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YQY getting hit with truth serum so he has to confess The Secret to SJ is definitely a thing, because jesus fucking christ ANYTHING to make that man talk, but I think the potential for an even larger audience is fantastic.
A scenario like SQQ's trial. Things are dug up. Other things are implied or even fabricated. YQY is on trial. He's presented with some kind of truth serum. He refuses to take it until it's clarified that it won't compel him to speak, just prevent him from lying. He takes it.
They were lying. It absolutely does compel him to answer any questions asked of him. And the results are completely unhinged.
The Xuan Su thing doesn't even come up. It doesn't need to. In an attempt to paint him as scheming and ambitious, he's asked why he became sect leader.
"So I can give Xiao Jiu whatever he wants."
The assembled crowd: ?????
Is this Xiao Jiu a....mistreess? A son? What the hell. Questioning continues, and Yue Qingyuan's insanity is put on full display.
"What if 'Xiao Jiu' wanted to be the sect leader?"
"I would make him the sect leader."
"Surely the other peak lords of Cang Qiong would object. What would you do, then?"
"Whatever I had to."
Whatever they were originally asking about gets seriously derailed as they realize that this guy, arguably the most powerful cultivator in the world, is singularly obsessed with a person he calls 'Xiao Jiu.' Why did he seek power? Xiao Jiu. What is his ultimate goal? Xiao Jiu.
It's also starting to seem like maybe Xiao Jiu isn't exactly a willing participant.
"What does Xiao Jiu ask you for?"
"To leave him alone."
Okay. So his attentions are unwanted. Yikes.
Further questioning reveals that this mysterious person seems to hate Yue Qingyuan, but is regularly subject to his attentions anyway.
The one question he won't answer is 'who is Xiao Jiu.' He's bleeding from the mouth and eyes, but he just shakes his head or says, "He told me not to call him that."
In the audience, no one noticed Shen Qingqiu's total bluescreen, because honestly? All of the peak lords are feeling pretty lost for words right now.
I dunno, I just think it's specifically interesting to a) have a public reveal that this man is a lunatic, and b) have SQQ find out the depths of YQY's devotion without being able to get the answer he wants most.
This would drive SJ absolutely insane. On the one hand heâs happy that YQY isnât spilling every little detail of their past for these vultures to pick through, on the other hands where the fuck is this coming from??? What sense do these answers make in the mouth of the man who abandoned him? If it was anyone else saying these things heâd be wildly uncomfortable, but this is just confusing (if he were to really sit with his feelings, he might realize that any immediate sense of revolution was swept away by a long-dormant sense of possessiveness). He intends to grab YQY and shake him as soon as YQY stops giving the OPM grounds to charge him with stalking or harassment or something, and YQY will just give him guilty eyes because he things SJ is mad about every he said on the stand đ. Actually scratch that for qijiuâs benefit the potion should still be in effect, so the moment theyâre behind doors SJ can furiously ask why, if YQY doesnât despise him, he saw fit to abandon him back then and every day since their reunion. YQY can try to hold himself back from speaking to the point of coughing up blood again, which only enrages SJ further, and eventually YQY is forced to speak his explanation through his rough and bloodied throat. SJ is have every single emotion today and has a 50/50 chance of learning what YQYâs blood tastes like (for normal kissing reasons. Normaler than usual).
On a different note, I felt palatable anxiety reading the first part of the ask because I thought you were going to say that YQY confessed about Xuan Su in public, his greatest weakness and a questionable/unnatural feat of cultivation that he could well be criticized for. I legit think that if that happened SJ would consider killing everyone else in the room to stop the secret from getting outâ he doesnât have time to process all the complicated emotions from what YQY just told him, he only knows thatâs itâs intolerable for YQY to be this vulnerable in front of people SJ distrusts or despises.
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WATCH MOON GIRL AND DEVIL DINOSAUR
ITâS GREAT ESPECIALLY AT SEASON ONEâS FINALE I PROMISE YOU
PLEASE WATCH AND REBLOG THIS/ADVERTISE THE SHOW SO THAT SEASON 3 CAN GET GREENLIT
(Please we must prevent what happened to TGAMM, TOH, Ducktales and a bunch of other shows to happen to MGADD)
Thereâs also such clever writing in this show and the animation is creative and beautiful. The visual stuff is awesome. The fact that stuff have consequences and last and arenât solved immediately means a lot. Thereâs some VERY powerful metaphors sprinkled in and the characters, their design and their VAs are fantastic and leave me wanting to see more of them after every watch.
Check out the tags cus Iâm promoting more shows in there including ones that are already gone but oh well.
Oo imma also promote some indie shows in there.
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More screenshots (bonus, managed to find Bull a shirt and don't know how to feel about that)
#anyway i continue to Lavellan post because i did some stuff and I'm tired now anyway. thinking about the beginning of the game and#how he's mostly leaning into the herald bullshit because he thinks it'll help him belong here and make people like him and how#devastatingly it's going to hit him after in your heart shall burn (I'm basically leaning into it as much as#possible without establishing him as faithful since it's more difficult to make Leliana pope that way but in my head#he took every 'yeah I'm herald I'm heralding so much andraste right now' option besides one with cass and one with Leliana)#like. he doesn't even really believe it but most people either like hearing it or if they react negatively it's in a way that still#acknowledges him as in charge so he'll roll with that. but then. everything in YHTB happens and it's just like. Oh. Oh Shit. like#it was this mix of bullshitting for fun and saying what people wanted to hear and kind of believing that maybe he was chosen by#Something at least. and like. it's not like he didn't do anything on his own or at least without any special abilities but then#The classic seeing all that be swept aside. realizing how this is going to be remembered because it's already happening. maybe#he should have known that the second he was asked if there was room for more among his gods.#but then. what do you expect. his first memory is being discarded (that's not entirely what it was but that's how his child brain#precessed it) and practically going feral because of it and then. having So Much catching up to do when it came to. basically every#aspect of being a person#and like. he was accepted along with Rella but that still gets to you. especially since. sure he didn't fully understand what it means to#be pitied but he could still recognize that from others. could still want to prove he was Better Than That. could still want to shatter tha#sheet of glass between himself and seemingly everyone else (even Rella to be honest. if only because she almost left him behind too). how#would he not lean into being seen as something special. whether he fully believed the narrative others were spinning or not#i dunno i see a lot of people talking about their Lavellan pushing back against the narrative from the start but i kind of like the#idea of going along with it. thinking it won't get that far and surely he can correct it if it does. he's in charge after all. right? only#to get hit harder than an avalanche by the realization that he's not in control after all. he can direct as many forces as he wants#but he can't change how he'll be remembered. how he's already being remembered. and he contributed to it too? i dunno his specific#combination of pride and insecurity and need to just Belong. to just belong as himself. is. compelling#If anyone is reading this Ive seen posts about all Lavellans having the same personality but no one's elaborated? am i just doing that?#i actually want to know. you know. assuming anyone is reading this.#i dunno just thinking about his continuous need to prove himself for so many reasons (partially because of Rella too since#yeah Rella is a mage but not the first or anything. she's just there because people knew she had nowhere else to go). okay I'll shut up now#but yeah what is this Standard Lavellan Personality i keep hearing about?#original posts#but like. something something he's being discarded again but he understands it this time and he can't fight it and just
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hii!! i love ur blog lol. i saw ur requests were open and i thought maybe id send one in! no pressure at all to do it, thank you for writing what you write (itâs really comforting!) i was wondering if you could do poly!marauders with a reader who is overworking herself for exams/college stuff and is hiding from her boyfriends because she knows theyâll be stern with her and make her take a break? so she tries to evade them but they foil her evil little plan lol. maybe like dom!remus⊠iâm obsessed w him.. just an idea!!!! have an amazing day đ©·
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cw: d/s dynamics to be found if you want them to be, mostly they're just bossy
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There are nice voices seeping into your consciousness. Soft, comforting. You snuggle into the gentleness of their familiar hum.Â
Something moves from underneath your face. You start to open your eyes, slow and reluctant, and when the something is gone your face lands in a warm palm. It feels safe, easy enough to settle into, but as youâre about to let yourself slip away again it strokes its thumb over your cheek.Â
âAngel.â Jamesâ voice sounds almost like heâs trying not to laugh. He thumbs your cheek again. âAngel, hey.â A pause. âShe doesnât seem to want to wake up.âÂ
âSheâs awake,â Sirius says. You feel his hand sweep across your shoulder blades. âCome on, sweetness. This is no place to spend the night.âÂ
You make a disgruntled, whiny sound youâd never allow in full consciousness. Your eyes peel open.Â
âThere she is.â Sirius rubs your back encouragingly.
You blink blearily in the sickening fluorescent light of the library. James is squatting at face-level in front of you, his expression somewhere between fond and pitying, while Remus stands behind him with your backpack over his shoulder. You can see Sirius peering down at you in your periphery, his hand still moving over your back as though to keep you from falling back asleep.Â
There doesnât seem to be anyone else around. It must be late.Â
âOh, no,â you groan, forcing yourself up. Your neck and back crackle as you straighten, making James cringe.Â
âI agree,â Sirius says smoothly. âI too would be devastated if I traded a warm and cozy bed with my loving boyfriends for a hard, cold desk. But donât be embarrassed, thereâs still time to make things right.âÂ
âI didnât mean to fall asleep.â You press the heels of your hands into your eyes, trying to rub wakefulness into them. âIâŠwhereâs my laptop?âÂ
âI have it,â says Remus.Â
âI need it.âÂ
âYouâll get it back tomorrow.âÂ
A slow, heavy anxiety laces your bloodstream. âBut I have to finishâŠâÂ
âDove.â Remusâ voice is stern, though not unkind. âYou have to sleep first. At home.â
You blink, your brain still lagging. âButâŠâÂ
âSweetheart, câmere.â James takes your face in his hand, angling you towards him. He brushes his thumb over the corners of your eyes, then smiles at you. âThere. Sorry, you had crusties. Ready to go?âÂ
âIâŠâÂ
âLetâs go, babe.â Sirius winds an arm around your waist, hauling you up with him. âItâs definitely bedtime.âÂ
James chuckles. âSeems like it. Poor love.âÂ
âWhat about my stuff?âÂ
âIâve got it, dove,â Remus reminds you. He frowns. âWhen was the last time you slept?âÂ
You think back. âLast night.â Was it really only last night? It feels eons ago.Â
âBut for how long?âÂ
âUhâŠâ you wince. âI dunno, a couple hours.âÂ
James makes a low pitying sound, and Remusâ frown worsens. On some level, you know youâd known they would react like this. Probably, youâd even known they were right. It was why youâd been spending as little time at home as possible, catching twenty-minute power naps in library chairs and avoiding your boyfriends.Â
âSweetheart,â Remus sounds tired himself, and guilt sprouts behind your ribcage, âyou canât run yourself ragged like this. Itâs not sustainable. Itâs not going to help with your schoolwork, and itâs awful for you besides. Why are you doing this to yourself?â
You heave a sigh. âI guess I just like living on the edge,â you grumble sardonically.Â
Sirius huffs a laugh. He slots a piece of hair behind your ear. âHey, recklessness is my thing,â he says, kissing your temple. âYou need to get your own thing.âÂ
âSorry.âÂ
âYou need to take better care of yourself,â Remus chides. âYouâve tried your way, and itâs clearly not working. Right?âÂ
Youâre silent. Then Sirius pinches your side, and you squeak, âRight.âÂ
âGood girl.â Remusâ tone warms some with amusement. âSo weâre going to go home, and youâre going to sleep at least eight hours. Then, after you eat and drink something, you can have your laptop back. Okay?âÂ
âOkay.â You want to be more reluctant, but the allure of your boyfriendsâ evil scheme is too tempting to resist. You donât have the energy to fight them on it. âThanks for coming to get me.âÂ
Remus holds the door open for you all to exit the library. As you pass, he cups your cheek with a small smile. âYouâre welcome, dovey.âÂ
âAnd maybe during this next round of studying, you could take a break from time to time,â James suggests lightly. âI havenât had a proper cuddle in days.âÂ
âOi!â Siriusâ chin nearly smacks the side of your head as he whips around to see James. âWhat would you call what we did this afternoon?âÂ
âNot a proper cuddle. Your elbow has probably left a permanent indent in my stomach.âÂ
âThere are people who would pay for a souvenir like that, Jamie.â
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Rivalry | Bakugou Katsuki x F!ReaderÂ
katsuki catches feelings for his new rival
Bakugou Katsuki has a crush, and he refuses to admit it.Â
Thereâs a girl in his class who drives him absolutely insane. All throughout middle school, heâs had the top grades. His attitude, foul mouth, and appearance may fool people into believing heâs a delinquentâand to some extent, he isâbut the truth is that he has a rigid, early bedtime, he does all his homework diligently, he studies at great length for tests, and heâs never missed a single day of class.Â
Heâs the best student there is. Or ratherâheâs just the best in general.Â
But this year, everything changed.Â
Thereâs something about you that seems to catch everyoneâs eye. You showed up at the beginning of the school year, a new transfer student, and from that moment onward, Katsuki swears his life got flipped upside down.Â
Youâre gifted. Youâve got the best grades not only in the class, but out of everyone in the whole school. Every time exam scores are posted for others to see, Katsuki is forced to grit his teeth at the sight of your name at the very top, time and time again.
Itâs not just your grades, though. Youâve got a powerful Quirk, too. Itâs some kind of energy control that allows you to levitate objects, enhance your physical strength, and also defend against attacks. Itâs strong and versatile. Perfect for becoming a heroâwhich is exactly what you plan to be.Â
The final nail in the coffin is that youâre also popular.Â
Katsuki is used to being the center of attention wherever he goes. Heâs used to being complimented for his intellect, his talent, his strength, and the sheer magnitude of his presence. Thanks to everyone praising him to high heaven, ever since he was a kid, his ego has become massively inflated.Â
So, when he realizes that people are paying more attention to you than they are to him, he doesnât know how the hell heâs supposed to handle it.Â
Katsuki finds himself glaring at you just about constantly. Youâve always got a group of students gathered around you. Youâre always smiling and laughing, looking carefree as can be. Youâre also the only person in the whole class who doesnât treat Izuku like dirtâwhich just pisses him off even more.Â
One day, you stop in front of his desk with a bright smile.Â
âHere you go, Bakugou,â you say, handing him a cookie. âThis is for you.âÂ
Katsuki looks up at you in disbelief. âWhy would I ever want this shit?âÂ
âI dunno. It was my birthday recently, so I baked cookies to hand out to the class. Donât you want one? I thought everyone likes cookies.âÂ
âI would rather die than eat that,â he snarls, and he angrily shoves the cookie back into your hands.Â
Heâs dramatic as all hell, of course, and that kind of vicious remark would have been more than enough to make anyone feel self-conscious. It was needlessly harsh. He obviously didnât mean it. Given the option of eating your cookie or dying, he would definitely eat the cookie.Â
Not that it really matters, though.
Youâre completely unfazed.Â
âDamn, I didnât know you were deathly afraid of cookies,â you muse. âIâll have to keep that in mind for next time. What about cupcakes? Are cupcakes safe for you to eat?âÂ
Katsukiâs entire face turns red. âThatâs obviously not what I meant, asshole!âÂ
âI know,â you giggle, and for some reason, the sound makes Katsukiâs heart skip a beat. âSorry for teasing. Youâre really funny, Bakugou. I like you.âÂ
He parts his lips to respond, but heâs incapable of forming any words. It feels like whatever he was about to say just died in the back of his throat. All of a sudden, heâs frozen in place, brain running haywire.Â
âI like you.âÂ
Youâre making fun of him. You have to be. And why should he even care whether you actually like him or not? He doesnât give a shit about you. He canât stand you. Youâre the bane of his goddamn existence.Â
âŠfuck.Â
Thatâs what he keeps telling himself, but given how red his face is, itâs sounding harder and harder to believe.Â
âIâll make something else next time,â you beam. âIâm sure one day, Iâll figure out something you like. Iâve noticed you eat spicy food a lot. Maybe I should try making a curry. Ah, but if itâs good, you have to be honest with me, okay? Youâre not allowed to lie.âÂ
Katsukiâs heart does another flip. Itâs so stupid. He canât believe his mind even bothered to read into it, butâŠ
The fact that you know what kind of food he likes means youâve at least been paying some attention to him, right?Â
âIâm going to beat you,â Katsuki blurts. His voice wavers slightly, and he grinds his teeth together in embarrassment, but still, he persists. âOn the next round of exams⊠Iâm going to place first. Just you watch.â
Normally, Katsuki canât stand to lose. He canât stand the feeling of inferiority. The idea that someone else might be better than him.
And yet, despite his frustration, despite how much he claims you drive him up the wall, he actually doesnât mind the challenge. Itâs exciting. It makes him respect you that much more.Â
âWeâll see about that,â you grinâand heâs convinced you have to be the prettiest girl heâs ever seen.
No doubt about it.Â
Something about you just gets his heart racing.
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intoxicating.
premise. your boyfriend dumps you and says he doesn't love you anymore. of course, being the petty bitch that you are, you have to prove that you don't need him in your life either. and of course, intense emotions often lead to rash decisions, so you go to a bar in hopes of finding a new man.
somehow, even when all you've managed to do is scowl at anyone who approaches you and mope at the bar counter, you still manage to get one.
Wriothesley has dealt with his fair share of unruly drunks before, but they were something more along the lines of aggressive and sloppy, not depressed and sappy.
He finds that he'd rather manhandle angry alcoholics than a person who makes a slobbering mess all over his shirt, clinging to his arm and sobbing to his sleeve. Your body starts to sway even when he supports your weight, your footsteps unstable as your attempt to walk in a straight line fails entirely.
Okay, so maybe you are sloppy after all.
Wriothesley sighs and tightens his grip on your shoulders. There's no point in losing his patience with a drunk person. He didn't even mean to pick you up, it's just that as a police officer, his sense of responsibility makes him want to fix a troublesome situation whenever he sees one. Even when he isn't on duty, he often leads disruptive drunks out of bars and restaurants, forces them out when he has to, and is always on the receiving end of owners' gratitude.
However, he has no experience dealing with drunks that just got dumped by their boyfriend and chugged away the sorrow with alcohol. You know, like the one dragging their feet as he drags their inebriated body away.
At first, he thought you were hitting on him when he felt your head lean on his shoulder in the bar. It's a common strategy, one that he's dealt with enough times to know when someone is just pretending to be drunk and trying to get his attention. He was still thinking of what to say when tears actually rolled down your cheeks and you started retelling your life story that he never asked to hear about.
Wriothesley isn't actually trying to listen, but he still gets the gist of it. It would be hard not to when you're still prattling on about it beside his ear as we speak.
âHe said...â You hiccup, warm liquid seeping into his shirt as you sob into his arm. He hopes that's from your tears and not your snot. âHe said he doesn't feel anything for me anymore...â
So you glammed up for tonight and tried to have fun at a bar so you could prove to yourself you didn't need him in the same way he didn't need you. He can already recite the story perfectly from the amount of times you told him. Your plan is irrational at best, and he doesn't see himself doing the same if he were ever to be in the same situation, but he can't berate you for it. Not when you looked so miserable and hopeless to the extent he didn't think it would be safe to leave you alone back at the bar.
âYou can't force yourself to be happy,â Wriothesley grumbles, finally giving up on carrying you by the shoulder and instead hoists you up on his back to give you a piggyback ride. Your shoes slip off your feet, so he sighs as he crouches down to pick them up. âAt times like this, you should find other ways to feel better.â
Your body jolts against him as you hiccup once again. âLike what?â
âDunno.â He shrugs, and he can feel you gradually getting used to being carried. It takes only a bit more for you to melt against his body, your chin snugly tucked in the juncture between his neck and shoulder. âWatch movies at home in your pajamas, I guess. Treat yourself to good food. Go on a trip. You look like the type to enjoy that. Much safer than getting involved with guys when you're still emotionally unavailable.â
You sniffle. âRomance movies only remind me of him. Eating at restaurants will make me remember the dates we've gone to. And going on trips will make me wish he's there with me.â
Why do they have an argument for each point I make? And I never said anything about the movie having to be romance. âWell, you still have to go through that,â he gives up on making you think otherwise. âBut one day, you'll feel a little better about it. Maybe you'll want to start dating again when you watch that romance movie, or you'll want someone else to eat with on that restaurant you once went to. And when you're on a trip, maybe you'll even think you want somebody special to go with you.â
You go quiet. For a moment, he thinks you've fallen asleep. But then your head slowly rises from his shoulder, dazed eyes peeking at him unsurely. âYou really think so?â
âIt won't be easy,â Wriothesley says, because nothing ever is. âBut you want to say you don't love him anymore, right?â He glances at you, at the dry tear streaks on your cheeks, at what glitter remains around your eyes from all the times you've rubbed away your tears.
For the first time that night, he sees you smile. âYeah... I want to say it without feeling hurt anymore.â
He turns away, and he feels himself smiling without meaning to. âThat's good.â
â...So do you like watching romance movies? Or eating [hometown] cuisine?â
â...No?â
âThen I'll settle for a movie you like. And I can make good food from anywhere.â
â...Are you hitting on me? Using my advice?â
âIs it working?â
Wriothesley laughs, looking at the person he's carrying on his back, who he is escorting to his apartment because you lost your keys and your roommate won't be back until tomorrow, whom he wrapped his leather jacket around because he felt you shivering against him, and who caught his eye the very moment he entered the bar.
âThat's not a no.â He knows you're pouting even when he isn't looking anymore.
âYeah,â he agrees with you, almost indulgently. âIt isn't.â
When you wake up in an unfamiliar bedroom, dressed down to your undergarments and a t-shirt you definitely do not own, and with hardly any recollection of events from the past night, you think you've made a terrible, terrible mistake.
But then you spot the hangover medicine on the bedside table, your alcohol-spilled clothes drying in the laundry room, and possibly the most gorgeous man you've ever seen cooking breakfast in the kitchen, so whatever you did last night couldn't really be that bad.
âOh, you're awake,â he says once he notices you standing in the middle of the room, completely awestruck. You don't even know what you should be staring at; his chiseled face, his strong arms, his tight tank top that faintly traces his muscled torso, the gray sweatpants that-
Okay. You are not going to look anywhere below his waist.
âYeah,â is all you can manage, simply glad you didn't fuck up that one syllable. You feel like you're on the verge of either saying something really stupid or making really weird strangled noises. You prefer the former, if you can help it.
âSit.â He pulls one chair from the dining table, gesturing for you to take it. You meekly take your seat, eyes shifting everywhere but his face. âYou're rather quiet today,â he muses, taking one glance at your reddening face as he fixes the plates of pancakes in front and across you.
â...How was I yesterday, then?â You ask, though you don't actually want to hear the answer.
The man hums in thought, taking his sweet time while pouring coffee over two mugs. âTroublesome,â he decides to say. âYou nearly puked over my rug, after all.â
You sputter, making all kinds of apologies and promises of compensation when all of a sudden, he laughs. âNah, I'm kidding. But this means you don't remember anything at all, right?â He sits across from you, sliding the mug to your hand.
âNo...â You take a sip, but you barely register how it tastes. âI remember ordering a lot of drinks, but that's pretty much it.â
âThat's a shame.â He sighs, leaning back on his chair as he sips coffee. âI suppose that means our dinner plans are void, then.â
âAbsolutely not!â The words come out of your lips before your brain-to-mouth filter processes it fully, your hand slamming down the mug on the table in protest. âUh... that is... if you're available whenever...â You get a hold of yourself and feel your cheeks burning in shame.
He doesn't try to hide the amused smirk on his face. âSure. I'll be looking forward to your hometown cooking, then.â
Just what on earth did you do last night...?
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Detective Work on the Other Side
We getting into my own HCs now, enjoy the lore!
Sleep King Master post (it should actually work this time)
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It felt weird sitting in the Specter Speeder as Phantom with his parents. It wasnât that long ago that heâd finally told his parents himself, but just like Jazz had said theyâd loved and accepted him as is. Danny was still getting used to it.
Danny pointed out the windshield, âThat island there should be good.â It was little more than an oversized boulder with some grass on it, but it was big enough for the speeder and was pretty close to Johnny and Kittyâs lair, so it would do. Once they landed, the three Fentons disembarked so Danny could let the lovers out of Soup Time.
âUgh, finally!â Johnny griped once they were set free.
Danny crossed his arms, âHow do you keep getting into Amity? We put extra protections on the portal, no one should be able to get through.â
âYour dinky portal isnât the only one in the whole world,â Kitty said with an eye roll.
âYou just gotta know where to look,â Johnny added with a wink.
âWell stop it! I donât want to have to repeat a grade!â
âThen stop chasing us. Jeez, no oneâs forcing you.â
âDanny, sweetie,â Mom interrupted, âask them about the summoning.â
âSummoning?â Kitty asked, perking up.
âItâs really concerning,â Dad said while scratching his head.
âYeah, I was asleep so I donât really remember it but I got summoned last night.â
âHowâd you sleep through a summoning?â Kitty asked incredulously with a sneer.
Johnny just nodded, âDamn, wish I could sleep through a summoning.â
âI donât know!â Danny threw his hands up in the air. âThe really weird part is they were trying to summon Pariah!â
That got Johnny and Kitty to stop laughing. âOh shit, really?â
âJohnny! Donât cuss around the baby!â Kitty smacked his arm lightly.
âYou owe the swear jar,â Dad boomed eagerly.
Johnny just rolled his eyes.
âThatâs what we were told,â Mom cut in. âThere was a cult that was trying to summon the Ghost King and somehow got Danny.â
âWait, were they trying to summon Pariah by name or the Ghost King title?â Kitty asked eagerly.
âGhost King,â Mom said decisively.
âOh no,â Danny said. His grades may be in the toilet, but even he could put two and two together. âNo, thereâs no way Iâm the Ghost King!â
âMaybe,â Kitty said while looking Danny up and down.
âNot like it means anything,â Johnny said airily.
Danny thought the matter over, âHow does it not mean anything?â
âWell Pariah just declared himself the Ghost King one day, others only listened because he forced them to. And itâs not like we need a king, weâve had the council ever since.â
âUgh, stupid eye balls,â Danny griped. âBut yeah, if he just decided to make himself king I guess it doesnât really mean anything.â
Mom sighed deeply, âYou mean like Alexander the Great? Or Ghengis Khan? Or William the Conquerer? Or anyone else from history who declared himself in charge and then killed anyone who didnât listen?â
Danny drooped, âOkay, so maybe it does matter. But how would that even work? Why am I the Ghost King now?â
âDunno,â Johnny said with a shrug. âItâs not like you even have the crown or ring.â
âNo, Pariah still has the ring and last I saw the crown Vlad had it.â
âGood old Vladdie,â Dad boomed eagerly, âholding onto a powerful artifact like that to keep it safe!â
âSo shouldnât Vlad be the new Ghost King?â Danny asked with a shudder.
âWell the summoning circle thinks you earned the title somehow, so I guess itâs you now.â Johnny snickered as he got on his bike, Kitty quickly hopping on behind him. âAnyway, see ya âround, your majesty.â Johnny sneered the last part, then the pair both laughed like Johnny had just told the best joke ever as he zoomed off.
âWell Iâm proud of you!â Dad slapped Dannyâs back so hard he face planted. âFighting that nasty Ghost King was really brave of you, and look at you now! Our boy, the Ghost King!â Dad wiped away a tear of deep paternal pride.
Danny had already floated himself up off the ground and dusted himself off, completely unharmed. âThanks Dad, that means a lot.â And it really did! He was used to his parents being proud of him, not for his grades obviously, but just⊠in general. Or something. To have his dad say heâs proud of things Danny did as Phantom just⊠hit different.
âIs there anyone we can ask about this? The council that ruffian mentioned?â Mom looked thoughtful.
âUgh no, the council hates my guts for some reason.â
âWell⊠if theyâve been in charge since Pariah was put in the sarcophagus and youâre the king now, maybe they feel threatened?â Dad asked, rubbing his chin.
âThatâs probably it, sweetiepie. Theyâre just threatened by you.â Mom gently pat his arm.
âThatâs so weird! I donât even want to be king, Iâd probably be a terrible one anyway.â
Dad gasped, âDanno! Thatâs just not true! Sure, youâre a bit young to be king now, but in a few years I bet youâd be a great king!â
âPass.â Danny did not want to add a crown to his disaster of a life. Especially if it meant heâd have to be a bully to make others listen to him anyway, itâs not like anyone listened to Pariah.
âSo honey, anyone else we can ask about the Ghost King? Or summoning circles? Iâm really worried about you randomly getting summoned by creepy cults.â And boy, did Mom have a point about that! Yikes!
âUh⊠maybe Frostbite?â The yeti did keep calling him âGreat Oneâ and that had to mean something, right? And if not he could hopefully point them in the right direction.
âWonderful!â Mom chirped as she started herding Danny back into the Speeder. âAnd along the way you can answer a few small questions about your fight with Pariah.â
âIâm sorry about taking the Ecto-skeleton without asking,â Danny blurted out, face turning green as it grew colder.
âItâs alright, baby boy,â Mom pinched his cheek, âwe understand why you did it and why you felt you had to at the time. But never do it again, okay?â
âYeah,â Danny said miserably as they got back into the speeder. Once Danny had pointed them in the direction of the Far Frozen, he sat criss cross applesauce in the air. âSo uh⊠questions?â
âOh yeah! What questions did you have, fudgecakes?â
âWellâŠâ Mom started but hesitated before continuing slowly. âThis sounds like it might be a right of conquest situation.â
Danny had no idea what that meant. Well he knew what the words individually meant, and he had a pretty good idea what the phrase meant generally, but he had no idea what the rules or details were.
âWas this an official challenge?â Mom asked when Danny only stared blankly at her.
âUh⊠maybe?â Danny tried thinking back to the fight, âWhat would make it an official challenge?â
âDid the Ghost King say he accepted your challenge? Or challenge you?â
âHe uhâŠâ Danny tried to remember the times heâd bantered with Pariah. âHe said he accepted my terms,â Danny said with a squeak near the end.
Mom just nodded, âRight, so it sounds like a challenge. And did you take his crown at any point in the fight?â
Danny tried to remember the end of the fight, and well⊠âYeah, I knocked it off him right before shoving him back into the sarcophagus. But Vlad had the key that actually locked it, and then he had the crown the last time I saw it.â
âDanny, sweetie, Vlad didnât challenge the Ghost King to single combat, and he didnât take the crown as part of that challenge.â
âOh,â was all Danny could say as the realization of what heâd unwittingly done sank in. âWell⊠shit.â
#danny phantom#dpxdc#dc comics#justice league#fanfic#nenna writes#sleepy king#he's not sleepy right now LOL#insert the rant from princess diaries here#just in case i wasn't enough of a freak let's add a crown!
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now I canât even remember why I went to youtube
#it just seems like it's bad to encourage people to execute criminals#even if the confrontation began as self-defense which is legitimate#you want to be cautious about how you philosophically think about anyone using lethal force#including private citizens#but Ivan if a guy breaks into your house and you only injure him in self defense he's going to sue the shit out of you#if a guy tries to rob you and you only injure him in self-defense he's going to sue the shit out of you#that's true#but that's different from like 'oh what a based hero for executing a criminal'#you just oughtn't talk like that#it matters how you talk about and think about the things you do#today a man executing a robber is a based hero#then that gets out#then tomorrow executing...I dunno#then tomorrow executing a trump supporter is based and heroic#because the trump voters are existential threats#so goes the thinking#and you know#I do just wish I was dead because it's all so tiresome#it's really weird to feel oneself kind of ejected from the main two battle lines of your society that is killing itself#like I'm not interested in killing or dying for either of these configurations#so I just kind of... watch it happen#which puts one in the ridiculous position of attempting to referee almost? which is pointless#like you feel like you would just like both groups to be less insane#unfortunately this sickness is terminal#everything is doomed and nothing will be spared
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Pairing: Dark Daddy!Rafe Cameron | Naive Little!Reader.Â
Warning(s): Dubcon, cold shower, waterboarding, possessive!Rafe, Dark!Rafe, toxic relationship, dumbification, dacryphilia, manhandling, fear kink, dark ddlg, allusion to spanking, he's mean okay? Browse at your own discretion.Â
Rafe does not like his little girl smelling like anyone or anything other than him.
But she's too stupid to understand it, even though he has explained it to her many, many times with all the patience he could muster.Â
So now?Â
He will teach her.Â
"Daddy, pleaseâ"
"Shut up" a cigarette dangled from Rafe's lips as he pushed the younger in the bathroom by her hair, the force he used causing her head to loll forwards.
"Bâ"Â
He pulled her head back roughly to level her ear with his mouth. "Not one word, little girl" she had been too engrossed with pleading her case to notice where he had brought her. But now that he pushed her inside the shower, the girl looked around her in confusion as her body scrambled about due to the raw strength it was being subjected to.Â
She resisted the urge to voice her distress, knowing how easily irritable her boyfriend became when he was unhappy.Â
But this, this was something new.Â
Y/n had no idea what was brewing in his head but with the rather ample knowledge of how creative and cruel Rafe got during the times when he felt like she needed adjustment or maintenance, she could not help but feel scared.Â
Even though her boyfriend always assured her that he was the only person who she wasn't to fear because all he wanted to do was to protect her since she was too little and dumb to do it on her own, it did not feel that way when he got angry.Â
Like, right now.Â
Rafe took a drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke in her face after turning her around with the grip he had on her head. "Smell yourself" Y/n blinked up at him in confusion at first but hurriedly grabbed her shirt when he raised a dangerous eyebrow at her. "And tell me, what do you smell like?"Â
Tears glistened in her eyes at his tone and she whimpered, ducking her head a little and moving the shirt up the rest of the way until it touched her nose. Her hands trembled as she took a sniff.Â
"Well?"
These kinds of situations were tricky.Â
She never knew what he wanted to hear.Â
And wrong answers only damned her further.
The girl opened and closed her mouth a couple times, unsure. Rafe shut his eyes and took a deep breath, the action causing her to panic as she raked her mind for an answer, aware that he did that whenever he was struggling to remain composed.Â
And he only bothered with that for her.Â
"Sweetheart" he cradled her face closer with his other hand, the nicotine stick between his fingers dangerously close to her cheek. "My question isn't gonna answer itselfâŠ" The sudden tenderness in his words as he tried to remain as calm as he could manage caused her to sob in both guilt and fear, shaking a little as she spoke.Â
This was why Y/n was one of those girls who preferred not to piss their Daddies off.Â
Rafe was too scary when he got like that.Â
"... D- Dunno⊠D- DaddyâŠ" His features scrunched in annoyance and he craned his neck back to take a long drag of his cigarette, causing her bottom lip to wobble.
It was only after he had exhaled did he chuckle slowly, nodding to himself. "Of course, how could I forget?" Looking back down at her, he wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb, nails scratching her scalp in a comforting manner where he held her hair. "You're too stupid to know anything, aren't you, baby?"Â
The girl went to agree just for the sake of pleasing him but before she could respond, he was hauling her under the shower head and hitting the handle at the coldest setting.Â
"So let me just teach my little girl this time around."Â
Y/n screeched as heavy drops of ice cold water splashed against the top of her head and then the rest of her body like millions of tiny shards of ice, trickling down the rest of her alarmed skin in a way that stiffened every muscle in her body.Â
Her spine tightened inwards.
"DADDY!" Half of her cry drowned under the unrelenting burst of the shower head, her hands weakly trying to tap and push at his hard arms that did not budge.Â
Their strengths were incomparable.Â
The sizes of their bodies did not and would not matter regardless of how big or small she was. Â
Rafe was too strong, especially when his mind numbing rage was pumping through his veins.Â
Like right now.Â
"I know, baby, I know" he was unfazed by her gasping and thrashing around for air and comfort as he sucked at his cigarette, his buzzed head glittering with the droplets that had sprayed on him. "You wanna thank Daddy for making the effort to set you straight, I know."Â
Y/n's lungs burnt for oxygen as she choked on the icy water, blindly tapping about with widened eyes that stung under the chilling water. Her nostrils ached whenever she tried to breathe, since the unforgiving water seeped in quicker than the air she so desperately needed. Â
A loud, strangled gasp escaped her when Rafe jerked her out by the hold he had placed on her neck, bringing her face in close proximity to his so she could hear his menacing whisper.Â
"Since you are too stupid to remember that I don't like it when you smell like anything other than me everytime," to make matters worse, you smelt like your male bestfriend's -whom Rafe could not stand to save his own life- body spray. "Maybe if I show you what will happen the next time I smell asshole on you, you will actually try to use that tiny brain before getting close to anyone other than your Daddy."Â
The male remained unbothered when she coughed out water in his face to try and clear her system so she could speak, the drops causing his cigarette to hiss. "S- Sorryâ Daddy- Sorryâ"Â
Rafe snorted. "Oh, yes. Sorry you will be," her eyes widened and she screamed only to have it get muffled again when he pushed her back under the unforgiving stream, "by the time I get done with you." It was not that he didn't trust his baby or doubted her loyalty, it was everyone else.Â
The fucked up world that was too dangerous for his precious little special girl.Â
Who seemed to brush his concerns and worries off like they were nothing.Â
Silly little thing.Â
He was not one to be taken lightly.Â
And she would learn that for good by the time the night was through.Â
"HmmâŠ" Y/n was shivering and wheezing when he pulled her away from the vicious downpour again. "Let's seeâ"
"Daddy, please! I am sorry! Swear I am!" He only cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow at her pleading sob.Â
"I told you to shut up" Y/n's heart hammered against her ribcage and breathing nearly ceased when he pulled her even closer, squeezing her throat for emphasis. "Didn't I?"Â
"Sorrâ" she was too panicked and cold to properly process anything. Â
Rafe clicked his tongue in disapproval as he shook his head, snorting before sucking on his cigarette again. "Oh, bunny" using his free hand to push the drenched strands away from her face, he sighed. "Your little mind has forgotten all its manners, hasn't it?" And she was shoved under the water again.Â
"Constant back talk as if it's not already bad enough that you still don't smell like my good little girl" her nails were turning white from how they dug into the skin of his hand that forced her still.Â
Rafe kept her in for the longest duration this time around, only pulling her out when her body nearly went limp.
Though she was dunked back in the moment he saw light return to her eyes.Â
The male kept at it for a good few minutes, constantly stripping her of all dignity and freewill before allowing her a shred of solace only to snatch it away again the moment hope would try to rekindle in the flushed face that he adored so much.Â
As much as Rafe loved Y/n, he liked her best when she was in her place.Â
Which was under him and at his whim.Â
"Hm" he took a sniff of her shaking and panting tired form when he thrusted her body towards himself this time. "This will do" nodding to himself in approval he shut the shower off.Â
She was ordered to strip from her drenched clothes. The girl obeyed, the only task on her mind to make her Daddy happy again by pleasing him.
Because he was right.
He looked out for her and protected her all the time, the least she could was to follow her rules and be good for him.
Daddy was always right.Â
"You're lucky I care for you, baby" her uncontrollable tears were warm against her cheeks in contrast to everything else. "So I will teach your pea brain the same old thing again" discarding the finished cigarette, he reached for his belt before undoing the buckle.Â
The girl just stared at the floor quietly; trembling and meek.
Though she could not maintain the silence for very long and was forced to break it when her chest rumbled at the sight of his belt snaking out of the hoops of his jeans. Soft sobs fell from her lips as she hugged her arms.Â
Oh, no.
"Go ahead now~" Rafe nodded towards the door as he helped himself to a new cigarette. "In the bed, face down and ass up."
#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe imagine#rafe x reader#dark rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron x smut#kais rambles
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"How do the monster trio act around (and eventually get with) their crush?"
â - Monkey D. Luffy, Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro x M! reader.
⥠- guys m'sososososo insane ab these three m'literally gunna explode | also !! jus cus reqs ar gunna be closed, doesn't mean m'won't be uploadin !! jus not takin reqs f'the time bein (âÂŽâĄ`â)
â MONKEY D. LUFFY.
He's so clingy around you, more than he is with anyone else.
Always, always, shares his food with you. Especially if you were busy training before dinner.
He's always around you no matter what. Oh? You're trying to help Sanji cook? He's on the floor watching you. Want to go buy supplies for Nami? He's clung onto your back like a Koala. Want to sleep due to a long day? He's right there in your bed with you.
He's so dorky about it too! Wants to spend every waking moment with you but doesn't know that he has a crush on you, just always wants ta be around you!
He's so jealous without even knowing it. What are you doing hanging out with Usopp when he's right here??
"[Name]..." Luffy groaned, clinging to your back with a sad expression on his face. He had his limbs wrapped around your torso and his head between your neck. "You aren't going to talk with Usopp again, are you?"
You stop walking, staring at him through the corner of your eyes. "Yes? I thought you and Usopp were best buddies, what happened?"
Luffy groans louder, causing Nami to yell at him to shut up from her room. "Nooooo, stay here and talk with meeeeeeee!" He wraps his arms around you three times (thanks to his devil fruit) and starts to shake your body around.
"Luffyâ I can't even move if you don't let go of me!"
Luffy looks at you with puppy dog eyes. "Why hang out with Usopp when I'm right here?! I should be the only one you have eyes for..." He pouts as he presses his cheek against yours.
Your body flushes. Did... did he realize what he just said?
"Luffy, you can't say things like that if you don't know what they mean..." You huff, trying not to look too deep into what he could've meant by that. Luffy says things he doesn't mean, so you don't want to get your hopes up.
That only seems to coerce Luffy into whining. "I do know what it means! I said it, dummy! Stupid!! You should be mine, not Usopp's! I'm cooler and better and bigger and amazinger and uhm, you're mine because I say so!!"
Amazinger...?
You can't help the giggle that comes out of you, trying to force yourself to calm down while Luffy shakes you repeatedly. "[Name] c'mon, you'll be mine, right? Not Usopp! Cause, he can't cook and he's a sniper!"
"What does him being a sniper have to do with anything? And besides, you can't cook either Luffy."
Luffy blanks for a split second before going back to what he was doing. "I dunno. Doesn't matter! C'monnnnn, [Name], you're bullying meeeeeeeee!"
You hold onto Luffy's arm with a laugh, pressing your cheeks together as a form of affection. "Yes, Luffy, I'll be yours."
Luffy stares at you with surprise before turning back to his usual happy-go-lucky self. "Yippie!! Now, we can do all the things boyfriends do! Like go on dates, and eat together, and sleep together, andâ"
As he continues to list off all the things he thinks boyfriends do, you can't help but chuckle.
Not like you two weren't doing that before his confession.
â VINSMOKE SANJI.
(inspired by @/sanjisboyfie 's oneshot ab this tragic little adorable man !! :3)
It took so long for Sanji to realize he liked you because he's not used to being attracted to men.
Thought that every time you complimented his cooking and his heart swelled up, it was just the flu. Nothing interesting or important.
Then, he started noticing how pretty your features were when you were eating, or how embarrassed he gets whenever it's just you and him in the kitchen.
When he realizes he does like you, his mind utterly falters, because... why would you like him back?
Even though there are lingering fears in his heart, he always tries his best to please you. Even if it means blushing like a moron whenever you address him directly.
"[Name]! I uhm, made this for you since you were... hurt, during our last fight." Sanji muttered nervously, averting his eyes as he held out a plate of food. Something small and easy to digest, but a food you like.
You smile warmly as you take the plate from his hands, your fingers brushing slightly as Sanji's face flusters even more. "This looks amazing! Thanks, Sanji. Do you want to sit with me? The seas are calm tonight."
Sanji pauses as he looks at you. His cigarette is inches away from falling out of his mouth and his face dazes.
"Sanij? You okay? You can say no, I won't be mad. It's not even your shift yet and everyone needs sleep." You say with an airy smile as you turn your attention to the food.
Sanji was right (like he was most of the time when it came to you and food), after the 'Big Mom incident' you were quite injured (and hungry). Seeing all the... talking food, didn't do much to raise your appetite.
There's a soft thud right beside you, long black legs resting a safe distance away from yours. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, even if Sanji's cheeks are flushed and he's nervously playing with his thumbs.
"Wowww, this is really good Sanji!" You say happily, flashing Sanji a warm smile as you return to eating the food so gracefully given to you. Oblivious to the man beside you whose face looks so red it rivals Luffy's signature vest.
Sanji looks at you with nothing sort of affection. It's not the same as when Nami or Robin compliment him, you just saying his name is enough to make him flustered, but being this close to you alone might send him into cardiac arrest.
"[Name]...?" His voice is quiet, staring at you with expectant eyes.
You pause eating, covering your mouth, and cocking your head in confusion.
"This uhm... might be a weird question, but do you um,, l-like anybody?" He becomes more flushed with every word that comes out of his mouth.
The second you take too long to answer he starts to curse himself out for even sitting down. Everything was going so well until he opened his mouthâ
"Yes, I do. What, trying to feel out if I'm single?" You tease with a light chuckle, picking up the last bit of food and holding it out expectantly. "You want some?"
Sanji can't say no to you. Even if he tries his hardest, his body will not let him say no, not to an indirect kiss; especially when you're offering. Even if you might not see it in the same light he does.
He opens his mouth and lets you place the spoon in his mouth as your eyes turn into crescents. "See? Does it taste good?"
Godâ Sanji feels like he's going to explode.
He nods, begging himself to calm down before his mind starts to run.
"Oh," You say suddenly, "âthat was an indirect kiss, wasn't it?" You lin hum thoughtfully and place the plate beside you, letting out a soft yawn as you stretch. "You sure you don't need toâ"
"I am so in love with you."
"...pardon?"
Sanji stands up immediately, his face red. "Nothing!! I'm sorry, I'm really sleepy now so I'llâ"
"Sanji, what did you say?" You ask carefully, holding onto his hand to try and stop him from running away.
"It's nothing, [Name], please just let meâ"
"Sanji." Your voice comes off soft, relaxing your body so you come off as gentle and not hostile. "Just say it, one more time for me, okay?"
Sanji could feel his entire body burning up just from holding hands, more so from him getting caught blurting out his feelings again. He stares at the floor of the Sunny, too ashamed to look you in the eyes. "I... I'm in love with you? I'm sorry if you don't like me back, I didn't mean it I swear!"
"Sanji, what makes you think I don't like you back? Better question, what makes you think I didn't know?" You cock your head playfully, pulling him gently so he's sitting again.
"...what?"
You chuckle. "I've heard all the other embarrassing times you've confessed your feelings, it's just that the crew was around and I didn't want to put you on the spot. I've liked you since we met on the Baratie, silly."
Sanji's eyes widen as his mouth falls agape. You've liked him... for two years?!
"Sanji...?" You move up to straddle him, your hands resting on his cheeks. "Can I... kiss you?"
Sanji nods so fast he thinks his head might fall off.
You smile, leaning forward to press your lips together. Sanji's body physically relaxes as he practically melts into you, his face redder than blood.
It takes all his willpower and the need to breathe for him to finally pull away from you. His face is flushed and his breathing is heavy, staring at you like you're the only man in the worldâ like you're the prettiest thing in the world.
You giggle, pressing your heart onto his chest. "I love you so much."
Zoning back into reality, he carefully places his arms around your waist. "I love you too, so so much [Name],"
â RORONOA ZORO.
Zoro isn't good at expressing his emotions, everyone knows that.
So, when he figures out he might have a romantic attraction to you, he's confused about what to do. Considers asking Nami about it, but goes with Robin since Nami is... an interesting woman!
Robin tells him to be upfront with his feelings, or subtly tell the person.
He's a naturally mature person, having a crush on his crewmate doesn't change that by any means.
Even if he is cold to everyone, if you two are alone on the deck of the Sunny, he lets you sleep with him or touch his swords.
Just having you around is enough to calm him down. Seeing as his biggest love language is quality time and you enjoy talking about the randomest things around him, it makes his heart flutter whenever you act like he's the only person in the world who you care about.
"Mhm! And did you know that otters hold hands when they're asleep?" You point to an otter in the marine life book Zoro got you during your last pit stop.
Zoro shakes his head, his arms crossed with a small, barely noticeable amused smile on his face.
"Yeah! It's so they don't drift off when they're asleep. Not sure anyone knows why, but I like to think it's because they don't want to lose each other. After all, they're social animals! Oh! They also like to cuddle a lotâ"
"Kind of like me and you, no?" Zoro interrupts with a playful aura, causing your train of thought to stop, face flushing as you stare at his smug expression.
"Um, y-yes! Like... like me, and you..." Your voice progressively gets smaller under Zoro's gaze. He moves closer, causing you to move your arms back, resting on your palms. "Zoro?"
"Keep telling me about the otters, don't worry," He replies coyly, grabbing you by the waist and bringing you into his lap.
Your face flushes, stuttering over your words as you nod. Shakily grabbing the book to bring it closer. Carefully picking your words, you begin speaking again. "They might also, uhm, hold hands because they don't have very thick fur. It could be to share body heat and keep warm, since they get cold easily."
"What if I said we were otters?" Zoro asks from behind you, resting his chin on your head.
"Ah, then we'd have to hold hands when we sleep!" Quickly realizing what you said, you try to reel it back in. "O-of course, only if you want to! I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, I know how much you like your personal space soâ"
"You're in my personal space and it doesn't look like I mind very much, does it, [Name]?"
Twiddling your thumbs meekly, you shake your head no. Zoro laughs and takes one of your hands, putting it above his. The size difference is obvious, your fingers stop just below his second knuckle. Something about that causes a riot in your brain, especially when Zoro squeezes them together.
"Okay, another question," Zoro starts, moving the intertwined hands to your lap. "What if I asked you to be my boyfriend?"
You turn around immediately, staring at him with wide eyes. He isn't... joking, is he? Zoro doesn't normally joke about things (unless he's with Sanji), so it wouldn't make sense for him to joke about this. Especially when it's something so serious.
"Hm? What's your answer, pretty boy?"
You've liked Zoro ever since he sat down and listened to you talk about the different kinds of fishmen after the ordeal with Arlong. Zoro has never expressed romantic attraction to anybody, not even to the bountiful amounts of women who've expressed attraction to him.
Your mind blanks, and you must've been staring at him for too long because the smallest bit of worry falls on his face. "You okay? I'm not forcing you, you know? Saying no is okay."
Saying... no? To a man that looks like he was crafted by Zeus himself? Hell no! "No! I-I mean, yes, I meanâ"
"Take your time pretty boy, I'm not going anywhere."
He's adjusted your position to where you're facing each other, hands still intertwined as he looks at you with a soft (?) expression. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to make eye contact with him.
You've never looked at his this close before. Sure, you two have cuddled to sleep on countless nights, but then you were always faced away from each other.
He has long eyelashes. Not extremely long, but longer than you thought they were. Even if his eyes are black, you've noticed they soften whenever he looks at you, it makes him pretty.
Meekly, you nod. Holding your head down to try and hide your embarrassment. Before you can, though, Zoro stops you by lifting your chin up with his finger. "You can use words, can't you?"
It should sound condescending, the way he's talking to you, but it sounds more encouraging than anything. Even if there might be light teases mixed with his words.
"Yes, I, I would want to be your uhm... your boyfriend."
Zoro grins at that, pressing a quick kiss on your lips and twisting you around, pulling you closer so the back of your head is between his boobs pecs. "Love you, pretty boy."
"I-I love you too, Zoro," You force out, even if it feels like you're overheating due to the blood rushing to your cheek and... other places, as well as Zoro's added body heat.
You two truly were like otters.
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áȘê« dreamseeker, [ qimir x jedi!reader ]
summary â it all started when you find out heâs alive.
warnings â pure angst, violence, blood, mentions of injuries and tons of tension, sfw.
side notes â 4k+ // English's not my first language so please be kind! went slightly away with this one so would catalogue it as an alternative universe. Heard liking without reblogging makes you fall in an awful curse that breaks my heart in the process so let that sink in, anyway everything it's appreciated!,,, thought about making an +18 second part? dunno,,, thks also for the 110 followers! love you guys sooooo much *heart avalanche*
The air's hot in the room when you woke up.
The sweat made the sheets stick to you body as you got out of bed for the third time that week, a terrible headache forming as you leave the dormitories in the middle of the dark. Coruscant suddenly feels unbearable. You've slept almost nothing through the course of the week, so you surely are in a bad mood when the cold wind of the night makes you shiver at the sudden change of temperature.
I'm searching for you. Even in my dreams.
The words are repeating in the back of you head, scratching a part of your brain while you keep on trying to remember who's voice you're dreaming so much lately.
It's all connected somehow, always is. You've learned to trust the force a while ago, learned that destiny's intertwined with an energy field that holds the galaxy together the hard way, so you know, deep down, that you have to trust your guts in this one, something that you know it concerns you but can't quite understand what really is in the first place.
Dreams. Dreams are a cruel thing that you tend to forgot sometimes, the reflection of the mind and soul projected like a high-class transmission in your head. Dreams talk, and they make you think about things you've let in the past, things you've certainly need to come back at some point.
That's why you can't sleep later, cause you know it means something. You know that dreaming the very same dream every single night for the past week means something more than just mere imagination playing around, far from an innocent scenario.
The temple is silent at night even when the city outside seems to be so wake in contrast of the inside, most of the lights out as you crossed the empty hallway hoping to avoid anyone, cause you know they'll ask questions you don't have an answer for.
In all truth, you don't have a clue why are you up so late, why this deep voice kept you awake when you should be deep in your sleep, dreaming about something more than superstitions. You don't have an answer to any superior, don't seem to have an answer for yourself either.
The Jedi trials ended long ago, yet, you don't think of yourself as someone as successful as Yord Fandar, your talent being far from what it should be expected. You never complain about anything and never would, they were the only family you ever knew and you refuse to lose everything you've been working so hard for just for questioning your bare existence.
"Can't sleep?" The male voice makes you stiff almost immediately, checking your surroundings to notice Master Sol approaching you from the left. The Jedi Master catches you by surprise, your hands already on the lightsaber that is hanging on your waist before you notice you're safe, even when you don't want to talk. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."
There are things that are worth hiding, but with Sol? Master Sol seems to see through it all, the worries and the dreams that you don't know if you should call nightmares, even when you try to lock them away for a minute. That's the main reason the man stares at you, cause you expel that smell of desperation, the tension in your muscles as you don't sleep in what seems are ages.
"What's troubling you?" He asks, your own eyes betraying you as they can't hold the weight of his gaze. "I know it's not my place to ask, but are you sleeping well lately?"
"Not really, but nothing to worry about" you say almost afraid that it's going to get you in trouble, the lack of sleep making you think the most stupid things as you stop in the middle of the hallway, making sure there's no one around more than Master Sol and yourself.
Not sleeping is a dangerous thing when reality tends to become a feverish version of itself.
I'm searching for you. Even in my dreams.
You're unsure of telling him what's really going on, unsure of trusting the people you've been close your whole life out of nowhere. A sudden sixth sense that commands you to keep the dreams to yourself, the sound of the male voice you've been listening like the most important secret you've ever hold account of.
It's almost embarrassing to admit you don't trust a Jedi above your rank, that your sixth sense all of sudden makes you keep the truth when it can be something important, when Master Sol has been like a friend to you after all those years of training.
Things have been weird since your Jedi Master was found recently murdered in Ueda, a heavy weight in your shoulders as it saddened you more than you even expected. Master Indara was like close family, and you find yourself missing her, mostly in moments like that when you wish you have someone to talk to
âI was going to the dormitoriesâ Sol explains soon after, walking by your side. âI needed to ask you for a favor my dear friend, and Iâm afraid I cannot wait much longer for you to heal.â
Heal. Are you ever allowed to heal? Itâs been less than a couple of days since you found out about Indara, let alone the dreams that were tormenting you the rest of the week and suffer the loss, so it seems funny when Master Sol tells you he cannot wait much longer: No Jedi ever has time to heal.
âWhat can I do to help?â
Itâs all it takes to leave Coruscant after, trapped in space in a small ship with not only Master Sol, but Yord and Solâs younger padawan Jecki Lon, strange enough, also with Verosha Aniseya, a former Jedi you keep an eye on through time passed.
Suddenly youâre traveling through the galaxy and thereâs no time for any more tears. Suddenly you need to toughen up and act like this Jedi Knight youâre supposed to be, even when you keep questioning yourself more than ever.
Maybe itâs because of Indaraâs death. Her decease came so out of nowhere it shocked you to the very heart â Itâs clear that youâre sensitive, dreaming stuff youâve been getting tired of deciphering, pure nonsense, but then, the ship lands in Khofar and Sol itâs convincing you to stay inside even youâre perfectly capable of taking Veroshaâs twin and his alleged master.
Itâs your own mind that plays tricks on you, making you believe youâre not good enough to help. Truth is you felt your training as a padawan was not enough, youâre an easy target now that youâre hurt and it seems to make sense when all of sudden the group of Jedis leave you to fucking rot between white walls and buttons that sparkled.
Itâs clear youâre affected. How can you not be affected by it? Youâre overcome by sadness and anger both mixed together, and that feeling by itself is a dangerous one when in history, makes people question things too much to the point of no return.
So when you find yourself close to the light of the hologram that you turned on being so bored in the ship, your fingers dim between the white and blue rays as you wondered: Is it honorable to seek for revenge? Is it true to a Jedi to feel this gut-wrecking wrath?
You know the answer deep inside. You know itâs wrong, yet your feet think otherwise, cause when you leave the ship in the middle of the night you still debate yourself if you should disobey, if you should do what you want instead, walking through the woods like you know which way to go.
You never disobey any command, so itâs a new thing to openly doubt about the judgement of your superiors, to walk in an unknown planet despite the orders you were told. The path seems to light by itself as you can sense it in the air, the force conducting you in silence as you walked in a fast pace. You know deep down, know everything went wrong.
The blue light of your sable is enough to light the way, the humidity in the air makes you sweat as concentrated in the sounds of the nature, you run, run until your lungs are burning and your heartbeats are so fast youâre afraid the organ itself is going to jump out of your chest. You run even when the long leaves of the plants hit you in the face, when your legs are getting cramps and you can feel the lack of oxygen: The pain is not enough to stop you.
You can hear it from far away, the heat of the fight. The sounds of the physical effort, the buzzing of the lightsables against the silent night. Adrenaline creeps across your blood flow, and even when you can't breathe properly at all you run to the chaos, driven like a moth to the flame. You let the force conduct you as you close your eyes, jumping and elevating from the floor enough to hold the sable from over your head â You attack.
I'm searching for you. Even in my dreams.
Itâs coming again, the rough sound of your dreams when your blue sable hits the red out of nowhere, force colliding against each other as the impact is enough to send you directly to the floor. You know who the enemy is, the surprise in Jeckiâs face and the disapproval moments after
The stranger is fast and he doesnât hesitate when he strikes, itâs fast enough to hurt in a mortal way and you became aware of it when Jeckiâs falling to the ground and the acid in your mouth is enough to make you look away â The anger comes moments after, the red stains blurring your vision as you let out a scream, gathering the force to dodge his deadly attack.
Itâs for Indara, the young padawan, and the Jediâs he just slayed like they were nothing: It stings in your soul yet you stop holding back, stop holding yourself to finally hit harder, to strike faster than he does, to hurt the stranger as much as he hurted you. And he responds, but not fast enough to beat you, cause you let the metallic back of your sable hit his head when heâs kneeled on the floor, and you smile to yourself cause you have no damn mercy when his helmet finally cracks and itâs enough to break apart revealing his face.
Itâs all it takes then. All it takes to froze you in that very spot, holding the sable over your head, ready to end his life with no second thought.
You know that face. You know it when suddenly heâs smiling at you.
I'm searching for you. Even in my dreams.
It makes sense soon after, lowering the sable to the floor without fully believing it, a ghost in front of you as you feel the air leaving your lungs. Drinking the sight of him like heâs not real, like itâs a sick joke your mind made to break you down, to make you weaker.
Youâre pulled by a sudden force, by the force. However, falling to the floor hurts way less than seeing him again, the words stuck in your throat unable to speak. Itâs imminent, itâs devastating when the pain catches you by surprise, your back aching against the rough surface.
Heâs going to kill you, isnât he?
It makes sense to die by his hand. The memories you two share, the intimacy that was taken away so sudden, it only makes sense to die by the one you loved before, even if it's a surprise you'll never recover from.
The heat of his red lightsaber against your neck is not enough to scare you, but enough to finally look at his face, to encounter his eyes and reveal the truth that was hidden all along between lies. You experience the intensity of his gaze, how it softens when realizing you're looking at him with that same look you have been doing it years ago.
"You're alive" it slips away from you before even noticing, the sound of your voice wrapping him in a haze he didn't expect at first, to be so devastated by you even after all the time resenting the Jedi's and everything they represented "Qimir you're alive..."
He knows you're shocked, the sound of your voice piercing in his ears as he threatened with the weapon against your neck, any sudden movement would slice you in the second â "Hello to you too."
He's real, when he speaks out loud you know he's real, he's standing in front you erasing all the theories you made about not sleeping enough now making you delusional, he's there, standing ready to kill and take what he wants to feel like he won.
It's a personal vendetta, you know it as you expect any answer, any word at all until Sol's screaming as he's taken away from you once again.
He's not a friend, he's not the Qimir you once knew, and he's not someone you can trust again as he was ready to kill. He's not was he used to be, and you can tell by the way he moves, the way he goes against Master Sol hoping to leave the Jedi in the floor, his anger when he refers to his acolyte as a traitor.
He's the one responsible for Indara's death indirectly. He's not a lover. He's not a friend.
You think he died years ago, never really understanding what really happened to the bright man you met in Coruscant, a secret no one dared to bring up. He has the same fucking smile you know too well, the one that make you crumble completely in the sight, and it sadden you, it saddens you he take that path when you seem to woke up from whatever has you nailed to the floor and finally run to help Sol.
You believe you're in the right side, you've been taught about the light and the dark, and you put your heart out filling your mouth saying how you're doing good, how you're making things right.
It's kill or get killed. Itâs clear that Qimir does not seem to care about any connection you shared before, hurting you no longer means whatever it meant before, and as the sable burnt your tight, no one cares when you're fainting in the floor, abandoning the fight when it approaches his end.
Sol's mad, but it's not enough to make the master stop to check if you're alive. So many lives were lost in Khofar, and the fight was so demanding you're soon forgot in a planet when the sun is finally rising.
You know you've always been alone, know the last time you saw your family you were too young to even remember, so it's not a surprise when you're left behind. Jedi's come and go, that's why they keep training them generation after generation â It's expected to lose some percentage in missions.
What's not expected, it's when Qimir is close to your cold body later in the early morning. Still deep induced in the fever of pain when he's betrayed by his own heart, his old feelings resurfacing even when he made sure to bury them in a hole in the back of his head.
He's weak it seems. And he should be ashamed of himself when he's the one carrying you back to his ship when everyone has left you behind.
I'm searching for you. Even in my dreams.
Is that his voice? The rough sound that makes you wake up in a uncomfortable place with clothing you don't remember owning.
You're confused for a second before realizing you're in unknown place, a cold breeze shivering your skin: You're in someone's house, using someone's bed.
It's all it takes to make you stand up, leaving the warm sheets behind as your eyes scan the place looking for both a person or a way out. There's a saucepan in the fire cooking slowly, and a smell you can't describe at first.
You move carefully, theories in your mind about what happened that seemed so imposible. You're sure you're far from Coruscant where you should be, yet, you don't feel much danger when you discover you're left alone in what it seems to be a cave, one that lets a windy current enter through a slit between the rocks.
You're unsupervised: Does that mean you're not a prisoner?
You remember fainting in the cold surface of Khofar, the humidity in the air as the air leaves your lungs before entering a state of unconsciousness. You remember Qimir as a ghost in front of you, smiling like he's young again, trying to get to your room in the middle of the night as if it wasn't forbidden.
Was that your dream about? A warning about the stranger being alive?
You don't dare to drink the water, you don't dare to touch any belonging more than the necessary when inspecting. Its more of a hiding than a home itself, so it lacks of belongings as you can't find anything else more than your clothes, protecting yourself from the cold air.
You're not treated as a prisoner, yet you don't feel any safe at all due to the recent events that seemed to say otherwise. You cannot seem to find your sable, and the silence it's making you lose patience.
The cave is a mess soon after, you're searching for your most important weapon, so now the lack of it seems to make you nervous. You search until you're no longer alone, a new presence in the cave as you adopt a pose of defense.
"Where's my sable?" you ask to what it seems the air, acting all tough before noticing who's the person that dragged you to a different planet, the responsable of healing your wounds with a unexpected speed. You know who it is from before, the change in the cave when he's around even when you don't receive any answer back "I'm talking to you, Qimir."
He doesn't talk when he's tossing it over the things he brought from outside, the orange details in the heavy metal shining against the dim lights of the cave. He knows you are not leaving without it, that you're too attached to it for your bad luck.
"Where am I?" you ask soon enough. At this point you lack of patience out of all, you're tired and your body is sore, you're still dreaming that very same thing, and you're not resting enough to keep your mind sane, so it's not a surprise when you're demanding answers, after all, you wanted to know what happened back in Khofar.
It hits you how much you miss him now that he is in front of you in full silence, not in the middle of violence like before, how much you wanted to hug him until he no longer breathes and spat something stupid as a not-very-funny joke. You miss him after all those years of believing he's death, that he disappeared out of sudden without telling nobody, not even you.
The silence makes you mad, and the stranger knows it, sense it in the force when the anger hits you, filling the air of the cave that feels small even when the spaces are big enough. He lied. That's all you can think of, he lied and never bothered to tell you he's alive after suffering his departing so whole heartedly.
Nights without sleeping as you let the insomnia carry you to a state you can't leave, overflowed by feeling you've learnt to deal with in the pass of time. Time heals it all they say, but it just makes things more bearable, help you live with it.
But now. Now it was cruel, it's a wound that opened by itself with the things you saw, the person he was now, embracing his dark side like it was something worth celebrating.
"Talk to me," you say, and you don't know why you're the one asking for answers when you shouldn't. "This is not fucking fair."
Fair.
"Nothing's ever fair," he says, and the sound of his voice is enough to make you shiver. Now that you're surrounded only by the crashing sound of the waves hitting the rocks outside, you can hear him without the buzz of the fight. "Your people know that very well. You make the rules after all. You decide what's fair in the galaxy."
It's a knife in your heart. You don't want him to affect you like he does, but it's impossible when it stings like a burnt from the sable, the weight of his words, the hatred on his tone when he spits the words like they're acid in his tongue.
"I've never made nothing" it's a declaration of self-hatred at it most, how you've not been capable of doing much even when you pride on being called a Jedi Knight. "You know that."
There's no response. You're used to follow orders, not question, trust you're working with the correct side, so his look is something new, something that leaves goosebumps on your skin.
"You're alive," you still don't believe it at first, now studying his factions like they were still craved in stone back on your head. "After all these years, you couldn't tell me you were alive?"
It's a bad joke, one that makes you laugh leaving a bittersweet taste in your mouth â "You couldn't tell your best friend you were leaving? Nobody talked about you all of sudden, you became a dream. Almost making me sure you never existed at all."
"That's what they told you? That I leaved?" the way he's telling the information makes you furrow your brows in response, trying to make sense of what he was saying: Was he implying they lied to you?
"Please, explain me then" you're not in the mood of fighting, instead, you want information, crucial information to what you were choosing to be "Enlighten me. Tell me why you left me there without saying goodbye. Why it doesn't seem to affect you as much as it affected me."
The stranger has grown cold. He has now adapted beneath this rough amour that separated him from what he was before. So he doesn't give you any answers even when you question him, looking at you without saying a word.
You've changed too. You're not the little padawan that followed Indara around and look up at Torbin, you're not afraid of showing your force anymore, after all those years he has told you you're more than capable of defeating any enemy, you are starting to believe it more that ever. Even when he's not around to see that change happen in front of his eyes.
He's not going to answer, he's not talking nor giving you what you needed.
"Am I prisoner?" you ask again, another question added to the pile.
"Does it look like you're being held?" he asks back, squatting close to the stove in the fire to the stir his soup. "No. You're not my prisoner."
You resist the urge to roll your eyes. He always was a man full of pride, but now it seemed he thrive in it, in sharing his knowledge he was sure it was so powerful he needed to take a pupil, some kind of dark padawan he wanted to train.
"I don't know you anymore Qimir," you state out loud, hoping to talk to him as a long-time friend, as the person he was in love all those years but never acted on it too afraid of the rules at first. "I don't know who you've become, and i've been mourning you like it's only yesterday you vanished from my life, yet you've been alive, plotting against your family."
"Family?" he asks, hurted by the words you choose. "I've never had a family. You know that very well, it was always me against them, against anyone who questioned their power, their use and knowledge of the force."
"So is that how we are going to act now? Like pride is enough to make you leave and act like we were never a thing? That I wouldnât die for you without even question?" you seem disappointed as you speak â âWhy you didnât kill me back there when you had the chance?â
He's taken back by your words, the sincerity as you admit what it seemed impossible to say back then. Itâs known by him the feelings he had for you were enough to stop the whole galaxy, but he never had the courage to say something about it, to go against the rules and let alone admit to you anything at all.
So to know that you care for him, even when you talked about it like it was in the past, is enough to make him short-circuit, to make his face change in a new look.
âYou already know why I didnât kill youâ he says it so casually while cooking, that even when you stand in the middle of the room trying to think about anything, anything more that him and his powerful gravity that made you spin around him, drawn by his pulling force â âDoesnât matter who you stand with, iâd never do anything to you.â
You let that sink in. You let him say it cause maybe, deep down, itâs what you need. Your eyes are full of tears but you donât want to let any single tear roll from your eyes the second you feel the sadness, you donât want to show any weakness whatsoever, anything that will make you look less than what you really are.
âI could ask you the sameâ he says soon after, looking at you from over his shoulder in a low voice that sends shivers down your spine âWhy did you let me live back there?â
Itâs a bruise in your ego, to your sense of defense â Walls up, not letting any feeling show at all. His question is left out in the space as you look at him through narrowed eyes, reminding yourself heâs the enemy.
He cannot have the satisfaction. Heâs the one behind Veroshaâs twin sister after all, the one who send her to seek her own revenge. You know you should kill him with no second though, to cease with the leak, destroy the rebel cause that was so dark and powerful, so dangerous, but as before, you canât hurt him by any chance, too attached to the enemy to even think about using the force against him.
Qimir. You donât expect him to be alive, to be so angry at his lies. You donât expect him to be the threat to peace and tranquility youâve been so warned about.
Fuck that. You canât deal with him again.
Maybe you are a coward after all, not worthy of being called a Jedi Knight. Always too unsure, questioning if youâre doing things the right way.
Itâs not your fight. Itâs not your place to be, youâre not his prisoner so you reach your lightsaber quick enough to leave his side, holding the weapon against your bare hands as you leave the cave, facing the daylight and the ocean in front of you.
You're not his prisoner, so you quickly leave as soon as you can leave, unable to hold his gaze anymore, to answer a question you shouldn't be asked. Even if it's cold outside, the sun still shines and you are sure you're going to find a ship that will take you out of there, as far as possible â Maybe, even leave him there.
But when you walk, you're followed close by in silence. Not a prisoner, but not free enough to leave free whiningly.
Even when you pace fasten enough to try to leave him behind, it seems like it's not a physical effort to follow you near by, to follow the same footsteps you give in order to look for a way to get out.
What's his plan anyway? Follow you forever? He's going to get tired soon enough, the problem is you don't have the patience enough to wait for it, you can't wait for Qimir to be enlightened by mercy, to be rational, to let you leave so you can be as far away from him as possible.
So at any sudden sound, you happen to snap, to turn on the sable in one swift movement, quick enough to pull it against his neck, almost touching his skin, the blue light reflecting in his pupils as he seemed pleased by your attention.
That's what he wants in the end. Even if it's anger, he wants to get any reaction out for him.
"Stop following me around" it's a knot on your throat, a sting in the heart as you threat him, the sound of your voice almost mixing with the loud crashing of the ocean. "You said yourself, i'm no prisoner."
He can sense your anger yet he's devastated by what you've become, devastated by finally being in front of you. Even when you're hesitating to spare his life once again, he's driven by the smell he was so caught on before, the memories you brought, attacked by the lonely life he was forced to live, the perks he enjoyed embracing his dark side.
It seems like forever, an eternity while the energy just flows, while the tension consume you both.
You're caught in a spiderweb you cannot get out, cause when he opens his mouth to speak again, you don't expect to make your world tremble that way.
"I was searching for you."
You know what's coming next, the sound of his voice like a recorder playing over and over in your head, the vibrations of his tone matching the ones you've been dreaming about lately.
"I was searching for you. Even in my dreams."
It's enough to make you lower your sable.
To make the stranger smile.
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OKAYYY iâve had this idea of a perv! daryl x shy, inexperienced reader that i just cannot get out of my head.
18+ mdni, poorly written smut, not proofread, perv!daryl, large age gap (reader is early 20s), loss of innocence
this is a drabble-ish. not a completely finished work, this is more of just an idea that popped into my mind that i may create a larger work for later.
your heart is absolutely racing as darylâs darkened eyes stare you down like youâre his prey, nothing but an easy target. heâs above you on the bed, a large hand on each side of your head, holding his weight above you. you felt trapped in the best possible way. your head felt fuzzy and your pussy was aching with desire. he knew you were a virgin, innocent and as physically pure as could be. Itâs not like you hadnât wanted to do these things before, youâd just never had the opportunity to while living in your strict, religious home. besides, you hadnât even found anyone you had taken that strong of a liking to, no one worth throwing your innocence away for; not until daryl, anyway.
there was just something about him that you were so intrigued by that you just couldnât quite place your finger on. maybe it was his ageâ how much older and stronger he was than youâ or maybe it was his rough, manly, and intimidating exterior. regardless, you had never had anyone make you feel like this before.
daryl, on the other hand, couldnât help but be attracted to your innocence; you were so different from him, and in a world like this, he needed that, almost just as much as he needed to mold you into a perfect little toy for him like he had been fantasizing about since heâd met you.
âdaryl,â you cry out pathetically as one of his hands come down to touch your sopping wet pussy for the first time, causing a fire to burn within your core. He felt his jeans tighten; your reaction to the slightest touch was already on the verge of being over the top. i mean, he barely touched you and you were practically drooling for him just like your aching cunt was. how in the hell were you going to handle his fingers, let alone his cock?
âsorry,â you mutter, embarrassed of your intense reaction, âiâve just never done anything⊠yaâ know, like this beforeâŠâ your soft voice trailed off, your big doe eyes staring up at him, âfeels really good.â
daryl smirks, collecting your slick on his fingers, moving up to rub tiny circles on your puffy clit, ânothinâ at all? surely ya touch yourself, right darlin?â he questioned, pausing all movement, awaiting your response.
a deep blush covered your already hot cheeks at the admission of your already obvious innocence to the older man, âwell, i mean, i tried before, but i dunno how to do it, it just felt weird. couldnât make it feel good so i gave up.â
fuck. you were more innocent than he thought. not only are you a virgin, youâd never even came before? he was going to have so much fun with you.
âholy shit,â daryl muttered, âpretty thing like you has never felt an orgasm?â
ââŠno.â
his cock strained against his jeans so hard he couldâve sworn he was seeing stars for a moment. the last remaining traces of his once icy-blue orbs disappeared, deep black taking over as he gazed down at you, like a predator hunting his prey, hovering above you in a straddle, one knee between your legs, the other on the opposing side. âfuck, sunshine, youâre gon love this. promise.â
darylâs finger returned to your clit, working itself in circles a bit faster than before, the new sensation causing you to arch your back and whine, your pussy clenching around nothing, causing a string of your arousal to drip down your plush thigh.
âahh, fuck! fuck daryl, pleaseeee.â
âplease what?â he teased, continuing his pace, watching you completely fall apart beneath him.
please what? that was a great question, you had no idea what you were begging for, you just knew that whatever he was doing was way too good for him to stop now.
a large, calloused hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet darylâs lust-blown eyes, âi said please what? donât yaâ wanna be a good doll and answer me so i can help yaâ out? câmon pretty girl, just tell me whatcha need and iâll take careâa you.â
âi-i dunno⊠i-â you felt embarrassed out of nowhere, like the feeling had just popped out of thin air. you cover your face with your arms, a bright pink wave creeping along your cheeks once again, spreading to the tips of your ears. you knew nothing about this, didnât know what you wanted, what to ask forâ you just knew you needed daryl to keep doing whatever it was that was making you feel so fucking good.
you felt the strength of darylâs large arms gripping your dainty wrists, pushing them away from your face and onto the bed, holding them there with a force you knew you wouldnât be able to escape from.
âah, ah, ah, câmon now, sunshine. keep those hands away from that pretty face of yers. you know i wanna see all those pretty looks my doll gives me while i make her cum âround my cock.â
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Okay- I adore the Mecha AU.. so now I have to share MY terrible idea, dunno if anyone has said this yet but- you remember that in pacific rim when Raleigh & Mako DRIFT and they both experience each otherâs trauma?
What if that happened with Jazz & Prowl?
Like-
One day Prowl starts noticing a difference in Jazz's behavior, noticing how he would suddenly tense up or flinch whenever somebody suddenly started speaking loud or in the morning heâd notice how he was soaked in sweat and shakily making his way to the wash racks. Whenever heâd ask if he was alright he was always met with a smile and a reassuring remark, yet he knew something was off and he wanted to help.
So then (once heâs fully healed) he suggests to Jazz that they should do trust exercises under the guise that since he doesnât have another Mecha so they should strengthen their own bond for any future battles. Jazz is hesitant, especially since he blames himself for Prowl being in that situation in the first place, but he also wants to spend time with Prowl so he agrees.
Prowl probably would go to a secluded spot in the forest theyâre in, somewhere safe where, once Jazz is relaxed enough he can ask him about these strange behaviors heâs recently been exhibiting. Surely nothing bad will happen and surely Jazz will be fine like he usually isâŠ
The training exercises go well, Jazz is feeling fine and theyâre both in the zone when suddenly a bad memory spontaneously starts to haunt Jazz and it triggers a PTSD-esque Episode where Jazz freezes up and is suddenly taken back to that horrible time..
The time he was strapped down to a bedbunk, his body writhing in agonizing pain, the constant sting of needles piercing his skin followed by an intense burning sensation that can only be likened to being burned from the inside out, his vision going blurry and his throat raw and bleeding from screaming and crying, his body shaking and shivering as a thick sheen of sweat coats his body.
And right now⊠because of the DRIFT.. Prowl sees it too, he not only sees it but heâs there, standing over Jazz's restrained body, he hears screams and sounds he never EVER wanted to hear, not from Jazz of all people. His precious partner, heâs looking down at him unable to help or protect him from these strangers, these monsters who are ignoring the ear piercing, spark-wrenching screams of pure agony. Worst of all? He canât move, heâs frozen in place, forced to stand there helplessly as Jazz is begging for mercy, begging for someone to help him⊠and. he. canât. move.
It lasts just for a moment but for both of them it felt like an hour until Jazz screams himself back into reality, freeing both him and Prowl from his nightmare. Prowl drops to a knee, his mind racing as he tries to figure out what the actual hekk he just saw until he feels Jazz pounding his fist against his chest, he can vaguely make out his choked up plea which scares Prowl as heâs never heard Jazz make that noise before. Prowl opens it and barely manages to catch Jazz as the man tumbled out into his own shaky servo in a trembling heap.
Jazz is slightly pale and tears are in his eyes as he struggles to catch his breath, he knows heâs not there anymore but he still feels it.
Prowl rushes back to Ratchets hideout where he the others are and calls for him, fear gripping his tanks as Jazz is still huddled in a fetal position, hyperventilating as he grips his soaked hair. Ratchet immediately recognizes whatâs happened and quickly moves to help Jazz calm down before he has a heart attack which he is very close to having with how high his pulse is. It works but the man is so worn out from the stress that he just passes out.
I donât know but thatâs been plaguing my mind since I started reading your AU and I just HAD to share it lol, what do you think? How do you think Prowl would actually react to that? I figured heâd freak out as humans and their fragile bodies are still new territory for him.
Also sorry if itâs all a bit unclear or confusing or like- boarderline rambling Iâm not good at storytelling and just stick to RP and making RP plots lol.
OH MAN. OH FUCK. YEP UH HUH YEAH. THIS. oh my god
Knowing Prowl, he would probably rush to learn every bit of information he can access about. You know. How to help someone in that scenario. Because heâs scared that something would went wrong while he has zero knowledge about humans.
But also. I think it would make him realise just how strong despite his small size Jazz actually is.
Jazz might drop something about his brain being over dramatic when itâs not helpful at all. While Prowl is just are you fraggin serious youâre a superhuman
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Solnyshko - Natasha Romanoff x gn!Reader
A/N: I really really wanted to write a small thing for Natasha, so here we are. I set this in a 2012ish era, which is why the Avengers live at the Tower and such. I might do something more with this Reader and their powers in a future story as well.
Also, solnyshko means little sun in Russian. Itâs the only potentially gendered language in the fic
Dividers by @/whimsicalrogers
CW: fluff, language, soft Natasha, Natasha speaks Russian, Reader is a former SHIELD agent, Reader has powers, failed missions, mentions of blood and injury, very very light angst, a forehead kiss, soft ending, probably ooc Natasha
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âHey, Nat,â you greet the red-haired Avenger with a sleepy smile. âEarly morning, huh?â
âGood morning, solnyshko.â Natasha smiles back at you, handing you a cup of tea. âI should be saying that to you. You look like youâre still half-asleep.â
You laugh and rub the back of your neck, taking a sip of your drink. âI feel like it. I dunno how you can do early morning missions. I feel like shit.â
Natasha just smiles and pulls out a seat for you at the table.
Youâre a former SHIELD agent. One of Bartonâs old teammates. Youâve known Natasha since the day she joined.
Now youâre an unofficial member of the new team. The big team. You deal with the remnants of SHIELD for them and they help you train your powers.
You donât have anything really special. No magic or anything. But your light powers come in handy for making illusions and youâve been called in several times to help out with Loki when he comes to Earth. So all in all, youâre not complaining.
You take a seat at the table and enjoy the bits of morning you have. Youâre leaving in an hour and you want to savor your last moments with the team.
Well, the members of the team who are up. Cap comes in before his morning run, but doesnât stick around for long. Tony passes through briefly to grab a cup of coffee. The others, you know they wonât be up for another couple of hours at least.
So you enjoy your morning with Natasha. Itâs been a while since you and her chatted, and you enjoy the conversation.
Eventually your time is up.
âWish me luck,â you tell her with a wry smile.
She laughs and gives you a fond look. âYouâll do great. Youâre our best, after all.â
You laugh at that and head on out.
Your return isnât nearly as happy or cheerful.
The mission was a failure. Despite your best efforts, your target got the jump on you and shot you four times. Youâd barely made the journey back, your wounds bleeding profusely.
By the time youâre sent to the medbay, youâre woozy with loss of blood. Your steps are sluggish and you lean against the wall for support.
Thereâs a voice calling your name. Then arms sliding under you, scooping you up.
Thereâs hair as red as blood brushing against your face. And then your eyes shut.
When you open them again, youâre in your room at the Tower. Your body aches like hell, but you can feel all your limbs.
You shift your arm, your muscles groaning in protest. Still, you force yourself up a bit, before a hand on your shoulder stops you.
âYou gotta lie down.â Itâs Natasha, looking rather tired and weary. âDoctorâs orders.â
âFuck the doctor,â you mutter, trying to get up further.
Natasha gently pushes you back down. âNot the time, solnyshko.â
You donât resist further. Instead, you sigh and stare up at the ceiling. âThe mission failed.â
âIt wasnât your fault. We had bad intel.â She toys with the sleeve of your shirt. âOur inside man was a double agent.â
âStill. I couldâve done better.â
She gently flicks your forehead. âDonât play that game. You did what you could. Getting shot like that would put anyone out of commission.â
You look at her. At her red-as-blood hair. âEven you?â
She smiles faintly. âEven me.â
It makes you feel a bit better and you nod. âThanks.â
She leans in and kisses your forehead. âAlways.â
A yawn overtakes you and you groan softly. Natasha laughs a little. âGo back to sleep. Your wounds need time to heal.â
You yawn again and nod, letting your eyes close. âGoodnight, Nat.â
Her fingers find yours and she gives your hand a light squeeze. âGoodnight, solnyshko. Sweet dreams.â
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Chaotic Night CE: Jude Jazza
⟠CW: Dub-con/Non-con Behavior: I am marking this as both DC & NC, just in case.⟠MDNI: For suggestive themes. This is a fan translation. 100% accuracy is not guaranteed. Cybird owns everything. Thank you so much for your support, and I hope that you enjoy the story! âŸ.
(That personâs back, could it beâŠ)
Kate: Jude?
When he turned around, I saw a wizardâs hat and unfamiliar glasses hiding his eyes â
Kate: This isâŠ..
Jude: Donât look at me.
Kate: Huh?
Jude: Everyone falls asleep when they make eye contact with me âcause âo that extract that quack made.
Jude: Canât get no work done, dammit.
His spitting voice hit my ears as I quickly averted my eyes.
(Thatâs right, he said he had work after the party, so he left early.)
Undoubtedly, the cursed ability that puts anyone to sleep when their foreheadâs touched, has been amplified.
(Even soâŠ..)
Kate: Whereâd the hat come from.
Jude: Hah?
(The pressureâs more overwhelming than usualâŠ.)
Jude: âŠ..Ellis put it on me in the lounge, dunno, but itâs a costume.
Kate: It looksâŠ.kind of like a wizard.
My thoughtless words seemed to have struck a chord with him â
Jude: Does the princess see me as a wizard.
(Oh, noâŠâŠ)
Jude: Then, Iâll behave like the villainous 13th Wizard.[1]
With veins popping out on his forehead, he grabbed me by arm and started walking.[2]
Kate: What, where are we going?!
Jude: âŠâŠ
Kate: Jude.
He didnât respond as he dragged me away â
Roughly throwing open the door he tossed me on the bed.
Kate: Oof.
The sound of the door locking echoed out, and the moment I tried to look up.
Kate: Mmph.
The back of my head was grabbed, and I was forced into a pillow.
Kate: What are you doing?
Jude: What was that, canât understand what yer sayinâ.
Kate: I donât know, hmm.
Suddenly, something is pressed between my legs and I let out a sweet moan.
When I moved my legs around, it seemed to be his knee â.
Jude: If Iâm angry ân there happens to be someone to torment, then I got no choice but to.
The merciless voice from above stimulated me again between my legs.
Kate: Nnn, please stop.
I try to escape the pleasure by twisting myself from the knee thatâs grinding against me.
Jude: Yer lookinâ pleased âthough sayinâ stop, ya must feel good.
Kate: Your wrong!
The close whispers in my ear, and heat touching my back, made me realize that he had climbed on top of me.
Kate: For now, take your hand off my head.
The moment I touched his hand that pressed me against the pillow, there was strong pressure between my legs.
Jude: Whatâre ya so excited âbout?
Kate: [Gasp] !
Just as I was about to hit my peak from the sweet stimulation, I desperately tensed my legs, butâŠ.
Jude: Yer squeezinâ my knees, but yer lookinâ like it feels so good ya stand it.
Jude : With yer face pressed into a pillow, unable to move,
Jude: ân beinâ torturedâŠ..yer so perverted.
Kate: Iâm not.
Jude: Whatâs not.
When I heard a sigh his knee moved away, and I felt relief for a moment, but
Kate: Ahh.
His hand that lifted my skirt pressed against my sensitive spot over my underwear, making me come.
Jude: Itâs wet here though.
Kate: â!
Jude: Even though I only touched ya a bit, ya came.
Jude: Seriously, yer so masochistic itâs laughable.
(This is so embarrassing, why did this happenâŠ..)
I was so ashamed that tears started to form in my eyes,
And his sharp eyes didnât miss a thing.
Jude: Yer face is bright red, are ya so humiliated that yer gonna start wailinâ?
Kate: [sniffle] , please let me go now! [3]
I thrashed my hands, repeatedly hitting his hand that held my head,
Jude: Ha, weak. Are ya serious?
The instant he sneered with laughter, his hand slid up to my chin, turning my upper body around.
My vision is filled with him â
Jude: Canât be helped, so letâs end it now. Look at me.
The moment our gazes almost met I quickly covered my eyes.
Jude: Hah?
Kate: I donât want to.
Kate: If I sleep here, then I wonât be able to fight back while being tormented.
Kate: So I will NOT go to sleep!
I bit my lip knowing that I couldnât just go to sleep after being humiliated.
Jude: Ya really are an idiot.
He sneered in a low, sadistic whisper.
Jude: There ainât no way ya could fight back.
Jude: Iâll torture ya till Iâm satisfied.
(If I had slept then, this wouldnât have happened.)
As I lay in bed on the verge of tears, too embarrassed to recall the memory,
His hand grabbed my cheek as he ripped off the sheet.
Kate: What are you doing.
Jude: âŠ.All cured.
Kate: What? Oh, youâre right.
When our eyes meet I didnât fall asleep, and he looks relieved.
Jude: The angerâs also calmed down, ya were useful.
Kate: Really?
I got so happy when he said that, then I came back to my sensesâŠ..
Jude: Looks like ya enjoyed beinâ tormented.
Kate: N-no, I didnât!
Jude: Ha.
He stood up with a mocking laugh, his profile looking different than usual.
Jude: Iâll torment ya again when I have time,
Jude: When that time comes, be ready.
I watched him leave the room, then collapsed on the bed.
(Next time, I wonât let Jude do what he wants.)
Iâm filled with embarrassment thinking about the next time, but
(The truth is,)
âThereâs no way I could say that I hated it.
Some subjects were tough to identify in this translation. [1] Although we know this is translated as fairy in EN, due to his costume and context, I chose to keep wizard.
[2] ăăăă âzukazukaâ was used here, and has several meanings such as: forward, directly, straight, rudely, without hesitation/permission. However, I opted to just use âstarted walking,â because I am not confident which of these are meant to be conveyed.
[3] There is no onomatopoeic word mentioned, but since sheâs fighting back tears, I added sniffles.
[Event Master List] Dividers: @.saradika-graphics/@.natimiles
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So, what did you all think??? It's not as gory or smutty as his Villain's Night story event from last year, but it was still good I think! I am telling you we are going to see some freaky bedroom shit in his route and events after this.
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Anything for you [P1]
Kurt Wagner x Fem!Reader || Rating: PG(?) || WC: 1.4k
Inspiration: Foreigner's God - Hoizer
Content Warning: afab reader, unrequited love (both reader + Kurt), Kurt pining
Authors Note: First time writing for X-Men! Please be kind to me I'm trying pookies, hopefully this turns out okay or I might actually weep! I dunno if anyone would want a part two of this, just lemme know ig??? Also let it be known I used deepL for the few things he said in German... Please don't hate me đ
Who knew the kiss on the back of a gloved hand could really tank someone's mood as quickly as anything else at a typical Saturday night dinner. Watching the gleam drain from your eyes across the table was something he's sadly used to now. Following your eyes to the end of the table to what he knew you were staring at.
His dear sister and one of his closest friends. Rogue and Gambit. The strongest "couple" next to their leader and his wife. A force strong and immovable. Rogue, too scared to stray. And Gambit, too loyal to look anywhere but her eyes half the time.
And it kills you. Anyone who knows you can see your heart break every time they connect.
Thankfully, no one seems to be paying attention to you, no one but the blue mutant across the table from you. He finds it hard to keep his eyes anywhere but on you. Always has since you met all those years ago. He's seen you at your best, the fierceness burning behind your eyes during the heat of battle. And at your worse... Grieving the loss of something you could never have in the first place.
Your chair screeches, moving across the hardwood of the dining room harder than you intended. Standing up too fast, everyone stared in surprise.
"I'm gonna turn in early." Scott's brow rose behind ruby quartz shades as he stood up.
"Everything okay?" You smile, trying to keep up the facade, not wanting to openly weep in front of the team you call family.
"Just a little tired from training." You grab the edge of your half-eaten plate of dinner before you're met with the rough hand of Logan next to you on your wrist.
"Leave it kid, go get some shut eye." His face almost looks slightly worried, as you don't even put up an argument as usual. Just nodding, you push your chair in and hurry out of the dining room.
Kurt watches you leave, tilting his head to watch you rush up the foyer stairs as chatter picks back up at the table.
"Do you think she's sick?" His ears perk up to the concerned whisper of Jean's voice, looking at Scott as he sat back down at the head of the table.
"It's not unlike her to keep quiet when she's not feeling the best."
"She's barely been eating more than half her food in the past week Scott, I'm starting to get worried. She hasn't been like this since the Professor died." Kurt's head turns, chiming in with his usual soft tone.
"I'll check on her after dinner." Jean and Scott both looked at him. Jean smiling softly as she squeezed his shoulder.
"Thank you, Kurt. She'd probably talk to you before any of us." He nods, his dark hair bouncing lightly before turning his attention back to dinner.
Walking down the hall, he stops at your door, glancing at your nameplate before raising his fist to knock. Freezing for a moment, knowing you'd expect him to come upstairs anytime after you left. Why should he bother to knock at this point?
But Kurt is quite literally a creature of habit. So he does.
Two soft wraps hit the door before grabbing the knob, edging the flat wood open to peek inside. Your room is still dimly lite, only the moon from your window cast over the person-sized lump under the covers of your bed. A soft mutter of your name leaves his lips, yellow eyes glowing as he looks down at the bed.
"Can I come in?" A whimpered 'yes' is all he gets in return, stepping inside with the subtle click of the door closing behind him. The familiar creak of the bed fills the room as he sits on the edge, tail curling over your legs covered by blankets. Hand meeting your side under the covers, eyes falling to their usual worried state, like every time he's comforted you this way before.
Rubbing gently over your lower back, he doesn't say a word, just feeling the slight tremble of your body hidden away from his line of sight. You sniff, pulling the blanket from over your head to look at him, eyes bloodshot and miserable looking. Something he's seen too many times before but still breaks his heart seeing you like this.
"Can you lie with me, please?"
"Anything for you, mein Schatz." He gets up, walking around the bed, pulling the covers back as he climbs in next to you. Fixing them back in place, you assume your natural spot of your head on his chest and his arm around your shoulder. The gentle rub of his hand down your bicep in a soothing gesture.
"Are you okay?" His voice barely raised above a whisper, his cheek settling onto the top of your head. You take in a sharp bit shaky breath trying to calm yourself.
"It's getting harder and harder to be around them... I don't..." You choke up for a second, breathing out a soft whimper.
"I don't know... How much longer can I stand to see them together... It's so unfair of me to feel this way because he'll never love me... Not like Anna, but I just can't... Stop it. I just - I feel terrible for so many reasons." Kurt hugs you tighter, knowing that feeling all too well. Unrequited affections for someone who'll never see you as anything more than a good friend. It almost hurts him knowing you're feeling how he feels constantly.
"I know, I wish I could take the pain away from you." You shudder, sniffling against his chest. Tears welling up in your eyes as you hold onto him like a lifeline, trying to ground yourself in desperation. Squeezing your eyes shut, the tears slipped, soaking the front of his suit.
"I feel so stupid." You whine, starting to hiccup against him, tears sliding past your lashes in groves. Kurt shushes you, moving his hand to your back to cradle you closer. Sharp claws raking over the back of your uniform, gentle touch as he always has with you. His hand moves up, thumb rubbing over your cheek and turning up your chin to look at him.
"You are not stupid, meine Liebe. It's okay to feel this way. The heart wants what it wants. Unforgiving or not, you can't help that."
"Why does it have to be him of all people?" His lips turned to a frown, seeing the hurt behind your eyes. Still wiping your eyes with his thumb, he just shakes his head.
"I wish I could give you the answers. Remy is... A kind man who deeply cares for those he loves. I can see the appeal. But you'll be okay. Eventually, I'm sure of it. You're very strong after all." You just blink, breath quivering as you start to calm down a bit.
"I'm strong..." You mutter under your breath, making him smile slightly before your head goes back to him. Finding his shoulder to lean on, you take in a deep breath, shutting your eyes as you exhale and repeating the words like a prayer.
"Ja, the strongest I know."
"Thank you, Kurt, I don't know what I'd do without you." You give a weak smile as you relax against him, feeling his head leaning against yours.
"And you'll never have to find out, that's a promise." You smile a little wider, a chuckle escaping your lips.
"Can you keep holding me for a little while longer?" He smiles against the top of your head, soaking in the shared warmth between the two of you.
"Of course." You sink into his body, putting your full weight against him. His grip tightened around you. Taking in a deep breath, his eyes wandered from your relaxed expression to the window. Watching the night sky as you slowly drift off in his arms.
Feeling you go slack in his grip, Kurt looks at how relaxed you are now. Thumb moving back over your delicate features like a feather. Something he's done too many times now. But you're so beautiful to him. He can't help but want to touch you. Lips pressing the crown on your head, lingering longer than necessary.
"Ich liebe dich..." His eyes shifted back down to your face, waiting for a reaction he never got. Good or bad. It's just another confession that's gone unheard dozens of times now. No matter how much he's said it.
Smiling at your sleeping expression, he moves down the bed. Shifting onto his side to hold you against his chest. His tail wraps around your waist as he keeps you close.
Cherishing the little moments, he gets to pretend he has your heart... No matter how much it hurts his heart.
âĄThanks for readingâĄ
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