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livelaughlaw3 · 6 months ago

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Liar (Part 2/2)

Part 1 here : https://www.tumblr.com/livelaughlaw3/751791451429552128/minnie-%F0%96%A4%90-%F0%90%8D%83%C9%A6%E1%A5%B2%E1%A5%92%CE%BAs-%E1%A5%95if%E1%A5%B1?source=share

TW : pain, blood, angst, abortion, slight sexual mention, rape (not Shanks !!!), stress post trauma, sadness, sickness, injuries, knife, suicidal thoughts, fluffy end <3333

You are with Shanks in this story. (He has two arms because he's too smart to have lost his arm that way and Oda already said it was his editor who told him to tell that story.)

He wipes away his tears, ties a roll of bandage around your head, wipes your hair and lifts you into his arms, despite the storm, covering you with his cape, the rain falling on you. He almost runs to the island hospital, in tears, explaining your situation, begging the doctors to save you. You have surgery directly on your head and the doctors take a big weight off his shoulders when they warn him that you are still breathing. He lets them stay with you, in the operating room, the nurses give you an IV and clean you up completely. The assigned room is heated in advance and your bed is tied with plenty of blankets to raise your temperature. The doctor speaks with your Captain who continued to cry. “She was very lucky, it wasn’t the wound that could have killed her in the first place but the drop in her temperature, she was hypothermic. You did the right thing, rest assured. She will need a lot of rest and calm when she wakes up, that’s all.” He stammers, listening silently until the end “S-She.. w-will.. wake up ?! Open the eyes ?! Really ??! You.. are s-sure ?..” The doctor confirms and explains the sequence of events, in particular that you will not wake up in the coming weeks but that you will be able to return to the ship in two weeks. Shanks thanks him, wiping his tears roughly, the doctor was very nice to him and offered him something to eat. He refused politely and exceptionally, he gave him permission to stay with you 24/7 and then left.

The crew came to see you the next day and the following days. You remain in a coma for several weeks, you open your eyes after almost a month. Shanks is jumping with joy but you don't have the same reaction as him. He apologizes, thinking you're still angry but that only increases your confusion. You frown, he stops talking, asks you how you feel and if you want him to leave. You remain silent, he warns a nurse who herself calls a doctor. The examination begins while your Captain remains behind, the doctor gives the verdict after questioning you. You lost your memory with the shock to your head. Remembering nothing, just that you became part of this man's crew but that's it, having forgotten almost a year. Shanks had the choice to return to the ship with you for at least two weeks but he preferred to keep you in the hospital. He is shocked by the doctor's verdict. As you remember that he is your Captain, you let him touch you, clean you and talk to you but you barely respond. Diction is very difficult for you and exhausting. He tells you not to try to talk. “It’s going to be okay my angel, we’re going to go home together.” You nod, he carries you to the bathtub, washing your hair and body. He dresses you, sits you down and ties your hair. He signs the release papers, asks you if you want him to carry you, you refuse. It's stronger than him, when he makes you stand up, looking at you, he slips his hand into yours and intertwines your fingers. You let him, he walks at your pace, having put his cape on your shoulders to protect you.

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He asks your permission for everything, even small gestures like covering yourself, washing your hands or even staying with you. But his doctor tells him to let you sleep as much as possible. So he takes you to bed all the time and convinces you to sleep to heal. You obey, he’s still your Captain, from your point of view.

After several months, you're still sleeping in your room, he hasn't informed you that you're together and actually, he's convinced himself that it's a good thing that you don't remember. He especially doesn't want you to be able to keep this memory of him. But he misses you terribly, he struggles with his own feelings, he can't be selfish with you. You become completely silent. You are still and upright, stationed in the same place, in the same position, in which he leaves you. Unless someone moves you, you don't change or wash. You just sit there, staring blankly out the window. He walks by every day and always sees you sitting on the floor, near the window. He thought about it and bought you a sofa. “Here… Ahaha, it’s better anyway, isn’t it my goddess ? Do not you think ?" You nod, smiling briefly, he’s happy, it’s the first time you’ve responded to him. You look into the distance, the waves and the light of the sun or the moon reflecting.

You continue to sleep, he gives you gifts every day. Flowers, jewelry, food, shells, dating proposals. You always refuse, don't eat or vomit immediately after trying. It’s the side effect of anesthesia, morphine and all other drugs, Hongo reassures him. He remains very patient, thinking about you all the time, without wanting to suffocate you, he wants to be there for you.

After four months, he opens your bathroom door after asking your permission. He sees you cutting your hair, stays standing, leaning against the wall. He offers you help then stops you from bending down to clean for you. You rinse your hair and he says to you “You’re beautiful, darling.. As always..” He drops off some food for you but you won’t touch it. There are still six months of this, bending over backwards for you, trying to find the balance between being there and not suffocating yourself.

One day he comes home as usual with gifts and lunch. Finding you still looking out the window, he places the meal on your thighs. “Here, do what you can, if things don’t go well, let me know, okay ?” You nod your head, he was about to say goodbye when you spoke very slowly to thank him. Your diction is still so difficult, he is happy to hear you speak. “You’re welcome, it’s normal, little heart..”, he can no longer act indifferent to you. He sits on your bed, watching you eat. Once finished, he congratulates you, kisses you on the forehead then picks up your plate. He comes back with a cake, your favorite. He makes you sit in profile on his lap to hold you against him, while you eat “Well done baby doll, that’s good, keep going, do what you can.” You're surprised by his sudden show of affection but you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it. You rest your head on his shoulder, enjoying his embrace. Feeling like nothing bad will happen to you in this position. He stays silent, leaning against the wall, until you finally fall asleep against him. He is bothered because he cannot move to warn his right arm. Lucky comes by to ask your opinion on the meal, which you finally managed to swallow but immediately shuts up. Shanks whispers to him to warn Benn. Tired too, he slowly lays down in your bed and covers you, letting you take a nap in his arms. Closing his eyes for a few seconds, he falls asleep too and your nap lasted much longer than expected. You wake up in the early evening and apologize painfully. He kisses your forehead and hugs you tighter. He sits you down while he goes to get dinner. “I’m going to see if they need me and I’ll be back baby.”

You nod, he brushes his teeth then leaves. His pet name, a little nicer than usual, seems much more affectionate than the others. But no matter how hard you look, you can't remember more than that. He comes back, actually brings you dinner and eats with you and then you go brush your teeth. He too then hands you your medicine with a glass of water. You drink, thank him with great difficulty, he kisses your forehead and covers you, wishing you good night. The crew teases him that he smiles like an idiot. “I'm very far from deserving her but I'm ready to have a chance to win her back.. Oh my sunshine.. Good night guys, see you tomorrow !”

With such kindness, you fell in love with your Captain again. You're the one who confesses to him, he's over the moon and tells you that he is too. You give him one chance, the second chance in fact. Something is bothering him, the fact of not telling you what you forgot. He is afraid that it will come back to you suddenly and that he will lose you forever. But if he tells you, he also risks losing you. He thinks too much, you finally notice it, now that you are very calm. You observe him a lot and he always brushes it off, telling you about his responsibilities as pirate emperor. After almost a year, there have been quite a few false starts for your (new) first time in bed. You've been sleeping in his room for some time. Your medications have a lot to do with it, even though you barely have any left, except the painkillers for your head. You tried several times but as you vomited before apologizing, he cleaned you up and laid you down. He reassures you, even in case he has to leave the room. In the meantime, Hongo gives you your medicine which makes you sleepy. When your man comes back, you're already asleep. He smiles, slips into bed gently after adding a blanket to you. You are reassured with him, he never initiates things first.

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You end up remembering, without telling him, of course, only bits and pieces and not in order. But deep down, you feel that he can protect you. You decide to stay on the ship, not remembering exactly the most important thing. The event and the argument just before your accident. You end up having your first time with him. Having dragged out the foreplay, he can no longer hold back, he wants you too much and for too long. He is delicate, meticulous and attentive, speaking to you gently, showering you with compliments, his body and his many words of love. He often asks you if everything is okay and if you want him to stop. You hide from him that you feel a little dizzy, not making the connection with your health problems. You just think it's your orgasm that makes you feel this way. But, you start to see blurry, your eyes glassy. You are shaking slightly but your whole body, not just your thighs. He’s already released inside you, several times. He realizes it immediately and stops. A hand caresses your cheek “Treasure, are you okay ? Do you feel bad ?”, looking at you attentively, your hand is clenched in his. “No, it’s not fine, I’m going to stop honey. It’s going to be okay, I’m taking you to the hospital.” You are unable to answer him, staring at the ceiling, your vision blurred. Your eyelids are heavy, you answer him after several minutes of waiting for you to feel better. He pulled out, placed your thighs back flat and wiped you dry with your dress. He pulls up his underwear. You tell him you're just tired but nothing to do with him. He shakes his head “No baby, I can’t continue, you’re feeling bad. I’ll be back soon, okay ?” You nod, he kisses you several times, apologizing again, if it was ever his fault. He gently cleans you and dries you. He puts your panties back on, turns you on your side, kisses you again. He fills a glass and brings you some water.

He caresses your cheek and apologizes over and over again, holding the glass to help you. He covers your body and thighs, pulls up his shorts and fastens his belt. He tells his doctor, comes back and puts his shirt on, waiting with you. You stay still and very calm, he holds your hand, Hongo examines you, finding nothing except high blood pressure. Your Captain is not reassured, he asks him if he should take you to the hospital. The doctor shakes his head “Her vital signs are normal, don’t forget that she remains tired and that her treatments are hard to eliminate.” then leaves. He holds you close, his hand tracing your spine under his shirt. But he frowns, you're still shaking slightly and you look cold. He looks for more blankets, wraps you in them and hugs you properly to warm you up. He apologizes again, kissing your neck, you articulate painfully, advising him to go shower. He thinks for a long time then accepts, telling you that he will do it quickly. You nod, he kisses you, puts your head back on the pillow gently and kisses you again and again. Hesitant to leave you alone, he calls his right arm to watch over you, who accepts. He showers in a few minutes, still worried, ruminating on your condition. He gets dressed then smiles at you, going to get you some water again, which he holds for you to drink. He sits at your feet and asks Benn what the news is today, while he reads the newspaper. Their voices keep you awake, you squeeze your Captain's hand gently. He brings it to his mouth to kiss it. Benn decides to leave you alone, reassuring Shanks, by taking care of his tasks for him. Shanks looks at you, you smile at him so as not to worry him but you can see that it doesn't work despite the superficial smile he gives you. You signal him to lie down next to you, he does so immediately. You make him sleep on your body, his cheek resting on your breasts as you play with his hair. He apologizes again, asking if you're sure not to let him lie down next to you so as not to hurt you. You fall asleep, exhausted, you are happy to have the chance to be with him and that he loves you as much as you love him too.

The following days, he is even more attentive than usual, pampering you. He makes you laugh out loud, despite your tired state, but no jokes that could offend or sadden you. Only jokes about his idiotic behavior and poor bed skills with you. “I was bad anyway, I'm rusty.. I have too much pressure with my empress..” You shake your head, the poor thing looks really guilty, you ask him for a hug and he gives it to you. 'grant with lots of extra kisses on your face. He then bites your neck for long hours, trying to mark you as much as relax you.

But he left you alone, for just one evening, less than a week later. Like the busy Captain he is. It's enough to be away to protect you, just one night. The worst happens when he comes home in the middle of the night. He thinks you're already sleeping, you've dressed to cover your whole body and you've drugged yourself with painkillers so you don't moan in pain. The next day, you wake up to kisses on your face and wandering hands “Oi my lover, how are you today ?” You nod, narrowing your eyes, finding him already dressed and perfumed. He shows you a teddy bear that he bought you the day before. “Here princess, it’s for you, he smells my perfume, well he can’t completely replace me.. but..” You hold him in your arms, he lets you sleep. You hide what happened from him, refusing to take a bath with him or let him shower you or carry you, afraid he won't notice the bruises. He leaves you alone, thinking that you need space even though he misses you very much. You can't take this secret anymore, you vomit every day, preferring not to eat at all. They blame it on your past medications. You don't let him touch you anymore, he understands, never insists, apologizes immediately and repeats to you that he loves you and that you have the right not to want to, without justifying yourself. Remaining very patient, he kisses you and holds you against him. “Do you need anything before I go ? Should I stay ? Or should I buy you something ? Just tell me and I’ll bring it to you, my love.” You shake your head, he kisses you again, covers you and leaves you with his teddy bear.

After three weeks, you even start to faint often, he's worried to death but Hongo thinks it's because you're not eating. Especially since you're only throwing up your medicine. But after two months, there is no clinical reason for your condition. He asks you kindly, also wanting to know what's going on, just like your Captain. “My pretty one, can you come with me so that I can examine you completely ? I’ll tell Shanks.” You accept for the exam but on the condition that he does not notify your Captain. He agrees, reluctantly. He holds your forearms up to the bed and examines you again but finds nothing. You no longer have any marks on your body or any pain so you can show him without fear. He questions you but still nothing. You zone out, this has never happened to you before, he prefers to call Shanks, not wanting to take the responsibility of keeping the secret. He joins you, worried but strangely afraid of approaching you and making things worse. You sit on the bed, looking at the floor. You come to yourself when you feel someone gently hug you. Strong, loving arms. Oh how you love your Captain, you crack nervously. Managing to keep your tears at first, you hope that they will take the news without having to justify it. “I-I’m..pregnant..”, Shanks is happy, already seeing himself as a father, father of your child. “Is it real, honey ??? Ohhhh that’s awesome !!! You-”, you interrupt him, bursting into tears “It’s not yours !!!!” The two teammates remain silent, surprised, he stops speaking. They look at each other for a brief moment then Hongo knows that you wouldn't have cheated on Shanks, you love him. Unfortunately, your Captain speaks first before thinking and asks directly “Y-You… cheated on me ?..”. You shout “NOOOOO !!!”

They are confused, you cry, sobbing then get off the bed, kneeling on the floor. Immediately feeling the nausea rising again. Hongo taps his Captain on the shoulder “Captain !!! DO NOT SAY THAT !!!" Shanks rushes to you, worried, trying to reassure you. He crouches down, rubbing your arms “Sorry, sorry, I should never have asked that, I know you never will..” You end up throwing up, on the floor, of course only water. He pulls you away after holding your hair “It’s okay, forget what I said, it’s okay Y/N.. I love you..”. You look at him, confessing everything, holding your chest. Hongo shocked, leaves, leaving you alone.

You hold your chest and his hand at the same time. You tell him “T-They.. raped me..”, Shanks is stunned, not finding the words for several minutes. Then he comes to his senses, holding your face in his hand “There were several of them ??! Sweetheart, when did that happen ?? And why didn’t you tell me immediately ??” You remain silent, he caresses your cheek, speaking to you softly “We will find them, don't worry.. I will be there for you, I love you sooooo much darling, I will always love you, I'm sorry for saying such a stupid thing.” You choke, still sniffling, you explain to him, saying that you were ashamed and that you disgusted yourself. Finally, he realizes “Is that why you didn’t want to let me touch you ?”, you nod, he holds you against him. Leaving you crying on his shoulder, exhausted, Hongo knocks again. You nod as Shanks looks at you, he makes you stand up and sits you back down on the bed.

Still keeping you in his arms, you explain to Hongo that you went to the hospital and that you are free of illness thanks to the treatments. You break down again when you admit that you can't get rid of this child even with the abortion pills. “I want.. t-to die !!!”, you break their hearts, Hongo tells his Captain to come back to this island. He already had the intention, Hongo gives you a pack of anti-emetics which he leaves with Shanks. Your man carries you to his room. He lays you down, places your tablet and your favorite drink on his bedside. He covers you and sits next to you, silent. He dries your tears, you give him more details on the course of events after this attack on the beach. You went to the hospital in a pitiful state, took treatment and left the hospital without the doctor's consent. You drugged yourself with painkillers and dressed covered up to hide your bruises. He feels guilty, infinitely, blurts out “All that and I wasn't there for you, I didn't realize then that you were suffering.. Sorry.. Sorry my princess, I'm really sorry..” He holds your hand, apologizes for not being there, you apologize for not being able to defend yourself. He holds your face in his hands, moving closer to you, looking into your eyes, clouded with tears. "No !!! Don't say that again !!! It’s not your fault you hear me ?! I love you okay ? I should have been there to defend you !! You have nothing to reproach yourself for, I’ll be there, darling.” He covers you and asks if he can stay, you accept, he lies down and pulls you against him. Wrapping his arms around your waist, a hand in your hair, you fall asleep after crying for several more hours. He practically stays glued to you, following you like your shadow, accompanying you to the bathroom, afraid that you will do something stupid. You often apologize because you only want to carry his child, not someone else's. “I know sweetheart, I know all that, I love you, I just want you to be happy, I would love for you to be the mother of our children but not if it puts you in danger. We’ll talk about it later.” Half relieved to have told him, you sleep too much and the anti-emetics work well so he makes you eat, in small quantities.

It takes you too long to get back to this island, almost two weeks. His rage grows in his stomach, finding no respite until he kills and tortures everyone who hurt you. But from the first week, you regret having told him, feeling alone. He saw your belly growing, didn't make any comments to you.

Taking advantage of his absence, because of his occupations, you sit in his bathtub. You pull your shirt up, hitting your stomach to try to force it out. You take a deep breath before stabbing yourself several times, as far as you can, blood coming out of your mouth as you admire the work. You hope it will be enough, you lay your head back, already seeing blurry, staring at the light. You say to yourself in a low voice, 'There, you better leave my body alone now, go away demon.' You are very lucky because your man was already looking for you, as always, to bring you dinner. Only you are alone on the ship. He opens the door, walks up to you but doesn't see any water after thinking you were taking a bath. He places the dish on the dresser, shocked by the scene. He wipes your tears and asks you to give him back your knife, you do so after he convinces you. You tell him that you want to get rid of “that” and that you can’t. “I-I don’t..want..to have the child.. of-of a misfortune !!!” Blood comes out of your mouth, he grabs a towel to stop it from dripping. “My angel, don’t talk, it’s coming out.” He holds your face in his hands while you are still crying “Honey, not like that, you will die, if you die I will kill myself too. I don’t want you to abandon me.” He manages to bandage your stomach, looking at you saddened. He cleans your body then rinses you. He dries you off and takes off your clothes then carries you to his bed. Keeping your head lying on his pillow, he dresses you. Hiding that you are alone on the ship. “Sweetheart, don’t cry, don’t cry, it’s going to be okay, I’m here my princess.” He covers you and lifts you in his arms, all the way to the hospital. You are sewn up, perfused and treated, you can come out at night. You rinse your mouth, remove the tube, he kisses you again. “Don’t worry, my goddess, we’re home soon, I won’t leave you. You’re going to rest and we’ll talk about it when you’re better.” You remain silent, nodding your head. Up on the deck, he puts you in his bed, covers you, goes to shower, sits back on the bed, holding the glass of water for you to drink your pills. He unties your hair and holds your hand. “There you will sleep in my arms, warm, safe and then I will do the work later.” You nod your head. You sleep with him, like every other night, he stays awake for a long time like every night and sleeps very little, since what he learned.

He watches you like that, for another week, under the advice of Hongo. Until you arrive on the island, he informs you and explains very clearly what is going to happen. First, he takes you to the hospital, the nurse who had already taken care of you explains everything to him. Confirming your version, even if he didn't doubt it for a single second. They make you abort with a stronger drug and after an ultrasound you really did it. You lost a lot of blood and was finally relieved, once you were sure it was gone. “That’s it, my star, it’s over, it’s gone.” You nod, he kisses you then takes you back to the ship. It takes a superhuman effort not to massacre all the islanders, without distinction. He doesn't show you that he's boiling with rage to reassure you. They will stay at the dock until you are healed. He walked you around the island, holding you close to him to show him where it happened.

He stays silent, kissing you a little more with each word. He had great hope of recognizing those responsible but without success. Since it brings back bad memories, affecting your morale, he agrees to leave. They weighed anchor after a month, which allowed follow-up at the hospital, which reassured you enormously. What you never knew is that with its status, the Navy itself collected information about that night, testimonies and witnesses. So he found the culprits, matching exactly the description you gave. They were arrested and had to be transferred several times to be imprisoned for several years. However, they will be found dead, tortured, without explanation. Shanks finally got his revenge, his spirit a little lighter.

He will finally focus on healing you, which took you several years to achieve. He was infinitely patient, loving and gentle with you. Besides, you ended up having a child, completing the healing of your trauma.

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randomperson99sworld · 2 months ago

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Ruffled Feathers 🪶 ~Part One ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly) , Physical Abuse (Not by Dean).

Word Count: 870

A/N: This is my first story ever so please go easy on me. Also, this story is cross posted on Wattpad, I made a last minute decision to share it on here too. Happy reading! ♥️

One year ago

The air was thick with the scent of barbeque and whiskey, but despite the casual gathering, an unshakable sadness lingered. The memorial for Bobby Singer wasn't a somber affair—Bobby wouldn't have wanted that. But every laugh, every raised glass, felt heavy with the memory of a man who had been more than just a hunter to everyone gathered.

Dean stood off to the side, his hand gripping a beer bottle tightly as he scanned the faces of the crowd. Old friends, fellow hunters, and even a few civilians Bobby had helped over the years. It was a rare sight to see so many of them in one place without a hunt bringing them together.

Sam was making small talk nearby, his smile a little too tight, as if he couldn't quite shake the weight of being here. Dean understood. Coming to the memorial hadn't been easy for either of them. It was a year since Bobby's passing, but some wounds didn't heal.

Then, a woman stepped into view. She was young—probably no more than 23—and had the unmistakable look of someone who didn't fully belong at an event like this. Dean's eyes narrowed. She didn't look like any hunter he'd ever met. She was dressed too neat, her expression too hopeful, and there was something about her that just didn't sit right.

Sam noticed her too, and as she approached, Dean could see the recognition light up in his brother's eyes. She smiled, though there was a nervous edge to it, and walked straight over to them.

"Hi," she said, her voice chipper but respectful. "I'm Julia. I'm, uh, Bobby's niece—well, not by blood. More like a distant relative on his wife's side."

Dean's expression remained unreadable as he studied her. He took a long pull from his beer, saying nothing. Sam, being Sam, offered a polite smile.

“Hi Julia, I'm Sam, and this is my brother, Dean. It's nice to meet you. We didn't know Bobby had any family left."

Julia nodded quickly, shifting her weight. "Yeah, we weren't really close until a couple of years ago, but he was good to me. Helped me out when no one else would."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Helped you out, huh? What kind of help?"

She hesitated, glancing between the two brothers. "He, uh... he trained me. Or at least he started to. I'm still learning, obviously, but... I wanted to honor him. That's why I put this together."

Dean's skepticism deepened. "You put this together?"

"Yeah," she said, smiling despite the weight of Dean's stare. "I found his old contacts list and reached out to as many people as I could. Figured everyone would want a chance to say goodbye properly, you know?"

Dean let out a humorless chuckle, his eyes flicking toward the crowd before settling back on her. "So, you're a hunter?"

"Trying to be," she admitted, her voice losing a bit of its earlier confidence. "Bobby said I had potential. I'm still learning, but I'm serious about it."

Dean set his bottle down on the table beside him and crossed his arms. "Right. And you thought putting together some kind of barbecue would make you one of us?"

Julia blinked, visibly taken aback by his bluntness. She opened her mouth to respond, but Sam jumped in, sensing the conversation was headed in the wrong direction.

“Hey, Dean, take it easy," Sam said, giving his brother a warning look. He turned back to Julia, his tone more gentle. "It's really great what you did here. Bobby meant a lot to a lot of people. I'm sure he would've appreciated this."

Julia gave Sam a grateful smile, but Dean wasn't done.

“Yeah, well, Bobby also wouldn't want someone thinking they could just waltz into this life without knowing what they're doing," Dean said, his voice low and edged with annoyance. "You don't just 'try' to be a hunter. You either are, or you're not. And if you're not, you're a danger to everyone around you."

Julias jaw tightened, but she didn’t back down. “I know what’s at stake. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t.”

Dean let out a scoff, pushing past her. "Whatever. Just don't get yourself killed trying to prove something."

From that moment on, there had been a tension between them that never eased. Dean had made up his mind about Julia the second she introduced herself, and nothing she did seemed to change that. She wasn't a real hunter in his eyes, just someone playing a dangerous game.

But that didn't stop her from trying.

Over the following months, Sam agreed to help train her, much to Dean's frustration. They'd gone on a few hunts together, but Dean only ever tagged along to make sure nothing happened to Sam—not Julia. To him, she was reckless, inexperienced, and a burden they couldn't afford.

Now, a year later, Julia still hadn't managed to earn Dean's respect. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how many hunts she tagged along for, it was never enough.

Because, in Dean's eyes, she was still just the kid who threw a barbecue in Bobby's honor and thought that made her a hunter.

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saltywithsarcasm · 4 months ago

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Chapter Four of Hair of Gold has been posted!

• Sanji & Zoro this time. Plus the Fire Tank Pirates

Kind of want to write more creepy fanboy Vito.

As the Straw Hat crew docks at the next island, they eagerly step into a vibrant marketplace and the air is filled with the scent of fruits and the sounds of haggling vendors. While navigating through the crowd of people, they unexpectedly bump into the Fire Tank Pirates. While Luffy greets their captain with his usual indifference, Sanji notices Vito already eyeing him with interest. Glancing over at Nami, he sees her give a subtle nod of encouragement, silently urging him to get along with Vito.

Thinking about what he put his friends through back on Whole Cake Island, the cook figures he can forsake his comfort for a few hours. With that in mind, he takes a deep breath and decides to reluctantly go along with it, knowing it's the least he can do. Sanji resists the urge to flinch as Vito approaches him, a broad smile plastered on his face.

“Ah, Master Sanji! It's so nice to see you again.” Vito exclaims and he forces a polite smile, recalling the events of Whole Cake Island. He knows he can endure this for a little while, especially considering the help the Fire Tank Pirates provided. “I see that you’re doing well.”

“Well as I can.” Sanji mutters under his breath, pulling out a cigarette to steady himself and figures he can use this time to grocery shop as well, distracting himself from the man’s overly friendly demeanor. The thought of fresh ingredients and a well-stocked kitchen helps him push through the awkwardness, knowing it's a small sacrifice for the crew. “I’m going to buy supplies for the ship if you want to tag along.”

Vito's eyes widen in genuine delight at the unexpected invitation, his face lights up and he eagerly falls into step behind the blonde. Sanji feels a bit uneasy, noticing Vito walking a little too close for his liking but keeps his discomfort to himself, though, glancing over the stalls and focusing on the fresh ingredients instead. His mind is half on the produce and half on the presence just a step behind him. The blonde has noticed how the man seems to have grown more fond of him than the rest of his family and he’s unsure if that's a good thing or not but he's grateful that the other pirate’s questions are about his own interests instead of Germa 66.

“I've heard you're an exceptional chef, Master Sanji.” Sanji senses the man hovering closely behind him as he picks up a piece of fruit to examine but he holds his tongue, deciding to concentrate on the produce in his hand instead of reacting to the uneasy closeness. “It would be an honor to taste some of your cooking, lelo.”

“Well, if our crews get along nicely, maybe we could set up camp by the shoreline.“ Sanji murmurs absentmindedly, regretting not bringing Franky or Usopp to help with the groceries. “I could cook up dinner for everyone.”

“I’ll be sure to tell the boys to be on their best behavior, lelo.” Vito reaches out, offering to take a few bags from Sanji with a steady hand and he stares him for a moment. Maybe Nami was right about getting along with him after all. “Our crew will pitch in with the dinner preparations, especially since we know how much your captain loves his food.”

Sanji spots Robin and Chopper browsing through books at a nearby stall and feels a wave of relief wash over him, reassuring himself that there's nothing to be worried about. He moves on to the next stall, casually glancing over the fresh fish laid out in neat rows. Just as he starts to relax, he hears Vito react to something and looks over to see him at another stall, one filled with Sora, Warrior of the Sea and Germa 66 merchandise. The man buys a poorly made figure of Ichiji and doesn't even try to hide it. However, when he returns to his side, Vito doesn't bring up Germa, for which he’s immensely grateful.

Sanji carefully selects the freshest and as he hands over the money, he looks up to thank the vendor but his gratitude is cut short. Dangling just inches from his face is a spider. His heart nearly stops at the sight and jumps back instinctively, his fear of creepy crawlies taking over. In his haste, he collides with the man behind him, nearly knocking them both off balance. Vito's lips twitch into a subtle grin as he watches the man he admires stumble back, clearly startled by the spider and places a steadying hand on his shoulder.

“Didn't realize a little spider would get to you like that.” Vito muses, pulling his hand back just as the blonde steps away and catches the quick flash of embarrassed frustration on the man’s face. “Want me to get it for you?” Vito reaches over Sanji, his arm brushing lightly against the cook as he grabs the spider with his bare hands and the sight makes his skin crawl. “These are pretty harmless, lelo. They’re common and eat pesky little insects that could potentially harm you.”

“I don’t like spiders.” Sanji mutters under his breath, grabbing his bags from the vendor and watches as Vito releases the spider into the grass. “I don’t care what they do as long as they stay the hell away from me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Vito's instant acceptance of his illogical fear takes him off guard because he half expected to be ridiculed but instead the cook is asked if he’d like for him to carry the fish as well. As much as Sanji appreciates getting help without the hassle of arguments, this level of servitude feels a bit unsettling like Vito is treating him like a prince instead of a fellow pirate. “Is there anything else on your list I can help with, lelo?”

“I just wanted to see if this island had any unique spices but that's all.” Sanji turns to look at the market stalls and spots a vendor with an array of colorful jars when his ears catch the unmistakable sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath. Instantly alert, he turns around to see a gleaming blade held menacingly at Vito’s throat and the taller man instinctively steps back, his hands raised in surrender but before Sanji can react further, he feels a firm hand clamp down on the back of his neck.

“You’re overstepping.” Zoro's tone carries an underlying threat as he raises the end of his sword and the cold steel forces Vito to take another step back. “Back off.”

Sanji glances at the swordsman before turning his attention to the other man, who’s placing the bags on the table beside them and follows through with the demand without a word. What confuses him even more is seeing Zoro step in between them, watching the fire tank pirate until he moves a considerable distance away and only then does he finally sheath his sword.

“Mind telling me what the hell that was about, mosshead?” Sanji asks, feeling the swordsman’s fingers lightly trace the hair on the back of his neck before withdrawing his hand and turns to face him. Zoro's face is hard to read as he glances over his shoulder, making sure the other guy is gone then turns back to him.

“I saw that guy sniff your hair when your back was turned.” Zoro explains as Sanji opens his mouth, ready to complain about him being the one to come to his rescue then pauses as his words sink in. He blinks before his lips part in disbelief but knows the brute wouldn't just make something like that up and the thought of how close that man had been standing behind him this entire time leaves him looking completely mortified. “Why were you shopping with that creep?”

“N-Nami said to be friendly-“

“There’s a difference in being friendly and whatever the hell that was, curly.”

“I had no idea he was doing it!” Sanji snarls, his face flushing with embarrassment and regrets not trusting his gut when he first sensed something was off. Zoro picks up the bags of groceries while Sanji, on the other hand, pulls out a cigarette and lights it up, taking a slow drag as the other starts walking away. “Where are you going?”

“Back to the ship?” Zoro halts and looks back at him, confusion written on his face as Sanji shakes his head, flicking the ashes off his cigarette and casually motions for him to follow him. “Just because I defended you, doesn’t mean I agreed to be your pack mule.”

“Shut up and come on.” Zoro reluctantly follows Sanji through the busy market, grumbling the whole way and when they finally stop at a liquor stall, the blonde waves at the selection. “Go ahead, pick two. My treat.”

Zoro's irritation starts to fade, replaced by confusion as he eyes him and notices the cook shifting uncomfortably. It's clear that the man must have really gotten under his skin, realizing that this might be Sanji's subtle way of thanking him for stepping in and handling Vito earlier.

Sanji can feel his stare burning into him, making him wish Zoro would just hurry up and pick something so they can get going. He feels his cheeks flush with an unexpected warmth and fidgets, trying to downplay the situation. He doesn't want this to turn into a big deal, it's just a small gesture of appreciation and doesn't need Zoro, of all people, worrying about him. Although, he doubts the swordsman actually cares, just caught off guard by the sudden, kind offer.

The cook flinches as he feels fingers run up the back of his neck and into his hair, the subtle rub of fingertips against the back of his head nearly making him choke on the cigarette smoke and snaps his head around to Zoro, only to find that the man isn't even looking at him. The swordsman picks up a single bottle and holds it up to read the label while Sanji swats his hand away from his hair.

“Why are you touching me with your gross hands?!”

“Luffy said it helps.” Zoro mutters, turning the bottle over as Sanji's anger evaporates and doesn’t how to respond. He isn't sure whether to be angry at Luffy for telling him that or to be surprised that Zoro is attempting to comfort him in the first place. “This one seems good enough.”

“Don’t you want another one?” Sanji, utterly baffled that Zoro would turn down another free booze, jerks his head away when the swordsman ruffles his hair.

“Nah, figuring out another way to mess with you is the other part of my treat.”

“Just don’t make it a habit or I’ll shave you bald.” Sanji gives a warning look, paying for the bottle that Zoro has already uncorked and taken a swig from.

He’s sure only Luffy and Zoro know about his coping mechanism, then again, he remembers Nami touching his hair only a few days ago and it was after their captain told her about his freak out. Could it have only been a coincidence? Or did Luffy let it slip to everyone?

“Curly, are you listening?” Zoro's voice cuts through his thoughts, bringing him back to the present moment and sees the swordsman watching him; It makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. “Is this all the stuff you need?”

“Yeah, this is everything for now.” Sanji mutters to himself, glancing over at the spices and figures he can just come back later once he calms down. He knows it’s only a matter of time before Vito approaches him again and hopes Luffy has enough sense not to want to share a meal with a rival crew.

Who is he kidding? It’s Luffy and he’s never one to turn down a party.

He’ll just have to confront Vito about his actions later and firmly establish some boundaries with him.

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 2 years ago

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Ikemen Sengoku (JP)

Kicho's Main Story Chapter 2 Part 2

JP Spoilers under the cut

???: "Mai."

Mai: "Mhmp!?"

A hand reached out from behind me and suddenly covered my mouth.

(Crap, I can't believe there's someone else here!)

Kicho: "Calm down."

Mai: "-----!"

I looked up only to see his hazel-green eyes.

(Kicho...)

After seeing me nod, Kicho moved his other hand to signal something.

Immediately, several men emerged from the shadows and ran straight to where I heard the voices.

Kicho: "You, come here."

He removed his hand from my mouth, grabbed me by the shoulders, and walked to the other side.

(What should I do? He knows I've been following him.)

Mai: "Um, I'm here because一"

Kicho: "The other day, we noticed that the guns we purchased were short in number.”

Kicho: “They were most likely stolen during the unloading process, so I had my men look into it and got word that a transaction would take place tonight."

Kicho: "We also learned that it's not just weapons that the culprit is dealing with. He’s also kidnapping people."

Mai: "-----!"

(Those guys were dangerous.)

Kicho: "After watching you all day, I realize you like to move around on your own, whether out of curiosity or for some other reason."

Kicho: "What would you do if they found you there and caught you?"

Kicho: "It doesn't matter if it's with a gun or a sword. Do you have anything that can protect you in the face of those who are several times more powerful than you?"

Mai: "No, I don't have anything."

Mai: "I know some self-defense, but I'm not confident in it."

Kicho: "That's right. In fact, just a few minutes ago, you couldn't move."

Kicho: "It's somewhat better than having no knowledge, but it won't help you if you're not prepared for an emergency."

Kicho: "Have some sense of urgency. Don't take life for granted."

I felt the air freeze as he slightly lowered his voice.

I could also feel his feelings coming through the strength of his hand touching my shoulder.

(I thought he was going to call me out for following him.)

(Is he mad at me because I did something careless?)

(This is getting more and more confusing.)

He told me earlier that the lives that will get dragged into the conflict are necessary sacrifices.

But now he's angry with me for putting myself in danger.

(What I should tell him now is一)

Mai: "I'll get stronger."

Kicho: "What do you mean?"

Mai: "There are many ways, but first of all, I want to be able to make the right decisions to protect myself in situations like this."

Mai: "I want to have a strong mindset that will help me think and move properly."

Kicho: "..............."

Kicho: "Yeah. That wouldn't be wrong either."

With a short reply, Kicho pulled his hand away.

Kicho: "Just up ahead, there's a man on standby. Have him take you back to the trading post."

Kicho: "I'll go back to where I was."

Mai: "Got it."

I nodded, and the darkness quickly engulfed him.

(He was being polite. To him, I'm just a servant whom he just met today.)

『 Don't take life for granted 』

I repeated his contradictory words in my head as I was escorted back to the trading post.

The next day

(I couldn't sleep at all because of all the thinking I was doing.)

With bags under my arm, I covered my yawn with my sleeves.

(I need to get my head in the game. Let's see. I think I need to deliver this to一)

Mitsuhide: "Oho? That's quite a big yawn, little mouse."

Mai: “Mitsuhide!?”

Mitsuhide narrowed his eyes at my surprise and held his index finger to his lips.

(I guess I was too loud.)

Mai: "Sorry for being so careless."

Mai: "Then, should I call you Micchan?"

Mitsuhide: "It's a rather simple name and something you wouldn't normally call me. Nice job."

Mai: "Well, I don't often call you by your name in the first place."

(I thought a little friendliness would've made the relationship less confusing.)

(But he's right. He doesn't seem like a Micchan.)

Mitsuhide: "By the way, it looks like you got into the trading post safely. How's work?"

Mai: "A lot has happened since day one, but I managed."

Mai: "Right now, I'm on my way to deliver a package."

As I said this, I showed him a simple map Kicho handed me.

Mitsuhide: "I see. By the way, what's that smell?"

Mai: "It's the perfume that Kicho gave me. He told me to wear it every day as a way to keep up appearances."

Mai: "We chatted for a bit on the first day, but I still don't have the key information."

Mitsuhide: "It's only the second day. Just the fact that you were able to sneak in is already an accomplishment."

(I guess? Still, that's reassuring.)

Mai: "Thank you. I'll do my best."

Mitsuhide: "Yeah. Also, I have some news that came in today."

Mitsuhide: "Apparently, Motonari Mouri is alive."

(Motonari?)

Mitsuhide said this calmly, and I responded in my usual manner to avoid suspicions from those passing by.

Mai: "What kind of person is he?"

Mitsuhide: "He is a fierce warlord from Aki in the Chugoku region who led a band of pirates."

Mitsuhide: "He's been missing for several years and was rumored to be dead, but apparently, he's alive."

Mai: "Is that good news?"

Mitsuhide: "I can't say. The Mori forces made peace with the Oda forces. But if the other side were to join forces with the enemy, it would be rendered null and void."

Mai: "Null and void?"

(I see. Like Kicho, there's a possibility that Motonari will betray the Oda forces.)

(It would be nice if he's simply hiding his life or death due to unavoidable circumstances, but一)

Mitsuhide: "Motonari is also known as the god of deceit."

Mitsuhide: "In the unlikely event that you come in contact with him, be very careful."

Mai: "I understand."

(As I thought, it’s not good to be optimistic.)

Mitsuhide said he would call on me again if he needed anything else and disappeared into the crowd with a look of familiarity.

After that, I finished delivering the requested package and was on my way home alone.

(Motonari Mouri, huh? I wonder what kind of guy he is.)

(There have already been rebellions in various places, so it would help to know if he is a friend of the Oda army or not as soon as possible.)

While I was here walking in the busy street, everyone else was running frantically through the battlefield.

I felt like I couldn't stand still just thinking about this.

(I need to get all the information I need at Kicho's place right away.)

(I can't ask him directly, so I have to ask someone close to him first.)

???: "Lady Mai."

Mai: "Hm?"

I turned around when someone called my name and saw Shojumaru smiling.

Shojumaru: "We meet again. Are you shopping today?"

(Right. Like this guy!)

Hoping he would help me, Shojumaru approached me with the same calm demeanor as yesterday.

Mai: "I delivered a package for work. I'm on my way home now."

Shojumaru: "I see. That must have been tough in an unfamiliar town."

Mai: "A little bit. But I managed since I have a map."

Shojumaru: "I'm glad to hear that."

Mai: "Thank you for yesterday. I won't get lost now."

Shojumaru: "Not at all. I left all the work to him, so I didn't do anything."

Shojumaru: "So, how did it go?"

Mai: "Um, what?"

Shojumaru: "You were too shy with him, so I thought that might help."

(He's really kind.)

Knowing that he cared about me warmed my heart.

(I feel like I'm taking advantage of his kindness.)

Mai: "About that, from your point of view, what kind of person is Kicho?"

Mai: "There are a lot of things about him that I can't grasp, especially when he talks about weird things."

Shojumaru: "Let's see."

He touched his ear in thoughtful silence.

Shojumaru: "I think we agree on some things, and he's a good business partner."

Shojumaru: "And, as you say, he does talk about weird things from time to time."

Mai: "Like?"

Shojumaru: "I dunno. It was an unfamiliar word, so I completely forgot about it."

Shojumaru: "You're really curious about him, huh?”

Mai: "Um, I'd like to build a good relationship with him if possible."

Shojumaru: "I see. You're very dedicated to your work."

Shojumaru: "But, as a merchant, he tends to be cautious when getting close to someone he has just met."

Shojumaru: "It might be better if you don't step in too soon."

Mai: "Really?"

Shojumaru: "Anyway, you said earlier that you were going back to the trading post."

Shojumaru: "I'm also on my way there now, so shall we go?"

I returned to the trading post with Shojumaru, and we parted as we entered the entrance.

After reporting that I had delivered the package, I grabbed a duster and started cleaning the building, as I had done yesterday.

(I asked him, but I really don't get it.)

(He said I shouldn't step in too soon, but I don't have that kind of time to slowly build a relationship with him.)

Mai: "Oh."

(I'm in front of his room.)

Somehow, I didn't realize that my hand was already on the doorknob, pushing it without too much resistance.

(It's unlocked.)

(So even a guy like him can be a little careless, huh?)

(Wait, he's in the guest room right now with Shojumaru on the first floor, and he won't be back anytime soon.)

(Is this my chance?)

『 Never enter it for any reason 』

Kicho's words from yesterday echoed in my head over and over again, but...

(I'm sorry!)

I pushed the door open.

Kicho's room was worthy of his title as the head of this trading post.

(Wow, this is like the guest room with all this furniture.)

(There's a lot of stuff, but it's so neat, just like Kicho.)

I was tempted to leave immediately and felt guilty for entering someone's room without permission, but I held my ground so as not to let this opportunity slip away.

(What's that on the desk?)

I found a pile of stacked papers and peeked in.

(I don't understand it at all.)

(I know it's a record of something being traded because of the numbers on it, but what language is this?)

I flipped through a few pages, not understanding what I was seeing.

(I wonder if Mitsuhide can read this. Anyway, I need to copy this.)

Mai: "----!"

My hand suddenly stopped as I heard footsteps coming from the other side of the door.

(Crap! Is it Kicho!?)

(How could the business meeting be over so quickly!?)

If I run out of the room, there's a possibility that I will bump into him.

If that happens, there's no way I can get away with it.

(Please, please, please be just a passerby!)

I desperately prayed in my heart as I hid under the desk.

But my prayers went unanswered.

Kicho's voice: "In two days, that thing will arrive. The number will be as few as three hundred."

???: "Well, it's better than nothing. No matter how many weapons we have, it's never enough."

(He's with someone.)

(I think I've heard this voice somewhere before, but who is it?)

When I quietly peeked through the gap, I saw Kicho and the person I had recently talked to.

(Shojumaru!? But the air around him is too different.)

When they sat in a chair, the man who looked like Shojumaru took out a cigar, and Kicho's eyebrows twitched.

Kicho: "Don't smoke in here."

Shojumaru?: "This place has a lot of rules. You even let me leave my weapons in the guest room."

Kicho: "All of this is done with a clear intention. Here, you will obey me."

Shojumaru?: "Ha! Aren't you a noble one? I can't believe you're the one who took over this place."

Kicho: "I'll use any means to achieve my goal."

Kicho: "Besides, you agreed on this plan, too. Motonari."

(Motonari!?)

I almost screamed when I heard his name.

(He's in alliance with him! Then that would make him an enemy of the Oda army.)

(I need to inform Mitsuhide right away!)

Motonari: "Ha! You're right."

Motonari: "So, tomorrow the ship一"

Kicho: "Wait."

Kicho: "Before that, let's check the rat who sneaked in here."

(Huh?)

Having said all that, Kicho turned slowly and glared at me with a sharp, unrelenting gaze, pinning me on the spot.

Kicho: "As I thought, it's you. Mai."

Motonari: "Heh. Looks like she ignored my advice."

Motonari: "Didn't you think it's weird that this guy forgot to lock the door today?"

Mai: "Um..."

The blood drained from my body as I became entangled in two beautifully colored gazes.

(I don't think I can get away with this.)

(He's going to kill me right here and now.)

Kicho: "You don't have to hide there anymore. Come here."

Kicho: "I'll listen to you."

After saying he would listen to me, Kicho left the room with Motonari and returned alone with a tea set.

The gentle afternoon sunlight framed his purplish, glossy black hair in a golden hue一the same color as the one drawn on the edge of the teacup in front of him.

(It's a view you can't help but admire.)

(If it weren't for these circumstances, I一)

Kicho: "..............."

Mai: "Um..."

Kicho: "It's about time."

He put down the pocket watch in his hand, lifted the teapot, and slowly poured a cup of amber tea.

Immediately the steam rose, and the delicious aroma of the tea reached me.

Kicho: "Here, drink."

Mai: "T-Thanks."

(Why is he doing this to me?)

I took a sip of the tea as I was told, not in the mood to ask why.

(I thought I couldn't taste it given the circumstances, but it's delicious.)

Kicho: "You drank it."

Mai: "Yes. Um, you're good at brewing tea."

Kicho: "It's something anyone can do once they learn it."

Kicho: "Still, how could you drink it without hesitation? Are you that prepared to die from the poison?"

Mai: "Poison!?"

My hand trembled, and I hurriedly put the cup back on the saucer, spilling some of it on my fingers.

Mai: "Hot!"

Kicho: "Calm down. I didn't say I put it in."

Mai: "What?"

Kicho: "Judging from your reaction, I'm guessing you didn't consider that there might be poison in there."

He stared at me一his eyes, skeptical and cautious, looked like he was trying to figure out who I was.

(Is he testing me?)

(Maybe the 'talk' he's talking about has already started.)

(If I fail here, this time, it'll really be the end. If that's the case一)

I have two secrets.

One is that I'm a spy from the Oda army, which I've been hiding from him, and the other is the secret I've been hiding from everyone in the Oda army.

(One or two, I have to take a gamble.)

Mai: "Actually, there's something I've been hiding from you."

Mai: "I don't know if you'll believe me, but can you hear me out?"

Kicho: "Yeah. What is it?"

Mai: "I came from five hundred years in the future."

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mayihavethisdancedear · 2 years ago

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Signed yours truly

(Azul x reader) + wingman Cater

♡ Reader is gender neutral ♡

◇ No warnings ◇

♧ 1.8k words ♧

You go to Mostro lounge's special masquerade party! Your crush, Azul is going to be there, and since most of your other friends are busy. Cater accompanies you! What will happen when you do a slow dance with him? Will you both reveal your feelings or is it only one-sided?

You have been invited to Mostro lounges masquerade ball, they said it was a promotional event for the business. I guess it worked since you're going and of course, you had to buy a ticket beforehand. You asked anyone else if they wanted to go and deuce, Grim, and ace all had to study because they were falling behind (Not because they were scared of the infamous trio). Cater overheard you discussing it and said he would go with you for his magicam photos and that the two of you should get a makeover.

So that is what the two of you did and went to Sam's shop and he was right he really does sell everything even the most perfect outfit for you. Sam also had these fantastic masks in store too with all kinds of animals and just general plain ones. You picked out your favorite one and it went along great with your outfit. Cater picked out a red diamond-themed mask and said he already had an outfit ready. You both then headed back to his dorm since he had everything you could have to look good in magicam or just in general.

"Do you really think I look good, Cater?" He put down his makeup brush and said "Um, duh I did your outfit, makeup, and hair. Of course, you look good!" You look at him and smile "Thanks Cater I'm just nervous I normally so busy with the boys that I never get a chance out." He looks at you and laughs "Omg, you sound like a parent! But listen up, just enjoy yourself. I'm sure you'll have a great time." You nod and then think about Azul you can't deny he had your interest before he overblotted he just looked so interesting.

Cater looks at you sitting on his desk chair as he sits on his bed doing his makeup. He stops and turns to you and says "Are you going because there's a cute boy you like?" Your cheeks start feeling warm and you say "What?! I mean what are you talking about-" "Omg, you do! You gotta tell me I'll be your wingman." He does a little pose as you laugh, "Oh lemme guess, Kalim?" "Cute, but no." "Umm, Jade?" "No, but they're in that dorm." He stops and thinks and then he says "I know it's not Floyd... omg, I got it! Is it Azul?" You stop and get flustered and you hide your hands behind you face and he stands up.

"It's Azul!? After he scammed you and everything? I mean you do you." He sits back down and you put your hands on your knees "Yes, it's Azul, he just so charming and handsome, he has a soft spot he just doesn't like to show it." You think back to when you all went to the museum after you fixed everything. "Alright then, Mx. Ashengrotto, you ready to go then? "Stop Cater!" You playfully yell at him "Fine, y/n but I'm gonna help you get your man."

You both finally arrived at Mostro lounge while walking along the way he gave you a pep talk, talked about how amazing we both looked, and took some amazing photos. You both stand at the door and walk in to be greeted by Jade. "Ah, y/n and Cater it's nice to have the both of you here." He smiles politely at you two and then Cater says "Where's you boss?" You nudge him a bit and say "Cater!" He looks and you confused and then smirks a bit when Jade says "Ah Azul, Are you looking for him Cater?" "Nope, just my friend here." He winks as you sigh.

"I'll go fetch him for you." You quickly grab Jade's arm and say "Nope, you don't have to Jade. We'll go find him!" You smile and quickly walk away with Cater. You two eventually just hang out and get those expensive drinks but luckily they were included in the ticket. You two dance a bit and have fun as time passes until you see Azul. "Um, Cater." He looks at you and then spots someone "Omg that's Vil! Maybe he'll be in my magicam post! Brb y/n." He quickly runs off before you can say anything. Your back faces him until you hear footsteps getting closer to you.

You turn around and see him, his outfit is amazing, very detailed with his coat, shirt, and especially his hat. You see his mask is made of tentacles with a bit of purple and black. "Good evening y/n." He lightly smiles, "Oh, yes good evening Azul!" You smile and bit hoping that, and the dimmed lights will hide your blush. "My, my, y/n that outfit looks stunning on you, especially your mask. Very elegant." He puts one of his hands up to his chin before you can respond to him, he says "A little eel told me you were looking for me?" "Oh, oh yes! It was mostly Cater saying that." He frowns a bit, "But I did want to see you."

He smiles and says "Great, we're you looking for a contract?" You can tell he's joking, you hope. You laugh and say "I might, I have a hypothetical question. Can you make people fall in love with you?" He looks quite surprised and a bit upset but resumes his posture. "Do you... like someone, y/n? I could of course make someone go out with you but now, my interest is peaked." You feel flushed for even asking that question and his response just made you feel even warmer. "I think it's better if we discuss this later, don't you think?" You nod as he looks at the dance floor and says "Y/n, may I offer you a dance?" He bows and smiles while looking up and you. "Yes, of course, Azul!" He then takes your hand his gloved one and leads you over to a waltzing-like song playing.

He puts one hand on your waist and the other in his hand as you put your hand on his shoulder blade. This all feels surreal, I mean sure he knew you but is this act of kindness or fondness? You two waltz and dance around as you notice Azul trying to keep up but he stumbles now and then. He looks down at his feet and then at you and says "I must admit I didn't know how to waltz until a few days ago. It was Jade, who taught me the twins are much better at dancing than I." You giggle a bit and say "Don't worry I appreciate the effort you put into this, yo- Mostro lounge looks beautiful." You hope he didn't notice your mishap in your sentence. He smiles and states "I'm glad you think that, dear."

The song is close to an end as you almost trip he catches you and holds you up a bit, you look at him a bit embarrassed. You both get back into your position and smile about being in Azul's embrace until you look over your shoulder and see Cater with his phone out pointed at the two of you. You shoot a glance at him and he gives you a thumbs up. You shoot a glance at him and he gives you a thumbs up. Azuls facing the opposite way of your looks straight, not meeting your gaze. "Are you looking at someone, y/n? Is it the one you wish to date?" You look at him kinda surprised I thought he said he didn't want to talk about it right now.

"No, it's not I'm just worried I don't know if they'll like me back or not. They feel way out of my league. Oh sorry for spilling this all out on you." He looks at you "Nonsense, I'm sure anyone would be glad to have you." You are shocked now, "Really you mean that?" He nods and smiles and says "I mean you look quite divine tonight, here among these vibrant lights." He smiles and spins you around and catches you and fall back into your places "Pure delights surround us as we dance." The song ends and he pulls away and gets on one knee to kiss your hand.

"Signed yours truly, the octopus."

(I was going to end it here but let's keep going)

You look down at him shocked, you then smile as he gets back up and says "I'm sorry if that was embarrassing." He nervously chuckles and you respond "No! Not at all Azul. I enjoyed it." You grab his hand and hold it with both of your hands. You both hand, in hand walk off the dance floor and he says "Would you like to discuss the contract, in my office?" You nod as you both go into his office it's much quieter and away from everything.

He sits down in his chair as you sit across from him, he takes off his mask and sighs "So, who's the lucky gentleman?" He smiles almost sadly. You shuffle with your hands and look at him. "Well, he's charming, smart, and I guess you could say he's very alluring." He put his hands together on the desk while looking at you. "Well y/n, that doesn't give me much information, if it's someone I know, I can perhaps guess." "Oh? So who do you think it is?" He gives a curious gaze as he looks at the wall. "Hmm, oh, you do hang around with Jack, don't you? He is good boyfriend material, Strong, pretty smart, and charming." You sigh and grab his hand "It's... you Azul. You have all those features and even before and after you overblotted you always seemed so unique and handsome..." You smile and he shows a stunned expression.

"R-Really? I mean this is quite unexpected." "After you danced with me, I truly knew I liked you." He smiles and says "I guess we don't need a contract then do we?" "Only a date time." "Well, I'll meet you at mostro lounge, Thursday, at 7:30?" "How'd you know that's the only time I'm available?" "I have my ways."

After-party:

"Bye Azul, I'll see you later." You blow him a kiss as Jade, Floyd, and Azul wave farewell as you leave with Cater. "Ohhh, Azul has a date with shrimpy!" "Floyd-" "Azul finally gets their first lover. How unexpected." "Jade!" "We're just kidding Azul." Azul sighs as the twins laugh.

"Wait till everyone here's about this, especially your freshman friends." Cater states, you laugh and say "They're gonna freak out."

Next day:

"Y/n! Why does Cater have a post of you saying hanging out with the lovebirds #relationshipgoals #mostrolounge #cutiepies with you and Azul dancing in the background!?!?"

Authors Note: I loved writing this and didn't want it to end so I kept going! Hope you all love it as much as I do, and I probably should've been working on my assignments but whatever! :p I hope you guys know the lyrics I put into this, thanks to miracle music. I also think it's quite obvious to tell what kind of characters I like writing for. Again hope it's not cringe or too sappy. Hope you all enjoy it!

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Hidden Depths 19

Awakenings 1 2 3 4Hidden Depths 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18Hidden Depths: A Side Story Hidden Depths: Another Perspective

Alia, being the only biological person, ate her dinner with gusto. Gord took a few bites to be polite, but stuck with coffee. Lucas, who never really liked the idea of eating anyway, just sat.

"So, how's the colony?" Alia asked, as she went for another serving of pasta.

"Eh, it's not much to speak about." Gord said. "The planet is much too dry for the K'laxi, so they really only have the one town and that's it. All the excitement happens on Starbase."

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"It's pretty great. It's the first joint Human/K'laxi place we set up, so it's been around the longest. Humans and K'laxi have been living together for more than a century there."

"Wow, the things you miss while you're in hibernation for five hundred years." Alia giggled. "Tell me about the K'laxi. How are they?"

Gord smiled. "They're pretty great. They come from a planet that is almost, but not quite Earthlike. Smaller, lighter, around a sun that's more orange, and get this: they don't have seasons."

"No. Way."

Gord nodded. "God's honest truth. Their planet is straight up and down, no tilt at all, and their orbit is practically a perfect circle. It's basically a cool fall day there every day, all the time."

"What are they like?"

"Every one I've met has been incredibly nice, no exception. You've seen photos?"

"There was one, her name was Fellmeli I think, who sent us the messages."

"Oh yeah, she's one of the Administrators of Starbase. Good head on her shoulders. Anyway, so you've seen them. Those ears of theirs? They're very expressive. They practically do all of our facial expressions with their ears. Takes a minute to learn them, but once you do it's innate. Same with their tails. They're prehensile, they can move and grab with them. They get along well with us and humans too. I know of at least a few pairings that wound up in marriage and a K'laxi dating a human and vise versa is no big deal. K'laxi serve on human ships and humans have posted to K'laxi ones."

"Wow. So we have new friends in the galaxy" Alia said

"That's just it. New friends." Gord said smiling.

"That's nice and all..." Greylock cut in. "But you and Lucas and Resort and Express wouldn't be here if it was all fluffy bunnies. Fellmeli said that there was an incident. What's going on?"

Gord's face darkened. "Venus. Venus is going on."

Alia looked surprised. "The resort planet?"

"Not anymore. They've decided they would rather be in charge than fleece vacationers. They built up a navy in the last one hundred years and took over the Sol system. I think the OPA is holding their own, but it's probably just because they're so small and spread out. Earth is under Venus' control and they set up a Vichy government. Previously, they let Earth manage the colonies but it looks like they're tired of that. When I left there was a Venusian dreadnought and troop carrier coming into the joint Starbase."

Alia shrugged. "That's bad for Earth, but I don't see how the colonies care. One government to complain about is basically the same when you're between 25 and 200 light years away."

"Alia, they don't think AIs are people."

"What? That's ludicrous. That question was answered two millennia ago."

"I know, I know. I was there. And yet. They think I'm not a person and have decided to enforce that ruling."

"Well fuck them then. We gotta stop them." Alia finished her dinner. "How do we help?"

Back in the Mindspace, Gord looked at Greylock. "Hey Greylock, you have the cargo manifest?"

"Got it right here Gord. I think I see where you're going. We have a light Frigate, a heavy Destroyer, a cargo ship and a smaller dry dock class printer."

So three ships, and we just so happen to have three folks here who have the ability to pilot them." Gord said, grinning. "Lucas, you want to be a Frigate again?"

Lucas shrugged. "Sure, I can do that."

Gord clapped him on the back "Beauty. Greylock, I've got some ideas about the ships, let's see about applying some upgrades before we link in. Shouldn't take too long to print since you have such large printers. Did you get the wormhole generator and ancillaries done?"

"We got it done a while ago Gord." Alia says. "Ran the simulations too, it should work fine."

"Excellent. Greylock, I'm going to toss you some plans, let's get those printers cooking and get these ships upgraded. I want to have a surprise for Venus when we link in."

Greylock looked at the plans. “You sure, Gord? These look…suspicious.” Gord grinned. “I’m super sure. Don’t worry. They’ll work a treat. I’ve done it before.”

Greylock raised an eyebrow but said "You got it Gord, I'll get the printers going and the remotes can do the installs while we brake."

While Gord and Greylock were talking, Lucas turned to Alia. "Alia, can I ask you about your augmentations?"

She side-eyed Lucas. "Maybe, Lucas. What do you want to know?"

"Well, you volunteered for it right? Why?"

"Oh that's easy. I thought it would be really cool to be able to connect directly to computers and possibly be able to get upgrades to my body."

Lucas was taken aback. "That's it?"

Alia nodded "Why? What's wrong with that? Do you know how much stuff Humanity has done because it seemed like a cool thing to do?"

"I guess." Lucas looked disappointed.

"Wait, you were thinking there was some kind of underlying reasoning for me wanting to become a cyborg? Not really. I saw the ad asking for volunteers on the subway as I was headed to my dead end job and thought it looked neat and so I signed up." She shrugged. "It was super cool, and look!" She gestured "This is WAY better than just being a nobody who works at a coffee shop. I'm co-captain of a colony ship!"

Lucas changed tactics "Okay, but why is Gord always grumbling about the program and why does he always look pained when he speaks about it - if he speaks about it at all?"

Now, Alias face was serious. "The program was a failure. Most humans who underwent the surgery died. Either from infection or from their bodies rejecting the mods or from the mods themselves causing problems."

Lucas' eyes went wide. "How many people were a success?"

Alia thought a moment. "I don't remember." She turned and looked at Gord. "Hey Gord, how many people survived the cybernetics trial?"

"14" Gord said flatly.

"And how many volunteers were there?"

"Two hundred and seventeen made it through the screening. There was over ten thousand applicants before we closed the application process."

"Oh." Was all Lucas could manage. "Why didn't it effect you?"

Alia looked thoughtful. "I don't know really. My mods were all computational and brain augmentations. I wasn't on the group that did limbs or organs." She thumped her chest. "I'm all meat here." She pointed to the base of her brain and her eyes flashed blue. "I'm computer here. Maybe that was part of it."

"Are you glad you did it?"

"Sure. Look. By the time I came on, Gord and his team knew that it probably wasn't going to work. I was in the last accepted group before the program was shut down. I probably have the latest versions of the mods, the ones most likely to succeed. If they had kept the program going, they probably would have been able to make it work for just about everyone. People got spooked though at the deaths, and so the funding was pulled."

"For good reason." Gord said. "We should have stopped sooner. Over two hundred people died for no good reason."

"Gord, we've been over this. They knew the risks. Hell, I remember you telling people that it was going to be harder than you had thought and that people's bodies were rejecting the mods, and anyone could leave the program at any time and receive a full payout. How many people left?"

"Three." Gord said sadly. "The only smart ones in the group."

"Don't be mean Gord." Alia chided. "You know how medical trials go. The people that don't want the tech don't sign up. Everyone who was left knew what they were in for."

"So you think the program should have continued?" Lucas asked, carefully."

Alia nodded. "Yes. I am biased because I made it through, but I see a real benefit to my mods. It's easier for me to come in and out of hibernation, I can interface directly with AIs and computers, I learn languages just by loading the software, I can even be taught gross motor skills. Refinement takes practice, but it's a real shortcut. Look!"

Alia gets up and from a standstill goes a backflip. "That? I didn't know how to do that until I was modded. Now, I can do a backflip. It's not super useful, but it's a great demonstration. I really truly believe that if more people got cybernetic mods this whole AI aren't people thing would disappear. The differences would blend until people would barely be able to tell!."

"Or the anti AI folks would have a whole new group of people to oppress." Gord added darkly.

Alia was sanguine. "I think in the end, most people are generally good and want to do good where they can, how they understand it. If we were able to get the side-effects of the cybernetic mods curtailed, people would jump at the chance."

"The point is moot anyway." Gord said "Nobody will open up that can of worms again."

Alia raised an eyebrow and looked at Lucas. Lucas said nothing and shrugged.

"Okay, so Gord. Tell me about next steps. We have to stop right?"

"That's right Alia. We're going to thrust at a combined eighteen gee to get you slowed down relative to Starbase in 4 days or so, then we'll activate your wormhole generator and link all of us over. Venus doesn't know what we're doing and doesn't know about Mt Greylock, so it'll be a complete surprise. Then, between our ships, the colony ship, the Starjumpers and any help Chloe was able to scare up, we should be able to run Venus off."

Alia looked at Gord. "That's your plan??"

"Yes?"

"Gord, that's so..so you." She said, exasperated. "That's barely a plan at all! It relies on so many external factors going exactly the way you expect them to."

"Chloe knows her stuff. She'll get us help. She can link beacons around to the colony worlds and to the other AIs, they can also send folks to talk to the K'laxi direct. It won't be just us. Trust me Alia." Gord said gently.

"I do Gord, you know I do." She thought. "Okay, eighteen gee is probably fine for you all, but what about me? How am I-" and she glared at Gord here "-and all fifty thousand people in hibernation going to do it?"

"That part is actually easy." Greylock said. "You'll just get back into your hibernation cabinet. Everyone already there will be fine. I'll adjust the pressure settings and make sure they're oriented flat to the plane of acceleration. They can take it fine."

"But, I'll need to be awake to coordinate. I can't go back into hibernation."

"And you won't. You'll maintain your neural link and be completely in the Mindspace, coordinating with Gord, Lucas, Express, and Resort. You just won't be able to use your body for a while then."

Alia looked skeptical. "And you're sure that'll work."

Gord spoke this time. "It'll work. I've talked it over with Greylock. Your mods will take over the heavy lifting while you're under, but you'll still be there, you'll still be you and you'll be helping us while we brake and coordinate our response. In fact you're going to have to pilot one of the ships."

"By myself? I've never done that before!"

Gord smiled "First time for everything. It'll be fine. You're helping out with a big colony ship. A Heavy Destroyer is nothing."

Alia looked surprised. "You just asked Lucas to be the Frigate. I figured you were going to be the Heavy Destroyer."

Gord waved his hands dismissively. "Nah nah, I'll be the cargo ship. Greylock and I have added new toys to it and it's more my speed anyway. I've been a warship. That's not for me anymore."

Express chimed in now laughing. "Don't worry Alia, we won't haze you about your first run as a ship."

"At least, not too hard." Resort said also laughing.

Gord looked at both of them "Be nice you two. I remember when both of you were newbies. Did I make fun of you?"

"Constantly." Express said.

"Every time you saw me." Resort said.

"Yeah, well it was done out of love." Gord said grumbling. "Anyway, we'll get you in your cabinet, and moved over to the Destroyer. You'd ride things out there, and when we link in you can launch and we can kick some Venus ass."

"Gord." Lucas said seriously "What about naming?"

"Hmm? Gord looked over at Lucas."

"The ships in Greylock are just empty shells right? We have to name them when they get occupied."

"Good point." Gord said, nodding. "I knew there was a good reason to keep you around. Yes, the ships will need to be named." Gord thought for a moment. "I'll take the name...Gordian Knot."

Everyone groaned.

Lucas said "Really? Really Gord? Fine. I'll be...Friendly Wave"

Gord laughed. "Hah, I like it. Ironic." He turned to Alia. "Okay hon, your turn. What's your new name going to be?"

"Hmm...I'll be Superliminal. Because I got here the slowest, right?"

"A little on the nose, but it has a nice ring to it." Gord said. "Okay, get to your cabinet. Lucas and I will wheel you in and strap you down and get the connections set. Then we'll go over to our ships and do the same."

"Hey Alia?" Greylock said.

"Yes Greylock?" Alia looked at her old friend. In the mindspace, Greylook smiled sadly. "Thanks for being captain with me. We did good work together."

"Oh Greylock." Alia ran over and hugged her friend. "We did great work. And it's not done yet. We still have to get our passengers home and kick some Venusian ass."

"Damn right we do." Gord said. "Let's go everyone. We've got a busy schedule"

Part 20

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The Avengers: Part Five

Pairing: Loki x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

Natasha escorts you three into the bridge where a ton more people are. Computers on both sides with people working on all of them. There is a long table in the center of the room with Nick Fury and Maria Hill posted on a small platform with a control desk.

"Gentlemen. Ladies," Fury greets. Fury moves to go past Steve when your friend stops him suddenly. He pulls out a ten-dollar bill and hands it to Fury. Nick takes the money and walks over to Bruce who is still shy about everything. "Doctor, thank you for coming."

"Thank you for asking nicely." Bruce looks at you and shakes Fury's hand politely. "So, uh, how long am I staying?"

"Once we get our hands on the Tesseract, you're in the clear."

"Where are you with that?"

Fury points to Phil so he can explain it to him. Natasha looks at one of the computers that has Clint's picture on it. Clint is her best friend whom she owes everything to. She's not going to go down without a fight. She is going to bring him back home.

"We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet--cellphones, laptops, tablets. If it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us."

"That's still not gonna find them in time," Natasha sighs.

"You have to narrow the field. How many spectrometers do you have access to?" Bruce asks Fury.

"How many are there?"

"Call every lab you know, tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm based on cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places. Do you have somewhere for me to work?"

"Agent Romanoff, would you show Dr.Banner to his laboratory, please?"

Natasha walks past you without a look in your direction.

"You're gonna love it, Doc. We got all the toys."

It's going to take a while to track down Loki, and you're not needed for that. The computers will do it for you, so you decide to take a little break to gather your thoughts.

"Hey, are you okay?" Steve asks when you walk past him.

"I just need some air. I'll be back."

You walk out of the bridge and onto the long airstrip. This process is going to take all day but you'd rather enjoy the sunset from out here than in there. You're high above the clouds so that you can't see the world below you. There is nothing preventing you from seeing such a beautiful sunset. You walk to the edge of the helicarrier and sit down so that your legs dangle off the edge and right above one of the wind turbines. The sky is beaming with pink, orange, and purple colors. The clouds look like a blanket you can just walk over.

It's truly beautiful.

"They told me you were outside."

You look back to see Natasha walking out to you.

"Hi," you say and immediately get up. "I needed to get away from everyone for a bit. You know how that goes." She nods and uncomfortable silence fills the space between you two. "Nat, I am so sorry."

"What happened? You were just... gone."

"I don't know. I was sent to Asgard. I don't know why I ended up there. I tried to leave but Thor just dragged me along with him. I--I don't have an excuse. I didn't realize two years had passed. Time works differently on Asgard than it does here."

"I thought you left me like you didn't want to be with me. It's hard for me to let people in, and I thought you... I was pissed at you for a long time."

"I know. I really am sorry." Again, more uncomfortable silence. "Just because two years have passed, doesn't mean I don't think you're still gorgeous. You are."

"Does that mean...? You know, between us...?"

You fill in the missing words of her questions on your own.

"I think you're amazing. I think you deserve all the love in the world, as cheesy as that sounds. I think if given another opportunity, we can be something, but I don't think it's right now." Loki pops into your head, and you try to will it away. "I have to figure out my feelings for someone before I try to enter a new relationship. I don't want to string you along or take advantage of you. If we do date, I want you to know you have my whole heart. My heart just isn't whole right now."

"You really know how to let a girl down easy," she chuckles.

"I do really want to be your friend. Do you want to be mine?"

"Yeah," she nods with a smile.

"Good. I can't wait to tell you what I've been up to for the past two years."

"If it has anything to do with what happened in New Mexico, I kind of have an idea." You two walk back inside the bridge to see people running around like they have their heads cut off. "What's going on?"

"We got a hit. Seventy-nine percent match."

"Location?"

"Stuttgart, Germany. He's not exactly hiding."

"Captain. Y/N. You two are up," Fury says. "Y/N, we made a suit for you while you were gone. It might help with the fire and ice powers. Plus, it looks cool."

"Thanks," you say.

You've never had an issue with your clothes burning off whenever you used your fire powers, but it'll be nice to have a uniform like everyone else. It's nice to have someone who cares enough about you to make you one even after being missing for two years. It's very form-fitting but has a material that allows you to move comfortably and breathe properly though. Fury though it was funny to make the colors match your powers... kind of.

You and Steve arrive in Germany before more people can be killed. Natasha is on standby in the Quinjet just in case she needs to be the big guns. Tony still hasn't shown up to help, and now you're not so confident Phil got through to him. If you know Tony, and you do, then he'll join this team on his terms.

When you fly in, there is a crowd of people at Loki's mercy. They are all kneeling in front of him, and he's put up illusions of himself around the perimeter to keep them in check. Even from where you are in the sky, you can see how much pain he's in. He's broken and angry and someone is manipulating him for their own selfish greed. Everyone around him is quiet as they don't know what he is going to do next, and he holds his arms out, smiling.

"Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state? It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life's joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel."

An elder German man stands up despite how fearful everyone is of Loki.

"Not to men like you."

"There are no men like me," Loki grins.

"There are always men like you."

"Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example."

Loki raises his scepter to blast the old man back when Steve comes barreling in like a hero. He slams to the ground in front of the old man and deflects the blast from the scepter. The blast ricochets off the shield and back at Loki who crumbles to the ground. You fly in next to Steve but stay in the air with your hands up in flames.

"You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing."

"The Avatar," Loki sneers and looks up at you. "The soldier. A man out of time."

"I'm not the one who's out of time."

Natasha comes swooping down with the Quinjet and a machine gun slides out of the bottom of it and points at Loki.

"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down," she says over the PA system.

Loki blasts the Quinjet but Natasha quickly maneuvers out of the way, giving Steve time to throw the shield at Loki. Loki shoots the shield with the scepter while Steve runs at him at full force. You muster up fireballs and throw them in Loki's direction, causing him to be smart about how he is fighting. Where Loki uses his scepter to fend off Steve, your best friend is using hand-to-hand combat to defeat Loki.

Still, Loki is a much more skilled fighter than Steve is and knocks him down completely. Steve is on his knees with his head bowed and Loki shoves the end of the scepter into his helmet to keep him there.

"Kneel."

"I don't think so," you say from behind Loki.

Loki turns just in time to see the shield coming right at him. You have grabbed it and are now using it to whack some sense into him. You smack the side of the shield into his body and he goes flying off to the side, freeing Steve. You hand him the shield back before walking over to Loki who is just now getting back on his feet. He quickly points the tip of the scepter to your chest to mind control you, but it doesn't go quite according to plan. When the power inside the scepter collides with the power inside you, it explodes as if they aren't meant to be mixing together. You and Loki go flying back, and you hit your head on the concrete.

Steve rushes at Loki but the God grabs your friend and tosses him to the side like he's a ragdoll. Natasha comes swooping in to try and help, but Loki has cast a bunch of illusions to make it more difficult for her to figure out which is the real him.

Suddenly, the loudspeaker on the Quinjet roars to life, and ACDC's Shoot to Thrill starts playing loudly. That can only mean one thing. Tony comes flying in like the hero he is and blasts Loki away with the repulsor on his chest. Loki smacks the stairs leading up to a building. That is enough to take him down, especially when Tony aims everything he's got at the God.

"Make your move, Reindeer Games." Loki puts his hands up in surrender, and his golden armor shimmers away. "Good move."

"Hey, Tony," you say and join the duo.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know, had to come back."

"I thought you were dead."

"I'm not."

"I can see that."

"Mr. Stark," Steve says.

"Captain."

Loki is taken as a prisoner onto the Quinjet. With him in custody, Fury wants him back at the Helicarrier as soon as possible. Natasha is piloting the aircraft, Steve and Tony are whispering to each other by the cockpit like school girls, and you're sitting next to Loki on the side... just staring at him. He can't seem to look you in the eyes now that he's forced to be with you. He can't take the heat of you burning holes in his head.

"Y/N..."

"Shut up," you immediately cut him off. "Fuck you."

He looks into your eyes, and much like before, your reality is swirling into the past.

Asgard is known for many things, but the one thing they love to uphold is their annual balls where they invite everyone in the kingdom to come and celebrate in the castle. People of all classes show up to enjoy good food and delicious wine, and to laugh among their peers. The royal family can get so many things wrong, but this is one thing that everyone looks forward to.

You obviously don't have any clothes since everything you own is back on Xenia, but Loki pulled something out of a closet that is just your size. It's a beautiful gown that reaches your feet. Even in the heels he's given you, your feet are barely visible. The color is a dark forest green that doesn't puff out like most ball gowns. While it does have a bit of volume, it's relatively close to your body. The straps are ones that you tie together like a bow, and the top of the dress is covered with even darker-colored rhinestones that seem to drip down as if it's melting.

It's perfect for someone who is Loki's date.

Once you're done getting ready, you walk over to Loki's room to see if he is. You knock once and enter without waiting for his permission. He is facing the floor-length mirror in an all-black suit including the undershirt. The jacket he's wearing over it is unbuttoned so that you can see how form-fitting the undershirt is. He is working on his tie that he can't seem to get right away. When he does, he buttons up the rest of his jacket to complete the look.

His eyes shift from his task to you, and his breath is taken away. You walk closer to him until he is forced to turn to face you in order to see things more clearly.

"You look very handsome," you grin and wrap your arms around his neck.

"You look stunning. Absolutely ravishing."

His blue eyes shine brightly against the darkness of his suit.

You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. You shake your head in disappointment and leave his side. Steve knows how overwhelming this is for you and welcomes you into his arms. You look over at Loki to see him watching you with careful eyes.

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naomikocho · 7 days ago

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Chapter 3 ×biker's bibliophile×

Tuesday, 3pm, bookstore

You were reloading a few shelves that had gone empty when a random girl snatched the book you were about to put on the shelf out of your hands "ooh this one looks nice..." She read the books storyline on the back of the book. You were about to put another book when she dropped the one she was holding and snatched the one you were about to put "...miss...I'm sorry but you haven't bought these books yet so you have to be careful with them" you said politely "shut up I'm the customer here" she spats at your face then continued to look at the books you put on the shelves "hey Y/N how are you...doing? " Dheo suddenly appeared behind you " I'm fine..." you were about to bend down to get the books on the floor but he stopped you "Hey you!" He called the mean girl " huh? Oh my gosh what do you need my number??" She clung to him with hearts in her eyes "no, go pick up the books you threw on the ground" he shoved her away with a disgusted look on his face she glared at him and picked up the books then put it back on the shelf. "What do you even see in...her anyways? Im way prettier that her" The mean girl points at you. He just ignored her and pulled you away "Y/N.. do you wanna go have dinner with me tonight? Your friend said that your shift is finishing soon right?" he holds your hand " uhm...I want to...but I promised to babysit my niece...my sister has a night date with her husband..." You looked at him apologeticly "That's ok we can have a date at your home my home? You can bring your niece along! I don't mind I don't hate kids either" he looks at you brightly "sure? You don't mind?" And he just nodded " ok then I'll be at your apartment at 5? I'll buy snacks we can do anything you want!" He sounds so excited"ok I'll wait for you then...uhm...by the way do you want to...stay the night perhaps?" You questioned him "stay the night? Sure anything you ask" he smiled at you. Your heart beated he looks so charming. That night you were baking a brownie with your niece when the doorbell rang " wait here ok?" You told your niece she nodded and kept mixing the brownie batter. You walked to the front door of your apartment and opened it "hey Y/N.." Dheo said shyly while holding a bouquet. "Hey you're here uhm come in we're making brownies right now. Do you want to join us?" You asked while locking the door "yea sure-" before he could finish a small 4 year old girl came running into the living room "auntie who was- -gasp- are you aunties boyfriend!!" She gasped loudly clearly excited "no he's just a friend that i think you would love."you picked her up "ohh hi Mr!!" She waved to Dheo "hello..I've heard a lot of stories about you" he pat her head "uhm let's go continue baking the brownies hm?" You walked to the kitchen...

Cliffhanger!!

Author's note

I haven't been able to post much because I've been busy with school plus I have had headaches for the past few days I'm sorry for the cliffhanger I will continue the story in chapter 3

#fantasy #bikerboy #lovestory

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vole-mon-amour · 1 year ago

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This has been in my drafts for a while. For now I decided I don't want to finish Edgerunners. I watched until ep6 and stopped. It's boring, very average, and disappointing, considering all the hype. I'm posting it just so I remember this. The best thing about this show was all 5 seconds of Rogue. My queen. The game is way better.

1x01.

I understand where that is coming from, but damn.

Overall, quite in character for the universe, I think. While in the gave we've been stripped of everything, Jackie helps us. And by the time we get to play, we already have *some* chrome and abilities. Personally, I like to loot everything I see and then sell. Then upgrade my characters, start crafting, money come with gigs.

This dude? Still a kid, had nothing, everyone wants to rip him off, even his fixer is a piece of shit (while V has Viktor whose an absolute sweetheart, and Johnny had his own fixer that would fix Johnny no matter how bad Johnny was willing to fuck his body (read: new liver getting installed without being asked bc the older one was completely destroyed.))

The music was very nice! All the sounds of calls, the stylization, the apartment, the city. Goons shooting you bc they're chasing other goons. Just yesterday I encountered cops in the game that were chasing some goons and shooting them & they pushed V aside with their car. When I helped the cops but got too close, they were ready to attack me, too. While other cops in another situation exhale in relief and thank me. What a wild universe.

I'm sad the series has anime style, I'd prefer something out of Arcane, but for the lack of anything else, I'll have to take this.

1x02.

Ahhh!!! This would've been SO good in realism. I still haven't tried those arms btw. So used to non-lethal.

I hope his ripperdoc get DESTROYED. Vik would beat the shit out of him & rightfully so.

She's like Judy or something? Or a mix of Evelyn and Judy? The ending though... HUH???

1x03.

The quick hacking <3 This is soooo !!!

Baby girl. Baby.

I recognize that beat without even seeing the scenery. Then the bouncer, the green lighting. <333

Where is my queen?? Where is my beloved???

What a cutie pie.

I see you, references to the game. I see you.

It's LITERALLY the first real mission with Jackie in the game (unless you're a nomad, of course, then it's the iguana).

Aww.

THERE IS MY QUEEN!!!!! It's so fucking nice to see her laughing and smiling and—

Johnny you were a FOOL for fucking other women when Rogue was right there. She would've let you do anything if only you were honest with her.

Gosh I am so in love with her. Well, maybe not in love but I have a crush on her either way. She. Her.

Netrunners <3 Honestly, it's such a bliss to be able to destroy an enemy without even unholstering your weapon. Your netrunning skills ARE your weapon.

Ooh? Moxxes, huh? I wonder if Tyger Claws already took over (and where's Judy at).

Reusing moments from the game. :') I wonder if they're gonna politely and gently and kindly nod to Johnny.

I don't understand why David keeps coming back to his shitty ripper that doesn't even give him any kind of pain numbing, especially now that he has eddies. And there's so much blood. C'mon, where's Viktor? Honestly, any decent ripper?

Now I kinda feel like Lucy's gonna die or something like that. Kid, it's time for you to go to bed. Stop with this childish nonsense.

This hetero romance was seen from miles away and I find it so boring? Honestly, an older terrorist in your head is so much more fun than... this. Unless she's real wild, I don't dig it. And I think I'd like to be more gay or something.

Really good music is playing, though, when they kiss.

1x05.

1x06 is so boring. Fast forwarded just like that. What was all the fuss about? This anime is so average, boring, and disappointing. The game is SO much better.

#natiswatching #edgerunners

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castle-dominion · 1 year ago

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c4x6 demons

Nice big moon there oh yes buzzfeed unsolved moments! I should finish watching that with my older bro... Where's the van outside tho? How do the doors close again? Maybe ghosts ARE real. Like in murdoch mysteries & then it was never again acknowledged that murdoch could see ghosts What can he see? I thought the thing came from you-know-where?

AC, on her dad's lap as they watch a movie together but then he tilts her in front of him: Dad, are you using me as a shield against flesh-eating zombies? She looks so adult. & oddly tanned. RC: I know he's busy, and you are very thoughtful to be so accommodating, sweetheart, but a healthy relationship is based on mutual respect. I mean, think about what kind of signal you're sending if you're the one always re-arranging your schedule at the other one's every beck and call. I mean, if you just drop everything the very moment that— *beckett calls* *castle drops everything at her call*

RC: The Ghost Wranglers are here? Okay, that's why I love these guys. Body's not even cold, they're already tracking down the ghost. KB: Why doesn't it surprise me that you actually watch that ridiculous show? GIRL SHUT UP RC: Ridiculously awesome. Jack Sinclair is, *becks turns to him in shock* hands down, America's most accomplished ghost hunter. KB: Um...Castle...Jack Sinclair is the name of our victim.

LP: His throat was slit almost from ear to ear, jugular, superior thyroid, common carotid left and right. You name it, it's been severed. Sexy Can't you be behind the guy? Heck yeah ghost killer! She works with dead ppl don't let her believe in ghosts

Oh nice maybe they caught the murder on camera castle explaining what it means <3 So many angles! Mum & I both immediately knew it wasn't begging for mercy. An emp maybe? (btw I'm pronouncing it émp' like in rvb when they were arguing abt it) GIRL IF THEY HAD AN ARGUMENT THAT IS A RECENT UPSET IN RELATIONSHIPS, THAT'S WHAT THEY ASKED ABOUT

Ryan's nice red sweater over his suit uwu JE: Right. Hey, we're still on for dinner tomorrow night, right? Me: what? Maybe it's a game night or smth not a date haha KR: Oh, yeah, Jenny's totally psyched. Me: oh KR: She's never really hung out with Lanie before, so *full body nod* cool. JE: Well, just to let you know, Lanie's gonna be getting off a double shift. So, she could be a little cranky. KR: Oh. *squints eyes* Maybe we should reschedule. I mean, isn't the whole point for Jenny and Lanie to get along? JE: Nah, she'll be cool. Just, you know, don't say anything controversial. KR, walking back over & crossing arms: Like what? What's controversial? [The computer makes a sound.] JE: Bingo. KR: Bingo. Don't talk about Bingo? JE: No. *gestures with some irritation* Barry Bavetta's been busy, and so has his lap. Dude has racked up a hell of a tab at a strip club

RC: We heard you were racking up quite a bill. Or is that billing quite a rack?

Sounds like he said he did kill the guy but obv it couldn't have been him. "you decided to prove him wrong"

Killing time was KIND OF funny "apparition american" KB: You'll see, Castle. This'll turn out just like every other murder investigation. *Ryan walks up looking concerned.* Once we find out more about our victim's life, the details surrounding his death, everything will be explained. KR: Um…maybe not everything. Mr irish folklore over there he looks SO mildly concerned & shaken & I LOVE it, good acting b'y *gestures politely to send castle in first* Caught a ghost! So cool!

Posting that intro on my blog

B'y surely u got SOME sleep esposito smiling watching castle set up his ghost murder board *drank her coffee* RC: ready for this? Espt *nods* RC: a demon

RC: That's not a real thing, you know. That real ghost hunters use. JE: "Real" ghost hunters? Isn't that a contradiction in terms, bro? Oxymoron? Nah man let people have their beliefs I thought that "I do" was Ryan Ooh Ryan nice tie! RC: You see? I am telling you, there is something going on with this house. The last people-- to-- *Castle tries to flip the board back around, but Beckett stops him.* RC: The last people that lived there moved out four years ago in a hurry. KR, breathy: Why? RC: I don't know, but I think it's time we found out. KB: Knock yourself out, Castle. RC: You're not coming? KB: No. I've got a murder to solve. KR sidles up to castle, eyes wide, eyebrow raised, mouth open: I'll go. *softly* [Beckett gives Ryan a look. Castle smiles at Ryan, then turns and sees Beckett's expression and his face falls. Beckett narrows her eyes.] RC: Ooh. That's a look. KR, looking down & to the side: Yeah. RC: I get these a lot. Just start walking. Faster. [Beckett watches them leave, then smiles & looks over at the empty coffee cups.] Ryan really is becoming castle jr!

Poor beckett, castle drank her coffee then said he'd make her one then he doesn't & she burns herself on it. I like the idea of ryckett & casito but rn we have some rystle & especkett scenes. JE: Yo. I, uh, just saw Ryan downstairs. I can't believe you let him go chasing ghosts with Castle. KB: Yeah. Maybe Shaggy'll keep Scooby out of trouble. Besides, you never know, maybe they'll come up with something useful. JE: Oh, you want useful. *sarcastic surprise* 'Cause I just spoke to CSU. They found fingerprints at the scene from a real live person, so… *points & wiggles finger* Becks still has the coffee with her

Girl maybe he thinks he was molested by a ghost it is not your business to make fun of the (probably psychological) issues of a man in prison! Wow the grammar & spelling... the handwriting is fine

Poor guy, he has to live with his mom bc he's an ex-con, he violated his parole for the guy who ruined his prison life, I just really feel for this guy. Prophesy vibes

This is so cool & cute & funny & scary! RC, trying not to show his excitement over the ghost: Oh, my God, that's terrible Ryan looking mildly freaked out is my new favourite thing Mercedes King & Mercy LaGrande are both cool names KB: So the question is, how is she involved in all of this? *rystle look at each other & hop up quickly* RC: Uh, well, you know, uh, Ryan and I would be glad to go check this out *ryan nods half winks* if you guys are too busy solving that murder. *especkett share a look*

Oh & now caskett is here instead of rystle These folks are doctors. They are psychologists, they are pharmacists, they are the medical professionals of the past. & I respect them. Why did he say mercy I can see IT not HIM? his face is an it but jack could have said him too.

Give that man a prize. tbh I expected the pics to be even more gory Murdoch mind moments!

I love the term on the lam, I like this guy's shirt (I have one from hot topic that looks like it lol) RC, looking to beckett: Really? He claimed there was a demon involved? AS: I know. Like anyone's going to fall for that, right? I mean, what kind of jackass did he think he was dealing with?

Ooh info! Cool! Valid, he probably turned him away. Yep you need a warrant babe. Do you need a warrant to get their car service logs? Ooh I love it when they do that! There was this one time a serial killer was watching TV with his wife 20 or 30 years later or smth & they said "this is a serial killer, we think he looks like this" with an aged up model including the style of glasses he would most likely wear & the wife looked at him & said "it looks exactly like you" & they both just laughed it off bc how could this guy my husband be a serial killer? lol that's so silly how he looks like the killer.

KB: Wait a minute, don't you guys have dinner plans tonight? KR, afraid: Uh, we can move it to…some night when Lanie's not coming off a double shift. JE: Uh, actually, Lanie's really looking forward to it. KB: You know what? No worries. It's on my way home. [Beckett takes the photos.] KR+JE: You sure? KB: That I don't want to be the one to blame for ruining Lanie's night out? Oh, yeah. I am sure.

Martha <3 Ooh hoo wowie look at alexis! & going to a party too! No he literally just called, you can answer & say she just went out bc she had plans or smth! gah!

Ooh scottish architecture! Ooh Laird's Lugs! KB: We'll go first thing in the morning, see what we come up with. RC: *puppydog eyes* KB: You want to go now?

RC: For me. Please. KB: I ain't afraid of no ghosts. *ghostbusters theme*

She's pulling his leg KB: How long have you known me, Castle? Of course I don't believe in ghosts. *door closes* RC: What was that? *lights go out* KB: Well, that's odd. RC: No, that's more than just odd. This is the same sequence of events that preceded Jack Sinclair's murder. KB: Except Jack only had an EMF meter. I've got a gun and a flashlight. *The flashlight goes out.* Except wouldn't their phones also be out? Gosh it's hard to be on someone's shoulders *grabs* KB: *gasps!!* Castle, I said legs, okay? RC: Oh. Legs. Sorry.

LP: Not as sorry as I was. I'm around dead people all day. When I get home, I want a live one. JE, eating: I was tired. [Ryan and Jenny laugh.] JO: I can't believe we waited so long to do this, babe. KR, wearing his fortnightversary tie: Yeah. Yeah, it really did turn out to be a perfect night. JE: *winks at ryan* KR: I would like to propose a toast. I know that it's kind of corny, but it's me, (yeah lol) so well, there we go. Uh, to best friends, now and forever. [They toast.] JO: Cheers. JE: And to the future newlyweds. JO: Aww. [They toast again.] KR: You are so thoughtful. LP: Cheers. JO: You know, Kevin said you guys made a great couple, *Lanie smiles & leans towards javier* but I had no idea. [Lanie and Esposito cuddle and lean in to kiss.] JO: So, when are you two getting married? [That kills the mood and Esposito and Lanie recoil w/o even kissing.] KR: JO: LP: JE: *stares daggers at Ryan* KR: *moves to drink his wine during the awkward silence.*

Sad that they found a magnetic field generator to explain the moving tripod BUT wouldn't it have also moved every other tripod & any metal that Sinclair had on him? WHY is it creaking tho? *makes castle open the door* Oh it's a rat It's like when higgins kissed a corpse! Well he fell on it & his lips touched its lips but he was so grossed out about kissing a corpse & that's totally valid Poor castle lol

Hide & seek lol. In the morgue: *Beckett exits and Castle stops on his way out* RC: Hey, how'd that double date go? LP: *crosses her arms and glares.* RC: I-- I just… LP: *eye twitches* *KB comes back in abt the case, but castle leaves past her* RC: Don't ask her about the date.

KR: Look, I said I'm sorry, okay? t-- h-- I didn't mean to jinx the dinner. JE: (imitating)"This really is the perfect night." KR: Jenny got a little caught up in the moment. JE: (falsetto)"When are you two getting married?" That's a question you do not ask! (Yeah jenny, sorry. I love you plenty tho. btw when are we going to find out she's a spy like with terrence myers or mary morstan) [Ryan sighs.] JE, mellowing out: I-- You know, it's-- it's not entirely your guys' fault. KR: You guys have a big fight after? JE: Big fight? *laughing* No. Mega fight, *seriously* yes. *ryan nods* The point is, we, um…we decided that we're gonna cool things off. (Good facial expressions.) KR, sad for his friend: Wait, you mean split up? JE: Yeah. Just until we both figure out what we want. *looks down kinda sad but also an "i don't talk about emotions" way* KR: Man, I'm so sorry. JE: Anyway. *starts ignoring him* KR: Look, brother, if you need anything, you know I'm always here… What? Friendship<3 also "brother" is such a Term

WHOA THE BRO GOT THE GIRL? Cafe jouer not cafe jouerre bro Either it's weird how he remembers all the details or they got burned into his brain bc of that event or it's weird how he remembers all the details bc they would be overshadowed by the horror.

KR: It wasn't someone Melanie worked with. I just tracked down George Banner, Melanie's manager at Flywide Travel twenty years ago. He said Melanie had two co-workers: KR: both guys. RC: A-ha. KR: Married. RC: Still… KR: To each other. (XD WOW) RC: Oh. I mean bisexuality, maybe they invited her to join idk The way castle's hair moves lol

It is not going to be him Ooh strong man there WOAH DETECTIVE SMITH!? Yeah I can understand why you... wait he killed her too I forgot AS: You're both very smart, but you're forgetting one thing. Me: you have a gun? AS: This house is haunted. Nice, lights out scene, fun. Now becks has also lost her gun, maybe ryan won't feel so bad about tyson getting the drop on him.

AS: Get on your knees. *castle starts moving* KB: Don't worry, Castle. He's not gonna shoot us. That won't fit the legend. AS: *pulls a sexy knife* rysposito had better be around Technically that's illegal tho

Ooh castle is so right! Jack sinclair's ghost was TOTALLY solving the murder! Sussy elevator (are ghosts canonically real?)

Oh no I feel bad for ashlexis. Castle said "goin'a" like "going ta" except since n & t are in the same place in the mouth he just said goin'a, not quite "gonna" Cuddling <3 Flesh eating zombies I love their father daughter love time Wait am I in the zombie movie? As soon as they press play we're going to be attacked by zombies!

#castle 4x6 #castle 4x6 spoilers #castle 4x6 quote #castle family #esparish breakup #the ghost hunting episode

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whorror-barbie · 2 years ago

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A good lesson in fucking (au! Virgin! Ceo! The Salesman x Bimbo! sugar baby! Fem! Reader) (part 1)

general series summary: you find out your sugar daddy is a virgin and you would love to help him explore his sexual desires

Warnings: nothing explicit at this time, maybe some suggestive language and sexual themes. this fic is 18+, so you've been warned.

A/n: I just wanted to write about an older handsome man whose a virgin( so literally a 40 year-old virgin lol) and btw I'm giving him the name Seok-woo again, so I'm not always calling him the salesman, so I hope that's fine with y'all. Enjoy :)

P.s: I have an AO3 account under the name whorrorwritings, part 2 will be up on there by the time I post this part on here, if you can't wait head over there and read it if you want to!

"Wait, you're going over to his house?! You don't even know him" that is the sound of your distressed friend on the other side of the phone.

" Oh, will you stop worrying. He seems like such a nice guy " you open up a pretty pink box to see a really cute yet sophisticated dress. "Honey, just because he buys you stuff, doesn't mean he's a nice guy." She tries to reason with you as you're trying on the dress he wanted you to wear for the meetup, It hugs your curves beautifully as you look at yourself in the mirror. " I mean, you told me you don't even know his name or what he looks like, what if he's a serial killer..you never know" she continues and let out a sigh as you're still smiling.

"Look, I get your concerns, but I'll be fine, and besides it doesn't hurt to meet the guy who financially supported me for 6 months when I was settling here" you do not really understand why she's so worried. sure she has a point, he's seen only ever seen you and your body online multiple times, but don't know a thing about him. Finally, you hear her sigh coming from the other side of the line. "I know you're not going to listen, but please be safe and text me if you need anything, I'll be there so fast I swear" you giggle at your worried friend. " I'll keep you posted, I'll talk to you later, bye, " you say cheerfully and you both hang up. You are fully ready, now it's time to leave for your date.

30 minutes later, you arrive at his beautiful home by a car he sent out for you. Looking around and starting to approach the home, you're regretting this with every heartbeat as you walk closer. what if your friend is right? What if he does murder you? There is no turning back now. you ring the doorbell anyways, waiting until you are greeted by a tall, handsome man at the door.

"hey, miss it's finally nice to meet you," he says so kindly, you look into his eyes and it was love at first. You were not expecting this gorgeous man to be your sugar daddy, but you definitely were not complaining at all. In a matter of seconds, you were already planning a wedding, and having a family with this man "are you ok?" You look up at him "oh sorry" as you enter his home.

Inside his home is beautifully furnished and spacious, but that is to be excepted from a rich CEO. "I must say you're as gorgeous in person." he says with a bit of nervousness in his voice as he's scratching the back of his head "oh, why thank and you're quite a handsome gentleman." You giggle slightly which makes him arrange his tie at your response, he seems to be feeling hot?

" by the way... my name is Seok-Woo... I don't think I ever told you my name before..umm ever" he laughs nervously. "Oh, Seok-Woo? what a nice name." You smile brightly. The two of you are just standing there in awkward silence for a minute as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, and he starts to look around out of nervousness.

"so..um did you eat anything yet? I can umm. set something up" he asked you politely. " Oh, sure I can go for a snack" nodding at him. "Ok, I'll be right back then" he bows slightly then heads into his kitchen.

While he's doing that, you start to wander around his house looking at the beautiful paintings that hang on the walls, taking in his decor. making your own journey around his house until you see a door slightly open to a room, begging for someone to enter it. The curiosity is killing you, so you go inside to check it out.

upon entering, you see nothing but a bunch of half-naked anime figurines on his shelf against each corner of his walls, and you look in awe "wow, what a cute doll" you let out a ditzy laugh, holding one of the figurines in your hand as you inspect it ''wow, she's very curvy" tilting your head then look at your own body." what else does he have in here?'' you proceeds to look around when you spot a stack of hentai mangas and so you pick it up to read the title.

"Super big titty sluts xxx" you say out loud to yourself then open up the book to flip the pages, and you see some very lewd images which makes your face feel like it's on fire, it was nothing but big titties everywhere, and dicks going in every hole. "The pages are stuck together? I wonder why?" As you try to continue to read the manga, figuring out the storyline.

"Hey! Why are you in here?" You jump so hard, dropping his manga and figurine in the process " Oh my god, I'm sorry! I was just waiting..and and I.." your face still feels so hot at what you saw. Wow, he's into some freaky stuff you thought. when he sees you drop his figurine, he wanted to lose it on you, but he remains calm. those figurines are his prize possessions, he's paid a pretty penny for all of them.

"Oh, well... please don't do this again." He says softly as he goes over to pick up his figurine and carefully places it back on the shelf, he looks over her to make sure you didn't mark her up " Umm.. so you want to watch a movie together?" his attention on you now, nodding your head yes as you leave out of his very interesting room.

😳

10 minutes into this suspense drama, it's pretty good so far. You start moving your body closer to his to rest your head on his shoulder. You can feel him put his arm around your arm awkwardly in response. You sigh of relief, looking up at him into his eyes, but he looks away fast.

"Are you enjoying this movie, babes?" You giggle as you feel him trying not to look down at your cleavage . " Umm...yeah..it's good.. how about you? do you like the film?'' He asks, trying to focus his attention on the movie. " I mean it's definitely interesting, but I'm more interested in you, Seok-Woo" he can feel himself getting hard at your voice alone, you're as sexy as the women he sees in the hentai on his computer screen every night.

"how about this?" You straddle his lap, facing him. you're feeling his boner twitching in his dress pants" oh wow, I can feel how big you are, impressive." you giggle with the motion of your boobs jiggling and he looks nervous, though he is enjoying the view. "How about we have some fun? I at least owe you for taking care of me" You wink at him then proceed to kiss on the crook of his neck as you grab his hands so he feels up your ass, but he doesn't squeeze it. you're grinding on him and moaning like a needy whore into his neck. Seok-Woo's eyes are closed while grunting under his breath, focusing on feeling your pussy lips with his tip. this is the perfect scenario that he's been dreaming about, he might cum from this alone.

You reach for his belt to remove it, but his hand stops you in mid-motion. Surprised, you look up at him and his facial expression is reading regret it seems "Stop, Hun" he says out of breath. " Not now" he looks down. Feeling confused, but You get off of him, and sit back down on the couch, this is very awkward now. "I'm really sorry, Seok-Woo...I hope I didn't offend you" did you read the room wrong? Is he not into you like you thought he was.

"you should leave" he simply says which was another dagger to your heart. grabbing your purse as you get up to leave and he follows you to the door. "Text me to let me know that you got home safely... and oh I'll be wiring your weekly allowance to your account tomorrow, have a good night," he says then shuts the door in your face, not giving you a second to respond.

Tears start to stream down your face. You're feeling horrible and embarrassed. that's when your Phone is ringing off in your purse so you check to see that it's your friend, Hong-Ga young again, so you pick it up.

"Oh thank God, he didn't murder you," she says but then she hears you sniffling. "Oh..what's the matter? Are you alright?" Her voice sounds very worried, and you try to keep your composure. " Yeah, I'm ok, Ummm can you pick me up?" You wipe away the tears with your sleeve. " Of course! I'll be there in a second" she says hastily. Both of you say your byes then hang up the phone.

While you are chilling on his steps with your morbid thoughts clouding your mind. a big raindrop falls on your knee, and out of nowhere rain starts to violently poor down. With no umbrella in sight, you're all drenched now, can this night get any worse? You just need to bundle up in a blanket and forget about this night that ever happened, hoping everything will be better tomorrow.

#gong yoo #salesman imagine #salesman x y/n #salesman x reader #squid game fanfic #squid games smut

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georgeandiareinparis111 · 3 years ago

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Our shirt (George x reader)

Warnings: mentions of the night before ifykyk~ mentions of being naked kinda~ kissing~ George complementing you A LOT

George picks out your outfit (:

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You've been awake for about an hour now, but you didn't want to wake up your sleeping boyfriend. You've been aimlessly scrolling through Instagram, looking at the comments on political posts to see if there are any Juicy fights you can read.

George liked to sleep in, especially after a long night of activities that have him exhausted afterwards. You on the other hand are an early bird, sometimes have to wait a couple hours for him to wake up. You don't mind tho. You get to admire him while he's sleeping, tracing the beautiful freckles that consume his face and chest.

"Oooo" you mumbled under your breath. You found something on a lgbtqia+ rights post that cought your eye. You read about four comments before you feel two strong arms wrap around your bare waist. He Buries his head in your neck placing small gentle kisses on your skin.

"Morning, love" His deep gravely morning voice sends shivers up your spine. You lean into his chest moving your head to the Side so he has better access to your neck to leave more kisses.

"Morning, how'd you sleep?" You ask

"Like a baby. You wiped me out" He response makes you giggle.

"Was it that good?" You say

"Oh yes, so good, princess. Always make me feel so good" You smile, turning so you're facing him kissing him gently.

"Good" You kiss his nose making his scrunch his face up. You laugh at his reaction, kissing him properly. You sigh, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

George loved kissing you. He loves the feeling of your soft beautiful lips on his. He feels loved and safe whenever he kisses you. You pull away, he chases your lips not wanting the feeling to end.

"We need to get up" you say. He groans in annoyance, not wanting to get up yet.

"No" You scoff at him

"No?" He nods his head, holding you tighter to his body.

"Wanna pick out my outfit?" He looks at you, smiling wildly. He nods his head vigorously, letting go of you. You roll out of bed, he pulls on a pair of boxers before walking over to your closet. As soon as you open the door he's shuffling through clothes. Pulling out shirts and putting them away. He opens up a cubby, pulling out a bra and panties, handing them to you signaling to put them on.

You obliged, pulling on the soft cotton garments, turning around and letting him clip your bra for you. He turns you around, running his index finger on the band of your panties and up your waist, holding it gently.

"So pretty" He mumbles, admiring your gorgeous body. He snaps out of his trance, pecking you on the lips and going back to your closet. He starts looking through your pants.

"OOoOoOo! These are cool! When did you get these?" He asks pulling out a pair of baggy jeans with black butterflies on them.

(Change them if you want! I just love these)

"Oh! I got them when Mione and I went to London last summer" He nods looking at them and handing them to you.

"You're gonna look lovely in them" You smile up at him, slipping them on and zipping them up. They fit perfectly nice and snug on your waist , but baggy on your legs. He smiles widely, doing a little dance making you giggle. He twirls you around, looking at every part of you.

"You're so gorgeous" You blush, he's never complimented you this much in less than five minutes. You're not complaining though.

"I need a shirt now, Georgie" You say after a couple minutes of him complementing and admiring you.

"But this looks great!" He says pointing to your simple bra.

"George, pick out a shirt please" You say sternly.

"Fine!" He throws his hands up defensively. You laugh at his dramatic behavior, making him smile lightly, before going back into the closet.

He pulls out three shirts, two of them being crop tops, and lays them on the bed. He lifts one up and holds it beside your face, seeing how it looks with your eyes. The last shirt is actually his shirt, but you always say "it's our shirt". It's a tee-shirt with the Beatles album 'Abbey Road' on it. It's one of your favorite albums so of course you took it from him.

He holds it up in front of you, seeing how much of your body it covers.

"I love it when you wear my clothes" He pulls it over your head, pulling it down past your butt and upper thighs. You look in the mirror and see a proud and happy George behind you, smiling widely at the sight of you. He hugs you from behind, resting his Chin on your shoulder, still looking at your reflection.

"Thank you" You say, kissing his cheek lightly.

"You're so welcome, Darling"

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@horrorxweasley

@lunacurlclaw

@mentallyinlovewithgeorgeweasley

@fancy-pantaloons

#george weasley #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley fluff #weasley twins #harry potter #hogwarts #🚀#george weasley comfort fic

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sovtwords · 3 years ago

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a king and his pawns

pairing: kita shinsuke x reader x miya atsumu warnings: 18+, royalty!au, threesome (M/M/F), bisexuality, anal, double penetration, hand jobs, blow jobs, doggystyle, kissing with cum, dom/sub undertones, fluff, established relationship w/c: 7.7k a/n: -AO3 LINK HERE- This is a little side-story thing I wrote for a royal!au I haven't actually gotten around to writing yet so WELP. It's fine tho, this was written for Kita's bday and he deserves it. LOVE YOU!! This fic features men engaging in sexual acts together so if that ain't your cup of tea then feel free to back out if you're uncomfortable! I'm bad at writing smut anyway, you'd probably be doing yourself a favour lmao. Regardless, enjoy!! Please lemme know what you think.

Kita Shinsuke was stressed. It’s not often the King loses his cool, but it seems as though life wishes to taunt him this week. Trade with Corvus has momentarily stopped due to an internal dispute meaning the Kingdom will be low on textiles for the unforeseeable future, a sudden drought has put the crops at risk, and Ginjima continues to test his patience with every new raid on the homesteads just outside of the kingdoms border - not within where Kita can arrest him, but close enough to be a thorn in his side.

He’s so very tired and so very alone, and everyone sees it as they convene for weekly meetings. They eye him with worry, yet he shrugs off every word of concern with the grace as befitting his title, though his Masters of War and Prosperity respectively eye him the most, the worry so potent on Lady Miya’s face he feels a warmth blooming in his chest. She even dares to lay a comforting hand on her king, and he allows only her to disregard her courtesies (not that she would ever forget them) and touch him. It’s nice to be treated well.

The meeting ends, and Kita is so close to retiring to his balcony to rest for a while until he notices that the happily married couple stay. “Ya alright there, Kita?” Atsumu asks, opting to drop all formalities and talk as friends like when they were younger. Kita’s glad for it.

“I’m fine,” he lies, and knows it wasn’t very convincing with the way they stare in disbelief. “Things are just tense right now. I’m sure we’re all feeling it,” he elaborates. Lady Miya takes his hand in hers once more, small fingers gripping tightly onto his. He keeps his eyes trained on them.

“That’s right, but you don’t have to burden this alone. It’s why you have your council. And you don’t have to hide anything from us. We’re here to listen to you, my King, so please – share your worries with us, so that you might feel better.”

Ah. His heart clenches with affection, and a soft smile grows on his face when he looks at the earnestness in your gaze, thumb idly stroking your fingers and momentarily forgetting that your husband is still in the room, sitting just to his left. But it’s so easy to forget that when his attention is focused on the right of the table, when Atsumu himself hasn’t said a word when normally he would screech if anyone dared get chummy with his wife, King or not.

“Thank you, my Lady. It warms my heart to know that you care so deeply,” he says carefully, pulling back with a quiet sigh. “But I’m fine, truly. I find that reading the books that you gifted to me helps me to relax.”

“I know another way ya might relax,” Atsumu interrupts before his wife gets sucked into a long conversation about stories.

“What is it?”

“Well, it’s something more suited for behind the doors of your chambers, if ya catch my drift,” Atsumu smirks, while his Lady looks appalled. Kita feels the tips of his ears burn but keeps his expression as stony as ever.

“That’s crude, Atsumu. And you know that I’m averse to…” he trails off awkwardly, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. Atsumu laughs.

“I know ya don’t take concubines. But that doesn’t stop ya from reading the spicier books in the library, does it?”

“What’s yer point, Atsumu?” He asks bluntly. Better to get whatever trick he has planned over and done with. The blonde smirks, eyes shifting between himself and his wife.

“Was just wonderin’ if ya wanted a private show, that’s all. My Lady here makes for quite the spectacle. Just a way for ya to destress.”

Lady Miya gasps loudly, a blush burning on her face as she stares at her husband in complete shock while Kita’s heart stalls in his chest.

Watch his friends while they… No. That’s a boundary he should not cross. No matter how many times his eyes have slipped downwards to where your chest is pushed upwards by the corsets of your newer dresses, or how smooth your neck looked when you lean over to discuss reports with him, he…no. Such intimacy should belong in their bedroom, not his. Right?

“Atsumu, that's not a funny joke. You should watch your mouth and apologise to your wife for embarrassing her“

“Hold on now, your highness, she didn’t say no.”

Kita blinks. Looking to where she sits, he sees the obvious humiliation on her face, clear as day as the heat on her cheeks. But with it, a look of conflict, a spark of curiosity in your eyes when they lock with his.

“I…If it pleases my King, then I don’t mind. I would do anything for my King,” she says resolutely, and the way your voice grows airy every time she speaks of his title sends sparks straight to his groin. He swallows harshly, opens and closes his mouth a few times as he feels the heat of Atsumu’s smirk boring down on him. It had definitely been a while since he’d done anything of that nature, but… was this really ok?

It’s silent for what seems like forever. Eventually Kita calls out to the servant standing outside the council room.

“Find the largest chaise you can find and have it delivered to my room. I want it there by tonight.”

God’s above, save him. He was really going through with this.

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Night has fallen, the castle is quiet.

He doesn’t know how he should act. It seems as though nobody except Atsumu knows how to act, if the way Lady Miya sits with her back straight as a pillar and arms folded politely in her lap was any indication. Atsumu lounges against the chaise in front of Kita’s bed with a drink in one hand and fingers twirling through the sash of your robe in the other , waiting for either Kita or his wife to make any sort of move, though it seems as though their nerves have gotten the best of them.

“Shy, Kita?” the blonde Lord asks. Kita gives an embarrassed furrow of his brows, but stays quiet. Atsumu chuckles. “Well then. Does my King agree to let me be the one in charge tonight?”

How treacherous of Atsumu to ask, but with no real idea on how to go about this, Kita relinquishes control with a mute nod of his head. Better to let Atsumu take the reins than for him to accidentally cross a boundary he was unsure of. Atsumu downs his wine in record time, and moves to place it on a nearby dresser before returning to his Lady. He takes hold of your face with such reverence and love that Kita has to look away and swallow down the bitter jealousy swirling like bile in his gut. He hears Atsumu whisper some reassurances to you, and nimble fingers undo the sash around your waist.

You stand up at Atsumu’s request, and he takes your spot on the chaise, posted in front of the King for his viewing pleasure. “Didn’t want ya to miss this,” Lord Miya says, and swiftly loosens your robes, letting them pool around your feet and laying bare your silky and soft flesh for Kita to see. Dark eyes rove over plump breasts, wide hips and thick thighs, and he’s convinced that no concubine in the world could ever compete with the beauty standing in front of him, made all the more sweeter that you’re a coveted treasure by your husband, making Kita the only other man to ever see you like this. It makes his cock twitch in his breeches, and makes Atsumu smile devilishly because he knows the effect this is having on his superior.

Your gasp alerts him to the fingers that have slipped between your legs from behind to cup your sex, brushing against the light hair that Kita wants nothing more than to bury his face in right now. “She’s as sweet as a peach, this one,” Atsumu coos, pressing all the right buttons and gifting Kita with moans and sighs that Angels would blush to hear. “As wet as one, too. Let’s show King Kita, shall we?”

Without prodding you sit in Atsumu’s lap and allow him to spread your legs wide, and the candlelight makes the slick gathering on your cunt and thighs glisten, Kita’s brain faltering at the sight. His body grows hot with want, with need , and he nearly rips his shirt off of his body, composure slipping with each second that passes. Atsumu offered to let him watch, but now he’s not sure if he’s content to be just a bystander.

You hum and squeal when Atsumu pushes two of his fingers past your folds, pushing in and out at a gentle pace that you’re no doubt familiar with as he prepares you for greater things to come. “Yer so quiet, Kita. Are ya not enjoying yourself?”

The Lady looks at him then, a gentle pinch to her brows. “Are you…not satisfied with me, my King?”

Atsumu flashes an exaggerated pout over your shoulder. “Yeah, my King. After exposin’ my wife like this for ya, is she not enough?”

“She’s beautiful,” he chokes, clears his throat but it has little effect with how thick with lust his voice has grown. “She’s perfect.”

The smile on your pretty little face does funny things with his head.

“Ya hear that, my love?” Atsumu holds you close and rocks you side to side. “The King thinks yer beautiful. I dunno if many ladies can say that. Say thank you.”

“T-Thank you, my King. I’m honoured,” you grin. Kita gives you a small smile in return, though it falters at the edges when Atsumu catches you off guard and thrusts his fingers into you with great speed. It sounds wet and hot and Kita’s hand wraps around the bulge in his pants, stiff and begging to be touched, especially when the usually composed Lady Miya in front of him whimpers and pants like you’re in heat, moving your hips in sensual ways and locking eyes with Kita to steal the air from his lungs.

“A-Atsumu!” you gasp, wrapping a hand behind you to grasp the hair of your husband, but the smirk stays on his face, enjoying your plight. “Be gentle!”

“You love it,” he shushes you, planting kisses on your neck and biting down on your shoulder when you grow too rowdy. “Besides, we promised King Kita a good show, didn’t we? I have to prepare ya, don’t want ya cryin’ because yer tight hole wasn’t ready to be filled.”

You moan loudly when Atsumu brushes over your clitoris roughly, small hands moving to cover your mouth, and it’s the final push Kita needed to remove his trousers and take his cock in hand.

You watch in silence as he undresses, eyes immediately zoning in on the length and girth of his member, biting your lip for a different reason than when your husband removes his fingers from your core. Atsumu brings them up to the light to look at them curiously. They’re soaked from knuckle to fingertip, and when he pulls them apart tendrils of your slick keep them connected. Kita’s overcome with the desire to touch it, to touch you, see how you taste.

The smile Atsumu gives him sends chills through his body, as if his Master of War had read his mind.

“I think he wants a taste, my sweet,” Atsumu rubs soothing circles into your hip with his free hand, keeping his calculating eyes on his King. “What do you think?”

“The King can have whatever he wants,” is your answer, hiding a smile in your husband’s jawline while he laughs. Fuck, they were going to drive Kita insane. What surprises him even more, is instead of offering your pussy for Kita to lose himself in, Atsumu holds out his hand, like offering his fealty to the King once more as he had sworn so long ago.

“Then by all means, have a taste.”

There is a moment where it’s entirely too silent save for the heavy breathing Lady Miya is trying to get under control. A million thoughts run through Kita’s mind as his eyes flicker between Atsumu’s fingers, his childhood friends’ face, and the naked woman before him. It feels like entirely new territory, uncharted waters that Kita has only thought about dipping his toes into before running back out for fear of falling too deep into the water.

But in Atsumu’s eyes there's nothing but trust and desire, and in your eyes there's encouragement and adoration. His heart hammers in his chest, and burns with the overwhelming love and support from his closest. It makes his limbs move before his brain can catch up, leaning forward with his mouth opening while Atsumu’s grin grows wider, taking the digits in his mouth before hesitation can settle.

It’s strange, to suck on your best friend’s fingers, long and thick in his mouth, calloused from years of sword fighting as his tongue brushes against the pads of his fingertips. He can barely taste the saltiness of his skin though, as your sweet juices invade his senses like a summer wine, pure and sweet like the woman they came from. He grabs hold of Atsumu’s wrist when he makes to remove them, licking and scraping his teeth on them in a way that makes Atsumu’s breath hitch with widened eyes, and Kita mentally records it as a win before slowly releasing with a pop, lines of spit breaking the further away Kita gets as he takes his place on his bed once more, precum leaking from his slit.

It is Lady Miya who breaks Atsumu out of his trance with a gentle hand cupping his cheek and turning his attention back to the situation at hand. The smile on your face is light-hearted, if not mischievous, a gleam to your eye letting Kita know that you enjoyed what you just witnessed. “I think, dear husband, I’m ready to get fucked hard for the King.”

An impish grin blooms on Atsumu’s flushed face immediately at his wife’s forwardness. Honestly, Kita had never expected the Lady to be this way. You had always been on the reserved side, befitting your rank and lessons in etiquette. Quiet, polite, spoke when spoken to. If someone had told him a few years ago when Atsumu had introduced you to Kita when you were still giving the twins lessons in etiquette that he would be witnessing you in such a lewd position and answering all of the fantasies he had locked away, he would have almost laughed out loud at the absurd notion.

Funny how life works.

“Should we let his Royal Highness choose how I do it?” The blonde pushes his hair out of his eyes, and both Lord and Lady Miya look at him, eyes alight with interest.

“I…,” Kita clears his throat, brain bringing forth images of every position imaginable. He squeezes the base of his cock. Save it for the grand finale. “I want the Lady on her hands and knees facing me.”

That causes Atsumu to laugh in delight.

“Ah, takin’ her from behind, like mounting a bitch in heat,” he snorts. You pout at the language, but Atsumu kisses it away, lips pressing lightly against the bridge of your nose until you’re smiling again. “Never would’ve assumed ya liked it that way. Not very proper, is it?” Atsumu comments.

“Are you here to question your King on what he likes in bed, or are you going to deliver on your promise and show me somethin’ good?” Kita remarks.

Atsumu delivers another laugh as he lifts his wife off of his lap and places her onto the soft, cushioned chaise lounge as promised, knees spread apart and encouraging you to lean onto your elbows.

For a moment, as Atsumu undresses, he regrets not choosing a position that allows him to watch more closely as he enters in and out of you, but any complaints he has dies when Atsumu spits into his hand and rubs at his stiff member, lining it up with your entrance. Kita nearly cums all over his hand when he locks eyes with the woman across from him as Atsumu pushes in with a sigh of relief, no doubt seeking any sort of pleasure for his aching cock just like Kita. At least he has a pussy to bury himself in. King Kita just has his fist.

Your eyes flutter as Atsumu goes deeper into your tight cavern, groaning and furrowing your brows while you clutch onto the chair beneath you. You whimper when he bottoms out, and are only given a moment to adjust while Atsumu looks at Kita in question.

‘Shall I start?’, he seems to say.

Kita nods, and watches in perverse fascination as Atsumu rears his hips back and thrusts forward once more, making you choke on a scream as he sets a relentless pace, not holding anything back.

Your moans mix with yelps and screams of pleasure as your husband pounds into you from behind, round hands on soft hips and curls loosening from where they were pinned back on your head. Kita’s eyes stay glued to where your tits bounce with the force, hand finally giving him some relief and stroking his weeping cock, unwinding some of the tension in his shoulders and stoking the fire in his gut. He wants to reach out and fondle your chest, your nipples, but stays his hand, fear of crossing that damned boundary getting to him.

Atsumu is loud, he realises, almost as loud as his wife is right now. He groans and he growls like a wild animal, so overcome by the feeling of his Lady, of everything that she is, and praises fall from his lips like the water rushes down the mountain’s peaks.

“F-Fuck, yer so tight, I love it,” he grits, reaching over to grab hold of your chest like Kita wanted to do so badly. “So wet for me, for your King. Ya love getting fucked in front of him, practically beggin’ me for weeks.”

Kit almost feels as if he shouldn’t be hearing this conversation, but such crude words make him fist his cock faster, wet with precum and helping him ease the friction of hand to dick.

“A-Atsumu, I-”

“Don’t lie,” he laughs. He pinches your nippple roughly, and earns himself a gasp. “Every time ya called me yer sweet King, you were thinkin’ ‘bout him, too. Weren’t ya?”

You can say nothing, only look at your ruler with unbridled lust in your eyes. It’s getting harder to breathe now as he pumps his dick in time with his friend’s thrusts, entranced by the look on your face and Atsumu’s voice.

“Thought s-so,” Atsumu stutters when he rubs at your clit and you squeez hard. “Well, I’d do anythin’ for ya. Guess that includes fuckin’ ya silly in front of your King.”

Atsumu tsk’s and lifts your torso up so Kita can have the best seat in the house. Eyes stay glued to where they are connected, pistoning in and out of your walls and glistening with your slick. It brings forth images of wanting to get closer, let his tongue feel the both of them at once but it's so outlandish that it brings heat to his cheeks and pushes him closer to his release, chest heaving with exertion as everyone in the room reaches a crescendo like a symphony of sex.

That is until Atsumu stops abruptly, and it's so sudden and odd when the sounds of skin slapping cease that it causes everyone to lose their high, cooling down with irritation and impatience.

Atsumu's chest heaves air with great effort, yet his eyes are sharp as he regards his King.

"I think," he starts, easing out of his wife slowly, making you whine at the loss. "King Kita is lookin' a lil lonely. And it's our duty as his advisors and subjects to serve the King, right my love?"

You blink in surprise, when a smile curls at the corner of your lips, one that you definitely learned from your husband. Affection blooms on Atsumu's face at your reaction.

"We should give him a hand," the blonde declares, and suddenly he's carrying his wife over to the royal bed, laying you down gently against the rich, maroon satins and silks, hair splayed around you in rivulets like water. With equal parts curiosity and hesitation lacing his limbs, he moves further up the bed at Atsumu's insistence, coming face to face with you as you smiled kindly at him, lidded eyes and bottom lip plump from where you bite it.

He gives you one in return, one of the rare, genuine smiles he reserves for when he's with his closest and when he's happy. The sound of a throat clearing snaps his attention back to where Atsumu kneels at the end of the bed, cock bouncing against his lower stomach with every shift on the featherbed.

"Does my King allow us to do as we please with him?"

It's almost embarrassing how quickly he says yes, aching to feel the touch of something other than his own hand for once. Atsumu smirks.

“Wonderful.”

Moving closer, all three find themselves huddled in a circle of sorts, with two sets of eyes hungrily staring at him. Atsumu looks at his wife, and she stares right back. It becomes apparent to Kita then and there, that there is no imbalance between them. Though you may fold your hands when appropriate and open your mouth when addressed in broad daylight, though Atsumu’s words and hands guide you behind closed doors and you part your legs for him like a blossoming flower, they are, without a doubt, equals in every sense of the word. Atsumu gazes at you with such adoration it would give the poets something to sing about for centuries to come, and he is certain that if you were to give an order, Atsumu would bend and do it for you, no questions asked.

It’s funny - the Master of War and the Master of Prosperity; two things that could never work hand in hand, but ultimately make for a wonderful pair.

And it makes Kita’s heart yearn for even a drop, an ounce of what they share, for someone to look at him the way they do each other.

“Maybe I should give you some tips on how to go about it, my sweet,” Atsumu says, and it’s all the warning Kita gets before a large, rough hand wraps itself around his member. He jerks at the feeling, eyes wide at the blonde smirking before him, and he looks frantically at the Lady beside him who offers nothing more than a demure upturn of her lips.

“What are you doing?” demands Kita, but the words end in a choke when Atsumu’s thumb swipes over the head of his cock.

“I’m showin’ my wife how to please ya.”

“I-I think she w-would..” Kita has to stop talking to emit a whimper when Atsumu’s hand squeezes his dick. He swallows hard. “I think she would know how to please a man by now.”

“Hmm, yer right. She sure does know how to get me going, but…”

He removes his hand from Kita’s shaft for a brief moment to lift his wife’s leg, dragging a hand through your thighs and bringing it back to Kita’s erection, now slick with his wife’s juices and providing smoother friction.

“No harm in remindin’ her of the lessons. Watch carefully, love.”

It moves expertly up and down his length, knowing when to twist and squeeze, when to go fast and slow. Kita’s hips jerk up into Atsumu’s hand, unable to help the sighs and moans flying out from his chest. It feels good, so so so good, and a softer, more feminine pair of hands scrape gently over his chest, toying with his pert nipples and sending sparks straight down to his groin.

“He seems to like that,” you whisper, pressing your lips to the pulse in his neck. Kita is positive it must be ready to burst from his skin right now, yet still you suck and nip and paint his skin in the most delicate hues while your husband’s hand increases in speed. His other hand reaches down to fondle Kita’s balls, heavy and begging for release. Whines and whimpers grow louder as he approaches that sweet edge.

Atsumu hums. “He’s got a pretty cock, doesn’t he, my love? I bet you’re just drippin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it inside ya. Hungry for another man's dick.”

You shiver from your spot beside Kita, a hand scratching at his scalp and sending tingles down his spine, and a pink tongue poking out to lick at his nipples.

“P-Please…” Kita begs.

“Well, ’m hungry myself,” Atsumu continues, and swiftly dips down to take the head of Kita’s cock into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand never ceases its upwards and downwards motion. It's wet and hot, and the swirling of Atsumu's tongue around his tip, lapping up the precum that had gathered is enough to make Kita moan aloud in surprise and pleasure. His face glowing red as he desperately thrusts into Atsumu's mouth but his brain is too clouded with lust to feel embarrassed at this moment.

His fingers grip onto rich bed sheets as he loses himself in the heat of Atsumu’s mouth, that mischievous tongue of his being put to good use and stroking the vein on the underside of his prick before bobbing up and down in time with his hand. It’s almost overwhelming, feeling tongues on different parts of his body but it feels glorious, to have these mouths worship and love him like he craves but never says aloud.

It feels like Atsumu’s mouth is barely on him for a moment before Kita is grasping onto the nearest things he could latch onto, Atsumu’s head of hair and your hand conveniently already in his, and he holds onto both for dear life as he cums with a loud and long groan, releasing into his friends mouth with surprise and twitching with the aftershocks when Atsumu keeps him in his mouth for a tad too long.

“T-Too much, please,” he stutters, and Atsumu takes pity on him for the time being, laughing at how wild and unkempt his King looks right now.

“I guess you’ll have to test out yer skills next time. Come here,” hands reach for his Lady’s face, and he lets drops of Kita’s cum still in his mouth fall into your own open and awaiting jaws, sealing it with a kiss that’s all tongue and wildness. The perverse sight of them sharing his fluids makes his cock twitch to life again with alarming speed, but it’s also the words echoing in his ears that stick with him.

Next time. Implying that this won’t be a once off thing, a strange night to remember for years to come.

It makes him hard in seconds, even after spilling his seed in his friend's mouth.

If the couple beside him are surprised at his recovery time, only Lady Miya shows it with a raise of your eyebrows in pleasant surprise.

“Do you wish for more, my King?” you ask, traces of his load shining on the corners of your lips. He stops himself from reaching over to lick it off.

“Yes,” Kita sighs, and his chest seems to deflate with the motion, his words needy and wanting. “Please - keep going.”

“What do you want? Anything for you,” your hand cups his face with such gentleness he could cry. How sad it must be, for the simple touch of a person could be enough to shake him.

“I n-need you, I want you on top of me-” he has to stop himself with a sharp intake of breath. Eyes wide with fear look over to where Atsumu sits, a uncharacteristically stoic look on his face that makes Kita’s anxiety flare up. After a moment of silent contemplation, he opens his mouth.

“Does my King command it?”

It offers Kita a moment to rethink his words, to retrace his steps before they were taken. And as he looks at the faces of his friends for any signs of discomfort, looks at you for clear rejection, he sees no hesitation or resistance in either of their expressions. Only eagerness, anticipation for what could come. It strengthens his resolve.

“He does,” Kita says, with the air and grace of the King in power he is. And Atsumu grins like that cat who got the cream.

“Perfect,” he sings. “Lay back, yer Grace. Let us do everythin’ for ya.”

Doing as told, Kita finds himself a comfortable spot against the pillows and cushions, cock resting hard on his belly and watching as Atsumu coaxes his wife to straddle his hips. Hands fly instinctively to the squishy flesh of your hips and thighs, smooth like satin, and his grip on you only grows tighter once he feels just how wet you are, practically dripping onto his lower abdomen. It drives him mad with excitement, knowing he’s seconds away from shoving himself into your tight hole.

“Go on,” Atsumu encourages when you look back at him in question. “I’ll help ya when ya need me.”

Biting your lip, you peer down at Kita.

“I’m ready,” he assures you with a squeeze of your hips. You reach down to grab his member and he hisses when you pump him a few times, dragging it up and down your soaked folds. He worries his bottom lip at the sensation, and just when he gets used to it you line him up with your entrance and begin to sink down on him, ever so slowly.

He loses the ability to breathe when your warm heat engulfs him. His eyelids flutter, his toes curl, and they haven’t even gotten to the best part yet. Atsumu hums in approval when you finally sink down, hips flush with Kita’s, sighing in unison. You can’t help the grinding of your hips, trying to accommodate his size and girth, but it makes him growl and still your hips. “Give me a second,” he pleads. And you do, leaning down to give him his first kiss of the night. He can taste himself on your tongue, taste Atsumu along with him, and your tongues tentatively brush and move against each other as you grow accustomed to the feeling of your lips on the others.

He catches his breath when you pull away, blinking out of a stupor, and it seems as though Atsumu has had enough with waiting, for he clears his throat loudly. “Ready to get started?” They both nod. “Good.”

With that said, Atsumu holds on tightly to your hips, hands over Kita’s that stay locked on your flesh, and begins to slowly lift you off of his cock, only to push right back down. Kita groans at the fluttering of your gummy walls around him, head thrown against the pillows while Atsumu increases the speed and pace with which he picks his wife's body up, getting you into a mindblowing rhythm and bouncing you on Kita’s member.

Atsumu certainly dictates the speed and rhythm right now, and the coil in Kita’s gut begins to make a reappearance with every clench of your pussy around him. You’re both at the mercy of Atsumu, who alternates between stealing the air from Kita’s lungs with bringing your hips down hard and fast, or slowly and maddeningly gyrating your hips so that Kita presses against every spot inside of you, massaging that sweet, spongy flesh hidden deep inside that has you gasping out a strange mix of their names and clawing onto Kita’s chest for stability.

“That feel good?” Atsumu asks. He’s met with a chorus of moans and whines from his Lady and his King, but he isn’t satisfied with that. “I said, does that feel good?”

“Y-Yes, my Lord!” You gasp, and are rewarded with kisses and nips to your neck by your husband. Dark eyes peer at Kita over your shoulder, demanding an answer from him as well.

“Yes,” the white haired man grunts. “F-Feels so fuck- fucking good.”

“My, my! Our King has a naughty mouth. My sweet, how does his cock feel?”

Your moans are light and breathless when Atsumu rocks your hips back and forth. Your juices stain Kita’s abdomen, and he’s tempted to reach out and swipe some up on his finger to lick. “He feels so big! So so so big, it’s too much, it’s- oh!”

Kita is almost as surprised as you are when Atsumu guides his King’s hand to your swollen folds, showing him how to rub at your clit with practiced motions. You careen in response, hips moving erratically and crying about how good it feels.

“Tell him, not me,” Atsumu laughs.

“Oh, my King, my sweet King, you feel amazing. I love your cock so much, stuffin’ me full, I can’t take it, I love it I love it I love it!”

Your praise, your words, the heat of your cunt; it all goes straight to his head and his heart, and the coil in his gut tightens dangerously, ready to burst his seed into you and fill you up, but Atsumu has your plans before he can reach his peak.

Atsumu lifts your hips up one final time, but doesn't bring them back down. The disappointment in the room is immeasurable, denied a high once more when they were just so close to falling off the edge. Lady Miya whines loudly and impatiently, having been denied her orgasm twice now.

"I know, baby, I know," Atsumu coos, pets your hair and soothes the furrow of your brows. "But I was gettin' a lil lonely over here. I wanna join in."

Your eyes light up in question, staring at him questioningly and obeying when he orders you to bend over. Chest to chest with Kita, the King cradles you closely, brushes loose strands of hair out of your eyes, and allows himself a simple peck to your lips, one that you return with two of your own.

But you jump in shock when Atsumu spreads your cheeks apart and spits loudly onto your rear.

"Atsumu! You...you mean to-"

"Shh. You trust me, don't ya?"

"Always," she answers without hesitation, and the smile he gives you is warm and full of love.

"Then just wait," he rubs a finger over your puckered hole, spreading the spit and watching in fascination how it responds to his touches. He loves your cunt like a drunk loves his wine, but your ass is just as addictive. Really, any part of you is more than enough for him.

You bite your lip when a finger dips in, struggling to accommodate the invasive digit. Kita distracts you with more kisses, hands on your breasts, pulling at your hardened nipples and drinking in your moans like he's breathing in the fresh air of the morning.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers in your ear, watching over your shoulder as Atsumu adds a second finger, pumps them in and out so carefully. The blonde reaches around to lightly toy with your clit - not enough to make you cum, but enough to make you relax and less restrictive. "He's lucky to have married ya."

"Shinsuke," she sighs into his own ears, and it sends shivers down his spine. It's very rare people can address him as Kita without his title, let alone his first name, but it sounds so beautiful coming from the lips of his friends.

"Yer doin' so well," Atsumu praises, free hand massaging the globe of your ass cheek once Kita’s clumsy fingers take over the role of rubbing your nub. "Stretchin' ya out real good. You want both of our cocks, don't ya?"

"I do, I want them so bad-"

"Think you can handle us?"

"Yes, please! God, Tsumu, I wanna be stuffed with both of your cocks-"

"Damn, you get loud when yer needy." Atsumu drags his erection through the folds of your pussy, gathering as much of your juices to coat his dick once again before he lines it up with your back entrance. "We'll take things nice and slow."

It seems as if Atsumu is reassuring more than just his wife with that statement, and Kita is grateful for it.

You bite down on the skin of his shoulder when Atsumu removes his fingers and presses the tip of his dick at your hole. You’re clenching hard and gasping at the stretch, and Kita works with Atsumu to soothe your cries and kiss away your tears.

He kisses your lips when you give a harsh wail as Atsumu presses in further, not even halfway in yet but groaning at how tight it feels. He spits once again where you're both connected while you twitch and sigh as Kita's fingers return to your swollen bud.

"Yer doing amazing, such a good girl," Kita peppers your cheeks with light kisses, and with one last thrust Atsumu is fully seated with his cock in your ass, glassy eyed and chest heaving with tension as he gives the pair of you a moment to adjust.

He bends over to lick and kiss a line up your spine. "Your turn Shinsuke." Kita stalls, wondering for a moment if you really are ready to take them both at once, but Atsumu mistakes his silence for hesitation. "Need help with that?"

Lord Miya reaches down to gently guide Kita towards your sopping hole, and he sucks in a breath as your hips lower agonisingly slow to sink down on him until both of their members are filling you to the brim.

You're a panting and whining mess atop of him, fighting to catch your breath whilst Kita fights to make sense of what he's feeling right now. He can nearly feel Atsumu press against him through a thin layer inside of your pussy, every budge of his hips making his chest tighten at the friction.

"Tell us when to move," your husband says. After a moment of getting used to the stretch with little twitches of your hips, you nod frantically.

"I'm OK, you can move."

"I'll let Kita do the honours," Atsumu smirks.

Lifting his legs higher up the bed for leverage, Kita gives an experimental thrust into your core. It feels so good when you clamp down with a whimper, and so he does it again, and again, until he's set a slow but steady rhythm and enjoys the look of pleasure on your face, the way you bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning too loud but failing miserably.

Gradually becoming more comfortable and succumbing to pleasure, Atsumu begins to move gently, pulling out slowly and pressing back in, so as not to disrupt Kita’s flow but your reaction is immediate, a sharp gasp and a whine for more, arching your back and trying to reach behind to your husband. He leans over to allow you to thread fingers through his hair, and begins to grind faster into you, trying to match Kita’s pace and intensity.

“S-Shit, yer so tight, yer... fuck-” he curses and stutters his hips. “God I love ya- I love ya so much.”

“Please, g-give me m-more!”

“My pretty little slut,” he coos, and you sob into Kita’s chest. “So- fuck, so fuckin’ greedy. You wanna get fucked hard?”

“Gods, yes! I want to be full of your cum, please please please-”

“S-Shit,” he swears, and Kita watches as the careful, calculated look Atsumu kept in his eyes all night suddenly turns wild, frenzied, just about ready to tear you apart like you desired. “You asked for it, pretty girl.” He gives Kita a look. “Ready?”

The King nods. “Ready.”

The blondes' lips curl up at the edges, and you’re only given a moment before both sets of cocks begin ramming into you with such great force that it has you falling on top of Kita, where he wraps his arms around your frame to keep you steady. Words turn into coherent babbles and cries as they piston in and out of you in near perfect unison, and it’s the friction Kita so desperately craved as your wet walls and Atsumu’s shaft rub him so deliciously that his orgasm rears it head once more, building so perfectly and steadily that he feels like he’s reaching Cloud Nine.

Kita unwinds one of his arms from around your waist to reach Atsumu’s ass to give the flesh an affectionate squeeze, causing him to meet Kita’s eyes over your head. Atsumu leans down to capture Kita’s lips in a sloppy kiss, one that’s more tongue and spit and passion than anything else, and the King barely has any second to catch air when he pulls away before your tongue prods at his lips, lips that he opens willingly like heavenly gates. And when Atsumu joins in again, and he feels two messy sets of tongues invade his mouth, one rough and demanding, the other soft and sweet, he can do nothing more than let out a whine and try to keep up with the wonderful sensations taking hold of his body.

He’s given some reprieve when Atsumu pulls back to sit up, grasping at your hips and fucking into you so fast you’re stupefied, mouth hanging open and drooling on Kita’s chest. He doesn’t mind - rather, he doesn’t really notice, too busy focusing on your bouncing tits in front of his eyes, on the occasional brush of Atsumu’s sack on his skin, and the rising coil in his gut, ready to snap at any moment.

Hips jump erratically off the bed when Atsumu rubs at your clit hard and fast, nearly crushing Kita’s cock from how tightly you squeeze the both of them as your husband brings you to your mind shattering end.

“I’m cumming! I’m- I-”

It’s all you’re able to say as your peak washes over you in waves of heat, and he feels your juices gush out on top of his skin as you do so. Fuck, he’s nearly there, so close, just a bit more-

“I’m c-close, I’m so close-” Kita stutters.

“Cum for me,” Atsumu growls, pounding into your ass with abandon while you fall onto Kita’s torso, arms wrapped around his neck and sobbing so pitifully in his ear. “Cum for us, Shinsuke.”

It’s the push he needed. He’s shooting his seed into your core with a strangled shout, pumping load after load right into you while Atsumu follows, unloading into your ass with a curse and a moan of your name, going balls deep and spilling all that he has while your walls milk them for all that they have.

Atsumu collapses on top of both of you with a tired sigh, and while Kita’s body protests at the added weight, his mouth can’t quite catch up with his brain at the moment, so he simply lays there as the heat of the room falls over all of you like a blanket.

Both cocks begin to soften inside of you. Ever so gently, they pull out, seed escaping your holes and dripping slowly onto the sheets as you whine at the loss and clench around nothing, feeling so terribly empty and almost wishing they had stayed inside of you. But it gives you an opportunity to rest, and Atsumu flips you on your side until he’s laying you down on the bed, littering kisses all over your body and singing praises about how well you did for them, how much of a good girl you are.

You smile sleepily, exhaustion overtaking your limbs, and Kita can only cup your face and rub his thumbs on your cheekbones, uncertain if kissing you would be crossing a line now that the deed has been done. You arch into his touch while Atsumu leaves to get a cloth.

“Was that ok for you, my King?”

Ah. Of course you would put him above yourself. He smiles warmly at that.

“That was wonderful. You were perfect,” he answers honestly, and you practically glow with pride at his words. When Atsumu returns, Kita takes the cloth, opting to be the one to clean the mess between your legs. It’s the least he could do after all that they’ve done for him.

It grows silent once he finishes, looking over to see Atsumu holding you close from behind. Your eyelids are drooping and your eyes grow hazy with every kiss and rub Atsumu gives to you, yet when Kita is about to excuse himself, to find solitude in a bath and let the married couple have his bedchambers for the night, you reach out to him, wanting to hold him, his face, to bring it close to you and trap him for the night.

“Are you sure it’s alright for me to…” he trails off with uncertainty. Atsumu snorts, offering him a kind and warm smile.

“The Lady always gets what she wants,” he jokes, and Kita lets out a fond laugh. “Besides - yer the King.”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” he replies. And he means it. But his heart begs for the opposite, for you to not let him go and let him rest his head on your heart.

It seems as though you hear his thoughts.

“I want you to stay,” you murmur, sleepy but resolute in your words. “Do you want to stay?”

His eyes flicker back and forth between husband and wife. He could leave. He could end things right here, pretend like tonight never happened and go on existing as King like he always has. Things would become too complicated if he stayed. He knows this. And yet…

“I do,” he whispers, and curls into the warmth of your chest while Atsumu rubs at his hair with a fondness not common in him. Kita feels, for once in his life, at home. No castle too big and warm can ever compare to this. “I do want to stay.”

“Well then,” Atsumu says warmly, while you finish his sentence.

“Stay.”

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Mother Miranda x Lawyer!Oc ----Tilted Scales

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Three days.

That is how long you've been in the village, after years of studying abroad, before everything turns to shit.

As you slowly blink focus back into your eyes, you try to clear the haze from your mind. It feels as though you've collided with a truck. Your body hurts, your wrists protest in their iron cuffs, stuck to the wall as they are, having supported your weight while you were unconscious.

Desperately, you try to recollect the events that led you here...

A grey sky. A bleak day. One moment you were making coffee for your mother, excited to be able to sit down with her in the mornings again... and the next you heard the echo of screams.

Overcome by adrenaline, you bolted out of your house, only to witness a scene straight from a nightmare; humanoid monsters ripping villagers apart, cries and blood and animalistic growls all blending together into one mad mix.

And before you could even warn your mother...

Damn it all, what the fuck happened!

You suddenly struggle against your bonds, hard enough to rattle your whole frame. Your wrists burn from the grind against metal, but you don't care–

“Stop that. It is pointless and you will only injure yourself.” A cold voice, strangely familiar, says from far to your right.

You peer deep into the shadows, searching for the only other person in the empty room... until you see her. A mask advances on you, gold and shaped like a crow's visage, then wings folded into a cloak come into view.

You would be a fool to not recognize her. The local saint. The village's prophet. The very 'saint' your mother prayed to, for your safe return, all these years. Mother Miranda.

The sound of her heels bounces off the walls until she comes to stand directly in front of you. Looking past the openings of her mask now, you realize....

This isn't possible.

She hasn't aged a day. Not a single day, since you left the village. The years should show around her deadly blue eyes, somewhere, and yet they don't.

“I see you remember me...” she says, while you're still trying to find your voice. “Miss Warren.”

“What is going on? Mother Miranda, what happened to the village?!” you demand.

Her expression shows nothing. “The village is in need of... renovation.” she speaks, even, regal. “Repopulation, even.”

You stare at her with wide eyes.

“Now, don't give me that look. You would not be here if you weren't of the ones I chose to keep.” she continues. “You see, from now on, every single person in my domain will make themselves useful in some way, or they will be replaced. And you... you have been abroad studying law for a while now, yes?”

“I... yes.” you reply, still not fully having wrapped your mind around your situation.

“Excellent. What I need from you is simple. You will make the village independent from the state’s taxes as a religious organization... and you will keep foreign investors out from that point onward.”

What... what part of that is simple?!

“Do that for me and in return I guarantee your mother and you will go back to your house safe and sound. You will have no shortage of Lei for as long as you live, Miss Warren.” Miranda promises.

But it is not the sweet part of the deal your mind stays glued to. “And if...” you gulp. “If I can't work around the law to do that...?”

Miranda blinks slowly at you, like you shouldn't even ask such a basic question. Like the answer is obvious.

“Well. Then I have no further use for either of you.”

It is in this moment that it dawns on you.

This woman is no angel and no saint.

She is a devil.

You spend countless sleepless nights pouring over every single paragraph, every little opening or ambiguity in the law you can use to free the village of taxes.

To keep your mother in the dark about this, you work in the office Mother Miranda has provided for you, in her very stronghold.

Although technically it's her home, you don't see her nearly as much as you initially thought. She is gone throughout the day and returns late at night, not even sparing you a glance before heading for her chambers, at the upper sections of the building.

The days she does come into your office to inquire on your progress are few and far-between, your conversations always short and cold.

This evening is different.

“How is your work coming along, Miss Warren?” the prophetess asks with her aggravatingly nice accent, seating herself like a queen on the chair in front of your desk.

Your eyes are tired, but you force them on hers, through the mask obscuring her face. “I think I've got it. I'll be sending the necessary papers tomorrow and the answer shouldn't take longer than a month.”

“Very good.” she nods, a miniscule curve to her lips.

Icy eyes then drop to the wine in the whiskey glass at the corner of the desk. You think she will make a comment about drinking at work, but instead she says;

“Pour me a glass, will you?”

You will your hands steady as you comply, then carefully slide her drink over.

Miranda takes her mask with claw-shrouded fingers... and soundnessly sets it on the wooden surface. Then she pushes the veil at her hair back, shaking long, platinum locks free.

You do a double take you hope she doesn't notice. Because what the actual fuck.

You didn't think her hair was that long, or that straight, or that it would fall over her shoulders like she's staring in a shampoo ad. You didn't think her lips were shaped like a cupid's bow or that her skin was this flawless and radiant.

The helplessly lesbian part of you could begrudgingly admit she was beautiful before... but now you arrive to the painful realization she's drop-dead gorgeous.

“So. I've heard you won cases others would describe as impossible.” she begins.

“Nothing's impossible. You just need to know where to look.” you reply. Law is your comfort zone and she is not that far above you here. “But how do you know that?”

“I have my sources.”

"Nobody truly leaves this village, huh.”

“Not without my consent, no. But I knew you'd come back.” At your slight frown, she elaborates, “You would never leave your mother behind.”

She's right. There was a whole world of opportunities waiting for you out there and yet... here you are.

“Good work, so far. You can take the next two days off. Your eyes could use the rest, Miss Warren.” Miranda speaks, finishing her wine.

“Sarah.” you say. 'Miss Warren' is for clients and she is your boss.

Miranda's lips give a slight quirk that may or may not be a trick of the light.

“I know.” she replies and exits the room, long hair billowing behind her back.

The taxes were only the first challenge. Now that the village is free of them, investors are flying in circles around it like vultures over meat.

In the meantime, Miranda comes to talk to you more frequently.

Lately, it seems she has more free time. You wish that was a good thing, but...

“So... are you like... going to stay here?” You ask after reading the same sentence five times to make sense of it, because her gaze on you is distracting as fuck.

“I'm not getting in the way of your work.” she says. You want to argue she is, but can't quite do that in a way that won't get you killed.

“I'm simply not used to working with company. Isn't this boring for you?”

“No, actually. I find it interesting, even though science is my field of expertise.” she answers. “And the way you take notes is… amusing.”

You try not to blush as you look down at your notebook, filled with different colored markers and post-it squares with tiny stick figures pointing to the more important paragraphs. You have been doing this for so long to sort out information you didn't even realize you were keeping it up in her presence.

“What is this supposed to be?” she asks with a small smile, the first of its kind you've seen.

To your horror, her clawed pointer aims at a particularly silly doodle, barely the size of a pencil's eraser.

“A... bird.” you grimace like you've been stabbed.

“Ah, of course.” Miranda holds back a chuckle but you can tell she's dying to make a comment.

Studying becomes hell for the rest of the time she's there with you, those sharp eyes picking apart every little move you make. At the same time, though, the hours you spend with her make you realize...

She's not a saint, though she may look like one. She's not completely a devil, either, even if she may act as one, at times.

She's human.

Miranda shares nothing about herself when you chat, but she seems to like it when you speak about your time abroad and all the things that left an impression on you there.

Your conversation over wine is cut short, however, when you receive a call from a number you learned means nothing but trouble, lately.

“Sorry, I have to take this.” you tell her.

The one calling you is none other than this month's rival lawyer, trying to dispute your claim over the land for his own boss. He's lost to you before, so it's also personal, but you are confident you have cornered them good with the latest papers you sent them...

And you are proven correct, when, a few seconds later, he is all faux polite on the other line, resorting to offering you money for you to withdraw your arguments.

Miranda comes to stand next to you, listening in to what he's saying.

The problem with that is, the second her arm brushes yours and you catch a whiff of her perfume –which always lingers in your office long after she's left— youare the one who stops listening to him.

Your attention flies to other things, like the inches she has on you, the exact color of her pale blonde hair, the little glint of victory in her stunning eyes.

Oh, no. God, no...

You know what this is, the feeling in the pit of your stomach. Alarm bells go off in the back of your head, as though your own mind is telling your body how foolish it's being.

There isn't a worse thing you can do to yourself than be attracted to Miranda.

Over time, familiarity with the prophetess brings higher levels of difficulty into your 'try to ignore your crush on her' game.

Miranda joins your side and leans over your shoulder, sometimes, to peer down at what you're doing. You don't move and don't breathe until she's within a safe distance again.

Then there are the wayward 'reward' touches, when you turn another investor away from the village. She may pat your back or leave her hand on your shoulder, or even scratch your nape with her claws as a job well done.

You hope your poker face hides the fact you feel her touch on you for far longer than you should, after she's gone.

Tonight, the situation is the toughest it's ever been for you.

There is a rainstorm going on outside; the waterdrops are tapping against the windows of your office as though they're trying to break it. Miranda has pulled her chair next to you so you can talk easier, without having to shout over the cacophony.

“And basically the judge's decision was that—”

You are interrupted by a blinding flash of lighting, during which your mind lets you know the stronghold is easily the tallest structure in it's vicinity—

When thunder cracks down the sky and strikes the building, you nearly scream. Your body tenses and you jump; but Miranda's hands come to your biceps and hold you steady, against herself and your desk.

Another flash comes before you really have time to think about your proximity. She covers your ears with her palms before the thunderclap can send you into overdrive again.

“You are with me and you're scared of a little thunder?” she teases when things quiet down and your heartbeat eases.

It's true; Miranda is the more terrifying force of nature. At the same time, however...

You feel oddly safe to be this close to her.

“Well... I'm not scared right now...” you quietly admit.

Her pointer comes underneath your chin and lifts it so you are looking straight into her hypnotic blue eyes. How is this color even real...

“And why is that?” Miranda asks, her wings coming around you both. They're curtains of black, cutting out some of the storm's sounds.

You want nothing more in this moment than to run your fingers through each individual feather.

You lick your lips. That's...not a question you can answer if you want the balance in your arrangement with her to remain.

Perhaps, though, the scales have tilted for you long ago. You just haven't been brave enough to admit it.

You have the courage to face it now when she leans down and covers your lips with hers, warm in a manner you never imagined she could be.

Her wings pull tighter around you and your mouths slide more firmly together. Lipbalm and creamy lipstick mix, tongues brush, tasting of wine. You are shaking so bad on the inside from how much you want this, more of this, the rumbling of the thunder be damned.

Miranda's palm cups your flaming cheek when she pulls back, perfectly composed and staring at you with a little smirk in place.

You dare to turn a little, lay a tiny kiss on the inside of her wrist, beyond her rings and accessories.

You aren't very fond of storms, but...

You willingly walk right into the eye of this one.

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