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jackoquako · 2 months ago

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Burning from the Inside

Yan! Batfamily x neglected! male! meta! Reader

Chapter one: Enter the Manor

I do look through the interactions with my fic and block profiles that only use she/her or say “cis girl”.

Summary: The first few months of living in the manor and your impressions of the inhabitants. Word Count: 2805 Reading Time: 11:14 (mins:secs) Notes: Uh yeah this was meant to be maybe like 1000 words max. Oopsies 😬. I thought I’d do an honorable mention of @sitepathos and their series Gold to Mold bc while the influence may not be obvious, that story was one of my main influences to finally write the story in my head. Also any OOC behavior can be chalked up to the characters being emotionally inept (Bruce), not fully capable of raising a child that’s not Robin (Bruce again), or deal with their own emotional baggage of not being Robin anymore (dick). Also it’s important to note that I do look through the interactions with my fic and block profiles that only use she/her or say “cis girl”. The idea of being used as a tool for someone else’s gratification makes me uncomfortable and this is my blog, I do what I want. No current release date for the second chapter, it’ll get done when it gets done I guess.. 🤷‍♂️😓 Warnings: written in first person, talks of a young child (11) dealing with depression but the word isn’t used. Aggressive behavior from an adult to a child, and neglect from a parental figure.

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The first week in the manor was actually rather.. nice. The car Alfred had taken you to the manor in was a shiny black, the interior coated in an oil-like black leather that made noise when you moved on it. There’d been a bag of fast food waiting for you in the back seat of the car when Alfred ushered you in. You’d devoured the meal hastily- not out of any sort of food deprivation or malnutrition, but because it never seemed like you could sate your appetite. No matter what, you were always a little hungry, a little more ravenous than the other boys your age. He’d talked sparingly as he drove, rarely talking his eyes off the road. It seemed like he understood. Unlike the cops and the foster families and the social workers, Alfred didn’t say “I’m sorry” or “that must hurt”. He didn’t really say anything about it at all.

He’d asked you what your favorite color was, what style of decoration you’d want for your room, if you enjoyed your current clothes and style or if you’d rather have something else, and other similar questions. It was slow going, moving your mouth to form answers. Since the house fire, you’d grown to be unlike your past self, retracting into your shell like a snail, and barely speaking unless absolutely necessary. He didn’t seem to mind silence, though. It made a knot in your shoulders, that you never noticed, come loose.

The ride wasn’t very long, or maybe it was, you didn’t pay much attention to the time. It didn’t feel like a long ride. You’d spent the majority of it resting your head on the car door and staring out the window, watching buildings and trees pass by. The squat, brick buildings of mom-and-pop businesses of the town you’d been moved to gradually gave way to towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, although that eventually fell away to a thinned forest and big houses that stood proud among manicured lawns. The houses faded away too, leaving miles of sprawling woods the only thing to look at. Watching the trees pass by was a rather calming experience, your heartbeat slow and steady in your chest. You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling that ever-present heat under your skin settle, like a cat laying in the sun. It never left, like a permanent fever, but it could calm down, it could go dormant for the moment.

The car rolled to a stop and you opened your eyes. A mansion stood alone in the middle of the woods, a driveway leading up to it and ending in a roundabout with a fountain in the middle. The front of the house was framed by well-loved hedges and flower beds which bloomed with brilliant white and red flowers. The house- mansion- itself was a deep red brick, the stone worn by weather, and framed by snow-white columns of marble. It was imposing, looming over the surrounding trees. Alfred stepped out of the car and moved around to the side, opening the door for you.

“Master yn, we have arrived.” He said with that same kind, elegant manner he’d greeted you with, back at the social worker’s office.

As you climbed out of the car, Alfred moved back to the trunk and opened it, grabbing your singular bag of belongings before closing the trunk. He walked to the pristine marble stairs that led up to the tall mahogany doors, the gravel crunching under his shiny black shoes. You followed loosely behind him, looking around at the outside of the house. The thought hadn’t quite managed to break through the fog that always seemed to cloud your mind nowadays, but it suddenly dawned on you that this isn’t exactly a normal foster family. You hurried to the door when Alfred held it open for you, stopping only for a moment to glance down at the outdoor mat resting outside the door. It was black with a gold logo printed onto it; the logo looked like a highly stylized W with an E beside it. An unsettled feeling rested in your stomach at the sight of it and you couldn’t quite grasp why.

Entering the mansion, you were struck with the smell of cleaner and, very faintly, cologne. It smelled like an expensive store, the kind of place you and your mom would walk past on the way to your usual shopping area. The entryway had an open doorway that offered a small glimpse into the rest of the manor. A grand staircase ran down the side of the wall, the room entirely lit by a chandelier hanging from the high vaulted ceiling. Alfred moves past you, closing the door behind you both, and talks while gesturing for you to follow him up the grand staircase.

He’d taken you down a long hall that was lined with closed doors, explaining where everything was located whilst walking.

“Now, Master Bruce’s bedroom is.. further down the hall.”

You must’ve given him a curious look as you both arrived at your new room. Alfred opened the door for you, allowing you to enter in front of him.

“He wishes to give you space during this time.”

Your stomach churned at those words. They were perfectly designed, like what a PR team would tell their talent to say after screwing up massively. It left a sour taste in your mouth and you couldn’t quite meet Alfred’s gaze after hearing that. You looked around the room as Alfred set down your bag on the bed. It was much larger than anywhere you’d lived before, considering both foster homes and your real home.

Despite the size, though, the room was bare of any decoration. A single twin bed laid under the brightness of the single window in the room, only blinds blocking the sunlight. Along the far right wall stood a sturdy wooden dresser and mirror. The walls were a blank white wallpaper and the floor was the same shiny deep-colored wood as the hallway outside. There was no side table for the bed, no carpet despite how cold the floor would definitely get, no posters or paintings, just the bare necessities. It was the picture of utilitarian. Alfred spoke up, clearing his throat as if he was embarrassed.

“Unfortunately, we were unable to source more furniture before your arrival.” He said with the same elegance as everything else he’d said, despite his expression figuratively shouting how upset he was about what he was saying.

It intrigued you more than it should’ve. You shrugged and went to the window, pulling down one of the blinds to look outside.

“It’s fine.”

It’s not. You didn’t turn to look back at Alfred as you spoke, nor did you look back when you heard his fancy dress shoes shuffle against the floor. You heard the door creak.

“I’ll let you settle in, sir.”

You heard the door shut behind Alfred as he left. The minute you were alone, you fell back into the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

The first few weeks had been rather boring, admittedly. You’d often stay in your room for days at a time, only wandering out to explore the house when you got bored of staring at the ceiling. You’d stroll up and down the halls, discovering the library, the private study that Bruce Wayne used, the various staff quarters, and more guest bedrooms than you thought was possible. None of it really excited you, though. A numbness had invaded your mind and made you into a living ghost, something human in name only. You no longer looked in mirrors and spoke very little, if at all. Not like there were very many people to talk to.

Bruce Wayne was as elusive as rain in the desert. He flitted about the manor, only ever coming home very late at night and leaving in the morning. You didn’t really want to know what he was doing so late in the evening, but you figured you’d find out about it someday. Secrets between you and your mom didn’t last very long, so most family secrets should be the same.

The very few times you interacted with Bruce Wayne, he seemed distracted or discomforted by your presence, like he was seeing your mother, not you. If you happened to be in the kitchen when he came in, he’d stare at you for a long moment before attempting some sort of small talk. When you didn’t respond, he’d just leave. After the first three days, he avoided you completely. Maybe it was because you were both orphans or maybe there was just something unsettling about you, but Bruce Wayne didn’t want you in his house. Maybe he saw the same in-humanness that the foster families saw. Whatever was wrong with you was palpable, apparently.

Bruce Wayne wasn’t the only person in the manor who avoided you.

Richard Grayson was, according to google, an orphan Bruce Wayne took in. Grayson didn’t care for your presence either. He was eighteen and seemed to be genuinely disgusted by you. Maybe he saw something too. Or maybe he was just a dick. The first incident with Grayson happened not too long after you moved in. You’d been wandering towards the direction of the kitchen when the front door burst open. He’d stood in the doorway, framed by the light around him, like an action figure in a commercial, all stoic and proud. You stopped to look at him and he looked back, like two animals spooked by the other’s existence. He’d scowled and glared down at you, crossing his arms as he approached. The rude dick left the door open behind him.

“What are you, another one of Bruce’s new bratty orphans?” His words dripped with anger and annoyance, like you were ruining something just by the virtue of being here. He scoffed before you could even respond and stomped off.

Luckily for you, though, Grayson didn’t live in the manor. He had his own apartment he’d disappear to for weeks. It was bliss, not having him around constantly. Living with Bruce Wayne already had your blood pressure high and your fuse short, but having someone as outright about their dislike of you- over something that you didn’t even understand- that made your blood boil. You had to physically stop yourself from launching yourself at Grayson every time he looked at you like you were a cockroach.

But there were redeeming inhabitants in the manor. One of which was Alfred. He never forced you to talk if you didn’t feel like it, which you often didn’t. When you crawled out of your room for food once a day, he’d prepare a meal for you whilst telling you a story. You enjoyed his stories; the stories reminded you of your mother.

“Once, when I was in the SAS,” He’d begin, chopping vegetables into fine little cubes and tossing them into a pan. He’d grab fresh herbs from somewhere and begin chopping those as well.

“There were two new recruits.” He focused on what he was doing as you rested your head on your palm and stood leaning on the dinner table. “And they thought they were just the sneakiest men in the platoon.”

Once the herbs were diced, he’d add them to the sizzling pan, and stir the concoction. The action sent a flurry of floral scents in the air, filling the kitchen with an inviting aroma.

Alfred continued whilst stirring the contents of the pan. “So the rest of us had dared them; said ‘if you’re really that good at sneaking around, then sneak up to one of the rabbits on base and put a ribbon on it.’”

“And by god, they did.” Alfred chuckled to himself as he turned off the burner and continued to stir, reaching over to the spice rack and picking out multiple bottles and sprinkling the contents into the pan. “They snuck out of the barracks that night and went out into the woods without any of us knowing.”

He gestured for you to sit at the bar and grabbed a plate from a cabinet, snatching a fork from an adjacent drawer. “By the time we all woke up and began our own duties, there were about twelve rabbits running around the base with little ribbon bow ties tied around their necks!”

Laughing softly to himself, Alfred scooped out the cooked vegetable stir-fry onto the plate and brought it over to you along with the fork. He’d sat with you as you ate, talking about other stories from his time in the SAS and his time working for Martha and Thomas Wayne. His genuine kindness made it almost worth it to be living in the manor.

The other inhabitant who didn't mind you being in the manor- and even seemed to like you being around- was Jason Todd. You’d met him while wandering around the manor like you often did. You’d just found the library for the first time when he popped up out of nowhere, appearing from behind a plush seat like a character from a horror movie. He’d bounded over to you like an excited puppy and began speaking a mile a minute. At first he’d put on this hyper-masculine deep voice that didn’t match his face or his age at all.

“Hey! Who are you?” He’d looked down his nose at you and you quickly realized that he, despite already being the same height as you, had stood on his tiptoes specifically so he could look down his nose at you.

Fixing him with the same blank stare you’d used on everyone, you answered simply. That numbness you’d grown accustomed to made it hard to put energy into your voice. “(Y/N).”

He blinked once, then twice, and then the facade broke. His voice softened into what you assumed was its normal state and he slowly lowered himself to his usual height. Tilting this way and that, he examined you with an almost-suspicious expression.

“Oh.” He suddenly light up with recognition. “You must be the other kid B took in. I’m Jason.” He pointed to himself with a prideful smile. “How come I haven’t seen you around?” The question was innocently curious, only prying on accident.

You stared blankly, no response leaving your lips as you stood still. He tilted his head and frowned, shrugging as he looked away, feigning disinterest.

“Strong and silent type, huh?” He nodded to himself as he said the words, still looking at some random book on the bookshelf. “I can work with that.”

And he did.

Jason’s friendship was unlike your relationship with Alfred. In the fogginess of apathy- depression, you realized- he cut through the clouds like a lighthouse. He’d follow you around when you left your room, finding you every time like he had a compass implanted in his head or something, and it exclusively led to you. You’d be just wandering, sometimes taking paths you already walked before, sometimes carving completely new wear patterns in the carpet, and he’d sidle right up next to you and begin talking.

Just like Alfred, he did the talking for the two of you, but he was different. Jason would pause occasionally after cracking a joke, glancing at you to see if you laughed, smiling if he saw you reacted at all. It was like he understood you in a way Alfred didn’t, like he’d been in your shoes before. Sometimes while walking through the halls of the manor, he’d take your hand and lead you to some unspecified place. Occasionally it was the library, but most of the time it was places you’d never gone before, like the rooftop, the garden, and the theater room.

Eventually, you learned through his one-sided conversations that Jason was only two years older than you at 13, and that he’d lived in crime alley. You didn’t really know where that was, but it sounded like a rough place to live. After a few months of being Jason’s unofficial sidekick, you began talking again. He never made a big deal out of it, but you could see his eyes light up when he finally got a response, even if they were one-worded at best. He’d cracked the hardened shell of emptiness that formed around your heart. The constant rejection by Wayne and Grayson didn’t help, neither did the gentle approach from Alfred, if you were being honest, but Jason had cracked it. He’d pulled you out of a ship you didn’t know had already sunk. And the first embers of happiness began to spark up again once more, even if it was faint. For the first time in a really long time, you had a friend.

And you had all the time in the world to get to know each other better.

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locketsvault · 3 months ago

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「 CAFE ORDER FOR KINICH 」

pairing: kinich x gender neutral reader

order: frozen mocha latte (or strawberry matcha) with whole milk and rainbow jelly

tags: “please, don’t leave me alone” (“I wish you could see the way I see you”) “can I stay with you?”

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, injuries, ajaw ofc is a brat, potential ooc for kinich and ajaw

a/n: happy to complete my first order with this request! I hope you enjoy! (I did sprinkle in the strawberry matcha prompt in for you bc I liked it so much.)

— tea shop can be found here for ordering!

It’s no secret that Kinich is a distant and seemingly cold person. Unless you were in his circle, it was hard to get close to him. You just so happened to live right next to him, so you knew him better than most. He never greeted you, but he wasn’t especially cold to you either. Sometimes you’d make him things and leave it on his doorstep, and on rare occasions you’d receive a note in return saying thank you.

You kept a distance, mostly because he was never around. You also weren’t sure how to navigate Ajaw either. He had quite the mouth on him, and has made a few remarks of your kindness towards Kinich that weren’t savory. Until one day you heard a strange noise outside. It was the middle of the night, so you were quite concerned.

When you looked outside you weren’t expecting to see the young and very talented boy stumbling injured to your front door. His brows were furrowed in pain, and Ajaw floated behind him, saying nothing. That was out of the ordinary in of itself. He rushed to your front door and opened it before Kinich could knock, your brows furrowed with worry.

“Are you okay? What-“ before you could finish your question he collapsed, his body giving out on him.

Ajaw groaned and started shaking in place. It honestly would’ve been cute if the situation wasn’t so distressing. “This idiot had to go bite off more than he could chew. And instead of dying, had to drag us all the way to your house because seeing any other healer was out of the question. And so was dying. Seriously? He’s so infuriating—”

You ignored Ajaw as you dragged the unconscious boy into your house, immediately inspecting what wounds he had. Ajaw followed, complaining about the situation. Though you could swear there was worry laced in his tone. Not that he’d admit it. Through his bickering you found out exactly how he got injured and you had to agree, it was stupid to come to you instead of the hospital.

“Ajaw, you can either be helpful or be quiet.” You quipped, crouched next to Kinich as you pulled back the bloody fabric to inspect his wounds. And for some reason, he listened.

His wounds weren’t deep, though there were many. He was suffering from poisoning more than anything. Lucky for you, you had the medicine to counteract the familiar black goo oozing out of his wounds.

You got up, mumbling to yourself everything you’d need, Ajaw watching you impatiently. You checked his temperature, he was burning hot. You definitely needed to clean his wounds out and give him the antidote. As you turned to go grab what you need, a hand gripped your wrist. You turned around in shock, looking down at the now half conscious hunter.

“Please, don’t leave me alone…”

The words came out broken, an unfamiliar look in his eyes. Fear. You couldn’t tell if it was delirium from the poison, or if he was being vulnerable. Still, you grabbed the hand on your wrist and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m just going to get some supplies, I’ll be right back. I promise.” Your voice was soft and reassuring, your attention turned to Ajaw. “You stay here, and I don’t want to hear a single world out of your mouth.”

Ajaw grumbled but floated down to Kinich, keeping him company as you collected all the stuff you needed. While you took care of him, he kept drifting in and out of consciousness. The fever from the poison was definitely messing with his head. But you were quick to administer the antidote. At one point he woke up, and stayed awake. He watched you clean the wound on his leg and bandage it up.

“Can I stay with you?” He mumbled, his eyes never leaving you.

You raised an eyebrow and sighed softly. “I wasn’t going to let you leave anyways, you need your conditioned monitored. The poison was in your system longer than should be.” He nodded, still slightly out of it. He sighed, looking at his leg.

“Why did you come here? Why not go to one of the hospitals?” You asked, collecting all your supplies to either throw out or put away.

“Because… I trusted you more than I trust them.”

His response caught you off guard, and you couldn’t help but feel flushed at his response. Ajaw grumbled and floated away, giving you both privacy. It was clear he knew where this was headed. And he wanted nothing to do with it. Kinich sighed and frowned to himself, a genuine sadness washing over him. He looked up at the ceiling before speaking again. “I wish you could see the way I see you”.

If you weren’t flushed you were now. Though if any emotion could top that, it would be shocked. How… did he see you? It was then that you could see how lonely he’s been. He has his friends, but they’re all over Natlan, and they were all very busy. You moved closer to him and grabbed one of his hands.

“Hey…” you used your other hand to cup his cheek, making him face you. He definitely wasn’t in a clear state of mind, but you could tell this was all genuine. “I do see you Kinich, I always have. You can stay the night here, and when you’re feeling better, we can talk more in this okay?”

He leaned into your touch, his eyes a bit wide. He looked so vulnerable, the first time you’d ever seen him like this. He smiled slightly and nodded. “I hope so.”

#aioloscafe #kinich x reader #kinich x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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whatiswrongwithpeople · 5 months ago

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I keep going over the world we knew (p.3)

a player 230/ Thanos/ Su-Bong x fem!reader fic

summary: “It had always been him and her against the world. But if you've been fighting against the world for years, how do you react when you suddenly realize that your best friend has become your world?”

warnings: none really except the usual Thanos/Squid Game stuff. Maybe slightly ooc Thanos? , Written in my notes app, 2 instances of using petnames

note: I think this lowkey qualifies more as a filler chapter before we get to the mingle game BUT nevertheless I still hope you enjoy it!! Also thank you all for the love <33 I really REALLY appreciate it.

🏷️: @l5byrinth , @wpdarlingpan , @lollipopsandstuff , @scotty-doesnt-know-ig

Part 1 , Part 2

Luckily, mealtime had transitioned to bedtime without any major interruptions. [Y/N] sat on her mattress, legs crossed underneath her as she wondered about what game they’d be forced to play tomorrow.

Despite the amount of people gathered in the large room, it had been strangely quiet for the last few hours, but unfortunately the peace seemingly wasn’t supposed to last throughout the night. A loud shout sliced through the stillness, followed by the unmistakable sound of a scuffle—a fight breaking out between players. [Y/N] quickly leaned forward , head poking out from her bed, as she could hear the noise building up, the clash of bodies and frantic shouts echoing across the vast space.

A tired sigh left her lips as her eyes narrowed in an attempt to see despite the poor lightning. Another fight. The chaos of the game, the little amount of food and the overall desperation of the players—it had only been matter of time before things turned violent again.

Staring where the sound came from , right across from her, it wasn’t the fight that had her feeling on edge. Her gaze scanned the area quickly, eyes darting across the sea of beds and the flailing bodies near the door. But there was no sign of him. No flash of that annoyingly purple hair, no cocky smirk. Just the frenzy of the others.

Chewing on her lips as her eyes wandered around the room for a second time, [Y/N] could feel her heartbeat speeding up nervously. She didn’t know why it bothered her so much. It wasn’t like she cared. But something about him—something about the way he always seemed to approach things acting like he was invincible—had her restless. Thanos didn’t always play by the rules. And when things got messy, he was usually the one starting it or making it worse.

But once again, it wasn’t like she cared about that at all.

Failing to ignore her worries, [Y/N] pushed herself up from her cot, skipping a few of the lower steps, her footsteps swift and sharp as she navigated the darkness of the room. The shouting grew louder as she moved further towards the front of the hall, but her focus was only on one task: finding him. Finding that annoying mop of purple hair. Gods, why was she doing this to herself ? And why couldn’t she spot that stupid purple hair anywhere??

She passed by a few groups of various players huddled together, murmuring about the fight, their eyes flicking nervously toward the noise. Glancing at them, it was clear that none of them had the answers she was looking for. Her heart pulled her further towards the front of the room, nervously beating with the urge to see him. She just needed to know he was okay. Not that she‘d ever admit that to him or even herself.

Craning her head to look around to the best of her abilities, [Y/N] walked towards the door leading to the bathrooms and nearly collided with one of the other players, who was making his way in the opposite direction. She shot him a glare, but he just muttered something about staying out of the fight and kept walking.

[Y/N] didn’t stop to pay him any more attention. Her pulse pumping through her veins with a quickened pace.

Where was he?

Then, as if the world had finally decided to give her a break, she spotted him. At the far side of the room, leaning against the wall, Thanos was exactly where he always seemed to be—out of the fray, watching it all unfold like it was some kind of evening entertainment. His purple hair stood out in the dim light, and his eyes lazily tracked the commotion with that infuriatingly nonchalant look on his face.

[Y/N]’s breath whooshed out of her in relief, even though she refused to acknowledge it. She took a steadying breath, reminding herself that the fight wasn’t her problem. And despite her actions, she wasn’t about to make neither Thanks nor any other part of this situation her problem.

The girl waited for a brief moment, observing her former best friend as he casually watched the others, probably waiting for the right moment to step in or out—depending on what suited him best.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t even look bothered.

With a small, annoyed exhale, the girl made her way over to him. Her instincts controlling her actions before her mind could step in. “Not involved in the mess for once, huh?” she muttered, her voice nonchalant , though there was a slight edge to it, one that could be mistaken for concern. But it wasn’t that. It was just... practicality.

Thanos tilted his head, glancing at her only when she got close enough. His smirk was already in place, like it never left. “Aww. Look who’s worried about me.”

Her eyes narrowed, the defensiveness creeping back in like a protective armour. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m just making sure you’re not starting a fight for no reason.”

His grin stretched wider. “Me? Start a fight? I’m the one trying to avoid getting caught up in all this mess. Not my fault if some idiots want to throw some punches.”

[Y/N] snorted, not buying it for a second. “You don’t have to start it to be part of it. All it takes is you being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Thanos leaned a little closer, clearly enjoying the fact that he had her attention, even if she wouldn’t admit why she’d come looking for him in the first place. “I’m always in the right place at the right time, Princess. You know that.”

Pinching her nose in annoyance , [Y/N] rolled her eyes, but there was a flicker of something else in her gaze. Something deeper, something Thanos couldn’t quite place, something she surely wouldn’t let slip. "Yeah, well, maybe one day you won't be," she said, voice low, but not soft. “And if you’re so good at keeping out of trouble, maybe you should keep to the shadows and stop letting yourself be seen like this. You’re just asking for someone to make a move on you.”

“Who would be stupid enough to try that?” His voice was playful, but there was something sharp behind his words.

“Plenty of people,” she said, her tone colder now. “This place doesn’t care about who you are or how fast you can get out of trouble. You’re not invincible. Plus, you’re rather punchable.“

For a moment, the playful edge in Thanos’ eyes faded, just for a split second. But it didn’t last. Instead, he stood a little straighter, his smirk returning, though it was more of a challenging expression now.

“You don’t need to worry about me, Angel. I sure as hell know how to survive all of this.” His eyes held hers, as he gestured around and for a moment, there was something unspoken between them—something distantly familiar that neither of them was ready to confront.

[Y/N] didn’t back down, studying his face before sighing. “Surviving doesn’t mean living, Su-Bong,” she said, turning away before he could respond. "You should remember that."

And with that she made her way back toward her cot, the quiet after their brief exchange settling in around her. But even though she walked away with a cold shoulder, her mind was a blur of questions she refused to answer. She wasn’t worried. Not about him. Not about anything.

Except she couldn’t stop glancing over her shoulder, just once, to make sure he was still standing there, watching her.

#squid game x you #squid game reader insert #squid game season 2 #squid game x reader #squid games thanos #squid game thanos x reader #squid game #thanos x reader #player 230 #player 230 x reader #choi su bong #choi su bong x reader #thanos

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hello-gloomy · 7 months ago

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Giant Woman

Rodimus Prime x Female!Human!Reader

(Slight Lost Light crew x reader)

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Description: An exploration mission gone wrong causes you to test out a new weapon to help your captains out of a tight spot. Chaos ensues.

Warnings: Slightly OOC, Crack taken seriously, Mild violence, slight horniness at the end (my bad).

A/N: I haven't read all of Lost Light or MTMTE. I did read Echo Garden and their Wiki pages, so that'll have to be good enough.

Words: 1,046

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Megatron navigated the dimly lit passages, his silver frame holding the weight of the injured Rodimus slung across his shoulder. Suddenly, a crash rumbled through the underground tunnels, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Dust and debris fell from the ceiling above, and they stopped moving to look up at the giant hole above them. A massive hand reached down and grabbed one of the hostiles as it started screaming in fear while the others began shooting at the hand. There was more thumping and noises above them.

"That's not good," Rodimus joked nervously. He hissed in pain when they started walking again. The screaming behind them suddenly stopped, and a flash of air blew past them. While they continued walking, Rodimus glanced behind them and saw the hand reaching toward them.

"Oh shit." Megatron turned while still walking to look at what made his co-captain panic. "Can't we go any faster?!" He tried to limp faster to keep up better with Megatron, who increased his pace. The hand behind them was about to snatch them when Rodimus started screaming. It finally grabbed them and shot back out the way it came and through the hole. They were back at the surface; they heard screaming and shots being fired. The hand holding kept them shrouded and dark; they were shifted and pressed against something slightly soft, covered in armor and fabric, which let off a slight blue glow. Megatron leaned against the wall and heard a beating noise; the wall rose and fell slightly while it moved. Suddenly, they picked up in speed, and they were squeezed a bit tighter. A light showered over them, and they were set near the landed Lost Light; Rodimus dropped to the ground, relieved and tired, while Megatron looked back to see who had saved them. His optics widened in disbelief at the sight in front of him; it was you, mass-displaced and huge compared to them; you practically on par with the Lost Light. Your mask went back into place, and you ran back to the hostiles approaching the ship and kicked them as far as you could, scooping others up and throwing them while blocking laser blasts.

Megatron shook himself from the surprise and limped Rodimus back onto the ship. A confused Swerve and Velocity rounded the corner to ask what was happening. The hangar door closed, and they all turned around to look. You walked in, and your mask snapped off with a hiss and a shake of your hair. You stopped right next to the group, everyone speechless at the sight of you the exact size of them.

"I'll take him to the med bay, Megs." Megatron lets go, and you scoop Rodimus into a princess carry and strut off with him in your arms.

"Holy Primus," Swerve said while watching you fade down the halls.

" I gotta tell Anode!" She sped off down the hallway giddly. Megatron sighed and walked off as well, much too tired to care.

Your wall down to Med Bay is quiet. Rodimus hasn't said a word, staring in awe at you while holding on to your neck, his head resting against your soft chest, listening to your heartbeat. You look down at him and slow your walk a bit. "You so quiet, Roddy." You tease him gently, but he only gives you a nod and a quiet 'Mhmm.' You enter the med bay and plop him down on a berth. Ratchet doesn't turn around to look at the two of you; he finally stops and starts to lecture.

"Can't you bots try to be caref-Oh, my Primus!?" He looked at you and dropped the instrument he was using, shocked to be face-to-face with you. "Hey, Ratchet, did you look at- Holy Shit!" First Aid walked and stopped in surprise at you as well. You're trying not to laugh at this point, finding the whole ordeal hilarious. You snap them out of their trance and ask them to fix their captain's leg. While working, all three of them steal glances at you, checking the stats on your armor. Brainstorm suddenly bursts in the room.

"IT WORKED!" His smile was huge and practically glowing with pride. You started laughing at his excitement and let him poke at the armor for a little bit, taking notes for him while he prattled on in eagerness. It should wear off in a few hours. Let me know if anything feels off at all, " he said after checking everything out. You gave him a nod, and he walked out, muttering about the suit's statistics. You smile and wave your hand, and the medics finish up on Rodimus's leg. They check the rest of him before giving him a clean bill of health; you help him stand up, and he virtually smooshes himself against your body, almost rubbing you like a cat. You laugh a bit before Megatron and Ultra Magnus walk in. Megatron waves his hand in your direction with a pointed look at Magnus.

"Huh," Magnus says quietly, "Hi Megs, Hi Mags!" Megatron walks right back out, and Magnus stands momentarily before speaking. "Just ensure the two of you finish your battle reports on time." He turns and leaves; following Ultra Magnus's and Megatron's steps, you walk back to your and Rodimus's shared Berthroom. The door to the room shuts behind you, and you set your Sparkmate on the berth, taking a seat beside him. He quietly watches you, taking in all your features. He can see much closer now that you are the same size as him. You gently rub his spoiler while he takes you in. He looks up, and his optics meet your eyes, currently blue to match the chemicals running in your suit that helped you change your size. He grabs one of your hands, and his other servo caresses your face affectionately; you lean in and kiss him, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms. You let go, get up to lock the door, and dim the lights, sauntering over to him in the most seductive way possible.

"We got a few hours before this wears off. Want to try something fun?" You whisper to him while pushing him down on the berth, hovering over him.

"Primus, yes."

#x reader #fanfic ideas #megatron x reader #megatron x human reader #transformers x human #Lost light x reader #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformer mtmte x reader #rodimus #rodimus prime x reader #rodimus x reader #idw megatron #transformers idw #idw transformer x reader

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jenchan-writingmultis · 1 year ago

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Twisted Wonderland Boys x Fem Reader in their respective Fairytales (Series)

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Content Warning: This Fic will be tagged as 16+ since it is a bit suggestive along with mentions of Gorey themes (Azul), it’s very vague. I haven’t finished Book 6 and Book 7 because I’m stuck in Tartarus, but they’re not done here yet. Riddle (Suggestive Themes), Leona (Cussing, Blood mention), Azul (Obsession, Manipulation, Potential Cannibalism? (He eats merpeople who are turned into Polyps). The reason for potential OOC was cause I mixed both the classic Villains with the personality of our beloved boys

Due to the Tumblr Limit, Each one will be divided unfortunately, hopefully it's an easy navigation for all of you!

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First Batch would be: Riddle, Leona, Azul Second Batch would be: Kalim, Idia, Malleus

List of Villains interconnecting with each character:

Riddle = Queen of Hearts

Leona = Scar

Azul = Ursula Riddle Part one

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He didn't even notice that his knights kept a close eye on every exchange between you two, although short, there lingers a feeling of longing, especially on your part, the way you looked at their queen definitely wasn’t normal; but Riddle wasn’t normal either, he was too lenient on you. You spilled his favorite tea accidentally, he didn’t get mad, instead, he sighed and had another one made while you apologized profusely to him while patting his shirt with a napkin, the knights were sure they saw their majesty blush!

“I’m telling you man! He’s acting weird!” Ace complained, hugging his pillow while his whole body ached, Riddle went way too harsh on their training, and it got him to run another 20 laps after their usual 10 laps just because he saw him idly chatting with Deuce!

“You’re not wrong, whenever they’re around he seems to be more chill than usual” Deuce said, crossing his arms while he flopped on his bed, his body screamed to slumber but his mind was awake. “Do you think your highness might be…” his thought wandered, snapping out when Ace laughed, “you think he’s smitten?” he finished the sentence, silence filled the room with Deuce’s head working overtime, he placed his hands on the back of his head while he looked at the ceiling, “I think he is”

Unfortunately, during those moments, Riddle was walking around doing rounds on each dorm room, usually this was Cater’s job, but he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to you; thinking about you is distracting and he despised it. So, he decided to have Cater rest early, while he does the rounds himself. The moment he reached Deuce and Ace’s room, he was going to open the door till he heard the murmurs behind it, opening it up, the two still continued, Deuce stopping first stiffening up while Ace babbled his life away, not noticing that the guy that they were gossiping about was behind him.

“You should’ve seen how he stared at them when they were eating Trey’s pastries! It’s like he wanted to smoochy smooch the life out of them!” Ace laughed, creating smooching noises, not realizing that Deuce was trying his best to signal Ace to stop”

“Oh?” the moment Riddle spoke; a chill ran through Ace’s spine. “Deuce should have seen how I stared at them when they were eating Trey’s pasties as if I wanted to smoochy smooch them?” he questioned, a vein popping on his head as fire burnt on his hand, lighting up the crooked bedroom.

“Sir- “

During that night, Ace was fortunate that he didn’t die, and only was forced to run another 50 laps and do 100 pushups till morning.

Now the reason why Riddle didn’t have Ace killed was the fact that what he said made sense; he was indeed smitten by you, drawn by a unknown force that attracted him to you, he didn’t know what it is, but it felt as if he knew you and he loved you In another world, maybe in your world he did loved you. That’s just a theory though.

While eating with him, the queen put his tea down, the sweet taste of chamomile tea lingered in his tongue, you were getting used to the comfort of the kingdom, although you still want to go back, you were still around your friends, and your boyfriend, who started treating you much better than before, even if you didn’t make any effort to tear down his walls once again.

“I have a question for you” he glanced at you, your etiquette felt familiar as well, the way you hold your tea, the way you carry yourself, it was similar to how he does it,

“Ask away” You resumed eating your fill.

“is it possible that you might have known me in your world?”

Freezing up, you accidentally choked on some of your food, causing you to go on a coughing fit, Riddle gave you his napkin as you unconsciously took it, tapping your lips as your coughing subsided.

“Yeah…” you said, glancing down, the tablecloth looked pretty right now. “What’s my relationship with you?” he pushed, causing you to get flustered more, you didn’t answer which got him pissed, standing up he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, it wasn’t a rough touch, but it did get you to finally look at him once again. “I won’t let you go till you answer me” he threatened, it sounded bad, but you only loved the attention he was giving you.

“Why do you ask?” pushing his buttons huh? You certainly were bold trying that on the queen of hearts, however, instead of getting mad he chuckled.

He answered though, pressing his fingers on your cheeks “Being around you has caused me to be distracted,” he noticed you looking away from him again, almost pinching your cheeks, he got your eyes back into his. “I always end up thinking about you, feeling a sense of familiarity, do you think I wouldn’t find a solution on this?”

Seriously, when he’s rough like this, it makes your heart flutter; giving up you grabbed his wrist, pushing it away from your cheeks. “You were my spouse” you confessed, placing your hands on your cheeks, rubbing them to ease up the sudden soreness; realizing that the word “Boyfriend” might not exist in this time.

Riddle’s face went beet red, just like how he is when he is angry but this time, it was all over his face all the way to his arms, he looked adorable like that.

“Spouse?! You’re my spouse?!” he asked rather forcibly, trying to confirm it for the second time as you nodded.

When he calmed down, he sat down on his chair, pushing his hair back while he slumped on his chair “Why didn’t you tell me this in the first place?” you fixed your position on your chair while playing with your fingers. “I don’t think you would have believed me, Your Highness” he raised his hand, effectively cutting you off as he sat up straight as well.

“From now on, you will call me Riddle, or whatever nickname you think of” a privilege that only you have, how lucky you are.

“You accept it?” you asked, surprised how fast he took in the information, you were thinking of a few more resistances and doubts on your part, but Riddle only stared at you, face unreadable. “It explained everything I felt clearly, I am smitten for you”

The way he worded it caused you to snort, making him jolt in surprise, glaring at you as he felt his cheeks heat up again, “Why are you laughing! Am I wrong?” he asked, wanting to shut you up. “I’m sorry, it's just” you continued to stifle a laugh. “It’s funny when you say smitten, like some old man” Honestly, he should have put his unique magic around your neck, but it was useless on a quirkless person like you.

Although he should have minded the fact you just insulted him; seeing you smile like that, he guessed sacrificing his dignity was fine just so he gets to see you smile, it made him lose all the embarrassment and anger towards you.

Leona's Part

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #disney twisted wonderland #twst x reader #disney twst

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rivwritesiguess · 1 month ago

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Word Count: 3.9k Hurt/Comfort Zayne x Xavier x gn!reader Summary: You and Xavier go on a mission together to take care of an area that is a hot spot for wanderers. It seems to be going well, until you get hurt and Xavier has to rush you to the hospital where the other person in your relationship is taking the night shift. Warnings: Injuries, surgery (probably a lot of surgical and medical inaccuracies) Notes: I'm trying a bit of a new format of things in general for my fic, adding dividers and yapping too much at the beginning like I'm doing rn. This is also my first time writing in 2nd person and publishing it, and I think I prefer it for reader fanfic. This is the fic I was referring to in this post. Zayne and Xavier are probably ooc in this, I struggled trying to portray their part of the relationship, but I tried my best since the fic is mainly them interacting. The fic focuses on Xavier and Zayne, the reader literally doesn't say a word throughout the entire thing and is unconscious for nearly all of it 💀 Photos from Pinterest (Xavier and Zayne) and little divider thing made by me with Photopea :) Navigation

It all happened so quickly. One second you were next to him, the next you were thrown to the other side of the field by the force of the wanderer’s hit. You hit a tree with a loud thud. You fell to the ground. Xavier continued fighting, horror overtaking him when he realized you weren’t getting up. You were completely still.

Xavier had to stay focused. He had to get rid of the wanderer. The wanderer was eyeing your collapsed form against the tree. Xavier couldn’t let the wanderer get the chance. He couldn’t risk it. He had to protect you.

When the wanderer fell, Xavier didn’t even look at the protocore it dropped before running to your side. He kneeled next to you, carefully putting his hand on the side of your face. His thumb ran over your cheek a few times as if you were sleeping, and doing this would wake you up. However, you didn’t move, still lying still aside from the rise and fall of your chest.

Xavier glanced over your body, not knowing if he felt relieved or not upon not seeing any blood. Sure, there was no blood on the outside. But what does the inside look like? What injuries are hiding beneath your skin? How much pain will you be in when you wake up? If you wake up?

When the thought crossed his mind that you might not wake up, Xavier jumped into action. He couldn’t call for help, not with this area being an active wanderer hotspot. Sure, there were none here right now, but that doesn’t mean they might not pop back up. He had to move you himself.

He carefully rolled you onto your back. He checked your breathing, making sure it wasn’t too shallow or fading. He untucked your shirt, lifting it enough to see the area around your ribs to check for any weird bumps. If you’ve broken a rib and it’s positioned against your skin, that will make this ten times harder.

The only thing he found was some intense bruises forming. Sure, it was bad, but it wasn’t your bones sticking out of your skin bad. He put your shirt back down and carefully proceeded to roll you onto your stomach. He lifted your shirt once more, feeling along your spine, checking for any deformities or misaligned vertebrae.

Nothing.

He moved to your hips. He wanted to move your pants down to check for bruising near your pelvis, but it felt wrong. Instead, he pressed gently with his hands on each side of your pelvis bone.

He was relieved when you didn’t give a reaction to the light pressure he was applying. Sure, it reminded him that you were passed out, but it also meant the pain wasn’t enough for you to make any noise in your current state.

Unless you physically couldn’t make any noise. Just how unconscious were you? Should you be reacting? Should he be doing this? Is he doing it right? Is he even fast enough to get you to a hospital in time? Is there any time? Were you going to stay asleep? Was he going to lose you?

He shook his head slightly, snapping himself out of it. Now was not the time for panic. He had to stay focused. You needed him to get you out of here.

You needed him.

With the small reassurance that there was nothing wrong with your spine, he took the risk of moving you around once more. Carefully, he sat you up, one hand on your back and the other keeping your head aligned with your neck. Then, he moved next to you, wrapping your arm around his shoulder and then slowly standing. He leaned down enough so he was able to lift you over his shoulders once he stood up properly.

He put one hand over your legs, holding them to his chest. The other held your hand that swayed in front of him. Your head lulled a bit too much for his liking. He wondered if he should’ve figured out a different way to move you. Maybe he could’ve laid you down on his jacket and pulled. Maybe he should’ve.

He doesn’t have time for this. He moves as quickly as he can without jostling you too much. He gets through the trees and after about two minutes, he makes it out of the woods, seeing the car you two had taken waiting just a couple yards away.

He suddenly felt incredibly grateful about Zayne’s insistence that the two of you drive in a car. You and him had been talking about taking two of the Association’s motorcycles. Zayne overheard the conversation and mentioned it would be raining around the time the two of you left. You and Xavier had brushed it off, saying you could both handle a bit of rain. Zayne, however, wasn’t having it, insisting that you take a car instead, claiming the roads would be too wet and a car has better traction and motorcycles are dangerous enough anyway and listen to him or else he won’t cuddle with the two of you tonight.

Xavier walked over, opening the back door. He bent down as best as he could while carrying you on his shoulders. He let go of your hand, leaning slightly to the side where your hand had been to keep you on him and not falling off. With his free hand, he moved the back seat to lay down flat.

He nearly flinched when he heard the soft groan leave you as your body twitched slightly. He froze for a moment, wondering if you were waking up, but you didn’t make any more movements.

He continued, carefully maneuvering you on his shoulders so he could lay you flat in the backseat. Then, he took off his jacket, placing it to support your head and neck through the ride to the hospital. He put his backpack and your backpack on either side of you, hoping it would limit the amount of jostling.

He checked your breathing one last time to make sure he wasn’t losing you. When he didn’t hear any abnormalities, he quickly moved, getting into the front seat and starting the car. The car navigation was saying that the ride to the hospital would be twenty minutes using the legal speed limit.

It was late at night. He would mostly be on the highway. No one else would be on the road. The rain would’ve mostly dried.

He was not going to be following the legal speed limit.

His hands were trembling on the wheel. He thanked whatever God or gods there were for the lack of red lights. When he got off the highway, he mainly slowed down to make sure the turns he was taking weren’t too sharp. He started slowing down when he was about thirty seconds from the hospital, making sure he wouldn’t be stopping too fast with you unbuckled in the back seat.

He got to the hospital in 13 minutes. He immediately felt regret over not calling ahead, but he didn’t let himself dwell on that as he stopped the car near the sidewalk and got out, running into the ER.

The next few minutes went by in flashes. Xavier didn’t remember the in-betweens. He remembered moments.

There were his words when he went in. He partly understood what he was saying, but a lot of it was also from Zayne’s lectures on different types of injuries. The doctor had wanted you and him to know what to say to any emergency responders in a situation like this. Judging by the way the people seemed to drop everything to get to work, Xavier assumes what he said means a lot.

“My part- coworker is in the car, they're a hunter, they’re unconscious. They got thrown against a tree. Blunt force trauma, possible head injury. They’re breathing is stable but they aren’t responsive. I checked their body but I didn’t see anything abnormal for a spinal injury but I don’t know for sure, I carried them to the car and drove them here, I-”

The hospital workers had interrupted him. Three had already come over to him when he came running into the room. He heard someone ask for the keys. He handed them over, seeing the keychain that you and Zayne had gifted him for his birthday swinging as the three people rushed outside, one wheeling a stretcher out with them. He went to follow when another person stopped him.

The next thing he remembers was when you were being wheeled in. The nurse who had stopped him had been saying words, asking him more questions. He doesn’t remember answering. He barely remembers the face of the nurse.

He remembered seeing you. The stretcher rolled along the floor smoothly. You had a brace on your neck, keeping your head stable. Your eyes were still closed. He only got a flash of your face before one of the ER workers was moving near you and blocking his view. He tried to follow them as they went into the back, but he was stopped.

The next chunk was when he’d sat down. He was deadly still, staring blankly at the floor. His mind raced, not knowing if he’d done everything right or if he might’ve killed you himself.

You weren’t going to die. He’d seen others recover from circumstances far worse than yours. They were fine, so you would be too. Obviously.

Xavier hadn’t even thought of it when he first went in. He didn’t think about what hospital he was in. He didn’t think about his other partner’s shift schedule.

He didn’t think of it until he saw Zayne walk through the doors, walking over to one of the nurses with a clipboard to ask questions. For a moment, Xavier didn’t know what to do. Would Zayne be upset? Would he freak out?

Zayne didn’t freak out. Not outwardly. He and Xavier were similar in that way. They experienced their emotions internally. Sure, Xavier was definitely panicking. He’d been panicking ever since the wanderer hit you. But it was in his head. Zayne’s panic was normally there as well.

You, on the other hand, were not like that. You were such a contrast to them. You wore your heart on your sleeve. Around them, you never masked your emotions. You were happy to tell them how you felt, even if how you felt was the opposite. They always listened to your expressive rants, whether you were excited or angry.

And yet, when Xavier had seen you just a few minutes ago, you were so… neutral. Like him and Zayne. It isn’t right. He couldn’t even tell himself that you were just sleeping. Not when he had seen you hit the tree. Not when he saw you fall to the ground. Not when you didn’t move, even when he was attempting to rouse you.

Zayne didn’t notice Xavier at first. He asked the nurse at the ER desk to fill out the paperwork he was handing them. As he handed it over, he took a quick glance around the waiting room, getting ready to ask the nurse about the recent admissions.

His gaze immediately froze on Xavier, standing a few feet away from where he’d just been sitting. It wasn’t right. Xavier was supposed to be with you on a mission right now. If he’s here, in this room, and you’re not…

“Where are they?” He said, dropping the clipboard and quickly going over. “Are you alright? What happened to them?”

“We thought we’d gotten rid of all of them, but a wanderer popped up out of nowhere. It got them, hit them with full force. They went flying and hit a tree. They were knocked unconscious.”

“Immediately? Did they wake up before you got here?”

“No, they- they didn’t, I haven’t seen them in a few minutes, so they might’ve by now, but- but I don’t know. The workers took them back about five minutes ago.”

Zayne nodded, more to himself than Xavier. He took a moment, thinking. Then, he reached over, pulling Xavier into a tight hug. It was only for a moment, but it did help Xavier relax slightly. Zayne was here now, and he was the expert. If he was hugging him, then it meant that going to you wasn’t an emergency. You’d be fine.

Zayne was doing it for one of two reasons. He wanted to calm Xavier down, of course, but he also needed the hug. He needed to feel that it wasn’t both of you. That one of you was okay and here with him, not back being examined for the full extent of whatever injuries you have.

He pulled back, looking at Xavier with calm eyes.

“The people working here have their full attention. I’m the only surgeon on call right now. I haven’t been called back, so they’re not in need of any emergency surgeries. It’ll probably be another twenty minutes before someone comes out to talk to you.”

Xavier nodded.

“Will they let me go back to see them?” His voice was quieter than he wanted it to be, but he couldn’t change it. Not when Zayne was now here, telling him you’ll be fine. That’s the reassurance he needs. He’s not going to feel entirely better until he sees you, but seeing Zayne helps. It definitely helps.

“They’re going to allow both of us to go back and see them.” Zayne didn’t elaborate much, but judging by the tone, Xavier got the feeling that it wouldn’t be normal for them to be allowed to go back so quickly and that Zayne might be pulling a few strings with his position here. It definitely wasn’t ethical, but Xavier wasn’t going to call him out on that. He’d do the same thing, maybe worse.

It was going to be fine. It was all going well. You were going to be fine.

At least, that’s what Xavier and Zayne thought. However, right as Zayne was prepared to ask more questions, his pager went off.

Emergency surgery: Patient with internal bleeding in the abdominal area and a hemothorax.

“I have to go.” Zayne pressed a kiss to Xavier’s forehead before quickly turning.

“Is it them?” Xavier said, quickly following as far as he could.

“I think so. Emergency surgery with the description of the injuries they have. Stay out here. I’ll be back out as soon as I can.”

Zayne walked through the same doors you’d been wheeled through less than ten minutes ago.

Xavier was alone once more, only knowing that your injuries were bad enough to warrant emergency surgery.

Only knowing that your injuries were bad enough for Zayne to show a small flicker of fear in his eyes.

Zayne watched as the anesthesiologists placed the mask over your face. You’d woken up for a moment, a bit dazed. He didn’t have much time to explain what was going on to you, but he simply told you to trust him. He told you you’d be fine.

He had no plans for what he said to be a lie.

The surgery was one he’d been prepared to have to do. He had nightmares that went like this every time you and Xavier were out on a mission and couldn’t give him updates. The nightmares were all the same.

You or Xavier being brought into the hospital. Him being the only one able to do the surgery. Him cutting into either of you in an attempt to save your lives. The blood…. So much blood.

And the worst of it?

He never saved you or Xavier. You always ended up dead on the surgical table, either due to his own error or you having been too far gone.

But that wouldn’t happen this time. He knew exactly how to handle your injuries. He had done this hundreds of times before on hundreds of different patients.

He just had to focus.

It was just a bunch of steps he had to follow. Make the incision. Find the source of the bleeding. Stop the bleeding. Clean out the blood. Confirm the bleeding has stopped.

The internal bleeding was handled.

He didn’t want to be the one to put a tube in your chest cavity, but the bleeding there had to be drained somehow. He never felt weird about doing it on others, but this was you. It was different. You weren’t supposed to be in this position.

And he shouldn’t be the one treating you. It was a conflict of interest. But he wasn’t going to wait until they could get another surgeon here. He’ll just need to file some complaints about the lack of help available at this time of night. You’d think with the size of the hospital they’d have more than one surgeon on call at night, but apparently not.

With the bleeding controlled and the organs checked to not be affected, Zayne and the assistant in the room started working on closing you back up. The dressings were applied. You were cleaned up and brought to the ICU.

Zayne wasn’t able to follow immediately. He had to get himself cleaned up and sanitized. He did it as quickly as he could while still being thorough.

Once he was done, he went immediately to find Xavier. The other man was still in the waiting room. He was sitting in one of the chairs, head resting on his hand as he slept. His other hand held his phone loosely.

After a few hours in surgery with you, Zayne was getting a bit tired of seeing his partners passed out in the hospital. He walked over, lightly tapping Xavier’s shoulder.

The hunter let out a soft sigh as he started waking up. He went to rub his eyes with his hands, accidentally dropping his phone. A small smile came to Zayne’s face watching the process of Xavier waking up that he’s seen hundreds of times. He bent down himself, picking up Xavier’s phone.

Xavier quickly remembered where he was when he recognized that Zayne was wearing his doctor’s coat. He muttered a quick thank you before quickly standing up, much to Zayne’s dismay. Zayne never liked when Xavier or you got out of bed so quickly. With the work you two do, you need to allow yourselves time to relax. Of course, every time he tells you two this you both flip it back on him, quickly ending the argument.

“Are they alright?” Xavier asked. Zayne nodded.

“The surgery went well. We were able to get the bleeding under control. They have a chest tube in right now to drain the blood around the lung.”

“They’re still bleeding?”

“Yes, but it’s not what you think. It’s residual bleeding. It’s expected to stop within a day.”

“So they’re going to be fine?”

“Yes. They’re going to be fine.” Despite his reassurances, Zayne could see Xavier was still anxious. He grabbed Xavier’s hand. “You got them here in time. You helped them. If you hadn’t, there would’ve been complications that the team might’ve not been able to handle. You got them here, and now they’re going to be just fine. Our love is going to be fine.”

Xavier gave a small nod along with a squeeze to Zayne’s hand.

“I know, thank you, Zayne.” Though Xavier took in Zayne’s words, he still couldn’t fully grasp you being okay until he saw you. Zayne could see that in Xavier’s eyes.

“Come on. They’re not awake just yet, but they should be settling in the ICU.”

The walk to the ICU was quick. Xavier was ready to get to see you. He knew you wouldn’t be awake yet, but he hadn’t seen you in over five hours. He didn’t care whether you were asleep or running around like some crazed maniac. He just had to see you.

Once they got there, it was hard to see you. You were intubated in order to keep your airways clear. The ventilator hummed steadily next to the bed you laid on. You laid completely still.

Xavier sat down in the chair next to yours. He reached out, holding your hand. Just the simple act of feeling your hand in his filled him with relief. He relaxed into the chair, feeling much better.

Xavier was ready to go back to sleep when he realized something: Zayne wasn’t sitting with him. He looked back and saw Zayne still standing near the door, looking at you with caution. As if you were going to break apart any minute now. Xavier glanced back at you, giving your hand a small squeeze before standing up and walking over to Zayne.

Just like Zayne had done earlier for him, Xavier took his hand.

“You saved them. They’re going to be just fine. You can relax now.”

Zayne stared at you for a moment before looking at Xavier. He looked into the man’s eyes, taking in the sincerity and calmness. He let out a soft sigh before nodding. A slight smile came to Xavier’s face.

“I think you’ve done enough work. Let’s take this-” Xavier let go of Zayne’s hand, reaching for the buttons. “-off. You’re off duty for now.” Zayne didn’t move to help Xavier but didn’t stop him either.

Once the coat was unbuttoned, Xavier grabbed the coat and lightly tugged it off Zayne, who limply lifted his arms to somewhat help with the process. Xavier placed the coat on the hook on the door. He led Zayne to sit next to the bed with him, but not before taking the page out of his front pocket, pressing a button that said Dr. Zayne was unavailable, and putting it in the pocket of the coat.

Xavier let Zayne take the chair he’d just been sitting in, walking around the bed to grab a different chair and bring it over to sit near Zayne. He sat to Zayne’s side while facing you.

“Come on, Zayne,” He said quietly, grabbing Zayne’s hand. Then, he lifted it and placed it on top of yours. He placed his hand on top of Zayne’s. “They’re alright. We’re all going to be alright.”

Falling asleep happened pretty quickly for the hunter and the surgeon. Xavier leaned in his chair towards Zayne while Zayne did the same towards Xavier. Zayne’s head rested precariously on Xavier’s shoulder and Xavier’s head did the same on Zayne’s. Xavier’s hand had fallen off of yours and Zayne’s, ending up resting on Zayne’s knee. Zayne’s hand was still on top of yours, now holding your hand.

Waking up was an experience you didn’t like. Being intubated was the first thing you noticed. You wanted to cough to clear your throat, but you physically couldn’t. Your mouth felt dry. Your breathing felt… wrong. It didn’t feel right. But you couldn’t fix it.

You felt weak. You couldn’t move properly. You wanted to move your arm, figure out exactly what was going on around you, feel the tube you can feel coming out of the side of your chest and the tube in your mouth. But you couldn’t.

For a moment, you almost panicked. You were confused. Scared. Disoriented. But then, you felt another thing.

Zayne’s hand is on top of yours. You tilted your head slightly, looking to the side. There were your two boyfriends, passed out in two chairs next to your bed. The panic you had just started to feel faded as it was replaced with a warm feeling.

You were still uncomfortable. You were still in a bit of pain. But seeing your boyfriends like this made you able to focus on something else.

You were able to focus on them.

#love and deespace #love and deepspace x reader #zayne x reader #lads zayne #lads x reader #lads #lads xavier #xavier x reader #zayne love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #zayne x you #xavier x you #zayne x xavier #snowstar #snowstar x reader #chat i might be a bit gay for these men what can I say #i love them <3 <3 <3

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strawberriesandroses52 · 14 days ago

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miscalibrated

2/?

potential ooc, I have no idea how to write Prowl ;-;

The unknown mech at Prowl’s feet was the icing on the oil cake of a very long, very bad day.

The Quintessons had just overrun the front on Vos, taking the airports where a majority of Seeker air support came from that morning. His subordinates stationed there hadn’t followed his plan, and gotten six teammates killed, and two injured, which could have been avoided. Optimus had then decided to reassign him after Prowl had yelled at his remaining subordinates. So, instead of the front on Vos, he was going to be on the front on Kaon.

Prowl didn’t need another reassignment, he needed people to take his plans seriously and follow them. Optimus had delivered it diplomatically, of course, but Prowl was a trusted advisor. You would think the Prime would want him by his side, but noooo. It’s Prowl that’s the problem.

Oh, and to finally top it all off. After inspecting it the best he could, he discovered that the navigation on his shuttle was miscalibrated, causing it to crash on an unknown, unnamed planet. There was literally nothing around him in any direction that he could see. Just an endless ocean of sand and rocks. Oh, and of course the crashed shuttle. Can’t forget the crashed shuttle.

Unicron had it out for him.

Prowl had dug the emergency box out from the wreckage already, had set up the radio distress signal, and then sat and waited.

How long did distress signals take to pick up? How long until someone discovers that Prowl hadn’t ever actually made it to Kaon? How long until the calculations running in the back of his head drove him fully mad?

The ever-present string of numbers and statistics and probabilities liked to try and take over his thoughts. It liked the spotlight and it liked the data-crunching. Prowl was determined to not let it rule–a challenge Optimus had given him. Be his own person, outside of the algorithms. Of course Prowl had taken the challenge, he likes winning, he likes proving himself right.

But it had just made him realize how startlingly bad he is at acting like a person.

Without calculating the best routes of a conversation, he flubbed on what to say constantly. Every social instinct seemed to abandon him mid-thought and he’d end up shoving his own pede down his mouth. Since then, he’s been avoided in the breakrooms. Optimus had seemed a little upset about the results of his get-Prowl-to-act-normal experiment, but Prowl?

Prowl wasn’t surprised at all. He was what you would call, an acquired taste. To tolerate his presence, you needed to go through some kind of exposure therapy. Or helm trauma. Which was…fine. Other people are idiots and he can’t stand them anyways.

Would they even notice I hadn’t made it yet though? Would they care?

The calculations said they wouldn’t.

Prowl buries his face into his servos, trying to ignore the steady stream of stats that supports the fact that everyone at base hates him.

A vrrbom sound interrupts his brooding. Prowl removes his helm from his servos, looking around for the source of the noise. It’s coming from behind him, from one of the shuttle’s half busted sensors. It was supposed to be some anti-Quintesson early warning system that detected some chemical most commonly found in the techno-organic flesh that the Quintessons were made out of. It only worked a bit more than 30% of the time, but some warning was better than no warning.

Prowl stands to his pedes uneasily, taking care to inspect his surroundings. Given that there was still nothing around him but sand and rocks, it was unlikely the Quints were going to ambush him. The scanner had probably been damaged in the crash.

The alert sounds again, highlighting the location on a scanner map that was fizzing in and out of existence. He wants to ignore it. He should ignore it. It’s most likely broken and there’s no point in investigating if he’s waiting for help. Prowl’s smart enough to know that you’re not supposed to leave the area when waiting for a rescue.

But what happens when the rescue isn’t coming. A vicious thought whispers. Prowl shudders.

The scanner beeps at him again, calling, tempting.

One side effect of having the most calculating, efficient computers living in the back corners of your brain is the all-consuming desire to know things. To gather more data. It’s an ever present ache at the back of his mind. Prowl likes knowing things.

The curiosity sits there, innocent and waiting.

The scanner beeps once more.

With a sigh, he stands, looking at the scanner more closely. The unidentified Quintesson object isn’t too far from where he is, just about two clicks away. Prowl, in his alt-mode, can get there in a very short time.

He downloads the map from the scanner, uploading it into his files for reference.

Prowl transforms into his alt-mode, back from his days as an Enforcer. Could he have changed it since then? Yes, yes he could have. But that would mean having to learn the stats and limits of a new alt mode whilst in the middle of fighting a war. As nice as it would be to have something less…intimidating, that just isn’t going to happen.

The sand kicks up under him, creating a great billowing trail behind him. If Prowl hadn’t crash landed here, it would’ve been a nice place to just let loose. Maybe race, or drift or do those stupid contests that Hot Rod and Bumblebee loved to start.

One click passes, then two.

The Quintesson object reflects a lot of light, shining in the midday sun of the desert.

When he first gets a good look at it, it disgusts him. It looks Cybertronian, or rather it looks like some poor imitation of a Cybertronian. It has two legs, two arms, a face covered entirely by a blue visor, and some kibble, but that’s where the similarities end. Its legs are bent at odd places, its arms are a touch too long, the fingers too curved and sharp, the joints too round.

If the Quintessons were trying to create a Cybertronian mimic to infiltrate them, it was a poor attempt. Prowl stared at the creature, trying to make sense of its odd body. It had no visible transformation seams either, nothing to indicate that it had a second form at all.

It made Prowl shudder.

But if it was really Quintesson made, then it would be best for the Autobots to take it fro study. Anything they knew about the Quintessons could aid them in the war.

Experimentally, Prowl prodded at its body with his pede. It gave no discernible reaction.

Hm. He didn’t have any towing cables with him at the moment. So he would have to drag the creature all the way back to the crash site. For two clicks.

As Wheeljack would say, for science!

So, ‘for science’, he drags the creature back to the crash site two clicks away. Despite being slightly shorter (seemingly) than Prowl, it is considerably denser. Absently, he wonders if the R&D department would allow him to attend the initial dissection of the creature, or at least read the reports. While Prowl wasn’t necessarily friends with the R&D department, they appreciated his commitment to data and general curiosity.

Perhaps if functionalism hadn’t deemed him an enforcer, he could’ve been a scientist instead.

Prowl sags with relief when the crash site comes into view and he can finally stop dragging this heavy creature. He was thankful the crash site wasn’t a messy one, and had yet to spontaneously combust.

He lets the legs of the creature drop, and goes to the now completely open side of the ship. From there, he locates his energon rations and the field scanner. It was a handy little thing, and he was glad it was apart of the standard kit.

Prowl turned his scanner on, letting it pass over the strange mech once, then twice, to get a visual feel of how it worked. The scan revealed an extremely complex inner system, comparable to a Cybertronian’s. It was eerie, how similar the scanner revealed them to be.

The scanner chimed, indicating the concentration of the Quintesson energy was coming from the mech-creature’s right arm, along its wrist. When Prowl knelt down to inspect it, it coughed out a plume of smoke, little flickers of energy running through it.

He shouldn’t touch it. Prowl takes a look at his scanner again, and then down at the strange mech’s cuff. Could it be that they were a Quintesson prisoner? If they were, how did they escape? There was no other ship nearby that Prowl could see, no visible damage on the mech’s frame, nothing to indicate a struggle. But it was equally unlikely that the Quintessons would just leave a prisoner behind. It was also equally unlikely that the Quintessons would just leave something that they had created behind.

Unless they were dead.

Prowl eyed the potential corpse, looking for something that would constitute a sign of life. It lays still. He takes a look down at his scanner. Would it be able to tell him anything more in depth about this odd not-cybertronian mech if he could connect to its internal systems?

Only one way to find out… Prowl hesitantly flicked on the device again. It passed over the mech with a blue holographic grid, once, then twice more.

ESTABLISH CONNECTION? Appeared on its tiny screen.

Connection? Connection to what, the mech? Prowl shifted from pede to pede, wary of whatever cyber-virus thing could possibly transmit. His digit hovered over the dismissal button.

Instead, he hit accept.

The internal cable popped out of the side, from where Prowl could stretch it and plug it into the unknown mech’s wrist connection. The scan had pointed out a potentially compatible port.

Strangely enough, the connection works. The code on the screen runs normally at first, the number flicking by as it searches for an avenue.

ERROR ALERT! The scanner notifies.

The connection between the mech’s wrist and Prowl’s scanner is starting to smoke and spew jolts of electricity. The device is hot in his servos, and Prowl drops it a half a second before it explodes.

Perhaps this hadn’t been such a good idea.

The mech creature jolts, all limbs flailing and coming to life. There’s a muffled, internal noise that almost sounds like a tiny shriek.

Then it dies.

Or, well, lay still for a moment.

Prowl stared at it, then, stupidly, leaned down to try and get a better look. He didn’t even see so much as a twitch before one of its long arms reached and slashed across his face.

Immediately, Prowl slapped a servo over the cut as the wave of pain that follow hit him. The battle computer told him that it was a shallow cut that his internal nanites could take care of in a few joors.

The mech hadn’t wasted any time in escaping, and by the time Prowl had recovered from the surprise, it was already booking its way across the sand.

He couldn’t let a potential Quintesson escape!

Prowl sprinted after the mech, though he almost tripped over several rocks. He was enthralled by the creature’s odd running gait, how it seemed to barely touch the ground before leaping ahead. It was faster on foot than some cybertronians were on wheels.

Prowl was lagging behind, until it decided to skid to a stop and pivot, facing him with a blank blue visor.

He tensed, expecting it to leap out at him, knife first.

But that didn’t happen. It stared at him for a long moment

“Hello.” He says awkwardly. “I uh, didn’t mean to startle you. Or hurt you.”

Well. He had. A little bit. Not personally, though. Prowl had just intended to ship it off for dissection. The creature doesn’t need to know that though.

On either side of its head, there were long, thick antennae like appendages. Apparently, they also could move. The antennae snap up straight, before lowering again. Was it trying to communicate with him? Prowl didn’t speak ‘antennae’ and didn’t have any protocol to reference for ‘what to do when someone tries to communicate in a language you don’t speak’.

It slowly stands up from its crouched position until its nearly eye level with Prowl. He takes a moment to study its face. Or lack thereof. There’s no intake, no optics, just a blank, blue visor that glows subtly. That must be the purpose of its antennae then, for emotive displays, given the lack of a face.

It tilts its head to the side, studying him, before taking two bold steps forward.

Prowl hadn’t realized that he’d relaxed until now, his whole body tensing.

It tilted his head at him again, antennae wavering slightly.

“ꫝꪖ꠸?”

Wait what.

“Hai?” Prowl repeats with a frown.

“ᛕꪮꪀ꠸ᥴꫝ꠸᭙ꪖ?” It tries again, antenna flopping down in what seemed to be disappointment.

He’s not even going to bother to try and pronounce that.

“I have no idea what you’re saying.” Prowl replies.

“᭙ꫀꪶꪶ ꪻꫝ꠸ᦓ ꠸ᦓ ꠹ꪊᦓꪻ ᧁ᥅ꫀꪖꪻ. ᦓꪻ᥅ꪖꪀᦔꫀᦔ ᭙꠸ꪻꫝ ꪖꪀ ꪖꪶ꠸ꫀꪀ ᭙ꫝꪮ ᦔꪮꫀᦓꪀ'ꪻ ꪊꪀᦔꫀ᥅ᦓꪻꪖꪀᦔ ꪑꫀ.” The mech says.

Prowl sighs.

This would be a long wait for rescue.

#rose's mecha au #mech pilot jazz au #tf mecha universe #tf jazz #tf prowl #friends #no shipping #mecha #transformers #first contact #original by Keferon

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hoiststowline · 3 months ago

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_thundercracker x reader

[a/n: giving writing for thundercracker a shot, hopefully this is not too ooc! also, ty @rabotimagines , for the idea to do a small/mindless touches scenario!]

midnight air moves in short motions, poking at the unkept grass that stirs against exposed skin. it hadn't arrived to the point of an miserable breeze, though it was brisk enough to bring to question just how late of an hour the evening had seeped into.

it didn't make sense to spend any amount of effort to dwell on it, evidently very content by the simplest of actions and displays. though, somewhere in the back of your mind nags the idea that perhaps he was required to be somewhere else, just on the brink of asking to break an almost perfect silence.

immediately, an exhausted gaze catches the way his hand moves across the grass. it had previously come to rest nearby at your left, yourself tucked underneath thundercracker's arm as he reclines on his back. he's studying the sky, possibly navigating a map of stars but offers no inkling to what is actually on his mind. providing no words, his hand skates up the top of your thigh and lands in your lap, unceremoniously to boot.

now effectively trapped by his arm, any and all ideas suggesting he had responsibilities to attend to elsewhere are thrown to the very back of your thoughts, rightfully returned. knowing him, he wouldn't have done that, taciturnly asking you to stay without even looking your way.

effortlessly, you glance upward to survey his expression, yet thundercracker evidently has other plans. his optics are now closed, his unoccupied servo tucked beneath his helm for support against the stiff ground.

your mouth part to inquire just what he was up to, but in return your question goes unanswered as he scoops up one of your hands, gentle but unyielding. what comes to rest within your palm is his thumb, somewhat cool to the touch but easily present. unable to wrangle yourself free to catch his face, you freeze as his digit glides across the soft skin there, a short sweeping motion.

placidness arises familiarly in moments like these, and at least to you, thundercracker was well known for small touches such as the indicated. it's almost as if he doesn't quite realize it, subconsciously inching closer until he's within reach to get what he wants.

a breathy laugh escapes you, even after a futile effort to stifle it if only to preserve the moment. at the noise, thundercracker halts his caressing, though leaves his servo exactly where it landed. catching on that he's staring at you, you peer upward to find he's looking down your way in a confused and lazy manner.

"Yes?" thundercracker rumbles, unmistakably nonchalant but still curious as to what you find so amusing.

teeth sinking to some degree into your bottom lip, you offer a smile in apology before shrugging your shoulders. as if to say 'I don't know,'.

"Clearly something is amusing,"

you gasp as he moves to free his hand, though at your pleas and small tugs to stay he obliges. so you weren't laughing at that then, a reassurance that he wasn't doing something wrong.

"Do you realize you do that?" you extend, as means of intimate conversation.

now, having grasped his full attention in a manner of seconds, thundercracker sits up a little more, maneuvering slightly so all of his weight is placed on his other hand behind him. "Do I realize that I do what?"

at the feeling of your tiny fingers skating over his outer plating, something akin to a shiver runs up and over shoulders. without fail, that happens every single time you do that, and he can't quite ever bring himself to suppress the action. if you notice it, that's beyond his knowledge, but he wouldn't care if you did.

when you don't promptly respond, thundercracker's thumb swipes across your palm once more, a nudge to get your attention that only makes you smile stupidly.

"That," you hum, embracing his digit around your fingers as if it was a hand to hold.

at your dance around the subject, thundercracker raises his brow, vastly perplexed as to why you couldn't outright say it. grumbling faintly, he repeats the gesture a third time to push all of the puzzle pieces together, to answer his own query.

when you nod twice, he remains stumped. "I think so."

"Oh." however, you're still beaming with a delighted demeanor. "I like it."

while it wasn't always a conscious action, you didn't need to know that. if it made you happy, it would straightaway be added to the list of things that make you smile.

what he doesn't expect is for you to lean forward, carefully depositing a string of muted kisses up the length of his hand. after such an observation, thundercracker catches the yawn that you try your absolute best to restrain, though fail in the very end.

it remains heavily disappointing to say it, he still provides the statement if only for your wellbeing. "You're tired," he moves to sit up straight, though prohibited from going far as your fingers still linger over his plating, adamantly unwilling to forcibly tug himself free. "It's time to return home."

thundercracker can't resist you when you look at him like that, staring up at him with something of a pout on your lips. "Ten more minutes? Please?"

he huffs, but settles back against the grass. "Five."

very aware of the way your cheek gingerly rests against his upper torso and how everything freely falls back into place, he ex-vents silently to himself. after a moment, his thumb moves back across your hand, to which thundercracker can hear how your heart moderately picks up pace, happy.

#sul tf writes #transformers #maccadam #transformers idw #mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers x human #thundercracker #thundercracker x reader #thundercracker imagine #transformers thundercracker

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reiirea · 3 months ago

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In My Room... Yan! Akutagawa x GN Reader!

~ Navigation ~ Main Fandom MT ~ PM MT ~

Reader: Gender neutral

Yandere! Akutagawa x Blind! Ghost! GN! Reader

Type of fic: Oneshot

Inspired by: The song linked above called "In My Room"

Time spent making this fic: 3 weeks? (I didn't keep track of the time lol (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) It took a lot of time not posting this though lol)

Warnings: Probably ooc, no pronouns just You, I do not condone any actions or behaviour in this fanfic, this is made only for fun, Yandere Akutagawa, Unhealthy Obsession, Gore, Murder, lowk kinda cringe, English as my second language, First Fanfic!!!

Reader: Reader here is a ghost and they're like the opposite of Akutagawa, they're kind, peaceful, patient (both are patient), sensitive, etc. They visited Akutagawa nightly. I'll make another Oneshot in how they met before this, reader doesn't know what Akutagawas job is since Akutagawa decided to lie to them that he was just an office worker in which of course Reader believes.

It was 2:45 when the bell went off, he once again heard your signature two tapping noise on the window, Akutagawa eyed at the window with his hollow dark eyes, eying it closely before then approaching the window with his hands shoved in his black coat's pocket. He then opened the window to let you in, he offered his hand to help you get down.

"Ah, thank you my love," you smiled at him softly taking his warm hand into your cold hands as you stepped down onto the window sill and onto the wooden floor.

Whenever people would encounter Akutagawa, whether they were a coworker, acquaintance, business partner, passerby. They all have similar thoughts about him. They would think he was odd..

Cold,

Menacing,

Dangerous...

That's what they would all think...But you... you thought of him differently...

Maybe it's because you were blind and it's the way he helped you, maybe it's because you don't know what he does for his job, or maybe its because of your kind nature.

Whatever it was it all came down to one conclusion...You were drawn to him...And so was he to you...

As you then stepped onto the wooden floor he guided you taking your hand onto his, intertwining it as he leads you to his queen sized bed. As you felt the soft silky fabric with your hands you sat down the bed.

You didn't let go of his hand, and neither did he let go of yours. The room was silent, but even then it didn't matter because two of you enjoyed each others presence even without verbal conversations to each other. And the two of you held each other for the rest of the night, like all the other nights...

It was all happy and fine, it was, wasn't it?

He thought this would all last...

He thought you would last...

He was wrong, because one sudden night you came in the bedroom by the window suddenly sobbing hard to him.

"Ryuu!" You sobbed to him as he caught you in a hug burrowing your head in his shoulder, his eyes widened at the sight. This was the first time ever he saw you cry.

"My dear...I have to depart...I cannot- stay anymore...Someone caught a sight of me-...The- neighbors child...I'm sorry..." The words 'I have to depart' stabbed Akutagawa hard in the chest. His heart ached at just the single thought of you leaving him. Departing away in his life...

The ache pains him more than his harsh breathing every time he would inhale air in this meaningless world. He couldn't even verbally respond..

For the rest of the night he held you tight as if you were gonna slip off away from him leaving him. Which to be fair you were gonna leave.

He didn't get a single hour of sleep, though, it's alright since he can survive without sleep for days.

When he left for work the thought of you leaving lingers at the back of his mind for the rest of the day...He decided to wait one night to see if you actually left...And he hopes that you didn't...

Because if you did...He would cause hell..

And he did cause hell...

When he waited for you the whole night, you didn't come...

And he did the most reasonable thing to do...

Brutally murder the child that saw you...

Now here he is, right Infront their apartment door...

Since the apartment building was owned by the port mafia, he decided that losing one or two members won't affect much...

Akutagawa slammed open the door mid-day when the child—which turned out to be a boy, was playing in the living room, and the parents are all sound asleep in their bedroom from the tiring job the night before.

Akutagawa released Rashōmon's sharp black bonds instantly going through the boy's head, blood spilled tainting the white marble floor. The boy let out a high-pitched scream that instantly alerted the parents in the other room.

The boys father rushed out of the hallway with a pistol, when the father's eyes scanned the room his eyes immeadiately went to the bloody corpse, his alerted face turned into horror and vengeance. Though it was a pity that the father died instantly when rashōmon took advantage of his split second horror and slit his throat.

The mother entered the room and she was confident in killing the intruder at first but when she saw the face of the murderer she started kneeling down Infront of him begging for her life.

"Please Akutagawa!!" The woman beneath him begged. "Please Spare my life!! I beg-!" Rashōmon stabbed through her chest, the sound of bones breaking, blood spilling, and horrified screams filled the apartment for a split second... Then it all stopped...

Akutagawa left the scene casually as he continued onto his day... Though later that night, he waited in the pitch black darkness of the night again, waiting for you to come back...

He waited and waited...

2-3 nights passed...still no sign of you...It's alright maybe he just needs to wait a few more days...

Days turns into weeks, and weeks turns into months, and months turn into a whole year...

But that still doesn't mean he'll give up...

He'll find you...

no matter what...

Note: Took me so long to finally post but omg yayy it's done...posted this at 5am btw...

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sun4ki · 1 year ago

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“So young and pretty, it’s too bad they passed”

- In my room _ By insane clown posse

Aeon of light!Gn Reader X various Hsr women hcs

Characters (Ruan Mei, Kafka, Robin, Himeko, Black Swan, Natasha)

Gn Reader being forgotten Aeon of Light, keeping their distance around any human life as they wandering peacefully around the universe. Having great and powerful strength, only to be degraded by other, stronger Aeons. They hid their identity but that would soon change as these women found Gn reader and took them in...

Warnings: slight ooc? MEN OR HOMOPHOBIC DNI

Author's note: first fic post like actually :p hope you like this! I'm open to criticism and improvement! Sorry for bad English, its not my first language and im dyslexic :(

Ruan mei

The scientist who found you wandering all alone in the secluded zone, the poor Aeon got lost and ended up in the Herta space Station..

Lucky for you, That was the day Ruan Mei visited. You explored the Secluded area, seeing a lot of these critters around.

feeling curious you picked up one of them, only to hear mechanical noises of a door being opened behind you. You turned around seeing the Scientist who created these critters herself. . .

“How interesting . . “ the scientist spoke to herself in a monotone manner

Eventually Ruan Mei soon took you in, doing some simple experiments for her study.

“Hold still , this would be less painful if you stop with the unnecessary movement .”

You could only sit and watch idly as the scientist takes some blood sample from you for her research on an extraordinary being like you

Kafka

Kafka found you during one of her missions, She took you in, saying how it was “destiny’s plan”, how both of you were destined to meet eventually. . .

Elio had already told her it was part of her “script” meeting with you and bringing you with. . .

The stellaron hunter knew you could be a great addition to their team— I mean just imagine a powerful yet forgotten Aeon of Light in the stellaron hunters team ?! Not to mention you would also be a great sparring partner

“You’re pretty strong Y’know ?

Great for me to test my skills on without you dying ~ “

Jokes aside Kafka is actually very gentle and caring about you, aware of the fact you don’t know a lot about how humanity lived (considering you kept your distance around them), she would teach you how to blend in and live a life like the rest . . .

Robin

By the time you got to Penacony, you were immediately drawn to this ethereal singing . . .

When you saw Robin for the first time, you were mesmerized by her beauty as she sang. . . Her looks reminded you one of an Angel, a beautiful one, you couldn’t take your eyes off her

The two of you became fast friends, Robin would guide you around Penacony, she was like your tour guide, showing you around the dreamscape.

Robin was actually very supportive about your whole Aeon of Light thing, and just like Kafka, she would often accompany you and teach the ways to live like the rest

her brother Sunday doesn’t actually approve of you though , he’s suspicious of you and Robin’s relationship but ether way Robin would ensure you he means good

“Don’t mind my brother . .

He’s just concerned about me . .”

Himeko

Himeko found you in one of express’s trailblazer missions right after they left penacony, Himeko took it upon herself to take care of you, aware of the fact you still felt unsure about the rest of the members

The navigator would often let you sleep in her cabin, accompanying you as you would always feel comfortable in her embrace . .

It’s not a surprise you would avoid any contact with the other members of the train. . Either way, when the others set out for another expedition, you would stay behind with Himeko, making sure Himeko is protected and safe at all costs . . .

Maybe because you’re close or maybe because she reminds you of a certain someone in The past you can’t quite identify. . (Doing this cuz i miss murata himeko)

“You’re clingy sometimes you know..?

Who knew the Aeon of Light could act like a clingy love sick puppy at times ?”

Black swan

When you enter penacony, you haven’t seen black swan just yet. . She would be keeping an eye on you from a distance before actually revealing who she is . . (She gives me stalker vibes idk)

She finds you intriguing . . She would observe how you behave for a few days or so and by the looks at it- you clearly don’t know how to act properly around others let alone socialize . .

That’s when the Memokeeper decided to step out of her “bird hide” enough with watching you like a delicate bird unaware of her keen eyes

“What’s an interesting being like you wandering all alone in this dreamscape ?”

Black swan would look into your memories aswell . . Witnessing your past . . Aswell as the memories of being degraded by other Aeons and being forced to live in the shadows of the universe to be left and forgotten. .

“What a poor birdie you are . .” The woman would whisper

“Don’t worry dear ~ I’ll make sure to take care of you ”

Natasha

As soon as you got to Belobog, you were immediately sent to the underground. . .

Let’s just say the guards gave you a not so “friendly” Welcome, which lead to fighting- a lot of fighting-

The fight eventually forced you to be sent to the underground

Natasha was the first to find you, you met her while she was doing some errands . . . Seeing that Natasha was actually kind and gentle with you, you stayed by her side, helping her in the clinic and with the kids

Eventually, Natasha introduced you to the other wildfire members, you started helping in the underground, being a big help in taking care of the people there, like the underground’s guardian.

you would help with the wildfire’s fights, often getting all bruised up since you force yourself to not use your full power.. but whenever you do, atleast you have your trusty doctor to patch you back up

“Just be careful next time okay sweetie?” She would often tell you

Little side note: i was actually supposed to add acheron and stelle lmfao but i got busy and keep forgetting to write their part haha, i will add them though if any of you want a part two. You can also recommend other characters to add ^^

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↳ Toji Fushiguro x f! black reader

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summary. You were always told by your family to stay out of trouble, get your degree, get a good job, and live a good life. Simple rules to follow. You somehow caught the eye of probably the most problematic person in your university but why did it intrigue you to find out more about him.

Toji Zenin/Fushiguro saw you for the first time strolling past him and his friends in front of the university's library. Something about you drew him in. He never saw someone like you before, focused, poised and dedicated to their degree. Always in the library or hanging out with friends, not really partying much. He wondered when curiosity would get the better of him to approach you, but he knew the life he lived would be too problematic for someone as sweet as you.

genre: heavy angst, modern au, 18+, explicit smut, dark romance,

Mafia Au, street racer au, dark romance au

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fic warnings. ooc, profanity, mental health issues, toxic relationships, cheating, explicit smut, drug use, mentions of depression + more to be updated as story progresses.

Please read with proper discretion. this is a work of fiction. all characters are written to portray roles that are necessary to the plot and are in no way a reflection of their canon counterparts.

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Chapter: Lost in da sauce

The following week was a blur of deadlines and classes for Y/n, her mind constantly drifting back to Toji and the cryptic words his uncle had said. She hadn’t seen Toji since that night at the shop, though she hadn’t been actively avoiding him either. He was an enigma, a tangle of contradictions she couldn’t quite unravel. And now, the small world she had been so carefully navigating—architecture projects, hanging out with Mei Mei and Shoko, balancing her coursework—felt too small to contain the storm of thoughts whirling in her mind.

It was late one evening, long after her last class, when she found herself once again outside the mechanic shop. The dim glow of the street lamps cast long shadows over the alleyways, the faint sounds of cars rushing by in the distance. She wasn't sure why she came—maybe part of her wanted answers, or maybe she just wanted to see him.

She stepped inside the shop, the familiar smell of grease and metal flooding her senses. It was quiet, too quiet for a place usually bustling with noise. The silence felt heavy, as though it carried the weight of secrets that were never meant to be spoken aloud.

"Y/n," Toji's voice cut through the stillness, pulling her from her thoughts.

She turned to see him standing by one of the cars he was working on, a lit cigarette between his lips, his tattoos catching the flickering light. His eyes, dark and unreadable, flicked over her, and she felt that familiar pull—dangerous, magnetic, and impossible to resist.

"You shouldn’t be here," Toji said, his voice low but not unkind. He flicked the ash from his cigarette, watching her with a careful intensity that made her stomach flip.

"Maybe I shouldn’t," she replied, stepping closer. "But I’m here anyway."

Toji’s lips quirked into a faint smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly before setting it aside. "You’re looking for something. What is it?"

Y/n hesitated, the questions swirling in her mind bubbling to the surface. "I don’t know… answers? About you, about what you’re involved in."

He stiffened slightly at her words, and for a moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he sighed, running a hand through his hair, the faint scent of smoke lingering in the air between them.

"It’s complicated," he finally said, his voice rougher than usual. "You don’t need to get involved in this."

"I’m already involved, aren’t I?" Y/n shot back, her frustration bubbling over. "You can’t just kiss me and then act like I’m not going to ask questions, Toji. I’m not stupid."

Toji’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he moved toward her, his presence filling the space between them. He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek, and despite her anger, she felt herself leaning into the warmth of his touch.

"You don’t understand, Y/n," he said softly, his thumb grazing her skin. "There’s a lot going on. Things that you’re better off not knowing. If you dig too deep, you won’t like what you find."

"Try me," she whispered, searching his face for any sign that he might let her in.

For a moment, the mask he always wore seemed to falter, something raw and vulnerable flashing in his eyes. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by the familiar stoic expression she had come to know.

"It’s not that simple," he muttered, stepping back, his hand falling away from her. He turned back to the car, as though using it as a shield to distance himself from her questions.

Y/n watched him for a moment, her heart aching with frustration. "So that’s it? You’re just going to shut me out?"

Toji didn’t look at her, his hands busy with the engine, but his voice carried an edge of finality. "It’s for your own good."

The words stung, and for a brief moment, Y/n considered storming out, letting the door slam behind her and walking away from whatever this was. But then she thought back to the way he had looked at her that night, the way his touch had lingered just a little too long, and the way his kiss had spoken of more than just lust. There was something deeper there, something he wasn’t saying.

"Toji," she said, her voice softer now, "I don’t need you to protect me. I just need you to be honest with me."

Toji stopped working, his hands resting on the car as he finally turned to face her. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers, and for a moment, it felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of them.

"You don’t know what you’re asking for, Y/n," he murmured, stepping closer to her once again. His presence was overwhelming, a mix of danger and something she couldn’t quite name.

"Then tell me," she urged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me understand."

Toji sighed, reaching into his pocket for another cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter. He took a slow drag, exhaling the smoke before meeting her gaze again.

"My family," he began slowly, "they're not what you think. The Zenin name… it carries weight. My uncle… the one you met… he's involved in things that are better left unsaid."

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat, the puzzle pieces slowly starting to click into place. She had always suspected something was off, with the way Toji moved, the quiet conversations, the subtle tension in the air whenever his uncle was mentioned. But hearing it out loud was different.

"You’re part of it, aren’t you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Toji’s silence was all the confirmation she needed.

"It’s not by choice," he said quietly. "But it’s my responsibility now."

Y/n felt the weight of his words settle over her. This wasn’t just about some family business—it was about power, control, and danger. And yet, despite the growing sense of unease, she couldn’t walk away.

"And me?" she asked softly, meeting his gaze. "Where do I fit in all of this?"

Toji stepped closer, his hand once again finding its way to her cheek, his thumb brushing gently against her skin. "You don’t," he said, his voice low. "And I’m trying to keep it that way."

Sukuna had been leaning against the wall, his sharp eyes scanning the room when he noticed Toji and Y/n standing close, lost in their own world. He smirked and nudged Gojo, who had been joking around nearby. "Look at that," Sukuna murmured under his breath, motioning toward the pair.

Gojo, ever the playful spirit, grinned mischievously as he watched Toji with Y/n. "Aww, how cute," he teased. But then something shifted in his gaze when he noticed a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye—the unmistakable presence of Toji’s uncle, looming in the background, watching intently.

Without hesitation, Gojo strolled over to Toji, giving him a light tap on the shoulder. His usual carefree tone was replaced with a more serious one as he spoke in code, something only Toji would understand. "Your uncle’s eyes are on you, bro. You know better."

The moment Gojo’s words sank in, Toji’s expression changed. His face hardened, the warmth and easy demeanor he had with Y/n disappearing almost instantly. He turned to her, his eyes colder than she had ever seen them before. The sudden shift made her stomach twist in confusion and discomfort.

“Toji, what’s going on?” Y/n asked, her voice small, unsure of what just happened.

Toji didn’t answer. His gaze lingered on her for a second too long, as if fighting some inner battle, but then he turned his back on her without another word. Mumbling something to Gojo under his breath, he walked away, his broad frame retreating toward his uncle, leaving Y/n standing there, stunned and hurt by the sudden coldness.

Gojo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He glanced at Y/n, his usual playful demeanor returning, though there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "Don’t take it personally. He’s got a lot on his plate," Gojo said, stepping closer to her.

Y/n’s brows furrowed, trying to make sense of what had just happened. "But why did he—"

"Come on," Gojo interrupted gently, his usual grin appearing on his face. "Let me drop you back home. Toji's… dealing with things." He reached out a hand to her, his easygoing nature trying to soften the blow of Toji’s sudden departure.

Y/n hesitated, her mind racing with questions, but she nodded, not wanting to be left alone in the strange atmosphere that had developed in the shop. As they walked toward Gojo’s car, Y/n glanced back once more, catching a glimpse of Toji standing beside his uncle, his back turned to her. Her heart ached, the warmth and connection they had shared moments ago now replaced with a chilling distance she couldn’t understand.

But as his lips ghosted over hers, and the heat between them flared once more, Y/n knew that keeping her out was the last thing he wanted to do. Y/n jumped into Gojo’s car, slamming the door with more force than she intended. Her mind was swirling with emotions—confusion, frustration, hurt—but most of all, she was angry. Toji’s sudden change in demeanor felt like a slap in the face, and the cryptic way everyone around him acted didn’t help.

As Gojo started the engine, Y/n couldn’t hold it in any longer. "What the hell was that, Gojo?" she demanded, her voice sharp and cutting through the tension. "You’ve gotta tell me what’s going on with Toji. What’s his deal? One minute he’s fine, the next, he’s acting like I’m nobody!"

Gojo kept his eyes on the road, his usual light-hearted nature fading into something more serious. "Y/n… it’s not my place to say," he replied, his voice lower than usual.

"Not your place?" she snapped. "You can’t be serious. I just watched him walk away from me like I’m nothing. And you’re telling me you’re not gonna give me anything?"

He sighed but didn’t take his eyes off the road. "Even if it were my place, you’re not part of that world. None of this is your business."

Y/n blinked, shocked by his bluntness. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice rising with disbelief. "Not my business? Are you seriously telling me that after everything I’ve seen—after everything you’ve let me be around—that I’m just supposed to sit here and pretend it’s not happening?"

Gojo finally glanced her way, his normally bright eyes dimmed with a seriousness she hadn’t seen before. "Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m saying."

Y/n’s anger flared even more at his calm response. "What the hell is wrong with you guys? Your whole crew acts like this—like you're in some secret world, and I’m just supposed to be okay with being left in the dark! I’m not stupid, Gojo. I see the tattoos, the scars, the whispers when Toji’s uncle shows up. You’re all playing some dangerous game, and I’m tired of being on the outside, acting like I don’t notice."

Gojo remained silent, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as she continued tearing into him. "Toji’s like two different people, and you all enable it. Sukuna, Geto, you—they’re all part of this mess, aren’t they? And now you’re telling me to stay out of it like I’m just some… some extra who doesn’t matter!"

Y/n stopped, breathing hard, her chest heaving with the weight of everything she had been holding in. The car’s engine hummed in the silence that followed. For a moment, Gojo said nothing, just staring at the road ahead.

Finally, he let out a slow breath, glancing at her briefly before turning back to the road. "You done?"

Y/n blinked, caught off guard by the question. "What?" she asked, her tone still sharp.

"I said, are you done?" Gojo repeated, his voice calm, almost too calm. He didn’t seem phased by her outburst, didn’t flinch at her words. It was as if her anger had bounced off him, leaving no impact.

She stared at him, her frustration growing. "You’re seriously not going to say anything?"

Gojo let out a dry laugh, shaking his head slightly. "What do you want me to say, Y/n? That you’re right? That Toji’s life is messed up? That we’re all involved in some shit you can’t even begin to understand? You already know that. But you still think you can just dive into this world and everything’s gonna make sense? It’s not that simple."

She scoffed, crossing her arms, her body rigid in the passenger seat. "Then make it simple for me. Explain something, anything."

Gojo’s jaw tightened for a second. "Here’s the thing, Y/n," he said, his tone a little sharper now. "Toji’s got a lot going on—stuff that’s been building long before you came around. He’s got responsibilities, ones that come with a price. You walking into that? You wouldn’t survive it."

Her eyes narrowed, his words stoking the fire inside her even more. "I can handle myself. I don’t need you to protect me."

Gojo’s lips curled into a small, almost sad smile. "That’s what you think. But trust me, Toji’s world… it’ll swallow you whole. And once you’re in, there’s no getting out." He glanced at her again. "So yeah, maybe it’s best you stay on the outside."

Y/n’s hands clenched into fists in her lap, the weight of his words settling in, but they didn’t quiet the storm inside her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something more was happening, something that involved Toji on a deeper level. She wasn’t just going to accept his sudden coldness, or this brush-off from Gojo.

"So, what?" she finally asked, her voice calmer but no less firm. "I’m just supposed to forget about tonight? About what happened with Toji?"

Gojo didn’t answer right away, the silence between them thick with unspoken truths. After a long pause, he pulled up in front of her apartment building. The car stopped, and he turned to her, his eyes softer now but still serious.

"I’m telling you, Y/n, let this one go. Toji’s got his own demons to fight. You can’t save him from them."

Without another word, Gojo unlocked the doors. Y/n stared at him for a moment, her heart heavy with frustration and confusion. She knew there was more to the story, more that she wasn’t being told. But for now, she had no choice but to leave it where it was.

Reluctantly, she opened the door and stepped out, glancing back at Gojo one last time before closing the door behind her. As the car pulled away, disappearing down the street, Y/n stood there, feeling more lost than ever.

What the hell had she just gotten herself into?

Before Gojo could fully pull away, Y/n, fueled by anger and frustration, called out to him. "Gojo, wait." He stopped the car and looked over, raising an eyebrow.

"Give Toji a message for me," she said, her voice shaking with a mixture of hurt and resolve. "Tell him to just forget about me. I’m no longer interested."

Gojo’s expression shifted, his usual easygoing nature momentarily replaced by something more serious. He turned off the car engine, took a deep breath, and got out, rounding the car until he was standing in front of her. His gaze softened slightly as he leaned against the car, arms crossed. "Y/n, chill."

"Chill?" Y/n’s voice shot up as she stared at him in disbelief. "What the hell are you on? Are you serious right now?" Her eyes blazed, her patience worn thin. "Are you on crack or something?"

Gojo scoffed, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Nah, that shit ain't my thing." He held up his hands in mock surrender. "But I’m serious, you need to cool down. I get it, you’re pissed. Toji messed up, and this whole thing sucks, but saying you're 'no longer interested'?" He shook his head. "You don’t mean that."

Y/n crossed her arms, her jaw tightening. "I do. I’m tired of being left in the dark, tired of all the games, tired of you guys acting like I’m just some outsider who doesn’t deserve to know what’s going on. If he wants to treat me like I don’t matter, then fine. I’ll walk away."

Gojo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, I can’t pretend to know everything that’s going on in Toji’s head. He’s a mess right now, I’ll give you that. But walking away? You sure that’s what you want?" His voice softened, his blue eyes searching hers for a sign that maybe she didn’t really mean it.

Y/n bit her lip, looking away for a moment. A part of her wanted to take it back, to hold onto the Toji she thought she knew, the one she felt drawn to despite everything. But then she remembered how cold he had been, how distant and dismissive. Her heart ached, but her pride refused to let her crumble.

"I’m sure," she finally said, though her voice faltered just slightly. "He made his choice, and now I’m making mine."

Gojo studied her for a moment, his smirk gone, replaced by something more genuine. "Alright," he said, nodding. "I’ll tell him, but don’t be surprised if he doesn’t take it well." He tilted his head, giving her a small smile. "Toji doesn’t exactly do well with people walking away."

Y/n huffed. "Well, he should’ve thought about that before treating me like nothing."

Gojo stood up straight, walking back around to the driver’s side. "Noted," he said as he got back in the car. "But just so you know… Toji’s not the type to forget. So don’t be too shocked if he comes knocking anyway."

With that, he revved the engine and shot her one last look, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Take care, Y/n."

And then he was gone, leaving her standing on the sidewalk, heart pounding, thoughts racing. Part of her wanted to believe that walking away was the right choice, that cutting ties with Toji Zenin would give her the peace she craved.

But deep down, she knew—Toji was far from done with her. And she wasn’t sure if she was ready to let him go either.

Gojo headed back to the shop, his usual carefree demeanor slightly more subdued. As he stepped inside, he was greeted by the sight of Sukuna pacing back and forth, his face twisted in frustration. Toji, meanwhile, sat in the corner, an air of fury radiating from him as he eyed Geto. His expression was a mixture of anger and annoyance, his jaw clenched so tightly that it looked like it might crack.

Gojo raised an eyebrow, mumbling under his breath, “His uncle at it again, huh?”

Sukuna shot him a glare but said nothing, continuing his agitated pacing. Gojo, not wanting to deal with Sukuna’s temper, walked over to Toji, who was nursing a busted lip. Toji had a joint hanging loosely from his lips, smoke curling lazily around his head as he wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

The sight of him, beaten and bruised, sent a ripple of tension through Gojo. He knew Toji’s temper, knew how dangerous he could be when pushed to his limit. And from the look on his face, he was teetering dangerously close to that edge.

Gojo hesitated, glancing at the watch on his hand. He debated whether he should tell Toji what Y/n had said earlier, but seeing the state his friend was in, he quickly decided against it. The last thing Toji needed was another reason to spiral.

But as if fate had a cruel sense of timing, Toji’s phone buzzed on the table next to him. He picked it up and glanced at the screen, his eyes narrowing immediately.

It was a text from Y/n.

"I know Gojo’s too much of a punk to tell you what I said,so you better ask him"

Gojo watched as Toji’s expression darkened further, the tension in the room becoming almost unbearable. Toji’s hands tightened around the phone, his knuckles white as he read the message. His lips curled into a dangerous sneer, and without taking his eyes off the screen, he growled, "Tell me exactly what she said, Satoru."

Gojo, caught off guard, froze for a moment. “Huh?” He knew what Toji was referring to, but hoped playing dumb might defuse the situation.

Toji’s gaze flicked up to Gojo, his eyes cold and filled with a quiet fury. “Don’t play with me right now,” he said, his voice low and threatening. “Tell me what Y/n said.”

Gojo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he weighed his options. Toji wasn’t going to let this go. He might as well rip off the bandage. "She, uh, told me to give you a message. Said she’s done. Doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore." He hesitated, then added, "She told me to tell you to stay the fuck away from her."

The room went dead silent. Sukuna stopped pacing, and even Geto, who had been lounging nearby, straightened up, sensing the shift in the atmosphere.

Toji’s expression hardened further, his eyes like shards of ice as he stared at the text on his phone. Slowly, he set the phone down, leaning back in his chair. His jaw worked as he bit down on the joint, smoke swirling around his head in a thick cloud.

"Stay the fuck away from her, huh?" Toji muttered to himself, his voice barely audible. He let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Like that’s gonna happen.”

Gojo winced, knowing this was far from over. He could see the storm brewing in Toji’s eyes, the dangerous mix of rage and obsession that was simmering just beneath the surface. Y/n’s message hadn’t deterred him—it had only made things worse.

Toji took another drag from his joint, the smoke curling lazily as he exhaled. He stood up slowly, wiping the blood from his lip again, and glanced over at Sukuna and Geto. "We’re not done," he said, his voice cold and emotionless.

Gojo knew that look. It was the look of a man who had already made up his mind. Toji wasn’t about to let Y/n slip away—not without a fight.

And when Toji decided to fight for something, he never lost.

Gojo watched in silence as Toji stood up from the chair, his entire body taut with tension. He wasn’t moving in a rush, but there was something ominous in his slow, deliberate movements. He could feel the weight of what was coming; whatever Toji had planned next wasn’t going to end well for anyone. Especially Y/n.

Sukuna stopped pacing and turned to look at Toji, an eyebrow raised. "What’s the plan?" Sukuna asked, his voice casual, but there was an edge to it, like he was bracing himself for Toji's inevitable outburst.

Toji flicked his gaze toward Sukuna, his expression unreadable. "Same plan as always," he said, voice low. "Business first. Then I’ll deal with her."

Gojo swallowed, knowing better than to push further but couldn't help but feel unsettled. "And what does ‘deal with her’ mean?" Gojo asked, despite himself, hoping to at least gauge just how far gone Toji was.

Toji turned to face him fully, a cold smile playing on his lips. "It means I’ll remind her that no one walks away from me. Especially not someone like her."

Gojo’s blood ran cold at the calm way Toji said it, as if Y/n was just another problem to be solved. He wasn’t used to seeing Toji this far into his own head, consumed by the need to control something—or in this case, someone.

Sukuna leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms. "You sure that’s a good idea, Toji?" he asked, his voice still laid-back, but his eyes sharp. "She already wants out. You think pushing her is gonna do you any favors?"

Toji’s jaw ticked, but his voice remained steady. "She thinks she can run. She thinks that by telling me to stay away, it’s over. But she doesn’t know me. Not yet."

Gojo could see Sukuna shift, glancing at Geto, who remained silent on the other side of the room. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

Toji’s gaze flicked back to Gojo, as if daring him to say something. But Gojo remained silent. There was nothing he could say that would sway Toji in this state. He was a man with a singular focus—Y/n.

Toji picked up his phone, staring at Y/n’s text one last time before locking the screen. "She’ll come around," he muttered, almost to himself. "She just doesn’t know it yet."

Gojo sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "Look, man, maybe you should chill for a bit, y’know? She’s pissed, sure, but pushing her—"

Toji cut him off with a sharp look. "I don’t care if she’s pissed, Satoru. She’s mine. She’s always been mine. She just needs to be reminded."

Sukuna finally spoke up, his voice calm but firm. "This isn’t about reminding her, Toji. It’s about control. And you’re losing it."

Toji's eyes flashed dangerously, but before he could respond, Sukuna held up a hand. "I’m not saying you let her go. But you gotta be smart about this. What’s the point in claiming her if she hates your guts? You want her, right? So stop scaring her off."

For a moment, it seemed like Sukuna’s words had gotten through, but then Toji shook his head, his expression hardening once more. "She’s not going anywhere."

Gojo let out a frustrated breath, but it was clear the conversation was over. Toji had made up his mind, and there was no reasoning with him when he got like this.

A sudden buzzing noise filled the room, and Gojo realized it was Toji’s phone. He checked the screen, his eyes narrowing as he read another message from Y/n:

"Don't even think about showing your face near me again Zenin. I swear"

Gojo felt the room shift, the weight of Y/n’s words hanging in the air like a dark cloud. Toji’s face was unreadable as he stared at the screen, but the tension in his body was unmistakable.

Without a word, Toji stood up, his phone still in his hand. He didn’t look at anyone as he moved toward the door, his movements quick and decisive.

"Toji, wait—" Gojo called after him, but Toji didn’t stop. He was already gone, out the door before anyone could say another word.

Sukuna let out a low whistle. "This is gonna get ugly."

Geto, who had remained silent through the entire exchange, finally spoke up. "It already is."

Gojo slumped back against the wall, running a hand over his face. He knew what was coming. He knew Toji wasn’t going to let this go, not without a fight. And Y/n… she had no idea what kind of storm was about to hit her.

"You think we should stop him?" Gojo asked, though he already knew the answer.

Sukuna shrugged, a dark smile tugging at his lips. "We can’t stop him. Not when it comes to her."

Geto nodded in agreement. "Toji’s already too far gone. The best we can do is pick up the pieces when it all blows up."

Gojo sighed. "Yeah… I just hope there’s something left to pick up."

Toji stormed toward his custom black 1979 Dodge Charger, a dark cloud of rage hanging over him like a thunderstorm ready to burst. The world around him faded as his focus narrowed, every muscle in his body tense and ready for a fight. But just as he reached the driver’s door, a gunshot rang out, echoing in the air with a sharp crack that made his heart leap.

Expecting pain, Toji braced himself, but instead, he felt the rush of air as the bullet missed him, striking the tire of his car instead. He scoffed, disbelief and fury igniting inside him as he turned, glaring at his uncle Naobito, who stood there with a smug grin plastered across his face.

“Oops, I missed,” Naobito mocked, his eyes glinting with sadistic amusement. “Next time, I’ll aim for Y/n.”

Toji’s blood ran cold, his entire body going rigid with rage. The mere thought of his uncle threatening Y/n was enough to snap the last fraying thread of his restraint. He couldn’t let this man get to her. Not now, not ever.

He shot Sukuna a quick glance, then tossed his car keys at him without a second thought. “fix the flat on this,” he growled, knowing Sukuna would have it sorted by the time he was back at the shop. His focus was already shifting toward Gojo, who stood nearby, a look of surprise and concern on his face.

Before he could process anything further, Toji snatched Gojo's car keys from his hand and hopped into the driver’s seat of the Mazda RX-8. The engine roared to life, drowning out the chaos behind him as he slammed the accelerator, peeling away from the shop with a screech of tires.

The adrenaline coursed through him as he sped through the streets, his mind racing just as fast as the car. He needed to get to Y/n, to make sure she was safe from the threat that loomed over her like a dark shadow. The thought of Naobito’s words replayed in his mind, stoking the flames of his anger. There was no way he’d let his uncle have power over his life or Y/n’s.

As he drove, the city lights blurred past him, neon signs flickering like stars in the night. Toji felt the pull of the streets, the rush of street racing calling to him, but he pushed it aside for now. There was only one thing on his mind—Y/n.

He navigated through the bustling streets, weaving between cars and taking sharp turns, his heart pounding with urgency. The closer he got to her apartment, the more determined he became. She deserved to know the truth, to understand the danger that surrounded him.

Pulling into her building’s lot, he parked hastily, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He jumped out of the car and sprinted towards the entrance, his mind racing with thoughts of how to protect her. He’d face his uncle and the mafia if it meant keeping Y/n safe.

Rage ignited within Toji, burning hot and fierce. He turned to glare at his uncle, but before he could react, Sukuna stepped forward, his expression serious. “Let’s go, Toji. We need to get you out of here.”

Ignoring the concern in Sukuna’s eyes, Toji scoffed, tossing his car keys toward him. “I’m not running from this.” With renewed determination, he snatched Gojo's car keys from his pocket and revved the engine, the powerful growl of the engine matching the storm brewing inside him. He was already on his way to Y/n’s, and nothing would stop him.

He had no intention of sharing his truth—his mafia ties, the chaos that surrounded him—no way was he letting her in on that world. He couldn’t let her slip away, not now that he’d finally found the courage to approach her, to pursue something real. Even if it meant telling half-truths, he’d play whatever game he had to.

When he arrived at Y/n's door, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for her reaction. He knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet night. A moment later, the door swung open, and there she stood—her fiery spirit radiating from her, eyes filled with anger.

“Didn’t Gojo tell you I don’t want you?” she snapped, arms crossed defiantly over her chest. “I texted you! I’m done. I mean, we weren’t ever anything, but I’m not doing whatever the fuck this is, Zenin.”

Toji felt a sharp pain in his chest at her words. “Y/n, just hear me out,” he began, trying to keep his voice steady. He stepped closer, determined to break through her defenses. “I know what you heard, but I’m not here for the drama. I just want to talk.”

“Talk?” She scoffed, her voice dripping with disbelief. “You think you can just show up here after the way you've been acting and expect me to listen? You think I’m going to let you pull me into whatever mess you have going on?”

Toji swallowed hard, sensing the wall she’d built between them. “It’s not like that. I just—I need you to know that I didn’t come here to hurt you. I know things are complicated, but I want to figure it out. I want to understand you, and—”

Y/n cut him off, shaking her head. “Understand me? You don’t even know me, Toji! All you know is how to act tough and make threats. You think you can just walk into my life and say you want to understand? You’re part of something I don’t want to be involved in.”

Toji's heart sank as he looked into her eyes, and he could see the resolve in them. He could feel the distance between them growing, and with every word she threw at him, he realized how deep the chasm had become. “I’m not asking you to be part of anything,” he insisted, frustration creeping into his voice. “I just want you to let me in.”

She hesitated for a moment, and in that pause, he felt a flicker of hope. Maybe he could break through, maybe she would give him a chance. But then her expression hardened again, and the hope faded.

“You don’t get it, do you? You’re not safe for me, Toji. You think you can just come in here, smile, and pretend everything is okay? You can’t just erase the fact that you’re tangled up in sum fuck shit you won't even tell me about.”

Toji’s chest tightened, and he took a step closer, lowering his voice to a softer tone. “I know I have things to sort out, but I swear I’m trying to change. I don’t want that life. I want something real. With you.”

Y/n’s eyes searched his face, her expression wavering. He could see the conflict within her, the part that was drawn to him despite the warnings. But just as quickly, her resolve returned. “You need to leave, Toji. I can’t do this.”

Toji felt like the ground had shifted beneath him, leaving him unsteady. “I can’t just walk away. Not now. Not after getting close to you.”

The intensity of his words hung in the air, but Y/n remained unmoved, shaking her head slowly.

“Then you’re making a mistake,” she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is your choice. You can either keep running toward that life, or you can turn around and leave it behind. But I can’t be part of your chaos.”

Toji clenched his fists, his heart pounding with a mix of anger and desperation. He had fought too hard to let this slip away. “I’m not asking you to join me in the chaos,” he said, his voice fierce. “I’m asking you to trust me. Just give me a chance.”

But Y/n stood firm, the door blocking the world behind her. “Trust is earned, Toji. You’ve got a long way to go.”

With that, she closed the door, leaving him outside, staring at the closed barrier between them. Each word she’d spoken echoed in his mind, and for the first time, he understood the weight of the choices he’d made.

As he turned away, a storm of emotions surged within him. He couldn’t lose her, not when he was finally ready to fight for what mattered. But if he was going to keep her in his life, he knew he had to confront the darkness and break free from the chains binding him to his past.

Toji made a silent vow to himself: he would not give up. He would prove to her that he was more than just the sum of his mistakes.

Toji leaned against Y/n's door, his resolve hardening as he pulled out his phone to check for notifications. A message from his younger brother, Megumi, popped up on the screen, and Toji's heart sank at the words that flashed before him: Dad knows about you and Y/n.

He scoffed under his breath, muttering, “There is no ‘me and Y/n.’” then texted the same.

Megumi responded almost instantly with a laughing emoji: Keep telling yourself that when everyone can see otherwise.

Toji’s stomach twisted at the thought of his family’s involvement in his life, particularly his father’s disapproval. He had worked hard to carve out a space for himself away from their expectations, and he refused to let them dictate this part of his life, especially when it came to Y/n.

With a heavy sigh, he knocked on her door again, feeling a mix of frustration and desperation. When Y/n opened it, her expression was a mixture of irritation and surprise. “Toji, please leave,” she said firmly, but he couldn’t bring himself to walk away. Not now.

“No.” The word came out sharper than he intended, but he pushed past her, stepping into her apartment. His breath caught as he took in the sight before him. The space was stunning—filled with carefully curated furniture and art pieces that screamed her passion for interior design and architecture. Sunlight poured through the large windows, illuminating the vibrant colors and textures that reflected her Caribbean roots.

He’d seen her talent in passing, but being here, surrounded by her work, ignited a newfound admiration within him. This was a world where she thrived, and he felt a pang of longing to be part of it.

“Get out, Zenin,” Y/n raised her voice, her patience clearly wearing thin.

Toji’s heart raced as he stepped closer, instinctively reaching out to grab her wrist. Before she could protest, he pulled her to him, letting her fall into his lap as he sank down onto her plush couch. He felt the heat radiating off her body, and the scent of her shampoo—a sweet, floral aroma—filled his senses.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable. He could feel the tension between them, electric and thick. He had no idea how to fix this or where to begin, but he knew he couldn’t let her push him away.

She looked up at him, her brow furrowed in disbelief. “Sorry for what? For barging into my home uninvited? For pretending like everything is fine when it’s clearly not?”

“For everything,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “I know I messed up. I didn’t mean to make things complicated. I just—I don’t want to lose you.”

Y/n stiffened, her expression wavering between anger and something softer. “You’re not going to lose me by ignoring the reality of your life, Toji. You’re tangled up in something dangerous. You can’t just pull me in and expect it to be easy.”

“I don’t want you to be part of that,” he replied, his grip tightening around her waist instinctively. “But I need you to understand that I’m trying to change. I’m trying to be someone you can rely on.”

“Change?” she scoffed, shaking her head. “You think a few sweet words will erase everything you’ve done? You think I can just forget who you are?”

Toji stared at her, the intensity in her gaze making his chest ache. “No, I don’t expect you to forget. But I want a chance to show you I’m more than what everyone thinks I am. I’m not just ‘Toji Zenin, the bad boy.’ I want to be something different. I want to be with you.”

Y/n’s breath hitched, and for a brief moment, he thought he saw the walls she’d built around her begin to crack. “And what if I can’t trust you?” she challenged, her voice trembling slightly. “What if this is all just some game to you?”

“It’s not a game,” he insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. “I’m not trying to play with your feelings. I came here because I want you, Y/n. You’re not just another girl to me.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, he leaned closer, his lips almost brushing against her ear. “Just give me a chance. Let me prove it.”

For a moment, the world around them faded away, and all he could focus on was her. The way her heart raced beneath his touch, the way her breath quickened. He could sense her hesitation, but in the depths of her eyes, he saw something else—a flicker of hope, a hint of longing that mirrored his own.

“Okay,” she finally whispered, almost breathless. “But you have to promise me one thing.”

“What?” he asked, leaning back slightly to look into her eyes.

“Don’t lie to me,” she said firmly. “Be honest about everything. No more secrets. I can’t do this if I don’t know the truth.”

Toji nodded, the weight of her request settling on his shoulders. “I promise,” he vowed, feeling a surge of determination. “No more secrets.”

As the moment hung between them, he felt a spark of something real igniting in the air. He had a long way to go, but he would fight for this, for her. Whatever it took.

Toji knew he had just lied to Y/n, and the weight of it settled heavily in his gut. He wanted to protect her, to keep her away from the darkness that loomed over his life, but he also felt the suffocating grip of the truth closing in around him. He couldn’t let her get caught up in the chaos of the Zenin family, the secrets that tangled like a web around him. Not when he was finally starting to feel something real for her.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady himself. The scent of her lingered in the air, intoxicating and sweet. He leaned closer, his heart racing as he took in the warmth of her body against his. “What scent is this?” he asked, his voice low and slightly husky.

“Hot Florals by Bath and Body Works,” Y/n replied, a hint of shyness creeping into her tone as she felt the intensity of his gaze on her.

He inhaled deeper, allowing the fragrance to envelop him. “You smell so good, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice a rasp that sent a shiver down her spine. There was a spark in her eyes, one that he hadn’t noticed before, and it ignited something primal within him. The way she responded to his words made his heart race, and he found himself leaning even closer, his lips nearly brushing against her neck.

Y/n swallowed hard, her breath hitching as she felt the heat radiating off him. “Toji…” she started, but the words faltered as he pressed his face deeper into her scent, intoxicated by the floral notes mixed with something uniquely hers.

“Tell me you feel this,” he whispered, his lips hovering just above her skin, teasingly close but not crossing the line. “Tell me you feel what’s happening between us.”

“I—I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is all so sudden…”

He could feel the tension building, thick and heavy like a storm brewing in the air. Toji’s instincts kicked in, and he wanted to push forward, to claim this moment with her and make her understand just how much she meant to him. “I don’t want to rush you, but I can’t pretend like I don’t want you,” he confessed, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

Y/n looked at him, her expression a mixture of confusion and longing. “You’re not just saying that, are you?”

“No,” he said firmly, feeling a surge of protectiveness wash over him. “I mean it. But I can’t let you in on all the details of my life—not yet. Not until I can keep you safe.”

Her brows furrowed as she processed his words. “Safe? From what, Toji?”

“From my world,” he replied, his voice dropping to a murmur. “It’s not a place for you. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you away from that side of me. You deserve better than that.”

“Better than you?” she challenged, her tone incredulous. “You think you’re not worth it because of your family?”

“I’m trying to protect you, Y/n,” he insisted, his grip tightening around her waist as he pulled her closer again. “I want you to be happy, and that means keeping you away from the shit I’m tied to.”

Y/n searched his eyes, looking for the truth beneath the surface. “But you can’t just keep me in the dark either. If we’re going to do this, I need to know who you really are.”

Toji sighed, torn between wanting to share everything and fearing what that would mean for her. “I just wish things were different. I wish I could show you the real me without the shadows.”

“I don’t want you to hide,” she said softly, her expression softening. “But I also won’t settle for half-truths.”

He nodded, the determination surging within him. “Then let’s start fresh. I’ll tell you what I can, and you can decide if you still want to be around me. But promise me you’ll be careful.”

“Careful?” she scoffed lightly, her eyes sparkling with defiance. “I can handle myself, Zenin. But I appreciate the concern.”

Toji chuckled softly, his mood lifting slightly. “You’re stubborn.”

“Only when I need to be,” she retorted, her lips curling into a smile. The moment felt lighter, the tension beginning to ease as they settled into a more comfortable rhythm.

As he looked into her eyes, he felt a sense of hope building. He might be lying to her about some things, but there was one truth he couldn’t deny: he wanted her in his life, regardless of the risks. And he would do everything in his power to keep her safe, even if that meant facing the demons of his past head-on.

“Okay, then,” he said, breaking the moment with a playful grin. “Let’s take it one step at a time. How about you tell me more about your design projects, and I’ll share a bit about my—less glamorous—life?”

Y/n smiled back, the warmth between them rekindling as she launched into a passionate explanation of her latest design concept. For the first time, Toji felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, they could make this work. Toji smiled, feeling the warmth of Y/n’s body against his. Her laughter rang sweetly in his ears, a sound he could easily become addicted to. He couldn’t help but revel in the way she ran her fingers through his hair, igniting a spark of affection in his chest.

“Your hands are magic,” he murmured, tilting his head slightly to savor the sensation. But then her expression shifted, and he felt the weight of her gaze as she studied his face.

“What happened to your face?” she asked, concern knitting her brow.

Toji’s mind flashed back to the earlier confrontation with his uncle, the fight that had left its mark. He could still feel the sting of the words exchanged and the blow to his pride. He forced a smile, shrugging nonchalantly. “Oh, that? Just a little roughhousing with Sukuna at the shop. He was giving me a hard time for being mean to you earlier,” he lied smoothly, hoping the casual tone would deflect any further probing.

“Roughhousing?” she repeated skeptically, her eyes narrowing slightly as if she could see through his facade. “You look like you went ten rounds with a boxer.”

“It’s nothing,” he insisted, leaning back slightly to brush it off. “Sukuna and I can get a bit competitive, that’s all.” He flashed her a playful grin, hoping to lighten the mood. “You should’ve seen the other guy,” he added, trying to inject humor into the situation.

Y/n arched an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?” she challenged, crossing her arms in front of her. “You can’t just shrug it off. I care about you, Toji.”

His heart thudded at her words, the sincerity in her tone making him feel both elated and terrified. “I appreciate that, but seriously, it’s really not a big deal,” he said, his voice softening. “I just… I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“But I can’t help it,” she replied, her gaze unwavering. “If we’re going to do this—whatever this is—I need to know you’re okay. I want to be there for you, not just some passing interest.”

Toji’s chest tightened at her words. He wanted to let her in, to share everything—the good, the bad, and the ugly—but he couldn’t bring himself to drag her into his messy life. Not when she looked at him like he was something precious, something worth protecting.

“I’ll be okay, I promise,” he said finally, his voice earnest. “I’m tougher than I look.”

Y/n huffed a little laugh, her worry softening. “I can see that. But just know, I’m not going anywhere. If you ever need to talk—about anything—I’m here. Even if it means hearing about your roughhousing antics with Sukuna.”

Toji felt a wave of warmth wash over him at her words. “You really mean that?” he asked, his heart swelling.

“Of course I do,” she replied, her smile brightening the room. “I’m not easily scared off, Zenin. Trust me.”

“Good,” he said, wrapping his arms around her tighter as he pulled her closer. “Because I might need you more than you realize.”

As they settled into a comfortable silence, Toji felt a mix of emotions swirling within him—gratitude, affection, and a lingering sense of dread about what the future held. But with Y/n by his side, he felt a flicker of hope. Maybe he could find a way to balance his chaotic life with the growing connection they shared.

Y/n shifted slightly, resting her head against his shoulder. “So, how’s your day going aside from the ‘roughhousing’?”

Toji chuckled softly, “Honestly? It’s gotten a lot better now that I'm here with you.”

She grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling. “Flattery will get you everywhere, you know.”

“Good to know,” he said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Because I plan to use it all on you.”

As the laughter faded, they both settled into a comfortable silence, each lost in thought but feeling the warmth of the moment. For the first time in a long while, Toji felt like maybe—just maybe—he could let someone in and still keep them safe from the storms brewing in his life.

Toji found himself lost in Y/n’s eyes, the depth of them pulling him in, making him feel more vulnerable than he ever intended. He wasn’t used to this—letting his guard down. But something about Y/n disarmed him, made him feel like he could be himself, even if he wasn’t sure what that meant anymore.

Y/n smiled, noticing his gaze lingering longer than usual. “Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked, her voice soft, teasing, but curious.

Toji snapped out of his thoughts, smirking in an attempt to mask the whirlwind of emotions running through his mind. He cleared his throat and leaned in slightly. “Because you look good,” he replied smoothly, his deep voice carrying a hint of playful mischief. “That’s why.”

Y/n’s cheeks flushed a bit, but she laughed and lightly smacked his chest. “Yeah, okay, Mr. Smooth Talker.”

Toji was about to respond, but his phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking the moment. He subtly pulled it out, glancing at the message from Gojo:

"Swinging by Y/n’s to pick up my car and drop off yours. But heads up—your uncle’s asking about you and Y/n. Try to keep her out of shit."

Toji’s jaw tightened slightly as he skimmed the message. His shoulders tensed, and an involuntary wave of protectiveness surged through him. His uncle had a way of complicating things, and the last thing he wanted was for Y/n to get caught up in the dangerous world he was part of. She didn’t deserve that. She didn’t even know the half of it.

Y/n noticed the shift in his demeanor. “Everything okay?” she asked, her tone laced with concern.

Toji quickly pocketed his phone, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, it’s nothing,” he lied. “Just Gojo being an idiot as usual.” He chuckled, trying to brush it off.

But Y/n wasn’t so easily fooled. She tilted her head, studying him like she always did when something felt off. “You sure? You just tensed up like you’re about to fight someone.”

Toji grinned, trying to play it cool. “I’m always ready to fight someone,” he joked, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer to distract her. “But seriously, don’t worry about it. It’s just some car stuff.”

She gave him a skeptical look but decided not to push further, resting her head on his chest. Toji took a deep breath, trying to focus on the moment instead of the chaos that always seemed to lurk around the corner. But the truth weighed heavy on him—his uncle’s interest in Y/n was a threat he couldn’t ignore.

His phone buzzed again, and this time, Toji silenced it without looking. Right now, his priority was Y/n. Keeping her out of the mess he was in had to be his focus, even if it meant lying to her, pushing her away, or hiding parts of his life. But how long could he keep up the charade?

“Hey,” Y/n’s voice broke through his thoughts. “If there’s ever anything you need to tell me, you know you can, right? I’m not going anywhere.”

Toji felt a pang of guilt but covered it with another charming smile. “I know, Y/n. Trust me, I’ll keep you in the loop.”

He didn’t know how long he could keep that promise.

Toji released yn to head downstairs saying "I'll be back shortly, gotta go downstairs. Satoru and i need to sort something out real quick. With that said, he went downstairs.

Toji leaned against Gojo’s car, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared off into the distance, still trying to shake off the tense feeling from earlier. Gojo handed him his own keys back, glancing at him with an unspoken question in his eyes. "Naobito really got his eye on you, huh?"

Toji grunted, avoiding the topic. "Always. But I got it handled." He wasn’t about to let Gojo see how deep the stress went. The last thing he needed was for Y/n to get caught up in that.

Just then, Mei Mei and Shoko pulled up, both stepping out of the car like they owned the world. Mei Mei, with her usual confident smirk, noticed Toji first and immediately burst into laughter. "Well, well, well. Toji Zenin at Y/n’s place. And here I thought she kept her life private," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement.

Toji didn't acknowledge her comment, his focus still on the ground as he exchanged his car keys with Gojo. Gojo, however, couldn't resist groaning as Mei Mei’s sharp eyes fell on him next. She winked playfully. "And look who it is. Gojo Satoru, always lingering around. You know, Gojo, maybe one day—"

"Mei Mei, please. Stop," Gojo cut her off with a groan, already anticipating where she was going with this.

She raised an eyebrow, thoroughly entertained. "Hmmm, how about…?" she trailed off, leaning closer as if she had another snarky comment ready to drop.

Gojo threw his hands up, stopping her in her tracks. "No more talks about my dad, Mei Mei. Seriously."

Mei Mei laughed, shaking her head, clearly enjoying Gojo's discomfort. "Relax, Satoru. I’m just messing with you."

With that, she and Shoko strolled toward the building, leaving Gojo shaking his head in disbelief. Toji, still leaning against his car, finally spoke up, his voice low. "She’s gonna cause you trouble one of these days."

Gojo smirked, running a hand through his hair. "She already does, but hey, keeps life interesting."

As the two stood there in silence for a moment, Gojo studied Toji carefully, noticing the tension still present in his body. "You sure about Y/n, man? I mean… all this stuff with your uncle. She's bound to get caught up in it eventually."

Toji’s jaw clenched at Gojo’s words, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he pushed off from the car and handed Gojo his keys. "I’ll handle it. Just keep her out of anything she doesn’t need to know."

Gojo shrugged. "Alright, man. Just don’t let it blow up in your face."

As Toji turned to head back toward Y/n’s apartment, he spotted Mei Mei and Shoko talking and laughing outside her door. He sighed. Great, more people knowing where she lives.

Before heading back up, Toji glanced at Gojo. "Watch my back with Uncle. And if he asks—"

"Yeah, yeah," Gojo interrupted, waving him off. "I'll cover for you. Just try not to make it worse."

Toji grunted in acknowledgment, then started making his way back inside, bracing himself for whatever trouble Mei Mei might stir up next. All the while, he couldn't stop thinking about how complicated things were getting with Y/n—and how much he needed to protect her, even if it meant keeping her in the dark.

Gojo casually reached into Toji's glove compartment, pulling out a small baggie filled with neatly rolled joints. "C'mon, smoke one with me," he said, twirling a joint between his fingers as he smirked. "Because," he nodded toward the apartment complex with a grin, "Y/n’s gonna be busy with Shoko and Ms. Eat-A-Man’s Money up there."

Toji exhaled through his nose, his irritation palpable, but he accepted the joint from Gojo. Leaning against the car, he lit it up and took a long drag, trying to shake off the stress of the night. As the smoke filled his lungs, his mind momentarily calmed, though he knew it wouldn’t last.

"You know," Gojo began, lighting up his own joint, "you’re walking a thin line here. Y/n’s got no idea who you really are, what you’re tied to. And your uncle…" Gojo trailed off, side-eyeing Toji, "he’s gonna find a way to drag her into it."

Toji flicked the ash off his joint, his eyes narrowing. "She won’t be dragged into anything. Not if I can help it."

Gojo chuckled darkly, taking a puff. "Toji, you can’t control everything. And Y/n… she’s not stupid. She’s already asking questions."

Toji clenched his jaw but didn’t respond immediately, staring off into the distance, smoke swirling around him. He thought of Y/n upstairs, probably laughing with Shoko and Mei Mei, blissfully unaware of the world he was tangled in. The lies, the danger—all of it was piling up, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep her shielded from the truth.

"I'll figure it out," Toji finally said, his voice low, almost to himself.

Gojo shrugged, taking another hit. "If you say so, man. Just don’t let it all blow up in your face when the truth comes knocking." He blew out a thick cloud of smoke, letting the silence settle between them as they passed the joint back and forth.

Upstairs, they could hear faint laughter, likely Y/n and the girls. Gojo smirked, shaking his head. "She’s already neck-deep in this, and she doesn’t even know it. That’s the dangerous part."

Toji clenched his teeth. It was true. Y/n was becoming more important to him than he’d planned, and with his uncle breathing down his neck, the walls were closing in faster than he could maneuver around them.

“I can handle my uncle,” Toji muttered, but the doubt was creeping in, and he hated it.

Gojo raised a brow, his lips curling into a lazy smile. "Sure you can. But what happens when Y/n’s the one standing in his crosshairs? You ready for that?"

Toji didn't respond immediately. Instead, he took another deep drag from the joint, letting the smoke burn away the unease in his chest, if only for a moment. His thoughts swirled with what-ifs and worst-case scenarios, but the one thing he couldn’t deny was that he wasn’t about to let anyone—especially his uncle—hurt Y/n.

"That’s not gonna happen," he finally said, his voice gruff. "I’ll keep her out of it."

Gojo didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push further. "We’ll see, Zenin. We’ll see."

As they smoked in silence, the weight of their words lingered in the air, along with the very real possibility that things were about to spiral out of control.

Toji felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and as he pulled it out, he noticed a message from Shui Kong, his long-time best friend who was rarely in the country.

Shui Kong: Yo, where you at? Got some news to fill you in on. It’s important.

Toji sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he read the text. Just what he needed—more complications. He looked over at Gojo, who leaned in closer, squinting at the screen as if he could decipher the entire conversation just by reading the text.

"What's up? Is it about Y/n?" Gojo asked, his tone casual, but Toji could hear the underlying curiosity in his voice.

Toji shook his head, dismissing the question. "Nah, it's Shui. He’s back in town, and he says he has news."

Gojo smirked, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "You know that never bodes well, right? What if he’s bringing back more trouble? You already have enough on your plate."

"Yeah, well, I can’t exactly ignore him. We’ve been through too much together," Toji replied, feeling the weight of his friend’s sudden return looming over him. There was a lot of unfinished business between them, especially after everything that had gone down before Shui left.

Gojo leaned back against the car, arms crossed, his expression turning serious. "Just be careful. You know how things get when he’s around. And if it has anything to do with your family or that mafia mess…" he trailed off, leaving the implications hanging in the air.

Toji bit his lip, torn between wanting to answer Shui and not wanting to draw more trouble into his already chaotic life. After a moment, he decided to reply.

Toji: I’m at the shop. What’s the news?

He pressed send and glanced back at Gojo, who was still watching him with an amused expression. "You think he’ll drop another bomb on you? Maybe tell you he’s running for president or something?"

Toji rolled his eyes, trying to shake off the anxious feeling in his gut. "I just want to get through this night without any more surprises."

Before Gojo could respond, Toji's phone buzzed again with a reply from Shui.

Shui Kong: I’m coming by. Got some intel on your uncle and the Zenin business. You’ll want to hear this.

Toji’s heart sank. He exchanged a worried glance with Gojo, who raised an eyebrow, clearly reading between the lines. "You sure this is a good idea?"

"Guess we’ll find out," Toji muttered, a sense of dread settling in. He couldn't shake the feeling that whatever news Shui had would change everything.

Just as he was about to respond, Gojo's phone buzzed. He pulled it out, his brow furrowing. "It’s Y/n. She wants to know if you’re okay. Seems like she's worried."

Toji felt a warmth spread in his chest at her concern but quickly masked it with indifference. "Just tell her I’m fine. I’ll talk to her later."

Gojo shrugged, smirking again. "You know, you could be a little more honest with her. Maybe she wouldn’t feel the need to check up on you if you didn’t have that whole mysterious bad boy vibe going on."

Toji shot him a glare. "Shut up, Gojo."

But inside, the comment lingered. Maybe he was playing too many cards close to his chest, especially with Y/n. As he thought about her, another text from Shui came in.

Shui Kong: People are starting to talk about you and Y/n, you better tread carefully, my friend.

Toji's fingers tightened around his phone, annoyance flashing across his face. "What the hell does that mean?"

Gojo chuckled, already guessing the answer. "Looks like you’re not the only one who sees how deep you’re in with her. Just don’t get her caught up in your family drama."

Toji opened his mouth to retort but decided against it. Instead, he glanced back at the apartment, his mind racing with thoughts of Y/n and how far he was willing to go to keep her safe. The storm brewing on the horizon felt closer than ever, and he was stuck right in the middle of it.

"Let’s just get through tonight," he said finally, his resolve hardening. "Then we’ll figure out what to do next."

Toji took another pull from the joint trying to clear his head. He knew lying to yn would only bite him in the ass later but he would deal with that when it comes. hopefully it doesn't cause him to lose her.

Toji sighed, running a hand through his hair as he said, "Lemme go tell Y/n I gotta go." He turned to head back upstairs, but Gojo, ever the shadow, locked his car and walked behind him.

"Where are you going?" Toji asked, exasperated.

"Obviously, I'm not gonna miss you acting unusual in front of Y/n. I need proof for the group chat, you know this," Gojo shot back, a smirk on his face.

Toji scoffed but didn't argue. He marched back to Y/n's apartment, Gojo trailing behind him, probably buzzing with the prospect of a good story.

When he knocked on the door, he heard Shoko shout from the other side, "It's open!"

Toji pushed the door open and stepped inside, only to be greeted by a scene he hadn’t expected. The room was filled with a haze of smoke, and he could see Shoko and Mei Mei lounging on the couch, a blunt circulating between them. Y/n sat cross-legged on the floor, her back to him, laughing at something they were saying.

Toji's eyes widened as he took in Y/n’s outfit—a pair of burnt orange silk shorts and a cropped shirt of the same color, accentuating her figure perfectly. Her ombre-dyed faux locs were styled in double puffs, giving her an effortlessly chic look that made his heart race.

Gojo’s eyes darted between Toji’s expression and the scene unfolding in front of him, silently judging the sudden shift in energy.

Mei Mei was the first to speak, a playful glint in her eye. "Told you he'd come back upstairs, Y/n."

Toji’s gaze landed squarely on Y/n, trying to control the feral reaction that threatened to bubble to the surface. The sight of her looking so carefree, so vibrant, ignited a possessiveness in him that he struggled to suppress. He had never seen her like this, so relaxed and unguarded, and it stirred something deep inside him.

"Hey, Toji!" Y/n turned to him, her smile brightening the room. But her cheerful demeanor only made his internal conflict stronger. "What’s up?"

"Uh, I just came to say I have to head out for a bit," Toji managed to reply, his voice sounding rougher than he intended. He couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to pull her close and protect her from whatever chaos lay ahead.

"Where are you off to?" she asked, tilting her head, her curiosity piqued.

"Just...some business. I'll be back later," he said, keeping his tone casual, though he could feel the tension building.

Shoko exchanged a glance with Mei Mei, then chimed in, "You know, Y/n, we were just discussing how you should join us for a little relaxation session. What do you say? A girls’ night with a side of Toji drama?"

Toji shot a glance at Gojo, who looked ready to burst from holding in laughter. "Yeah, I don’t think that’s a good idea right now," he said, his voice low, trying to keep the atmosphere light despite the storm brewing inside him.

Y/n’s brow furrowed slightly, sensing his unease. "What do you mean? You’re not coming back for the fun?"

"Just… got stuff to handle, you know?" Toji said, brushing it off. But he couldn’t help feeling a pang of regret at the thought of leaving her in the midst of this laid-back gathering.

Mei Mei leaned forward, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Come on, Toji. Live a little. You’re always so serious. Maybe just this once, you could join us."

"Yeah, let loose for once, Zenin," Gojo added, folding his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. "You might actually enjoy it."

Toji clenched his jaw, the weight of their words pressing down on him. He was torn between the temptation to stay and the urgency of the situation that awaited him outside.

Y/n looked up at him, her expression softening. "You can hang out for a bit, right? Just until things settle down?"

Toji's resolve wavered. He wanted nothing more than to enjoy this moment with her, but he could feel the pressures of his life creeping in, threatening to overshadow the blissful time they could share.

With a reluctant sigh, he finally relented. "Alright, just for a little while."

As he settled down on the floor next to Y/n, he felt the tension ease slightly, even if it was only temporary. But deep down, he knew this wasn’t just a fun night with friends; it was a delicate balancing act that could tip at any moment. And he had to be ready for whatever was coming next.

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taifenggg · 1 year ago

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Helloooo, I have a request (you can ignore it if you want!), how about a scenario like the one in the song "Why'd you only call me when you're high?" from Arctic Monkeys? I was listening to it and it came to my mind 🤭🤭(Obey Me! characters ; little smut please ♡)

Content Warning(s): NSFW, swearing lol, mentions of being drunk,, slightly ooc characters? :/

Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned)

Authors Notes: hi there, idk if i did this request justice but i tried my best! you didnt specify which characters youd like so i took the liberty of choosing them, hope thats alright ^^

nsfw under the cut! minors dni or i will block you :)

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It's fairly obvious how much he loves you.

He's completely and utterly infatuated with you. Even now, as he collapses onto his bed, not completely drunk but slightly tipsy and buzzed. Thoughts of you occupy his mind. You are all he thinks about, even in his hazy stupor.

Even as he's leaning against pillows stacked neatly on his bed, desperately fisting his cock into his hand, wishing it was your hand instead of his. His moans come out breathy, his chest rising and falling as he pants out your name. His bangs cling to his face, and despite everything he does he struggles to keep his noises down. There's no doubt in his mind that at any second, someone could burst through the door and see just what he was up to, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Fuck MC-" he whines keeling over slightly as he edges himself, on the brink of his release, but purposefully slowing down. He can see your face, your smile, the way your lips quirk up into a smirk. His mind wanders and he envisions you, between his legs, smiling up at him oh so innocently as you jack him off. He shudders at the thought, feeling heat rush to his face.

More I get through the gears Incapable of makin' alright decisions And havin' bad ideas

He shouldn't be thinking about you like this, and he would be lying to himself if he claimed he didn't feel guilty over getting off to the fantasy of you helping him out. But he's in too deep. You're like quicksand, the more he struggles, the more you draw him in.

"Shit-!" he gasps out, his body shuddering as he releases messily all over his stomach. His hands still as he catches his breath, the post-nut clarity starting to catch up to him, seemingly sobering him up. He groans softly as he presses his hands to his face, his cheeks seemingly burning even more.

After some debating with himself, he picks up his phone, swiping to your contact, shooting you a quick text.

'MC, I know it's late but I really need to see you right now. It's urgent.'

He tosses his phone over to the side, groaning softly as he leans back more against his bed, waiting for your response. Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait too long. A notification from his phone startles him as he scrambles to clean himself up as best as he can before reaching over and unlocking his phone, seeing a new text message from you.

'I heard you went drinking and got kind of wasted, you should probably rest.'

He grimaces slightly before responding back to you.

'Please.'

He watches as your three dots jump up and down for a bit, and he imagines you formulating your response. And sure enough, you respond.

You said you gotta be up in the morning Gonna have an early night .... Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?

Another pause.

'Fine, I'm coming over now.'

After all, who were you to deny your favorite boy, especially when he's especially needy for you?

MAMMON, Leviathan, ASMODEUS, Beelzebub, Simeon, Solomon

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thefaithfulnightwriter · 1 year ago

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Dracontine - Chapter Three

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❝ She is very rare. She is what you call a Dracontine. Meaning she belongs to a dragon. But in her case, she does not belong to one but three. ❞

Summary - In which a young female hides who she truly is from everyone and stays to herself. Keeping to her chores as a servant. Staying hidden was her main task while taking care of her three dragon eggs that were bound to her. But many things change when she has to stay Under the Mountain with many others. What she didn't expect was that she would meet her mate. Who happened to be the powerful High Lord of Night Court. Then soon later on she would find she has another powerful mate. The Spymaster of Night Court who was a Shadowsinger. She soon finds herself having to break out of her shell with the help of her mates and their family. Along with finding out how to navigate two bonds with two powerful mates. Also, while taking the title as Dracontine. Being she is the one who belongs to not one but three dragons. All while trying to survive a war.

Pairing - Rhysand x Female!Oc/Mc/Reader x Azriel

Universe - pre acotar - acowar [it may go into an au after acowar not sure yet though]

Series Warnings - DRAGONS (yes that is a warning lol), Gore, Death, Characters may be a bit OOC, Mature Themes, Semi Smut, Violence, Language, Mention of Past Abuse, War, Things Will Be Changed, Fluff, Angst, Some Sensitive Subjects, Mating Bonds, Poly. Relationship MxFxM (Side Note - Rhysand & Azriel are in a relationship or are mates to my Mc they will not be together), More Will Be Added If Needed. (Please do not read if these are triggers)

Disclaimer - I do not own the series ACOTAR - ACOWAR. I do own certain characters, and I own my mc. I do own somethings that are made up. And i own my writing and whatnot you get where im going and what i am saying lol.

Authors note - hi hi i hope you all are doing well and i hope you enjoying this fic as much as i enjoy writing it. oh and I just wanted to let you know that there are two more spots left for the taglists. other than that i hope to hear what you think so far of Dracontine lol bybbyyee.

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As Rhysand winnowed them both to wherever. Anna felt the familiar darkness engulf them. Leading Anna to close her eyes. When the feeling of winnowing diminished, she opened her eyes. Which revealed a huge living area. Looking around she was met with a vast room. It seemed to be ten times bigger than her small room in the servant quarters. What caught her attention though were the colors. The room was filled with little colors of the Night Court here and there. Anna figured that it must be his living area where he stayed Under the Mountain.

But her attention was soon taken away from the large room. The clicking noise and clicking sounds a little distance away. A sound of glass clicking together. Turning she was met with Rhysand walking over to stand next to two female fae servants that were walking into the room. They were twins. They were carrying trays of what seemed to be tea. Anna was quick to walk to them seeing if they needed help. Remembering them to be Nuala and Cerridwen servants of the Night Court. Having seen them in passing mainly. But the three would always say soft hellos to each other and send small smiles to one another. When seeing each other around.

The twins were quick to decline her offer to help and sent her warm smiles. As they set up a place in the living area for Rhysand and Anna to sit and speak. Both were curious about the servant that their High Lord was so interested in. Over time both have been keeping an eye on Anna from afar. Reporting back to Rhysand like he had asked of them and would inform him about Anna. Not telling anyone other than Rhysand what they had found out about her.

Both having found out and knew how Anna was having a hard time with rumors and what not. They knew she was hiding something but didn't know what. They don't know if it was bad or good. But they had a feeling it wasn't bad. They had told their High Lord their feelings. Which Rhysand took into consideration.

The two thought Anna was interesting. They wanted and would have befriended Anna. But they decided not. Not yet anyways. They didn't want Anna to think they were just befriending her because of their High Lord. They wanted it to come naturally and wanted their friendship to be genuine. So they were waiting for the right time to befriend her. Which they hoped it would be soon. Seeing that their High Lord was now about to speak to her. They were soon done setting up everything.

"Thank you Nuala and Cerridwen. That is all for the night. You may go to your quarters and rest," Rhysand dismissed them with a small tired smile. The two bowed their heads to him then sent both him and Anna a smile before leaving. As they left Rhysand walked to the long couch and sat down sinking into the soft cushions with a heavy sigh. As he placed Anna's bag down beside him gently on the ground.

While he did so Anna watched with worry and curiosity. She was curious about the High Lord of Night Court. Having heard many things about him from the servants that gossip. She didn't want to believe it though. He didn't seem like the man from the rumors. She knew of some of the things he had done. But looking at him now. Really looking at him now. Seeing that he seemed to let down a mask. He just seemed to be... tired, sad, and lonely. But there were many more emotions upon his face that Anna couldn't read. As she looked at him now through her lashes. But she shook those thoughts away.

Because she was still waiting. Waiting for the words to come out of his mouth. Waiting for the rejection. Yes, she didn't believe the rumors about him. But she still was convinced he didn't want her. She thought, what High Lord would want a servant for a mate. As Anna thought this Rhysand looked at her and she was quick to look down at her feet again. Looking at her led to Rhysand sighing again seeing her in such a state.

"Annamarie, will you come sit with me please," Rhysand asked her softly. Anna was shocked to hear such gentleness from him. But with hesitance Anna shuffled on her feet and soon made her way to sit next to him. Keeping a distance from him. She still couldn't bring herself to look at him. Because she knew the rejection was coming soon. So she sat there waiting once again. As she kept her head down fiddled with the fabric of her dress.

As she was looking down Rhysand was sitting there with his gaze upon her. His gaze was intense as he took her in. He thought she was the most beautiful fae he has ever seen. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The way her light brown skin glowed under the soft light. He could see a few small freckles that littered the skin upon her face. He wanted to trace and connect them like constellations.

He was then taking in the way her dark chocolate curly hair cascaded down her back falling to her lower waist. He wanted to run his fingers through her long hair and twirl a curl around his finger. But as he took in her hair he stopped at her ear that was revealed peeking through her hair. It was pointed but rather long. Longer than your average fae. Reaching out his hand he slowly went to push her hair away. He wanted to see her fully. But he stopped seeing her flinch away from his touch. But he soon sighed hearing what she said next.

"Please g - get it over w - with. and let me have m - my bag back. P - please I - I won't tell anyone," Anna stumbled over her words. Still not looking at him as more tears began to fall again down her chubby cheeks. Anna was quick to wipe them away roughly with her sleeves. Causing her cheeks to become red. Which caused Rhysand to grab her wrist. He didn't want her to hurt herself.

"Darling, what do you mean 'get it over with'?" Rhysand asked with a tilt of his head. As he looked into her dark eyes. He was wondering what she meant by 'get it over with'. He was also wondering why this bag was so important to her. But that thought washed away when he heard a soft painful sigh escape her lips. He watched as she let her head fall in defeat.

Then it came to him which led him to let out a hard breath. She thought he was going to reject her. Reject their bond. Which he wouldn't dream of. He has waited so long for her, for his mate. It broke his heart that she thought he was going to reject her. After biting his lower lip, he sighed again.

Before slowly shuffling closer to her on the sofa. Diminishing the space between them little by little. He could hear her heartbeat fast as he did. Which led to a small smile to grow upon his lips. As he gently took her chin between his fingers and made her look up at him. As soon as their eyes met he spoke firmly but gently.

"I'm not going to reject you Annamarie. You're my mate. The one the Mother tethered me to. I'm not letting you go. I'm never letting you go. Not after I've waited more than a half of a millennium for you. My darling Anna. My Mate," Rhysand reassured her, resting his forehead against hers as he spoke.

Hearing his words caused Anna to breathe a sigh of relief. Listening to him and what he had to say caused a sense of ease to wash over her. Seeing her calm led Rhysand to smile. But he wanted nothing more but to wrap his arms around her. Making up his mind he hesitantly began to wrap his arm around the curve of her waist. Pulling her closer to him. Hoping she wouldn't pull away from him.

Anna was tense at first but soon felt herself relax in her mates arms. She soon allowed herself to fall deeper into his strong arms. Resting her head against his chest listening to his heartbeat that was slightly quick. Hearing it caused her to close her eyes with a smile as she listened. Rhysand had a smile upon his lips.

Until dark thoughts started to tumble into his mind. Did she even want him as a mate? Did she want him after all he's done? Will she walk away when he told her of all he's been through these years? What would she do if he told her about Amarantha's cruel treatment towards him? What was he going to do if his mate truly didn't want him?

Maybe there would be a time where she just didn't want him because of everything he's done. That this was just a one time thing and after she left she wouldn't want anything to do with him.

Thinking this caused Rhysand's breathing to become heavier. Which led Anna to lean back in his hold and look up at him. She had a curious look upon her face as she asked him if he was okay. But he didn't respond, he just looked away from her with a shake of his head. He was trying not to let the tears fall. As his mind was flooded with his own dark thoughts. Anna wanted so badly to reach out to him. But she didn't want to overwhelm him. So she waited patiently. It was moments later when Rhysand whispered with such sadness.

"Do you even want me as your mate Anna? I understand if you don't. I mean I've done terrible things while here. You probably think I'm a monster. Just - ," Rhysand asked her before he began to ramble. Then he started to come to the sense that she wouldn't want him.

He was so stuck in his dark thoughts that he started to pull away from her as he spoke. But he was stopped when Anna grabbed his hand. Causing him to flinch. Anna saw this and sighed sadly. She didn't expect him to have such thoughts. And she didn't like it. She wanted to reassure him. But she didn't know what to do to comfort him.

So she looked around trying to think of what to do. Until a thought came to her mind. Still keeping a hold of his hand she shuffled back and laid down. Pulling him with her to lay on top of her. Rhysand was hesitant but did so. He was tense at first much like her. But he soon felt himself go slack into her arms. As he laid his head on her chest. He soon felt her caress his ebony hair gently between her delicate fingers. She then whispered to him. As she wrapped her arms around him pull him closer to her.

"As you said to me I'll never let you go. As long as you'll have me I'll always be here for you Rhysand," Anna promised him. As she kissed the top of his head. Hearing Rhysand mumble 'I'll always want you'. This caused Anna to giggle as she ran her fingers through his hair softly and over his back. She could now see him. She could see him, not the High Lord of Night Court. But she could see Rhysand. She smiled realizing this and was happy that he was being himself with her. Not having what seemed like a mask over him with her. Like she knew many of the other High Lords had adopted while being Under the Mountain.

The two mates had smiles on their lips as they laid in each other's arms. Laying there both allowed a peaceful silence to wash over them. As they enjoyed each other's presence. Both stuck in thought. While in each others embrace. Anna thought about what she was going to do now with a mate by her side. She then thought how was she going to tell him about her being the next Dracontine. Rhysand was thinking of what he was going to do to keep his mate safe while Under the Mountain.

But then another thought soon came to Rhysand again. He looked down to the ground, finding that Anna's bag was still there. He was wondering why it was so important to her. He didn't want to pry. But he wanted to ask her about it. If he was going to keep it in his room. For safekeeping, and so there was no redo of what happened tonight. He wanted to know why it was so important to her.

So with curiosity he sat up as he had his gaze upon the bag. Anna sat up as well but leaned her back against the arm of the sofa. Looking at him with wonder. Wondering what he was doing. Until he reached down a hand and went to grab the brown clothed bag that seemed to be spelled.

Anna sighed and bit her lower lips nervously seeing what he was reaching for. Her eyes stayed on his hand and her bag that held her three dragon eggs. Rhysand saw this and was more curious than ever.

Anna wanted so desperately to take the bag away from him. But she wanted to try and trust him. He was her mate after all. Anna knew she would have to explain everything to him. With her being the next Dracontine. He needed to know what she was. He was her mate. He had the right to know. Being it could be dangerous for him. She also didn't want to start their relationship as mates off with lies and distrust. She was still hesitant to tell him though. Her attention was taken from the bag and his hand when Rhysand spoke.

"Anna darling, what is in this bag exactly?" Rhysand questioned her. As he looked at the bag then at her. Putting the bag on his lap. Hearing his question caused Anna to sigh again. Looking away from him, placing her eyes on the wall behind him. Before dropping her gaze on the bag.

She wanted to tell him. But didn't know where to start nor how to tell him.That was when a thought came to her mind... her mark. Her hand soon reached up to her chest thinking of her mark that was covered by her high collared dress.

The burnt skin on her chest. The burn mark of a dragon flying took up her chest. That was her dragon mark she obtained when finding her dragon eggs and touching them. Then she thought of her ears that she hid with her ears. Then her small fangs that no one seemed to notice because she barely smiled widely showing her teeth.

All the physical signs signifying she was the next Dracontine. So she thought why not show him all these things first. Then see his reaction. Then go on from there. She thought that was the easiest way to do it. At that moment she wondered what he thought of dragons. Which led her lips to rise in a small smile as she looked up.

Looking up at him and into his violet eyes they looked to be sparkling with stars under the light. She was debating if she really wanted to show him. When she saw his reassuring smile she knew she would share her secret with him. With her mate.

Seeing her gaze upon him Rhysand sent her a reassuring smile and watched her. He could tell that she was having trouble telling him. So he sat back and crossed his arms and waited patiently with a small smile.

That is until he saw her reach up and place a hand on her chest with a sigh and a thoughtful look. He watched as she looked at him then reached up and started to unbutton the top of her dress. This caused him to tilt his head with wonder. Curious about what she was doing. Anna then stopped once the top of her dress was unbutton and held the dress in place.

Hiding the mark as she looked at him once again. All she saw was wonder and reassurance in his eyes. Which led her to nod before letting go and allowing the front of her dress to fall. Then she pushed the dress away and revealed her dragon mark.

Rhysand was clueless as to what she was doing. That is until he saw it... the burn mark on her chest. He was suddenly filled with anger. Thinking someone had hurt his mate. That is until he saw the full mark and what the image was. He then watched as she pulled her dark curly hair back revealing her longer pointed ears. Then finally he watched as she smiled widely. She then pointed to her teeth revealing her small fangs.

This led Rhysand to put all the pieces of the puzzle that was Anna together. His eyes grew large and his mouth dropped as he gasped loudly. As he looked at Anna with fascination and awe.

"You're a descendant of Cade. You're a Dracontine aren't you?" He questioned, as he reached out his large hand to her mark. He was going to touch it but stopped his hand mid air. Not wanting to over step.

But Anna smiled and reached for his hand. Placing it gently on her chest, on her dragon mark. Her heart seemed to beat a little faster. As a shiver ran down her spine feeling his hand on her mark. It was as if the fire within her was burning bright for the first time in a while. It was more intense now that she had her mate touch her mark... touching her.

Rhysand smiled as he heard and felt her heart quicken. But also because he could feel the heat seeming to come off the mark, off of her. He listened when she spoke but still looked at the mark with awe. As he rubbed his thumb over the mark. Enjoying the warmth radiating off his mate.

"It seems many may know about my great grandfather Cade. I'm not surprised. He is great," Anna sighed with a faint smile. Looking down at Rhysand's hand that she held close to her chest. As she thought about her grandfather Cade and Crimson. It has been a few weeks since she's seen them in her dreams. Which worried her a little. Being that he had been the only constant family figure in her life now. Even though he was dead and she only saw him in her dreams. He was still there for her. It made her miss her family even more. Rhysand could see her mood dim. Which he was quick to reach and take a hold of her hands. He was going to console her when he realized something.

"You speak as if you know him. As if he's alive. I thought he had died a long time ago," Rhysand said with curiosity. This caused Anna to look up at him. Realizing what she said.

"He did die a very long time ago. Long before you and I were even born I'm guessing. But I do know him. The Mother allows him to come to me in my dreams. He and Crimson have been in my dreams throughout my life," Anna explained with a smile. This led Rhysand to look at her in shock and fascination that the Mother would allow such a thing. That is until he wondered who Crimson was. Then it hit him. He realized who it was.

"Crimson was his dragon right?"

"Yes she is. How do you know about him? I understand my Lady knowing of him seeing that she has a fascination with dragons. And being she knows the history of Autumn Court. But you, I'm surprised. How do you know of him?" Anna asked him with her nose scrunched up with wonder. Which led Rhysand to chuckle thinking she was adorable. Before he answered her.

"I know of him from my father. I needed to know the history of Night Court. He also wanted me to know about Cade being a Dracontine. He wanted me to know of him, so if there were more. Cade had explained a few things to my father about being a Dracontine. Which he told me. Cade was also willing to make an alliance with my father. If my father allowed him, his dragon, and family take refuge in Night Court. I heard before he could reach Night Court there was an attack and he didn't make it along with his dragon. His dragon having died when Cade had taken his last breath. And also I may or may not have a fascination with dragons too," Rhysand informed as his cheeks began to warm. Hearing his last comment caused Anna to giggle. Before she noticed her bag start to slip from his lap. She was quick to catch it though.

"Hm well you may want to be careful with my bag. It was a gift from my Lady when she found out about my dragon eggs. The bag is spelled so that only I can open it. It holds my three dragon eggs right now," Anna was quick to tell. This caused Rhysand to look at the bag in awe. He then carefully handed it to Anna. This caused Anna to giggle again.

"Wait, the Lady of Autumn Court knows about you being a Dracontine, and hasn't told anyone?" Rhysand asked, sitting up straight worried about his mate's safety. Anna smiled at his protectiveness. Before waving him off with a giggle.

"We made a bargain with each other. I'll never talk about certain things she has told me, and she'll never tell anyone about me being a Dracontine. I shouldn't be telling anyone this. I have to stay hidden for as long as I can. The only reason my Lady knows is because she was there when I disappeared to find my dragon eggs and I found myself back with her after I found them. That night she gave me this bag and spelled it so only I can open it, no one else. We then made our bargain that night. But I'm telling you this because you're my mate. Since both of us aren't rejecting the bond, I don't want to start off with lies or keeping things from each other, " Anna informed him. This caused Rhysand to sigh in relief. Anna giggled again while she hugged her bag to her chest. Hearing what she said though caused Rhysand to look at her with a smile as he nodded his head agreeing with her.

After that the two were soon spending the rest of the night together. Talking and getting to know one another. Laughing and telling each other stories of their families. At one point Rhysand told Anna about Velaris. He figures that she told him her biggest secret that he would tell her his. She was also his mate so he wouldn't keep that from her. Which amazed Anna when Rhysand showed her Velaris in her mind what it was like. While Anna told him more about dragons. Things he never knew. Both listened to each other very closely and stored the information in their mind.

When the sun started to rise the next day Rhysand had made her a promise. He would keep Anna's three dragon eggs that were still in the bag safe. Also he wouldn't tell anyone about her being a Dracontine. While Anna promised to not tell anyone about Velaris. Which led Anna and him having matching inked marks appear on the inside of their wrist of a dragon and stars. Which led Anna to smile and hug him.

But as time dwindled down, they had to leave their safe haven. Their moods seemed to dim. Because they knew once they leave their haven they would have to go back to their harsh reality. Back to the reality that they were still stuck in a horrible place. They were stuck Under the Mountain. They didn't know if they were lucky to have found each other now. But all they knew was they now had each other. Realizing this caused Anna to keep her arms around his waist. Not wanting to let him go. While Rhysand kept his arms around her shoulders. Keeping her close to him. The two didn't want to leave each other. Not when they just found one another.

"You know we'll have to keep this a secret right my darling Annamarie. We can't tell anyone about us being mates. Not while Amarantha rules. I don't want anything to happen to you. I don't know what I'll do if something were to happen to you. She'll use you to get to me. She'll do horrible things to you if she finds out. And I don't want that," Rhysand whispered after he kissed the top of her head. Rest his chin atop of her head.

"Well should I - I convert to Night Court then. So t - that we can be closer o - or -," Anna stumbled over her words. She was starting to become upset at the thought of not being near her mate after she just found him. But before she could ramble she was cut off by Rhysand shaking his head.

"No. I'm sorry Anna but that will raise suspicion. Though it pains me to not be able to scream that you're my beautiful mate at the top of my lungs. To not be able to have you by my side. Just go about your day like you usually do. When night comes I will find you and come to you as much as I can. Okay my little flame," Rhysand sighed with sadness. It truly hurt him not being able to have her by his side. Now having the bond between them unveiled. Anna exhaled and nodded agreeing with him. She truly did not like this. But she knew it was for the best.

The two knew it was going to be hard because of the pull of the mating bond. But they knew they had to keep it hidden that they were mates. Rhysand wanted to protect her as much as he could. While Anna wanted to do the same for him. So they stayed in each other's arms. Until the last possible second.

Until Rhysand winnowed them back to Anna's now clean room. Before Rhysand left, he placed a long firm kiss against Anna's head. Then took her bag gently that held her three dragon eggs from her that were hanging from her shoulder. Promising again that he'll keep them safe and that he'll bring them back to her.

Anna smiled sadly before sending him a small wave before slowly and softly shutting the door behind her. The night she smiled but had tears in her eyes that fell down her soft cheeks. She was happy that she found her mate ecstatic even. But she was sad that she had to be away from him during this horrifying time. During the time of Amarantha's ruling. She just hoped that it would end her ruling so she could be with her mate. So, she could be with Rhysand freely.

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