path will destroy her.” I stood and gazed down on the man. “To us, you’re just a man. You’ve already lost Loki.” A jolt to the jet startled the crew.

Lightning broke and cackled through the night sky - Thor or Zeus had a temper tonight. Tony peered over at Loki.

“What’s the matter, afraid of a little lightning?” He chortled.

“I’m not too fond of what comes after.” Loki admitted.

A sudden crash erupted from the ceiling, someone was on the roof. The jets loading door flew open, a man - an old friend - Thor landing. The wind thrusted around, the mortals growing uneasy. Thor came to grab Loki - before I could manage to stop Thor they were gone. Tony gave me a ‘what just happened’ look before I vanished.

The realm allowed me to slip right between the two ‘Gods’ my dagger at Thor’s throat. “He’s ours.” I threatened, the sharp weapon almost piercing his skin.

“Loki will pay for his crimes on Asgard, witch.” His voice cold.

“I am no witch.”

“I wouldn’t taunt her if I were you.” Loki spoke up to protect his brother.

My eyes narrowed as I shoved Thor back. His hammer crashing down to wack me, I reached up and held it tightly. A look of awe and worry. I trickled my hands up to his temples - his bright blues rolling back as I casted his soul into a dream. Beer and mead satisfied his burdened heart. He was tired - struggling with the needs of the throne. As I searched his emotions and heart - he was good. Worthy. I pulled him out of it and stepped back from him.

His eyes glazed over as he came to be. “Circe? We thought you all had fallen.” His tone was hushed. “I had come to protect Earth because of the stories of the Olympian’s falling.”

I nodded, gluing Loki to where he was sitting so I could have a word with his brother. “We had vanished for almost a hundred years - we never fell. Zeus ordered us to go home after Germany. He has grown tired of the fighting - he’s growing tired of the immortality. The reason I’m here is because of Gaia not Zeus. She’s afraid your brother will destroy the Earth if we don’t stop him.” I confessed - Thor had been help to Athena many years ago. In all honesty I had a small trust in him. He was so similar to Athena and always loyal when we needed him - how could I not? “It’s been a long time, old friend.”

“I see, well let’s get Loki to Fury then.” A surprising agreement from him.

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