#I DID THAT FOR YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD
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disappointed remembering the time there were a few people on the cart, one of them including a razorback sniper, and another spy was with me also wanting to stab on the cart, so i sacrificed myself to break the snipers razorback, but the second spy just, went for the heavy that was looking right at him, and died
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Dandelion runs into Lambert while he's tracking a pack of wargs and grumbling about how they never show up when you actually want them to, stupid dogs, won't even be lured by jerky and Dandelion thinks it over for a moment, goes, "I apologise in advance for your hearing" and lets out the shrillest, loudest whistle Lambert's ever heard that rattles his whole fucking skull
But it does succeed in finally drawing out the wargs. They are still dogs, after all
#the witcher books#dandelion#lambert#no dandy did not think about what would happen after#so yes he does end up launching up a tree to get Out Of The Way when they burst thru the bushes#lambert: you couldn't have done this AFTER putting distance betwen us!?#dandelion: I - YOU ABSOLUTE UNGRATEFUL BASTARD#cue them bickering for ages after about it
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By his estimate, Simon was supposed to have left about thirty minutes ago.
That’s what you did after you had sex and got your rocks off. You get dressed, leave with no fuss as soon as it was over, y’know, and make it a little less awkward than it already was. At least, that’s what Simon always did.
And as always, shit gets flipped on its head when it comes to you.
Thirty minutes ago, he would’ve made it home; he’d have showered, smoked, went to bed, slept like shit, and been ready for the next day. Rinse and repeat. Instead he’s here with you, naked as the day he was born, covered in your sweat and his, covered in your cum and his, and Simon would be a lying bastard if he said he wouldn’t feel a certain way if you kicked him out.
You hadn’t thus far and that’s a good thing. He thinks.
It’s you two, side by side, coming down from that high, body humming from your nighttime activities, and you’re basking in the not-so-awkward silence. He’s staring at the ceiling, you’re probably thinking… or, er, probably not, and Simon’s a little curious but not enough to want to ruin the mood. Which a lie from the pits of hell. You hadn’t moved or said a word, and it’s getting to Simon more than he lets on.
But bloody fuckin’ hell, what do you say after something like this? Thanks for the sex, sweetheart, be seein’ you or Felt good, didn’t it, luv? What about I don’t think I can leave you, let’s go another round so I won’t have to? Jesus Christ, you’re a fuckin’ mess, Riley.
Not that it matters, though, not really, because “nothing ventured, nothing gained” is Simon Riley’s motto when it comes to you and rather than say anything, he simply grabs your hand to gauge the atmosphere. It’s light, gentle, and uncertain, words he’d never use to describe himself but he gets the point across.
After a moment, he figures he miscalculated until you respond in turn, one-upping him and intertwining your fingers together and no, his heart absolutely did not skip a beat. Bloody hell. He turned, glanced down at your hands connected, looked up at you and to his surprise, you met him head on. How long had you been staring at him, sweetheart?
Not that it matters, though, not really, because your face is inching closer and while Simon is many things, ungrateful ain’t one of them, and if you think you’re just gonna leave him with a kiss on the forehead or cheek then you’re sorely mistaken, sweetheart.
But nothing ventured, nothing gained.
And now it’s Simon’s turn to one-up you this time. He meets you halfway, doesn’t give a damn what happens afterward (he does, more than you’ll ever know), and brushes his lips against yours. It’s light, gentle, and uncertain, words he’d never use to describe himself but he gets the point across. And so do you.
Nothing ventured. Nothing gained.
#turning simon out series.#nsfw-ish.#cutie 𝓠.#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#call of duty x reader#call of duty x you#cod x reader#cod x you#x black reader#x poc reader#x plus size reader#x gn!reader#task force 141
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*bruce having a shitty week suddenly surrounded by press when trying to walk back to his car*
Random reporter:Mr Wayne! Mr Wayne! What are your thoughts on-
Random reporter #8: Mr Wayne, how are you feeling with your parents death day coming up
Random reporter #4: Mr Wayne would you like to quote on your recent decrease in your social life
Random reporter #10: Mr Wayne how do you feel about the people accusing you of being the cause of your parents death!
Bruce: No comment. I’ll be available for questions another day
Protesters in the background: YOUR UNGRATEFUL
Protesters in the background: YOUR PARENTS WOULD BE ASHAMED!
Protesters in the background: YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A SPOILED BRAT!
Protesters in the background: YOU SHOULD’VE DIED IN THAT ALLEY!
*it was only a few second later that Bruce got to his car. As he drove away he tried to think of the positive. Like how he was going to see his children, his family.*
Bruce (says this in a very exhausted tone but trying to cover it up with a smile): Hey Jaylad :)
Jason: Heyy. You good B? Tough day at the office
Bruce:Ha. You could say that.
Jason: I was meaning to ask but both me and Timmy were wondering what all those ‘protesters’ were doing at WE.
Bruce…
Bruce: oh.. that… it’s nothing… best not look into it they’ll go away in a few days
Jason: Whatever you say old man?
*time passed Idk like an hour or more* Dick *busts through the doors to the living room*: God! I hate some people man! People suck! That was so rude and disgusting and I just can’t!
Tim: Woah what got you so wound up
Damian: What were they out of your favourite ice cream again and after like it’s your fault?
Jason: Yeah I hate it when they do that too baby bat. Anyway is that why your so mad Dickie?
Dick: NO! It would be a good reason but no that’s not it! It’s just this asshole yelled something so gross at Bruce. God I hope he didn’t hear it
Damian: How dare they! What did they say to ba-Father! I shall find them and destroy them.
Dick: They said that he should’ve died in the alley way instead of his parents
The Batboys:WHAT!!!!
Bruce: Hey are you guys ok I heard screaming?
Jason: Oh well dick was telling us about this asshole who screamed something at you at WE. And I’m gonna kill the bastard once I find him!
Bruce: outside WE Oh! You mean the ‘protesters’. Yeah they do it some years mainly when the company is really popular and always near my parents death too.
Bruce: It’s fine I’m used to it by now
His sons: *angry and sad blankly staring*
Yeah I believe that everyone in Gotham loves Bruce. But I also think that there are some people who are salty about the Wayne’s death and are projecting/blaming Bruce. These are older fellows like old friends of the Wayne’s and didn’t really know Bruce.
#bruce wayne#damian wayne#batfamily#dick grayson#jason todd#angst#tim drake#Sad Bruce wayne#good parent bruce wayne
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You know what I love about the episode Old Reliable Edward?

When Edward goes to Thomas and tells him about Gordon being rude and ungrateful, Thomas IMMEDIATELY goes into Cheeky Bastard Mode™ and starts planning a trick on Gordon.

LOOK AT HIS FACE! He did not HESITATE for a second. There was no “well look at it from Gordon’s perspective” or even a “I’m sorry to hear that Edward”
All he needed to hear was “Gordon’s so ungrateful” and he goes full bastard
I GUARANTEE Thomas was already drawing up plans before Edward even finished his sentence. Iconic
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Stumblerella (2)
Summary: You’re clumsy. Luckily, a hero moved in right next to you.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader
Warnings: clumsy reader, fluff, retired Steve
Catch up here: Stumblerella
Today, Steve follows you around the grocery store. You wanted to go to town to buy groceries after your last trip ended up in ashes. Literally. Once again, your shopping bags caught fire.
Yesterday, your car tried to kill you again, and we don’t want to talk about the sink spewing food at you. Your shower gave you only pink water, and your lights flicker all the damn time.
Steve is sure there must be someone out there manipulating your life to mess with you. No one can be so unlucky.
Ever the hero, Steve decided not to leave your side before he found the villain making your life harder. He doesn’t understand why anyone would want to harm you. You’re a ray of sunshine, friendly and kind.
“Did you listen, Steve?” You ask as he is engrossed in surveying the grocery store. Steve whips his head toward you, nodding slowly. “We need pasta and broccoli. Oh, and you wanted some apples.”
You check the list again, crossing out another article. “How about I invite you over for dinner? Your oven could explode or something.”
You giggle as Steve is worried about you again. Since he got to know that strange things happen around you all the time, he tries to keep you safe. Mostly by sticking around.
“I’ll get the rest of the list; just follow me around.” Steve takes the list out of your hand. He already manned the shopping cart, but you don’t protest. Steve was nothing but helpful over the last few weeks, and you don’t want him to think you’re ungrateful.
“Do you want me to cook for you? I could make a pie too,” you ask while following Steve toward the next shelf. “Maybe this time the oven won’t try to kill me.”
Steve chuckles, but worry colors his features. “You can come over to my place, and we can cook together. I’m not much of a cook, but we can try together.”
“You are worried my oven will eat me, right?” You playfully punch his upper arm. “I’m hoping the bastard won’t try anything tonight.
“Let’s hope for the best…”
Steve drove you home and invited you over for dinner a second time. You agreed and wanted to change clothes. He happily told you he’s going to prepare everything when you step inside your house.
Only seconds later, he heard a loud thump, followed by a scream. His instinct kicks in. Muscle memory helps him break through your door and run upstairs, only to find you helplessly lying under your wardrobe.
“Y/N! Doll! What happened?” He easily lifts the wardrobe, immediately checking on you. “Do not move. I’ll call an ambulance.”
“Steve,” you sigh because he came to your rescue once again. “I’m good, thank you. I only wanted to get a shirt and shorts, but then the wardrobe tried to eat me.”
Steve snorts at your words. “That’s it. I’ll bring you to my place. We will pack a few of your things, and you can have my guestroom. I want to inspect your house, car, and your surroundings. This is not normal.”
“I know.” You sniffle as Steve helps you get up. Luckily, a few bruises and a broken ego are the only damage the wardrobe did. “It all started a few months ago.”
“Y/N, when exactly did it start?” Steve looks at the wardrobe, frowning, as if nothing seems to be wrong with it. It’s sturdy. There’s no logical explanation for what happened.
“Uh—” You close your eyes and try to remember when the first accident happened. “I think shortly after you moved in.”
“I see…” Steve nods thoughtfully. “Let’s bring you out of here for now.”
“Tony, I need your help.” Steve is pacing his living room. You didn’t cook. Steve ordered takeout and tucked you in after dinner.
You easily fell asleep, knowing Steve is there to protect you. “Someone is terrorizing my neighbor. I’m afraid they are doing this because of me.”
He tells Tony your name and address, asking for help. Steve won’t let anyone hurt you. Not on his watch.
Whoever is messing with your life will regret it…
Part 3
#Stumblerella (2)#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x you#steve rogers x y/n#x reader#retired Steve
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⋆✴︎˚。⋆𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Synopsis: during the latest nights, come the terrors of dreams. Only the warmth of love can heal his wounds.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Genre: reverse comfort/angst to lime(?) idk I just felt like writing something like this
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. THIS IS THEM AS OLDER VERISONS
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Word count: 899



Blood spilled all over his hand, body shaken as he looked over your body. Gasping for breath, he drops to your body, “Babe.” his voice comes out dry and more raspy than ever. He turns over your body to see those lifeless eyes.
The eyes he never would want to see. He felt himself get punched in the gut, feeling the air get more out of him.
“Wake up… wake up please..” his voice was weak and cracking. He pulls you to him, not caring for the blood soaking himself.
“Please… I can't live without you.” he finally breaks down when no words, no pulse comes out of you.
Slow claps are heard, and Jack looks up to see his father. Joker laughs maniacally, walking over as Jack shakes with anger now.
“What did you do? What did you do to him!?” Jack gets up, his eyes dilated with rage, moving over to the man that he never cared to get along with.
“Me?” joker says placing a flat hand against his chest before a crazed grin appears on his face.
“But sonny boy, it was all you that did this. I mean, look at your hands.” Jack, still breathing heavily looks at his hands to see a knife in it. Eyes widening, he drops it as quickly as his eyes widen.
“You killed him, Jacklyn, you killed your boyfriend. The big bad bat’s son.”
Joker is magically behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“You’re just like me. You’re my son, Jackie.” joker moved from him with a slick grin.
“I'm not like you, you fucking bastard.” Jack cursed under his breath to not see Joker there anymore. “Face me like a man!” Jack spread his arm out, ready to face Joker as he looked around.
Just then, a tight hand grabbed his throat, squeezing it hard. Joker has started to choke him out, Jack clawed at the tight hold on his neck.
“Remember the first time? It was as if it was yesterday!” joker exclaimed, starting to laugh his ironic laugh.
Jack spits at Joker’s face, and the smile on Joker’s face fades. “You. Ungrateful brat!”
Joker slams Jack down, not giving Jack a chance to get up, he is soon kicked in the ribs.
Jack groaned, turning his head up to meet a gun facing him. “I hate to do this.” he paused before smiling. “Actually I won't.” a scowl is written on his face as Jack looks towards your body. Jack goes to crawl towards it despite anything, his adrenaline spiking up.
He heard the gun cock, and that's when everything went dark.
♢
Jack sits up abruptly, gasping for air. He quickly gathers himself, his body glistening with sweat. He grips his neck, a steely expression etched on his face. “Fucking bastard,” he growls, his raspy voice cutting through the silence.
He glances to his side, where your usual presence in the bed is disturbingly absent. His eyes widen as he throws off the sheets and springs to his feet, racing downstairs of the condo.
“Y/n!” he calls out, the name unfamiliar but urgent on his lips. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he scans the kitchen and spots a figure that resembles you. His eyes narrow with focus, and he strides toward it.
He grabbed a knife and pulled the figure close to his body, eyes serious as his blue eyes went dark. Pressing the knife against their neck, he was suddenly flipped onto his back. That seemed to snap him out of it as you glared at him.
You were wearing an oversized shirt and boxers, your head messy. You grabbed and put the knife up, letting the male stay on the floor
“What’s up with you?” you asked firmly, Jack's chest rising. “Babe, is that you?” Jack says slowly, standing up from the cold tile floor.
“Yes? Who else would—” Being interrupted, Jack kisses your lips long, passionate, and desperate. He pushes you against the counter, your eyes were wide before they closed. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you effortlessly up onto the said counter.
“That's all I need to hear.” his voice is low, and he kisses your neck, from under your chin to your collarbone. He stood clear in between your legs, he paused what he was doing, looking at you with soft eyes. With unkempt blonde hair and soft blue eyes, he looked like he finally was at peace with you.
“What… did you have a bad dream?” you questioned him when he tried to kiss you again. You pushed his head, making him whine as he pushed your hand from his face. He grabbed the hand, kissing the open palm of it.
“Doesn't matter, what matters is I need you,” Jack said, grabbing you from the counter as you shouted with concern. You were over his shoulder, limp as you kicked your feet back and forth.
“What?! It's 3 am! Jack! Jack! Jacklyn Oswald Quinn! You put me down this instance!” hitting his back, Jack could only purr his words.
“Doesn't matter. I got time for you anyways.” Jack said lastly as he laid you down on the bed. His body towering over you, you whimpered when he started to get on top. Kissing your lips, he covered your eyes, letting you only feel as he sucks on your neck.
“Just let me have this moment.”
Jack Quinn tag: @xxxryukifukuxxx @lockofspades @sramoonlight @darkfaethedestroyer @gayartisticandlonely @sleeping-l0s3rs @itsmonicabc @dead-ry-walking @fanaticf1fan @cxcilla @wolffrankie @jellystar-star @nayykura @nickithearticorn @deadwillow240
#Jack Quinn#dc oc#dc oc x reader#dc x reader#dc fluff#dc imagine#dc comics x reader#son of harley and joker#son of joker and harley#dc joker#dc harley quinn#dc harley#oc x y/n#batsis!reader#oc x you#joker oc#dc robin#dc batjokes#batjokes#oc x male reader#dc x male reader#batfamily x batbro!reader#batbro!reader#batfam x batbro#batfamily#x male reader#male reader
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(In reference to this post)
I'm going to be honest, this kind of attitude concerns me.
I've been going over my past lately. I'm writing something about my relationship with my brother. And I found a letter I never sent him.
Here is an excerpt.
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I was not a good brother to you.
I took you for granted and was an ungrateful jerk. You used to do so much to help me. You did all kinds of manual labor because my stupid failing body could not. You built me things. You helped me fix things. You drove me places I needed to be. When I first got sick at college you came to Kansas City and scooped me up and brought me back home.
I remember one Christmas you even went back to the family gathering and stuck up for me. They didn't understand how sick I was and you explained it to them. I never told you how much that meant to me. I should have hugged you and thanked you profusely on the spot. You believed me even when some doctors refused to. And you used that big heart of yours to defend me.
That was an amazing act of courage. Find that same courage now. Stand up for Mom & Dad. Stand up for yourself. Put your foot down and fix this.
It took me way too long to figure it out, but it is my regret of being a bad brother that helped me realize why you don't like my humor. Why you are one of the very few people I can't make laugh. It's because I used that humor at your expense. I made fun of you. I teased you the same way those betraying bastard fake friends did in high school. At the time, I probably thought my jokes were harmless fun. But I'm sure you felt they were cruel and hurtful. We are such different people and I had a hard time understanding you. I used humor as a weapon to highlight our differences. I have no excuse. I have no justification for being a jerk to you.
All I can do is say I am sorry. Truly and deeply sorry.
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I didn't send that letter because he was too far gone. His wife read every email and text and I had no way of getting through to just him.
My brother used to be a much better person than me. I often failed to be the good person I thought I was. I didn't realize I was being hurtful at the time. And I didn't do this to just him. I thought I was just making jokes. It was not "pretty easy" for me to realize that. It took years of growing and hindsight.
He used to be nothing but good behaviors all the way down.
And I struggled to limit my bad behaviors.
I was bullied in grade school and realized that if you are funny, people don't bully you anymore. So my brain thought I needed to make people laugh at all times. And it didn't matter if my jokes were at someone else's expense.
Bad behaviors are often easy. They can be tempting. They can require less effort. They can have greater rewards. And sometimes they can protect you. They can be a defense mechanism. Your brain trying to avoid trauma. "I'll hurt someone first so no one hurts me."
There is a reason so many people struggle to be good all the time.
Good behavior requires constant vigilance. You can't do a certain number of good things and then just call yourself a good person. And you can't just not do bad things either. A good person isn't necessarily just "not being evil to other people." That is neutral, at best.
I've learned that being a good person isn't something you just are. It is an ongoing choice. You have to maintain it. You have to actively keep it going. You have to consistently choose good behaviors and limit the bad.
And we all choose bad behaviors from time to time.
Don't kid yourself.
If you know the story of my brother, he let bad behaviors win. He let someone influence him to abuse and neglect his own family. He did it because he was traumatized. He was humiliated by a girl in high school. She said she was his girlfriend. She let him take her to prom. Then she wrote a one-act play called "Prom Nightmare" and performed it in front of the entire school. He was a laughing stock to 2000 classmates.
He is terrified of being alone but he is also terrified that any romantic partner is faking their affections. So obedience is his tool to prevent that. He will do anything his partner instructs to make sure her affection is real. His unmanaged trauma has run amok and led him to dark choices to keep his relationship intact at any cost.
He was such a good person. And now he is not. He has the potential. He is so good with his daughter. He is capable of good behaviors. And I think that is why it upsets and angers me so much. I can still see what he could be.
If you want to see people as just good and bad, that's up to you. I can't do it anymore. I think humans are too complicated. And I worry about getting complacent. I need to check in on my ratio of good to bad behaviors constantly. It would be too easy to say I am a good person and not think about it again.
I mean, sure, I don't kick puppies. I don't taunt the elderly. I don't assault random strangers.
Being good is easy!
Right?
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Could I request Jinwoo's partner giving a heartwarming public speech about how much she loves him?

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Of all the features dungeons had to offer, Jinwoo liked caves the least.
They were always dark, damp, and had a tendency to be much more conspicuous than one originally thought them to be.
Luckily this was a small cave. The back of it visible after a few paces in, so no opportunity for an ambush. Jinwoo, his partner, and the party they had stumbled on in the dungeon were all huddled in there. The party resting and healing their various injuries from the fight they had just endured.
Considering their rank, Jinwoo was surprised that any of them had survived at all. If he hadn’t intervened, they wouldn’t have, but even still their ability to hold out for that long was impressive with Jinwoo. Maybe that’s why he helped them. Flickers of a long-forgotten tenacity he once had. Or maybe it was just luck. “This is your fault!”
Jinwoo calmly turned to the source of the shouting. A deranged looking Ranger looking at him with fear and murderous intent. “You could have stopped those bastards with one blow if you wanted! You could have helped us! Instead, you let Mari and Ken-woo die because you didn’t want to lift a finger!” Jinwoo just let him rant on. There was no point in arguing. He did have a point.
Jinwoo could have destroyed the dungeon monsters with ease, but what good would that do. He did help, in the end, but judging by the turning expressions of the party, many seemed to agree it wasn’t soon enough. “That’s enough out of you.”
Jinwoo turned his head again to the other side towards [Y/N], who was glaring daggers sharper than her blades at the Ranger. “It’s not Jinwoo’s fault that you and Ken-wood decided to bully your party into taking on a gate well above your ranking. I’m all for accepting a challenge, but a B-rank in your team’s current condition? You’re lucky to be alive at all.”
“But he could have saved them! If he wasn’t so selfish and arrogant we could of—“I said that’s enough!” [Y/N]’s voice cut like a knife now. Enough to reset the fear in the fledgling party; even Jinwoo a little. “Either take responsibility for your mistakes and be happy your alive, or I’ll throw you back out there in the wilds myself! You can be sad about your friends, and terrified about the situation, but you are not going to speak that way about the man I love!”
The argument seemed settled, and the group went back to nursing their wounds & spirits in silence as [Y/N] stalked off. Jinwoo waited for a moment before he followed after her. Knowing that he would find her near the cave mouth, and there she was. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine.” [Y/N] hissed. Not frustrated with him, for once, but clearly still keyed up. “Ungrateful sots. I just want to get out of here and go home. This dungeon is a waste of time.”
Jinwoo smiled a little at her complaining and reached out to link his fingers with hers. “Go home with the man you love?”
[Y/N] seemed confused for a second before she suddenly seemed to remember what she’d said in the heat of the moment and her face heated up as well. “That…that’s not….!” Jinwoo kissed her fingers.
He couldn’t remember the last time someone stuck up for him. His sister maybe? Jinwoo wasn’t even sure of that. All he knew was that when she said that she loved him, and got so angry on his behalf against that Ranger, Jinwoo felt his heart swell like he’d never felt before. “Once their patched up I’ll clear the way with you and we can be out of here by dinner.”
[Y/N] nodded slowly, then squeezed his hand. Jinwoo let her go and started making mental preparations for the fight ahead. He wanted to get out of here and go home with the woman he loved as well.
#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#[this is my first one for this fandom. so hope it's good!]#solo leveling x reader#solo leveling#sung jinwoo#sung jinwoo x reader#sung jinwoo x you#sung jinwoo x y/n#sung jin woo x reader#solo leveling fanfic#solo leveling sung jinwoo#sung jinwo x reader#solo leveling jinwoo#jinwo x reader#sung jinwo x you#solo leveling imagine#solo leveling scenarios#imagine#scenarios
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Hey Minji! A thought for your Star Wars things!
Who ever said the SI-OC was the only one to get dumped in SW? Just. A Creche that has several Reincarnations/Transmigrants.
Oh? My god? Just... the FIRST thing that popped into my head? Was the image of one of those "we are so Unbelievably Overworked We No Longer Fear You Nor Death" Sort of office workers/team of workers(nonspecific)?
Just... fuckin EVERYBODY knows Star Wars. Not everybody focused on the same PART of it, but the DO know it. So OBVIOUSLY? The Force decided it should bring in an A Team.
It Did Not ASK the A Team.
They are... like? 4. And sitting in a soft foam, brightly colored Creche, in their lil Jedi rompers, all sitting in a circle, looking at each other like... ( -_-) (-_- ) you too, huh?
Yeeeeeep. (God does Jerry want a cigarette. Jerry gave them up in his 20s. But he's KINDA GOING THROUGH IT, okay?!) (Sarah is hyperventilating in the corner. Her KIDS! Oh GOD. Her KIDS! She was on the way to pick them up from SOCCOR PRACTICE!!!)
Just? This whole ass team of "yeah, we know the LORE, but buddy, pal, we had LIVES! What the FUCK. Star Wars was a HOBBY!" Type adults? No one is happy and everyone wants to choke the metaphysical concept of The Force with their itty, bitty lil baby hands.
They may RIOT.
And like? Do to sheer NUMBERS? They make up ALMOST a full Creche?
Almost.
There is like... one? Maybe two? Actual Jedi Babies™ in their group? It's A Team... plus our collective children. Whom we parent. The MOST baby of babies. Also the spokesperson when they want to fool anyone into thinking they're "normal".
I want Jerry to have a fake cigarette. He's looked up death sticks and like FUCK is he putting that shit in his body, but dear LORD are the oral fixation and mental effects of a past addiction still both real, and a pain in the ASS.
If you try and TAKE his fake ass, hand made, bespoke not-a-cigarette from his itty bitty lil baby hands? He will take your KNEES. These FUCKERS won't even let him have COFFEE. Let him HAVE THIS. *hisses from the walls*
I want them to be ☆~Nightmare Children~☆
They have the power of The Force, various past life skills, an uninterrupted access to the galaxy's BIGGEST LIBRARY, close proximity to FAR too many senator AND their living spaces, and? An actual negative number of fucks to give. They can take shifts. Tag team. Be creepy, horrible, terrible, God awful nightmare creatures climbing out from your WALLS.
Somehow they keep escaping.
Down through the lower temple as they examine the hidden tunnels and escape routes. Through the vents. Forcing other jedi to become VERY familiar with where those pathways are. Sure hope THAT won't someday save your lives! Ya ungrateful, "you're grounded, stop sneaking out younglings" BASTARDS! So rude!!
The camp out in the Corrie Gaurd office. Bring the babies.
Here, you seem stressed, random gaurd. Hold a Jedi Baby. They radiate sunshine and good vibes. Are literally the Anti-Old-Man-Sith. We brought caffeine and food from the temple. Are willing to follow you around like "adorable ducklings" on patrol under the excuse that we're "training" for when we get our own soilders.
Sure is INCONVENIENT for all these asshole senators to has a witness, huh?
You gaurd my back, I'll gaurd yours. And if a certain long neck trips near the stairs? You didn't see SHIT. I'm BABY. How could I POSSIBLY have the control to do that? Now excuse me... we need to practice our "we Jedi Children can stare into your SOOOOOULS, we See All Your Sins." Wide Eyed Unblinking Predator Stare.
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Fateful Encounter |
〖Twisted wonderland〗
[you are an exiled knight of king Hendrik, thrown away by your master as you had disagreed with his method of draining the mines out of magestones belonging to the fae]
TW: torture, implied sexual harrasment [by the human scums of course]
Lilia Vanrouge x F!reader x Baur Ziglot
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"OUCHHH that fucking hurts!"
you had no recollection of what had happened, but you suspect it was king Hendrik dirty play that had you beaten you unconciouss to wake up in a grass covered path surrounded by trees in the dead night. The Dawn knight had warned you about this. the last word you could hear was" if you are so adamant to defend those bandits then you should just go live with them." after years serving as the left hand for that ungrateful tyrannical king this is your payment?
" That jerk! Urgh...Where am i?"
you were in distress, a lady in distress, though that is broken as you decide that it is better if you had looked around and search for help than wailing in self-pity.
Not long you had seen a source of light from a distance. you decided to get closer, Afterall, it is better to die by the sword rather than starvation.
As you went closer and closer you begun to notice a hissing between the trees. You grown aware of your surroundings as you search around.
" HUMAN! state your purpose! How dare you try to sneak into our camp in the dead of the Night!! WAIT! IT"S YOU!! the left hand of that Bastard King! I shall have you dead!"
You raised both your arms up. " Bastard king, I kinda agree with that a tyrant too, well i don't mind, but first let me have some food first, won't you be so kind to give me a last meal?"
" HOW DARE YOU DEMAND FOR A MEAL! YOU---"
" hold on a second, Baur. Look at her clothes. and she is injured"
You had now became aware, you had been stripped out of your armour left with the thin materials used inside of the armour, it too had been ripped from the branches. The logo of king Hendrik kingdom too had been forcefully ripped out of your body cloth leaving a hole on your left arm. You body blotched with black and purple spots you dont doubt you lips were splited and a smear of blood is apparent below your nose. with a topping of a left black eye of course.
" Oh aren't you the general of the right?"
"ugh.. enough with the name, you are king Hendrik famous dog aren't you, state your business.. on second look... heh.. the owner had gotten tired of his dog? what happened did you bark at your master? or did you bite your master?" the general with red stripped hair taunt you.
" Haah.. I wished I had mauled him to the death, then at least he can stop his grabby hand to take whatever he wanted like a spoiled baby."
" hmm.. no that would be a real inconvenient. afterall, we fae had a fair share of grudge toward your stupid king, Human or should i say Dog."
" Okay deal.. so when can i have my meal?"
" HOW DARE YOU ASK LILIA VANROUGE FOR A MEAL?! YOU INSOLENT FOOL!"
" a meal?!?"
" Aa.. well, I rather die with food rather than dying without a last meal, so before you kill me the previous left hand dog of king Hendrik would you be so kind to give me one last meal?"
"YOU!!! ---"
" hahahaha.. you are an intresting one. alright I will grant you, your wish, afterall, I have just finished making the food come come."
"But Lilia, they are a human..."
"don't worry, its their last meal afterall. khufufufu."
"eurgh! HUMAN, WHERE IS YOUR GRATITUTE, GENERAL LILIA HAD GRACEFULLY PREPARE A MEAL FOR YOU!"
" I give thee my deepest gratitude for your never-ending kindness." you performed a half bow with your right hand towards your chest.
You are guided toward the camp as Baur the green-haired guy kept an eye on you, feeling very suspicious of your presence. Meanwhile, Lilia was leading the group.
once you are inside of his camp several soldiers are to rise and hiss at you only to be informed than you are Lilia's esteemed guest making them shocked as they continue to stare at you and your tattered uniform.
you are seated in a big log as Baur sat neck to you armed cross, frowning. You have to say that this guy is quite attractive even when he frowned. You look around the camp to find that the camp is previously owned by the silver fox.
Your attention is diverted as Lilia placed a strange green? brown? goop into a wooden plate and handed towards you.
"Here you go! eat up before I can slice you up!"
" ..... What is this?"
" HOW DARE YOU QUESTIONED SUCH THING! THIS IS LILIA SPECIALITY SOLDIER SOUP!"
" it is filled with nutrition if you must asked. its a tradition for a fae." Lilia smirked
you took a sniff at your bowl reeking of whatever foul thing on the planet, you then take a bite deciding not to be rude to the host and also it is you whom had demanded for food, you need to eat it despite it's appearance, it might be good regarding of its look just like a few dish that you had tried before.
Your mind turned blank as you froze. Once the food had enter your mouth you could feel your gag reflex acting up. Not wanting to spit it out you hold your mouth shut. You could feel your skin turning into a shade of green. your check. you forced yourself to swallow like a good girl you are.
" What is in there?!"
" hmm.. well we have lizard tail and foot, a cow's liver.."
" BLerghhhhhhhh....urp.." you try not to let the spoonful of the goop rise up your throat.
" DO YOU DARE TO OFFEND GENERAL LILIA'S COOKING??!"
You stare at this green haired guy dead in the eye, you had lost your fear for your live. " Is this seriously your traditional food? did you eat this everyday?"
" Quite human! this is very healthy! it is too very convenient!"
" That is true you know, I don't have time to do whatever gourme chef do, this is just enough to feed my troops."
" As beautifulas you faes are you are quite horrible with foods, ah how terrible, I feel so bad for your troops."
" HOW DARE YOU OFFEND GENERAL LILIA!! RAISE YOUR SWORD HUMAN!"
" If you rather die in hunger then be my guess." the general spoke.
" Haaa..." You placed the bowl on top of the log as you look around for wa mound judging by the state of the camp, the previous troop had rushed off in a hurry, there is bound to have unlooted item or burried goods around, afterall most of hendrik's troops are insufferably and idioticly selfish like their master.
"AH there it is.." You walked towards the mould as you started to dig.
" WHAT ARE YOU DOING HUMAN!!"
" Baur Let them be.."
you pulled out a big chunk of pork meat from the ground.
" ....Lilia... i didn't know meat can grow from the ground like that.. Did you human invent whatever this is?!"
" I had no recollection in history of whatever this is. it must be a new invention?"
" HAH! i wished it is, some greasy soldier just decided that they want a whole meat for themselves and hid it here. nothing special at all."
" HAH! AS EXPECTED OF YOU HUMANS! ALWAYS SO GREEDY! EVEN TO YOUR KIND, HAVE THEY NO SHAME?!"
General lilia just sighed. You walked to plants you found around as you picked few leaves and search for salt and pepper around the pouch, since there is bound to be. You started to prepare a skewered pork. Baur who was planning to interfere was stopped by Lilia as he let you do whatever you want.
" All done.." the smell of roasted meat filled the whole camp making the troop's mouth watered.
" Nutricious, convenient, and delicious! Won't you have a try." you picked a stick for yourself and one you handed in the direction of both Baur and Lilia.
" WHO WOULD WANT YOUR FOOD?! for all I know you might've put poison in it."
" Bruh.. I literally cooked right in front of you."
" Hmmm.. Then don't mind if I do.. if I found you to have put strange things into this meal I will have you chopped. we fae have sensitive tongue especially"
" geez you saw me eating this grilled meat too.. I didn't put anything alright! it would be a crime for the food itslef to have been used as a killing method. also do you really have?"
" huh?! what is that supposed to mean?"
" ah no it's just that you have been eating that good for the longest time, so i assumed your tastebuds are dead.... or something."
" Huh?! how brazen of you! it is not that bad." Lilia took the stick form your hand as he tried it.
His tongue instantly boomed with flavour, he stayed quit not wanting to admit that your food had exceeded his food and his expectation.
" not bad.."
" Is it really?"
" I had enough for your whole troops, I don't eat that much, so please have it. That greedy bastard had actually managed to hide that big chunk of meat.. i even have left over" you offered.
" Whoa.. how kind of you." Lilia said as he called on his troop who had been staring at the group for quite some time now, mouth watering.
" Baur you too have some, we will have quite a long journey after all."
" ABSOLUTELY NOT! I rather die than have a food made by humans. I am not hungry at all any way!" He huffed arms still crossing around his large chest.
Suddenly a loud roar boomed. A loud roar from the belly of the green haired soldier
Silence ensue as a hue of pink started to appear on his cheek.
" PFFFTTT... "
You cannot hold your laughter any longer as you laugh out loud. Lilia follows.
" you are hungry right?, have some come one."
" No way!"
You then have a good idea, " Fine! then i can have your portion!!! thank you for the extra food!"
" YOU.. YOU GREEDY LITTLE DOG! fine i will have it! MOVE!"
You laugh as you shoved the skewered pork to his mouth rendering him speechless and you laughing,
" Whose the dog now" you mischievously taunt.
The meat is ripped forcefully from his mouth as he chewed aggressively, " Just watch your back human! I will tear you to death!" he screamed still mouthful as you just chuckled.
" You are quite an interesting human, it's been so long since I had this much fun, rather than have you die, why don't you become our personal cook from no on? he chuckled.
" HUH me?"
" ABSOLUTELY NOT! Lilia!! but she is a human! What if she is sent as a spy for our troops?"
" Then I assign you to keep a close eye on her, simple."
" BUt --- eugh.. Yes, General Lilia."
and from then on your life from a left hand dog of the king had shift and roll and become the personal chef of General Lilia troop, the bane of King Hendrik troops. you had quite enjoyed your new role to be honest, the days are spent with teasing the stiff green haired guy. You had gotten quite close to him as he grew less weary of you overtime. even when he speak so harshly you had realized that Baur had actually cared for you and his troop. especially after that incident.
"OUCHH!" you had managed to trip yourself over a poking branch spraining your ankle.
" Y/N! What happened?!"
" ah it's just i didn't see that branch peeking out.."
" HUMAN! how pathetic a previous knight could go?! tripping over a measly branch?! "
" Hey its covered with leaves I cannot see them."
" HA.. What am I to do with you come!." He crouched down in front of you positioning himself. you are frozen shocked of course.
" HUMAN DONT MAKE ME WAIT!"
" o.. alright..." you are being carried by Baur in piggyback as he lead you back to camp earning a snicker from Lillia of course.
ever since then you had tried your best to show your gratitude towards him by giving him more meat or more food on his portion, when he commented that you are wasting the troops food on him you pushed through convincing him that he needed to have more food fae to reasons that is never disclose of course, a pride of a woman wont ever reveals her secrets Afterall.
You are unaware of the shade of pink that decorated the crocodile man's face. At the end of the day, He too got his own secrets to keep.
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On a normal evening you had found Lilia struggling to apply the wound on his back from the previous clash with the iron clad. You decided to step in.
" Lilia I am coming in." you said as you enter the camp.
"H-hey, What is the meaning of this? i never agreed for you to enter. have you been stalking me?" his top is still on the side and he struggles with the bandage.
" Hahaha what if I am? anyway, please let me address those wounds."
" Haah? as if I need help from a ---"
"Hey I told you I don't need help!" the head strong stubborn fae huffed.
But of course, you hadn't listened taking the bandage out of his hand you grabbed an ointment, smearing it onto his back before wrapping the wound with the bandage.
"All down." he then turned towards you as he pushed you back towards the wooden cart, your escape route blocked. both hands placed on the both side of your face in a kabedon manner. is this how you die? well at least you died in an honorable way.
" How brazen of you? do you know what i can do to you? a man without his shirt to a defenseless little girl."
" huh.. beat me? either way you need to address that wound properly or it will get horribly infected Also i am not a defenseless little girl i got teeth to bite don't i?" you Feigh ignorance.
"Haa.. sometimes I wonder how you managed to reach this age, you got 0 survival skills."
" Hahaha luck I guess?" you shrugged.
Lilia chuckled as he let you go. He was a bat fae, he was always the babysitter, the one taking care of, so it surprised him so when you had taken care of him in return. He then turned around to leave you.
" From now on, I will come to you if I had any other wound, so you better be ready at all time, human." he looked back at you smirking before he left the camp. a tint of red are shading his tipped ears.
" Yes sireee."
You had become Lilia's personal medic, though to his annoyance sometimes you had also assisted other fae in his troop and Baur. making him all annoyed, " her hands should only touch my bare body." Unaware of his feelings.
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The winter is coming, the lake had started to froze. Your tattered fabric uniform had little help to keep you from the cold, but of course, you do not dare to tell a single soul. what would be of you if you had complained you were too cold. All the soldier's clothes are too big on you anyway and you do not want to burden your companion with your unnecessary complains, they got pesky people to remove from harvesting the mountain dry afterall. So you push trough.
Until in the dead end of winter you had woken up shivering as your body shake and teeth clatter. The fire was flickering from the wind and do little to keep you warm, You decided to just take a run to warm yourself up. Before you can properly stand up a large hand had gripped your arm.
" Where do you think you are going y/n" his deep morning voice rang through, thankfully not as loud as his normal voice is.
" Oh me,,, I am going for a run.."
" Hoo... so you are running away?"
" NO.. I was just... warming myself up."
" Is that so.." Baur sit up and pull you back to the ground making you sit still, he pulled and extra uniform as he throws it at you.
" wear that before i changed my mind."
" OHH really?! Thank you so much!" you quickly wear the large piece of garments.
" then I will be going back to sleep." you got back to lay down.
" alright." he scoot over next to your horizontal body.
" uhm..."
" i figured a close body contact would make the hat to circulate around, it would make the both of us warmer, Dont think of futile stuff human! This is just a soldier conduct to take care of each other!."
" Yes and warm each other hohoho."
Unbeknowst to you two, Lilia who had slept in front of you both had been awakened by the shuffling as he saw the scene in front of him. Chucking to himself at the turn of event. Of course, he was going to stalk you if had went on that run and maybe force you down on the ground as he demanded your purpose on running away, but Baur had managed to caught you before he do. He felt upset but at the same time relief because you are now stuck between his fingers unable to leave him or his troop.
" ah to leave me out! such a sad guy I am. I too am very cold." he decided to break.
" Lilia you could join too.." you chuckled
"well don't mind if i do."
Baur huffed as he lay next to you, arm wrapped around your smaller body as you curled into his embrace, with Lilia on your other side spooning you, you are thanking God because not only could you sleep warmly at night you too got to be in the embrace of the hot crocodile man and the bat fae.
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It was a normal day, as you enjoyed your taunts and conversation with your fellow troops, you had been accepted by the troops as their personal chefs, sometimes they even made a request of course not within the ears of Baur since he will give them an earful for being fussy and troubling you though he would never admit. You too had exchange your skill to Lilia and Baur, exchanging tactics with Lilia as you teach them the human way and them the Fae way.
The both of them had found out why you had been exiled to the wilderness, they felt enrage as to what they had done to their dog whomst had just choose to speak their opinion, even in Briar Valley, their princess is not as henious as to not let her subordinate speak their different opinion.
Both are enraged of the previous living conditions. You had been born by a prostitute and were taken to be raised as a soldier, you had managed to rise up to the king's left hand with your own strength and determination and hence your treatment is worse than that of a dog especially with the king himself treating you like his dog. You had told them that sometimes you were summoned to his chambers at night despite having a wife, though you had managed to escape or gain assistance with the kind golden haired man as he covered for you.
That story had enraged the faes, how dare those people had regarded you so lowly despite your achievements, it is simply digusting. How dare those people who are far than worthy of your presence with and a power far lesser than yours decide to grope you and mistreat you. You are a knight, always second to the Knight of dawn, Although you explained that the Knight and his father had been the only person to show kindness towards you no matter the origin of your birth. You had thought of leaving, but they had given you comfortable place to sleep and food, there is fate much worse you thought. The whole conversation had made you wonder of how the knight of dawn is doing with his duty, you hoped your brother well.
Both, Lilia and Baur, had shared a deepen felling towards you, a determined brave girl. You had managed to snuggle yourself comfortable in their hearts. So you have to worry no longer for mistreatment, The fae had deemed themselves your new owner and will treat you accordingly, such a good dog is meant to be showered in praise and gold, not thrown with a rock. Such a rare find you are, an interesting human girl, a gem. The king had let his most precious gem slipped out of his pocket and faes are quite attracted to shiny objects, the king wouldn't mind you them stealing this one will he? Afterall, he had stolen many of their magestones.
Baur surprised you with his patching skill as he sews the holes of your uniform and made them more presentable, he had done that once he found you removing the extra clothe the given you in the morning. When he enquired why you had told him that the clothe are too big and it would hinder your movement. He agreed with your point, but he would not let you dress in tattered uniform for the rest of the journey, so he had you hand over your uniform and changed into his oversized one while he patch your onesie uniformed up. He insisted you keep the cloth of course in case you had felt cold.
Lilia had sometimes assisted you with cooking as well, although it had ended with you pushing him away from the pot so as to not let him put any wierd ingredients into the pot. though you had enjoyed your time cooking as he told you tales of his adventure and his childhood. In return you told him of your past, and goals in life, you had list of stuff you wanted to try such as walking in a garden full of flowers and not those who are filled made from metal. You had shared your distaste with Lilia over their destructive inventions.
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"IRON CLADS!!"
You had gone through your chores and food prep before you heard a shrill of high-pitched hiss. A fae soldier had shouted warning the camp over an incoming siege. you hurriedly abandoned your station picking up a spear given to you to defend yourself. you looked around to see Lilia and Baur now already on their mask as they ordered the troops around as they fought Hendrik's man. In a distance you could see one of the ironclads sneaking up on the crocodile masked guy, preparing to take a blow straight toward the unsuspecting crocodile.
" BAUR! LOOK OUT!" you had shoved Baur's body with yours, pushing him out of the path of danger. only for the danger to be directed to you.
"URGH!" you hurl as you your torso had taken a strong blow, knocking you down as you writhe on the ground.
"Y/N! HOW DARE YOU!" he quickly went after the perpetrator as they ran away, having failed their mission.
"Y/N!" Lilia wanted to check on you but he was preoccupied with his own fights.
More and more iron clads keeps coming by. they are throwing nets to unsuspecting fae or injured ones, You could hear Lilia telling the troop to retreat, Baur trying to get to you but unabled to as you feel a net had wrapped around you as well dragging you closer to the iron clad.
" Y/N!!!" both are trying to get to you defeating the ironclads in his way, but it is for naught as you were pulled towards the troop, they were outnumbered. They watch in desperation as they saw your injured and immobilized body being dragged, helpless to your own fate. and unable to help you, even when you had helped them.
"Hey isn't this the previous left hand knight?! The dog knight?"
" i had thought they died when she ran away from the castle?!"
'Run away? whatt ??' you thought unable to speak.
" she must've sold her body to those fae that must be why she is still alive."
" What a true bitch... must be nice to be able to use her body Hahahaha. We should take this traitorous bitch back of course, we might get a huge sum."
' no...' your consciousness fades as you no matter how you tried to wake up.
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The room was dark and cold, you could feel your hand chained to your back. both your feet and been chained down at the ankle, both with a medium lenght chain connecting to the ground, enabling you to do just a few motion but on the ground nonetheless. You had been put in the castle's dungeon.
" click" the door had opened as you saw both the king and knight of dawn entered. Seeing your frail battered body the knight could only clenched as the king sneered in amusement.
" HO.. so the unfaithful dog had come back to it's owner." He sneered.
Both you and the knight had known that his words are full of bull, you are the one that had been exiled. though you are unable to speak, to tired to even lift a finger.
"ANSWER WHEN YOU ARE SPOKEN TOO!" the king throw a fit as he begun to kick you, stomping on you over and over again, pressing the purple wound on your body.
"Sire.. please, you do need to waste an energy for this one" the knight's eye widened as he tried to find a way to save you from your faith. Ah he is stil as you remembered him to be kind. how kind of you.. brother.
" I would have had away with your body, but unfortunately ofr you, those fae might have left some disease on you, such a shame. Your fair skin are no more, How is it being a toy for those bandits?" he went to grab you by the jaw forcing you to look at him, you are wincing as his grip is crushing your bone.
" But thanks to that, she might have a few information of the fae and their strategy, we should take it out from their mouth, you stil have some use afterall, GUARDS! if i am unable to use your body, then i might as well see it flogged, HAhahahha."
you had been set to be flogged until you had given them any information about the fae. But one thing the king is mistaken about; is that you are a true loyal dog. You would've rather die than to give any information to the king. Their kind had shown you the most kindness and respect towards you than your own. You could see the knight tried to reason with the king to no avail, the stubborn fool is too full of himself afterall.
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It was shameful, to have your uniform thorn at the hands of the knight of dawn in command of the inspecting king. Your scarred back, a memories to your past, were shown to both of them as they begun to carve one after the other,
' Just like old times, you tried to remind yourself. You had been an orphan and a homeless, flogged daily to feed those who share the same fate as you and for yourself. Your skill had been recognized by the father of the knight of dawn, whom had trained you along with his son, Your bond is thicker than those of aristocrat siblings, having been adopted by his father you are technically his sister and he your brother. He was always concerned about you and disapproved the discrimination against you for your origins. He tried his best to dispel these acts but what can one person do? He cannot change other people mind as long as the king himself had treated you as if you are a prostitute, He was furious on his own incompetent, what kind of brother is he, unable to save you from such fate.
He was heartbroken when the new of your disappearance spread, leading to him found out about what the king had done. It sickens him that he had to serve a dirty king such as he, but it hurts his heart more to see you trying to hold in your wailings as you slowly break.
Your eyes had grown to those of a lifeless corpse as you bite your tongue bloody as to not give the satisfaction to the Idiot king.
"Hurry and tell me what they are planning their strategies!" The king who had grown impatient stomp over to your side pulling you by your hair.
You spit a mix of your blood and saliva on to his face, eyebrows furrowed. You would rather die than to sell out your friends like that.
" You bitch ! have it your way! guard bring in the iron rod!"
Your torture was far from over, the night is going to be long for you and your brother who are forced to watch as he watches your face contorted, screeching in pain from the hot iron burning your flesh.
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"Urkk!."
" please my dear y/n, please drink this, it is a healing remedies."
You had lost consciousness as the third iron pressed against your skin burrning your flesh away. you felt a liquid vial being pressed towards your mouth. You frail awake as you tried to get away from the perpetrator like a scared dog.
" Shhh.. Shhh.. it's me.. your brother... please.. i will never harm you."
He went to hug your bruised body, careful with your injuries. Your body laxed as you limped into his hug. you could feel his body trembling as drips of tear fall unto your bare shoulder.
" I am sorry... I am so sorry, dear sister..." he cried. you wished you could pat him on his back but your hands are chained and you are too tired.
" brother.. Please,.... it is not your fault..." you tried to croak out words after word, as to deliver your message.
" I am unable to protect you, it is a duty as your brother, and i have failed... i am sorry.."
He had brought you warm food and the vial of healing potion and had placed your head into his lap as he smeared an ointment to your bruised. Patting your head in reassurance. The two of you conversed just like old time, catching up, afterall it had been months since you last seen your brother. it was nice
" it is time for me to go, dear sister, i was requested to accompany Lady rose this afternoon." he gently lift your head and placed them down on the ground.
With one last look , his heart clenched once more seeing your worn out and battered body. " I will see you tommorow same time. please stay strong sister."
and you are once more alone in the cell.
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Days turns to week, and week turned to two, as everything had been a blur to you since you had fade in and out of your consciousness, King Hendrik is relentless, no matter how much your brother had begged, he would come to see you with your brother of the torture he had command his guards to do to you. but no matter how many time he flogged you, how many minutes you are under the water, no matter the beatings that came after and how many hot metal rod being pressed onto your flesh, you had refused to relay any information to the Spoiled king.
Your brother had begged you at, some points,to just let him know whatever he wants to know, but you ignored him, much to his concern and headaches.
You had grown to wish for your death as you refused the vial your brother gives you, begging for him to just let you be, he would have none of your nonsensical blabber of course forcing the vial down your throat. But over time he too had started to think if what he is doing is for himself or yours, beating himself for not being able to help you at all.
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"My king!"
In the dead evening during one of your torture time, a soldier came barging in and whispered something to the king.
" WHAT?!! Knight you come with me! And you continue to pry information out of her, if she still had refused by dawn, cut of her tongue and present her severed head to me, a dog's head might work as a decoration." much to your brother's distressed as he stares as you with concern filling his eyes as to communicate with you before leaving, begrudgingly to follow the king.
You tried to listen to your surrounding to figured out what is happening, but all for naught as all is drowned by your screaming voice. The guards had continued to mercilessly torture your body with the metal iron, sometimes deciding to beat your body with the hot piping iron instead of just pressing it onto your exposed skin.
Is this how you will die? you haven't finished your goal yet, you haven't told Lilia how you love his kindness and that you are grateful of the day he had allowed you to join his camp, You haven't told Baur on how much you loved his passion for justice and reciprocate his kindness towards you, As bad as it sounds both of the fae had found a place in your heart as well, but it is bound to never make its way to the light of day as you were about to die. The thought had riddled your thought throughout your torture, tear stinging your eyes both from the pain and your thoughts. You could see the dusk revel into dawn, as the sun slowly raised up from its hiding place.
you had surrendered yourself to death and had chosen to die in an honorable way. If they are going to kill me then i would rather go down with my pride rather than begged for my life.
"Heh, would you look at the time, such as sad time for you, it's time to get that fiesty tongue of yours chopped of hahaha." he taunts as he grabbed a tonsil to pry your tongue from the cave of your mouth, it hurts.
he raised his knife up high as to chop your tongue.
Ithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurts..
You brace for the impact as you clenched your eyes shut..
But it never came..
"Y/N!!"
you saw a flash of green as you felt the knife dropped as the head of the guards too roll on the ground letting you tongue go from the tonsil. Confussing you, eyes wideded, you tried to move your head but you are unable to as you are too tired so you fall immobilized to the ground.
You felt a hand reach under your head gently lifting you up and turning you around to face him. His normally stern eyes grew teary as he cradles you in him arm placing his head to your shoulder.
"Lilia..?"
" They will pay for what they did. I will make sure of it. They will pay a hundredth times over!" His hand now cupped your face gently, snapped his watery eyes turn deadly as he furrowed his eyebrows. his expression riddled with anger as he turned to slashed the chains bounding your hands and feet using his magearm before he princess carry your bruised and weak body in his arms, resting your had to his shoulder. The smell of a burning fleash assulting his nostrils
" STOP RIGHT THER--" the poor guards were chopped into pieces by the merciless fae and his last bit of patience towards humanity has left his own soul.
The fate was shared to many other soldier standing on his way until you had felt the breeze of the dawn, finally out of your confinement after many days. You took a deep breath.
Baur upon seeing the two of you rushed towards Lilia and upon closer inspection he saw the extent of your injuries. the boisterous man had left speechless and in shock as he too become riddled with rage.
"How.. dare them.. HOw dare theyyy!!! this kingdom is out to be blown to dust! this is Unforgivable!"
He gently went over you as to inspect, Lilia handing you towards Baur. grunting as your tattered back is moved around.
" It's time for us to go home now." Lilia who had caress your cheek once more turned to grab his large magearm and readied himself to plunge to bawttle once more, making way for hima dn his troop to go as he had claimed back his prize, his gem.
The king having heard of the news forced more guards to secure around the castle to prevent you from escaping. Your brother wished you a safe journey as he thanked the fae silently in hid breathe, feeling tears of relief starting to water his eyes behind this mask.
Baur tried as gently as he could not to cause further harm as he cradled you, tears were threatening to spill from his teary eyes. But he shall do that later once you are safe and secured, now he needs to focus on bringing you to a safe place and maintainning you alive.
The blood lost had made you drowsy as you surrender yourself to the Crocodile fae's embrace.
" c'mon y/n Hold on a bit longer, we are near.."
" Pleasee.. don't sleep now. DONT YOU DARE FALL ASLEEP HUMAN!!"
His tears are flowing freely as he fastened his pace towards the camp before your weak body had grown still. He is now filled with rage and concern so does lilia as they make haste towards the camp to give you emergency medic care, They had given you emergency first aid, but they could only work as much as they could.
Your eyes are growing heavy and heavier.
" Lilia! we must make haste!!" he raced through the forest faster than he had ever ran, The Other fae had also catch up.
"Y/N STAY AWAKW! AS YOUR COMMANDER I COMMAND YOU TO STAY AWAKE!"
" y/n.."
"Y/NN!!!"
•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•
The birds are chirping loudly as the drip of the waterfall is loud and clear.
A ray of light assaulting your eyes as you pried them open. On your right you had seen the tired bat fae sleeping soundfully beside you, and to your right the green-haired crocodile man fusing and sorting out ingredients, You had seen the blood-soaked towel in the watter filled bowl beside you. You saw your body had been covered by bandages as you are wearing an unfamiliar clothes. you shuffled around.
The green-haired man was alerted as he rushed to your side abandoning his previous job.
"Y/N!!! Lilia!! Y/n had woken up!!."
"y/n.. Y/N!." Lilia was startled awake.
you tried to sit down but their hands had swiftly prop you back down. Baur handing a glass of water to Lilia as he feed you gently.
feeling no longer parched you spoke.
"How long have i been asleep?"
" around a week."
" A week?! no wonder i was so thirsty you licked your lips."
Lilia sigh " Do you know how worried i am? must you come tattered everytime i meet you? and whats with your nonchalant attitude?"
" DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH LILIA AND I ARE CONCERNED ABOUT YOU! WE LOOK AFTER YOU DAY AND NIGHT AND YET... and yet you wouldn't wake up..." The green haired guy seems to abandoned his strict personality as his eyes watered, Cradling you into his embrace once more.
" We thought we had lost you..." he cried.
" im sorry." you placed your hands as you rubbed his back, Lilia too joined the hug, He might seem calm and uncaring but with how much grip he had on you, you thought otherwise.
" Geez how troublesome this pet is, i should get you a collar so you don't jump into danger on the first sight of it."
" MIGHT BE FOR THE BEST."
"ahahaha.. i'm sorry." you to had felt tears falling from your eyes as you clung to them. Of course you do not know how serious Lilia is with his previous comment. You had missed this. You thank whatever diety is there that had allow your fate to rekindle with your friend, Enabing you to experience this once more.
" I am home."
" welcome home"
"Welcome home.."
[6885 words]
<< The End >>
[ i made this because bruv the hotness and handsomeness of Sebek's grandpapa and lilia younger days are freaking blinding me and playing with my heaed!! EVEN TO MY FUCKING DREAMSS HAA?! also this is also for those who had the same resentment towards their shitty boss or those who had mistreated you, Let General lilia and Baur zigvolt nurse you back and be the cure towards that rage and depression. hope you enjoy this one, darlings!]
( :̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅:𓆩♡𓆪:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)
[ Here a bandage just for you]
#ツイステッドワンダーランド#twisted wonderland#yandere twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#baur zigvolt#lilia vanrouge#twst lilia#twst baul#general lilia#a heal fic#cure of depression#twisted wonderland fanfic#twst fanfic#twst x reader#MY LOVE IS MINE MINE MINE#GRANDPAPA BE HOT AS HECC
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🏠one goodbye, a million hellos
A Phoenix and Ashes & Don’t you dare run away short story (can be read as a standalone)
Suna x f!reader
Summary: Suna is invited to the wedding of his ex. he goes there with a broken heart and leaves with a loving one.
Content warnings: alcohol consumption, non-explicit bed scene, swearings, timeskip, manga spoilers
Words count: 3.5k
Suna knew from the moment he woke up that morning, that today was going to be shitty day. First, his alarm didn’t go off—luckily, his lazy cat decided to scratch at the door, waking him up. Bleary-eyed, he noted that the noise outside was way too loud for it to be 6 a.m. That’s when he checked the time. It was 8 a.m.
He launched out of bed and stumbled as his ankle twisted slightly. He barely registered the discomfort because he simply had no time to waste. Then he checked the weather on his phone: a sunny day ahead, or so he thought. However, all he had to do was cross the threshold to realise that he’d checked the forecast for Hiroshima, not Tokyo, and that it was pouring rain in the bigger city.
The way to the gym didn’t help ease his mood. He had to wait for two overcrowded trains to pass before he could squeeze onto the third, only to watch in horror as his wallet tumbled out of his bag and skidded across the station floor. Two teenagers shot him a pitying look and smirked.
His coach made him run ten extra laps of the court as a punishment.
Anyway, it was shaping up to be the shittiest day.
Only two things can possibly redeem it now, Suna hopes: the company of his chubby, grey cat and the arrival of his long-awaited new volleyball shoes.
When he finally reaches his apartment building, he rushes to the mailbox.
Fuck, the shoes aren’t there.
He sighs heavily and sorts through the stack of mostly junk mail. There’s an ad for the new yakiniku restaurant that opened in his neighbourhood, a fan’s letter (how did they find his address?) and then, at the bottom of the mailbox, a delicate, white envelope with his name inked in familiar handwriting. Suddenly, his chest tightens. Suna feels his lungs closing, as if they can no longer inhale the breath from outside. Because, even if he wishes he could unrecall the way his ex-girlfriend used to write his name, he can’t; and the letter is from her. He doesn’t need to open the letter to know what it is. She wouldn’t use such elegant paper for him—not anymore. So, he knows, even before reading a single word, that it is an invitation to her wedding.
Her wedding to Miya Osamu.
But just in case his hunch was wrong, in case she dumped his former teammate and wants Suna back in her life, he decides to unfold the paper, carefully.
Honda Airi & Miya Osamu are pleased to invite you...
That’s enough for today.
He shoves the letter into his bag, in a harsh move. Yet somehow, he can’t bring himself to crumple or shred it to pieces for it is certainly very precious to Airi.
When he enters his apartment, he mumbles a shy “tadaima”, it’s unusual for him. He never much cared for the ritual of announcing his return, but his mother used to insist on it, so he only does it with her and his younger sister when he visits them. And Airi once complained when he didn’t. He never knew why it mattered so much to her.
“It’s just… I love having someone to say ‘okaeri’ to,” she said.
Only now does Suna understand the warmth of having someone to greet when coming home, or rather, Suna understands the coldness of having no one to go home to. Not even Peko-chan, his cat, bothers to look up at him, it doesn’t seem like that ungrateful bastard is going to come and ask for cuddles anytime soon.
He finds a single lollipop on the kitchen counter and unwraps it, it’s sweet but somehow tonight, it tastes bitter.
The letter stays in his bag for weeks. Airi tries to call him a few times, leaving messages of “hey, I was wondering if you had received a letter?”, and “tell me when you have received the invitation… I’d like to talk with you about it.” Which turned into “everyone received theirs so I don’t know if you moved out or if you’re ignoring me… anyway, please call me back.”
She sounds so worried; it makes him feel bad and so, he calls her back.
Airi seems to be thrilled when she talks about the wedding plans. There’s this spark in her voice that reminds him of everything he once loved about her. For a brief moment, he almost forgets it is supposed to hurt.
She begs him to come because “you’ve always meant a lot to me, and… I still think of you as a close friend. And Osamu’s entire team from high school is coming. It wouldn’t feel right without you there. But I understand if it makes you feel uncomfortable-”
“I’ll come.” He simply replies. Suna has always been a man of few words. He believes he hears a sigh of relief in her voice.
She thanks him one, twice, thrice, Suna pretends it is a pleasure. Which it is (because he made her happy) but also isn’t (because all the regrets he pushed aside for years suddenly resurface).
That evening, he reads the whole invitation. It is so quintessentially her—simple and graceful, the venue will be in the mountains, of course she loves the mountains. The wedding will be held in summer, near her birthday. Every detail seems to fit her perfectly, even the name next to hers, and despite the hurt and regrets, Suna Rintarou has to admit that Miya Osamu is a way better choice than himself for her; he had always been.
The day comes and Suna feels his stomach hurt when he arrives at the venue. It’s a small gathering, which only makes him more visible when he parks. He glances at the people that are already there, and takes a deep inspiration—yet, even in the calm, he can feel his pulse race. A few seconds after, he hears Atsumu tapping on his window.
“Sunarin, my man!” Atsumu’s grin is wide as ever, and Suna’s response is his usual faint smile.
Atsumu explains everything to him from what’s planned for dinner to where the restrooms are but soon after that, excuses himself to go see his brother who’s almost done getting ready.
To stay close to people who are calm and won’t ask too many questions, Suna makes his way to his senpai, Aran and Kita, and nods through conversations, pretending to be his normal self, quiet and unbothered.
Suna doesn’t remember a lot about what happened after, maybe because he was to focus on trying to make the pain in his chest go away.
But when Airi arrives, he finds her beautiful, but he also admits to himself that his heart doesn’t beat the way it used to. The man realises that it is not her that haunts him, but the regrets and the “what could have been?”. It’s the longing to have someone by his side to cherish. It’s the fact that the only true love story he had experienced ended in tears—because of him—and when he tried to fix the broken glasses, it was too late.
This goodbye will forever hurt.
By the reception, Suna attempts to control his drinking��partly because he is a professional athlete, but mostly because he fears he might say something stupid to Airi, “Could it have been us?”, he nearly asks when he bumps into her at the buffet. But instead, “I’m happy for you,” comes out.
“Thank you, Rin. It means a lot coming from you.” the hurt eases even slightly.
Still the alcohol starts blurring his mind a little bit and he turns, only to find himself spilling his drink on someone.
“Shit,” that someone says.
“Oh-sorry!” he mutters, reaching for a napkin to help.
She says nothing back, and doesn’t even look at him at first, not out of annoyance, Suna concludes, but because her attention is glued to her camera, which took the brunt of the spill (and that thing seems the hell expensive).
After a minute or so, she sighs heavily and mumbles a “thanks gods, it’s still working.” As she raises the camera, she snaps one picture of Suna.
The man raises an eyebrow, genuinely taken aback.
“I need to remember the man who almost made me lose my job.”
She grins. And Suna can finally see her whole face. She’s more radiant than a thousand suns.
“Your job?”
“Yep. Honda-san, I mean, Miya-san now, hired me to be the photograph for tonight. My shop is close to her workplace.” She says, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she extends her hand to introduce herself.
“Mmh, nice to meet you. I’m Suna.”
He’s cold. Suna knows he is, but it’s not like he can do anything about it, that’s just who he has always been. Somehow, she doesn’t seem impressed or upset by it. She simply scratches her chin and frowns.
“Are you here for the bride or the groom… Wait, let me guess. You’re pretty tall and handsome. Volleyball player, right? So, the groom’s side, I’d say.”
Suna doesn’t know how to respond to that because after all, he’s here for both.
“Actually…” He hesitates. “I was in high school with them.”
“Oh, I’m sure you were the mysterious type and cool guy all the girls had a crush on?”
Suna laughs, a short huff through his nose. “I don’t know. Were you the stalking girl who took pictures of her crush?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“Did you take many pictures of me tonight?” He wheedles and crosses his arms.
“Who said I had a crush on you?”
That girl is probably smarter than he would ever be, Suna concludes and just when he’s thinking about what he can argue back, she chimes in.
“But, if you want to know, you’ll have to stop by my shop sometime.”
He’s surprised when his heart skips a beat and finds himself wanting to know more about her. They chat naturally for the next half an hour, like old friends or something close to it. She mentions Momo, her cat, a clingy, high-maintenance furball that couldn’t be more different from his laid-back pet. He shows her a photo of said pet, and she laughs about how nonchalant he looks (“like his owner” she adds). She still thinks the felines would look good together. Suna wonders if they would.
“Well, I just forgot I’m supposed to be working and I saw that dude who looks like an owl doing a backflip on the dancefloor. I think Miya-san wouldn’t want me to miss this.” She leans just an inch so that Suna is close enough now to inhale a fragment of her scent. “Guess I’ll see you around… Mister Cool Guy.”
Before he can say anything, she slips back into the crowd. Suna thinks he catches a slight blush on her ears, he smiles, and it makes his cheeks hurt.
Two weeks after, Airi calls him.
“Rin, I hate to ask, but I’m in Osaka right now, and the wedding photos are ready. Could you pick them up?”
Suna wonders if she has some sixth sense or if fate is intervening, but either way, he decides to take the chance.
When he arrives at the shop, she’s there, and the man swears he caught her smile widen when she saw him. She’s helping a young girl with some identity photos, telling her jokes, and making funny faces to get a smile from the child. The way she acts with her makes him think that she has that ability of making everyone feel at ease.
“Here for the photos?” she asks and hands him the envelope.
He takes it, but something holds him back from leaving just yet. He’s here to do his ex a favour, but as he heads toward the door, he finds himself turning around.
“What are you doing after this?”
“Nothing,” she answers, almost too quickly.
The middle blocker holds back a teethfull smile, “There’s a new yakiniku place nearby. I’ve been wanting to try it.”
“I close in twenty minutes.” She informs.
“I’ll wait,” he replies, and finally lets a rare smile break through.
The dinner’s great, they talk about everything and nothing at all. He grills the meat, she eats it while telling him about her degrees and her previous experiences working in a rigid company, why she hated it and how her boss was a butthead. Suna notes that her eyes shine when she explains how she finally followed her dreams and became a professional photographer. She asks him about his dream, impressed when she searches for his name on the internet and sees the number of followers on his public profile.
By the time they’re walking back, neither is in a rush to leave the other. Their feet drag slightly, as if it would help delay the moment they part ways.
“Next time, I’ll try the karubi,” she exclaims, nudging him.
“Next time?”
“What? Aren’t you going to take me on another date, Suna Rintarou?” She smirks, bright and clear.
Everything inside him moves and his heart aches. But this time, the feeling soothes him.
And so, he agrees to go out with her again. The dates become regular and slowly, as the days pass, fingers intertwine, soft kisses land at the corner of lips, and “i like you” are whispered under the moon.
With her, it’s never awkward, never forced. And Suna thinks that maybe he isn’t cursed to be loveless after all.
A few months later, when her apartment lease ends, they move in together. Suna, with his ever-pragmatic mind, decides they know each other well enough to make it work. She’s clumsy, messy, and can sleep till noon—he often returns from his morning run to find her still in bed, though now she tries to get up and wait for him with two steaming cups of tea. She has a tendency to comment on absurd reality shows about people fighting in a villa, and while he doesn’t admit it aloud, Suna finds an odd comfort in her quirks.
At first, her cooking is questionable, bad even, but he finds her watching YouTube tutorials on “How To Meal Prep for Athletes.” Soon, her omurice (that was a bit too burnt in the beginning), packed with olive oil for good fats, protein-rich chicken and eggs, rice for carbs, and fiber-loaded courgettes and red peppers, becomes something he actually looks forward to. Her repertoire of healthy recipes grows, and they fall into a rhythm that makes Suna feels nothing less than at home: he handles the cleaning, and she deftly manages bills and taxes.
On the weekends, they play video games and go on hikes—though never too long ones, because she stops constantly to capture everything. “You already took a picture of that flower,” he points out, and with her innocent smile, she replies, “But the light’s different now.”
She respects his boundaries, never pressures him to do things he dislikes, and doesn’t complain when his responses are short and of few words. She doesn’t make him feel bad when his training runs late. No matter what hour he comes home, she’s waiting—half asleep on the couch, two cats curled in her lap, an almost-empty packet of low-salt and 0% fat crisps by her side. He kneels before her, murmuring “tadaima,” and her eyes squint and then shine as she responds, “okaeri, my love.”
She never misses his games, always making sure to snap the best shots of him. Sometimes, she even sneaks alongside the official photographers, scolding them for not taking enough pictures of Suna.
“What a bunch of idiots…Can’t you see he’s the ace of the game?” (it got her to be kick out of the gym once).
She learns all the rules from volleyball even though she still gets confused with the rotations. One day, from where he stands on the court, Suna hears her protest when the referee whistles for a foul he made (even though it was obvious he touched the net with his chest).
In return, Suna never fails to attend her exhibitions. He strokes her hair and kisses her cheeks when she cries because “no one came” and “I’m a failure.”
He lists every reason why she’s mistaken and how she’s the most talented person in this entire universe. It makes her cry even more, but with happy tears this time. He keeps on believing that her art will be celebrated worldwide someday, but that he’ll remain the first to stand in line when queues of fans will show up to see her masterpieces.
After a hard day, he runs her a bath, (always putting a little bath bomb that smells like roses, her favourite). When he’s away for matches, he brings back mugs from every country. The shelves are now overflowing, and they had to buy a new cabinet, but she still asks him for more.
He discovers what makes her feel good, the spots on her skin that sends shivers down her spine (her upper thigh, the back of her shoulders). He learns what words make her lose her mind, what pace she enjoys most.
When he messes up, she’s never afraid to call him out. “You’re a piece of shit,” she shouts sometimes when she’s pissed at him, and they burst into laughter because they can never be mad at each other for more than fifteen minutes.
During the Paris Olympics, they explore the city for what she calls their “honeymoon” (they’re not married, not even engaged, though Suna wouldn’t mind giving her his last name, or taking hers). She photographs every single croissant they try, and even makes him pose like he’s holding up the Eiffel Tower, much to his dismay. The man grunts but does it anyway (it’s a total fail).
She jumps in his arms when Japan wins against Argentina. He almost stumbles, but happiness overwhelms him at the same time.
He meets Airi’s gaze, who came with Osamu and his parents to cheer for Atsumu. She beams at him, and he smiles back.
(After all, going to that wedding wasn’t quite a bad idea.)
And just like that, a year transforms into two and into three. His career is stable while hers flourishes.
When he turns 30, she shows him a video montage that leaves him flustered. He laughs at her for getting teary-eyed even though she’s the one who made it.
“Where did you get all these pictures of me as a kid?” he grumbles, embarrassed.
“From your mum, of course! She was happy to help.”
“To help humiliate me?” he asks, and she tries to shut him up with a quick, “I love you.” He rolls his eyes but smiles anyway.
For her birthday, he gifts her the camera she’s been dreaming of her entire life. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. Please, keep taking pictures. I love them... and I love you,” he tells. She answers she could die happy.
Her first picture with the new device is, shamelessly, Suna’s “beautiful and too-hot-for-public-decency back muscles.”
“Are you taking nudes of me, darling?” He raises an eyebrow when he catches her in the act.
“But this is my favourite scenery.” She tries to explain with a pout. He lets her snap more pictures.
She heads to New York for a major exhibition where she wins an award for best nature photography. From their shared apartment in Tokyo, Suna congratulates her over the phone.
But the week drags on and her absence is painful. He craves her omurice and the low-salt crisps (which taste suspiciously like cardboard), and even finds himself calling out “tadaima” to no one at all. And it seems like, he’s not the only who feels depressed since both cats have decided to start a hunger strike because apparently what Suna feeds them doesn’t meet their standards (even Peko-chan refused the tuna he gave him.)
He looks at the photo album she made of their travels before bed. Suna is convinced that one day, their shelves will be overflowing not only with mugs but with albums (because they have many years ahead of them, many more moments to share).
He forgets what his life looked like before her, not that it matters anymore, Suna wouldn’t mind erasing every memory from his head to keep exclusively the ones with her.
She finally returns home with the award, and he picks her up from the airport (driving a little too fast and barely stopping at red lights, don’t tell her). When they step in the doorway, Suna grabs her waist and pulls her against him tightly, his face nestles in her neck.
“Rintarou…” she chuckles and grabs his hair—he loves when she does that—“I stink because of the flight, let me take a shower.”
Her cat meows to get her attention.
But Suna wants her all to himself.
“Say tadaima,” he orders, sounding like a child.
She blinks in confusion, then takes his face in her hands, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “Tadaima, my love.”
Suna wants to breathe the words, make it his oxygen. His lungs open, his whole blood is filled with an air he never felt before.
Gosh, she’s everything, he tells himself.
“Okaeri.” He responds.
They take a shower together (until the water runs cold), they order take away (burgers with an extra slice of fries), they watch her stupid reality show (Suna starts to be invested in the drama), he falls asleep on her lap, the cats join him.
That night, Suna dreams that it lasts forever.
(It will.)
author notes: if you read Phoenix and Ashes and Don’t you dare run away you know that i haven’t depicted suna as the most loving and kind human being, but what i enjoy so much about writing is that we can develop complex characters who evolve, fail, get better or worse, and make them experience life-changing events. so i really loved describing this new version of suna and make him fall in love again.
anyway a lot of talking haha when i just wanted to give sunarin a happy ending <3
i hope you enjoyed reading this and I’m gonna go working on the kageyama fic now 👀
#suna x reader#suna x f!reader#suna fanfic#suna fanfiction#haikyuu suna#suna haikyuu#haikyuu#haikyuu fanfiction#suna rintarou x reader#rintarou suna#suna rintaro haikyuu#suna rintarou x you#suna rintarou fluff#suna fluff#haikyuu fluff#hq suna#suna hq#suna#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu time skip#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#suna rintarō#suna rintaro x you#suna rintaro x y/n#suna rintaro fluff#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintarou#Phoenix and ashes#don’t you dare runaway
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angeal finds a cake an entire 3 layer cake in the trash what happens
*Angeal kicks the door holding the cake*
Angeal: WHO? WHO DID THIS? WHO THREW AWAY A WHOLE CAKE?
Sephiroth: Angeal—
Angeal: DON'T "Angeal" ME, WHO'S THE HEATHEN. THE UNGRATEFUL SWINE. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THESE COST? HOW MANY BIRTHDAYS I WENT WITHOUT CAKE?
Genesis: My dear, it's not what you think—
Angeal: NO. NO. THIS IS WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS BUILDING? YOU SPOILED BASTARDS THINK FLAVOR IS OPTIONAL. NEWSFLASH: HUNGER IS NOT. YOU DON'T THROW OUT CAKE.
*Zack strolls in innocently*
Angeal: Zack, here, eat this!
*He grabs a fistful of cake, no utensils, and shoves it into Zack's mouth like he's force-feeding a baby chocobo*
Zack: *muffled panicked choking noises*
Angeal: SEE? DELICIOUS. HE'S CRYING. THOSE ARE TEARS OF JOY. HE APPRECIATES IT. UNLIKE YOU MONSTERS.
Sephiroth: That cake was sent to us by anti-SOLDIER radicals.
Genesis: It was flagged by the maintenance team. It's laced with poison.
*Zack collapses to his knees, making whale noises through the frosting*
Angeal: SHIT—
#ff7#ffvii#final fantasy 7#final fantasy vii#sephiroth#genesis rhapsodos#angeal hewley#zack fair#crisis core#ff7 crisis core
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Red Dead blurb
(I wrote this in notes in like, 4 minutes. Don’t look too hardly at it, I just liked the idea and needed to get it down.)
(This is supposed to be in that ongoing oneshot series I have btw)
“Hey!” Y/N shouted, having watched a random man berate his horse for essentially nothing. The man stopped and looked at her as she glared, pointing an accusatory finger. “You raise your hand to that poor animal and I’ll put a slug between your damn eyes!” She shouted, teeth bared like a raging dog.
“Oh hush woman! I don’t need any bluster outta you, you ain’t nothin!” The man shouted back.
“Oh? Oh I ain’t, am I? Arthur!” Y/N pivoted and shouted into the store behind her. It took all but five seconds for her shadow, looming and frightening, appeared just over her shoulder. “What’s goin’ on?” He asked calmly, his hands resting on his belt.
“What’s goin’ on is this man is beatin’ on his poor horse for no damn reason. He makes me angry.” The woman replied, crossing her arms. Arthur glanced at her, then the man. But he couldn’t help but warm when she stuck her nose up, for a moment, she almost seemed haughty. But he knew she wasn’t, and so it proved to be endearing, not annoying.
“That right?” He asked. “Make things worse, he’s an ugly bastard. I reckon ain’t no one would miss’im. Don’t you agree?” Y/N asked, clearly loud enough for the stranger to hear.
Arthur hummed and tilted his head, the shadow from his hat covering his eyes, but his gaze sharp. “No, I don’t reckon so. Wouldn’t want you hurtin’ your eyes, havin’ to look at an ugly, grizzly sack o’ shit, sweetheart.” He stepped up and the second he did, the stranger buckled and held up his hands, stuttering back.
“I-I don’t want no trouble! Listen, I’ve learned my lesson. I-I’m an angry man, but it ain’t my horses fault. I’ll do better! I will!” He pleaded. Arthur hummed and flicked his cigarette down on the ground, stubbing it out with his boot. He turned his head over his shoulder to look at the woman behind him. She was still glaring, nose scrunched up in rage like a rabbit.
“What’cha think?” He asked quietly. Y/N shook her head. “Nuh uh. You don’t deserve a horse. You talk too much for what’cha say. Get your bags, and take that poor thing to the stable. Someone else’ll do her better.” The woman demanded.
Of course, the stranger sputtered in disbelief. “B-but I don’t live ‘round here! How am I supposed to get home?!” He asked. “Ain’t my problem!” Y/N shouted back. Arthur shrugged and motioned down the road, the direction of the stable. “You heard the lady. Stable, go on.” He motioned with his head. Arthur glared when the man mumbled something under his breath, hovering his hand around his holster.
The stranger’s breath hitched at that. Scrambling, he grabbed his saddle and took it off the mare, grabbing the reigns to take her toward the stable.
The two of them watched him go. Y/N shook her head in disgust. “Nasty man. I can’t stand ungrateful buzzards who can’t treat their animals right.” She huffed. Stepping off the porch. Arthur chuckled as she carried left over anger in her movements. “I’m not fond of’em either.” He replied, handing her the apple she’d asked for from the store. She thanked him in a softened tone.
“Outta be grateful for all a horse does for you. Especially a horse doin’ so much work.” She said before taking a small bite, chewing slowly. She glanced at Arthur and, admittedly, her mind briefly made a connection between a beaten work horse and an ungrateful owner, to him. And…well, just about everyone.
Arthur looked over when her hand came to his back, rubbing light circles before giving him a few pats. “Thank you, Arthur. I know that was pretty reckless of me.” She said. Arthur chuckled and patted her shoulder in reply. “Don’t worry bout it. If you weren’t callin’ the shots?” He paused to snicker. “I probably woulda killed’im.”
#read dead redemption#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption arthur#Arthur Morgan#arthur morgan x reader#arthur morgan x female reader#female reader#blurb#rdr2#rdr#rdr2 arthur
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Sleepless nights
Silco X reader (feat, Sevika) Fluff/Comfort
Reader has a problem with anxiety and overthinking. Not being able to sleep she wanders the halls of the last drop, meeting Silco along the way, who offers to help her.
Hi! This is my first story ever! I really enjoyed arcane and got inspired to also write my own one shot for you guys! I hope you enjoy reading and I look forward hearing your feedback.
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It was a silent night, well, at least outside her window. The sky was dark, clouds covering the moon’s bright atmosphere as the wind’s breezed slowly against Zaun’s silent streets. However, the silent night haven’t been able to put her to rest, her mind keeping her more awake each night.
Glancing at the clock, which stood evidently on her dark nightstand beside an old lamp, barely providing any light. The clock said 00:41. Letting out a deep sigh she change her attention back on the dark wooden ceiling. she had always had quite a problem with anxiety, always overthinking and worrying all her life. This isn’t something strange or uncommon in the undercity, but still it haunts her every day, and every night. Even though it’s common for the Zaun folks, it’s not something she wanted people to see. Life in Zaun isn’t adapted after mental barriers. Showing weakness is dangerous. People will use you if you’re to kind or vulnerable, steal, betray, everything to save their skin, or make a profit.
Therefore she had to learn at a young age to put on an act. She had to be strong, independent, smart and fearless. The mentality “fake it till you make it” was definitely in her favor. When she stepped outside she could make people believe she wasn’t someone to mess with, her eyes burned daggers into people souls as she was not afraid to confront anyone looking at her the wrong way. Even though it was true, she was strong and could defend herself, she never quite got to be herself, always putting up the act of being something that she’s not, just to not get hurt in the dangerous lanes.
It was actually at one of her confrontations at the last drop that she met her best friend, Sevika. Some guy had been bother y/n the whole evening, not to obvious but making unwanted moves by ”accidentally” touching her or ”just giving compliments” which in all honesty only wad disgusting. She had went out for a drink, wanting to cool down and relax, as everyone does some time, but her time being bothered by som old stinky man wasn’t on her schedule.
Without a doubt y/n had started shouting at the man, telling him to back off to say it nicely. He, in his defense took the aggressive rout and bashed out ”you ungrateful bitch, I didn’t want you anyway” chuckling. Y/N was not having it, proceeding to slap the bastard. The situation escalated quickly and the man tried to get a punch at her, but she was stronger and faster, even though har smaller size. Needless to say, the scuffle was done in just a few minutes, Y/N standing victorious.
The last dropped remained quite for a short while before returning to their muffled chattering, honestly being used to similar situations accruing. Sevika had seen similar scenes many times in her life, probably because she always spends her free time gambling or drinking at the back tables of The last drop. Sevika had to admit it, she have never been so impressed by some stranger disturbing the peace the same way as Y/N did. She could tell you weren’t just strong, but also had the knowledge on how to actually fight. Also she was tricked by you act of bravery, because on the inside, you were scared as hell.
Anyway, Sevika decided to approach her, congratulating Y/N on beating the disgusting pervert and leaving completely uninjured. She offered Y/N a drink wanting to chat for a bit, Y/N accepting carefully. Sevika waved her gambling friends off, them leaving with a shrugged and annoyed expression, probably because their game wasn’t actually done yet.
That night you two chatted about everything between sky and earth, really getting to know each other. Surprisingly for you both you connected perfectly, which led to you hanging out once again, and again, and again.
Finally, she offered to recommend you to her boss, arguing that your strength and bravery would come well in hand with their work. You, who didn’t really have a real employment, accepted. Honestly pickpocketing and stealing wasn’t really quite a secure way to make a living.
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You didn’t actually think that you would get a job, but now here you were working for the most powerful man in the undercity, the eye of Zaun.
It has been 8 months since you got hired. Your role didn’t really have an exact label cause of the fact that you did a lot of different things. You started off at the bar, not serving drinks but keeping trouble away. It was your job to make sure people were safe and de escalate fights. Later on you were moved to help with delivery of shimmer and make sure everything went well, along side your colleges. Not long after, Silco trusted you to go on missions with Sevika, seeking out and killing his enemies if needed.
Over these past months your relationship with your boss had been…. Complicated. Your first meeting was filled with a thick tension. When you stepped into his office and saw him for the first time you realized how attractive he was. You have never been the type to care about finding a partner or lover. But god you were attracted to him. Luckily for you, you were a great actor and his the feelings away, not letting him, or anyone see them.
You had speculated if he found you attractive as well, one of the reasons keeping you up at night. There was always something in his eyes when he looked at you, it was something so unintentionally deep, something so passionate. At least that’s what you saw, but what if you were wrong? You had catched him stare at you multiple times, but when your eyes met, he didn’t bother looking away like any other person. One time you had the courage to ask him why he was looking at you so much, and whit a curious but still mysterious way he answered “You’re just so……. Interesting”
Needless to say this kept you up at night. The thought still gives you butterflies, but also worry. What did he mean by that? Does he find me interesting? In what way? Good I hope.
Your wondering had gotten more confirmation when flirting had started appearing between you two, mostly from his side because of your fear of misunderstanding the situation or embarrassing yourself. He would give comments like “you smell nice” or “you look really nice today Y/N”
Small things that can easily be misunderstood. Of course you were hoping he was trying to flirt with you, but what if he was you trying to be nice? Either way, you got butterflies every time. You can’t help but blush which makes chuckle, making you want to be closer to him even more.
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Every night is the same. Thoughts dominating your mind, preventing you from reaching the deep sleep you’re needing. When you were younger the thoughts had always been fear about what’s happening in the streets, now you worry about if your boss likes you.
You chuckle for yourself, finding the thought funny but also pathetic. “Why should I worry about this stuff, at the end of the day he won’t want to be with you anyhow” you say to yourself, desperately trying to stop thinking about it.
Hours had passed since you first laid yourself in bed, barely any progress being made. You have your own room in The last drop, which you are very grateful for, it’s a lot more comfortable than sleeping on the streets, even though you’re not sleeping. Silco said he wanted you to have the room so you would be near if any burglary would occur. You were just happy to have somewhere save to stay.
Time was now 01:15 and the annoyance of sleep loss grows. Not like you were suppose to be awake early but you had to be prepared for work at 9. Sick and tired of all the thoughts circling in your head you decide on getting up and taking a quick walk on the buildings empty halls.
Wearing a dark nightgown you enter the halls of the night. Every step you take creating a life creaking noice. Not to loud, but in the silence it ‘s there. Passing door to door you stand intron of his office, Silco’s office. Why your legs had brought you here you don’t know, all you do is silently stare at the wooden door in front of you.
Silco knew about your sleeping problems. This was not the first time you had decided to take a small walk to clear your mind. Most of the time you go on bothered, not waking anyone, nor meeting anyone in the halls. But once, when walking the dark halls you bump into silco, also being awake.
“Oh um, Why are you awake?” You asked him, surprised on seeing him in only your nightgown.
“I have had quite a lot of work this evening, i don’t have time sleeping when Zaun needs me” he answered, obviously tired, but still used to this lifestyle.
“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you awake at this time, darling?” He continued, making you body fill with warmth from his words. It was things like this that made you fall even harder.
That night, you told him about your sleeping problems. Him being the man he is could relate to not being able to rest. He never quite got any good sleep either, mostly because if his work. He told you that if you ever have a bed time sleeping you could always visit him for company. Like before, you didn’t quite understand if he was flirting with you or just being nice. But of course, a girl can dream.
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That’s why you stod in front of his door. You wanted so badly enter, be embraced in his arm och feel his warmth close. But you knew that was weird. The situation is weird. You, a worker showing up to your bosses room is weird, in. Your nightgown is weird. You blame yourself for even thinking you had a chance.
Before waking anyone up you decide it’s best if you leave for your room again. You start going the same way as you came but after only walking a few meters, you hear a door creak open and a voice call your name.
Turning around you meet Silco’s handsome face, darken by the lack of light in the night. He was still wearing his outfit from the day, while you stood in you nightgown in front of him.
Wait! God, I am wearing my nightgown! In front of Silco! My boss! God he will think this is so inappropriate!
His eyes looked at her, scanning her figure slowly up and down, not discritely by any means.
“Why are you up at this time?” He asked, his voice gravelly deep but still with a joint of concerned.
Y/N, nervous as one can be, respond
“I wasn’t really able to sleep…. so I decided to take a walk again” a small chuckle leaving her lips as she spoke
“sorry if I woke you up….” She continues as she don’t want to be unpleasant after possible waking him up.
Damn! She thinks to herself. I woke up my boss! Silco! In my nightgown! God, what was I thinking!. Her anxiety eating her up on the inside wasn’t unusual, but it sure as hell was hard to hide.
He probably thinks I’m pathetic and disgusting. How dare I, just some manic worker, disturb him in his peace, dressed like a maiden In need of saving’!
She was stopped as she was met with his chuckle, as he leans carefully against the door.
“You didn’t wake me up y/n, I’ve been up with this god damn paperwork, I don’t have time for sleep.” He pauses for a short while, still looking at your figure.
“Remember what I said to you before, you’re welcome here if you’re having trouble sleeping. “
His voice a bit softer, comfortable, making her heart beat faster as he speaks. She lowers her head, not waning him seeing her so nervous infront of him.
“Would you like to join me?”
Y/N look up at him, silent, trying to decide what to respond. This is her chance to actually get some time with him, maybe even get answers to all her questions. Did he like her? Or was in an act?
Nervously she nods. He reaches out his hand towards her, she in return grabs it slowly and carefully, accepting the invitation.
He proceeds to lead her into his bright room, lighting bringing big contrast from the darkness in the halls.
“I’m not going to lie, it is quite unusual seeing you this…. Low guarded”
He said breaking the silence. Her eyes looking up at his taller figure, still not quite sure how to act or respond in this situation. She had always been someone to put on an act but tonight, it was hard, really hard.
His eyes were more beautiful than the ocean, his skin rough but securing, his beautiful locks falling over his face as his scar tells the story of the older man in front of you. You knees are weak, hearth is pumping, cheeks inspired by roses and your stomach was now the safe place for butterflies.
Needless to say you really loved this man, Silco, your boss. He had stolen your heart without even knowing it, and would never return it.
Catching yourself admiring his features you almost forgot to respond, basically proving him right.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you say with a bit of offense. You didn’t want to believe that you couldn’t keep your act up. You always had. You always needed to, to survive. But now, you’re standing an arm length from the man you love, the man you want to be strongest and bravest for, the man that makes you not being able to pretend anymore. He sees right through you. He don’t say it, but you know it. Maybe that comes with being who he is, the eye of Zaun, always having to keep in an act as well.
“We are not so different you and I, always putting up acts to protect ourself, but dear, with me you don’t have to do any of that, I want to learn more about the real you, the real Y/N”
Damn why does he have to be such a romantic, you think to yourself as all the feelings in you increased rapidly. Your eyes not following your orders can’t help but to look deeply in his eyes, drowning in his comfort. Silco quickly understands your feelings, probably because you weren’t as good as you thought on hiding them.
Still holding your hand he drags you close to him, his other arm holding your waist carefully as he doesn’t want to scare you. Your chests are now colored and your faces only inches apart. You don’t know how to react, you blush even brighter than the light and your words not being able to leave your mouth. Silco smiles as he continues
“I have always been mesmerized by you beauty, you hair so majestic as it moves, you eyes more beautiful than diamonds, skin softer than silk” he brings his hand to you cheek, embracing it, his warmth making it hard for you not to lean in it, closing your eyes.
“You’re strong, you can defeat anyone that comes in your way, no matter the size. But you’re also fighting mentally, and I can tell”
You look up at him, completely given up on acting, now letting all your feelings take you over, letting him see who you really are.
“I don’t like something so beautiful having to go sleepless countless nights, at least not alone”
Still caressing you cheek, still embracing you he says
“Please let me try to help you dear, please join me in bed tonight”
This man really left you flabbergasted. His romance spreading thought your whole body as he spoke and now he wants you to sleep with him, is this real? Or just a dream. No matter what, she was not missing her opportunity.
“Yes I would like to join you Silco” she says as without hesitation. Silco satisfied by her answer and confirmation moves his hand a bit closer to the back of her had, still caressing her and brings her into a passionated kiss. Y/N melts into his embrace, deepening the kiss. It was something she had long been longing for and what it seems of it, so had he.
The kiss god deeper and deeper, his hands starting to carefully roam the sides of your body while your hand were over his back and in his hair. Pushing yourself closer to each other, kissing again and again, not wanting to be separated by any means. Without you realizing he had been leading you to his bed as you were so dreamed away in you beautiful love scene together. Still kissing he brings both his arms around you as he slowly lays you on his bed, not wanting to scare or hurt you. You hands moving from his neck to his chest, wanting to feel him close.
Finally he pulls away, now standing on the side of the bed while you lay mesmerized on it. He brings his hand to you face, caressing you cheek once again.
“My dearest, wait here as I go and finish one last thing, I look forward spending the night close to you” he kisses your forehead before laving the room, entering his office once more.
You’re trying to process everything that just happened, pinching yourself to make sure it wasn’t just a dream. The man of your dreams, Silco, just confirmed your speculations.
You tuck yourself in under the large and soft covers, waiting for him, wanting to be close once again.
Not long after he enters once again, not wearing his uniform anymore. Your eyes seeking all of his forms, looking him up and down, admiring his toned figure.
He lays down beside you as he says “come here” inviting you even closer. You lay your head on his chest, his hand playing with you hair.
No more conversation was made, you two only payed there enjoying each others company. You melting in his warm embrace as he admired your beauty and small form.
You had never felt so safe and secure as you did in that moment and for once in your life your thoughts were only focused on one thing, this moment, this moment with him.
You wonder, where will this end as you, is it just a one time thing or a relationship evolving? Anyways, in this moment all you focus on is where you are now, close to Silco. Letting your eyes close as you meet the darkness, covers weighing you down closer into his touch. Your mind silent, you finally fall asleep, finally resting for the first time in days. Finally, beside the man you love, Silco.
#silco x reader#league of legends x reader#arcane#arcane fandom#arcane fanfic#arcane fluff#reader insert#silco#silco x you#silco x y/n#female reader#f reader#Silco x f reader
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Blaugrana Girl | PG8

pairing: pedri gonzalez x modric!reader
summary: barcelona's golden boy and La Liga's starboy, who've been single for a while and have finally started dating someone, and that someone turns out to be none other than the daughter of the famous midfielder of their biggest rival and the 2018 Ballon d'Or winner, Luka Modric.
genre: SMAU
warnings: google translated spanish and croatian, grammar mistakes i guess, incorrect match dates (to match the storyline)
author's note: I can't believe this is my first time doing a footballer fic even though football is my favourite sport alongside f1, anyways hope you guys like it

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ynmodric 🕶️🤍
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lukamodric10 moja prekrasna kćer 🤍 (my gorgeous daughter)
⤷ynmodric Hvala ti dad 🫶🏻 (thank you dad)
⤷username THE father and daughter duo.
toni.kr8s hermosa chica 😊🤍 (beautiful girl)
⤷ynmodric gracias, tío!! (thanks uncle)
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username her fashion sense tho>>>>
fedevalverde Eres tan genial, ¿ser mi amigo? (You're so cool, be my friend?)
⤷ynmodric no.
⤷rodrygogoes 😂🫵🏻
⤷username rodryyyy 😭😭😭
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username wifey.
ynmodric

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yourinstagram no I still haven't forgave him for 2 goals against us but I guess he's kinda cool.
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judebellingham I have apologised 10 times already.
⤷ynmodric yes, and I do not forgive you, and that win was beginners luck
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username Jude x y/n 👀
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pedri força barça ye FUERZA TENERIFE!! 💪🏻💔🏝️
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ynmodric
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ynmodric no fire could ever burn the beauty of this place 🏝️
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username she's so beautiful wtf
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vinijr hope you're enjoying your vacation 🏝️
⤷ynmodric very much 🌚
⤷username excuse me? What's that emoji supposed to mean?
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⤷username who?
⤷username pedri, the barca midfielder.
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judebellingham spending summer alone? Might be boring af.
⤷ynmodric who said I was alone?
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pedri
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pedri summer break 🏝️
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username ALRIGHT WHAT THE FUCK, PEDRO GONZALEZ LOPEZ, WHO GAVE YOU RIGHTS TO COME ON INSTAGRAM HALF NAKED??
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⤷username predicted what?
⤷username go check y/n modric's post, her and pedri are spending summer vacation together !!!
⤷username I JUST DID HELLO??!! SOMEONE EVEN COMMENTED SAYING "imagine pedri posting himself in canary islands after this" and he did 😭!!
⤷username he saw the comments and went like "alr let's give you all what you want" icon fr. 😭
pablogavi I wonder when was the last time I saw that location on a post 🤔.
⤷pedri keep wondering.
⤷username under y/n's post!!!
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⤷username he liked!!!
⤷username they're together 😭
⤷username Jude punching the air rn
⤷username they were just friends.
⤷username pedri and y/n THE power couple
username if they ever had kids yk the midfield genes are gonna be crazy
⤷username they've not even confirmed their relationship yet and you're already talking about kids 😭😭
username this is MY roman empire
_ferminlopez looking good hermano 😉
⤷username HE KNOWS.
username this was not on my 2023 bingo card
⤷username same 😭
⤷username it was on no one's 😭😭
username SO WE CAN SEE Y/N WEARING A BARCA JERSEY???
⤷username never
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ynmodric it was supposed to be a surprise or soft launch or whatever but y'all are literal Sherlock Holmes, so here it is, the love of my life, the most precious thing to me, MY beautiful boyfriend, te amo bebe ❤️ (AND don't worry y'all dad approves)
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pedri was the last pic really necessary???
⤷ynmodric what? you look cute!!!
⤷vinijr you really do 😹
⤷username lmao 😭
⤷username divided by rivalry united by y/n
⤷username el clasico gonna be more fun now
pedri te amo mucho ❤️
⤷ynmodric te amo mucho también❤️
_ferminlopez we're not sherlock holmes, you both are just stupid.
⤷ynmodric OK rude.
⤷pablogavi he's right tho, you both made it so obvious 💀
⤷pedri go away, both of you.
⤷username I'M DYING 😭
⤷username i mean they're not wrong, they both made it so obvious
lukamodric10 where did you get that picture from???
⤷ynmodric I have my ways don't worry.
⤷username I'm speechless.
pedri mi mujer 🫶🏻 (my woman)
⤷ynmodric yours only 🤍
⤷rodrygogoes gross 🤢
⤷ynmodric go away hater.
fedevalverde hermoso 😍 (beautiful)
⤷ynmodric thank you fed, but why tf do you comment like a 30 year old aunt.
⤷fedvalverde I do not??
⤷username you do 😭
⤷username I'm sorry valverde but you do 😭😭
username LUKA'S PIC I'M DYING, SHE'S SO ICONIC 😭
⤷ynmodric I mean you guys were so worried about his reaction and all stuff so
⤷username AHHHHHH!!!! SHE REPLIED
⤷username you won 😭
username Y/N IS WEARING A BARCA JERSEY, IN A MATCH!!?? WHY DIDN'T ANY OF US SAW THIS BEFORE
⤷ynmodric I'm surprised you sherlock people didn't found out earlier, guess i outsmarted you all.
⤷username outsmarted us fr fr
username they're the IT couple
username pedri you better treat my woman right or else 🤺
⤷username stop you're embarrassing.
⤷username 💀💀💀
lukamodric10 sviđa mi se, dobar je dečko 🤍(I like him, he's a good guy)
⤷ynmodric zaista je vrlo simpatičan (he indeed is very likeable)
⤷judebellingham @/pedri you have the approval from big man
⤷pedri appreciate it 🤍
⤷username never in my 1000 year of life i would've thought that barca players and real madrid players would have this kind of interaction
⤷username me too girl me too
pedri te amo ❤️
⤷ynmodric Yo también te amo ❤️
pedri

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pedri my no. 1 fan aka the love of my life, te amo mucho ❤️
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ynmodric proud to be the no.1 of the most perfect boy known to mankind
⤷pedri hi this is fer, pedri just throw his phone across the wall and started sprinting in the entire house
⤷ynmodric help what 😭😭
⤷pedri not true!!!
⤷feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr he's blushing like a school girl
⤷ynmodric he do look very pretty with those pink tint on his cheeks
⤷feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr he died, dead.
⤷username this have to be the cutest most adorable-st and funniest reply chain I've ever read.
⤷username pedri is whipped 😭
pablogavi i had to watch you both make out infront of me to get that picture and in return i get no pic credits????
⤷pedri it's not about you.
⤷pablogavi it should be.
⤷ynmodric 📸; angry bird
⤷pablogavi I am not???!!!
⤷pedri you are
⤷ferrantorres you are
⤷_ferminlopez you are
⤷judebellingham you are
⤷vinijr you are
⤷username not Jude 😭😭😭
⤷username my man played 1 match against him and already looked devastated 😭
⤷username divide by rivalry united by yn and pedri
⤷username that rhymes 😭😭
username this is the most iconic thing ever happened after 18.12.22
ynmodric mi amorrrrr ❤️
⤷pedri ❤️❤️❤️
⤷username cutiesss 😭😭
ynmodric fuck it, imma pull a frenkie, 👵🏻❤️👴🏻
⤷pedri lmfao😭
⤷mikkykiemeny stop 😭😭
⤷frenkiedejong what's wrong with that emoji??!
⤷ynmodric absolutely NOTHING 🫶🏻!
⤷username she's so fucking iconic!!!
⤷username my favourite wags.
username they're literally the cutest and the best couple ever
username they're an absolutely icon
username do you want real love or do you just want what they have.... what's the difference actually??
username bro scoring on and off pitch
ynmodric Te amo mucho mi amor ❤️ (i love you so much my love)
⤷pedri Yo también te amo mucho mi amor❤️🫶🏻!!(I love you so much too mi amor)
⤷username GOD IT'S ME AGAIN
username they're the best fr
username i love them your honour.
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