#2186 words!!!!! what!!!!!

[flowering-darkness]

hii ari do lorenza and clio change their jobs often throughout ffxiv's story (ik clio wasn't always a gnb (realizing i only remember the gnb part.. favoritism)) and are there any reasons as to when or why they switch? do u imagine them taking inspiration from skills learned in one job and including it in another? (i hope this makes sense!!)

Hello friend!! Thank you so much for this ask!! (You’re so valid =P)

As per usual, this has sent me off on a ramble about the different job and weapon changes and reasons for them throughout the story. So my answer is quite long, but here’s a summary before the rest is under the readmore!

A Realm Reborn: Marauder into Gunbreaker for Clio, Black Mage for Lorenza

Heavensward: Machinist then back to Gunbreaker for Clio, still Black Mage for Lorenza (until “starting Red Mage” sometime post-3.0)

Stormblood: probably just Gunbreaker but gaining Dark Knight skills for Clio, “Red Mage” for Lorenza

Shadowbringers: Dark Knight for Clio, “Glaivethrower” (Dancer but without the dancing) for Lorenza

Endwalker: Reaper-y sort of Gunbreaker for Clio, back to Black Mage for Lorenza (gains custom title of Void Princess post-Endwalker)

Dawntrail: maybe Viper for Clio?, still Black Mage/Void Princess for Lorenza

A Realm Reborn

When Clio first sets out to become an adventurer, she signs up to Limsa Lominsa’s Marauders’ Guild because she already knows how to wield an axe - her dad taught her how to use one quite early on, albeit mostly for cutting down trees. So she technically starts as a marauder. However, when she and Brynblyss and Tsutsuji go with Yda and Papalymo to meet with the sylphs (around the level 20 quests), she ends up coming to the rescue of Radovan and Sophie in the forest. The pair offer to train Clio and Bryn in their respective classes as thanks, and so Clio is given a gunbreaker’s soul crystal and an actual Bozjan gunblade (as opposed to the Garlean style), while Brynblyss gets more experience of healing magic (since he has been using potions before now). As part of this/during this time, Clio acts as the tank for the party, but in more of a Xenoblade Chronicles “evasion tank” style than FFXIV’s “face tank” styles - she doesn’t have the bulkiest armour, but she keeps enemies’ attention on her and then can dodge their attacks thanks to her manifestation of the Echo (which lets her see in-game telegraphs). Since none of the rest of the party fight from melee range due to being casters, it thankfully doesn't matter that she moves around (thus also getting enemies to chase her) a lot!

Lorenza doesn’t come to the Source until the Syrcus Tower raid, but when she does so, she acts as something that best resembles a black mage. Her spells are more powerful and Darkness-imbued than those of a typical thaumaturge, and she draws upon the ample environmental aether of the Source in order to cast them, so it feels the most appropriate thing to call her class, but.. she probably doesn’t have a black mage’s soul crystal, unless I can think of how to get her one. Maybe the Scions had one lying around somehow..?

Heavensward

When the party take refuge in Ishgard, Clio realises that her unconventional fighting style (by Eorzean standards) could be used as a way of identifying her as the Warrior of Light, which isn’t really what she wants in the wake of the bloody banquet. Happily, her older half-brother (whom she wasn’t really aware she had) is part of the Skysteel Manufactory, and provides her with a machinist’s firearm to use instead. It.. works, but Clio finds it harder to hold enemies’ attentions and defend herself from oncoming attacks compared to what she’s used to with a gunblade; it’s clear that fighting from a distance isn’t what she’s comfortable with in an actual battle environment. So she goes back to using her gunblade more when out travelling through Dravania, since no-one's around to potentially recognise her for doing so, and goes back to using it consistently (like she did in ARR) after successfully rescuing Raubahn to clear her name in Eorzea. Additionally, Clio goes through the level 50-60 dark knight quests here, as she had done the 30-50 ones and confronted her darkside in the form of Fray right before Heavensward started, but now she gets to learn more about who Fray was and what dark knights are from Sidurgu. Despite this, she doesn’t really have any need or want to use the skills from the soul crystal. (yet.)

Lorenza continues as a “black mage” until the end of the Dragonsong War, where she then crosses paths with X’rhun Tia at.. some point, and ends up learning swordcraft and starting the red mage questline with him, quite inadvertently (this is mainly because I think the concept of her doing those quests is hilarious 'cause of the voidsent ties). She’s been on the Source for long enough at this point to have built up decent reserves of internal aether, but she does still use environmental aether to augment her spells - so she’s probably more “black mage but casting through a sword now” than an actual true red mage. This is perhaps reflected in the outfit Tataru creates for her after taking her measurements - it’s still very typically robe-like in its overall silhouette, but it still provides better ability for movement and swordfighting than actual robes, so it’s a good middle ground for her!

Stormblood

For this expansion, I’m still a bit on the fence about whether Clio picks up another job again. Monk would make a lot of sense for being so tied to Ala Mhigo, while something like Samurai could be something she picks up in Kugane and might arguably be an interesting parallel to Heavensward (from gunblade, to just gun, to now just blade!). For the moment, though, I have her sticking with being a gunbreaker as before - though she does go through the 60-70 dark knight quests here, where she actually starts to properly know and reconcile with Clover (her Esteem, who replaces canon Myste rather than Fray), so once those are completed she could in theory call upon more of a dark knight’s powers. However, she still doesn’t have any particular need to. (yet.)

Lorenza continues experimenting with casting through a sword instead of a staff, so she’s still somewhere between a black mage and a red mage. She fights very differently to Alisaie despite her also being here, because she’s a lot more of a “proper” red mage by comparison. This includes the two having very different stances - Alisaie’s is the in-game wiggly one with her rapier held out in front of her, whereas Lorenza holds her sword much lower, like how a reaper would hold their scythe. She also rarely actually uses her sword for melee attacks, unless the battleground has forced her to get close to an enemy or vice versa.

Shadowbringers

Clio’s arrival on the First marks a shift, because she now finally fights much more like a typical in-game dark knight, complete with a much larger blade (the Crystarium manatrigger, which looks a lot like a dark knight greatsword despite being a gunbreaker weapon!). She has gained the ability to be more interactive with Clover, and when she learns that to make things better in this world ravaged by Light means becoming a Warrior of Darkness, she starts trying to use these dark skills to help those around her. Additionally, the pure Light she takes on from absorbing the Lightwardens’ aether ends up making her joints very stiff, and in the later stages her skin becomes like plaster - so her usual evasion tank fighting style is no longer something she can do effectively, meaning she needs to be a block tank instead. It’s a bit weird for her to be using darkness, but everything is a bit topsy-turvy like that here in this reflection. This comes to a climax at the Crown of the Immaculate, where her darkside - Clover - essentially sacrifices herself to cancel out the excess Light before Clio turns. This restores her mobility (and also her eye, which got torn out in the final fight against Ran’jit), but essentially means she’s stuck in a permanent Living Dead state, which isn’t ideal due to being a bit too Darkness-heavy than is healthy for an ordinary human. Thankfully, this imbalance is resolved at the Seat of Sacrifice, because that’s where Lorenza enshrouds Clio for the first time, despite the two not sharing a reaper’s pact. Once they defeat Elidibus as the Warrior of Light like this, Lorenza is able to take the excess Darkness with her when she ends the enshroud, restoring Clio to a normal and healthy aetherial state.

In terms of Lorenza herself, she is much weaker than usual during Shadowbringers because of being overwhelmed by how much Light is present on the First. She can’t really use the aether around her to cast spells because it’s so aspected to light it would be toxic for her to channel, and she isn’t physically strong enough to be of much use as a pure swordfighter (nor does she want to be in such close proximity to the sin eaters she’d have to be fighting). Instead, she ends up learning how to use the same style of throwing weapons that Lyna wields, as this would keep her at a better distance from combat and is much less aetherially demanding than casting spells. Lyna feels a bit guilty for not helping Lorenza initially when she and Clio first approached the Crystarium, as she was in such a state to begin with, so she is very willing to help Lorenza with this as a way of making it up to her. Functionally, this fighting style is closest to being a dancer, but it has a very different and duller flavour compared to the typical flashy effects of a dancer in-game. Lorenza continues to fight in this way until after 5.3, since her enshrouding of Clio at the Seat of Sacrifice is what restores her properly back up to her old strength.

Endwalker

Once everyone is finally back from the First, Clio continues to use a gunblade as her weapon, but she starts to fight more like a typical reaper would, including taking on more of a pure DPS role instead of her previous niche as the party’s tank. This is because Brynblyss starts to train as a paladin, because he wants to take a more direct or active role in combat to better help the others, and Azami (Tsutsuji) replaces him as more of the healer/support role, due to still recovering from nearly becoming a Lightwarden at the end of Shadowbringers, which weakened her magic (she essentially goes back to being an arcanist instead of a summoner). Clio is also keen to try and balance the darkness she used on the First as the WoD with the light she is so known for on the Source as the WoL, so.. that’s why she ends up looking like something in the middle of in-game gunbreaker and reaper (though her actual skills would essentially be the ones from dark knight - they’d just have that same blue that the reaper ones do). She ends up receiving a new weapon from Hydaelyn after the Mothercrystal trial - it’s her own version of Venat’s Allegoria, which I represent in-game as the gunblade of divine light =)

Lorenza, on the other hand, returns to her initial style of fighting like a black mage, since she can once again draw upon both the Source’s environmental aether and her own internal aether to cast devastating dark magic on opponents (and, while the sword was nice as a change, she’d realised she’d rather just keep herself out of melee range in the first place). The power of her magic is particularly prominent in the context of Azami’s own volatile elemental spells and summons being dampened down in impact somewhat, as well as the context of having slain and experienced the embodiment of darkness that is Zodiark. The exact weapon Lorenza carries here is the augmented deepshadow scythe, which is a black mage’s staff despite the name - the character most associated with deepshadow gear is Cylva, so I might be able to make something meaningful there, but I’m not sure how yet. The initial intended meaning of it was as a reference to Zero’s reaper scythe/the fact I played through Endwalker as a reaper.. and also so that she has a metal blade on her to use as a more physical weapon on a certain someone after the final duty. During the events of patch 6.5, while fighting Zeromus in the Abyssal Fracture, Zero's scythe breaks - but, because it's specifically the blade part that is broken off, Lorenza then starts using the remainder of it as her new black mage staff, since Zero is able to channel light and fight with a sword and shield again.

Dawntrail

Having not actually played through Dawntrail past the opening few quests yet, whatever I write here has the potential to change with time. However, I think the way I’ve left things off from Endwalker allows the girls to be more consistent, at least - Clio now has a weapon that can change form, so I can just say she uses that for whatever (and then maybe get the appropriate weapon of divine light in-game..), while Lorenza now has a weapon of great personal significance to her, and I can’t envision her changing to use something that isn’t that because of such significance. So Lorenza will stay as a black mage, while Clio might try out viper but I'm not sure. Regarding classes, I think I might go back to everyone filling their initial roles in the party (so Clio as the (off-)tank, Lorenza and Tsutsuji as pure DPS, Brynblyss as the healer) - but I haven't quite decided whether Bryn and Tsutsuji are still travelling around with everyone or if they only pop up for certain story points like the other Scions. I did at least figure out a way to keep Zero and Lorenza in the party, though, so there's that at least!

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this, to anyone who has! I apologise profusely for it being as long as it is, but I hope that it was an enjoyable read and answered your questions sufficiently ^-^ and, thank you so much again for sending this in!~

[felinecyan]

Perfectly Fine

[Keigo Takami x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Hawks plays off that everything is “perfectly fine,” but you know better than to believe him.

WC: 2186

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Soft!Reader, Slight Angst

I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with Hawks and angst, I blame Conan Gray being stuck in my head 24/7, but here you go! 😀👍

『••✎••』

You knew he wasn't okay.

You saw him every day. You spent more time with him than anyone else in his life. He had always been so bright and so positive that it was jarring when you realized just how exhausted he truly was.

He tried. He tried so hard. He was smiling and making jokes like normal. It was so hard not to get caught up in his infectious positivity. But you knew him well enough to see through it all.

And his eyes said it all.

They weren't as bright and golden as they normally were. They looked dim. The dark circles underneath were a clear indication that he hadn't been sleeping well lately—or at all.

This was the one thing you absolutely despised about Keigo. His independence was a good aspect to have for a pro-hero, but not when it was detrimental to his own health.

He was always doing things on his own. He was a people pleaser, so of course, he didn't want to ask for help. It was his problem, so he'd handle it himself.

And you wished you could just knock some sense into that bird brain of his.

The last straw was when he came home in the middle of the night, completely disheveled, and collapsed on the couch.

It wasn't uncommon for him to come home late, and you were usually already asleep, but tonight was different. Tonight, you were still awake.

And it was almost 3 am.

You had heard him enter the house. You were about to get up to greet him, but his heavy footsteps had paused at the doorway. The silence continued for a few seconds until you heard him stumble and collapse onto the couch.

You got up immediately and rushed into the living room. Your heart broke at the sight of him.

He was sitting on the floor with his back on the couch. He had taken off his jacket and boots. His wings were limp, and the feathers were ruffled and messy. His head was in his hands, and his hair was an absolute mess.

"Keigo," you whispered, walking up to him.

You had a million questions going through your mind, but you were also worried he was hurt, so you decided to keep it simple.

"Are you okay?"

He didn't move. Not even his wings.

He did speak, however, but you wished he hadn't.

"Perfectly fine."

The words were like poison. His tone was so cold, so dark, so unlike him. You hated it. You had to force yourself not to recoil in disgust.

Just as he said those words, he made himself even worse by letting out a dry, humorless chuckle. It was so unnatural and wrong coming from him.

It scared you. It angered you. You couldn't understand how he could be like this.

You knelt down in front of him, placing your hands over his.

"Keigo," you murmured. "I’m begging you. Please don't do this."

"Do what?" His eyes met yours, completely focused. It was almost unnerving. "What am I doing?"

"You're pushing me away," you stated, trying to keep your voice from cracking. "Again."

His gaze lingered for a few moments before his eyes trailed to the floor. He let out a sigh, sounding almost irritated.

"I told you, I'm fine," he muttered, his expression hardening. "You should get some sleep."

His tone was much harsher than before, and it was beginning to frustrate you.

"I can't do that," you whispered.

"Why not?"

"Because I can't, Keigo," you said, your voice rising. "You make it so… so difficult for me to just sit back and watch you do this. You keep saying that everything is fine, but it isn't. It's not. You know it's not."

He was silent, and you were beginning to think that he was refusing to respond to you.

"You've been coming home at weird hours, and you don't even try to hide the fact that you're exhausted. Your eyes have bags under them, and your wings are a complete mess. You look so pale, Keigo."

"I’m—"

"If you say you're fine one more time," your voice was trembling, and your eyes were starting to burn. "I swear, I will throw myself out of this window."

That made a small smile creep onto his face. It wasn’t genuine, but it was a start.

"As much as I love pancakes, you know I wouldn’t let you go through with that," he said, his tone becoming lighter.

You didn't hesitate.

"Then why are you making me go through with this?"

You didn't miss the small flinch he did. If you’d been in this situation a couple of years ago, you would’ve missed it.

But not anymore. You knew him better than anyone.

"We’re supposed to be partners, remember? You’re a harder book to read, Keigo, and I’m sorry I’m too easy for you, but we should be able to trust each other."

He only looked down and let out a sigh. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, but his emotions were beginning to break through.

You reached forward and gently placed your hand on his cheek, turning his face so he would look at you.

"And if something is bothering you, you should want to tell me. But I can’t help but feel like I'm not good enough to be someone you can confide in because if you did, then maybe you wouldn't look like this right now." You brushed a lock of his golden hair away from his forehead.

He looked so tired. So defeated.

And he was. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he was struggling with himself. It was as if he were weighing his options.

Stay silent or talk to you.

Stay strong or admit his weakness.

You wanted him to choose the latter. You needed him to choose the latter. If he was going to keep pretending everything was fine, your heart couldn’t take it.

A moment of silence passed, and then two, and then three. It was like an eternity had gone by.

Then, finally, the room was filled with his deep, shaky exhale. The environment changed. The air was thicker. You felt the tension and the stress and the sadness.

"I'm not the person you deserve."

It was such a simple phrase, but you were stunned. He sounded so broken, and you didn’t understand why.

"I don't deserve you," he repeated, his voice barely a whisper. “I never did."

You were just speechless. You were expecting his troubles to be something along the lines of work or the Hero Public Safety Commission. It probably still is, but you weren’t expecting him to feel… insecure about himself.

"That’s…" You shook your head. "No, Keigo, that's not true. Why would you think that?"

"Why wouldn't I think that?"

He didn't wait for your response.

"I'm too focused on being a hero," he started, his expression hardening again. "I'm always out. I'm never here. Sure, I kidnap you and make you my hostage every once in a while, but even then, I'm always thinking about work. Always thinking about how I can save more people. I'm always busy, and when I'm not, I'm exhausted."

His hands tightened into fists.

"You deserve someone who can be here with you all the time. Someone who can take the time to actually appreciate you, not just a text here and there, or a quick phone call, or a stupid note. You deserve someone who doesn’t have to leave the house before the sun even rises."

Your eyes were beginning to water, and you tried not to sniffle, but it was becoming more and more difficult to control yourself.

"You deserve a life where you can relax. You deserve someone who you know is always going to be there when you need it. I can't be that for you, and it's frustrating because I really wish I could."

"Oh, Takami," you whispered, pulling him towards you.

His arms wrapped around your waist, and his face was buried in the crook of your neck. He was holding onto you as if he were hanging on for dear life.

"I hate being like this." His voice was muffled, but you could still hear the disgust in his tone.

"Like what?"

"So pathetic," he grumbled. "I hate acting like a kid. Like an immature, needy little… little child."

He had trouble getting the last word out. You couldn't tell whether it was because he was frustrated or ashamed, or both.

"Hey," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. It seemed to always soothe him. "It’s not immaturity, and it definitely is not childish. It’s just being human."

You could feel him let out a long, deep exhale.

"You are the Number 2 Pro-Hero. You're a very busy man. I knew it then, and I know it now. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to be with you."

You paused, taking a deep breath.

"Yes, sometimes I get lonely, and I miss you, and it sucks. Sometimes, I want to lock you in the house and not let you leave until the end of the world, but that wouldn't be fair to your fangirls.”

That earned a small chuckle from him.

"And it wouldn't be fair to all those innocent people who need you too. I don't like having to share you with the entire city, but that's just the way it is, and it's something I knew I had to get used to."

His arms squeezed around your waist. You felt his warm breath on your neck, which made you shiver slightly.

"And it's not your fault, either. We will have times like these, where you're too busy, and we won't see each other for a while, but at the end of the day, I'm still going to be waiting for you. At the end of the day, we’ll be perfectly fine."

"What a sap," he mumbled, though you could hear the smile in his voice.

"Hey! I'm trying to be romantic!" You playfully smacked his shoulder. "Be grateful."

He chuckled and pulled away from the embrace. You didn't want him to at first, but when you saw his expression, you smiled.

He was grinning. He was finally genuinely happy. There was a twinkle in his eye, and his wings were perked up. His feathers were starting to look much cleaner and fluffier. He was starting to look like his old self.

"I'll make a mental note of that," he replied, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "You are the cutest sap ever."

"Shut up." You rolled your eyes and let out a laugh. "Go to bed, bird boy."

"Wait, wait, wait, hold on," he said, holding his hands up. "You're not going to give me a good night kiss?"

You scoffed.

"And you say you’re not childish."

"No, seriously."

Before you could ask him what he meant, he grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap. Your arms instinctively went around his neck, and you squealed and caught off guard.

"Hey!" You protested, trying to glare at him, but it was hard to do when he was looking at you with such adoration.

"C'mere," he hummed, resting his forehead against yours. "Let's see how good of a kisser you really are."

"Okay, no, let's not," you said, leaning away from him. "That was awful. That was worse than awful."

"Oh, c'mon!" He chuckled, his eyes full of amusement. "I've been waiting to use that for ages."

"Well, don't," you said, shaking your head. "That just made me want to turn into a pancake even more."

"It’s too bad we don't have syrup," he joked, giving you a quick wink. "Guess I'll have to improvise."

"That's it," you said, trying to push him away, but he only laughed and pulled you closer.

"Stop trying to avoid the inevitable, darling," he murmured, his eyes meeting yours.

"Please don't say anything else," you begged, your face growing warm. "Please. I'm not kidding, Takami."

"Neither am I."

And this… This was what everything was worth.

Keigo looked so content. He was happy. He was relaxed. He wasn't thinking about anything but this moment. He wasn't overthinking things. He wasn't forcing himself to stay positive.

He was just being him, finally. The rest of the night the discussion wasn’t brought up again, and it didn’t need to. You both knew exactly what the other was thinking… feeling. And sure, there’s no doubt there’ll be another time when he will be stressed out again, overworking himself and pushing himself too hard, but you would be there to pull him back down.

You would be there to remind him that everything would be okay and that no matter how hard he tries to fix it all on his own, you would simply remind him that he doesn’t have to do that anymore.

He doesn’t need to keep hiding behind that smile; the only smile he should ever have is the real one.

The one where he truly is perfectly fine.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

One For The Road [2]

Cecil Dennis x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

Series Masterlist

Summary: You haven't spoken to Cecil since what happened last week.

A/N: Another huge thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for beta reading again and putting up with my nonsense! <3

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, reader has been drinking - but not enough to affect them, mentions of weed, catching feelings and self denial of catching feelings, fingering, oral sex (afab!receiving), jerking off, cumming on someone, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2186

I Saw This Coming From The Start

It had been a week. A full week since you’d seen him. Since you’d practically run out of the front door when Harry had come in, making up some excuse to leave that you can’t even remember now.

He’d messaged the next day. Gentle, and kind. Apologising without explicitly saying what he was apologising for. Which had made you feel bad because it wasn’t like he had tried something with you and gotten pissy when you’d rejected him. 

No, you’d wanted it, still want it. And that was the problem really. 

You hadn’t messaged back, trying to push it all to the back of your mind and further still. Tonight you’d gone out on a shit date. So boring and dull that you’d made a hasty exit and drowned your sorrows in a local bar. 

It wasn’t like you were flat out drunk, just a little buzzed. Two drinks more than you normally would in that short timeframe. And all you could do was think about stupid Cecil and his stupid curls and stupidly thick fingers. 

You’d sent him a message before you could think twice. 

Are you busy?

He’d messaged back almost instantly. No. You okay?

Where are you?

Home.

Alone?

You’d been in the Uber before he even replied yes. 

The smile he’d given you when he’d opened the front door to your knock had almost broken your heart. 

“Hey!” He’d hugged you with one arm, purposefully not getting too close as he ushered you into the living room. “I’m so glad you texted.” He smelt very obviously of weed. “I was getting worried, I mean,” he pulls a face. “Not worried. You’re an adult, you can do what you want, of course you can, I mean,” he rubs the back of his head, “I mean, I mean, I upset you didn’t I? I was a jerk, I’m so sorry, I-”

You turn quickly and kiss him, pressing your lips to his demandingly.

He groans, his eyes fluttering closed as you lick into his mouth. He tastes the alcohol on your tongue. “Wait,” he swallows, moving back a step. “You’re drunk.”

“No.” 

He gives you those soft eyes that can absolutely destroy your resolve in less than ten seconds, the UN should class that look as a war crime. 

“I just had a few drinks.” You glare at him. 

He lightly brushes your arm and you shrug him away, frowning. 

The soft look he gives you stings. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” You snarl. 

“Like what?” 

“All puppy dog eyes and shit, it’s not fair.” 

He pauses, “Puppy dog eyes?”

“Yeah,” you motion to him, “you know the look, makes you all sweet and soft and cute, and makes it really fucking hard to not do what you want.”

He smiles ever so slightly. “You think it’s cute?” 

“I think you’re cute.” You say grumpily. 

His smile widens. “I think you’re cute too.” He steps closer, running his hands on your biceps.

“So kiss me.”

“Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you a glass of water, okay? A clean glass?” He gives you a jokey smile, trying to make you laugh.

You do your best to resist and shrug. “I don’t want a glass of water, I’m…” 

“You’re?”

You sigh deeply, fighting down your embarrassment as you half mumble. “Can we… can we do what we did… last time?”

He watches you softly, giving you time to make it clear what you really want.

You sigh again, practically a groan. And when you speak you purposefully look at the wall and not his stupidly handsome face. “Can we watch some porn and mess around?”

He smiles and nods. “You sure?” 

You give him a look. 

“Okay,” he giggles, “if you’re sure.” 

.

He brings you a glass of water in the promised clean glass anyway, and a packet of cookies. He places them in your hands before dragging over the small coffee table and putting it to your side of the sofa, then taking the packet and glass and putting them on there for you. 

Cecil grins when he’s finished, beaming like he’s worked out a partially difficult mental puzzle. You don’t want to find it as endearing as you do. 

He sits down next to you, grabbing his phone. “Anything you wanna watch?” 

You shrug, not quite expecting this direction. “Um, what would you recommend?” You want to smack yourself in the face, who the fuck asks someone what porn they would recommend? Like this was some fancy restaurant with a waiter giving you the wine list. ‘Oh yes, with the water and cookies, I’d recommend a nice fuck with a cum shot.’

“Well,” he shifts in his seat excitedly, “Actually, I watched some of this the other day, I thought it was good.”

Okay, maybe this was the place you came to to get porno recommendations.

“It’s a glory hole video, is that okay?”  He looks up at you sweetly, the earnestness in his eyes is bewitching.

You nod and swallow and his grin widens.

“Awesome.” He clicks the video, casting it to the TV. “Harry’s gonna be out until really late, so don’t worry about interruptions this time.”

You wiggle a little and nod again. This was a bad idea actually, wasn’t it? Now that you were thinking about it, it was a really bad idea. A really, really, really, really bad idea. You could forgive last week, that had been… that was an accident. This was… intentional. Fool me once, and all that. This was you going out of your way to-

“You’re wearing jeans, can I…?” He gave you those stupidly large puppy eyes, you could feel the yearning rolling off him in waves.

You nod, undoing your buttons and fly as he scrambles off the sofa onto his knees. He loops his fingers under your waistband and tugs when you raise your hips. 

He pulls your jeans down eagerly to your thighs, then grabs your panties, yanking them down as well and pulling both off your legs, leaving you completely bare from the waist down. 

You swallow, heat rising to your face. You hadn’t expected him to take everything off straight away. 

On the television a naked woman deepthroats a large cock that is pressing through a taped hole in a bathroom wall. She’s whining and slurping, her free hand between her legs. 

“Oh fuck,” Cecil breathes deeply, lightly pressing on your knees to spread your legs. “I was so right,” he bites his lip, groaning. “Such a pretty pussy, oh god.” He squeezes his cock through his sweats and gulps, closing his eyes for a second. “Prettiest I’ve ever seen, fuck.”

You swallow, holding your breath as he inches closer on his knees. 

He brushes the edge of his calloused thumb against your clit, seeming mesmerised as your muscles jump and twitch under his touch. 

“God, yeah.” He groans under his breath and presses firmer, lightly tracing the outline of the bundles of nerves before he rubs up and down and side to side.

You let out a little moan, your fingers digging into the cushions beside you.

Cecil lets out a long whine, “Oh, you’re so wet, I can see it.” He looks up at you from under his long eyelashes for a second before going back to your dripping cunt. “Looks amazing.”

He rubs his thumb constantly, oohing and ahhing softly at every minuscule movement.

Your breathing hitches, heat running along your skin and tightening in your belly. 

Ever so slowly he runs the fingers of his other hand up your leg and presses them to your aching slit, rubbing your lips and smearing your wetness all over your pussy. He groans when you twitch and moan softly, his eyes darkening rapidly second by second.

“Mmmmm,” he hums loudly, inching his fingers forward as his thumb rubs you, pushing them in a few centimetres before pulling them out and whining at the slick coating his skin. He pushes in deeper, firmly sheathing them all the way in one long move and curling them until your thighs jump and you gasp.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes,” he groans, watching intently and then, “fuck, sorry, I gotta,” he darts forward, removing his thumb from your clit and kissing your folds.

You moan, back arching from the sofa, your hand flying to the back of his head to pull him closer and he whimpers, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth.

“Cecil,” your whine harmonises with his as pleasure curls and spreads with every heavy pump and plunge of his fingers, with every caress of his tongue and lips. “Shit, that’s,” your words leave you breathlessly, your voice sounding completely wrecked already. “That’s really good, fuck, please,” you buck against his mouth, grinding up to his fingers as he works you over eagerly, rapidly bringing you closer and closer to your peak. 

Pleasure sings along every nerve, making your thighs shake and your eyes roll back as he groans and licks and sucks like you’re his only source of oxygen. 

You dig your fingers into his hair, scraping your nails lightly across his scalp, making him shiver and moan louder. 

Your mind is turning into mush, dissolving into nothing as your body races after your orgasm, demanding more and more and more from his sinful mouth. 

Part of you can’t work out how he got so good at this, how many pussys has he buried his face in? How could his ex dump him when he was this good? Fuck, even if you were tired of his shit you could just tie him to the bed and sit on his face for a few hours each day and that would more than make up for it. 

Cecil’s cock throbs, each moan that leaves your lips making him harder, needier. He can feel his precum soaking into his boxers as your slick drenches his chin. 

He shudders, so close to coming in his pants again and not giving one flying fuck.

“Cec,” Your grip on the back of his head tightens, your thighs shaking and tensing, your body rising up and against him. You’re so close, hanging right on the edge with his tongue flicking kitten licks in time with how his fingers rub against your walls, playing you perfectly to his will.

He hums against you, swirling his tongue and you scream, clenching around him as you come so hard. It washes over you, piercing your limbs and shocking every muscle with bliss. You shake, grinding against his mouth as he groans greedily. 

He pulls his fingers from your fluttering pussy, grabbing hold of the back of your thighs and just buries his face in your cunt. He laps and sinks his tongue deep inside, pressing the bridge of his nose against your clit and shaking his head from side to side ever so slightly as he drinks down every single drop of your release. Needing everything. 

He loosens his grip on you when you start to relax, your muscles untensing. He lets go, struggling with his waistband and pulling his sweatpants and boxers down just enough so that his thick cock springs free with a dull thud. He wipes his mouth and chin with the palm of his right hand before he grabs hold of his dick, using your cum as lubricant as he rapidly jerks himself off, his eyes rolling back.

His cock is so pretty, thick and long and ruddy red at the leaking, needy tip.

“Cecil,” you whine and his eyes snap open instantly, his hips jerking as he nears his peak. You bite your lip, fuck he looks so beautiful, sweaty and wanting and desperate. “Come on me.” You whisper. 

He groans, “On you?”

You spread your legs wider, pulling your legs up to your chest and holding them there. “Come on my pussy.” 

He sobs, standing so quickly he almost falls and has to grab hold of the back of the sofa with his free hand to stop himself from falling. He jerks once, twice, moaning so loudly as his hips move on autopilot and pleasure runs down his spine and explodes. He comes with a cry, shooting his load all over your pussy and the back of your thighs. 

He keeps coming, unable to stop as he spurts and splatters, painting your skin with his seed. 

He gasps, slumping forward for a second and breathing hard, “fuuuuuuucccck.” He whines, shivering with the aftershocks. 

You watch him with large eyes, mesmerised with how his lips are parted, how flushed his skin looks. Like some ancient painting of a god. 

Suddenly he drops to his knees again, pressing his palms to your legs to keep you folded over. 

“Cecil-” You yelp in surprise, about to ask what he’s doing when he shoves his tongue back into your core, slurping up the mess he made between your legs and sucking once more on your clit until you moan.

“Just cleaning up.” He mumbles, his voice thick with lust before he dives back in. 

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Part ten

A/N: Hello my sweethearts, sorry that I haven't updated this story for a long time, but I had to think about the course of the story and looked for inspiration. Let me know if you want to be on the tag list <3

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✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: none ✦ Spoiler: none

wordcount: 2186

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"I hope it all works as you say y/n." Feeling a little unsure, Ace adjusts his bow tie in front of the mirror in the men's room and freshens up quickly before leaving the restroom again.

On the other side of his headphones, he listens to you sipping your drink in complete peace.

“It'll be fine.” Unconcerned, you lean your head back on the sun lounger and watch on a small screen as Ace enters the casino hall.

“Just make sure I always have a good view of your hand and the poker table...” Ace looks around the glamorous hall. This is simply not his world.

Fancy dressed people bustle around the casino's gaming tables. The players and addicts all hope to have the better hand or that the dice will fall in their favor. Women so beautiful and arousing, cling with sophisticated fake laughter to men whose only attraction is their wealth. Among the crowd of cheerful guests, waiters prance around handing out drinks.

Ace grabs a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray and heads back to the table where Crocodile and his company are seated.

He exhales deeply, drinks the glass in one gulp and places it on the next waiter's tray as he passes by.

“Hey Ace! Come over here, there's a seat for you.” Crocodile calls over to him while the cigar wiggles in his mouth. With casual talk and sly words, Ace was able to quickly get Crocodile's attention without you having to put many words in his mouth.

His charm goes down well with all genders and many find themselves making friends with him. But it's not just his natural aura that has piqued Crocodile's interest. It's also the fact that Crocodile knows very well who Ace is.

Crocodile keeps a sharp eye on every opportunity to expand his empire and the more contacts, the better. He doesn't necessarily see the people around him as allies, more as business partners, but he actually likes Ace's company.

Possibly because he is similar to him. At least that's what he thinks.

Ace does a great job of being a show off, but his demeanor tells that he doesn't just bark, he also bites.

You have to admit that you're turned on by seeing Ace acting like a secret agent infiltrating the mafia. You would love to put on a tight black dress and go down to the casino to play the mysterious lady sitting opposite him. It's not a good idea, but it's a hot one. But that could ruin everything.

The cards are dealt and Ace looks at his hand which you then check on your little screen. He's not sure what he can do with them, but he puts his trust in you.

The rounds go quite well. It's a bit tricky not being at the table to watch the others, but Ace has good cards. People kept leaving the table, acknowledging that luck wasn't on their side or that they didn't have the resources to keep up with the insane sums that Ace and Crocodile were betting.

Money doesn't matter. You already sense victory ahead because Ace's hand is unbeatable, but in the back of your mind you're a little unsure because you can't see Crocodile.

Even if you lose, the goal is something different and Crocodile will surely be thrilled by Ace's ruthless determination.

The dealer asks the last two players to reveal their cards. When all the cards are in view, deep laughter breaks out. Confused, all people look over at his fellow opponent.

Crocodile can't stop his laughter, even though his defeat is obvious. He has lost. He didn't have a bad hand, Ace just had a better one. Crocodile bangs his fist on the table.

Towers of chips clattered and skittered all over the table as the eliminated players clutched their glasses in panic. Crocodile wiped away tears of joy and exhaled with a sigh of satisfaction.

"This is real deja vu!" amused, he looked across the table and over to Ace. “Come on you idiots, bag the chips for the lucky winner!”

Only after his words do you realize that Ace's hand and Crocodiles are the same cards you had in your first game. Funnily enough, Ace won with the same cards as you did.

You burst out laughing yourself. The people around you at the pool give you a few puzzled looks but you ignore them. What a fantastic coincidence.

Would Sir Crocodile still be laughing when he finds out about the connection between you and Ace? You should be terrified at the thought, but strangely enough it amuses you.

Silence returns to the table as Ace and Crocodile clink glasses together.

“Me and the boys are meeting at the Moulin Rouge tomorrow, why don't you come along?” His tall figure rises and he puts on his coat. He takes a new cigar out of his inside pocket and puts it in his mouth. A waiter hastily strides up to him and lights his cigar, then steps out of his way again.

"Show this card at the VIP entrance and they'll let you up." With these words he leaves and disappeared from the casino with his party.

"Here sir, your winnings." The card dealer holds out huge bags of chips to Ace and somewhat bewildered, with a smile that seems frozen on his face, he accepts his winnings.

“Ace that was amazing!” You whisper with excitement that's hard to miss in your voice.

“That was crazy...” he mumbles without people noticing as he sets off. “Yeah yeah, just exchange the chips and I'll meet you in the room.”

Ace swings the bags full of money onto the table and a few coins fall out. Your eyes sparkle as you inspect your winnings.

You happily count the bills. Money may not be everything, but it is something that helps you get ahead. If you didn't have an enormous amount of money yourself, Ace wouldn't even be able to keep up with the sums that Crocodile bets.

Ace looks down at you and shakes his head as you throw the bills up into the air above you. He has to admit that even the side of you is cute, especially the trust you had. After all, he could have lost everything just as easily.

While you both enjoy your evening meal, you discuss the next day.

“You should try talking to him about his relationship with Doflamingo, that you are acting on behalf of father and want to establish a new relationship…” With his mouth full, he listens to you.

You slurp your noodle soup with relish. It's a bit spicy, your lips are feeling tight and your nose is running, but that's exactly how you love your soup.

“Isn't tomorrow your first day of work at the Moulin Rouge?” Ace asks promptly. You greedily slurp your drink to ease your burning tongue and breathe out with relief.

“Yeah.. that's right, but unfortunately I only serve on the first floor. Newbies don't work in the VIP lounge.” You ignore Ace's sigh of relief. He seems glad that you won't be getting any closer to Crocodile.

If only he knew what kind of people you've dealt with. While you're trying to figure out why Ace is treating you so delicately, he stuffs his mouth full with all the food he ordered.

Normally, you don't care when you're underestimated. It's a good surprise effect when your opponent doesn't expect what you've got up your sleeve, but Ace's reaction irritates you. Who does he think you are?! You're damn strong.

Crocodile isn't even a worthy opponent for you, especially now that you can control water thanks to your devil fruit.

The next day dawned with an unusual sense of excitement. You are looking forward to seeing how the day unfolds and are pleased to be working with Ace indirectly. Even though you are working on two different areas, you are working together and secretly looking forward to showing Ace what you are made of.

You assist Ace in putting on his fancy suit, help with the hidden wires on his body, put his earbuds in one ear and adjust his tie. Ace watches your focused manner and admires the way you do everything with pinpoint precision.

Like it's your daily profession. He knows that's the case, but sometimes he has a hard time seeing what you're capable of. Why is that? He doesn't know himself. It's not that you're helpless, he knows what you're capable of and always admired you for it.

“There you go!” You give him a satisfied pat on the shoulder and spin him around towards the mirror. A little caught off guard, he turns his gaze from you to his own reflection, but you don't even pick up on his dazed expression.

“What do you say? Don't you look pretty good?” Pleased with your work, you don't even notice how openly you're complimenting him. Ace, who had been deep in thought until just now, returns to his usual cheeky self.

“Huh, really good, yeah?” You nudge him lightly in the side for his big smile and try to adjust the heat in your face, because Ace came very close to you. Wearing a suit, Ace is a whole new sight for the eyes and from this close, you have to admit that your knees are getting weak.

You clear your throat as you gain some distance and mutter that you have to change now. You disappear into the bathroom and gather yourself behind the closed door.

His charming, stupid face came so close to you, that you could smell his own scent under the expensive perfume. His slightly burnt, sunkissed skin…

You shake your head, you don't have time for that.

The work is easier than expected. On the first floor of the Moulin Rouge, all sorts of low classes hang around, the broad layers of society. Your job was just to quickly give people their drinks and get them to drink more, always with a seductive smile on your lips.

They drank, laughed and wildly flirted with every woman in the room, as if they were just an object of desire. They threw money at the dancers performing on stage, acting like they owned the world, and demanded that they strip naked.

Again and again, you had to go into corners where you couldn't be seen, let out a disgusted retch, and then put on a fake smile again.

Through your headphones, you suddenly hear Ace speaking to you.

“All right, I'm in the VIP lounge.” - “Okay. Enjoy the evening and spend lots of money. Make sure you only talk to me when no one can see you.” you remind him.

While you endure being groped by dirty hands, you hear the laughter through your headphones. They seem to be having a lot of fun up there, you think.

You hear a few men who also work at the Moulin Rouge talking behind the bar. You and your curious ears follow their voices and approach them, ignoring the shouting drunk losers.

“Yeah, it's a shame, but we had to kill the bitch.” - ”I know, but now we're missing a dancer in the VIP lounge.”

Your ears perk up at the words and you straighten up. You pull your shirt down a bit to show more cleavage and strut past them. As your stunning figure walks past them, their eyes follow you, which does not go unnoticed by you.

“Hey, darlings, everything okay with you?” You wink at them as you walk by. The two men looked into each other's eyes and then back at you.

“Come here, girl. “ Said one of them. Grinning broadly, you stopped and turned to them. You already knew what was coming and scoffed inwardly at how easy it was. A woman just has to draw attention to herself…

“You look amazing. By any chance, do you know how to dance?” You act as if you are hesitating a little and look around, towards the stage where tired strippers have to put up with the disgusting behavior of the guys. The two men in front of you sense your hesitation and assure you, that you have the chance to dance in the VIP lounge.

“A hot woman like you shouldn't be dancing at this stage, you're better suited for the upper classes.” You play with your hair and pretend to be flattered by the words.

Just like that, you're able to enter the VIP lounge. You're pleased about this quick promotion and wonder how Ace will react.

What kind of face will he make?

I'm already looking forward to the next chapter. It's going to be great fun ;)

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[mallowmaenad]

Tumblr in the Guilty Gear Universe

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Those are my children and I'd prefer you not speak about them that way, but yes I am currently serving out my sentence in a maximum security prison I'm just also telepathically dictating my posts to my identical clone.

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[delulu-with-wandanat]

Soldier Nat x Doctor Wanda 👀🖤

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‘Soldier’ Nat x ‘Doctor’ Wanda

(Nat constantly puts herself in danger more than she should, so she could see the hot doctor that she has a crush on.)

“Dr. Maximoff.” Entering the medical bay with a sheepish look.

“If it isn’t my favorite patient. What is it this time, Lieutenant?”

“I think I may have tripped falling for you.”

Wanda rolls her eye. “Wow, such ways with words.” Sigh. “Sit down now, let me look at you.”

The entire time Wanda is tending her wounds, Natasha stares at her with a smile on her face, homegirl is smitten af.

“Your stares are not subtle, Lieutenant.”

“I wasn’t trying too.”

(Ok look idk soldier terms and whatnot. But this setting was based on my knowledge on some video game called Mass Effect XD)

(So if i continue this, imagine them in the far future. Like 2186, on a battle spaceship called The Avengers. Could even describe it as star wars duupe but not quite right)

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the fox

Chapter 10 of maybe 30ish (2186 words)

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she'd been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

"Day 1 are you ready?" Jimin asks as he hands you a brown bag.

You sneak a look inside to find it filled with snacks to get you through the day along with a post-it note that you can't quite read from this angle. You fold the bag closed carefully and thank Jimin for the lunch.

"Yeah, I'm ready, at least as ready as I'm ever going to be."

"It'll be great I'm sure. You said you already kind of made a friend right?"

"Taehyung? I'm not sure he was a bit hot and cold, but I'll be okay, I'm a big girl."

Jimin sweeps you into a hug before you can even reach for the door. You indulge him, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of being held close. He sends you off, standing at the door as you walk down the drive and around the corner, standing there until you can no longer see the door.

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The office is still relatively empty when you walk through the doors. The same severe-looking lady is standing at reception. You offer a smile which she returns.

"Y/N welcome back. Glad to see you got the position. I don't think I introduced myself the other day. My name is Ronnie and we will be working closely together."

Ronnie shows you officially around the office pointing out various essentials that you would need to know within your first few days. It feels as though you should have a notepad to write down all of the information you are being fed at lightning speed. Only about half of the information sticks in your brain.

It's not a humongous office. Maybe 10 cubicles and 3 offices with real walls. 2 conference rooms sit at the far end of the space. The company specialises in helping foreigners to move to the country assisting in work placement and visa procurement. You are introduced to the other two people that have already arrived in the office and then Estelle is setting you up with her at the front desk.

She hands you a brand new company-branded stationary set with your company ID tag and login information. Then she leaves you to breathe, fetching a drink from the break room. Slowly people filter in through the main doors, introducing themselves to you as they go. Everyone is extremely welcoming but you can't help but notice the absence of the asshole from the other day and Taehyung.

You set about answering phone calls and forwarding emails as Estelle had shown you, it was boring busy work but it certainly beat hanging at home alone doing nothing at all. Sometime just before lunch Taehyung finally strolls through the doors. He grins cheekily at your colleague as she chastises him for being late.

"Don't think you're special just because of how you got the job Taehyung-ah, you have to get here on time just like the rest of us."

"I know Estelle, I just didn't fancy getting out of bed this morning." He shrugs.

The panda grabs a handful of candy from the dish in front of Estelle and sauntered into the main room. The older woman grumbles under her breath about disrespect but the look on her face is one of pure adoration, not dissimilar to the look a grandmother might have when her grandson plays up.

"Don't go around getting ideas from him, that boy's trouble." She says to you.

"Am not!" Taehyung calls from behind the half wall that separates the main room from reception. "Hey Y/N we are going for lunch in thirty minutes okay?"

You don't respond to the disembodied voice as it calls out to you, opting to focus on the work you'd been assigned instead.

True to his word he reappeared in front of you exactly 30 minutes later carrying your brown bag and a bento box of his own.

"Come on there's a lovely little park for a picnic across the road. You get an hour for lunch."

You glance at Estelle but she just shakes her head and signals for you to go with him.

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The park is a very short walk away. Almost directly opposite the building, if your offices had been on the opposite side it would've provided the cutest view. Taehyung produced a blanket from a tote bag you hadn't noticed and laid it on the floor for you to sit on together.

It was a really beautiful day with no clouds, but it was a little chilly. This close to winter an outdoor picnic was an interesting choice. The breeze makes you shiver just a little. Before you even get a chance to shield yourself, Taehyung has produced another blanket to drape over your shoulders.

"I love the cold, my DNA is built for it, but I sometimes forget others aren't as accustomed... But this time I remembered!" He claps his hands together clearly proud of himself.

He opens his bento box and produces 3 courses worth of meals. He has white rice with some kind of marinated tofu, a salad with balsamic vinegar, and cookies. There is also a small Thermus from which you can smell the tea as soon as he twists it open.

"Go on then what did you bring for lunch? Maybe we can do swapsies, I don't really fancy tofu." He reaches eagerly for your bag, not giving you a chance to snatch it bag.

He pulls out your chicken sandwiches that Jimin had wrapped messily in the last of the tinfoil roll. Then he reaches in for the apple and crisps, coming back with the note that had been sitting in the bottom.

"Y/N have an amazing first day we are so proud and can't wait to celebrate again when you get home, Jimin." Taehyung reads aloud. "Who is Jimin? You're boyfriend? I'm hurt you would lead me on this way Y/N"

Taehyung mocks being shot through the heart, dramatically falling back onto the blanket as he clutches the pink note in his hand.

"I can't have led you on in less than two conversations Taehyung. And Jimin's no one... just a friend."

You reach to grab the note back from him but he keeps it just out of reach causing you to tumble into his lap.

"Well maybe I should try to make him my boyfriend, I want little notes in my lunch too." He pouts.

His breath tickles your face as you try to scramble back up without flattening him in the process. He just laughs at your efforts and makes no effort to help you get off of him. Although he does hand you the note back.

He takes your crisps and gives you his cookies as a consolation prize. He asks you various questions and you strategically avoid answering them directly the same way you'd done with everyone else. What you didn't expect was for him to be doing the same. You couldn't tell why exactly but you were fairly certain there were things he was omitting from his story as he told you how he came to work at the firm with you.

Lunch comes to an end very quickly and you help him pack up the blankets that don't seem to want to fit back in the bag they came from. Eventually, he just punches them until they are in enough to carry them back. He deposits you back at your desk dead on one hour after you left and then disappears for the remainder of the day.

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Apparently, it would seem working takes a lot out of a person. By the time you trudge back into the cottage at 6:00 pm, you are shattered. It seems impossible not having done that much and yet you can't keep your eyelids from drooping and your ass hurts from sitting for so long.

Jungkook is the only one home when you walk through the door. The only part of him you can see are his ears peaking up over the sofa trying to determine who just walked through the front door. You expect them to droop a little when he realises it's you but instead they twitch excitedly.

"Hey Jungkook, did you have a good day." You ask, approaching the living room slowly.

"Yeah, iI didn't do much." He answers.

"Do you want some dinner? Or shall we wait until the others are home?"

You peer over the back of the sofa and watch him playing on his switch until he is at a point where he can pause and speak to you.

"I wanna wait." He glances up at you briefly and then back to his game.

"Okay in which case I'm going to change, work clothes still feel too weird to relax in."

You go to the study and change into sweats. You're pretty sure the front door opened at least twice since you went upstairs signalling the arrival of some of the others. Jungkook's caramel scent wafted happily around the house as it started to mix with Namjoon's campfire. No other scent came to you though leaving you confused as to who else might be in the house.

Hoseok is sitting in the big armchair in the lounge when you come back down. Yoongi wasn't due to be home for another half an hour but clearly, that didn't matter.

"I got lonely at my house, so I thought I'd wait for Yoongi here." He shrugged when you sent him a questioning look. "Anyway, how was your day? we are all dying to know."

He shuffles forward to literally be on the edge of his seat and Namjoon and Jungkook stop the conversation they were having to listen.

"It was nothing special. I didn't realise how tiring working was though."

"Surely you've had a job before though." Namjoon scoffs.

You shake your head and are met by three very surprised faces.

"Even I had a paper round when I was a teen." Jungkook baulks.

"I haven't really had the opportunity to pursue a career until now I guess... I studied a lot." You try to shut down the conversation before they go any further, still not ready to divulge a lot about your past.

Luckily Jimin and Yoongi make it through the door together. Each of the homeowners exchanged kisses before the two new arrivals made themselves comfortable.

"Are we supposed to be working on something today?" Yoongi asked Hobi, confused by his presence, although clearly not disappointed you notice.

"Uh-oh busted. I just had a lot of fun hanging out yesterday... I can leave if you want." The human's usually cool and collected facade cracking a little.

"No of course you can stay." Namjoon answers. "Now what are we thinking for dinner?"

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Again the night goes on, Hobi is invited to stay once more, this time Yoongi offers his and Namjoon's room so Jimin can have his own bed back for the night. Although you suspect there may be alterior motives involved when Yoongi suggests they share the room and Namjoon share with Jungkook. Hoseok doesn't flinch, and happily finds his own way upstairs.

"Yoongi, darling, you seem to be getting a little... protective of your new friend." Namjoon points out carefully.

"So? I'm protective of a lot of my friends, I'm protective over you guys aren't I?" Yoongi gets a little defensive.

"I should hope we are more than friends." Jimin points out.

"Do you want to pursue Hobi?" Namjoon asks seriously.

"I don't know, maybe? I don't know it's been a long time since I've actively pursued anyone. And I'm not sure you even count Joonie." Yoongi contemplates.

"I think even if maybe you haven’t thought about it you should, clearly your hybrid parts are already starting to think of him as ours, or at the very least yours." Namjoon reasons.

"Yeah, you're right. I have definitely been feeling more anxious when he isn't around me." Yoongi stands and says he good nights, following Hoseok upstairs to probably work out exactly how he feels.

"So you guys consider new mates then?" You ask tentatively, although you aren't sure why it should concern you.

"When the right people come along who are we to turn down more love?" Jimin asks in reply, looking off dreamily.

"That makes sense I guess, I've always been told that more partners just results in more jealousy." You say, thinking about the things your ex used to say.

"Why would someone you love experiencing more love ever make you jealous? It always makes me so happy when everyone else is happy." Jimin moves on to the sofa next to Namjoon and Jungkook and cuddles in closely.

"That's... that's really lovely." You answer, and then fake a yawn. "I think I'm going to head to bed, goodnight."

You thought you'd be asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow but find yourself struggling to fall asleep. your eyes keep blinking open as thoughts of a pack of your own swim through your brain. A group of people who love each other so much that jealousy isn't even a thought in their minds.

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[abbyromanoff]

I Still Love You (chapter 4)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 2186

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Summary: When Wanda, the love of your life, blipped away, you found comfort in your friend. She reminded you of your past lover and you fell for one another. What happens when Wanda returns?

Warnings: angst, fluff, proposals, small arguing, guilt, mentions of death

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For the entire week, you were pacing around trying to avoid both Nat and Wanda. You couldn’t possibly face them without wanting to just run up and kiss the two women. And for the entire week, you’ve been sheltered in your dark, cold room. You felt sick, you were puking all the time. You didn’t know if it was nerves or something else. In the mornings, you’d wait for everyone to leave the room so you could finally eat breakfast. You changed your workout times so you’d no longer run into Nat while doing so. Even at dinner, you’d make food and then dip before anyone could notice you were even there. Nat was mad at you, of course she was. But she missed you so much, it hurt her to be without you. She wanted to talk to you, even for a second. She just wanted to see you again.

Wanda missed you just as much, finally being able to kiss you again felt like heaven, until you ruined it. She couldn’t blame you though, you were just being faithful, you always have been. When the two of you were together, she never even had to worry about someone going near you because she knew you’d never cheat or hurt her. She wanted to yell at herself for kissing you, she knew she had no right. She was getting in between you and your partner, she was a homewrecker. No matter how much she loved you, she refused to get between you and Nat, even if it broke her.

Nat heard a small knock on the door of her bedroom and muttered out a small ‘come in’ while continuing her packing. When she looked to see who was there, she was slightly annoyed to see Wanda there.

“Hello Wanda.” She said coldly to the woman, starting to become more aggressive with the folding of her clothes.

“Hey Nat, what are you doing?” Wanda asked in that small voice of hers, the one you found adorable.

“Packing. I’m going to see someone soon, some of my family that I lost in the blip.” The younger girl never knew Nat even had a family, she thought she lost all of them. Nat never told her about Yelena and she certainly never planned to. That was a secret kept for you and Clint only.

“Then, I have to go to the Barton’s and explain that I’m the reason their father and husband is dead.”

“You’re not the reason Clint’s dead.” “Don’t say his name.” Nat yelled out sternly. Wanda flinched a bit at her tone but regained herself, she didn’t want to seem like a scared kid around her.

“Well, I’m sure you’re not the reason he’s dead.” She scoffed in return and walked up to her, getting all up in her face as Wanda coward down.

“And how would you know? Did Y/N tell you? Or do you guys just talk about how much you love each other?” Nat’s nose flared and her fists were clenched together, a clear sign that she was pissed.

“N-no, we haven’t even talked to each other since-” The redhead cut her off before she could finish speaking.

“Since what? Since you kissed them? Even when knowing they’re with me?” Nat didn’t even know if that was true anymore, were you two still together? Did you even love her?

“I didn’t mean to, it just happened!”

“What so your lips just happened to go onto theirs? Tell me Wanda, did they kiss you back? Or did they push you away?” Even if you already told her the answer, she didn’t know if she could believe it or not. She trusted you, she always would, but she just wanted to know if you lied or not. She needed to know if she could trust you from now on, if there even would be a future with you two.

“For a moment, I thought she would kiss back, I thought I felt it, but she didn’t. She pushed me off, but I didn’t move. And when I finally got off of her, she yelled at me, I couldn’t blame her for that.” Nat nodded but didn’t look at her. She was glad you didn’t lie to her, but she was also mad that she even kissed you.

“So, you kissed them without their consent?” She knew the answer, yet she still asked. It was hard not to punch her in the face at the exact moment, but Nat resisted. Wanda deserved it, but she also felt like she did too. She felt so guilty making you pick between the two people you love, but it had to be done. She needed to be able to move on, with or without you.

“Yes, I did. But I feel terrible about it.” “Good, I’m glad you do.” Wanda knew Nat would be harsh but she never expected this. She was acting like she was the one who killed Clint, like she was the bad guy here.

“Now, if you’ll move, I have places to be.” Nat said as she shoved the other woman out of the way and pushed her way through the door.

“What about Y/N? Are you just not going to tell them?” Nat sighed and turned around, barely even making eye contact with her before speaking.

“I left a note, that’s good enough.” And with that, she left. She drove off to go see her sister, it was almost impossible to hide her nerves. She hadn’t seen Yelena in over five years, but now she finally would. She was also terrified to see the Barton’s. How could she look at Laura in the eyes and say her husband is dead because she didn’t fight hard enough? How could she stare her nieces and nephews in the eyes and tell them that their daddy wasn’t coming home? She knew what it was like to grow up without a parent, and the kids didn’t deserve that pain.

Her car came to a stop in front of Yelena’s apartment, she’s been texting her everyday since she lost her and when she finally received a text back, she cried. The two agreed to meet up and discuss everything as well as finally connecting once again.

“Hey.” Came from the blonde, it was overwhelming seeing each other again but she kept her cool. Nat rushed in and squeezed her so tightly, Yelena was surprised she didn’t die without how hard of a grip she had on her.

The two women bonded over some vodka and mac and cheese, talking about anything they could think of.

“Okay, something is clearly wrong. What is it?” Nat sighed but knew she couldn’t let it go, her sister would just keep persisting if she didn’t tell her.

“Well, I’m engaged-” “You’re what?! And you didn’t think to tell me until now?!” Yelena’s proud face soon went away with Nat’s clear saddened expression.

“Oh, is that not a good thing?”

“No, it is a good thing, I think. It’s just, they were dating someone before the blip, Wanda was her name. And then, she was gone for five years and I comforted them throughout that whole time. I knew they still loved her, but I just wanted to be with them. I thought that maybe, they’d fall in love with me instead and would forget about her, but that didn’t happen. And now, she’s back. And it’s clear that Y/N still loves her, Wanda even kissed them.” Yelena’s shocked face could’ve made Nat laugh, but she couldn’t.

“Did-did they kiss her back?” Nat shook her head and the woman sighed, grateful that Nat’s partner didn’t cheat.

“Well, they seem like a douchebag, why are you even still with them?”

“Because they’re not a douchebag, I love them. I love them more than anything, I’d kill for them.” The blonde blew out a breath and clasped her hands together, resting her head on them.

“Okay, let me get this straight, you love this person and they love you. They’re also in love with someone else after five years but stayed loyal to you? You also don’t want to let them go because you love them?” Nat looked down and nodded, she looked like a kid receiving a punishment.

“Well, I say you fight for them. Are you really going to let that chick take away your fiance? The person you love without even putting up a fight?” Nat thought for a moment, did you really deserve that? Did you deserve her fighting over you when you love another? Of course you did. She’d give up everything she ever loved for you, she had to get you back.

“You’re right. After I go to the Barton’s, I’ll talk to Y/N and I’ll get them back.” Yelena cheered lightly and the two fell back into their own small talk.

Before Nat left, she thanked her sister and messaged you, saying that she needs to talk to you when she returns. You were worried, it wasn’t everyday that Nat texted you something like that. You were in the middle of planning a nice dinner date for the two of you, something you wanted to surprise her with. Wanda basically left your mind as it was too hard to even think about her, you felt wrong and guilty. It’s not like you fell out of love with her, but you certainly were trying to.

Nat returned a day later and the moment she walked through the door, you ran up to greet her, almost tackling her with your tight gripped hug. Nat laughed lightly and put you down, it seemed like she was planning to lean in and give you a kiss but decided against it. You looked back into her eyes as you moved your vision from her lips, giving a small smile before leading her to her room. She was directed to unpack quickly and you rushed her upstairs.

“Where are we going?” She asked as you speed walked her through the halls into the elevator.

“The roof, I have something planned for you.”

“You planning on finally killing me?” You chuckled at her words and finally reached the roof. She looked around and saw fairy lights hanging up with a two seated table under it. There was food covered by those fancy looking bowls, she wondered where you got them. It was close to sunset and you pulled out the two chairs, guiding her to sit in one while you took the other one.

“What is all this?” Nat was still mesmerized by all of it, this is exactly the dream date idea she told you about before.

“I wanted to do something special for you, I hope you like it.” You said nervously, your leg bouncing up and down under the table.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” She took your hands and kissed the backs of them, making you blush.

“But, why did you do all this for me?” It was a question that she was trying to hold in, she hoped you didn’t do this for Wanda as well.

“Well, you deserve it. Think of this as a thank you, in a way, for everything you’ve done for me.” She let out a small ‘oh’ and removed her hands from your own. It wasn’t meant in the way she thought, it was just a pity date. Noticing her expression, you quickly explained yourself further.

“But, I also wanted to have this dinner with you so I could talk to you, or apologize to you. I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you, I never meant to hurt you, but that doesn’t excuse the fact that I did. When you first asked me out, I thought it wouldn’t last or you’d just help me get over Wanda, but I ended up falling in love with you. And, as much as I love Wanda, she could never come close to you. I want you, I need you in my life and as my wife. So, Natasha Romanoff, will you be my wife?” A ring came from under your seat where you hid it. Nat was shocked, she couldn’t move.

“But we’re already engaged? I proposed to you.” Nat said like it was obvious, well, it was. You chuckled lightly and grabbed her cold hand, kissing it like she did before.

“And now I’m proposing to you. You told me to make a choice, and I have, I choose you. I was able to live five years without Wanda, but I can’t live without you.” Tears escaped the woman before she nodded, repeatedly shouting out yes. You gave a teeth showing smile and placed the ring upon her finger, standing up only to be pushed back down with a forceful hold. She gripped onto you for dear life and cried into your shoulder. She couldn’t believe it, you chose her. You wanted her. You love her. And she loved you. She just wanted to marry you already, start a family with you, anything. She wanted it all, and she wanted it now.

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[bambinella]

Sulking

A/N: I have, like probably everyone else, been obsessed with Tears of the Kingdom, and while brainstorming a little with @otomiyaa​ I thought of this cute idea! Enjoy!

Summary: Link is depressed after being separated from Zelda yet again, and Rauru wants to motivate him a little.

Word count: 2186

Link was sitting on the ground in front of the Temple of Time, and he was sulking. One moment he had been exploring the ruins underneath Hyrule Castle with Zelda, the next moment his entire world had turned upside down. Zelda was gone. The Master Sword was gone. Ganondorf – or rather, the Lich King??? – had returned after being imprisoned for who knows how long. He had almost died, again. But worst of all? His whole right arm was gone. His fighting arm. All his abilities, skills, everything he had trained for, all of it was gone. And it had taken zero effort for the Lich King to do so. So in the end, he was just weak. Link clenched his fist tightly and bit his lip. He looked down at his new arm, which Rauru, the very first King of Hyrule, had given to him after saving his life. It felt… foreign. And while it was supposed to be powerful, it seemed to have lost its power as well. Perfect.

Rauru noticed Link’s sour mood and sighed. He couldn’t exactly blame him for it, though. The boy had had one hell of a day. He sat himself down on a rock next to Link, not sure what to say. “Are you alright, Link?” He asked. He could tell that the Hylian was depressed.

“...” 

“... Right, that’s about the answer I expected,” Rauru said with another sigh, and Link let out a grunt. He should be more amazed that the literal ghost of the very first King of Hyrule was talking to him, but he couldn’t get himself to care right now. After finally being reunited with Zelda, he had lost her yet again. What kind of knight was he, as he had failed to protect her for a second time now. Rauru looked at Link for a long second, almost sensing his worries. “You shouldn’t beat yourself up like that. Zelda’s going to be alright, Link. She’s alive,” He said, causing Link’s head to snap up. 

“Are you sure?? How can you know?” He asked, looking straight into Rauru’s eyes. There was an ancient wisdom in those eyes, and secrecy. And for some reason it gave Link some hope. 

“I just know.” Rauru said with a smile, and Link felt like he had been holding his breath for far too long. He let out a sigh and mustered a small smile. If Rauru said Zelda was alive, then he was willing to believe him. He was willing to do anything at that point.

“... Thanks, Goat Man,” Link said, his smile growing a little wider as he saw Rauru’s eyebrow twitch.

“Goat ma– ahem, you’re welcome Link. Now you must focus on what’s in front of you. You need to strengthen your new arm, by visiting and conquering the Shrines to seek out the Sacred Light,” Rauru said, and a frown reappeared on Link’s face. He was about to face about a thousand trials again, he realized. 

“Right… no time to waste, then,” He said, standing up as he made his way towards the first Shrine. He had done something similar a few years ago, it couldn’t be that hard right? Apparently it was that hard. While easily mastering half of the shrines and gaining new abilities, Link hated the Sky Islands, and they seemed to hate him just as much. He had lost count of how many times he had almost fallen off the edge at this point. He had been climbing on boxes, and suddenly those boxes had turned into a giant monster. And he didn’t even want to think about all the times he had created items, to help him on his way, only for them to flow off the edge by a sudden gust of wind. Needless to say, by the time he had reached the third Shrine, his sour mood had returned. Rauru, who had been waiting for Link there, raised an eyebrow. “You really need to smile more, you know,” He casually said, earning another grunt from Link who just walked towards him. “Shut up Goat Man,” He grumbled, stopping next to Rauru. “You didn’t fall off a boat made of logs, to swim after it while it sails away, only to fall off of it again at least three times in the past ten minutes.”

“I understand what you’re going through, truly. But you’re going to be alright, you just need to gain a little more control over your new arm and become stronger,” The King assured. Link rolled his eyes.

“Not to be rude, but I don’t think you know what I’m going through right now, Goa–” Link started, only to be interrupted by Rauru.

“Call me a goat again, see what happens,” He said, and it made Link look up for the first time. There was a serious look in Rauru’s eyes, but there was also a smile on his lips and a hint of… playfulness in his voice. And it sparked something within Link, who was usually known for being a menace with his childlike behavior from time to time. While Link hadn’t had the best of days so far, he couldn’t resist the little challenge in that sentence as a smirk tugged at his lips.

“Or what? I don’t think there’s much you can do as a ghost, you know… Goat Man,” Link said while putting his hands on his hips. Rauru shook his head while giving him a once over. The boy in front of him was naked except for an old skirt and some wear-down sandals, and he decided to push his luck? He had to give it to Link, he was courageous.

“Well… I did warn you,” He said, before making a single move with his arm. Link immediately felt, and saw, his new arm react to it, and before he knew it he was laying down on his back, his new arm attached to a boulder. Wait what.

“H-hey! Wha– how did you do that?!” Link cried out in surprise, tugging at his arm to free himself. Nothing, it didn’t budge at all. Rauru chuckled at that, kneeling down next to him. “Did you, perhaps, forget that this arm once belonged to me? I may no longer have a physical body, but that doesn’t mean I no longer get to control it. At least, control it enough to do that,” He said, casually pointing to Link’s position.

“... And why exactly did you do ‘that’?” Link managed to ask, raising one eyebrow at the former King. This earned another chuckle.

“Because you dared to challenge me, and you really need to smile more,” Rauru said, before using both his ghostly hands to dig into Link’s sides. The Hylian let out a strangled gasp and tried to hold his laughter, one of his arms immediately reaching down to grab Rauru’s wrist, only for his hand to go straight through it. Oh that was so unfair.

“W-wait! No stop! Hohohohow?! You’re a damn ghohohost!” Link almost growled as he fought to hold back his frantic giggles, his free hand hitting the air where the ghost was sitting. And for the first time Rauru grinned widely at him.

“Who do you think you’re talking to, boy? I have been here for much longer than you can imagine, I do have some tricks up my sleeve. Besides, I was sitting on a stone earlier without falling through it, you really should have noticed,” He smiled, moving his large hands up and down Link’s flanks. The ghostly touch was feathery light, and it made Link’s skin tingle wherever it got touched. 

“Bwaahahaha! S-stohohop! Dohohon’t tihihihickle mehehehehe!” Link had no chance of holding back his laughter any longer. His skin was on fire because of the phantom tickles, and a blush spread on his cheeks. He had been ticklish for as long as he could remember, and while Zelda discovering this little fact had been one of the happiest moments of his life, right now it was biting him in the ass.

“Oh but I strongly feel like you need this,” Rauru countered, moving his hands under the swordsman’s arms. Link let out an undignified shriek and burst into loud laughter, his arm immediately wrapping around himself. This, however, did nothing to stop Rauru, although it felt weird to squish a ghost’s hand.

“NOHHOHOHOHO STOHOHOHOP! IHIHIHI’LL KIHIHIHILL YOU!” He cried out while thrashing on the ground, realizing a little too late it was probably a stupid thing to threaten him. How did one kill a ghost in the first place? None of his thoughts mattered as the ticklish sensations continued to bombard his brain, sending him into a helpless fit of renewed laughter.

“Oh? Kill me, hm? Did you also forget that I’m a ghost? And how exactly are you going to kill me if you can’t even get up from the ground, Sir Giggles?” Rauru asked with a teasing smile, scribbling his ghostly nails a little faster into his armpits. When Link couldn’t properly threaten him anymore due to laughing too fast, he pulled his hands away to grant the boy a break. “Ohoho fuck… ahaha… you suhuhuck!” Link whined with a giggle, panting slightly as he caught his breath. Stupid goat. The King let out a laugh at that and shook his head again.

“Even in this position you’re still throwing insults, huh? Guess you don’t know when to quit, although that seems to be a positive side of you,” Rauru said, earning another eye-roll of the Hylian. He took a moment to take another good look at the Hylian in front of him, especially his shoulder and chest. While it had only been a few hours, Link’s body had already completely absorbed and adjusted to the new arm, despite Link not having full control over it yet. Link didn’t look tall or strong or intimidating, but his ability to adapt and overcome was his true strength. Rauru was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of giggling, only then noticing that his claw was gently tracing the dark lines on his chest and ribs.

“Stohohop! Dahahamn you gohohohoat! Thahahahat tihihickles!” Link cried out in protest, embarrassed about the fact that a simple, light touch was enough to make him burst into giggles. Rauru noticed and smirked.

“My my, you really are ticklish, huh? This is enough to make you laugh? What if an enemy learned of your sensitivity, however would you survive?” Rauru teased, speeding up his fingers to really tickle him. Link cackled and threw his head back, attempting to wiggle his new arm side to side to try and dislodge himself from the boulder. However, whenever he got close to freedom, Rauru snuck his claws into his helpless underarm and tickled him until he lost concentration. The tips of his ears were red from both laughter and blushing at the teasing.

“Yohohou’re– AHAHAHA! You’re kihihihilling meehehehe! Lehehet me uuuuhuhuhup!!” He shrieked, once again reaching for one of Rauru’s hands with his free arm. Before he managed to do so, though, he felt his wrist being pinned.

“Hm, should I let you up? I might need to think about this for a while longer,” The King pretended to consider it, while raking his claw up and down Link’s taut stomach. If Link had been laughing and struggling before, it was nothing in comparison. The knight let out a roar of laughter while arching his back, kicking his legs wildly as he tugged at both his arms. Zelda loved to randomly tickle his stomach, since it was his most ticklish spot and it would send him into a giggle-fit if caught off guard. He usually never fought back, because he enjoyed being tickled, but now he was fighting for his life.

“PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T! IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” Link howled with laughter, yet genuinely looked happy as he had a massive smile on his face. While Rauru was starting to feel a little sorry for him, he couldn’t help but smile at the expression and decided to keep going for a little while longer. When Link no longer had the energy to struggle and was simply laughing his heart out, Rauru finally pulled away.

“Now, I hope this taught you a little lesson. Are you done sulking?” Rauru asked with a smirk as he moved his hand, releasing Link from the boulder. The knight didn’t move and let out a huff, yet still smiled.

“I guess… thanks, Rauru,” He mumbled with a blush. The King blinked, before smirking a little wider.

“You take a minute to recover from this vicious attempt to kill you,” He playfully jabbed, earning another huff from the Hylian. “I’ll be waiting at the next Shrine for your arrival. Oh, and Link?” He said, turning around to face the knight, who had stood up.

“Hm?”

“I gave you that arm for a reason, you know. I truly believe you will manage.” He said with a smile, before vanishing. Link stood there for a moment, carefully considering those words, before moving on towards the next Shrine. Yet this time he wore a smile and a look of determination. 

[kittyofalltrades]

merry ficmas, darling x

I would love to see some fake dating at a company holiday party with General Hux. and you know me, I want it smutty.

please and thanks 🖤

Mandatory Christmas Fun

A morale building Christmas party with the first order.

Words: 2186

beta: @welcometostayingawake (ILY!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Rating: explicit 18+ only minors DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: Pet names (Pet), Fingering, Oral (f rec), Unprotected PinV wrap it before you tap it!!!!!, creampie

Hux sneered for the third time that night when somebody approached to greet you. You were his date to the ridiculous Christmas party, the party he hadn’t wanted to come to, but the Supreme Leader had required it to build morale. So, at the last second, while you were passing him a datapad, he’d blurted out his invitation to you.

“The office holiday party- I’d like you to be my date,” he’d grumbled, barely able to keep the sneer off his face or out of his voice.

“Are you asking me on a date?” you’d asked slowly, wide eyed. You’d never expected General Hux to acknowledge your presence, let alone ask you out.

“No, Captain, I am asking you to be my companion for the evening. Nothing remotely romantic,” he clarified. 

His clarification hurt your feelings, as you’d been harboring a crush on your tall ginger commander since you first started working on the same star destroyer. His slender frame, long-fingered hands and steel-blue eyes were seared in your brain. Even his sneer made your heart flutter with excitement. You’d thought he’d eventually see you as an asset or at least a woman giving you an opening, but no. Now, here he was telling you there was nothing remotely romantic possible between you two. Fine. 

“I’ll go on this fake date with you, but only on one condition: I want a transfer,” you told him. 

He quirked an eyebrow at you, but nodded his agreement at your request. Hux wouldn’t file the paperwork until after the party just in case you changed your mind. He didn’t want to lose somebody as efficient or thorough as you. 

Later that evening, when he saw you dressed for the party, he regretted agreeing to your terms. He didn’t know where you’d conjured the sparkly red dress you wore, but it hugged your curves, giving a tantalizing glimpse of what was usually hidden under your uniform. He spent a few long seconds staring at your cleavage before offering you his arm, guiding you to the banquet hall. Hux tried not to dwell on the fact that it had been months since he’d had something other than his hand or the fact you were practically wrapped up for him pretty as a picture as the two of you walked to the hall. 

“You look nice,” You told him, taking in the white button-up shirt and dark pants he wore. He brushed off the compliment because he felt it was too close to his uniform, as he didn’t own many casual clothes.

The banquet hall was lively for an event that was considered mandatory fun, trees and twinkling  lights lined the hall while off duty troopers circulated with trays of food and drinks. When a droid carrying a tray of drinks passed by, Hux grabbed two flutes and quickly passed one over to you. After your second drink, you made a valiant effort to make small talk, but Hux only responded with one word answers. Soon your attention turned to your friends that were flitting around the room and Hux lost himself in thoughts of how pretty you looked in the red dress. 

Your laugh pulled Hux from his thoughts. Some lower ranked officer was trying to flirt with you even with his arm draped around you. He shifted his hand to your waist, pulling you tight to him in a possessive gesture that sent the other officer scurrying away. 

“Why the hell did you do that?” you hissed at him. He wasn’t going to fulfill your needs so why would he run off somebody that would?

“You’re my date,” he said smoothly. “And I don’t take kindly to others toying with my possessions.”

“Your date? Barely. All you’ve done is sneer and ignore me the entire evening. If this was a proper date, I’d have ditched you two hours ago,” you told him harshly. “I am ditching you the second those transfer papers go through. I’m out of here and away from you.”

“You’re transferring to get away from me?” Hux asked inquisitively. He hadn’t expected that revelation.

“Yes, away from you! You arrogant, selfish, self-centered, egomaniac that didn’t notice the girl that went above and beyond for you for two years straight. Making sure you were taken care of, dealing with Kylo Ren so you wouldn’t have to. Even fucking Ren told me you didn’t appreciate me. Do you know how embarrassing it is for the man that kills for sport to say that?” You inhaled sharply to catch your breath, making your chest heave quickly. 

Hux arched an eyebrow at your tirade, which set you off again. 

“Then you ask me out, getting my hopes up just to dash them in the same breath. A date, but not an actual date, just another thing to keep up appearances. Then when I turn my attention to somebody that wants me, you decide to be a massive fucking cockblock,” you ranted angrily.

The drinks you’d had loosened your lips far more than you would have liked but there was no going back from this. Turning on your heel, you stormed out of the banquet hall, away from him and the people that just heard you rip into the highest ranking officer on the star destroyer. You swore when you realised that you’d probably just ruined your entire life and career over an unrequited crush. Once in the clear, you leaned against the nearest wall and covered your face with your hands, wondering how you’d ever come back from this.

“That language is unbefitting of an officer of your station,” Hux’s stern voice said from in front of you.

“I’m assuming you wouldn’t take kindly to me telling you to fuck off then,” you asked from behind your hands. The last patience you had for him had worn thin earlier in the evening.

“No, I wouldn’t. We are going to discuss your little outburst,” Hux hissed. He gripped your arm and practically dragged you into the nearest abandoned office. He pulled you deeper into the dark room, leaving you barely able to see save for a nearby control panel.

“What do you want to discuss, Si–” Hux’s lips crushing against yours stopped your words in an instant. He kissed you urgently, working his lips against yours in a feverish, desperate manner. He swiftly pushed his tongue past your lips, licking into your mouth eagerly, tasting you. Responding to his advances, a surprised ‘mmph’ left you as you kissed him back. While your tongues tangled together, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him tighter to your body, wanting to feel every inch of him. 

Without breaking the kiss, Hux hoisted you up onto the control panel, backlighting you to perfection. You felt a few switches pressing into your ass but you couldn’t be bothered when he knelt between your legs. He looked up at you from under his long lashes while he worked his hand up your thighs. You bit your lip in anticipation, as you’d been waiting for this moment for years. When his hands stopped at the edge of your dress, you gave him a soft whine of frustration. You shimmied your hips closer to his face trying to motivate him to move further up, to touch you where you needed but he remained frozen in place watching you. 

“Please. I want you,” you pleaded. 

Hux nodded his understanding with a quiet “I know” and pushed his hands up your skirt to snag your panties, pulling them off quickly. You watched as he brought your leg up to his shoulder staring at your pussy in lust. He lifted his hand, running his slender finger from your clit down to your slit and collecting your juices. He brought his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean, and the groan he let out made the action seem even more obscene. 

Hux buried his face in your pussy, making messy work of you while he ate your pussy like it was his last meal. He licked across your slit, enjoying the taste of you before slowly dragging his tongue across your clit. He repeated the process twice more before dedicating his time to spelling out his name on your clit with his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure through you. General Armitage Hux was spelled out repeatedly while you shuddered above him, whining desperately for more.

“Hux–more, please,” you pleaded while you reached down to grip his ginger locks.

You felt him smile against your clit before he pulled away. He applied his thumb to your clit working small lazy circles against your sensitive nub with a devilish smile. “Ask nicer than that, pet,” Hux cooed up at you. Of course he would call you that. “Tell me how much you want my cock. How you want me to send you back to the party dripping.”

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you begged him.

“Please what, pet?” he asked gently. 

“Fuck me, please…. give me your cock… I need it.”

Hux pulled his finger away from your clit, tapping your lips with the slick coated digit. You sucked his fingers clean, tasting yourself and making him groan again as your tongue swirled around his digits. “We are going to have to work on your manners, but for now that will do.”

He pulled you off the control panel, spinning you around to bend you over the cool metal. You whined when your chest made contact with random buttons and controls. You heard the rustle of clothes followed by the clink of his belt hitting the floor, anticipation running through your bones. He ran his finger across your soaked slit before pushing two fingers into your sopping core, moaning at how tight and wet you were for him.

He moaned louder when you worked back onto his fingers chasing your own pleasure while he watched. Hux had heard the eagerness in your voice but seeing it in action was entirely different. He added a third finger to your hole and his cock gave a twitch when you moaned obscenely. 

You rocked your hips backwards against him, feeling your orgasm building quickly. The filthy sound that surrounded you spurred you on faster. “Cum for me, pet,” Hux told you while he brushed his thumb over your clit. That sent you into a spiral, stars flashing across your vision as pleasure overcame you making your legs tremble while you came.

You slumped against the control panel, closing your eyes against the light that suddenly seemed too bright for your eyes. Hux pulled his fingers from your pussy and tapped the head of his cock against your clit, pulling a whimper from you. He lined up with your entrance and snapped his hips forward filling you in one smooth motion, your arousal making it easy for him. He drew out almost fully, snapping his hips forward filling you again, his hands pressing your lower back into the table. With each snap of his hips into you, your musical moans filled his ears.

He gripped you shoulders, pulling you upright and setting a punishing pace into your cunt. His groans in your ear were driving you toward your release quicker than you expected. He held you tight to his chest, pulling a high, broken sound from you as he sank his teeth into your skin, effectively marking you.

“Cum on my cock, pet,” He growled into your neck. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing small, fast circles intent on forcing you over the edge. 

Your orgasm hit you like a runaway speeder and you came screaming on Hux’s cock, making your legs give out and your body twitch. Hux didn’t stop thrusting, he held you in place and kept fucking you roughly, using you for his own pleasure. Your third orgasm slowly crept up on you while he held you tight against his body. 

“Gonna cum in this pretty pussy and send you back to the party. I’m gonna make you talk to that officer while my cum leaks out of you,” he groaned against your ear. 

Your peak washed over you weakly with a strangled moan at the filthy image he painted and this time you felt Hux’s cock twitch as a flood of warmth shot inside you. He released you, letting you sag onto the control panel while you both struggled to catch your breath.

He pulled out of you as he caught his breath. Once he tucked himself away, he helped you off the control panel and back into your panties, tidying you up. When the two of you were dressed again, he grasped your hand and pulled you out of the room back toward the banquet hall and the party.

“Oh, by the way, your transfer request is denied,” He told you with a soft smile that left you blinking dumbly with your heart in your throat. 

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

This time when you returned to the party to mingle, there was no more sneering, and you even pulled a few soft laughs from him. Maybe this fake date hadn’t been a bust after all.

[ao3feed-scorbus]

The Cursed Children

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/QtvBzwX by oddly_reclusive Even the Wizarding World isn't free from biases, and the students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry are no exception. Children of war heroes and ex-Death Eaters alike face the challenge of rising above the worth assigned to their name. But what are they supposed to do when society only sees the worst in them? alternatively; an exploration of Albus' years at Hogwarts navigating the throes of growing up in the face of relentless expectations (aka my cursed child rewrite because what was that) Words: 2186, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, James Sirius Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Rose Weasley, Hugo Weasley, Delphi (Harry Potter) Relationships: Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Severus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Severus Potter, Albus Severus Potter & Harry Potter, Albus Severus Potter & Rose Weasley, Albus Severus Potter & James Sirius Potter & Lily Luna Potter, Albus Severus Potter & Ginny Weasley, Delphi & Scorpius Malfoy & Albus Severus Potter Additional Tags: Fix-It, Not Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Compliant, Harry Potter Next Generation, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, They have daddy issues your honor, Family Feels, Sibling Bonding, Albus Severus Potter Needs a Hug, like seriously get that boy in therapy, Fluff and Angst, Developing Relationship, Character Development, because rose had none and that's bogus, Canonical Character Death, sorry astoria, Father-Son Relationship, and it's messy af, Voldemort is Not Delphi's Parent (Harry Potter), Scorbus, No beta we die like Cedric Diggory read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60768232

[hoonieyun]

we can't be friends...

“we can’t be friends...”

pairing: johnny suh x reader “y/n”

genre: angst/toxic relationship

plot: your relationship with johnny is complicated, if the word relationship is even a word you could call what the two of you have. maybe it’s better if you two weren't in a relationship… or even friends.

warning: profanity and mentions of sex - MDNI 

notes: haven’t written something in a while and ariana grande’s new album has me in my feels TT - parts in italics are lyrics from ariana’s song “we can’t be friends” copyright goes to her and the writers of that song

word count: 2186

these days your carpet floor is a lot more comfortable than your own bed. your bed harbored so many memories and laying in it only intensified those memories running around in your head. you constantly thought about the good times with johnny; whenever he’d show up at your apartment in the middle of the night with your favorite takeout after a boy broke your heart, or when he’d pretend to be your boyfriend whenever some asshole at the club would get touchy. the good times were good, but the bad times were… terrible. 

you don’t know how you got here. everything was so normal a few days ago but suddenly it boiled over into the mess that it is now. imagine a time where you had everything you wanted, but you still weren’t happy. you and johnny have known each other for 6 years, since college, but it never went anywhere; although you hoped it would. 

the two of you tried dating during your senior year of college but it got so stressful that after 3 months you called it quits; deciding that being friends would be a lot better. the two of you occasionally would still sleep with each other, but you strictly kept it with no strings attached. which leaves you wondering; who caught feelings first and when?

me and my truth, we sit in silence

you’ve been on the floor for a few hours now. changing your position from laying on the floor near your bed to sitting up leaned against your nightstand. your neck was starting to ache but it didn’t compare to the splitting migraine you had. you rubbed your neck to your temples when you realized your throat hurt a bit. not sure if it was because you had been crying all night or because you haven’t spoken all day. scared that if you said something it would solidify the circumstance you found yourself in; afraid that you’d never recover from this. you didn’t know who to turn to, when you grabbed your phone to find someone to call, your fingers instinctively made its way to johnny’s contact in your phone “big bear” but you couldn’t bring yourself to press call or even send a text, just staring at the last message you sent, “we can’t be friends anymore”.

a part of you wants to blame johnny, that it’s all his fault for treating you the way he did. he always confused you. he’d take you out on fancy dates, tell you to dress pretty, and surprise you with a candlelight dinner; everything a loving boyfriend would do, but then he wouldn’t talk to you for a few days then he’d show up out of nowhere, drunk and talking about the girl he just fumbled and how he was never going to find someone to spend the rest of his life with.

it wasn’t always like this. you used to be best friends, something like from a movie, but the last few days it’s felt like the two of you were complete strangers. you toss your phone after staring at his contact and release a deep sigh. deciding to get up from your spot and find something productive to do. it took so much out of you to stand up, the floor had been your safe space and leaving it meant only to relive the trauma of last night. 

you walked out of your bedroom and made your way to the living room, spotting the broken picture frame at the end of the hallway. you bent down to pick up the pieces of glass but got distracted at the photo. it was a photo of you and johnny at your sister’s wedding. he stepped up as your date when you found out your ex boyfriend wasn’t actually abroad studying medicine but was taking care of his wife and child you knew nothing about. the memory brought a smile to your face because you remember walking out of your apartment, trying to suck in all of your tears, when you saw johnny. there he stood in a suit and tie, he’d never looked so good and all you did was run into his arms and continue crying. he held you and in the moment nothing mattered or existed besides the two of you. 

you placed all of the broken shards of glass into the trash and left the photo on your coffee table. it didn’t feel real, there was a hole in your wall next to the front door, a glass of wine spilt on the carpet, and the memories of last night flooding in even harder than before. 

-last night- 

i didn’t think you’d understand me

“are you fucking kidding me, y/n?” johnny yelled from outside your front door. he had been out there for 10 minutes, trying to get you to open the door after you sent him that text message. 

“just go home johnny, it’s almost 1am!” you yelled back but all it did was make him slam his fist into the door. “go home-” you were in the middle of your sentence when he yells back “open the fucking door!”. a part of you knew that you shouldn’t, you knew that opening the door would only cause more problems, and that opening the door would be the end of everything you loved with johnny. *click* and the door swung open to a drunken johnny, leaning his head on his arm over your doorframe. he slowly looks up at you, making eye contact. “what?” he asks. you scoff at him and turn around, “all that bullshit and all you have to say is what?” he follows you into your living room, lazily shutting the front door. 

“come on, don’t be like this.” he says, almost begging. “like what?” you respond, knowing that his next words would only anger you further. “like this! emotional but never using your words! you expect too much out of me, how am i supposed to know what you want!” he yells. you stare at him, johnny’s chest rising up and down, faster with each breath as if he ran here. “you know what your problem is johnny?” you question him. “you don’t know how to take accountability for when you fuck up. and all you do is fuck up!” you start walking towards, pointing your finger up towards his face. 

“you want me to communicate better? well here! you’re an asshole! i hate when you act like you know everything, especially about me, because guess what! you don’t know shit!” your voice was now higher than it should, not a care in your mind if you wake any of your neighbors. your face is inches closer to johnny’s, close enough to feel his breath. you pressed your finger into his chest with every word, backing him up against the wall. “you don’t care about me, you care about having me around so that i’m there for you whenever you need someon-” 

“what the hell are you talking about? of course i care about you!” he cuts you off. “if i didn't care about you would i be here right now?” he questions you. “you’re only here because you know you fucked up not because you care about me. you care that i’m angry at you not because you care about my feelings but because you can’t stand to know that you’re the reason i’m upset and you don’t even know why. you never know why because you’ll do whatever it takes to change my mind, you’ll kiss me, get in my pants, buy me gifts, just so that i won’t be angry at you anymore but you never apologize and you never know what you did. so don’t ever, for a second think, that you care about me. you may have cared about me then but you don’t now. and you haven’t for a while.” tears were pouring down your face, throat sore from yelling, and all johnny could do was look at you. look down at you. 

the two of you stand in silence for a few moments before johnny grabs your face and brings you into a kiss. flipping the two of you over so that your back was against the wall. you push him off of you, johnny almost tripping over the coffee table; knocking over your glass of wine. “i don’t get it, we used to be best friends. we did everything together” johnny finally speaks. 

“how did we get here? why did you have to text me that? i thought we agreed no strings attached?” you sloppily wipe the tears off your face, mascara smearing, and after a deep breath, you respond. “you don’t treat a “friend” the way you treat me. you’ve said it yourself in the past.” and the memory of that night replays in both of your heads. 

the night of your sister’s wedding, at the reception, the two of you were outside in the garden watching the stars. “you know i could probably be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, i already treat you way better than those dickheads and i’m only your best friend” he says and it makes you question what the two of you are. you chuckle, “yeah right, we tried that and we were both too stupid to understand each other outside of our favorite alcohol and sex.” you playfully slap his chest. you were going to look into his eyes when a shooting start catches your eye, “look!” you point towards it. you slap his chest a couple more times excitedly, “make a wish!”. you close your eyes and clasp your hands closed together, like a child making a wish on their birthday before blowing out the candles. 

what you didn’t see was that before you essentially rejected his subtle offer to date again, he was looking at you instead of the stars in the sky. now he watches you fondly from behind, smiling and admiring your eagerness to make a wish on the shooting star. you begin to turn around and he quickly shuts his eyes to make it seem like he was wishing upon a star the whole time. you skip towards him and wrap your arms under his, “so what’d you wish for?” you ask. johnny scoffs, “like i’d ever tell you, then it won’t come true” he says while playfully rolling his eyes. 

it may seem like he didn’t make a wish in that short time but he wished that the two of you would end up together, spend the rest of your lives together, and grow old together. unfortunately, for johnny, he should’ve known better to wish upon a star. 

the memory of that night, under the stars, leaves you in tears again. johnny explains that he’s always wished the two of you ended up together, that even if he said jokingly, he meant it wholeheartedly, but if only you knew that. 

“i can’t do this anymore.” johnny breaks the silence. you look up at him and he’s walking towards you. “tell me now, what do you want to do? i know you love me y/n and you know i love you, but if this is going to happen between us we need to…” you cut him off. “no…” your back pressed up against the wall again, noses touching in your close proximity. “we can’t be friends… not when the two of us are like this.” you respond. you feel johnny’s warm breath leave his mouth and for a moment everything was silent and there was a ringing in your ear. only to realize johnny had punched a hole in the wall right beside your head. tears begin to spill out of your eyes, almost uncontrollably. you slide down the wall and hug yourself, at this point your bawling your eyes out. johnny releases his hand from the cavity in the wall he created. 

without saying anything… he leaves. 

you spend a few more minutes crying before you get up to continue crying in your room. you pass the framed photo of the two of you in the hallway, hastily grabbing it off the wall, sending it crashing behind you into the dark hallway. almost like saying goodbye to the idea of you two.

-present-

your eyes have become glassy, after recalling the moments of last night. you're shaken out of your thoughts when your phone rings. a short one, indicating it’s a text. dreading to know who it may be from, you make your way back to your room. reaching under your bed to grab your phone after you threw it under there. 

a text from “big bear” shines bright on your phone: i’ll wait for your love. 

if he had sent that text a day earlier he wouldn’t even have to wait for your love, you were ready to give it to him and only him. but after the events of the last few days, maybe the only person you should be giving your love to is yourself.

so for now it’s only me, and maybe that’s all i need… 

copyright 2024 - present © hoonieyun fka jjhyn all rights reserved

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

[glossyybabie]

confidence and obedience

Summary: You refuse to take no for an answer.

Warnings: Implications of starvation, i.e. the Dark Days™. Reader is a little morally grey. Gaul is intimidating in her own fun and festive way. Gender neutral reader. SFW.

Word count: 2186

Notes: I’m gay and it’s my birthday. I have absolutely no shame. I’ve also seen TBOSAS twice now thanks to my sister’s love of Tom Blyth. I love scary women.

If there was ever a word that fully described you, assertive would not be it. You shied away from confrontation at every chance you got. You always had. You’d survived on a small stock of grains and syrup for the duration of the Dark Days, purely because you didn’t want to argue with the other students in your household about who would be allocated how much of the measly amount of food they’d bring back from the market.

And it was pathetic. You knew that. You hated it about yourself.

But as you stared at what you’d hoped to be your breakthrough out of poverty — an application for the Gamemaker Scholarship Scheme — and the text at the bottom, something changed immediately.

Because this had been it. Your chance to turn your life around, to move out of that stuffy, decrepit house you shared with 15 others, to make something out of yourself like you’d always dreamed of. You were booksmart. You were quiet and calculating when you needed to be. You had this job in the bag.

And they’d flat-out rejected you.

You looked down at your handheld device’s cracked screen, and then back up towards the Citadel. A shining beacon of the Capitol — oh, that building was glorious. You knew you had to be here. This was it. This would be everything.

And you were done with taking no for an answer, you were through with smiling and taking the hits. You’d get this. You wanted this, more than anything before. This was what truly mattered now. This was . . .

Your throat seized up.

You’d been so caught up amongst your own thoughts, so preoccupied with your ideas of taking back control and standing up for yourself and your desires — but you were here now. And as you stood stupidly past the doors of Dr Gaul’s laboratory, the gravity of the situation came spiralling back to you.

No wonder the Peacekeepers had waved you straight through — with that silly look of faux confidence on your face, they can’t have possibly taken you seriously. You weren’t a security threat; you were a petulant child with a driving licence.

An extra detail you’d added onto your application. You could drive, too. Not that it mattered now, apparently.

“Step up here.”

It was Dr Gaul. Of course it was. This was the Head Gamemaker’s lab. And you’d just stormed in during the midst of your internal rampage. Because apparently placing a well-worded complaint on the front desk wasn’t enough. No, you’d-

“Well?”

Gaul’s cold voice broke you out of your thoughts immediately. She stood on a metal grate platform just a few feet off the ground, peering down into a glass cylinder reminiscent of an oversized fish tank. She didn’t turn to regard you with any sort of look. She was virtually motionless, leaning back against the metal railing with her gaze lowered.

You hesitated replying. “Me?”

“You are the only other person in this room,” Gaul responded plainly.

She gestured a shiny red gloved hand towards the empty space next to her. You could turn around and leave. You could, you really could. But turning around and leaving would be accepting your position, and wasn’t that exactly what you’d decided not to do?

Your feet were carrying you forward before you could give them the order to do so. You weren’t sure what you’d expected from a biology lab; possibly a nasal-burning stench of chemicals, combined with strange biological experiments, like the kind you’d only ever catch a glimpse of at the end of the games. Despite the lack of the former, there were plenty of the latter. You ogled at the glass display cases, and the shelves upon shelves of jars and tanks in various sizes, none of them empty.

You became aware of yourself and hurried forward towards the stairs. Each rattling step you took reverberated across the room gratingly. Your heart pounded against your chest. And as you reached the top of the platform, your feeling of self-loathing and idiocy only increased.

Maybe Gaul could see that on your face. Far be her response from reassurance, of course. Because she would be right to look at you with such disdain, like a speck of dirt from her shoe.

This was a really bad idea. The reasons to regret this were starting to stack up. Not to mention the fact that you weren’t even sure if Gaul had anything to do with those applications. That probably went through some other department. You were probably bothering a woman who had absolutely nothing to do with your current dilemma.

You stared at the item in her hands. She opened up a little plastic handheld container and used a small pair of tweezers to extract a single vibrant teal larva. It wriggled and squirmed uselessly.

“I have an almost infinite supply of these,” Gaul mused aloud. She twisted her hand around, inspecting the slimy creature under the lights. “Unremarkable. Simple. Existing only as a crucial piece of the food chain.”

She loosened the tweezers, and the larva dropped into the body of water in front of them. You watched it sink, and then it was gone. The tank was empty again within a second — not so much as a speck to indicate anything had been dropped inside in the first place. The water bubbled, though; not visibly, but a soft vibration that hummed against the soles of your feet.

“If you wanted to stare at wildlife, the zoo was probably your best bet,” she suggested, pinching another larva from her stash.

You shuffled away from the ominous tank. “No, I . . .” You swallowed. Chin up. Shoulders back. If other people could do it, then so could you. “You rejected me. From the Gamemaker Scholarship.”

“I reject many people. Many unremarkable people.” As if to prove her point, she dropped the next larva into the water and watched it vanish. “You must have not left a lasting impression.”

“But one of my–”

“Childish complaints are received by the front desk,” Gaul interjected sharply. The container in her hand closed with a click, and for the first time, she cast you a glance. You felt dizzy under her intense gaze, like she was pinning you down through her eyes. “And then the paper shredder.”

“This isn’t a childish complaint,” you protested, the corners of your lips curling up in frustration. “I meet the entry criteria perfectly, I scored 96% on the aptitude test–”

“Over 2,000 applicants scored higher than you,” she remarked. It was as if she took some kind of sadistic enjoyment in making you feel so small. “So why you? What makes you so special?”

You didn’t know what to say. You tongue was caught in your mouth. You were as useless and silly as a squirming larva. They probably had more use than you.

“Because I’m here,” you tried. You couldn’t muster up the confidence to back up your argument with any conviction. “Unlike anyone else you rejected, I’m here to ask you to reconsider.”

You inhaled deeply, watching her unmoving face in the faint hope that an expression would flit across her cruel, haunting features. The lines on her face creased with the movement of a faint sneer, and if you paid close enough attention, you could see her gaze narrowing. Her left eye caught the light, making the twinkling blue of her irises appear almost translucent.

“Good,” she praised you, her response soft. Your heart fluttered, and then collapsed in on itself once she uttered her next word. “Why?”

“Because . . . I want this position,” you said. You weren’t so much responding, more so thinking out loud. “Because I worked for it. Harder than anyone else. I deserve it.”

“If you deserved it, you wouldn’t be here,” Gaul countered dryly, “grovelling and whining about how unfair the system is.”

“But I do,” you pressed. “I deserve it. I spent months looking through research papers on the games. I put myself through 3 years of Genetic Engineering classes at the University, which I had to fund by working from 4 until 12 every night, and that was just for a chance to have my application read.”

“This isn’t Panem’s Got Talent,” she drawled, accompanied by an active display of disinterest. Well, this was mortifying. “I am not moved by tales of human suffering. Or did you believe otherwise?”

“I didn’t come here to tell you my life story,” you continued stubbornly. You felt like you were digging your own grave now. But then again, what was the worst she could do? . . . You looked into the tank and gulped. “I came here to tell you . . . you made a mistake in rejecting me.”

Gaul wasn’t listening. She inclined her head towards the tank, casting her gaze towards you with a cold smile. “Put your hand inside.”

It wasn’t a request; it was an order. A blunt, callous command. One she clearly expected you to obey.

You looked down at your own hand, and then at the tank, and then back at your own palm. You weren’t sure what to feel more astonished by — the fact that Gaul had made that request, or that you were genuinely considering doing so.

“And if I do,” you began, “you’ll give me the position?”

“All I asked was that you put your hand inside this tank,” Gaul repeated herself coolly. “Go on.”

You sank to your knees. It brought your eyes closer to the clear pool of water. You didn’t know what lurked inside. You didn’t feel safe enough to ask. But whatever it was, it was clearly predatory.

You started to lower your hand inside on your own volition. The tips of your fingers brushed against the icy surface first. You tested the sensation out against your skin, uncertain. Gaul’s icy glare pierced holes in the back of your head.

She’d moved behind you. She was dangerously close. So close, you could feel her brush against you. So close, you could feel her light breaths against the side of your neck. So close, she could easily grab you and push you in.

“To the wrist.”

You dunked your entire hand into the water without a second thought and squeezed your eyes closed in anticipation. You prepared yourself for the worst, even the smallest suggestion of pain.

But your nerves didn’t experience so much as a light tickle. The water was still. It didn’t hum the way it had. You wiggled your fingers experimentally. There was nothing to suggest you should recoil. Not yet.

“Why did you do that?” Gaul asked calmly.

You slowly lifted your hand out. Water dripped down your fingers and back into the tank. Your skin was unbroken and unharmed. Cold though, maybe.

You swallowed, somewhat afraid to turn around. “You asked me to.”

“I know I did,” she responded. You could still sense her presence, towering over you as your knees pressed into the uncomfortable platform. “But why did you obey without knowing the consequences?”

“Because . . .” You fumbled over your words again. “Because I really do want the position. I want to study under you.”

She hummed shortly. You briefly wondered if that was a dismissal, but some kind of curiosity kept you rooted to the spot. You weren’t finished yet. Not until you’d gotten an answer you had come here for.

You listened to her footsteps as she drifted away from you again. She’d been a lot closer than you’d thought. You shivered.

“I can offer you this,” she started. You stared up at her dumbly. She paid you no mind. “A simple lab technician role. Menial tasks for small pay. You say you want this position? You’ll have a year to convince me.”

A year to convince her? You weren’t sure how to even begin processing that, nor the dark undertones her suggestion carried. You weren’t sure for how long you would be able to handle her close attention and piercing scrutiny for until you cracked, nor what the consequences of that could be. Gaul was as forgiving and merciful as you were confident.

But that aside, this wasn’t what you came here for. This wasn’t the result you’d fantasised about. Not initially, anyway.

But then again, you supposed that employment was the next task on your realistic list at the back of your mind, so . . .

You stood up again, using the railing behind you for support. “500k a year.”

“We pay 425k,” Gaul told you.

“I know,” you said. “500.”

“425 with 27 days holiday.”

“36 hours.”

“40.”

“38.”

“And a confidentiality agreement,” she added. “We can’t have the other failures thinking that complaining will get them somewhere.”

“Isn’t that what I did?” you asked, confused.

She hummed a laugh that lacked any kind of joviality or warmth. It was blisteringly cold, mocking. Something was amusing to her, something that had gone directly over your head. A mystery that would unnerve you. 

“You’ll start next week,” Gaul said dismissively. She batted a careless hand for you to leave. “Make me believe you want this.”

You shuddered and nodded obediently.

An easy task, you lied to yourself. 

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Early Rise

by Nob7

Ever since Izuku discovered he was quirkless he began to analyse the quirks of others, so what he to do when All Might himself not only tells him about his quirk, but decides to give it to him?

Or, Izuku analyse One For All the day All Might declare him as his successor, that makes him discover things much earlier.

Izuku is 1 year older.

Words: 2186, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, David Shield, Melissa Shield, Nedzu (My Hero Academia), Torino Sorahiko | Gran Torino, Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Izuku & David Shield, Midoriya Izuku/Melissa Shield, Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Eventual Romance, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Midoriya Izuku is a Nerd, Midoriya Izuku is a Problem Child, Dead Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Inko Knows About the One For All Quirk, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Protective Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Parental Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Good Teacher, BAMF Melissa Shield, Melissa Shield is a Good Friend, U.A. Student Melissa Shield, Older Midoriya Izuku, One For All Quirk Haunted by Past One For All Users' Ghosts (My Hero Academia), Other Additional Tags to Be Added

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59509708

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Worth Everything

by Mozz14

The Montanan Resistance found more than they bargained for when they took an injured Ghost River Triangle soldier prisoner. Loyalties are tested and unexpected adventures are embarked on against the backdrop of a WW1 type era conflict that had ebbed and flowed for what felt like a life time.

Words: 2186, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Wynonna Earp (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Waverly Earp, Nicole Haught, Wynonna Earp, Xavier Dolls, Rosita Bustillos, Gus McCready, Shae Pressman, Mercedes Gardner, Charlie | Julian (Wynonna Earp), Juan Carlos (Wynonna Earp), Randy Nedley

Relationships: Waverly Earp/Nicole Haught

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, historical setting

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/47275189

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Of Quirkless and the Quirked

Of Quirkless and the Quirked by unsurepotatohooman

Midoriya and Todoroki are hit with a stray quirk in the heat of battle. When they wake, they find themselves to be de-aged to the most traumatic times of their lives (as if villain attacks during their time at UA wasn't enough). With no memory of their current situation, and with the trauma of their pasts licking at their heels, what sorts of shenanigans will the boys get into?

Words: 2186, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Tales of Trauma AU

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Iida Tenya, Yaoyorozu Momo, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki, Uraraka Ochako, Shinsou Hitoshi, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Class 1-A

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Memory Loss, De-Aging Quirk, Age Regression/De-Aging, Protective Class 1-A, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Midoriya Izuku, Protective Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Protective Todoroki Shouto, Kid Todoroki Shouto, Teen Midoriya Izuku, Self-Harm, Suicide Attempt, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Depression, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, My boys are hurting, I started writing this fic several years ago!, SO, because it is me, I am only now posting this after having not written anything related to it in months, horray!, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48025300