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[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! 😀👍

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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.

[strawb3rri2shortcake]

Learning Together

Pairing: NightCrawler x Reader Warnings: Smut, eating out, incorrect use of tail etc. Summary: Reader's mother hates the way she looks because of her mutation, because of this they don't talk a lot, but Reader's mother reaches out to her only to find out that her mother is just dragging to a church to try 'fixing her'. When trying to run away from them she meets someone that saves her and in the heat of the moment their relationship becomes more. Word Count:2186

At the time I don't know why I agreed to this. Maybe at the time I thought that she changed, or she had a move of heart, from the very beginning it was false hope that was keeping me up. I was making my way through the church before taking a seat in the front row with my mother. The seat was wooden all-in long rows, with dark red cushion. She has been trying to get me to come for the longest time now. She couldn't stand the fact that I was a mutant and that a little bit different than what I used to. She couldn't even look at her own kid in the eyes. If she did, it wasn't how it use to feel. The same loving it used to be. It came to a surprised when she did ask if I would come with her to church. She always made me feel bad for the way I looked. It didn't even have to be her saying something. Just the way she would look at me would be enough.

From far away I looked normal for the most part, but up close you would see different. I had sharp like vampire teeth along with gray smoky eyes. Those were only the small parts, the big thing is that I had green scales littering my body and face. It wasn't completely covering me. I was seen as a siren to some people, which makes sense with my abilities too.

We took our seats waiting for it to start. When the priest came out, we started with an opening prayer which to my own surprised was about me being a mutant, of course, they were trying to pray it away. Everyone started to say the same thing out loud. I quickly got up, making my way back out before my mother grabbed my arm begging for me to stay.

"Please sweetheart don't go. You used to look so beautiful before, I just wanted to have that back," she plead, pulling away from her. "If you can't love me now, you haven't had a long enough time to thing." I yelled, before making my way storming out. I looked up quickly just having a feeling I should, only to be meet with a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the shadows. It was on top level of the church. It made me stop right in my tracks looking right at it. It soon slowly revealed itself. It was a mutant just like me. It had sharp sharklike teeth along with pointy ears and its whole body was a dark blue with symbols all along his face and neck or at least for what I can see from. He had on a long black coat, red shirt, and circus pants. He went back in the shadows after he realized that he had been seen by someone.

I went back to running out of the church. It was early in the morning, so it wasn't hot, but it wasn't too cold either. It was the beginning of fall, so the leaves are starting to change colors. I didn't have my car, sense I got driven here. If I ever should call her mom. No mother should wish for their kid to look different. I will never be like that.

I walked to the side of the church door, following the noise coming from there. In the alley was a black cat trying to find itself food. There was more coming from inside of the building. Before I knew it the door flew open sending me flying and falling to my butt. The cat took notice and ran right away, taking its leave before it got itself harmed. I can't blame it; it's a black cat if the wrong people see it. It is going to get itself killed. I guess the same is for mutants too. I looked up to be met with the same dark blue guy in the church. The door slammed behind him, we both looked at each other for a hot minute before the sounds of loud shouting and hard footsteps were heard. This woke us back up from whatever was happening.

"We need to go, they're after us," he said, he had a very heavy German accent. "They're coming hurt us, so it's better if we leave." He begged throwing his hands around the place. Each hand had a set of three fingers on them, not five. He took my hand and swiftly pulled me up to my feet. I nodded my head to him. "I am going to teleport us, but it will get dizzy for you. Just be ready!" He said, looking back and front at me then to the door. I nodded my head once again before he teleported us to different places until we got to a safe place. I dropped down to my knees trying to rebalance myself. "Are you okay? I know that it can be a lot on other people." He asked, taking his hand into my hands and rubbing them. I could see him way more in the light. He had a long tail with a spade pointed end to it. He saw that I was taking noticed of this and pulled away from my grip. Guess he was still nervous about the whole mutant thing too.

"My name is Kurt, Kurt Wagner," he said. He had teleport us to a nearby farm that looked like it just got abandon not too long ago. There was a house a little far out. No cars were there. People must have dead or something. "Hey Kurt, do you think you can teleport us to the house over there? I am sorry if this is making you tired." I asked, taking back his hand into my own. He looked down at our hands then looked up to me, a layer of lighter blue was across his face. He nodded his head then teleported us inside the house. "Do you know this place?" He whispered. I slowly got up from my place without making a sound. Walking around slowly and quietly making sure nobody was living here no more. "Nope, but this place looks abandoned so," I said back to him. He was teleporting everywhere around much faster than I would have by myself. He teleported right behind me. "It's clear, the house is abandoned so we don't have to worry." He said, smiling with all his sharp yellow teeth. I nodded back, walking back to the couch and laying down. "Thank you, we can stay here for tonight." I suggested, taking off my shoes, trying to make the best out of this.

"I never got you name, if you don't want to tell me I fully understand." Kurt asked, trying his best to reassure me. Which was nice for once. First mutant that I actually get to talk to. I know there was more like me, but never did I met someone like me face to face. I sat up making room for him to sit down with me. He stood there looking at the empty spot. "You can sit, it's fine with me." I told him. He looked once more than sat there. "I just don't want you to be scared or uncomfortable with me that's all," he said shyly lowering his head and looking away. "You don't make me uncomfortable, I promise. Also, if you would like to know my name is [name]." I told him, I placed my hand onto his shoulder looking him in the eyes, he looked down at my hand on him. "Well, it's nice to meet you. I just have a question for you. Why were you at the church? Doesn't seem like you wanted to be there," he asked, pulling my hand off of him and keeping it in his hand rubbing his fingers along mine. He looked right into my eyes, waiting for an answer. "My mother wanted me there, I thought she just wanted to reconnect with me, but I guess not. She just wanted me to look normal again she said. That I wasn't pretty anymore." I told him, it felt so nice to actually be able to talk to someone about this stuff. He was listening.

"She hasn't talk to me in years too," I said, looking away from him. I felt tears forming in my eyes. I didn't need him to see me like this. "Don't listen to her. I promise you, what she is saying isn't true. I promise you that just looking at you. That you're beautiful and stunning. Don't listen to them, they just don't understand yet that the whole is evolving. God makes everyone in his own imagine no matter what they look like." He said, moving his hand to cup my face. He realized what he had said along with where his hands were. He pulled away looking away from me. A line of light blue was across his face. I could feel blush along my face too. "Thank you," I said before taking his hands back into mine. He looked back to me not saying anything but watching. "You're really pretty, please don't forget that. You're stunning and one of a kind." He finished, grabbing tightly at my hands. I didn't know whether or not to cry or if I wanted to in front of him. So instead, I hugged him, so very tightly. "I haven't heard those words since I was little. Thank you," I whispered. "Do you not feel pretty?" He asked, holding me tightly. There was a silent between us. The words couldn't leave my mouth. I wanted to say yes but I know wasn't true.

"Well, you are. I am going to prove it." Kurt said, pulling away from the hug before placing his lips onto mine, his hands wrapped around my cheeks. I was in completely shock and didn't have the time to kiss back. He pulled away letting go of my hands. "I am so sorry, I wasn't thinking at all. Please forgive me," he said, looking the other way. I didn't say anything, I grabbed his face pulling him back into me and kissing him. "Does that give you your answer?" I said to him. He holds back my hand, and his tail wrapped around my waist before going back to kissing me. We laid down onto the couch, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He pressed down on to me; I could feel his hand on already on me, making his way down, littering my body with kisses, licks and hickeys. Each time he would, it would feel like my whole body was being electrified. Each would send a flood of arousement and awakened a new feeling. A thrill of excitement and pleasure was felt all of sudden. I looked down to find that his tail has found a new place. it was now in-between my thighs, going more up by the second. He was under my stomach. He stayed there for a bit; his tail went into my pants heading right to my underwear. It rubbed right against my folds. I could feel myself unfolding right in front of him, newfound pleasure being showed. A moan came out of me. "Does it really feel that good? It's just my tail." He chuckles, teasing me for it. I just nodded looking away from him in embarrassment. He grabbed my face with his hand, making me look right at him again. "Don't hide your beautiful face from me again. I want you looking right at me always." He finished, looking right at me with his bright yellow eyes. It was like he was looking right though me, trying to guess my emotions and feelings. Trying to find out what I wanted. Which with everything right now. He is finding out pretty easily. I thought I may have to tell him what to do and where everything is with the way he seems so shy but I think that's just because he is also a mutant.

He tugs onto my pants, signing to me to take them off. Before I could do so he stops. He looked down seeing what was happening. He got up. "I am sorry, I am going way too far with this," he said. I grabbed his shirt pulling him back onto me. "It's okay sweetheart, I want to do this." I whispered to him. This set something off in him. "If that is alright. I will love to make you feel like you're in heaven that you finally know how beautiful you really are." He said, before going back down to kissing my neck. The feeling felt amazing. I had lovers in the past, but this was something else. His tail wrapped around my leg. Pulling my legs apart from the other. I took my one leg that wasn't trap and push my knee into his cock. He pulled back moving his hand to my leg holding it down. "Please don't do that I want to focus on you first." Kurt asked, his other hand slipped into my shirt wanting to take it off. I sat up quickly taking it off for him, then laying back down. "You're stunning," He mumbled before he started taking his hand and playing with my breast. It sent excitement through my body. He wanted more; I wanted more. I felt like I was really about to fly up into the sky and got to heaven like he said. "If at any moment you want me to stop, please tell me." He said, I nodded waiting for him to continue.

His tails made it ways back to it place back into my pant and into my underwear. I didn't turn away this time. He went down fathering, tugging my pants own again for me to take them off. "Could I please eat you out if you're comfortable?" Kurt asked removing his tail from the area. I nodded my head taking off my pants and underwear for him. He didn't say anything just looking at my clit and pussy. "You're gorgeous," he said before licking my clit. I grabbed one hand onto my pillow and the other grabbing his hair to pulling him closer. "I know you like it, but it hurts when you pull my hair."

I let go of his hair to continue placing it back onto the pillow. He nodded before continuing to eat me out. He started licking my folds while his tail came up and began rubbing my clit. The way his tongue was going up and down, but at the same time while he was doing that, I could feel his tongue also going inside. I looked down at him only to see that he had two tongues. I was going to have a great time with this. I wrapped my one leg around his body pulling him a little closer. He would hum every now and then every time I sounded out a loud moan. Which sent more pleasure to me. He had other his on my waist and one playing with my breast.

It was slowly getting to be too much for me. Slowly pouring more and more onto each other before it piles over. I told his hand away from my breast holding his hand with mine. "It's okay sweetheart, I'm not going to stop you from cumming." He looked up before going back down.

It was getting too much before anything he pulled his face closer to my pussy. I had came onto his face. I mean he seem like he wanted it. He pulled away from me looking down at me, smiling down. I went to go pull my hand onto his budge, but he pulled away my hand. "Sweetheart, I think you should take a break. This took a lot out of you, and we don't have a condom. It wouldn't be very safe of us." He said before getting up, walking to the kitchen and getting some paper towel. He started wiping me down. "Please lay down for me, we can take a nap together if you want or if you want, I can leave you alone if you must?" He asked, standing in front of me waiting for an answer. I pulled him down to me and wrapped my whole body around.

BY CAKE

[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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❞𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬❝

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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I don't care what chronically online leftists have to say about Zepp using black tech is bad for the environment and could potentially bring stuff in from the backyard. You want eldritch horrors? Because that's how you get eldritch horrors.

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my president can beat your president in a fight

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That's not going to fucking matter when we're all choking on your fucking smoke and reality as we know it is falling apart because your stupid blimp country won't stop violating UN laws.

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This site is almost 200 years old and the discourse is still the same. Sigh. I miss MySpace.

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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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im only a few months old...

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I was born at a very old age...

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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)

[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.

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As You Try To Let Go

by snubton

Each of her knuckles were scarred to all hell, with some cuts still unhealed. The wounds had probably been there since she was twelve, maybe thirteen, never given the chance to properly heal. They had gotten close, maybe once or twice, but Vi had this nagging feeling that they wouldn’t be entirely gone for a very, very long time.

Or: Vi struggles to cope with all the losses she's faced, even as things settle after the war. On a sleepless night, she tries not to let this come to the forefront of her mind, and Caitlyn offers what support she can.

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

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, Gen

Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Jinx & Vi (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Vi Needs Therapy (League of Legends), She makes me bonkers and insane, Soft Caitlyn (League of Legends), Hurt/Comfort, Vi Has PTSD (League of Legends), It's implied more than anything else, Grief/Mourning, Late Night Conversations, jinx is presumed dead by vi, Post-Season/Series 02, Angst, Canonical Character Death, y'know, like half the main cast of of show (presumably), Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

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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

[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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The Young Justice League

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cbMTrOI by Kotoyumei In a world where heroes are celebrated as society's protectors, the Justice League stands tall, shielding the powerless from the dangers they cannot face alone. But behind the mask of glory, being a hero is not glamorous—it's sleepless nights, gunshot wounds, and medications meant to numb overwhelming abilities. It's being feared for something beyond your control, hated for powers you never asked for. In a society where the very people you save can call you a monster, heroes find solace only among each other, in the sanctuary of their chosen family. But this reality isn’t reserved just for adults. What about children, those born with powers or brilliance beyond their years, who are forced to learn far too early in life that life is not, in fact, fair. They face the same fear, cruelty, and isolation. Too different to fit in, too exceptional to be understood, they walk a fine line between acceptance and rejection. As the world struggles to accept those too different from them, what becomes of the children who must live in the shadows—too young to be heroes, but far too powerful to live ordinary lives? This is the story of how The Young Justice League was formed. Words: 2186, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of The Shattered Reflection of a Hero Fandoms: Young Justice - All Media Types, Young Justice (Cartoon), Young Justice (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types, Teen Titans - All Media Types, Teen Titans (Animated Series), Teen Titans (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, The Flash - All Media Types, Green Arrow (Comics), The Flash (Comics), Batman (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Wally West | Kid Flash, Dick Grayson | Robin, Roy Harper | Speedy, Garth | Aqualad, Bruce Wayne | Batman, Barry Allen | The Flash, Oliver Queen | Green Arrow, Arthur Curry | Aquaman, Diana Prince | Wonder Woman, Hank Hall | Hawk, Don Hall | Dove, Fanny Hall | Falcon, Iris West, Garfield Logan | Beast Boy, Victor Stone | Cyborg, Jason Todd, Other Character Tags to Be Added Relationships: Dick Grayson & Roy Harper & Wally West, Garth & Dick Grayson & Roy Harper & Wally West, Dick Grayson & Wally West, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Barry Allen/Iris West, Dinah Lance/Oliver Queen, Don Hall & Hank Hall, Wally West & Everyone, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Vigilantism, Wally West-centric, Kid Fic, Kid Wally West, Kid Dick Grayson, Good Friend Roy Harper, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Romani Dick Grayson, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon, Canon Rewrite, Out of Character, Coming Out, The Author Regrets Everything, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings Apply, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Why Did I Write This?, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Crushes, Secret Identity, Secret Organizations, Young Justice Team as Family, Team as Family, Family Issues, What Have I Done, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Violence, Domestic Violence, Projecting My Trauma Onto The Characters, No Smut, Time Travel read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/cbMTrOI

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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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Lost Legacies

Lost Legacies https://ift.tt/u1pD8gW by Ana_Muller Surprising everyone, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger started dating. During the war, they fought together against the Dark Lord but had to leave their daughter behind to protect her. Nowadays, Malfoy is an auror with Potter, and Granger is making her way to the position of Minister of Magic. What happens when their dream of finding their daughter come true? Words: 2186, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Original Female Character(s) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood/Rolf Scamander Additional Tags: Hogwarts, Magic, Good Slytherins, Harry Potter Next Generation, Auror Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter Friendship, Slytherin Pride, Orphans, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Severus Snape Lives via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/rA0xdwO October 12, 2023 at 10:22PM

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Chapter Three: Experiment

This takes place just hours after the last chapter.

Gaster has brought Sans down to the makeshift lab he had constructed in the basement of his house. Intrigued by the awakening of Sans' blue magic, he’s planned to conduct experiments. Both are standing in the wide room, Sans stands in front of a table with a small red cube placed on top of it; Gaster stands on the side of the room watching.

Gaster: “Alright, so let’s begin. Pick up the cube.”

Sans: “O- Okay.”

Sans reaches out with his hand to grab the cube.

Gaster: “Not with your hands you underachieving moron. With your magic.”

Sans: “… Okay.”

Sans holds his hand out towards the cube, clenching his fist, and raising his hand slowly. Suddenly the cube launches upwards violently, hitting the ceiling, before falling back down.

Sans: “Oh, no. I didn’t-“

Gaster: “You fucking idiot. I gave you one instruction, one single instruction, and you messed it up. How are you my son?”

Sans: “Father, I just learned about this power a couple hours ago! I don’t understand how to use it yet. If I had more training, I could-“

Gaster: “Don’t you dare talk to me in that tone. I know that, you imbecile, what do you think half the point of this experiment is in the first place?”

Sans: *sigh*

Gaster: “Answer the question, I don’t speak in sighs.”

Sans: “It’s to train me to use my gravity magic.”

Gaster: “Correct. Now, let’s continue, shall we?”

Over the next few hours, they continue to test and train. Gaster never backing down from his insults, or backhanded compliments.

Now they stand, same positions as before, with the red cube on the table. Now with a second table 5 meters away.

Gaster: “Now, try again. Pick up the cube, and gently place it down on the other table. If you fuck this up one more time: no food for three days. Do you understand the simple words coming out of my mouth?”

Sans: “Yes, yes. I understand.”

Gaster: “Then do it.”

Sans holds up his hand, clenching his fist, and slowly raises his arm. The cube begins to float off of the table, Sans slowly extends his arm to its full length, the cube moving forward. Once over the table, Sans pulls his arm back slightly, and lowers his hand until the cube is resting on the table. He then opens his palm, letting go.

Sans: “There. I did it. Are you happy?”

Gaster: “A little too slow for my liking. But yes, you’ve done it. I’m almost impressed. That’s all for today, tomorrow though, we’ll be working on your unimpressive damage output.”

Sans: *sigh* “Alright.”

Gaster: “The Prince is going to pass through the main lab tomorrow, and will be taking a report on the goings on. You better not embarrass me in front of Royalty, and if he brings them along, I’d hate to see you embarrass yourself in front of his Toy.”

Hearing that last word made Sans far angrier than he would ever admit, but he knew well that his father said that just to get under his skin, so he didn’t say anything.

Sans: “… I understand.”

Gaster: “Good, now let’s go eat dinner. And go grab your baby brother from his room.”

Sans: “Okay.”

The next day, Sans and Gaster stand in a test chamber in the main laboratory. Experimenting with his magical attacks.

Gaster: “Now summon another bone.”

Sans does what he’s told, summoning — what feels like the hundredth — bone today. Gaster reaches down and touches it. Getting the same result as all of the previous attempts. This time, laying his hand in it for a couple seconds. Taking one damage a second.

Gaster -1 hp (2188/2200 left)

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Gaster -1 hp (2187/2200 left)

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Gaster -1 hp (2186/2200 left)

Gaster: “Still just as much of a disappointment, it’s almost-“

Gaster is interrupted by the door opening, one of his employees holding the door.

Employee: “Doctor Gaster, the Prince has arrived.”

Gaster (sarcastically): “Great.”

Asriel walks into the test chamber, followed by Chara. Approaching Gaster for the report. Sans and Chara notice each other, both smiling and silently waving to each other.

Asriel: “Alright, let’s make this quick Doctor Gaster, I don’t want to keep you from your work too long. So if you can: tell me how things are going, the current progress on the core, and finally explain the current experiment.”

Gaster: “Things are going rather well, your highness. Almost all of our experiments have gone successful this week. The core is still in progress, we’ve figured out a more reliable method for gathering geothermal energy, and are implementing it into new prototypes.”

Asriel: “Glad to hear. Now, can you explain this experiment?”

Gaster: “I… uhh… We’re experimenting with my son, Sans' damage output. Curiously he only can seem to do one damage with his magical attacks, and that hasn’t ever changed. It’s pretty pathetic if you ask me, and I apologize that you had to walk in on this, embarrassment, your highness.”

Asriel: “Hey, don’t say that. He’s only eight years old, give him a break. He’s surely to further develop his attack damage over time.”

Gaster looks down to his son.

Gaster: “Look at this. Sans, summon a bone before his highness.”

Sans: “Yes, father.”

Sans summons a bone, and Gaster once again sets his hand on it. Same result, one damage every second.

Gaster -1 hp (2185/2200 left)

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Gaster -1 hp (2184/2200 left)

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Gaster -1 hp (2183/2200 left)

Asriel: “I see that. You didn’t need to demonstrate.”

Gaster: “I apologize your highness, I just wanted to demonstrate, I don’t understand why you trust him with your human.”

Asriel: “It’s not about strength. He’s loyal, and trustworthy; that’s rare around here.”

Chara takes a step forward, everyone’s attention turned to them.

Chara (to Asriel): “Your highness?”

Chara (to Gaster): “Doctor?”

Asriel: “Yes, Chara?”

Chara: “Can I try? I- want to try and see its effects for myself.”

Asriel: “Fine with me, just be careful.”

Gaster: “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, but go ahead.”

Chara reaches out their hand and touches the bone…

Chara -1-1-1–1-1 hp (15/20 left)

Chara yells in pain, immediately retracting their hand. They took constant damage and now a third of their remaining health bar is purple, slowly eating their health until dissipating. Next to their health bar are the letters “NGD”. The skin on their hand being torn and slowly being eaten away until it stops.

Chara (10/20 hp remaining)

Chara: “Ow! Ow! It hurts so much!”

Asriel: “Holy shit, Chara!”

Sans: “NO!! No, no, no! Chara! I’m so sorry, I-“

Asriel holds Chara, quickly applying healing magic on them. Their health replenishing and skin on their hand reforming. While wiping tears from their eyes.

Sans breaks down, falling to his knees, tears begin to form in his eyes.

Sans: “Chara, I’m sorry! I didn’t know it would do that!”

Chara: “It’s okay, Sans. I’m not mad, it was an accident.”

Asriel: “What the hell happened?”

Sans: “I don’t know, I’m sorry your highness!”

Asriel: “I’m not mad either, I understand. I’m just shocked and confused.”

Gaster finally speaks up.

Gaster: “Intriguing, truly intriguing. This is certainly a successful experiment!”

Gaster places his hand back on the bone.

Gaster -1 hp (2182/2200 left)

Gaster: “Fascinating. It seems to only affect Chara. This calls for an entire new branch of experimentation. I had no idea that such a result could come from such a disappointment.”

Curious, Asriel puts his hand on the bone as well. Surprisingly it does the same thing to him as it did to Chara (albeit slightly slower). After which he removes his hand.

Asriel -1, -1, -1, -1 hp (4996/5000 left)

Asriel: “Agh! It seems to affect me as well.”

Gaster: “It gets deeper, yet! Sans, perhaps you aren’t completely worthless after all!”

Sans: “Th- Thanks…”

Gaster: “Your highness, could you perhaps stay or leave your Pet with us for a while? This needs to be delved further into.”

Asriel: “No. I will not be doing that. It’s time for us to leave anyway.”

Gaster: “But, your highness, you need to understand, we haven’t had such a unique discovery in decades. I’m sure you could-“

Asriel: “Did I stutter?!”

Gaster: “No, your highness.”

Asriel: “Good. And I don’t want to hear you refer to Chara as my ‘pet’ ever again. Do I make myself clear?”

Gaster: *sigh* “Yes, your highness.”

Chara and Sans look to each other, Sans looks to them full of regret, Chara looks at him with great empathy. Asriel looks over, seeing this; he pats Chara on the back to signal them the OK. Without hesitation, Chara runs over and gives Sans a big hug. Sans returns this, and they hold each other tightly. Sans begins to cry quietly.

Sans: “I’m so sorry, Chara. I- I didn’t know. I never wanted to hurt you, I could never hurt you. But I did, I failed you.”

Chara: “Shhh. It’s okay Sans, I forgive you. I don’t hold it against you, that would be silly. It wasn’t your fault! You had no idea that would happen.”

Sans: “Thank you, Chara.”

They part, Chara wiping the tears off of his face with their thumb. Still holding each other, Chara reaches into the pocket on their jumper and pulls out a marigold flower, placing it in Sans' hand.

Sans: *gasp* “Thank you!”

Chara: “You’re welcome, Sans! I had to return the favor from last time! I picked this one from King Asgore's garden! It’s a marigold, I knew you’d like it!”

Sans: “Thank you!”

They both stand up properly, separating.

Chara: “I’ll see you soon, Sans.”

Sans: “See ya, Chara.”

They head their separate ways. Chara joins back up with Asriel, and they depart; meanwhile Sans stays with Gaster.

Some extra fluff with Chara and Asriel:

Two hours later, Asriel walks out of the throne room, just delivering the report from Dr. Gaster — along with other reports from other individuals he had collected throughout the day — to his father (and mother). Exhausted, he walks back into the main living area, and heads for the living room. There, Chara is sitting on the couch, patiently waiting for him.

Chara: “Hey, Azzy! How’d it go?”

Asriel: “Surprisingly good this time, he was pleased with the positive reports and intrigued by the whole ‘NGD’ thing.”

Chara: “Well, that’s good! I’m glad it went well.”

Chara pats the cushion next to them, inviting Asriel to sit down. He makes his way over and sits down next to them, leaning back into the couch, and letting out a long exhale of relief.

Chara: “Tired much?”

Asriel: “Yeah. Very. Stressed as well.”

Chara: “I can imagine, you were out and about all day, collecting reports from everyone. I can only imagine how stressful it must be.”

Asriel: “Yeah, but I’ll manage, I always do.”

Chara begins to scratch Asriel's head, behind his ears and around his horns. Something that he’s always loved the feeling of. They do this for a minute, before speaking.

Chara: “You’re going to be an amazing King. You know that? Unlike dad, everyone loves you! You put your people before everything else, you’re kind, caring but aren’t afraid to use force when necessary. You’re very intelligent, a great leader, and an amazing speaker. Not to mention how powerful you are, at such a young age too.”

Asriel begins to smile happily.

Asriel: “Thank you, Chara!” *chuckle* “No matter how often you say that, it never fails to cheer me up.”

Chara: *giggle* “Plus, I’m pretty sure most of the kids in the underground have a crush on you!”

Asriel: *chuckle* “Yeah, I am well aware of that with how often I get flirted with. Not complaining though, I’m glad that people like me.”

Chara pauses for a moment, thoughts coming to their mind.

Chara: “Asriel…”

Asriel: “Yes, Chara? Is something the matter?”

Chara: “Asriel, I’m worried about Sans. His dad is really mean to him, and it’s clearly effecting him a lot. Especially since now he wants to conduct experiments on him that could potentially be horrible.”

Asriel: “Yeah, I feel you. I’m worried as well, I don’t know what Dr. Gaster has planned, but it can’t be anything good. Hell, I don’t even know if he has stuff planned yet.”

Chara begins to tear up, wrapping Asriel in a hug and burying their face in his shoulder.

Chara: “I'm just so worried. I don’t want my friend to suffer! He doesn’t deserve to be treated so harshly.”

Asriel: “I know. I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to keep him safe. I can’t guarantee anything, but I’ll do my best.”

Chara: “Thank you, Asriel!”

Chara backs off of him, sitting back down, wiping their tears with their sleeve. Asriel reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bar of chocolate.

Asriel: “Here, maybe this will help you feel better.”

Chara: *gasp* “Thank you! You’re the best brother ever!”

Asriel slices the wrapper open with his claws, then hands it to Chara. Without a second thought, Chara begins to eat the bar.

Author's notes:

NGD stands for No Good Deed, which is short for the phrase “No good deed goes unpunished”, I thought this would be a fitting name for fell Sans' karma equivalent. NGD is the opposite of KR, where karma only affects bad people, NGD only effects good people (which is why it hurt Chara and Asriel, but not Gaster or the monsters in the last chapter).

Asriel had other reports he took from other people throughout the day, but he only brought along Chara for the last one, so they could see Sans. For the rest of the reports, he left Chara with Toriel, back at home.

Also, this is the chapter where Dr. Wiggly-Dick Bastard (aka W.D Gaster) really begins to shine.

Gaster's hp isn’t at max when part two kicks off, because they had been testing it for a while.

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