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augustvandyne · 9 months ago

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Lucy chen x reader.

Lucy and reader are sent undercover as a couple. This brings up hidden feelings from both women, and Lucy shows up to r's apartment a couple of nights later, and confessions are made. (Reader is Angela's partner/best friend. R is a detective.)

lucy is actually my girlfriend and current obsession right now

this is really sucky, i apologize.

old feelings

It’s late, your head hurts, and you’re hungry, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to ignoring Angela’s phone call.

She normally never calls at night unless it’s super important. Whether it’s about work or her person life with the kids and/or Wesley.

“This better be real important Ang,” You hiss in pain when your head starts pounding even more than it already was. “And there better be a reward of Ibuprofen at the end of it.”

Angela chuckles tensely, “I’ll have Ibuprofen waiting here for you when you get to the station.”

You sigh, but stand nonetheless. You had a feeling something had happened after you left. But it may have also had to do with you just abruptly leaving without saying goodbye to Angela.

“There better be,” You scrunch up your face. “I ran out last night or I would have already taken some.”

“Alright, well, get here. There’s an undercover operation in the works, and they need you,” You can hear the nervousness in Angela’s voice.

“What’s wrong?” You swallow, the nervousness from Angela making its way to you.

“I’ll tell you when you get here,” Angela is shaking her head.

“Okay,” You hang up the phone and grab your keys, trying your best to ignore the pulsing in your head as you slam the apartment door and make your way out to your car.

You make sure to turn the volume of the radio the whole way down once you start the engine.

You breathe out a gust of air, making your way back to the station as fast as possible.

Angela held her promise, as she is standing in the lobby of the station as soon as you get there with a bottle of medication and a bottle of water.

“Talk to me,” You throw the pills in your mouth, drinking almost the whole bottle of water along with it.

“It shouldn’t be me,” You turn to see the pain in Angela’s eyes and you realize it has something to do with Angela’s personal life. Meaning her husband or kids.

“Oh Ang,” You pull her into her for a quick hug before the two of you speed to the conference room.

You see Wade, Nyla, Tim and Lucy all waiting there. Similar expressions in their faces.

“Someone better start talking,” You glance at each other them. Your gaze lingering on Lucy’s for longer than necessary.

“It’s Wesley,” Nyla breaks the silence, sparing a small look in Angela’s direction.

Your heart drops to the floor, “I had a feeling.”

“So let’s stop sitting around sulking about it and come up with a plan.”

“Officer Bradford,” Grey warns. “We have a plan—“

“We have an outline,” He corrects.

“Officer Bradford,” You shake your head, making your way to the empty seat beside Lucy. “Like you said, let’s stop wasting time. Share the outline with me.”

“As far as we know, Wesley Evers has been taken by Elijah Stone and his men.”

You feel Lucy stiffen beside you, and you assume it has to do with Elijah.

You had your own history with Elijah. Not like he had tried to come after you before, because he knows better than to mess with a cop straight on, but the station had been following Elijah for a long while now. And if you could catch him, you would do whatever it takes.

“..so there will be an undercover operation,” Nyla is talking now. You must’ve tuned Grey out while you were thinking. “For obvious reasons, we can’t have Angela go under. And we know I can’t, because I can’t risk my shared custody with my daughter again.”

“Is— is that why I’m here?” Lucy asks excitedly, sitting up in her seat.

“Precisely,” Grey tries to hold back a small smile.

“That’s also why I’m here,” You conclude.

“You catch on quick,” Tim remarks sarcastically.

You clench your jaw, and down the rest of your water.

“We think it would be better if we had people on the inside. People Wesley recognizes,” Nyla nods, looking at Wade so he could finish.

“Wesley will recognize you, and neither of you have went head on with Elijah or his men.. so you are our two viable options,” Grey nods, holding his hands in front of his waist.

“Separately? Or..” Lucy asks, and you look at her. She’s so adorable. So naive.

“Together, Chen,” Tim narrows his eyes. “Like as a couple.”

“Okay, seriously what’s up your ass?” You hollow your cheeks, having about enough of this man’s attitude.

“Detective—“

“No, you have no right to be disrespectful to anyone, let alone Officer Chen, who has been nothing but respectful since I’ve gotten here. So apologize,” You raise your brows when Tim just stands there. “Now.”

“I’m sorry, Chen,” Tim says, internally rolling his eyes.

“You didn’t have to—“

“I know,” You say, just barely missing the blush on her face.

Within the next forty-eight hours, the two of you are off on a plane, one of Aaron’s planes, to be specific.

They’d set up a small townhouse near where they suspected Wesley was being held.

You could feel the anxiety radiating off Lucy, but she never once said anything. You admired her strength through this all.

You and Lucy had a past, if that’s what you’d call it.

You trained her for a while there when Tim was out after being shot, and you’d shared moments, to say the least.

If you asked Angela, she probably would’ve told you that the two of you almost made out at one point, but you didn’t think that. Something about get together at the bar one night, and some longing stares.. you didn’t really know.

But you probably would have asked her out, had you not been in her line of work for the longest time.

You followed most of the rules - including the very strict and unnecessary dating policy.

Then by the time you made it to be up for the detectives exam, the both of you had forgotten about your longing glances and schoolgirl crushes.

Until now.

Lucy is sitting on the edge of the bed now, tapping her fingertips on her lower thighs as a nervous tic. She bites her lip, probably hard enough to draw blood. That was something you remember about her.

“Are you okay, Lucy?” You tilt your head, moving to sit beside her on the bed.

“Yeah,” She shrugs. “This is kind of my first real operation, and I know if I mess up, Angela will have my head.”

“I won’t let her,” You say after a beat of silence.

“Why would you care?” Lucy’s brows furrow, not a hint of anger in her voice. Only curiosity.

“Do you mind if I shower first? I still kind of have a headache..” You stand, not looking her in the eye any longer.

“Oh, I brought some medicine, if you’d want,” Lucy smiles politely.

“I’ll see how I feel after,” You clear your throat and grab whatever clothes are on top for after. “But, thank you.”

You remember that look in Lucy’s eye. You’ve seen it before. All that time ago when you were training her. You had deja vu.

Lucy suggested the two of you went out for something to eat, make yourself seen.

She was smart for that, because not only had you picked a place Elijah’s presence was well known in, but you’d also laid eyes on Wesley for the first time in a few days.

It was a local bar, but it was more on the fancier side, if that makes sense. It served food other than anything that is made in the same grease, so in your opinion, that was fancy all on its own. But Lucy proceeded to tell you all about it.

Which was why you got deja vu in the first place.

She was spinning facts at you, and you were listening intently, laughing here and there to try and gain Wesley’s attention.

You’d gotten it, and he knew you were there. You and him shared a nod.

The glint in her eye is still there when she stops talking after she realizes you’re just watching her.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Elijah glance towards the two of you.

You give her a wide smile, grabbing her hand gently.

You see the light tint of blush on her cheeks, and you try to narrow your eyes so she understands, but she’s more focused on your touch.

You pull her hand to yours lips to cover your mouth, “He’s watching.”

She snaps out of in, and falls into character. She’s leaning on the table, her chin resting on her knuckles of her free hand.

“I love you, you know?” Lucy gives a love struck smile.

“You’ve never said that aloud efore,” A smile takes over your features.

“I know..” She looks down. “But I’ve been thinking it for a while. Ever since.. you know.”

“No, I don’t,” You have the feeling she’s going to try to share her feelings, for real. So you let her.

“When my mother came over the last time. When she blamed me for being with a woman.”

“Yes,” You say. You remember hearing about it through the grapevine, but it wasn’t you in this scenario, it was someone else. That made you feel an almost.. jealous feeling. “I wanted to tell you that night too, but.. you were having so many feelings.”

“And I appreciate you for that,” Lucy leans forward slightly.

You don’t even care if Elijah is watching anymore, because when Lucy leans forward a fraction of an inch, all you’re focused on are her soft and inviting lips.

You liked playing pretend with Lucy. It felt amazing, like maybe you should have asked her out when you wanted to back then.

But it was time to go home now, after a successful rescue mission for Wesley. And you were sort of upset about it.

You were happy to be back home in your own bed after almost two months, but you were kind of missing Lucy and yours’ dinner dates right now.

You’re bingeing an episode of Top Chef when you hear a knock on your door.

Swinging the door open, you see Lucy. She has an oversized sweater on, and she’s playing with the sleeve.

“Lucy?” You frown. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to tell you something,” She comes in the door without even being invited in.

“Could it wait—“

“No,” Lucy cuts you off. “It can’t. Or I’ll talk myself out of telling you. Again. I need to do it now or I may never do it at all.”

You were intrigued now, so you grab Lucy by the sleeve and pull her towards you, leading the both of you to your couch.

“What’s wrong Lucy?” Your brows are furrowed.

“Well..” You watch as Lucy tries to decide how to say when she needs to get out. “It’s just.. mm.”

“Spit it out, Luce,” You chuckle lightly, shaking your head.

“Ihavefeelingsforyou,” She says it so fast you almost don’t even hear what she said.

A look flashes across her face at your reaction, and from your point of view, it looks like regret.

“I’m sorry,” Lucy swallows nervously. “I’ll.. um, I’m just— I’ll go.”

“No,” You say instantly, grabbing her arm to pull her back onto the couch. “I’m just surprised because, well.. I know when I was training you - when Tim was out - that I also shared feelings for you. Angela even saw something, which should tell you something all in itself. But anyway, these past weeks, the feelings had returned and.. I wouldn’t be opposed to a real date.”

Lucy lets out a long and relieved sigh, “Oh, thank god. Because I almost had a heart attack. And, also, I used to have feelings for you too.. why didn’t you just ask me out.”

You chuckle and shake your head, “I was in your line of duty. And I wasn’t ready to move from patrol yet.”

A look flashes in Lucy’s eyes as she turns her head to look at the television.

“Oo! Top Chef?” Lucy’s eyes light up. “We’re definitely going on a date.”

Lucy moves a little closer to you, and leans her head on your shoulder.

You both fall asleep like that.

#the rookie #the rookie x reader #wlw post #lucy chen #lucy chen x reader #lucy chen ask #lucy chen x you #lucy chen is adorable and i love her #pls marry me

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fluffyfanficsonly · 9 months ago

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FORK, FORK, I BESEECH YOU WITH MY METAPHORICAL ELECTRIC SOCKET OF A BRAINROT.

If I may request, may it be an imagine with Twilight from Linked Universe spending time with his friend, the reader, before realizing how much he loves them?

Perhaps reader goes with him to collect some ingredients Wild needs for dinner that day. Foraging isn't so bad — and then the reader stumbles upon a flower field. Twilight freaks out a bit, noticing them missing, but finds their collection of plants and herbs set aside, reader laying down amongst the flowers.

I don't know, I'd be happy with whatever else you can think of or if you decide not to do this/let it stew. Thanks so much for hearing me out!!!

BRUH I LOVE THIS SM WHAT.

I COOKED ON THIS

Twilight Realizing He’s In Love With You

Twilight x Gn!Reader

You and Twilight were foraging ingredients for Wild, who was on dinner duty that day. The two of you decided it would be better to split up, since it was late afternoon and the sun would be setting soon.

The two of you had been chatting as you looked for specific ingredients, laughing about some silly thing Wind had done that day. As the laughter subsided, Twilight had felt a sort of disappointment, not hearing your laugh. After processing the thought his face had turned a light pink, along with the tips of his pointed ears.

Twilight has been lost in thought. Standing up after picking some rather fresh Hylianshrooms, he looked around to find that you weren’t in your original spot from before.

He looked around in a panic, adrenaline kicking in, you couldn’t have wandered off too far right? What if a monster had gotten to you and he didn’t notice? What if-

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of such thoughts. He needed to focus, where would you have gone?

As he looked hastily around the area you two had been foraging in, he noticed a familiar sight, sighing in relief as he saw you picking flowers in a nearby open field. You looked so…peaceful, a smile gracing your stunning face. Twilight’s heart swelled in his chest as he strides towards you, smiling almost giddily.

Looking up from where you were picking flowers, your gaze softened as you saw Twilight, wincing inside slightly, hoping you wouldn’t get a lecture from him…again.

“There you are, starlight.” He said softly, your heart speeding up slightly from the nickname he had given you after your first night with the group, being so invested in the stars. You had woken up with a neck cramp the next day from looking up so much. “I thought you were in danger.” He lectured, hands on his hips.

“Sorry, I thought I had told you.” You responded sheepishly, Twilight sighed, shaking his head slightly. “You need to be more careful, we don’t know what exactly is out here.” He doted, looking at the large opening. Speckles of flower patches, the sun starting to set on the horizon.

As the two of you chatted, you both ended up sitting down in the field watching the sunset. As the two of you laughed and joked about old stories, Twilight looked over at you, studying your features. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest, the orange sunlight outlining your face.

He finally realized what the strange thoughts and feelings he thought he was plagued with. The soft, fuzzy feeling his heart gave him everytime he looked in your direction. He was totally whipped for you, your smile, voice, everything. Everything about it was just so mesmerizing.

You had noticed Twilight had been quiet for a bit, looking over at him. “Is something wrong?” You questioned, tilting your head. Twilight just flashed you a soft, content smile. “It’s nothing.” He sighed, continuing to stare at you as you shrugged it off.

#linked universe x reader #twilight princess #twilight princess x reader #linked universe #linked universe x gn!reader #link x reader #loz link #twilight linked universe #fluff x reader #forkwrites

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l1tw1ck · 2 years ago

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Least Valuable Player

He may be the LVP on the court, but at least he's the MVP in your office

Reader has a dick, no pronouns used, is called 'sir' and 'daddy'

Bottom!FTM Steve x Top!Masc!Coach Reader

[Series] [Part Two] AFAB Language Used

CW: Heavy Dub-Con/Non-Con (Up to Interpretation), Slapping, Dom/Sub, Daddy Issues, Dacryphilia, Past & Threatened Abuse, Choking, Manhandling, Spanking, Squirting, Objectification, Rough Sex, Mult. Orgasms, Creampie

📝 1,570 Words

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"Coach-" Steve tries to explain himself, why he cost his team the whole game but you stop him, dragging him into your office. The rest of the team thinks you're going to yell at him so they leave the gym, not wanting to hear it for the sake of Steve's dignity.

You slap him harshly. "Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse! We would've won the game if it weren't for you!"

"I'm sorry, okay! Jesus! I didn't do it on fucking purpose!" He's already annoyed by his teammates treating him badly for the last.

You look at him like he's crazy. "How dare you speak to me like that?"

Steve gasps, realizing what he just said. "I'm sorry- please, sir- I didn't mean it!"

You grip his neck, lifting him in the air so that he's making direct eye contact with you. You spit on his face. "Pathetic little bitch." You pull down his shorts and boxers. "You're gonna be here all night taking my cock, got it?"

Steve manages to choke out a 'Yes sir' in response. This has been a thing for a while, roughly fucking and hurting Steve when he does something wrong or just using his body when you feel like it.

The first time, you were only yelling at him for having his head in the clouds during practice. And then he started to cry, the almighty Steve 'the hair' Harrington was crying and trembling from being yelled at.

"Why the hell are you crying? You can't be this weak."

Steve was shaking and sniffling. "My dad...he used to yell at me like this.."

The sight of him crying made you hard. "You probably deserved it and with the way you've been acting lately, I have no choice but to yell at you." You grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants and your boxers, pulling them both down. "I need to teach you a lesson. Hopefully you'll stop screwing up again after I teach you this."

Steve looked down then up at you. "Sir..?" His stomach twisted, an odd feeling he couldn't identify.

"If you don't want to lose your spot on the team, kneel down and suck it."

Steve didn't say a word sank down to his knees, he held your hot length in his hand and sucked on the tip. It was clear he'd never done it before. You couldn't tell if he was doing it because he wanted to or because he needed that spot on the team.

You're still not sure of the answer yourself.

You take your fingers down to his clit, rubbing it and getting him wet. "I wonder if you even feel bad for making the team lose, did you do it on purpose? So you could get fucked afterwords?"

"I didn't-"

You smack his cunt. "You're lucky you didn't ruin the season for us. Count." You spank his cunt again.

"On- one."

You spank his pussy again, then again, and again.

"Se- seve- seven."

You spank him again and his body seizes up, his eyes rolling back as he squirts over the floor. "You better clean that up later."

"Eig- eight. I will- I promise-"

You spank him two more times before throwing his back onto the desk. "I'm feeling kind today, so these bruises might be the last ones you'll receive today." You trace the light bruise on bis cheek and bring your hand down to the red outlines on his neck.

Steve whimpers as your hand glides down to his collar. You pull on it and rip it apart. Steve's glad he's got a few extras.

"You haven't been missing days, right?" You ask, referring to his contraceptives.

Steve shakes his head. "I'm safe.."

"Good. Even if you're becoming the worst on the team, I still can't have you getting pregnant." You pull your pants and boxers down, hard cock making contact with Steve's wet pussy. "How am I supposed to use you if you're knocked up?" You laugh.

Steve looks down and watches as you push your length inside him, it's the same every time but he always seems to focus on it.

You grip his waist, digging your nails into his skin. "You make such a good cocksleeve, you know that?" You groan, making slow but hard thrusts into him. "You never complain and you're always so fucking tight. The perfect little toy."

Steve only moans softly. Your hand wraps around underneath his neck, just below his chin. "Say thank you."

"Th- thank you, da- daddy hhn~" Steve squeezes your length. You rarely give compliments to him, even if the compliment objectifies him, so you're probably in a good mood. He knows he should do anything he can to stay in your good graces. "I'm so- sorry..for ruin- ruining the gh- gam- game.."

"Do it again and I'll beat you harder than ever." You let go of his neck. If it happens a another time, it'll prevent the team from going to nationals. Steve knows you're not being dramatic.

You flip him onto his stomach and rub his ass. "You still need a few more spankings, can't let you think you can get away with everything." You strike his ass once, then twice before fucking him faster and harder.

Steve fills the office with his wanton whines and moans, crying hard as you have your way with him. His ass turns red after a few more spanks.

"Gon- gonna co- co- come~!" He barely manages to say something coherently. He always gets a little, or a lot, out of his mind when you fuck him. He doesn't know his left from his right.

All he knows is the feeling of your thick cock dragging along his walls, your strong hands grabbing him tightly and hitting him harshly, your voice as you degrade him, his own pleasure, and the warm feeling of you pumping your seed into him.

When he's in this state, it's all that matters. It's beyond easy to get him like this, unaware and acting like a whore in heat, he's completely helpless beneath you.

"That's right, come all over your coach's cock like the whore you are." You spank him again, causing him gasp and squirt over the floor (and a bit of your desk) again. "One of the few things you know how to fucking do right."

Steve's head starts to get fuzzy as you carelessly fuck him through and after his orgasm. He babbles something incomprehensible, something in between 'so good' and 'too much'.

You ignore him, not really caring about anything he says anymore. He's a toy after all, his pleasure isn't your concern. "Close-" You mutter.

Your thrusts never slow or stutter as you reach your peak, staying equally as rough and brutal as you fuck your cum into him. "Mmh- Just take it, bitch."

Steve slobbers onto your cheap chair, eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Ye- yes da- daddy-" He mewls as your nails dig into his ass and your thrusts finally come to a halt.

You take wrap your arms around his torso and bring him close to you, back flush against your chest. Steve instinctively rests his head on your shoulder as your hands grab his thighs and dig into his soft flesh, nails just a few millimeters away from the previous markings they created.

You only wait a few seconds before fucking him again, the sounds coming from his pussy far more obscene than before.

"Touch your pussy for me, doll." You nibble on his ear.

Steve whimpers, taking a few seconds to register the command and earning a sharp slap to his sex as punishment. His hand shakily moves to his clit, rubbing it the best he can. Steve mumbles something. "...mess.."

You make a good guess as to what the full sentence was supposed to be. Likely that he's going to make a bigger mess. "Not my problem. I'm not the one who has to clean it up." You chuckle.

Steve whines. "Sor- sorry-" He makes a high pitched noise as he feels an almost electric feeling surge through his body. It's even more intense than before. His walls spasm around you, almost as if he's trying to vacuum up the cum that's sloshing inside him. He mewls as he squirts for the third time, adding more to the mess he's going to have to clean up tonight or even tomorrow morning.

He's just thankful it's the weekend.

You fuck him in every position possible and in all three of his holes. Against the door, on the chair, on the floor, everywhere. By the end of it, his ass is red, his voice is hoarse, and he's littered with bites. The marks on his neck are much darker and more obvious.

With one final thrust, you spill inside of him for the last time today. You pull out and slap his twitching cunt. "See you on Monday." You drop your school keys on the desk so he can lock up whenever he leaves.

As athletes, your stamina is better than an average person's but with the way you treat Steve during sex, he always ends up spent by the end of it.

You're cruel enough to leave him in the office half conscious and with cum dripping out of him. He won't know his place if you treat him kindly.

He's just your toy, nothing more.

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stargirl-writes · 1 year ago

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[chapter four] the secret history of anakin skywalker

the attempt

pairing : assassin! reader x anakin skywalker word count : 3k previous | next series navigation | masterlist

sypnosis

you have only known one truth about this war, the republic and the seperatists are two sides of the same coin. but now, your master count dooku has disposed of you after your consequent failures. his betrayal fueled your thirst for revenge. and in the cruel twist of fate, you have found yourself with an arrangement with the enemy. general anakin skywalker is willing to do what it takes for the republic to win, even if it meant dealing with you, his nemesis.

chapter summary

rako hardeen escapes with two known bounty hunters on orandia. anakin skywalker claims obi wan kenobi remains alive. and a revelation by cad bane made you head down a bar and drink the night away.

warnings : drinking, contains spoilers for star war's 'the clone wars' season 4, episodes 16-17.

notes : omg hello beautiful darlings! thank you for your patience for this overdue update 🥹 i really tried to outline how this'll go and suffice to say i think i've decided to commit to an ending that feels right (for the most parts). also, i've published on ao3 as well, so if you want to read there, here's the link.

likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

The first saloon in Nal Hutta leads you to a trail to Orandia. Rako Hardeen had not been alone. He has escaped with two known bounty hunters, Cad Bane and Moralo Eval. They had just left the planet when you and Anakin Skywalker arrived.

The Jedi emanated a rage you recognized. You noted it in his silence. How his eyes darken after realizing he had been so close to catching the man who killed his Master.

Now, your ship enters the atmosphere of Orandia. A silence blanketed your mind, there were so many things that had gone wrong. You've exhausted yourself trying to find the reason for all of the things that unravel. It is simply how things are now, and you're at the mercy of fate, or rather, Anakin Skywalker's.

You center yourself on the task at hand. Finding Hardeen would secure your alliance with the Jedi.

"There!" Skywalker points towards a ship loading gas.

Your eyes followed the direction he was pointing at. You recognize Cad Bane entering the hatch. Skywalker unfastens his seatbelt. You saw the desperation in his intense glare.

"Hold on, they're leaving." You hissed as Skywalker stood up.

You held on to the control yoke, cursing under your breath at Skywalker's recklessness. You steered the ship, following Bane's ship. You never really excelled in flying, and it was exacerbated by the way your ship was falling behind. You heard Skywalker grunt in annoyance.

Skywalker leans down behind you, extending his arm to grab ahold of the yoke. The coldness of his bionic fingers touching yours made you flinch.

"We're trying to follow Hardeen, not lose them" He comments.

You pulled on the accelerator, and your ship levels with Hardeen's.

Skywalker presses the button on the control board and the upper hatch opens.

Before you could even implore him to slow down, he was already out, jumping toward Hardeen's ship midair.

What an idiot, you cursed.

Your ship's velocity kept on accelerating and when you turned your face, a huge hill appeared. With all your strength, you pulled the yoke, your heart racing faster than your ship. The ship manages to get past the hill, but it screeches from the contact. The system started blaring an emergency alarm. Your instinct commanded you to your feet, bracing yourself for the crash landing.

When you open your eyes again, a numbing pain accumulates on the temples of your forehead. You force yourself to stand up, despite the blurriness of your vision. You held on to the walls to move out.

When your mind clears, you see the smoke of Hardeen's ship in the distance. You ran up, following the light of Skywalker's saber deflecting blaster shots.

When you got near, Hardeen was strangling Skywalker by the throat. He uses the force to push you back, but you persisted.

Cad Bane was walking away, back to their ship. "Ah, Wraith." Bane half turns when he sees you.

Hardeen stands up, Skywalker falls limp and you swallow your terror.

You eyed Skywalker's lightsaber on the ground, and you drew it with no hesitation.

You stepped forward, stance ready to deflect shots, carefully shielding Skywalker away from their range.

"Skywalker, stand up," You say through gritted teeth.

Rako Hardeen studies you as if he was trying to figure out how you were igniting a saber for the Jedi.

Bane fires his blaster, allowing Hardeen to run back to their ship. You charged, but Bane's shots kept you from going any nearer.

"Why Kenobi?" You yelled to Hardeen, accepting the fact that you won't be able to pin him down just yet.

"Why did Dooku want Kenobi dead?" You insisted after Hardeen's silence.

Cad Bane sneers "Oh, you mistake it, Wraith."

Their ship's hatch was beginning to close. "Kenobi was an excess. The bounty was to kill you."

You felt your blood drain from your head, and your grip on the lightsaber loosen.

"But you're not worth the hunt anymore. Dooku has new priorities, so you're free to live another day."

The hatch closes and the ship zooms up, jumping to hyperspace.

Your knees buckle. You hadn't even considered the thought that Count Dooku would have sent someone to ensure your death. The small part of you that hoped it had been an attempt to rescue you wounds you. As if the initial betrayal didn't hurt, this made it feel even worse.

Skywalker sits up, and you feel yourself caving in. Your breaths become shallower and it felt like the ground was disappearing and you're falling with no end.

You remembered thinking the world ending not long ago. It has steadily been crumbling ever since.

When you turned to face Skywalker, he had an expression you couldn't decipher. Empathy, confusion, offering solace, he seems to be able to exhibit all.

You handed his lightsaber back. Looking away, as if you felt him see you so vulnerable.

Skywalker stands straight. The rage and wild instinct he had before vanishes, and you despised that he was looking at you with some sort of pity.

"Obi-Wan's alive." He states.

You tilted your chin at his claim.

"I thought I was imagining it then, but he's undercover as Hardeen."

You raised an eyebrow, half-convinced that he'd been so drowned in grief he was becoming deluded.

"And if he was, why would he not tell you?" You challenged his eyes to contradict you, but he looked away as if he too was only considering it. You know you could be gentler at his good news, you just can't find the heart to be more hopeful. You hoped the way he is doing now, and you're hollowed by the truth of it.

The bounty was to kill you.

"The ship crashed, we'll have to find a new one," You said.

Skywalker presses on the holo channel on his arm. The device emits a crackling sound. "There's no signal, We need to find reception."

You nod, it was getting dark anyway, so it'd be best to stay someplace else.

You soon found a small village nearby. Since the planet is Huttese territory, the streets are covered with a malaise you recognized. A sense of bracedness, it all felt too familiar. So, you kept walking close behind the Jedi.

"Here." Skywalker halts in his steps, finally gathering a reception.

You stopped to survey the surroundings, you were standing in front of a bar. Finally some good luck. You thought to yourself.

"Great," You expressed with a triumphant smile. A drink would dull the feelings you were having.

Skywalker's attention shifts to your enthusiasm and you see his lips pursed in annoyance as he follows you inside.

You sat at a bar stool, Skywalker next to you. You had no credits, but that problem will have to resolve itself later.

"Two please," You ordered to the bartender.

"Tempting, but no" Skywalker comments on the shots in front of you. He presses on the holo channel. Mace Windu had been dialing him to inform him that he shouldn't interfere with Obi-Wan's mission. He missed all six of them.

You suspected Saint Windu, always dogmatic, to have been the one to purposefully leave Skywalker in the dark. Dooku always commented on Windu's involvement with the Jedi Council's misguidedness. Dooku was not wrong in teaching you that

Skywalker's exterior becomes an expression of dissent. You tried putting yourself in his shoes. Wondering if being blatantly lied to by the Order you are guided by feels like a betrayal.

Did they not trust Anakin Skywalker?

Is he not supposed to be their chosen one?

You downed your drink. The bartender comes back to pour you another.

"I was under the impression that the Jedi Order worked as a collective." You delighted in the excess of boldness brought by your third shot.

"I did too," Skywalker answers plainly. "They won't be able to send Ahsoka til early tomorrow"

You sighed, after all that occurred, you wanted to rest. The Jedi Order would never run out of Padawans to deploy to come to rescue Skywalker. Perhaps, the Council did not want Anakin following undercover Obi-Wan again.

"You've scared them off, cheers to that." You raised your shot.

Skywalker's eyebrows furrowed "What's that supposed to mean?"

You took your drink, your cheeks beginning to warm from its effect. "Well, you have these— outbursts" You criticized. "You're too involved with your feelings, maybe they wanted to delay you"

Skywalker's expression hardens, you wanted to laugh at how obvious he was with how he was feeling.

"How can I not? They made me believe Obi-Wan was dead." Skywalker eyes the glass of alcohol, and you see him try to resist the urge.

You felt a tinge of guilt rush through you for judging Anakin Skywalker's turmoil. Anyone else who'd face the same betrayal he feels now would react in the same manner. You certainly would.

"Ever since your Council got involved with politics, they became too concerned with appearing righteous." You tried speaking more leniently. "They'd not want to appear as though they want to seek revenge for their dead. It'd make the Jedi look vindictive."

"It would be justice to avenge Obi-Wan." He doesn't hide the anger coating his voice.

"Yes," You agreed. His eyes pierce on yours.

"Unfortunately, they are too caught up with appearing... holy." You were having trouble trying to be eloquent in your buzzed state.

You saw him withdraw— as if he did not really disagree with your opinion. You noticed that this was becoming a pattern with him— there's a place in his mind he runs to.

Skywalker puts his drink to his lips and he grimaces at the taste. You chuckled at his expression. "What is drinking also forbidden?"

"Not entirely",

"But you don't?" You pried. Skywalker does not answer.

Perhaps the act of his drinking was an attempt to spite the Order he holds with utmost importance. If they can lie to him, he can do this.

The bartender comes back to refill both your drinks.

"You Jedi, holy, righteous saints," You thought out loud. "Honestly, your denial of emotions is the reason why you're so susceptible to giving into them...in extreme amounts"

"Yeah?" Skywalker turns to face you with eyes narrowed, locking into yours. Wanting to defend his beliefs. "And you're so sure your Sith manners are superior to our constraint?"

"I'm not a Sith" You cringed at the thought.

Skywalker's head retorts. "But you're Dooku's apprentice"

"Doesn't mean I'd give into that path."

"So you're not a Sith, what are you?"

You scoffed a breathless laugh, what are you? who are you really?

You got caught by his gaze. For a moment, you felt like you were willing to talk to Skywalker nakedly. To let him in. His eyes seemed inviting enough to let you vent out.

But you looked away.

"The same as you" That much you could say, an elusive comparison. You took a slower sip of your drink. "Perfectly crafted weapons, targeted at the right people."

Skywalker's expression softens. You thought, there was some sort of understanding he contemplated on. He, the peacekeeper reduced into a hound dog for the Republic, and you, the oppressed become a warrior leaving bloodshed.

You place your glass down, deciding you've had enough for the night. The alcohol was supposed to make you forget for a moment, but it just made you feel like you wanted to ball up and cry.

"You're right, you know," Skywalker says after a while. "I don't agree that we should keep repressing our emotions"

You wondered if he'd been able to say that out loud to any of his Jedi accomplices before.

"It's not evil to use it." You shrugged.

"You give in to it because it's reliable, it delivers you results. Anger is not supposed to be antagonized, it's your mind communicating how it feels it has been wronged. How you act on it is what matters. Anger is... corrosive, as much as it is helpful" You recognized your words as some of what Count Dooku has taught you. Lessons you lived by, lessons that made you an effective force wielder.

You sadly thought about the many ways these lessons are now tainted with resentment. Because all of it had been for nothing. All of it had been to serve your Master's interests, and he needed you to be his tool, his weapon.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Skywalker raising a hand for the bartender to refill his drink.

"Did Dooku teach you that?" Skywalker's eyes were hooded, the intoxication manifested in his eyes. Everything else seems perfectly controlled, and you find yourself growing jealous of that, because now, your cheeks are warm, hands held tightly into fists, heart beating rapidly.

"You forget, he was once a Jedi, he was proudest of his padawan, Qui Gon Jinn."

Skywalker looks down as if he is remembering too "He was the best of us,"

You're flooded with the many situations in which Dooku has made it clear you'd never be half as good as Qui Gon Jinn. "Indeed." You answered with a clipped voice.

"I think he realized the importance of acknowledging the presence of our emotions and how to act without being informed by it," Skywalker narrates. "It never meant much to me, I was too young to understand."

Then he smiles, but one out of a resignation. "I still don't know how to."

You mirrored his expression, surprised by the similarity you shared.

It's easier to imagine not giving in to rage when you're not nearly drowning in it. But it eats at your soul. It corrupts, and in the heat of the moment, it feels more cathartic to find a release by giving in to the destruction. At least, for you, your anger has always defined you. Why seek to control it when it is the only thing that can protect you? Maybe Qui Gon Jinn was really better than you, in that sense. Dooku has never really finished your training. He utilized the way you were an angry little thing.

"The answer must be in the attempt," You look up to Anakin.

It must have been the alcohol, but for one moment, you saw Anakin Skywalker smile with some sort of understanding.

The Bartender takes a long look before the both of you. "Your poisons not going to refill by itself 'ya know" He had a sour expression you wanted to laugh at. "Pay up, then I'll leave 'ya to 'yer business"

"Oh, right, my companion here was just telling me how we'll pay you up" You raised both your wrists to Skywalker, to make it painfully obvious that you won't be able to use the Force.

Skywalker's eyebrows knit when he realized what you were asking him to do.

"You don't also happen to have a spare room or two to stay for the night now, wouldn't you?" You quirked.

The Bartender eyes you both suspiciously. Skywalker sighs and raises his fingers, not taking his eyes off of you when he said "We're your guests and you'll give us a room to stay for the night."

You saw the idea sink to the Bartender, he nods and pours both your glasses. "Follow me." He smiles complacently.

"Thank you," You mouthed, taking your last shot and standing up to follow the bartender.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor," You crossed your arms as you stared at the singular bed in front of you.

Skywalker sighs almost imperceptibly. "Well, are you sure you don't have an other rooms left?" He turns to the Bartender who shakes his head profusely.

Skywalker's shoulder slumps, he walks towards the bed, tossing the pillow on the floor.

Skywalker shifts uncomfortably on the floor. "Good night." He mutters.

"Night," You answered, sitting at the edge of the bed.

You wanted to tell him he can take the bed. You knew you're not going to sleep. The small voice festering your mind was commanding you to stay awake, to not lay vulnerable in a room with Anakin Skywalker.

He swore never to hurt you.

You can't entirely reason out the voice that remained. You can't hint that some part of you is still scared.

Not when Kenobi is apparently alive. You were anticipating he'd bring it up. The very reason you were working with him is because he wanted to avenge his master.

You relied on his grief for mercy, without it, you're not quite sure if you mattered to him anymore.

Will he turn me in? Will I live the rest of my days rotting in Coruscant?

But he did not abandon you tonight. Not yet.

Maybe he was too wounded by what the Jedi Council did to him to decide what your future will be like. It was odd, how you were discovering so many layers to Anakin Skywalker. It hadn't been so long ago when he was just a face you encountered on the battlefields of the war. Now, he feels more... real, it's quite unsettling.

To realize that even a Jedi, who is supposed to live by being of service to others, can act according to his grief. To see the chosen one lied to by the Council that was supposed to be nourishing him. To see yourself in his conflict, his anger, and his suffering. To have the bed when he's supposed to be hating on you.

You thought, perhaps you were more similar than you want to admit. He listens to your philosophies. And you don't like how he looks at you like he thinks you're still worth saving.

You won't allow him to know you. It will be an open invitation for humiliation.

In the morning, you'll have to meet with your inevitable faith.

The initial buzz of the alcohol died and you're only left with your heavy heart.

It kept bringing you back to the truth that Count Dooku, the closest thing you could've called a father, sent bounty hunters to ensure your death.

You were lost. There's nothing left to lose.

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hugsandchaos · 8 months ago

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The Dannypocalypse

I don’t know how to photoshop yet, so this will be my first contribution to the Dannypocalypse instead! It’s unfortunately very short compared to my usual work. I think I did a good job despite it, though! Hope you enjoy!

Actual Summary: Warriors has what he believes to be the weirdest nightmare, Danny is confused.

Word count: 1,919

The first thing Warriors noticed waking up was the lack of the smell of cooking food. That, along with routinely having to get up almost before he even realized he was awake when he was captain, helped him push himself to wakefulness almost instinctively. He didn’t pay much attention to that small part of his mind still trying to put up a fight and get him to go back to sleep. It’s lost for years, and it won’t win this time. Although he felt a little bit heavier than usual. Warriors rubbed the gunk out of his eyes before stretching his arms above his head.

He slowly stood up and opened his eyes to see Wild, Wind, and Four huddled together with their backs facing him. Looking around, Warriors couldn’t see anyone else. The clearing they’d set up camp in was vacant aside from him, the three heroes, and the pot. The forest was also oddly quiet, and it was much later in the day. Maybe closer to lunch than breakfast. The realization made a part of his subconscious panic and think that any moment now, he’d be scolded badly, like back in training.

All these things were off and didn’t make much sense. How did he sleep in that late? Or not notice the others leaving? And if the fire was burning, why couldn’t he smell the smoke? He walked towards the three heroes who were probably looking at the ingredients that hadn’t been cooked yet. Maybe they were deciding what to actually cook. Interrupting was usually rude, but Warriors had to know.

“Hey, where are the others?” He asked. The three of them turned around to face him in unison, and to say that Warriors was startled by what he saw would be an understatement.

Where there should’ve been their faces, Danny’s face had replaced them. They all held the same expression, something akin to irritation or semi-controlled anger. Like the expression was asking “Did you really just do that?”. It was wrong. Very wrong. Not only their face, but also their hair was exactly like Danny’s. The unnatural sight was more scary to Warriors than it should’ve been. He’s felt true fear before, fear that erased everything else in his mind until there was nothing left except his internal voice screaming at him to run, and this was pretty close to it.

The sense of dread that came from seeing someone’s face on a person it didn’t belong to made him feel like he was frozen in place. His mind screamed at him to run, to get away from whatever was happening, but he couldn’t.

The three of them stood up. That was the push Warriors needed to finally move his legs and take a step back, then another. Another step back, and the three heroes took one towards him. Even though they weren’t holding any weapons or a shield, that was enough to make Warriors finally turn his heel and break out into a sprint in the opposite direction. Not towards any specific destination, just away from whatever he’d just seen.

Why did they have the new kid’s face?! How did that happen?! It hadn’t even looked like some mask, it was like their very heads were replaced as soon as they turned around. Where was the original? Where were the others? Maybe they knew something.

The worst thing was even though the captain was going as fast as he could, he felt like he was going at a snail’s pace, and it was terrifying. One glance behind him showed the three abominations running after him, still bearing the same expression. The forest seemed to go on for quite a while before he broke out into a large field he remembered passing through with everyone earlier. Standing by a tree in the shade were the silhouettes of three people.

Warriors could see the outlines standing out against the sunlight covered grass behind them, but for some reason, he couldn’t make out who they actually were. One of the shapes looked like Sky with the cape, but the other two were more difficult. Regardless, he sprinted towards them.

“Hey! Sky?! Is that you?!” Warriors asked, sounding more panicked than he would’ve liked, but he felt like he couldn’t help it. The three of them stepped into the light. Sky, Legend, and Hyrule all had Danny’s face and hair instead of their own.”No, it’s not!” Warriors said, answering his own question. He turned to the left and bolted across the plains, still feeling as if he was moving incredibly slow. It was like he was watching everything ahead inch closer through glass goggles.

Still, seeing his friends’ faces replaced with the new kid’s face was unnaturally horrifying, especially when they’re chasing him without opening their mouths to take steady breaths so they could keep going while Warriors feels like he’s suddenly running low on breath. It only got worse when he suddenly found himself re-entering the forest and running along a skinny dirt path. That wasn’t the bad part, though. The bad part was Time sitting on a small boulder to the right of the path. Just like the other six, he too wore Danny’s face.

“Shit!!” Warriors exclaimed as he ran past. Time watched him pass by before Warriors heard the sound of heavy armor starting to move, and he knew that he was about to chase him as well. It only fueled Warriors’ fear even further, pushing him to run past his limits, and that’s just what he did.

The dirt path led him to a spirit spring like the one in Kakiriko village, surrounded by very tall rocky walls consisting of red and orange colors. On the other side, the water turned to grass to support a fence. A fence encasing several Ordonian goats like in Twilight’s drawings along with Twilight himself, petting the goats like there was nothing wrong.

Warriors had his doubts about him being okay and not having Danny’s face, but he had to try. He must know what was going on!

The water splashed loudly as Warriors ran into the shallow lake. Soon, seven pairs followed behind him. The way the water turned from a clear liquid into solid green grass as he grew closer was definitely abnormal. There should be at least sand between them!

He lunged over the fence when he grew close enough, ducking into a roll and standing up quickly.“Twilight! Thank goodness!” Warriors exclaimed. He started to slow down a little as he grew closer to the ranch hand.”Listen, there’s something—“ He stopped talking when Twilight turned around to reveal that he also had Danny’s face instead of his own. Warriors immediately started running again somewhere to the right, and Twilight’s footsteps following behind him never sounded so scary.

He jumped over the fence on the other side of the plain and kept running now on solid ground as fast as his legs could go, and he even did all he could to push them past that. The way the rocky canyon surrounding the spring opened up on the other side to reveal more open space and green grass didn’t make sense. How was he back on the plains?

He’d seen the map had Twilight shown them of his Hyrule, but trying to reach into his memories and get a clear image of it was very difficult. He was running blindly through a world he wasn’t familiar with, and it was one of the worst positions to be in. Warriors continued running through the forest until he spotted a castle in the distance.

Yes! The castle town! He was sure he’d find help there from the guards!

Warriors kept going as fast as he could, fast enough to make part of him tell him to slow down or he’d trip and hit the ground that was slowly becoming white bricks, but he refused to listen. Especially when that small part of him was outvoted by the rest of him. He ran over a wooden bridge going over a river and past the open, unguarded entrance. Once he was inside and saw the crowd, his eyes widened in horror. He forced himself to stop so suddenly that he almost fell.

Every single person, young and old, tall and short, wore Danny’s face. And they were looking right at him.

Warriors turned around to try to get out and get somewhere else, but he stopped when he saw his friends right at the entrance he’d passed mere seconds ago. They formed a wall and blocked him from leaving.

How did they get there so fast?!

The captain frantically looked around. The crowd was slowly closing in on him, but it felt like he only had seconds to do something or some terrible fate would claim him as its next victim. No matter where he turned, the weird Danny-faced-not-Dannys would be blocking any exit. He didn’t want to do this, but seeing no other option, Warriors tried to reach back for his sword. But his hand clasped over thin air. He turned around. He’d forgotten it back at the camp.

Before he could turn back to look ahead, a hand grabbed at his left shoulder.

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Warriors startled awake and inhaled sharply as he sat up. For a while, the world was concealed by several black, fuzzy looking dots, but those soon faded away to allow room for what was actually in front of him. At the same time, he became dizzy when he sat up too fast, so he didn’t process whatever was said to him or even notice it until it was repeated.

“Are you okay?” A voice asked.

Warriors quickly turned to see Twilight knelt down next to him. Warriors felt swarmed with relief when he saw that he had his normal face again, black marking and all. He couldn’t help but breathe out a small sigh as the tension from expecting to see Danny’s face unnaturally plastered on the ranch hand’s head again vanished. He never thought he’d be so happy to see someone wearing a face that was their own.

It was then that Warriors registered the hand on his left shoulder. It was all a dream.

Twilight looked worried as he anticipated an answer.

Warriors took a moment to look around the campsite, just to be sure. Sure enough, everyone had their normal faces. Time, Wind, Wild, Hyrule, Legend, Four, all of them. They were already awake and talking while Wild worked on breakfast. Warriors lifted his arm and put his head in his hand. Twilight still had his hand on his shoulders to try to comfort him.“I think I just had the weirdest nightmare of my life.” Warriors admitted, half muttering it in slight disbelief.

Even though he wasn’t in actual danger in the dream and he was awake now, the fear for his life still lingered in the back of his mind. None of Danny-look-alikes had really threatened him, but the way they kept following him and eventually had him surrounded with the only way out seeming to be with his sword was terrifying.

“Really? What was it about?”

Warriors practically jumped out of his seat and turned to look at Danny. The only one with his face, the way it should be. The hoard of Danny’s flashed in Warrior’s mind as he stared at the teen now with slight distrust.”I’ve got my eye on you.” Warriors said, before he even realized it. Danny, the real one, just looked at him confused.

Bonus:

Danny: *glancing between the other Links, then back at Warriors, utterly confused* What did I do???

(I hardly ever write dreams, but I remember some of mine pretty often, so I tried using some of the themes I’d encounter along with some tips I looked up. Obviously, I used the whole “somehow running very slowly” thing, and since Warriors wasn’t familiar with Twilight’s world yet, and dreams are often mixtures of reality, memories, and imagination, I didn’t think I had to make sure the story went along with the map. I also tried to find some middle ground between not being very descriptive and not giving any description of the dream surroundings.)

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dannypocalypse #Dannypocalypse 2024 #you’re not safe Warriors #linked universe #linked universe warriors #linked universe time #linked universe wild #linked universe wind #linked universe four #linked universe twilight #linked universe legend #linked universe sky

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lizcameron · 1 year ago

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Mr. Maybank | Part One

Pairing: Teacher!JJ x Fem!Teacher!Reader

Summary: The new long-term sub down the hall takes an interest in you. The longer you spend in his presence, the more you begin to realize he’s anything but a sub.

Word Count: 1506 Warning(s): hinting at Dom!JJ and innocence kink, angst, mentions of intercourse

You were writing the day’s learning objectives on the whiteboard at the front of your classroom when you heard footsteps entering your room.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I think I have the wrong class,” a voice said.

You peered up in the direction of the door and spotted a man in a sport jacket and wide-rim glasses looking down at a sheet of paper.

“I’m looking for Mrs. Pickett’s class,” the man continued. He was tall with broad shoulders and dark blonde hair that brushed the top of his coat collar at the nape of his neck. His shirt was just fitting enough that his pectoral muscles pressed against the pale blue fabric. A strong jaw outlined his face, and icy blue eyes peered up at you over the rim of his glasses.

Your mouth hung open slightly as your mind went blank for a moment. When you noticed the awkward silence, you quickly blinked the daze out of your eyes.

“Uh- It’s- uh 2 doors down,” you managed to get out.

He gave you a polite nod, the corners of his mouth curling up into a smug smile.

What on earth was that? Had you forgotten how to speak? You shook the fog out of your head and resumed your task, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks.

As soon as you dropped your students off with the cafeteria monitors, you headed straight for the teachers’ lounge for a coffee refill. All morning your mind kept drifting to images of muscles straining against button-down shirts and perfect teeth bared in a handsome smile. You must not have gotten quality rest because you found it incredibly difficult to focus.

Upon entering the lounge, your eyes went wide when you saw the man from earlier that morning standing at the counter, pouring his own cup of coffee. You approached the counter, avoiding looking up at him while you waited silently for him to finish pouring. He held the coffee pot out to you without a word, and you took it gingerly.

“Thank you,” you said sweetly.

“So you’re Mrs. Y/l/n? I’ve heard of you, the teacher who can get through to even the toughest kid. Impressive,” he admired.

“Miss, actually - I‘m not married. And it’s not anything special, I just recognize that every child craves connection. Some of them just show it differently,” you remark, deflecting the compliment.

“You know, not many teachers care enough to cultivate a connection. The fact that you do with every student is very special,” he tributed, ducking his head to catch your downcast eyes. Who had this guy spoken to to know so much about your relationships with your students?

“Well thank you, Mr. Maybank,” you say with a glance at the badge on his lanyard. He was a substitute, but his ID indicated that his regular campus was the middle school. What was he doing at the elementary school?

The man’s gaze heated at your formal address. “You can call me JJ outside of my room,” he said, his voice low and deep. There was a flash of something you couldn’t quite place in his eyes.

Your cheeks and chest heated under his watchful eye. “Oh… um, Y/n,” you replied, offering your own name.

You stepped closer to place the coffee pot back on the warmer. JJ stepped back, grabbing your waist to move around you. You gasped quietly. Focused only on the feel of his hands, you hardly noticed the brush of something else against the back of your dress as he left you.

Your computer pinged, signaling a new email as you waved goodbye to the last student after the final bell. You strode over to your desk, sitting down to clear your inbox before you left for the day. There at the top of the list was an email from JJ.

Join me for dinner. 7 PM at Miller’s.

You walked down the sidewalk that led up to the entrance of Miller’s Restaurant. It was a casual seafood restaurant just two blocks from your house, so you’d been there a few times. The food was good and the atmosphere nice, but you didn’t much favor eating out. You’d much rather cook an easy dinner and curl up in the comfort of your living room than brave the crowds of tourists at a beachfront seafood restaurant.

You’d warred with yourself over the decision to meet JJ for dinner. You weren’t often the subject of male attention, and you preferred it that way, favoring the company of children during the day and peaceful solitude at night. In the end you’d decided to throw on a solid, navy, knee-length dress. Your hair was half-down, the top tied behind your head by a thin ribbon. You’d elected to wear white sneakers since you were walking the short distance from your home to the restaurant.

As you approached the host’s stand, you scanned the tables for JJ. When you didn’t see him, you looked up at the host and smiled. “I’m meeting a JJ,” you proffered.

The host looked just over your shoulder and nodded. “Just in time - your table is ready,” he beamed.

You looked behind you to see JJ strolling in, dressed in the same clothes he wore to school, having shed the coat and unlooped the top few buttons of his shirt. He flashed an approving grin at you as he approached.

“After you,” he conceded. You turned and followed the host to your table. When you felt an unexpected hand settle on the small of your back, a blush crept up your cheeks. You were directed to a booth in the back corner of the restaurant where JJ motioned for you to slide in first. You obliged, and JJ scooted in beside you. A passing waiter took your drink order before leaving the two of you alone in each other’s company.

“I was surprised by this invitation,” you blurted. “I’ve hardly spoken two words to you. How could you possibly find me interesting enough to ask me to dinner?”

“What can I say? ” JJ replied. “I wanted a chance to hear you speak more than two words. Do you not want to be here?” he poised, angling his body toward yours. When his thigh brushed against yours, you tensed nervously.

“No, I- uh. Yes, I do. I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m just not used to-,” you pause, searching for the words. “I’m a little rusty. I haven’t been out with another adult in a long time,” you admit, cheeks turning pink.

JJ’s eyes flashed and he clenched a fist on his leg. “What do you mean you haven’t been out with another adult?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.

“I keep t-to mys-self mostly, outside the company of my students,” you stammered.

“You’re telling me you don’t see friends? Haven’t been on a date?” JJ spat the last word, making you flinch. His jaw was clenched, and you couldn’t think of what you had done to make him suddenly so angry. This was already turning out to be something you regretted.

You inhale deeply before responding, attempting to squelch the tears that threatened to well up at the rudeness of this man who didn’t even know you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, but no. I haven’t made many friends since moving here, and I haven’t been on a date in-,” you pause, mentally counting the time since your first boyfriend brutally broke your heart in college. “Five years - since my sophomore year.”

JJ clamped his eyes shut and drew in a ragged breath before fixing his intense stare on you. “I take it that also means you haven’t been touched by a man in five years,” he snarled.

Your eyes blazed with indignation. “You are unbelievably ill-mannered, Mr. Maybank. I will not subject myself to another minute of your disrespectful questioning,” you grated through clenched teeth, feeling uncharacteristically brazen at the man’s impertinence.

Just as you slammed your hands on the table to push yourself up and leave, a hand clamped down on your thigh, forcing you back down. You blanched and snapped your eyes to JJ, who bit his lips between his teeth before licking them.

“I thought I could make it at least through drinks with you,” JJ strained, making you want to shove his hands off of you and storm out of the restaurant. His rigid hand on your leg hitched further up your thigh as he continued. “But you’re just so, so good,” he cursed. “And it makes me want to do very bad things to you.”

Your lips part slightly, and your legs press together. JJ growled as he gripped your hand, yanking you along behind him. He snatched up a glass of brown liquor from the bar, throwing it down his throat and slamming it back down as he passed.

“Let’s go, sweetheart, before I take you right here on this bar.”

Well that escalated quickly. I was clearly craving something as I wrote this. This fic started out as an innocent, boy-next-door-esque piece before it morphed into something darker. An unfinished, fluffy Teacher!JJ piece still sits in my Google Docs waiting to be finished…

Please leave allllll the feedback. It’s been a long time since I’ve written creatively, so any analysis is helpful and much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

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xenophilderdragon · 7 months ago

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Rule #34 Hawks x f!reader NSFW

Rule #34 by Fish in a Birdcage has been infecting me since it came out. It’s so good. It lives in my head rent free so this was inevitable. I went a little harder than I thought I would whoops. Not proofread. Baby’s first smut lmao.

But seriously its such a good song give it a listen

18+ Minors Dni!

Tags: hawksxf!reader, established connection, light bondage, oral m! Receiving, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, Keigo moans like a slut, porn with unimportant plot, choking, inappropriate quirk use, thigh riding, dacryphilia, please I’m just so down bad for this man

I have you strung, strung in my web…

I should have seen my capture coming. It was bound to happen anyways. No matter how careful I was, no matter how many things I got away with, no matter how long I evaded capture, he would always find me.

There was a smug grin on my face as I vaulted over the edge of the wall, leaving a crowd of frustrated cops in my wake. I stuck to rooftops after that, watching with unabashed delight as their little flashing lights zoomed in the complete wrong direction. I roll my eyes and take a seat on the edge of the building, legs swinging like a kid on an amusement park ride. My bag makes a satisfying clink when it hits the hard concrete of the rooftop, and I catch a sideways glimpse of the glittering jewels I was being so poorly pursued for. Another cop car zooms past, still in the wrong direction and I let out a disapproving tsk.

“All that funding and they can’t catch a simple cat burglar…”

“Is that what you are now?”

I don’t fully have time to react until I’m pinned down by his feathers, knocked into the center of the roof so hard the wind leaves my lungs. Fear floods my system and paralyzes me. I know him too well to think I could get out of this unscathed. He stands over me, his eyes enraged slits outlined in that annoyingly breathtaking gold. His wings flap once, twice, as he stares down at me before they settle down and fold neatly behind his back. I shoot him an angry glare, gathering as much spit in my mouth as I can for when he inevitably gets closer to me. He’s never missed an opportunity to gloat.

But Keigo knew me just as well.

In a dizzying flash of red and gold, he’s crouched on top of me, pupils flickering back and forth in size as he studies my face, reading my intentions clear as day. His gloved hand clutches my jaw, tilting my head back until I’m sputtering, choking on my own spit. I flush with irritated embarrassment as I sputter and fight for air. He seems to take delight in this, because even when he steps off of me, his feathers keep my head tilted back, neck exposed to the cold.

A candle burning slowly by the bed…

His bed is soft in the way only stupid amounts of money could buy. Definitely a pillow top mattress, definitely hiding an ungodly amount of blankets under that thick, puffy comforter, and definitely has an egregious amount of pillows touched against the headboard. I bounced as I hit it, my entire body tense, expecting my skin to scrape against the concrete of a holding cell. I try to get a feel for my surroundings, but I quickly realize I’m blindfolded. However, when I feel the soft touch of his feathers against my cheeks, the blindfold comes undone. I should have expected to be taken to a police station, a jail cell, an interrogation room. Anything but this.

There were scented candles–something with sandalwood, his favorite–burning in the corners of the room. I could tell he didn’t use them often. They were tunneling, indicating he didn’t have the time or patience to have respect for proper candle rules. The windows were sealed tight, and I heard the bedroom door click closed softly. The smell quickly became too much. It was nearly suffocating. The candles were the only source of light in the room, and I strained to properly see Keigo in the dancing flames. He stood near the foot of the bed, arms folded. I could hear the soft tap tap tap of his foot in time with the rustling of his wings as I settled my eyes on him. I couldn’t see his face in the dim lights from the flames dancing across the room, but I knew he was more than likely pissed.

Not pissed enough to follow proper protocol this time, it seems.

Shadows tangle like a vine, crawling up the posts within our shrine…

He’s holding something in his hand, something braided and shiny. Rope. I realize too late that I’ve been unrestrained this entire time and could have made an effort to escape, no matter how futile. I crabwalk myself backwards on the bed until my back is flush with the headboard.

“Hands behind your back, Dove,” He orders, using that stupid nickname he gave me years ago. When I don’t immediately do as he says, he leans forward, resting his hands next to my ankles. He has a stern look in his darkened eyes.

“Hands behind your back.” He repeats, his tone making it clear it wasn’t a request. When I once again ignore his wishes, he grabs a fistful of my hair, gripping hard enough to make me whimper. He leans in close enough for me to feel his breath against my neck as he nearly growls out, “If you want so badly to be a criminal, you might as well get used to hearing this. Now, hands behind your back.”

Right now you’re mine, all mine, give in, you’re mine, all mine…

“I should really turn you in, you know. Put your thieving hands in cuffs and drop you at the nearest police station.” Keigo says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. My hands were pinned almost painfully behind my back, ropes weaving between them, up my arms, and looping around my shoulders to ensure no movement. His fist was wrapped around another length rope as he tugged the makeshift collar around my throat, yanking me off balance and headfirst into the annoyingly plush bed. The position of my arms forces me to unintentionally arch my back and Keigo chuckles darkly. The sight seems to put him in a pleasant mood. “But something about seeing you here, wrapped in silk for me, makes me want to bend the rules a little bit. Maybe you’re a bad influence on me, Dove. Making me want to be selfish like this. Making me want to forget I’m a hero for the night and make you beg for mercy. But a slut like you would like that, right? That’s why you always let me catch you, right?”

I don’t know how it happened, really. This game of ours. We both started out on the path to becoming heroes, but something broke in me years ago that pushed me off. While Keigo became a hero, praised and revered, I slid into obscurity, until one day, on a whim, I decided to turn to petty theft. I didn’t plan on doing this for long, nor did I plan on being targeted by the number two hero. However, after that first capture, where Keigo granted me mercy from the arm of the law in a moment of weakness, my small instances of theft quickly became grand heists.

He caught me every time.

“Now are you going to behave?” Keigo asks me, gently placing his hand–now ungloved–under my chin and forcing me to look at him. I give him a look that puts a pleased smile on his face.

I love that you shake when I ravage your skin

No matter how much he pissed me off, I couldn’t deny that Keigo was a specimen. The man is gorgeous, like a statue of a Greek god carved out of marble and the finest gold, brought to life by the touch of Aphrodite herself, and dipped in the finest golden honey. There was even a magazine article where they did that to him, once. Painted him in body glitter that shone like his eyes and dripped honey on his chest. I don’t think anyone knew or even cared what he was modeling for, or if he was even selling something to begin with. They just enjoyed the view.

I teased him incessantly about that modeling gig, much to his dismay. What made it funnier is that the company wasn’t even selling honey. It was a fragrance ad for some sickly sweet cologne that Keigo absolutely hated. I’m sure if I looked around, I’d find a case of the freebies he got from them for doing the ad. He complained for hours about how long it took him to preen his wings after that ad, he never liked to preen himself in public, and flying home with sticky wings invited all sorts of dirt and grime to make itself at home in those crimson appendages.

And if his body wasn’t drool inducing enough, his wings were definitely the cherry on top. Right now, they were smaller than full length, indicating a particularly difficult patrol earlier today. But even so, they were a sight to behold. The deep red of his soft wings contrasted so nicely with every inch of him: his hair that was the color of rolling wheat, his eyes that were pools of liquid gold, his scarred, calloused hands, the khaki of his hero uniform, the black of his bodysuit. He was infuriatingly attractive.

He released his hand on my chin and watched me, far from gracefully, settle back into a sitting position. He’s still in his hero uniform, minus the coat, gloves, and goggles, so every one of his movements had his muscles rippling underneath that skin-tight bodysuit of his. His baggy pants were undone, hanging low on his hips, showing his clearly defined v-line. The pattern of his bodysuit even drew more attention to it, however unintentionally.

It was so slutty. He knew that. I told him that years ago.

“Enjoying the view, Dove?” He coos, drawing my attention away from the barely concealed bulge peeking out of his pants and up to his face, where a cocky smirk rests on his lips. I was torn between the urge to smack him and to kiss him.

“You look like a slut, Keigo.” I mutter, casting my eyes away from him. In response to my words, a small flurry of feathers float around me, barely ghosting around the most sensitive parts of my skin. I shiver at the barely-there touches, to which Keigo lets out a low chuckle. His feathers slide under my clothes, tweaking my nipples and rolling against my clit. I let out a breathy gasp, tilting my head back in bliss. The soft touches of his feathers only serve to distract me from sharper ones cutting away my clothing, leaving behind my unfortunate choice of panties. I only notice when I hear the clatter of his belt on the floor. I don’t shiver from the cold, Keigo keeps his room at a pleasant temperature at all times. I shiver as a feather trails up my neck, watching him stalk closer to me like I’m his prey. He cages me in with his body and places a gentle kiss to the curve of my throat before nipping his way up to the soft skin behind my ear.

“Not anymore than you do, whimpering like that, when I haven’t even laid a finger on you.”

It’s so easy to bite with your hands pinned

My hands clench and unclench in their restraints as Keigo continues to draw needy moans and whimpers out of my throat. His hands are greedy, unable to decide which one wants to fondle my breast and which wants to grab at the rest of me. All but one of his feathers return to his back, leaving one to continue its work against my clit. I fight the urge to squirm, feeling like his feather was not enough. I won’t give him the satisfaction of giving in this early.

“Maybe I should mark you up this time, hmm?” He whispers against my skin, nipping lightly at my collarbone. “Make you go to whatever day job you have covered in hickeys, knowing you could never explain them to your coworkers.” I mewl out at his words, earning an amused chuckle from him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, needy whore? You want people to know you got absolutely ravaged, knowing you can’t tell anyone about it? Who would believe you, anyways? You’re just a petty thief. Who would believe you got fucked by the number two hero instead of spending the night in a jail cell?”

To illustrate his point, he sucks roughly on the skin directly under my jaw, being as messy and over the top as possible. His drool drips down my neck and I’m sure he’s leaving a massive bruise that won’t go away for at least a week.

“Do you think that’ll keep you out of crime for a while? Having to struggle to hide the evidence for as long as my hickeys last? You know better than I do how long the evidence sticks around, considering I only ever see you when you’re acting like a brat.”

Shadows dancing on the sheets

One of the candles burned out during his mission to cover my neck in bruises. I had to strain to see him, if at all. Even as my eyes became hazy and unfocused, I tried to watch his movements, trying to predict what awaited me. The candles weren’t enough of a light source to catch anything but a shadowy glimpse of his skin right before he touched me, leaving no time to brace myself for the onslaught of sensation he brought upon me. My throat was sore from both his mouth and my moaning and my core was aching with a desperate need for relief. Keigo removes his feather from its temporary home inside my panties and whistles softly at the state he’s left me in. I’m panting softly, still kneeled in front of him on the bed–I can’t lay back comfortably with the way my arms are bound. My breaths are heavy and I can smell my own arousal as wetness pools in my panties. He usually taunts me about just how quickly he can get me this hot and bothered, but instead, as he swipes two fingers over my covered slit, he lets out a low growl. When he brings his fingers back up to eye level, I can just barely make out the shininess of my own juices.

“Open up, Dove.” He gently urges, despite shoving the two fingers in my mouth anyways. Instinctively, my tongue wraps around them, much to the delight of the man in front of me. I’m painfully aware of just how much of my own fluids he managed to gather just from his relentless teasing. His eyes drift back down to my spread legs as his other hand squeezes the flesh of my thigh. I notice his eyes dilate for a moment before they flick back up to my face, still stuffed with his fingers, messily drooling down my chin. A devilish smirk crosses his face.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you picked these pretty panties out just for me…”

He spent an embarrassingly long time teasing me with that feather of his before he noticed my panties were practically an exact color match to his wings. They were tastefully bordered with lace, and if he wasn’t the one approving all of his official merch, he would be sure that they were. When he pointed it out, I was quick to try and justify my choice. It was laundry day after all, they were all I had left this morning. However, he wasn’t hearing any of it, flipping me face down into the mattress, gently kneading the curve of my ass.

I hear him groan out when he watches them disappear into the crack of my ass.

“Shit, Dove, you sure these things even fit you properly? They ain’t covering a damn thing.”

Another candle flickered out.

If you obey, I might give you a treat.

“Oh, c’mon, Dove. You said you wanted more. I can’t just give in to you, you know? That’s only for good girls. You’ve been running around the city, committing crimes, making my job harder. I’m taking quite a risk you know, letting you go every time like this. I could lose my license if I get caught giving you special treatment.” He trails his hands down my sides to settle them on my waist, “the least you could do is what I ask. Pretty please, Dove?”

He says it with an adorable whine, like he’s the one begging, even though we both know it isn’t a request. He spent an overly indulgent amount of time tugging on the waistband of my panties, watching with delight as I squirmed and whined out in protest. It wasn’t enough.

Those golden eyes stayed locked onto me as all manner of obscenities left those perfect lips of his.

When he had finally had enough of listening to me whine and beg for more, he lifted me up and slid to the edge of the bed, placing me on his thigh with a dark chuckle. His hands remained on my thighs, looping a few fingers on either side of the waistband of my panties, tugging just enough to make me moan. My balance was nearly impossible to keep like this, the awkward angle of my bound arms had me all but sliding off of him. Keigo, with a shit eating grin, digs his fingers into my hips hard enough to bruise and places another chaste kiss to a sensitive spot on my neck.

“Ride my thigh and keep begging me for more. Maybe then I’ll give you what you want.”

Right now you’re mine, all mine. Give in, you’re mine, all mine…

“Keigo, please! Ngh!” I moan out, my hips rocking back and forth against his thigh. My eyes were hazy, glossed over with lust, as I clenched around nothing. All of my pride has been thrown out of the window, lost completely in my desire for more. Keigo clicked his tongue and swiped a thumb over the trail of drool on my chin.

“Use your words, Dove. You’re a big girl, you can handle getting out a full sentence, can’t you? Or are you too drunk on pleasure from just riding my thigh already?”

This is what he loved the most about our dynamic. Watching me break down for him and only him, knowing he was the only thing standing between me and complete satisfaction. Whether either of us admit it or not, he knows he’s good at what he does. He knows that, no matter what, I’ll always keep coming back for more. No matter how he taunts me, how he wrecks me, how he leaves me limping the next morning.

I was as addicted to him as he was to me.

“Keigo please! I wanna cum! Please make me cum! It’s not enough!” I moan out, tears forming in my eyes.

“Oh how can I say no when you cry so pretty for me, Dove?”

Hope blossoms in my chest when he readjusts his grip to lift me off of his thigh. I try to ignore the sheer amount of my own arousal coating it and even more so the thin trail connecting me to him. He drops me onto the floor like I weigh nothing, and my knees hit the hardwood floor almost painfully.

“If you want to cum so badly, you need to work for it.”

You look so good, there on your knees

Keigo gently cradles my face and coos softly, squeezing my cheeks with one hand. His other hand strokes his hardened cock, already slick with precum.

“So pretty for me, aren’t you? Always been so pretty f’me, no matter how much you glare at me, no matter how much you pretend you don’t like the attention I give you.” He gently nudges his cock against my lips, and I, in a final bout of rebellion, press my lips together, unintentionally letting myself taste his own arousal on my tongue. Keigo growls softly, his golden eyes narrowing in disappointment.

“I’d suggest you wet this cock any way you can while you still can. Naughty whores like you don’t get prep.” He wraps a hand around my throat, not squeezing, but the warmth of his hand is warning enough, “But considering how much you’ve been squirming like a bitch in heat, I doubt you even need it.”

I stare at his hardened cock in front of my face, ignoring the drool pooling in my mouth. I lick my lips and note with delight how it twitches.

Keigo’s cock was always so pretty.

The first time I saw it, I could feel myself drooling. Never have I gotten the urge to put something in my mouth so quickly before. He kept himself well groomed, the smell of his soap hitting my nose as I noticed his dark blonde hairs trimmed neatly. The pink tip was now flushed an angry red and precum dripped down the thick shaft, running parallel to one of the thick veins that I knew felt amazing inside my cunt. He pressed the tip against my lips once more and I parted them, knowing better than to make him repeat himself.

Keigo’s throat fuckings were brutal enough as they were.

He takes a hold of the back of my head and wastes no time in pressing deeper into my mouth. I let my jaw go slack as I gag on his cock, tears already forming in my eyes at the strain.

“Oh, don’t start that now, Dove. You’re only halfway there and I know you can take me better than that.” he laughs darkly and fists my hair, pressing even further down my throat. Despite his teasing words, he works himself into my throat slowly, cursing under his breath at every little groan and whimper I let out in response. He’s gentle and deliberate until my nose presses into the soft tuft of hair on his pelvis. He tosses his head back and bucks his hips slightly, causing me to choke and sputter on his length, trying to swallow the rapidly accumulating drool in my mouth.

“Fuuuck, Dove. Just like that.”

He roughly pulls me back off and I gasp for air before he’s shoving me back down again, my tongue lolling out. He runs a quick hand though his own hair before moving it back down to join his other on my head. Keigo proceeds to thrust himself into my mouth, using his hands to keep me in place. Drool drips down my chin onto my clenched together thighs, and I do everything I can possibly think of for any kind of stimulation. Keigo’s filthy mouth runs nonstop–the man never shuts up–unable to decide between praise and degradation as he fucks my throat like its a toy.

It’s disrespectful, it’s filthy, it’s overwhelming, and it’s flooding my brain with so much arousal I desperately want to reach a hand down and rub my aching clit.

“Such a dirty slut, getting off on sucking dick. Fuck, don’t think I can’t hear those little moans you’re letting out. Don’t think I don’t see the way you’re squirming. You enjoy this, don’t you? Can’t punish such a–oh my god just like that– hungry cockwhore like you with anything can I?” He groans out, his head tossed back in pleasure. His relentless thrusts stutter for a moment before he slows down, sliding me off of him with a wet pop. He turns my head up to face him, and I feel myself clench at the sight of him. His lips were flushed from what I can only assume is from biting them, and his muscular chest heaved with every breath. His eyes were as wild as his hair and practically glowing with need. He looked absolutely feral.

“You wanna cum, right? Well you know by now there’s only one place you’re allowed to.”

Such a good girl knows how to please

“You were always such a good girl weren’t you? Used to be, at least. Now the only way you can behave is speared on my dick.” He croons, his voice wavering as he sinks himself into me fully. He didn’t give me the opportunity to adjust, and I whined at the stretch. My hands clenched around nothing, a mind-numbing combination of pain and pleasure flooding my mind. This was what I needed. This was what I craved.

“That pussy takes me in so well. So warm, so tight, so perfect–fuck!”

Keigo was always vocal. That was just a delightful truth about him. No matter how much he tried to be the hardass hero, he whined like a bitch in heat, even on top. The man never shuts his pretty little mouth, either.

“Shit, Dove. Every time I’m in this pussy I wish I could just fuck you for days on end. Too bad you choose to be a criminal. I could’ve given you a job at my agency. Bent you over and had you for lunch.”

Keigo presses his hand into my shoulder blades, forcing me down even further, arching me against him so he kisses the tip of my cervix with every thrust. I let out a muffled scream, tilting my head up for a moment so I can breathe. He really had an ungodly amount of pillows. Each thrust had me seeing stars and grasping at the air behind me, desperate to hold onto anything for stability. The way my arms were tied behind me had me whimpering and biting into the pillows, desperate to feel grounded. Keigo laughed darkly and sent a feather to dance along the skin of my hands as they clawed for purchase onto anything. I feel the coil in my core tighten almost painfully, and start to squirm around, my orgasm building faster than I can handle.

“Oh, don’t run from me now. You didn’t run when you had the chance. C’mon, Dove, you were doing so good for me earlier, what happened?” He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes just enough to restrict my airflow, his thrusts only increasing in speed, “gonna cum for me pretty girl?”

Look at me, Look me in the eyes

My eyes are bleary, and I know I have an absolutely fucked-out expression on my face. Whether or not he can see it, he knows it too.

Keigo digs his fingers into the fat of my hips, groaning something out about ‘handlebars’ that I can’t quite hear over the sounds of my own moans. His pace is brutal, and despite the lack of prep, the wet sounds of my arousal echo through the room with his whorish moans.

“Fuck Dove, I hate to have to pull you out of trouble like this but I can’t say I don’t enjoy making you pay for it.” He says,

It always ends like this. I commit a crime, Keigo captures me, I end up in his bed, taking every inch of his perfect cock while he babbles incessantly about how good it is.

But the familiar smack of the headboard is noticeably missing.

“Notice something different, Dove?” Keigo licks around the shell of my ear as he speaks, not even bothering to quiet his loud grunts and groans. “Got a little something special, just for you. I know how much you love when I ravage you, don’t you, little slut? But I can’t be fucking holes in the wall from my headboard hitting it every time you want to act out, right?” He punctuates his words by slowing down his thrusts, instead roughly rolling his hips against mine, remaining bottomed out. I whine out, feeling like I’m being dangled over the precipice of an orgasm. Keigo takes a distinct pleasure in this, leaning over to press his chest to my back, pressing gentle kisses against my spine. I mewl out again, arching my back to press even harder against him.

“A needy little whore like you needs to be fucked nice and good, yeah?” He coos, roughly grabbing my chin, forcing my face out of the mountain of pillows on his bed. I’m drooling and crying from the pleasure, a fact that doesn’t go unappreciated by Keigo.

“Can’t fuck you hard enough with this headboard slamming into the wall, can I? Is that why you keep acting out like this? Not getting fucked hard enough?” Keigo emphasizes his point with a sharp thrust, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, “good thing I stumbled across these handy little devices. They’re meant for earthquakes, you know? Should be enough to keep me from fucking another hole in the wall, right? You can’t possibly need it harder than this right?”

Before I can fully comprehend his point, his thrusts resume again, brutal as ever. I shoot him a delirious, cloudy eyed stare, only interrupted by a particularly deep roll of his hips, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. Keigo switches his grip, grabbing at my still-bound arms and yanking me back towards him, arching my back almost painfully.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like that.” He groans out, resuming his harsh thrusts, but keeping a firm grip on my chin, “If you keep looking me in the eyes like that I’ll have to test how durable these things actually are.”

Forget yourself, surrender your mind

Keigo loved to fuck me dumb. He loved the idea of making me moan louder than he did. He goes feral when he can’t even hear himself over the sounds of the pleasure he gives me. So whenever he has me pinned under him, vulnerable to his mercy, he shows none. By now, he’s made me cum twice on his cock, each climax rocking through me almost violently, and each time never giving me the chance to properly recover. I was babbling from the overstimulation, drooling and sobbing about everything and nothing all at once. I was gone. Keigo had to hold me up himself, my legs having given out a long time ago, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, never once slowing down his relentless pounding.

‘S’too much!” I manage to sob out, my legs starting to twitch. Keigo grunts and wraps an arm around my waist before he leans down, one hand wrapping around my throat.

“Oh, no pretty girl. You don’t get to decide that.” He nips at the shell of my ear and I choke out another moan, feeling myself clench around him once more, “you’re going to take what I give you, and you’re going to take it without complaint, understand?

I stumble over my words, broken moans being the only sounds from my lips, before I nod frantically in agreement.

“Good girl. Now sing for me, Dove.” he growls, “I know you want to. You begged so well for me earlier. Cum on my cock. Show me how much you love the way I fuck you.”

Right now you’re mine, all mine. Give in, you’re mine, all mine…

Keigo also loved stuffing me with his cum.

His moans turned from animalistic grunts to needy whines, and his thrusts became sloppy as he approached his own release.

“Gonna fill you up, Dove. You’re lucky I’m even telling you. Dirty fucking criminals like you don’t deserve the courtesy of–fuck–of a warning. You’re lucky I love you.”

“Keigo!” I whine out, already losing myself to the overstimulation. “Love you too!”

When Keigo cums, it's heavy. The man is always busy doing hero work, he probably doesn’t even have time to take care of his own needs. After months of feeling the way he fills me up, I hold the genuine belief that this is the only time he cums. How else can you explain the way his entire body shakes, the way his wings seem to fall apart, feathers floating onto the bed softly. He cums heavy, and he cums a lot. The feeling of him stuffing me full, and feeling his cum leak down my legs nearly immediately has my cunt clenching around him, milking him for everything he’s worth. He whimpers and shudders from the sensation, entire body nearly slumping over from exhaustion.

That didn’t stop him, however. He continued his rapid thrusts, working me through my orgasm, obscene squelches echoing through the room. His moans became desperate and whiny in the way they only get when he’s forcing himself through debilitating pleasure.

Eventually, he slows down enough to undo the ropes around my arms, and I let them fall to my sides with a relieved groan. Keigo pulls out and immediately positions my legs so they’ll hold my hips up for him to admire his work. He shoves two fingers into my abused clit, and I can already imagine the pleased, almost awed look on his face as he works his cum back into me.

“I think you look prettiest stuffed with my cum, don’t you, Dove?”

I can only muster an exhausted moan in response.

“So…you love me?”

“Shut up, bird brain.”

The grin on his face tells me I’m in for a long night.

He was never going to turn me in anyways.

The last candle burned out.

All mine

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halfratsalready · 6 months ago

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Help me figure out what fic to write next! ✨

I feel like I’m in a weird limbo after finishing the first arc of the Lose Yourself series and I have a few ideas floating around in my head for what to write next (after the Wanderrose fic exchange, at least), but I have no clue which one to focus on.

So if you happen to like my silly little stories and want a say in what my next fic is, I’ve got some ideas and a poll below the cut! 💕

Idea I: Dark & Angsty Murder Mystery 🔪

I've discussed this one on here before so it might sound slightly familiar, but this would basically be Angst: The Fanfic. If you thought any of the Lose Yourself series was angsty, this fic is probably 10x worse. Part of me worries it's a little bit too dark to be a Just Dance fic. Multiple murders (though not described in detail), an intense attempted murder (that is described in relative detail), and some of that patented Night Swan mind control, plus some supernatural elements later on. But also a sizeable portion of it is Brezziana and Disocball playing detective and trying to solve a rash of murders, which should be very fun, in a weird and kinda dark sorta way.

Wanderrose ft. best friends Jack & Brezziana. Also featuring Discoball, Sara, Mihaly, Mothigan, Cygnus, Felicia, Boss Witch, Si'Ha Nova, and Agent D

I have the first chapter and a half written of this one already. It would be 9 chapters total.

Idea II: Angsty Jack-Centric Post-JD24 Fic 🥀

This is an idea I've had for a while but haven't really gotten around to properly outlining. This is based on my theory of sorts that Night Swan exploited the wrong weakness when targeting Jack in Dance With the Swan, where she realizes after the events of JD24 that she hadn't done it right and approaches it from a different angle. Basically just a lot of Jack-centric angst, a lot of Night Swan & Jack interactions, and a world where Treasure Jack may or may not actually become more than just an illusion...

A lot of Night Swan & Jack but definitely featuring at least some Wanderrose. Also featuring the Just Dancers, Si'Ha Nova, and the Traveler, and maybe some others.

I haven't even outlined this one yet, so I have no idea how long it would be.

Idea III: Significantly Less Angsty & More Random Self-Indulgent AU (Actually a "Silly Little" Fic This Time, For the Most Part, at Least) ✨

I've been toying with the idea lately of an AU where Leda and Sara were sisters on earth and Sara has been searching for her sister. I think it would be fun to do some intentional canon divergence (and not just have my fics' canon be derailed by a new event). There's a few directions I've considered taking this in, including Jack ending up on earth (there's like two or three ways for that one to happen and like two or three directions I could take it in) or Sara's adventures in the Danceverses just going really differently.

Still a lot I'm not sure about with this one but it's been bouncing around my head since Night Swan: The Prequel dropped, so here we are. Definitely would have Wanderrose cuz they own my heart.

The Poll

I have no idea which idea I really wanna commit to following through on first. Every time I think I'm leaning towards one, I end up leaning towards another. So I'm throwing these out there in the hopes that a few of you will be able to help me out with your opinion!

If you wanna share your thoughts in the comments or reblogs also, I’d love to hear what you have to say, so I don’t have to wait the whole week for the poll to finish to be able to see which idea(s) is/are getting the most interest!

#this post is so long I’m sorry #just dance #just dance fanfic #just dance fandom #jack rose just dance #jack rose jd #wanderlust just dance #wanderlust jd #wanderrose #jack rose x wanderlust #jacklust

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pluckyredhead · 7 months ago

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Editing The Lost Titans

I get asks about writing advice/craft/tips occasionally, and I always feel a little inadequate when I answer them. While I try to be very disciplined and methodical about my original writing, when it comes to fic, it's something I do for fun and for free, so my method is mainly slapping my hands on the keyboard like a seal until self-indulgence comes out. It's rare that I outline fic or make significant edits, so it's hard for me to point to specific examples.

However! While I was writing The Lost TItans, I did a bunch of major edits - throwing away entire scenes, revising large chunks, adding an entire chapter after the first draft was done. More importantly, all of those edits had really clear reasons they needed to be made, rather than me going "Eh...it's just not right," which means I can actually explain my thought process without just waving a hand vaguely in the direction of the vibes. So I thought I'd write about what edits I made and why, in case it's interesting or useful to anyone. (And if not, who doesn't like navel gazing?)

The original opening scene was entirely different. It served the same purpose - it was still a dream showing the Titans Red world - but instead of all the Titans fighting the HIVE, it was Jason having lunch on the Star City University campus with Toni and Grant. Then, just as in the finished fic, Jason wakes up at Roy's house and talks about the dream over breakfast.

Now don't get me wrong, I loved writing that original opening scene. I love Toni and Grant, I was already invested in this alternate timeline, so getting to play with these characters interacting was super fun for me.

But it wouldn't have been fun for anyone else. Most of my readers wouldn't know who Toni and Grant were, and literally no one would be invested in their relationships with Jason, because I was inventing those out of whole cloth. Also, because the other four members of the team weren't there, it was just tons of exposition of who these characters were, what their team history was, etc. etc. Rose's joke about Roy being like a cool camp counselor was originally from this scene, but because Rose isn't in the scene, it's a joke being exposited rather than told. There was nothing to engage a reader who wasn't me, and also a lot of what was being shown in the scene - that these characters attended the same college - wasn't necessary information (as you can tell by the fact that in the final fic, that isn't even true).

So I cut the scene entirely and replaced it with the opening fight scene. (And obviously made the necessary edits to the subsequent conversation with Roy.) It's much more high energy, and more importantly: it gets the whole team on the page, it shows that they are a team rather than just telling you, and hopefully the banter gets you invested in their dynamic. They're pals being goofy together! I sure hope these are real relationships and not Hank Hall's weird manipulative RPF!

2. The third scene, dinner at Ollie's, originally opened with Roy, Lian, and Jason arriving at Ollie's and all the different Arrowfamily members getting little bits of dialogue or whatever before it was supposed to cut to the flashback of Jason butting heads with Bruce in Gotham. I was actually in the middle of this scene and stalled out for a while before I realized I needed to a) scrap the opening scene like I mentioned above and b) scrap this one, too. Often when I find I'm just stuck and not going anywhere, it's for reasons like this - the scene I'm writing isn't the right one.

In this case, it was similar to the Grant and Toni scene above - I was having a great time writing the Arrowfam, but the scene wasn't actually contributing anything to the fic. The point of this entire sequence was to show Jason's fraught relationship with his own family, and hint that Connor was experiencing the same dreams as Jason. Random banter with Mia or whoever was just getting in the way of the crucial information. I cleared all of the Arrowfamily stuff out of the beginning of this sequence, jumped straight to Gotham, and then used the birthday cake scene to contrast Jason's relationship with the Bats to his relationship with the Arrows, as well as drop that Connor hint.

I want to be really clear here, because I feel like people get defensive about the idea of cutting scenes that "aren't doing anything" or "don't move the plot forward." I didn't cut these scenes because they were quiet or character-driven. Jason and Roy having breakfast is quiet and character-driven. The whole fic is character-driven. I cut the scenes that I cut because they literally served zero purpose except having various characters go "Hello, I exist and I have a relationship to Jason." I replaced them with scenes that did that, and also moved the plot forward, and also made you care about those relationships, and also were fun to read. Please don't feel bad for those scenes because they got cut; they are a collection of words and don't have feelings.

3. The scene where Rose rescues Jason and Connor from Sudden Death got I would say a medium level of revision, in that the beats are all the same but they weren't originally fighting Sudden Death. Initially I just had them dealing with two members from opposite sides of a gang war, and the scene was pretty terrible but it got me where I needed to be, so I left it and finished the first draft of the whole fic.

When I went back in revisions, I realized that in using the gang war hook, I was once again spending time on something - in this case, the intricacies of crime in Star City - that had nothing to do with the fic. This is an easy trap to fall into: I needed to introduce Rose in a fun, badass way, while Jason and Connor were already hanging out, so having her save them while they were on patrol was perfect. It didn't matter who they were fighting, so I put in some generic goons.

But then I had to justify why said goons required three superheroes (four, if you count Roy) to defeat them, and also set up why they were there in the first place, and it just became a long derailment from the story I was trying to tell, with nothing inherently entertaining about it to justify it.

Swapping the goons for Sudden Death meant I could significantly streamline the "why" of the scene: he's a supervillain doing supervillain shit, case closed (although there's still a nod to him working with Brick, a Star City crime lord, to explain why he's in town). His dumb surfer shtick is more entertaining to read than generic goon dialogue. And he's a Hawk and Dove villain, which meant the scene served three purposes now: giving Rose a grand entrance, humor, and foreshadowing. Boom.

4. The scene where Jason and Roy kiss got a pretty thorough second pass. This one is the least helpful one to talk about, I think, because it really was just honing the vibes. I wanted to increase the tension between them, that slow pull drawing them closer, so I put in more about their respective positioning in the room, the way the room looks and feels, little physical details of Roy. If I make the setting more palpable, I make the tension more palpable - or at least, that's the theory I'm working with here.

5. The climax got a MAJOR overhaul. Initially, Hank returned Roy and took him away again, Jason had the team attack him, and there was a whole thing with the team fruitlessly fighting against all these hypertime variants of Hank. Only then did Koryak suggest they stay in the Titans Red universe.

I'd written it that way because...well, it was a superhero fic, it felt like it needed some kind of physical confrontation at the end. But this version of Hank is so powerful that there wasn't actually anything the Titans could do, which made the fight not particularly engaging. It also didn't really make sense for him to be attacked by Koryak, Grant, and Eddie, who were kind of on his side, or Jason, who was torn.

Instead, I nixed the physical fight, and made the actual conflict between the team members, which is the conflict that really matters. I also made that fight much more painful. The argument was already there in the first draft, but the truly cruel lines - Koryak's comment about Rose's mom, what Grant says to Toni - came in the second pass. Because the stakes here aren't really whether they can beat Hank; it's their friendship, and the balance between what they give up by going home, and what they give up by staying in the dream. I needed that decision to hurt, and failing to punch Hank Hall in the face wouldn't accomplish that.

6. I essentially added an entire chapter in revisions. Originally the fic went: Eddie sacrifices himself -> quick paragraph sending everyone home -> Jason and Roy get together -> team reassembles to rescue Eddie. It felt rushed and completely unsatisfying. I had been focused on resolving the plot points directly involving Jason, because he's the POV character, but I'd spent so long on all of the various team relationships that I had to at least give each character a proper send-off.

So I added the scene at the JSA brownstone. I let Grant and Toni make up, gave Grant his happy ending, and hinted at Toni's. I gave Koryak and Rose exit lines, and hinted that Jason thinks of Connor as family and part of what "home" means. I added the Tim scene because I needed to balance the beginning of the fic, and because if Jason was making the choice to return to a world with a fraught family dynamic, I needed to show that dynamic on page. I was worried that it would feel like I was drawing out the end too long after the Big Bad was defeated, but I think all of those scenes feel necessary and (hopefully) healing.

Anyway, hopefully this was interesting and maybe helpful! I find craft super interesting but it can be hard to talk about in concrete ways, so I wanted to get all this down on (digital) paper as clear examples I could point to when people ask.

#i write things #the lost titans

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rachiecrown · 1 year ago

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Ur gonna regret keepin that prompt open >:)

im just gonna keep sendin you mumscarian asks just lettin you know

Ok so mumscarian 2/3 takin care of 1/3 thats stressin

So like scar ab scarland, grian ab grumbot prime or the rift, mumbo ab his base

Just callin for some relaxation

Used a picker wheel for this one cause I wasn't sure which of the three I wanted to write for teehee

Also this ended up kinda dragging near the end cause I didn't know how to end it, sorry about that waaaa also there's some cute lil romance fluff at the end so yee

(also if you saw me post this under the wrong ask no you didn't)

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Mumbo was falling behind. At least, that's how he felt. Everyone else was so far on with their bases, heck, even Decked Out Two was close to being finished, and here Mumbo sat with a deepslate and copper box and a half-done outline he was not very satisfied with.

He paced around the path that floated around his bamboo farm. He loved the color pallete, he loved the idea of having some sort of multi-tired building full of fully automated farms and whatever else his little engineer heart desired, and he loved the idea of it looking like a more impressive version of his vault, but something about it just felt incorrect to him.

Maybe it was the floating water pillars.. Or was the copper variant not oxidized enough? What if the floor beneath the bamboo farm was too different? What if everything looked too similar? Mumbo shook his head. Surely, if he just kept adding to it, the base would turn out alright, but at the same time Mumbo couldn't bring himself to continue building.

Ah, he was burnt out, wasn't he? Mumbo realized this with a long, drawn out sigh. Despite how badly he wanted to continue creating, he really just couldn't go any further with this project.

Mumbo donned his elytra and grabbed some rockets, taking off from the path and quickly soaring over his vault, as he decided in that moment he wanted to see Grian and Scar. As much as he's used elytra and rockets over the years, it never seemed like the thrill of being so high up had ever mellowed out. Mumbo turned and glided towards Grian's base, slowing and landing at the halfway point between his and Grian's bases and continuing his speed as a jog.

He placed his hand on one of the pillars at the entry way. "Grian, you here?" He called, but got no response. "Grian!!" He tried again, but still, nothing. "Ohh, if he's not around his base I'll just go to Scar." He decided. The only reason he stopped at Grian's first was because Grian's base was closest.

After a few minutes of checking around Grian's usual spots and possible areas he could be building in, then also the underground cave the rift was in, Mumbo changed direction towards Scarland.

When he landed near the still unfinished entryway, he spotted Scar and Grian just about to head into the theme park, Scar showing off what Mumbo believed was an absolutely gigantic golden "admit one" ticket. Mumbo landed in a jog again and slowed to a walk as he approached the two.

"Oh, hey Mumbo!" Scar called with a wave. Grian turned as he loudly sipped on a Scarland slushy. Mumbo stopped and folded his arms across his chest. "Hey, guys, uh- so like, I was wondering if you'd like to- uh, hang out, maybe?" Mumbo stammered. He was already flustered from the frustration of his base, and now his face felt hot.

Scar covered his mouth with a giggle. "Oh, Mumbo, your face is all red." He pointed out. Grian grinned. "You flustered, Mumbs?" The two made their way over with sly grins, and Mumbo looked away nervously. "Well, well uh-"

Grian seemed to sense Mumbo's discomfort. "Hey, this isn't your usual Mumbo-nervousness." Grian prodded Mumbo in the chest. "What's wrong?"

Mumbo sighed as Grian refolded his wings and Scar walked over with curiosity. "It's my base, man, I can't keep building. I'm all burnt out." He explained. Grian and Scar nodded in thought, and Scar smiled and snapped. "I've got it! You can tour Scarland with us!" He exclaimed, grabbing Mumbo by the shoulders and dropping the giant ticket.

Grian promptly snatched the ticket up. "It's mine now, boys!" He claimed, and he promptly ran off into Scarland as soon as Scar swiped at him, both shouting and giggling. Mumbo laughed at the sight, following the two.

The day continued on into late afternoon as Scar showed off the shops and streets of Scarland. Mumbo's arms were piled high with all kinds of goodies, which Grian helped carry at one point.

By the time the sky started to change colors, Scar dragged the two up to his castle excitedly. "And here, the sunset is Ah-maze-ing!!" Scar pronounced his words flamboyantly, throwing his hands in the air joyfully. "I'm sure it is!" Mumbo agreed, smiling at the whimsy Scar had. Mumbo glanced at Grian, who was chewing on some popcorn with a smile, balloon strings tied around his wrists by Scar because Grian had kept letting go of them.

Scar placed down some stair blocks for the trio to sit, him sitting on one end, Grian on the other, and Mumbo in the middle. "So, did you enjoy your day at Scarland?" Scar wondered, a smile on his lips. Mumbo nodded "It was lovely," he said as Grian gave a thumbs up, his mouth full of popcorn. Scar clapped. "There's no rides yet, but once there is it's gonna be a hundred times more fun."

"I'll bet." Grian agreed after swallowing his food. Mumbo looked up as the clouds turned all sorts of yellow and pink shades from the sunset, sighing happily. Scar and Grian both leaned against him. "So what about your base? Did you clear your head?" Grian wondered as he put his arms around Mumbo's waist. Scar joined with his arm over Mumbo's shoulders.

"W-well.." Mumbo felt his face grow hot again. "My head is clear now, yeah.." Grian rested his head on Mumbo's shoulder, with Scar putting a hand on Mumbo's leg. Ohh, Mumbo had to change the subject before he got too flustered to speak! "And so now I'm wondering if you two would be interested in blowing up my base for-"

Grian leaped up, his wings fluttering in excitement. "We can blow up your base!?" Scar pulled his hands away to clap, a wide smile on his face. "I've always wanted to blow up a base! When can we do it?"

Mumbo laughed. "You didn't even let me finish my sentence! I was gonna say for a stack of diamond blocks each!" He watched as Grian and Scar's eyes lit up. "We're getting paid!?" Grian shouted. Scar clapped again. "Ohoho! Are we starting tomorrow?"

With a sigh, Mumbo tilted his head back. "What am I going to do with you two?"

#hermitshipping #mumscarian #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #grian #hermitcraft #buttercup trio #the buttercups

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aishangotome · 5 months ago

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Main Story Chapter 16-20 (LIGHT ENDING): Before the Storm (暴雨來臨前) | Light and Night 光與夜之戀

Chapter 16-17

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I was pushed by a force and moved forward uncontrollably.

I ran out with all my might, and the sound of fighting behind me became smaller and smaller.

I did as Evan said, through the corridor in the growing wind and snow, down the stairs, and there were two hundred meters to the exit!

The light at the end became brighter and brighter, about to announce my victory. Then I went down the stairs, but there was a wall in front of me, and the white light just now disappeared.

You: What's going on?!

I didn't dare to move rashly, but the whole castle started to shake at this moment, and the strong fear made me anxious. Suddenly, the outline of a door appeared on the wall in front of me.

There was no other way, this was the only way. Even if it was a trap, I should take a gamble. I walked over cautiously, pushed open the door, and a dark muzzle was pointed at me, the sound of the bullet being loaded.

My heartbeat suddenly stopped, I closed my eyes in fear, and raised my hands. The gamble failed. However, the expected gunshot did not ring out, and I heard a low laugh.

I hesitated and opened one eye, snap - a white light came on, illuminating a pair of familiar eyes.

The man was wearing a black trench coat and looked at me with his side face raised. The wall behind him was covered with red chemical formulas. Osborn?!

Osborn: Why are you here?

He put the gun back into his waist, suddenly frowned, his eyes fell on the placket of my chest, and I realized that there was blood on it.

You: I'm fine, it's just an accidental stain.

Osborn: Don't talk yet.

He made a hush gesture, and I obediently covered my mouth, and sure enough, I heard faint footsteps. After waiting for several minutes, the sound disappeared completely.

I let go of my hand, just about to ask something, Osborn took off his coat and wrapped it around me. Only then did I realize that I was trembling all over.

Osborn: Are you still cold?

You: Not cold anymore, why are you here?

Osborn: Investigating something.

He walked quickly to the only bookcase in the room, opened the drawer, folded a piece of paper, and put it in his pocket.

I quickly realized something was wrong. This is clearly an illusion, how did he get in?

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but blurt out--

You: Do you know this is an illusion?

Osborn paused for a moment, then nodded.

Osborn: Yes.

How could he--

Osborn: I have a talent, did you forget?

That's true, but a doubt suddenly flashed in my mind, yet I didn't catch it.

I walked towards him quickly, but the ground shook violently at this moment.

I supported myself using the wall, but didn't notice the chandelier above my head, along with the crystal pendant, pouring down.

Osborn: Watch out!

Osborn's eyes suddenly turned red, but only one, and the chandelier exploded in mid-air. I stared blankly until the pale green color reappeared in that eye.

You: Are you from the blood clan?

Osborn: Mhm.

Osborn: It's just--

You: What?

He shook his head, frowned, and pointed in the direction of the exit.

Osborn: This place is collapsing badly, and the exit has been distorted.

Osborn: It seems that the owner of the illusion is now on the verge of being lost between reality and illusion.

You: Lost?

My heart skipped a beat, I remembered the rules of the illusion, if you get lost, you will be trapped in the illusion forever.

Osborn: We have to get out of here, the more irrelevant people appear, the more the illusion will collapse.

Osborn: The faster you leave, the more time you can buy for the master of the illusion to escape.

You: Okay!

Osborn pulled me up and shuttled through the castle.

Osborn: Where did you come from just now?

You: This staircase ahead.

Osborn: This should lead to all guest rooms, and--

His eyes tightened, as if thinking of something.

You: How do you know this leads to the guest room?

Osborn: I'm a bounty hunter, what place haven't I been to?

Osborn: Let's go.

Back on the second floor, the wind and rain were heavier, and the rain water quickly froze as soon as it touched the railing.

Osborn: It's really fast...

There were footsteps behind me, I turned my head, but I didn't see anyone.

Osborn pulled me and stopped in front of a wall.

He stared at the wall, his brows furrowed, as if there was a fierce battle going on in his mind.

You: What's wrong?

Osborn turned his head, his expression serious.

Osborn: Illusions can easily change with the mood of the master, and the human eye is easily confused.

Osborn: Close your eyes.

You: Me?

Osborn: Hmm.

You: ...Okay. How many numbers do I countdown from this time?

Osborn: 10.

Osborn: Hold my hand tight, let's go.

I closed my eyes and gave myself to Osborn.

After confirming that the girl had closed her eyes, Osborn took a deep breath and closed his eyes as well.

Two seconds later, he opened his eyes suddenly, and kicked the wall with a bang - an invisible door actually opened.

Holding the girl's hand, Osborn walked into the room, vigilantly looking around.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on an old TV cabinet, his eyes lost for a moment.

Osborn: .......

You: Osborn, what's wrong with you?

Osborn: It's okay, keep counting.

Just as he was about to investigate, the tip of his foot suddenly touched a hard object - he looked down and saw a watch, the hands of which stopped forever at a certain moment.

Osborn: He actually kept it.

Memories flooded back uncontrollably.

The feeling of walking in here for the first time came back after many years.

The condescending hospitality, the bitter sarcasm, the unrecognized identity, the shady relationship.

And those red eyes staring at him from afar.

The same bloodline gave birth to different destinies.

But the so-called fate is false, he has no fate, he only makes choices.

Osborn suppressed the turbulent memories, calmed down, and shuttled through the castle according to his memory.

He remembered that the boy took him like this at that time, all the way to the door.

But the wall in front of him is solid, could it be that the memory is wrong? He recalled carefully again, a faint red light flickered, as if trying to escape his eyes.

Osborn raised his head suddenly, his eyes also lit up.

Osborn: So that's how it is.

Osborn hugged the girl, with a faint blue flame burning in his palm.

Osborn: Y/N, hold me tight.

The increasingly hot fire continuously melted the frozen ceiling, and light seemed to penetrate.

Osborn: Get ready, we're landing!

The moment the voice fell, he picked up the girl and jumped towards the skylight where the light was gradually shining.

Bang - As soon as he jumped out, raindrops fell, and the huge stained glass window and the entire villa collapsed!

Like a childhood nightmare that had been haunting him for a long time, all of them disappeared in his mind.

Thank you, the memories that once made him miserable.

At least, after many years, I helped him once.

Osborn looked back at the phantom that had disappeared, smiled brightly, and walked towards the light.

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