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juminsmysticmc · 2 years ago

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RFA x Mc who stays alone while someone tries to enter the house

So, this scenario came suddenly to my mind! Hope you enjoy!

Jumin

It’d been a long time since you stayed alone in the big penthouse.

Jaehee was ultra annoyed because of a project and Jumin just had to stay a bit longer at the office, something he didn’t quite enjoy but couldn’t change.

You were in your private library, sitting in the relatively darker room with a little light next to you so that you could at least read the book Jumin bought for you.

You were enjoying the calmness, the quiet lonely feeling of freedom.

But still, you couldn’t wait until Jumin came home to hug you.

The day was long.

You sat there on your couch until you heard something on the window.

At first, you thought it was your imagination, but then you heard it again and tried to focus longer.

An animal? Why wasn’t the alarm going off?

These thoughts haunted you until a face appeared behind the glass, making you shriek.

In that very moment the man crushed the window with a stone he was holding in his free hand and managed to enter through it, making you scream even louder.

The alarm finally went off, over sounding your screams of fear and making the bodyguards finally react.

In a totally different place Jumin was busy working on the project while Jaehee was too busy rolling her eyes at a specific phone call.

When she, however, heard the bodyguard's words, her face turned pale.

At the same time, Seven entered the chatroom and informed everyone what just happened - somehow he got a notification when the alarm went off in the penthouse and hacked into the CCTV.

Jumin and Jaehee never arrived so quickly at the penthouse and Jumin was never so scared for your life.

His hands were still trembling when he was holding your sobbing body.

The bodyguards who were supposed to patrol the garden were fired and the security was kept even tighter. He would never let something happen to you.

Never.

Zen

,,Maybe I should call in sick,’’ he sighed, kissing your temple again.

You were rocking your sleeping baby daughter. She was just two weeks old and it already felt as if she was always there, as if you were always rocking a baby in your arms.

Your hair wasn't brushed yet and you still didn’t change your sleeping gown, but you still had a soft smile on your lips.

,,Don’t be silly, it’s just today. The director needs you, we will handle it,’’ you tried to calm him down, your eyes never leaving the baby you were holding.

She had white hair, but your eyes, something that amazed you.

But she was already so beautiful and a really calm baby.

,,I know, but I worry about you two… I don’t want to leave you,’’ he whispered and stroked his daughter's soft skin.

His daughter.

Just thinking about it made his heart swell.

But no matter how much his heart hurt at the thought of leaving you, he had to go to work.

If the director would let him fall, he wouldn’t be able to provide for you or his child - he didn’t want to risk it.

The hours passed by and passed by until it was time to make dinner.

By now you fed your daughter a few times and also changed her diapers.

Of course you changed your clothes - both of yours - several times and managed to brush your hair and get some house cleaning done.

You just needed to cook dinner now and then the day would be over.

The baby just began to whine again when you put the noodles into the soup.

Thinking you would just go away for a few seconds to take your daughter, you didn’t turn off the heat but just stepped away - it was still unknown to you that this was what saved you.

Just when you had your baby in your arms, an odd sound made you stop breathing.

Something was crushed in the bathroom.

Remembering you left open the window after a shower earlier, you thought the worst.

You put your daughter’s pacifier in her mouth, praying to god that this would make her stay silent before you tried to slowly walk towards the door to run out.

The steps came closer and closer and you already thought you lost, when something made another loud sound, this time coming from the kitchen.

The steps stopped and seemed to go in a different direction, the chance you used to run away.

You quickly ran out, left the door open, and ran.

Your baby was in your arms, without a jacket and shoes, you just ran.

,,MC?!’’ Zen called when he saw you, his motorcycle stopping across from you.

,,Princess, what are you doing? Why are you like that?’’ he asked you, referring to your barefoot body.

,,Hyun! Someone broke in! Someone broke in!’’ you gasped and sobbed, just now you realized how painful it was, how scared you were.

Zen didn’t wait a second to call the police and give you his jacket and shoes.

While waiting for the police so that you could drive a car back home, Zen held you and tried to calm you down.

The burglar didn’t find anything, apparently - or so showed the CCTV at home. He was surprised by the dinner and ran away as soon as he heard the door.

Still, Zen took this as a sign and decided to listen to his gut the next time he didn’t want to go to work.

Yoosung

,,Alright, see you tomorrow,’’ Yoosung said, kissing your head and making you chuckle.

Actually, he would be back at midnight as he had the later shift, but he liked to act as if being a vet in a hospital and having a late shift were holding him back from seeing you,being overdramatic.

You waved goodbye and then began to enjoy the free time you were going to have.

You cleaned, cooked, read a book, watched an anime, and spent your time with your friends in the chatroom.

The time passed by and before you could realize it, it was already time to go to sleep, something you did as you couldn’t manage to stay awake until Yoosung would be back.

Slowly you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep, a light slumber yet.

The warm blanket and your soft pillow were the things you loved the most after Yoosung.

And just when you thought you were asleep, something made you jolt.

A sound, you thought.

Your eyes were wide open and you were gasping for air, trying to concentrate on whatever you just heard.

Was it Lisa? No, she was with Yoosung at the hospital.

Was it Yoosung? He wouldn’t be back yet.

And then again, a sound, things falling, and steps.

Someone was here.

From the little space between the door and the floor, you could see that the light was switched on and in that moment your body reacted on its own.

You grabbed your phone and quickly but silently walked to the bathroom in your room and hid in the shower.

No one would think something valuable would be in a bathroom, right?

With trembling hands you tried to reach Yoosung. Seeing that your messages never arrived, you switched over to 707, the man who was always online, and indeed, he was.

,,707 your hero at the start, my lovely Mc, what can I do for your private message?’’ he asked you.

But you had no time to waste and spammed him.

,,Help’’, ,,Someone broke in’’, ,,I’m in the bathroom,’’, ,,I can’t run away,’’ , ,,I’m scarede,’’ , ,,*scared, typo,’’

Praying he would help you.

,,I will be there. Call me so that I can hear what happens,’’ he said and you did.

You didn’t know how much time passed, you just knew that it was hard to breathe, fearing that they would hear you.

And then everything was louder. You could hear several voices, people yelling, and your name being called in a panic.

Yoosung.

Just when the door was opened and he held you in your arms you could manage to calm down and collapse in his arms.

,,Seven informed Jumin who immediately arrived with his men and the police and came to pick me up. Thank god we came in time,’’ he whispered with tears.

It was okay, you were okay…you were okay.

Jaehee

,,Take everything you need, I am not going to stop you or alert the police. Take either drinks, food, or money, I don’t care, I just want to stay alive,’’ you whispered to the unknown man standing in front of you.

You could see that he was in need, and hell, if he didn’t have a weapon, you would have let him eat something for free even.

You were the last person who would have kicked him out.

If he would have wanted, you would have even offered him a job or something, but he was standing in front of you with a knife, hands trembling while he ordered you to not move.

You didn’t plan on moving.

You were just thankful that Jaehee went off earlier before closing the shop and helping you to count the money because she had to pause something regarding Zen.

On the other hand, she could help you out with her Judo. Alone you were, well, fucked up.

,,I DON’T WANT TO HEAR YOU!’’ the man hissed, waving with the knife.

You were scared, but you tried to stay calm.

You also didn’t utter a word, you were just trying to understand what the man was trying to do. Did he intend to kill you, to take something, or both?

,,Everyone just looks down on me! I am not someone to pity! I will make you all pay!’’ he cried out, making you gasp.

You still couldn’t think straight, you just wanted to live.

,,Mc what is taking you so long to-’’ Jaehee didn’t have to finish her sentence to understand what was happening.

And then everything went too quickly for you to understand. The man ran towards Jaehee, who just realized that the man had a weapon in his hands.

And before she could even dodge the stab, her body reacted on its own and she fought against him with some of her cool Judo tricks, making him land straight on the floor.

,,Thank you,’’ you whispered when you saw that Jaehee took him down in less than a minute.

Her warm arms were now around you and you could feel her heart racing against your own body.

She was worried.

The police arrived and everything was solved, although the security was tightened and below the cash register a little alarm was placed so that whatever happened, the police would be alarmed.

Saeyoung

If there was something that was impossible, it was to enter through the security of a hacker, actually, two hackers and a person who worked for an odd agency once.

The three men knew a lot about security and none would have guessed that anyone could break that security.

But someone could, and this someone was none other than the agency.

Revenge, this was something they seeked for, Saeyoung was sure.

As soon as his phone alerted him that someone entered his house, his heart was racing.

His head was spinning and his palms were sweaty.

His mouth was dry and suddenly he forgot how to talk.

He lost Jihyun and Rika, who betrayed him and lied to him, took advantage of his little brother, and almost ended their future, but he finally found you and got Saeran back. It couldn’t be that someone else was about to destroy this happiness he just found.

,,Quickly they will realize that she’s sleeping!’’ Saeyoung gasped.

He didn’t know what exactly made him go out with Vanderwood and Saeran, he never went out, neither of them did.

But today they did. This was how strong your presence was, you could change the habits of three grown men. Your upcoming birthday was a reason for three introverts to leave the house and do something special.

Neither of them thought of putting you to any risk.

With his red racing car, Saeyoung arrived in a few seconds to his place, his phone never out of his sight, hoping that you would call him and tell him that you were hidden somewhere.

But nothing.

And he was scared that if he called you, your phone would ring and make you get discovered.

Feeling helpless was awful.

,,The basement window is broken! They are in!’’ he gasped and if he could have, he would have vomited right there.

,,The agency would never leave so much proof, it has to be someone else!’’ Vanderwood tried to stop the red haired man.

But he was sure they wanted revenge.

Well, the sight welcoming them was a bit different.

You were in your nightgown, a baseball bat in your hands, and a man on the floor, unconscious, with alcohol around him.

,,I finished him off,’’ you said proudly.

Gosh, Saeyoung’s legs gave up right there.

You were scolded a bit ,,What if he had a gun and shot you down? What if he wasn’t alone? Imagine if he would have gotten up again, Mc! What if…’’

Saeyoung only stopped talking when Vanderwood mentioned the problem of having an unconscious man in their house…at least you were alive and the agency kept ignoring you…

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08.03.2023 // 21:06 MEST

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the-lights-are-loud · 4 months ago

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It’s terrifying. Rumors of relentless assassins and boundless war on the tip of each tongue. It’s not something you would expect a child to be familiar with, let alone fully understand. Nothing was surprising to his ears. Why would it? It had been one of the things he’d known since birth.

Sometimes he would tip-toe around their quarters at night, listening to each room. His parents had hushed whispers, soft arguments, and muffled pacing. His brother was seldom quiet. Impatient flipping of papers, grunts and huffs of arms practice, and frequent escapes to the kitchens. His room was always dark and silent. Tomblike.

There were other whispers. Ones that intrigued his young mind. The whisperings of answers, of hope, of safety. He followed these. The stories of faraway prophecies, curse-breakers, and magical heroes. This was what kept him up at night.

“Son, you need to focus. These meetings are important.” His father pulled him from a daydream of peaceful uncertainty.

“Sorry, sir. Uh, but if they are so important, wouldn’t it be okay for me to read what the scribes write? That way I can get more out of them?” He immediately shut his mouth, an apologetic expression quickly spreading across his face. It was out of line to speak against him.

His father huffed, “You must learn now that you won’t always have time to review these meetings. You need to be able to make decisions with what you know. So please, pay attention.”

“Yes sir,” he breathed, shaking at the idea of that future. One where he would have to do this. By himself. He suppressed the urge to hide, to panic, to tremble.

The rest of the meetings crawled by. Each commoner, noble, and guardsman had their two bits to give. He couldn’t help it, his mind wandered, wanting for life, unlike this one. One that was blessed, unkind, and didn’t have the weight of the world. Where he could be free, to choose, to live, to leave, the allure drew him.

“Your Majesties.” The strange tone drew him back to reality, raspy and sour with no fullness to the sound. Standing in front of their dais, directly beneath his hard throne, was a woman. He had never seen someone who looked so young, yet so old. Her hair was a brilliant white, hanging around her shoulders, like thin, fragile crystals. Her eyes were piercing, vivid blue, holding infinite wisdom, and childlike wonder. She had few wrinkles and the ones she did have crinkled at the edges of her eyes and mouth, from years of the practice of smiling. Her robes were nondescript, a simple, rich brown. Her arms were open like she was preparing for an embrace.

“Your Majesties, I bring tidings of hope. All is not lost for you.” She measured her words like they were rehearsed.

“And who are you to proclaim this?” His father interjected. His interest was clearly piqued, but he radiated skepticism.

“Someone you haven’t heard from in a while.”

“And who might that be?” His mother finally spoke, clearly annoyed with the roundabout exchange. The strange woman smiled.

“I am Lachesis, The Oracle.”

His father shot up, hands balled into fists. “Get you and your black magic out of my home, and out of my kingdom.”

Terrified of his father’s words, he flinched back. For once, he didn’t understand. She backed away.

“If you seek answers, my library is open, even when I’m gone.” She smirked at him and his brother. “You have made a mistake sending me away before I can save you.”

“Get out of here. Get. Out.” His father’s voice was shaking. He wasn’t the only one.

“Boys, go upstairs, your tutors are waiting.” His mother ushered them out of their seats. He couldn’t help but try his hardest to stay.

“Young Prince, you will come looking for me soon,” she cackled, those eyes that were once wise, now insane.

“Konrad,” his mother snapped at him. He was rooted in place as he watched Lachesis be dragged from the room. “Konrad, leave.”

His feet walked him out of the room, but his mind was still on his cold throne, watching his father yell, his mother scream, and guards close the hall's doors. He could still hear the maniacal laughter ringing in his ears.

#this is nightmarishly nervewracking #but uh #i made a promise #so here is the prologue to my pet project of 10 years #my ocs #my oc stuff #Hidden Depths #Konrad Helm #Erasmus Helm #Jinia Helm #Derek Helm #Lachesis the Oracle #How did I write 100 pages of this stuff last year but now can't hardly write a sentence?#Light's Fics

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quccnbees · 3 months ago

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( renee rapp. cis fem (?). she/her. ) - let me introduce you to a member of the eversley family, charlotte eversley is the middle daughter. they are twenty-six and are known as the queen bee to the family because they are obsessive, clever, and cruel when you get to know them, you think about legally binding contracts signed in glitter gel pen; the constant struggle between imposter syndrome and god complex but they’re still an eversley, nonetheless.

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Charlotte Alexandria Eversley

Nickname: Lottie, Lots, Char, Charlie (at your own risk)

Birthday: May 7, 1998

Place of Birth: Eversley Estate, Hampshire, England

Places Lived Since: Oxford, UK; Leiden, NL; Cambridge, US; London, UK

Current Residence: London, in a townhouse absolutely paid for by her father

Notable Family Members: Hazelnut Eversley ( child, 2 year old standard poodle ); Daphne Eversley ( twin sister, best friend ); Adrian Eversley ( older brother ); Imogen Eversley ( older sister ); Hector Eversley ( oldest brother ); Charles Eversley ( father, idolizes ); Ignes Eversley ( mother, pities )

PHYSICAL:

Faceclaim: Reneé Rapp

Height: 5’7

Build: curvy

Hair Color: blonde

Eye Color: blue

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: always wearing one of her father’s old watches, several piercings in both ears, a good amount of tattoos ( will be expanded upon )

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: playing with her hair when anxious, drumming her nails, being cruel for sport

PERSONALITY:

Occupation: lawyer for her father’s company

Education: Law Degree from Oxford University, LLM from Harvard Law School

Languages Spoken: English, French, passable Dutch, Latin because she’s annoying

Positive Traits: outgoing, ambitious, dedicated, meticulous, clever

Negative Traits: obsessive, manipulative, vindictive, cruel, arrogant

Likes: iced coffee, glitter gel pens, the oxford comma, a particularly tricky legal argument, early 2000s chick flicks, singing chappell roan after three espresso martinis at karaoke

Dislikes: sloppy writing, boston as a concept, playing nice, the legal ambiguity of working for your father, birds kept as pets, losing at anything, being lied to

Aesthetic: perfectly crafted citations; falling asleep to the comforting sounds of the city; fighting dirty, because you don’t know any other way; a turning page in a silent library; your father is the worst man alive, you are his favorite daughter; the sound of expensive heels across marble lobbies; is it worse to be doomed by the narrative, or haunted by it?

HISTORY:

The fourth child, the second daughter, the older twin – she’s nearly as middle as a middle child could be. And yet she’s the one gifted a variation of her father’s name. Perhaps it's a coincidence, or Ignes merely liked the name – Lottie doesn’t know, she wasn’t fully conscious yet at the time of her naming. But it matters. It has to matter – names carry meaning, to name something is to grant it power, worth. Charlotte’s spent her entire life trying to prove herself worthy of her father’s affection and trust.

The older twin by a mere ten minutes, Charlotte comes out screaming. Daphne follows, setting the pattern for most of their lives. Charlotte is bright and bold – the sun, but not warmth: a burning, blazing pursuit of power, anger and armor in a pretty blonde package. Daphne her moon – ethereal and lovely, quiet with dark hair and dark eyes; reflecting back the brightness and burn, a guiding light in the darkness.

They are a package deal, something Lottie makes quite clear to everyone in that poison laced honey way of hers. The Queen Bee reigns with her sister close by – gaining power through a combination of charm, manipulation, and other, crueler accusations that never stick. Charlotte’s not just the popular girl – she’s also obsessive to a fault, a perfectionist who absolutely won’t accept failure. She’s naturally clever, of course, but not everything comes so easily – she just makes it look like that. Sleepless nights full of self-loathing and relentless dedication to whatever subject is giving her trouble result in near perfect marks and a lifelong tendency to dance right on the edge of self-destruction.

Perfection leads to Oxford, of course, and despite her best-efforts, Lottie’s never been all that good at numbers, so she studies the law. She loves a challenge, the intricacies and various loopholes that craft something particularly clever and weighty. Two years at Oxford, then her third year in Leiden, studying international & European law. The family business is international, so it’s the obvious choice. But it's the first time she’s away from Daphne, and it takes a toll. Daphne goes dark, but Lottie burns hotter and faster. She’s crueler – like something has been torn away and left all her edges jagged and sharp.

Daphne publishes a novel – and Lottie’s her biggest fan, bullying everyone she knows into buying a copy or two. She’s always known her sister was capable of greatness, hated anyone who dismissed Daphne’s shyness or kindness as weakness. The success of Daphne’s novel is probably the only time Charlotte’s ever let herself be truly, selflessly happy for someone else’s success. It lasts their final year at Oxford, but that’s not enough for Lottie. So she spends a year at Harvard gaining an LLM degree and a profound hatred for Boston. She returns to London, and naturally starts working for her father’s company. Here lies the biggest disconnect of Miss Charlotte Eversley’s young life – she idolizes her father, has spent her entire life living up to his name; but she’s also fought tooth and nail to prove that she deserves this position on merit, not her father’s name. She should work for an outside firm first, establish herself in the field. But he’s old, and his health is failing despite the façade they present to the public. So Charlotte falls in line, and weaponizes her beauty and cleverness against anyone who’s foolish enough to suggest she’s not earned her position.

EXTRAS:

She currently lives in a townhouse in London with her only child, a 2-year-old chocolate colored standard poodle named Hazelnut.

Chaotic bisexual

She and Daphne attended the last night of the Eras Tour LA in August, 2023 together ( 1989 tv was announced ) but then had a huge argument after the concert due to Lottie being a bitch to Daphne’s date & accusing them of only being with her for the family money. The twins have been on bad terms / estranged ever since

She loves all her siblings and would commit atrocities for them, but they are still subject to her harshest judgement ( except for Daphne up until last year ) and she’s never been one to mince words. Still – it's very much ‘only I can say that about them, I’ll ruin anyone else who dare say so.’

She is left-handed.

Her father is the only one to call her Charlie.

#eversleyintro #these are what they call hard feelings | about #this is so long and rambling

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careful-please · 8 months ago

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Realm four: Midgard

Bitter and still in mourning, I began the trek to the lake. Only to find i wasn't here to save anyone. So then how to change the story? With the bifrost broken there was no way for me to track down any familiar faces. And I didn't really need to, because one such face was already at the temple, working at his forge.

But I couldn't sigh in relief at the sight of Sindri. It was clear he was still struggling with Brok's death. My heart ached dully, as I was struggling with my own grief. I could see myself in the stiff edge of defeat in his shoulders. The grim anger that pinched his brow. But I needed his help to press forward. My heart couldn't bear any more attachments in the moment. I asked for a way to Alfheim.

He looked me over for a moment and shook his head. "It won't work, so don't even bother. "

"I know. I need something else."

He reluctantly handed over the seed and I promised to return with any coin I found in my search. Obviously he didn't believe that I had no interest in the Well of Souls, but I couldn't fault him for it. Instead I turned my attention to the desert library. A small jar of healing salve and a simple question earned me admittance from the keeper. I studied the map found on a high shelf and memorized the route.

I still can't tell you what drove Sindri to join me but I'm glad he was there. I might have lost my sanity to the silence otherwise. When we arrived at the ruins I didn't hesitate. The crumbling walls and missing bridges would not stop me. I didn't care about getting hurt or being poisoned by traps. By the time we arrived in the ritual chamber Sindri was trying to argue that I wasn't ready for whatever waited inside. But that was beside the point.

We studied the carvings that depicted exactly what I was looking for. The "Maker" became noisy at this point. The only way to pull a soul out of the Ether was to go in yourself. Mine was a mortal soul. Not even the curse of immorality could fully protect me. The "Maker " could not guarantee my life in there. But that was the point. Amidst sobbing pleas and shouts to turn back I pushed Sindri to the side and walked right in.

Pain like nothing anyone has ever imagined overwhelmed me. Burning through my body and soul, ringing in my ears. And through the chaos of the white void I fought to find those I came for. It almost didn't work. The next time I could hear, there was a steady thump pressed to my ear. When I could move I felt rough skin beneath my hands. When I finally opened my eyes, it was to sight of a very annoyed looking Baldur.

"Go back to sleep. You are no where near ready to be moving just yet." He groosed in a shockingly soft voice. I distinctly recall his shrill screams in the Ether. I shook my head carefully and slowly moved to sit up, much to his aggravation. He reprimanded me, nagging even as he gently steadied me so I could drink water and sip on a bowl of soup. Days bled into one another as I slowly recovered from the most painful decision of my existence. Yet I could not regret it.

I took immense satisfaction from the inconsolable state of the "Maker". He could not comprehend why i would do something so foolish just to spite him. It was just further proof of his lies. A true Creator would understand the pain of losing your child, your world, your reality. By comparison the burns from the Ether were nothing. But those scars would stay with me forever.

Days turned into weeks, and in that time I discovered that everyone had pledged to return the favor to me. I simply refused to give them the opportunity. I felt hollow, numb, and bitter. I imagined it wasn't too dissimilar to how Baldur felt with his "blessing ". I had a newfound distaste for Freya then. Still when I could move freely again and my scars looked more like an optical illusion i demanded the Coward take me to a new realm. I had done all I could here and I didn't want to linger. But Baldur would not let me go so easily.

That is how we both ended up at the foot of the Blue mountains, listening to an energetic bard bother the locals of the quiet town.

#carefulwrites #old realms #god of war #gowr #gow #gow of war ragnarok

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yourimaginationrealm · 10 days ago

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Prologue - Fate Zero/Stay Night x You

The beginning - Part one

Part 2

Before you came to the glorious Tohsaka family, your parents started to live in Japan for better life. Basically, you were born in Japan and had no problem to learn their language. But the tragic began with you being two years old. The Holy Grail War started and your parents are killed amid it. You can not remember that you lain in a puddle of blood and cried. Someone saved you and you stayed two years in an orphanage. Yet, you remembered a tall man, Tokiomi Tohsaka, stand in front of you with a relieved face. As if he searched you for a long time. You waited two years to be adopted and bubbly next to the stranger. Of course, you missed your parents even so you had no idea at that time what happened. And now, you gonna have a normal family again. Tokiomi told you that he knows your father from work and he felt responsible for your sake. „I am just happy you adopted me and we can be a real family!“ He just smiled at you.

Rapidly, you learned that the Tohsaka Family is famous for magic. You loved it because it is like from a fairy tale. A year later, your younger sister Rin Tohsaka is born. Actually, you have two sisters, Sakura and Rin, but after a few years your are not allowed to talk about Sakura as your sister. She was sent to the Matou family. The reasons or formalities couldn’t you comprehend as a child. Even though, you were just adopted by Tokiomi of sympathy cause of his friend, he taught you the magic ritual of his family. He talked about the gem stones and the bond this family has. You find it really interesting to listen even so you had a hard time using the power. You don’t have his blood and so he still was strict. Aoi, your adopted mother showed some sympathy and whispers to you as she putted you to bed that he is doing it because he accepted you as his own. With new motivation, you succeeded to make him proud. After this, he talked about the Holy Grail War which is gonna held in four years. You loved his stories about this war and felt already excited even he said that he doesn’t want you, Aoi and your sister to be close when the Grail War started.

„And who are you gonna call as your Servant, father?“ You orbs watch him with excitement of his answer. He laughed.

„We still have time… Who do you think I should call?“

You put up a thinking face as you recalled old heroes you heard.

„Herakles? Wasn’t he super strong?!“ You giggle as you remember the Disney movie.

„Yeah, but is just strength important?“ You shake your head as you again start to think.

„Achilles! He is strong, fast and clever!“ „Oho! From here did you hear from this hero?“

„From school… In history, we talked a bit about Greek legends.“

„Ah… this explains a lot.“

At this you begin, to read old lores from heroes. You know about Arthur, nordic heroes like Ragnar or Alexander the Great. First, you ran with any added story to your father’s office and rant about the new great star you have found. Then, he told you it just can not be any kind of hero, it had to be a special one fitted for the Tohsaka family… After this, you became more critical. You searched for any witted characterized hero. A little disappointed you walk towards Rin who was now three years. „Little Rin, you have no idea how hard it is to find the perfect servant …“ you watch her reach out towards you with her little hands smiling. „Aw, you are so cute!“ You snuggle a bit with her. Again, you found yourself curled up in a corner of the Tohsaka library. You searched for any Irish stories and if they had any ‚wit‘ you searched. Bumping into a shelve you shriek a bit when a book falls to the floor. A very old book. You took it in your arms as you carry this heavy book to the couch to flick through it.

„The Epic of… Gil-Gil-Gilgame- …“ You eyebrows twitch annoyed. Somehow, you can not speak it out. With one try you almost screamed this name.

„GIL-GA-MESH!“ You sighed. „What a weird name…“ More you thought was weird the story… You couldn’t understand it. Somehow …. It repeats so often and the text is over empurpled. You closed it annoyed and walked back to the shelves as you blink back. The book was so beautiful golden. It took seconds as you again sat in front of it and tried to understand this flowery language. Maybe, this story got you because you didn’t finished the book in a day or two. A whole year took you to finally understand his tale. You remember how you closed the book proudly and a bit sad that it was over. „Woow!“ Rin was four years as she mumbled.

„Are finally done with this boring book.“ You look up to her as you begin to smirk. „It wasn’t boring. It was epic.“ You wanted to laugh at your own joke yet the four year old didn’t understand it.

„Oookay? Can we play, sister?“ You nod and run towards her giggling.

Your relationship with Rin was almost like a real sibling. You loved her and she loved you. Everything changed as she could partake into magic lessons. She was already with her six years so good like you with eleven years. Well, almost. Yet, you felt that she is close to get better than you. You heart sinks as you compliment her. She is jiggly when even Tokiomi praised her and boast with her skills to everyone. He never had done that with you… You sadly watch him carry her around laughing as she perfected her first magic spell. You wanted to scream as you fake smile at their happiness.

„Well, Well… Y/N!“ You shriek as you blink at him.

„You didn’t ever came to me to tell me what kind of servant should serve me in the Holy Grail War. It is only a year…“ You had your mouth a bit open as you looked down ashamed.

„You were right when you said, it is not easy to find a fitting hero for our family yet…“ You put your beloved book on his desk. He watched it curiously with Rin in his arms. Rin yelled in disgust. „Oh no! The boring book of yours.“ „The epic of Gilgamesh…“ Tokiomi read the title as he looked back to you. „I never heard of him…“

You red cheeks betrayed your excitement.

„Well, he is stronger than Herakles, faster than Achilles, clever than uhhh any Heroes and he was king in Uruk. Rich was he also…“ Okay, how you put your arguments are not clever.

„He is not one of the oldest heroes. He is the first one who existed or who is written about it. That is why nobody seems to know about him. He didn’t start as a hero more like villain who…“

„Okay, Okay. I get it. You seem to be very convinced about him, right.“

„Yes. If I would partake this war, I would definitely take him as my servant.“ You clap your hand on this book like an adult. He laughs at your maturing acting.

„So enough for today.“ When you two leave his room, he watches curiously the book you brought. After this, he did some research of your hero you found and what do we have here. You may lack at you magic skills but you don’t fail with your researches. It was decided: Gilgamesh is gonna be the servant of the Tokoimi Tohsaka.

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Part two

Well, it is still a past story where you are a child and explains the background a bit. Yet, some flashbacks are about to come. The past of course is Fate zero and the real story is ten years later , Fate stay night which is definitely turning a bit different. I don't know how much time I have to upload but I thought I should start putting the Prologue online. If you find typos you can please tell me :D Next part, Gilgamesh is coming to action.

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princessroyal95 · 1 year ago

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This is love (Charlotte Katakuri x Hirawashi Len) [English version]

Summary

Who can love a monster like Charlotte Katakuri? He is the son of Charlotte Linlin, known as Big Mom, and the question of the second eldest child in the family is who could love someone like him.

The idea of him falls apart when he meets a somewhat tsundere girl, but with a heart of gold that will make the commander fall in love.

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Chapter V

Silence. There was no sound involved. "What a boredom" that idea was resurfacing again and again in the young Len who looked at the window carefully, knowing perfectly well that she was not going to do anything about it. Earlier, in the meeting together with Katakuri, they gave a report on what happened about the looters. The girl was really upset by those damned robbers for almost attacking those children. She almost wanted to kill them herself, but she held back. And, Big Mom, she hailed her favourite son for doing a great deed.

She was even more annoyed that he didn't respect her at all. She was going to be the wife of those five and she didn't deserve that. She wanted to leave that big house because she felt useless in every way. And when she got to her room, she relaxed by all means. And now, his only purpose was to look out the window trying to find some point of interest in his gaze. Should he jump? She did not want to attract the attention of the guards. It was getting dark and a big sigh came from her lips.

She noticed how sleep was overpowering her so she decided to get closer to her bed and let her body relax by lying on the soft, fluffy bedspreads. She had to clear her mind in an instant, not think about anything. And so she did, slowly closing her eyes and falling completely asleep.

"Have you hooked up yet?"

"No."

"And what have you been doing?" asked Cracker, looking at his older brother with a relaxed expression leaning against the wall.

"Guiding her around the castle," Katakuri speculated.

The commander with the least amount of reward from his superior brothers looked down at Katakuri and placed his hand on his face trying to hold out a scream. He had much respect for his older brother, but sometimes he had to have patience with each other in him.

"Do I have to go ahead of him?" He crossed his arms with his head held high looking at the ceiling.

"Go ahead." The maroon eyes of Big Mom's favorite son were fixed on his lilac-haired brother.

"Don't you care?" He raised his eyebrow in surprise.

"Not at all." He shrugged his shoulders as he stepped away from the wall. "Besides, I remind you that all five of us are in the thick of it."

"But since that girl seems to be really interested in you..."

"Nonsense." A roar came from his annoying throat. "Although...," he began to remember what happened in the castle hall. This closeness in the young woman filled him with some nostalgia and calm.

"Although?"

"Things of mine."

Cracker raised his eyebrow a little surprised at his brother's behavior. Didn't he mind him trying to get the girl? Well, it would be a great opportunity for the biscuit lover and, truthfully, the girl didn't seem that ugly really. She had her character, she was pretty and she looked smart.

He still remembered when the young woman threw herself at him leaving him in a state of uselessness on the floor. He blushed brutally as he remembered seeing Len's underwear; he could see that the girl was not ashamed to show it. He heard a slight dry cough from his brother as he saw that Cracker was in his air, having not very pure thoughts.

"What are you thinking about? Katakuri moved a little closer to Cracker.

"About... nothing." Shame took over even more as his cheeks blushed as if they were about to explode like a volcano.

"Cracker, I know that look and I know you're remembering what happened in the library."

"Shut up!" Even with that answer, it said it all.

It wasn't noticeable under that scarf, he was smiling, funny for being right about something and seeing his not so little brother so vulnerable in front of a girl. Although, who wouldn't be? She had that character that any woman can have. And, besides, with the strength of a thousand men or even more. Katakuri began to imagine what life would be like with her: two people married with children.

It would be a bit strange; however, there was always that drawback that made him back. Unconsciously, he touched the part of his scarf trying to hide those scars that decorated his cheek. It wasn't really nice. He sighed slowly trying to relax his muscles and not think about anything.

Cracker, on the other hand, rose from his seat and walked in the opposite direction to them. He looked back at his brother and gave him a wide, mocking smile.

"I'll go ahead." He stuck out his tongue, joking. "I want to try at least.

"I have the feeling that he is in his room," Katakuri declared, closing his eyes.

"I'll go and visit her. I hope she doesn't throw any teddy bears at me," he laughed, imagining that the young woman had a bear in the shape of a doll. "See you, brother."

And Katakuri lost sight of Cracker who was already on his way to Len's room. He wanted to let his brother at least try, but, on the one hand, he felt a little strange. He couldn't have that kind of feeling without knowing her completely. Jealousy? That was impossible. He didn't feel anything for that girl, his feeling is nil.

" I should clear my mind with something else", and with that thought he went to the training room, since at that time none of his brothers were there.

Len's room was absolutely peaceful as the young woman was sleeping like a sloth or a hibernating koala. As we know, her second hobby was to sleep like never before and more so by having a heavy sleep. She was able to sleep perfectly without hearing any noise; although, if she noticed something strange in the environment she would not hesitate to open her eyes to see what was happening.

The crickets made their typical relaxing sound giving the signal that the night had come and it was time to sing. A resonance that was capable of putting a grizzly bear to sleep.

Suddenly, the door to that room opened because someone had been knocking on the door a few times and got no answer because of the young woman. The light from the hallway came on inside the room, revealing a tall figure on the floor. Do you know who it was? Indeed, it was Cracker who stood still in front of the room watching to see if he saw anyone move.

However, he did not notice anything unusual in the atmosphere so, with all the determination in the world, he entered slowly without making the slightest noise and took the opportunity to close the door. His eyes were fixed on the bed and he found a deeply asleep Len: "I understand why he couldn't hear me". He thought he had come at a bad time, didn't he? Seeing her so helpless there gave Major Sweet a head start, he would never let it go.

He walked with light steps towards the bunk, carefully observing the young woman's face. As gentle and tender as an angel even anyone would doubt that she was the same girl as before. He tilted his head slightly and with one hand raised he stroked the girl's face. Who would have thought that he would be doing this? His brothers would be envious of him so he smiled to himself. He couldn't tell if her skin was velvety so he took off one of his gloves and carefully stroked Len's cheek.

"Soft...", thought Cracker to himself, surprised. Unlike him, his hand was rough due to the hard training; that's why he almost always uses his gloves to protect himself from any damage; even if he didn't like it very much. Cracker was a surprise because he didn't like to be hurt or to damage himself, he even found it absurd.

He stopped his movements when he saw the girl making a slightly strange grimace and turned her whole body around with her back to the commander. Cracker relieved his entire body by knowing that he had not woken up for the moment, but he wanted more. To know a little more about her. He was even realizing that his thoughts were absurd, as he had noticed that Len had his eyes on Katakuri. What if he realized what his brother feared? Would he scream? Would he run away? More doubts arose in the head of the lilac-haired man.

Suddenly, he felt that the atmosphere became somewhat tense, as if something had happened at that very moment. As if his conscience was warning him not to turn, he ignored it and slowly turned his head and began to get nervous. Why? Because young Len was looking at him with a face of few friends and with her arms crossed, a sign that she was upset and irritated at the presence of the commander.

What are you doing here?" asked grumpy Len, implying that he had woken her up.

Cracker, for the first time in a long time, was sweating profusely. This hadn't happened to him since his mother yelled at him that time when he dared to eat the biscuits on the sly.

"I was passing by to see if you wanted to go for a walk, but I can see it was a big mistake."

"Obviously, I was sleeping." The girl with the brown hair sat down, while looking at Cracker.

"I didn't mean to, it's just...," he started looking for an excuse not to be killed, "I got curious."

"What got into you?" she repeated.

"How you were sleeping."

There was no response from Len. The atmosphere became more tense than ever and Cracker felt a few stakes driven into his back by the fear he was feeling right now. He was a warrior, after all, but you saw what Len was capable of if you made her angry.

"And what did you think?" That question took the commander by surprise.

"Well, let's just say you sleep like little angels," he said, broadening his smile quite a bit.

"Really? That idiot Jack always told me that he made a crazy face every time he dreamt something related to chocolate."

The commander's eyes widen when he hears the word 'chocolate'. "So he likes chocolate, huh?" an idea popped into Cracker's head giving him the big break he was waiting for.

"Hey, what do you say you come with me to Cocoa Island?" When he said that, he got a good look from Len.

"Cocoa Island?"

"Yes, an island full of chocolate."

He has said all he has to say. Len got up in a panic and ran to the door, but he came back taking the commander's hand and threw it hard, surprising him.

"Let's go there! I want to see it with my own eyes!" She was excited and excited at the same time.

"But stop it, woman!" This caused Cracker some tenderness so he laughed slowly.

"Katakuri!" However, everything faded away when he heard the name of his older brother who was in front of them. Wait, where was he going?

"So you finally went to his room," Katakuri commented to himself as he watched those two approach and hold hands? For some strange reason, he felt... jealous?

"And I thought I had gone to the training room," spoke Cracker, awakening his brother from his deepest thoughts.

"I just came out of it and was going to address... Hey!" He couldn't finish, as Len grabbed him with his other hand and pushed him with all his strength along with Cracker. This girl is amazing! Being able to drag two men who were taller than her and who could weigh more than her!

"Let's go to Cocoa Island! Cocoa Island!" she was already humming like a little girl.

"To Cocoa Island?"

"Unfortunately she told me a little secret and that is that she loves chocolate." Cracker let go, although he covered his mouth when he gave his brother a hint.

Katakuri's maroon eyes pierced the young Len's small body thinking about what her brother told her. He rather preferred the doughnuts, but was very curious to know that the girl liked chocolate so much. He smiled to himself as he heard this news and saw her so happy.

No one has custody of her, except her sister Pudding who, speaking of the queen, was in her usual boat ready to leave for home on Cocoa Island. Young Charlotte heard someone coming in her direction and her visible eyes widened as she saw her older brothers being dragged off so easily by Len. She smiled tenderly but inside she felt like strangling her for treating them like rags.

"Cocoa Island! Cocoa Island!"

"Stop!" The two of them shouted in unison, stomping hard on the ground trying to stop the girl.

"We have to go!" She pulled even more, as these two were using brute force.

"And how do you intend to get there, smartass?" asked Cracker.

"... It is true." And right off the bat, she let go of their wrists at once. Katakuri was able to stay on his feet; however, Cracker fell backwards doing incredible damage.

"What a strange girl, but I hate her with all my heart," thought Pudding, showing repulsion towards the girl, although she preferred to be serene so as not to lose her sanity in that girl. "I was heading that way."

"Really?!" Without waiting, young Len had already got into young Charlotte's boat, surprising her with its speed. "Come on! You're slow!"

"I'll kill her someday," confessed Cracker, rubbing his back with a little pain.

"If you do, we probably won't be able to marry her."

"After I get married and have a kid, I'll kill her!"

"Are you both well," asked Pudding, worrying about her two older brothers.

"Ask the complainant." He heard his brother Cracker cursing him every few years, but he played deaf as he got into the boat with his brothers.

Len didn't say anything, she was just anxious to set foot on that enchanted land and even more so at night, which surely looked spectacular and with all the chocolate that was involved. Just thinking about it made her hungry and even her belly started making strange noises.

"Len." The girl named turned her head to meet Pudding. "Can I ask you a favor?" she asked, seeing that the girl nodded. "Don't move the boat, my brothers and I can't swim because of the Devil's Fruit."

"Have the three of you eaten a Devil's Fruit?" with that thought in her head she sat quietly, but without looking at the horizon. She had to be very patient if she wanted to get there without them falling into the boat. With everything ready, Pudding set about putting the boat's engine in motion and heading towards Isla Cacao.

Having his brothers and sisters there made him feel safe, but with the new tenant there was not much fun. Her inner self was crying out to kill her as soon as possible because she was a nuisance; however, she had to control herself, as her mother wanted to marry her off to one of her brothers. And will she succeed? Not if she can have a serious accident. She laughed to herself wanting that to happen, that's why she had a great idea that could have an effect. When she saw how lively Len was to get to Cocoa Island, maybe she would gorge herself on chocolate and have a heart attack. What a twisted mind young Charlotte had.

Actually Cacao Island was not far from Whole Cake that could even make a bridge to give more access to the area. However, Big Mom was more concerned with other things than focusing on building bridges so her children could go home safely.

It has been about half an hour since they left the port and the first one to set foot on land was Len whose eyes gave off that touch of illusion when she saw what she was seeing. She could not believe it, it was like living in a dream come true. The houses, the fountains, the road... everything was made of chocolate! Even her nostrils were enlarged when they received such a pleasant smell. For her this sweet was like an aphrodisiac.

"Shall I help you with the bags, Pudding?" Returning to the brothers, Katakuri saw her little sister carrying a few bags.

"Don't worry, Oni-chan." She smiled sweetly.

"Can they be eaten?!" cried Len excitedly, already close to a small stone made of chocolate.

"Almost everything here can be eaten." Pudding approached the girl. "Except the roofs of the houses, that's forbidden."

"Is that so?"

"There's no need to worry, the workers, if they see a defective house or an expired chocolate, they reform it again," explained young Charlotte, seeing that Len did not hesitate to eat that candy in one bite.

The young woman was instantly speechless, shocked by what she had eaten. The two Sweet commanders looked at each other, worried that the girl had become intoxicated or something. However, Len shouted to the sky saying:

"This is the best chocolate I've ever tasted!"

"Well, you're a chocolate fanatic," Pudding laughed tenderly; however, in her inner self she was vomiting with rage.

"I've always liked it," confessed the young woman, "if someone gave me a chocolate fountain, I'd gorge myself on it. Oh, and also to embrace the person who brought it to me." The fiery streaks on the ends of Cracker's hair intensified even more when he heard the news. So maybe he would have a chance with her.

"My house is on that corner." Young Charlotte nodded. "If you want, I invite you to try the chocolate cake." And, without waiting, she was already being dragged by Len towards Pudding's house.

"I'll tell our chef to make that chocolate fountain," laughed Cracker to himself as he was watched by Katakuri with a serious look on his face.

"And you think that surprises her?"

"She said it, didn't she?"

"That's so you'll fall into his trap." Katakuri gave his opinion, already walking along with his brother. "She is too meticulous to say that."

"So you think she said it because she knows I will?" asked Cracker with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know myself."

"You're making me confused!"

They entered their little sister's house and saw a restless Len already sitting on the chair, doing little taps on the table. She looked like a little girl eager to receive her prize. Katakuri found that somewhat funny and tender, almost reminiscent of his younger siblings desperate to eat some candy.

The funny thing was that Len was humming a song and the tapping on the table was the rhythm he was giving. The truth was that, to be an almost explosive girl, she needs to be patient with many things. The two brothers approached the table sitting down, one next to the girl. One: Cracker wanted to have her close by so he could learn more about her. And two: Katakuri sat down because he wanted to.

Len was not uncomfortable with having two big, older men next to her, she was used to being surrounded by men and involving them in fear in case someone tried to do something with her. The hazel-eyed young woman watched Pudding's house closely. It was quite cozy for a small girl and was the perfect size for a giant to enter. And giant meant the one next to her. Already the smell of chocolate had reached her nostrils where her head automatically went into the kitchen.

Cracker found it funny, he looked like a simple robot or an animal in that behaviour.

"Jack told me that this kingdom people only eat candy," she commented to break that uncomfortable silence and needed information, "is that true?

"It's not quite true." He took the words out of his Katakuri's mouth to his brother, as he was about to respond. "We have the head chef who prepares all kinds of food. It is true that our mother loves sweets, but she also eats other things."

"Like meat, for example." He finished commenting on Cracker.

"I already said that, I thought it was strange that you only ate sweets. You should have some steel teeth so you don't get cavities."

"Well, everyone has their own specific tastes." Pudding appeared with a plate of biscuits and one with the cake that Len almost got her eyes out when she saw the size of the cake. "For example, you like chocolate and you're drooling."

"How could you not? It's huge."

"Cracker likes biscuits." She left the plate near her brother so that he could enjoy them. "And Katakuri likes doughnuts."

When he said that, Len noticed that the big guy didn't have his plate of such food something that pissed him off a little.

"And where is his plate?" she asked innocently.

"Oh, this..." Pudding had to make an excuse, as she knew perfectly well the problem her brother Katakuri has. "He's already had his dinner."

Len blinked a few times, as if to get the message right. The three brothers were a bit nervous in case the girl kept asking; however, it was not like that. In fact, she was already breaking a piece of cake and, without any cheek, took it in her hands by giving it a big bite. Young Charlotte almost had a fit when she saw that the girl was not at all polite when eating. 'I'm going to kill her and I won't have any mercy on her,' she thought.

"If you live here... does that mean you rule this island?"

"Oh, no, I just work and live here." She sat down with young Len in front of her. "We used to have the so-called chocolate minister, but she left her post long ago."

"The chocolate minister?"

"Yes, the kingdom of Totto Land has thirty-four islands," Pudding explained, "each island has its own minister."

"I, for example, apart from being a commander, am the biscuit minister on Biscuits Island," Cracker said as he ate.

"And you Katakuri?" She turned her head to see the tallest one.

"The flour minister in Komugi Island," he answered politely crossing his arms.

Len raised her head thoughtfully and pulled the chair back a little.

"If I married one of you, would I be the deputy minister of such islands?"

Cracker and Pudding, while drinking tea, almost spat on hearing such a question from Len. Katakuri only opened his eyes with a serious look at the girl. 'Did he really ask that?' It was clear that she was a curious girl with many questions to be answered.

The biscuit minister almost lost his colours imagining Len sending everyone on his island. Or worse, in a pretty sexy outfit for his taste. A little drop of blood is coming out of his nose, he was already thinking about perverted things. Pudding realised this and, disguising it, hit this one's leg to stop him thinking about it.

"The cake is good, Pudding," said the young woman, while she continued to eat with a big smile on her face.

"I'm glad to hear it." She smiled falsely and sweated profusely when she saw that the girl's mouth was stained with chocolate. 'The damn thing has no shame', Pudding was a delicate girl with a supernatural beauty, and seeing such things makes her sick.

"Do you want some?"

Cracker and Pudding opened their eyes suddenly and were afraid that the girl would dare to ask that question to her brother Katakuri. The commander only looked at the girl for a few seconds, processing the information. Was she offering her food? Was this a strategy to get her to take off his scarf? No! He had to hold his position so he looked away.

"I have no appetite and my sister has already told you that I had dinner."

"Oh, come on, just a little taste won't hurt." Len was known as someone who, when something got into her head, was unable to get it out.

"I said no." A vein appeared on Katakuri's temple.

"Is it something related to what's behind that scarf?"

The body of the tallest one tensed and his eyes darkened alerting him that Len was entering a rather forbidden area. Pudding had to do something, she couldn't stand that girl getting into dangerous territory. So, as if out of nowhere, she pulled out a knife, sticking it in the table alerting everyone. Len turned her eyes to see the real Pudding.

"Do you want to make fun of my brother?!" She stood up suddenly where her eyes sparkled with pure evil. "You're doing this so you can make fun of him and hurt his feelings, and I won't allow that!"

"Pudding..."

"I'm going to kill this brat and I don't care if Mother has any plans with her!" She didn't want to listen to anyone, the madness was overpowering her.

"Pudding, relax," Cracker warned.

"If you want to make fun of my brother, do it to me first!" And right off the bat, young Charlotte pushed her fringes aside, showing her third eye by impressing Len. "Come on, go ahead! Show me that you're a bitch like those who made fun of me for this!" She pointed to her eye. An eye that has been mocked. "I killed them for mocking me! My mother hates this fucking eye and I released my anger by killing those bastards!"

"Pudding stop it! You're overreacting!"

"Say something!"

Len hadn't said anything, so she just stared at young Charlotte who looked like she was about to collapse giving some pretty confidential and painful information to her. On the one hand, she felt sorry for her, but on the other hand, she knew perfectly well what he meant. However, her eyes got stuck in Pudding's third eye.

Young Charlotte knew that this girl was going to say something ugly about her because, in the eyes of anyone, she was a monster just like her brothers. That's why she did it, she didn't want Katakuri to have a panic attack because the girl wanted to see what was behind that scarf. She saw Len smiling tenderly. She wanted to show that she was a liar and she was only interested in marrying one of her brothers to have the absolute power!

"You look beautiful with that eye. By the way, can you read other people's minds?"

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Chapter IV.

Chapter VI.

#one piece #katakuri one piece #charlotte katakuri #oc #original character #romance

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silenteyes · 3 years ago

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The Child of Cheshire Cat

An Obey Me MC Headcanon series where MC is a child of fairytale characters!

- Partially inspired by Ever After High :) I hope you all like this! If you ever want to request any characters, my asks are always open!

Characters: All of them minus the S4 Trio (I haven’t gotten there yet, and I fear I’d make them too OOC, apologies!), Gender-Neutral MC

Lucifer

He despised you, most definitely.

You always talked in riddles, it was a headache.

When the portal to retrieve you for the exchange program was open, you weren’t even there. He and Diavolo thought there was some kind of mistake with the portal Barbatos had conjured.

When you had appeared, floating, upside down, with ONLY your head - it had scarred him. He had decided you were a nuisance.

You had took it as your job to make Lucifer less of a stick-in-the-mud.

He didn’t appreciate it.

But, after a while, he had learned to like you.

The way you’d pop up whenever he feels down. Your humour, one he never knew where it came from - for it felt like something for a completely other world.

If asked, he would deny he likes you.

Deep down - well, you were better than his brothers, after all.

(Lucifer still wonders, how did you get natural cat ears? You’ve never given him an answer)

Mammon

Lucifer had to be joking. What human was there - ?

He had screamed when he first met you, although he would never admit it in any lifetime.

He has to say though, you were a damn good pickpocket. Like, almost better than him. He’s still the best though!

You spoke so weirdly, he got annoyed easily. In time, he had gotten used to it, doesn’t mean he particularly liked it. Seriously, the headaches.

You were a bit mean to him, he didn’t understand why.

He realized that you did it because for the entertainment, you got bored very easily.

He also realized you never meant any ill intent, you never actually knew it hurt him sometimes.

You were a very fun person, not like his brothers. You were MUCH more interesting!

You always rambled on how Devildom was peculiar, so similar to where you’re from yet so different!

Mammon had been a bit... concerned when he heard you talking about a “Queen of Hearts”.

He cares for you a lot. He still is irritated on how you never answer why you had cat ears though...

Leviathan

This boy... he was rolling his eyes when he saw your cat ears.

Seriously? A normie wearing cat ears? Talk about embarrassing...

Oh. IT WAS NATURAL?

He was awed by you! He definitely thought you could be the side characters that was very mysterious!

You... didn’t know what videos were? YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHAT SOCIAL MEDIA WAS?

Levi had taught you everything about it, and was glad you weren’t another Simeon.

He had cosplayed with you a lot.

You always spoke in riddles. Contrary to popular belief, he never found it annoying.

In fact, he was so amazed by you and just... you!

You were a bit mean to him, but he didn’t mind. He’d insult you right back.

You both got along well. He never questioned the cat ears, he just loved you!

Satan

Ah, yes. Satan had fallen in love the moment he saw you. You had cat ears for Diavolo’s sake! Natural ones!

He was also fascinated by the way you spoke!

Your riddles too. It kept his brain active and it interested him a lot.

You also loved his library, so you both would spend lots of time in it.

Satan would ask you so many questions about yourself, and where you came from.

Sure, you never gave him an actual answer. In fact, it just made him think of more questions.

But it reminded him of the fairytales he had read.

(He’d outwardly deny he read any, but you’ve teleported one too many times)

You were his favourite person.

You had the most interesting and unique personality, so much like a cat as well!

He does think... you might be a bit much as a character, but he would never mind.

Asmodeus

Oh, he was charmed by you!

Your cat ears were adorable! And your outfit, although not his taste, suited you so well! It looked so out of place with Devildom, yet so fitting!

When you told him you didn’t know what skincare was, he immediately dragged you to his room.

You spent 3 entire days in his room, while he taught you everything you need to know about skincare and facial products. As well as anything related to selfcare!

Asmo realized you were the only one able to truly make eye contact with him (minus Barbatos and Diavolo).

You’re eyes were so cat-like, it sent him shivers instead!

You scared him a lot, whenever you would pop out of nowhere. It definitely did something to his skin!

He had gotten used to it after a while (and after hitting you with whatever he could find after the first few times you appeared suddenly).

The way you spoke had confused him, but he thought nothing of it.

After all, you could be a bit flirtatious when you wanted!

He also comments on how your hair feels a lot like cat fur. You only giggle every time he makes that comment.

Beelzebub

Oh... this human looked tasty...

When he tried to grab you, you had disappeared, only to appear upside down!

He was curious, but never minded it.

You were great company, and would always get him food!

He never knew where it came from, but he was grateful. (you stole it, naughty cat!)

When he invited you to workout, you never expected exercise.

Beel never minded when you complained, it reminded him a lot of Belphegor.

He had said so. Imagine his surprise when you were - quite literally, dragging Belphegor by the collar into their room.

He is forever grateful for that! Now, he could introduce you both and you three could all hangout together!

He would always be the one to carry you both whenever you two fell asleep.

He never questioned anything about you. You made the weirdest food, but it tasted amazing, so who was he to complain?

Belphegor

He had mixed feelings about you, at first.

He thought you were some ordinary human. Not some werecat that could teleport AND turn invisible!

He was grudgingly grateful to you, for getting him out of that damned attic.

He also found a sleeping buddy.

You were very comfortable, your hair was very soft.

Belphie and you had a few things in common.

Mainly, you both slept anywhere and everywhere!

You annoyed him a lot, and he hated it.

But, maybe he a just a bit glad someone (other than Beel) paid attention to him. He liked it.

He also never questioned anything about you.

He was curious, though. You weren’t any ordinary human. Where exactly did you come from?

Diavolo

The demon prince found you extremely amusing!

You always teleported to the palace, and you were always welcome as well!

You had this weird sense of humour, and he loved it!

You were very similar to a cat, and he was so interested humans could be a werecat!

Diavolo invites you to play chess every day! You were the only person who could win against him (sans Barbatos).

He appreciated when you would rip some documents when he was working. Less work for him!

Teatime everyday. He would purposely change it six o’ clock when you were confused as to why teatime was at three o’ clock.

He reminded you of Mad Hatter in a way, just without the madness. Or perhaps it was just you missing the Underland, who knows?

He had you take less classes than the usual students since you were very confused on what they were.

He had asked a lot, and he was the only one who truly got not really a solid answer, but an answer that would satisfy him.

Ah, you still kept him in the dark though.

Barbatos

Yeah, he knew almost everything about you.

You needn't give him an answer, you were the one who wanted the answer for once.

You and him were very similar, it kind of terrified the brothers.

He would know which tea and which snack would be to your taste, and it taste specifically like the ones in Underland.

Barbatos was also the only person who is not frightened by your sudden appearances and teleportation, although he could never tell if you're there when you're invisible.

The butler somehow reminded you of The Caterpillar, whom you have heard of from Alice herself.

He would be the one to introduce you to food that would suit your tastes in Devildom.

You also feel as if Her Highness, The Queen of Hearts would definitely find him interesting.

You told him so. He didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or not. You didn't think so, anyone who had worked under Her would definitely had suffered.

He is the only one who knows of the Cheshire Cat's seldom visits to Devildom, to check on you.

Barbatos makes amazing pastry. Alas, it couldn't beat the ones from where you're from!

Simeon

The angel had found you very amusing. A big contrast to the people he knows in the Celestial Realm.

He is very indulgent with you + Luke.

He loves your riddles and your way of speaking, it sounds fascinating.

You were the only person (except for Barbatos and Luke) to know that he wrote The Tale of the Seven Lords. (or something similar to that, you never found an interest in it)

Simeon pats your head a lot. Not in a patronising way, of course.

He doesn't really understands your jokes, but he laughs anyways.

Similar to Barbatos, only slightly different. He is the only one who can tell if you're in the room when invisible.

It is a pain. He has caught you trying to steal food a few times.

He scares easily, especially if you float with only your head. He would've thought you were beheaded!

He is very interested on your knowledge with potions. He also found that you like making them, so he lent you a Beginners Guide for Potions from the Celestial Realm.

He got a small few answers from questions he asked about Underland, though you never disclosed the name.

Luke

The child had found you amazing! He told you you were just like characters in his fairytale books.

He was the one that looked up to you a lot, you found it a but flattering. It was like how Alice would look up to the Mad Hatter.

You indulged him in his questions the most, for a child's imagination and curiosity is what you were told to keep alive. It was how Alice came back.

He loved to touch your cat ears, because he had never knew humans could have them!

Luke had always made pastries, and you would be the first one to taste it.

If you ever sleepover in the Purgatory Hall, you would always tell him tales of your adventures in Underland, as a bedtime story.

He was probably the easiest to deal with, since a child was always easier than older ones.

Your riddles confuse him a lot, but he tries his best to figure them out!

He thinks of it as homework, and if he manages to guess it right, you would always give him some sort of candy from Underland.

He liked you, since it was clear you preferred your own kind over dogs. Low chance that you would call him "Chihuahua"

Although chances are low, it was never zero...

Solomon

The wizard knew of the tales.

Sorcerer? No, you refused to call him that. You'd always call him wizard just to annoy him. His reactions were always entertaining.

He also knew of potions and spells from Underland, so it did help ease the homesickness, even if it was just for a brief moment.

He's never been there. But Alice in Wonderland was very popular, and very interesting.

Solomon found the way you talk so interesting. So, very out of this world.

He loved your riddles, and is the one who frequently guesses them correct.

If you ever wish to make potion, ingredient are ones he can provide. Not for free, certainly.

His dishes tasted worse than Tweedledum and Tweedledee's sweat!

(Do not ask about the comparison. Underland is very peculiar.)

He reminds you of the White Rabbit. Not because of mannerism, but because of looks. Even you haven't a clue why.

Questions are asked a lot, but you would always keep him in the dark. It annoys him to no end.

Tags: @royalelusts @potoostuff

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taco-bell-mitchy · 3 years ago

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Mean Rindou x f!reader

-Rindou Haitani was always so mean

Warnings: Cussing, Violence, Mean Rindou, sexual touching, Pet names, toxic dynamics, bullying

I always did hear about how mean Rindou Haitani was. Ever since they took over Roppangi, but I knew even before that he was mean. In middle school I peaked in halls watching him beat poor kids up, and his older brother standing right behind him smiling proud. I didn’t get to experience it first hand until the start of highschool.

I never understood why he did it. The first two years it wasn’t that much. The occasional means words and shoving. His stare in the back of my head. Making me go get him things but it was so small, at least it seems small compared to now.

Now he seems to be more physical and demanding. It seemed like no one wanted to be around me and when they were the next day they were gone in an instant. I never knew what I had done to make Rindou Haitani hate me.

Before the bullying I wasn’t always the best student and after it became worse. So usually after school I stayed later in the class or library studying and doing work. Hoping today was one of the days that the Haitani’s would leave early. Unfortunately for you, your luck has run out for the week.

You stayed quietly alone in the classroom. Every so often a person passing by. An hour in you felt more at ease because by now Rin would be here. I began to pack my things to relocate to the library. As I’m waking to the library I feel a tug on me. I don’t even have to turn around to know who it is.

“Where the hell have you been?!” He looked down at my with his glasses slightly down and light panting. He was in an obvious rush.

“I was here in the classroom. I needed a little help.” I tried to mumble the last sentence, knowing he’d tease me for it. But Rindou Haitani never missed anything I said. “Awww, stupid little girl can’t do her homework, yeah?” He bent down a bit trying to look me in the eyes. I looked up a bit to see his lop-sided smirk. I didn’t feel very hurt at this comment. He’s said way harsher for me to care about this one. I simply felt annoyed.

I tried to turn back around towards the library but it seemed like today he had other plans. Grabbing hmmmm harder and turning me around once more. “Nuh uh, I’ve heard heard some things about you this week let’s go.” I felt my stomach drop at that. Heard some things? What has he heard. Even before him I’ve always kept to myself. So what could he have possibly heard.

Dragging me outside towards the lunch area he pulls me in between the buildings. Pushing me against the hard wall. He put both arms on it caging me in. I shuffle my feet around a bit and play with my fingers.

“Now, I’m only gonna ask once. What did you do?” He titled his head eyes looking at me. I look down moving my feet. I don’t even know what I did. I hadn’t done anything!

“I really don’t know Haitani. Truly I’m not even lying!” I tell him with a whiny voice. Sounding like a child pleading for anyone to believe them. Except unlike a child, I wasn’t lying.

Yet he stared down at me with glaring eyes. He right hand came up to the back of my neck. He hand stayed there for second before shoving me toward. Our chest connected, I was pressed up on him.

“I thought we talked about lying. It’s not a very nice thing to do, yeah?” As his warm breath spoke into my ear it was only then that I felt tears prickle into my eyes. I remember when I used to fight back. Try to push and shove but to no avail. So now I felt just as fearful and helpless.

“Haitani-”

“ugh, you can’t even get my name right. I know you’re not that much of a dumb bitch to forget my name.” I gulped down my fears speaking in a calm voice. “I really don’t know!” I felt my voice cracked as I yelled that.

In fear I retrace my whole day. Every step I took every word I spoke. I tried my hardest to remember it all. I don’t know what he’d do. Would he make me get on my knees and beg for forgiveness? Would he pour water all over me and make me walk home with dripping wet clothes? Or would he pull my hair back and scream profanities into my face. Either way, I knew I’d hate it.

He sighed obnoxiously. Pulling my arms forward he stared in disgust, “What are these.” I looked down with confused eyes. “Bruises…?” He nodded, “Yes baby, and now where did you get these?” I suddenly knew what he was so mad about.

As I said, Rindou Haitani has been targeting me for a while. Weather it be tripping me in the halls or embarrassing me in front of my classmates he was always doing something. But I guess they didn’t realize that it wasn’t an invitation for them to bully me.

Some classmates have been bullying me for the past month now and it’s less aggravating than Rindou but still painful. Still, I don’t know why Rindou would care about it. It’s not like he’s any better.

“Some classmates have been messing with me, it’s not anything that bad I guess…” He started to caress the marks on my arm. Why did he seem so upset?

“Hmm, I see.” I watched him for a second as he just stared down at my arms, “I’ll fucking kill them,” he gripped harder onto my arms, “Pieces of shit think they can touch things that doesn’t belong to them. Imbeciles will wish they were never alive when I’m done with them.” He held onto my arm tighter as he said each word with venom.

“You’re hurting me Haitani, stop!” I try shaking him off as I say it but stop at his next actions

“Shut up.”

His lips were immediately on mine. I didn’t even notice it at first. My eyes widen in surprise as he stared at me with intent. He pressed down harder and closer onto my body as he moved more into the kiss.

“Shut up and say my name.”

He said between his rough kisses. I couldn’t even say anything with his lips pressing against mine. His tongue darting out to my teeth. The freshness of his breath is something I can already taste and the smell of freshly washed hair blew into my face as his hair drooped down. I felt a soft hand come onto my cheek. And a arm around my waist. A way Rindou had never held me before today.

“Please, say it.”

“….Rindou…”

He seemed pleased. Very pleased by this action. His tongue darting down my throat while his hand started to caress my cheek. He started to swipe at the stray tears running down my hot face.

“Only for me. You’re only allowed to look like this for me. Only allowed to be this vulnerable for me pretty girl.” I shook my head, “No, I’m not yours Rindou.” He chuckled with endearing eyes still wiping my eyes. “Yet like a dumb little bunny your still here. It’s not like I’d let someone like you ever leave me though.” Both hands went down to my waist massaging the skin.

“You’re so dumb you know? I’ve been acting like this for years, and you still don’t understand how I feel. No one can do what I do to you. You’re mine.” He bumped noses with me making me look at him. My eyes were still teary and my cheeks were red hot. I sniffled softly as I stared at him. He groaned

“God, don’t look at me like that.” He held my waist tighter, “I can’t stand your stupid fucking face pretty girl.” I felt a little more tears fall down my face at his words.

I never understood why he did this. Why couldn’t he be nice if he liked me. Why did he kiss me if he didn’t like me. How does he feel? The answers didn’t really matter. All I knew was, Rindou Haitani was just so mean.

#rindou x you #rindou x y/n #rindou x reader #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #oneshot #slight yandere #yandere Rindou #tokyo rev x reader

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brisbookmark · 3 years ago

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The Three Times Jason Wasn’t Saved- and The One Time he Was

Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: detailed descriptions of torture, angst, character death, blood, needles, knives/ cutting, batfam au where the gangs all here, Robin!Jason, reader can summon weapons, sad ending

One

His head hangs, he doesn't have the energy. His feet barely touch the ground, and yet he makes no move to stand himself up. They're tingly and fuzzy and cold, as are his hands that are tied above his head.

Jason Todd hangs in chains like a slaughtered pig, and his breathing is hoarse. His dull blue eyes land on the bloodied crowbar laying on the floor. It's his blood, and it makes him groan in pain. Hyper realization of his injuries hits him and he whimpers. It's low, pathetic, and his breathing picks up.

He doesn’t remember how to wear clothes that aren’t covered in dirt and grime and acid. The fabric of his robin suit sticks to his skin, blending with his wounds. Every small move of limb sends fires of pain throughout his body, and he tries his hardest not to make a sound.

The Asylum wing is freezing and he’s cold, skin almost blue. He shivers every once in a while- it’s different from when the Asylum is scorching hot and he feels like he’s in hell where he belongs. The hair he used to keep so elegantly messy, it's dirty and scorched and matted and greasy against his head.

And he’s scared.

He knows that if he looks up, he'll see pictures. Taped to the dusty and damp walls of Arkham Asylum. Red circles trace each of their faces, and whether or not it's paint or blood he doesn't want to know.

It’s blood, it’s always been blood.

He can't bear to see their faces right now. Barbara, happy and smiling next to Dick as they enjoy a Gotham carnival. They're happy without him, he always held them back. He was too dependent on Barbara as a sister figure and was just an annoying kid to Dick, they're better now.

Bruce. With a child on his shoulders. The son Jason could never be. A new Robin, one that could properly fulfill his duties. He was the failure, he was never going to be what Dick Grayson was. Maybe his replacement could, his replacement wouldn't let himself get captured.

Barbara and Selina and Alfred who had only ever taken care of him.

All with red targets around them. Everyone he'd ever cared for. Marked.

Everyone except Y/N, who's picture lay in pieces on the ground. Unlike the others, it wasn't taken by Joker's goons, and it wasn't recent.

It was her student ID from their first year at Gotham Academy. She was young, really young, eyes still bright and skin untainted by the scars of vigilante work. And she wasn't even looking at the camera but rather off to the side, caught by surprise when the photographer flashed his equipment. She hated pictures, and going to school was never a part of the deal. She’s mid laughing and so alive and happy in a world where Jason never hurt her.

He'd stolen it soon after it was taken, sticking it in his wallet so she'd be forced to ask him for his own. You couldn't access the Academy Library without one after all.

And the Joker had found it in his pocket and took it and ruined it and tore it and left her in pieces in the corner, her name never spoken from the maniac again.

Jason assumed that was good. Better to be left in silence than threatened and marked for death. Hell, he couldn’t remember how long it's been since he’s seen her, and he softly starts to whisper her name. She promised him a night out once he found his mother,

No, he couldn’t.

Maybe the Joker couldn’t find her, hadn’t figured out her identity. He could keep her safe.

"What's that my boy?"

"No.. no," Robin pleads, the voice of nails on a chalkboard sending fear into his every bone. "Not again, not again."

The Joker comes into view and a weak cry comes from Jason's lips. His body jerks and another cough wracks his body, warm blood spilling from his mouth. Broken ribs, internal bleeding, punctured lung, he has no idea what it could be. If only Alfred were here, or Dick. To let him rest as they fixed him up, took care of him.

His chin is grabbed harshly, the bruising making it worse. The Joker laughs, pushing his face upwards and close to his own. He can smell death and acid on this villain, and Jason whimpers again.

"How long do you think it's been, Jason?"

The robin doesn't answer. He can't keep track. He tried counting the amount of times Joker visited him, but then again, that was most likely more than once a day. And sometimes it was Harley, or a low level goon dressed like Batman and Nightwing and Batigrl and her.

Time is a blur to him, he's been in pain too long. Everything hurts, even if someone were to save him now, he feels practically gone already.

He wanted someone to save him.

"What about it Jason? You think Bats will come? Save his precious son?" The Joker prods, mouth wide.

Jason wants to say it. But the words dont leave his mouth.

"Go on, don't be scared Jason. Tell me, tell dear old Joker."

"HE'LL COME FOR ME!" he yells, and it uses all his strength to just move his jaw.

"Even when he's better off without you?" The Joker asks, and he bends down to lift the bloodied crowbar.

No. Please, anything but that.

"He's going to! He has to!" Jason screams, and then tears start streaming down his cheeks.

The metal finds its way onto his hip, sending his body swaying helplessly as he cries.

"Tell me, who's hurting you?" The Joker asks, grin never leaving his face as he hits Jason again.

"Please stop, I'll do anything," the boy pleads, desperately trying to think of anything else. If only the Joker would end him now, let him go free.

"Who's hurting you Jason?"

"YOU!" He shrieks, the crowbar smacking painfully across his chest and ripping at the skin. It's like his lungs have collapsed, he no longer has bones.

"Wrong!"

"The, the Joker-"

"WRONG AGAIN MY BOY."

Jason looks up at the pictures on the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. Blood pours into his mouth and he spits it out, shaking in his chains. "Batman.. batman is hurting me."

The next hit never comes. "Attaboy," The Joker mutters, and then he leaves.

Two

He returns the next morning. Jason assumes it's the next morning, as he's in a new purple suit. Harley gave him a dosage some odd amount of time ago, it must be a new day. His limbs are numb, his wrists are cracked and bleeding. He tries to keep his tongue in his mouth but his jaw is slack and disfigured, it’s increasingly difficult.

Jason hasn't slept in days. Dark circles accessorize his black eyes, it's a miracle he can see at all.

The green haired man sets a timer in the corner of the room, and the Robin's brain goes into endless loops of trauma. The crowbar, the explosion that almost killed him. His mind wandered to warm arms pulling him out, thinking Bruce had pulled him from the rubble. Except it wasn't his father at all.

Batman hadn't even tried.

"Jason." The Joker says sweetly, walking around the boy like a predator. The robin is helpless, he's lost all feeling in his limbs. "I thought I might tell you a story today."

The dark haired boy stays silent. He doesn't cry, he doesn't scream, he prays to a god he doesn't know for it all to stop. A bullet, a poison, the world ends in a fiery explosion, he didn't care.

"Jason."

"Just kill me already," he pleads, voice cracking and desperate.

Loud laughter echoes through the room. Jason's head hurts from the sheer volume, and it doesn't stop. It gets louder, and it carries around, and Jason lets out hushed breaths.

"I can't kill you boy, we're a great team you and I! Would you like to hear my story?"

Jason closes his eyes in anticipation for today's beating.

The Joker grabs his face again, and Jason is groggy. Fading in and out of consciousness. But as his eyes are forced open and the first thing he sees is a blade, Jason screams.

It's a dull knife, long and serrated and bloody and dirty. And in its reflection is the lunatic's face, grinning like mad. The light catches on the razor as the Joker's eyes go wide.

"Wanna know how I got these scars?" He sneers, and Jason cries. He struggles to get away, hanging helplessly from his suspension. Nothing works, and two goons from the shadows hold him still with no thought towards his bruised and broken body.

He's in agony, and he's begging. He's in insurmountable pain and he can't do anything about it. The razor is brought to Jason's lips, presses to the side of his mouth with dull pressure.

He’s muffled now, and he continues fighting.

"Just,, like, this!!" The Joker yells, dragging the blade upward through Jason's skin at a slow agonizing pace. He wants this to be slow and torturous, and Jason only cries and shakes. It hurts, god it hurts, he's being cut open, and the blood and tears mix and cause him more pain,

He almost wishes for the crowbar again and once the knife is finished on one side, he screams again. His blood bleeds from the blade and falls onto the floor, joining the rest from the past days. Months? It couldn’t have been years.

“Such a handsome young man,” the joker croons, erupting into even more laughter. “Tell me what brought the chicks in, your crippling daddy issues or your criminal record?”

Jason couldn’t answer if he tried. The Joker grabs his face, almost smelling his newfound wounds, and then pulls back, leaving him in a hanging sway.

“Let me go..” he pleads, mouth sore. His bright blue eyes are so devoid of color it hurts, and he closes them. Blood and dirt clumps on his pretty eyelashes.

“Now I don’t think I can do that dear Jason.”

Joker licks the blade clean, it catches on the man's tongue and cuts him, not that he cares. Jason's glad he's not forced to swallow the damn thing.

Well, be careful what you wish for.

Its sharp edge is brought down his jaw, down his neck, so close to his jugular veins, if only he could shift and catch himself on the blade, he could end it all.

He starts crying.

He doesn’t know when he stops.

The Asylum walls go black, and he's shrieking. Harley Quinn brings a bat to his body as the Joker moves his knife, and it finds solace along Jason's cold chest.

One cut. Two cuts. Jason screams more. His throat is raw, he doesn't even know where his terror is coming from anymore, it'd been beaten out of him.

"Bruce-, bruce stop-"

The Joker laughs. "AHA, the boys learning, don't you see? That's right, that's right."

The cuts are few, and after a while they're bearable. The hardest part to deal with is Harley"s high squeals as she beats him. She calls him cute, handsome, a songbird.

Songbird.

"You can't.."

"I can't what Jay darling? Hmm?? What can't I do?" The Queen of crime pouts, and Jason sees red.

"Don't say that," he spits, finding his voice. "That name isn't for you bitch."

The next time the knife touches his skin, it's coated in acid. And he's yelling for it to stop, he's pleading, thrashing around.

His kicks find Harley and he's flown forward and backward, still chained to the ceiling. Its desperate.

"JAY DARLIING," she sings. "Puddin what else gets our birdie going?? Mm? What makes him sing like a good pet. Oh this is exciting!"

"SHUT UP-"

"Jay," Harley flutters her eyelashes, bringing herself close to his face. "Baby? Love? Is it sweetheart?" Her mouth is wide, eyes deranged. "Perhaps it's Mister J! He stares into her gaze, and for a second the jester flinches.

If Jason wasn't suspended and restrained, he'd kill her. He knew it and she knew it and Joker most definitely knew.

"Well Jason, kill her then! Do it loverboy, why won't you end her?" He croons, and Harley feigns sadness.

"I-" he starts, unwilling to let himself hang in shame. How could he do this?

"Oh come on angel! Why don't you try?" She shrieks, and then Jason is shouting, further tearing into the cuts along his mouth as he brings his legs up, attempting to wrap them around Harley's neck.

He doesn't get very far. Someone holds him steady, and the stinging knife is brought back to his chest. An H. An A. Another H and an A.

Straight across his chest, and then it begins again. Jason's breathing is labored from his attempt to retaliate, and he slips back into his daze of unconsciousness. He can't do this much longer.

THE.

Jason can see it in the mirror on the opposite wall. He doesn't remember when that got put there. If he could reach something with his feet he could throw it. Break the glass, pick it up with his feet again perhaps, end this torture-

JOKES.

Jason feels like vomiting.

ON.

Jason vomits on the ground in front of him. Sweat sticks to his skin and he's pale, he feels a fever growing on him. The knife continues lower to his bruised skin. This couldn't get worse, could it.

YOU.

The words are engraved on his body, marred by the blood dripping from it. Jason's eyes roll to the back of his head. The trauma puts him to sleep, and the Harley Quinn whispers another "Jay Darling" into his ear before departing.

Three

Y/N’s picture is gone now, he can't even piece it together in his mind anymore. The scraps are scattered and disintegrated into dust.

This time he hears Harley before Joker, she's hanging off of the clown's arm, looking at him with the adoration of a psychopath. In her hands is a long poker, tip red hot, and she swings it without a care in the world. She giggles as her love comes closer to the half dead boy, untying his chains.

Jason lands on the floor, a crumpled heap of skin and broken bones. His head hits the ground, but it's the most beautiful thing he's touched in a long time.

He doesn't move, curling into a protective ball.

"Mister J our bird isn't moving," Harley whines, kicking him in the back. He groans, shielding himself as best he could. There's nothing on the ground that's usable, not even a sharp stick or rock, there's a used abandoned needle but it sends him into nausea.

The Joker's laughing brings him back to reality as he attempts to crawl away. The floor is appalling, disgusting, a mix of wax and blood and body fluids that he wished he could forget, but he's let go.

Jason slams his hands on the cement, using the force to wake him up and pull himself forward. His legs don't work, he's going delirious again, and then there's the sizzle of water behind him.

"Where are you going birdie?" Harley asks, and the Joker takes another step closer.

"No, no, NO-" Jason pleads. Please let him go, dead or alive he doesn't care. Just get him out of here, make it stop. It's the only word he knows at the moment, every syllable is tortuous to pronounce. He bangs his head on the cement. God he’s going insane.

Stop touching him. Stop hurting him.

He’s been beaten and tortured and degraded in the worst ways possible. He couldn’t remember what it was like to be human. And still, this was the worst pain yet.

He's pinned down as the hot poker nears his face, the symbol bright red on the end. Like a branded piece of meat. His flesh burns and sizzles as the Joker gives more pressure, and Jason's never screamed louder.

It's in the intense silence within which he screams with his whole body. It forces its way from deep in his throat, demonic and angry and scared.

He's hiding a truth from himself, and soon he's not screaming from the burning, but rather that he's stuck here. Forever.

Edged with the tantalisingly sweet release of death, the Joker will never give it to him.

The Joker will never let him die, he will never let him go. And now his cursed J is on Jason’s cheek, he’ll forever be the Joker’s pet.

When the brand stick is taken off his skin, Jason is sweating and pale and falls asleep.

"What a shame you couldn't handle it."

Y/N runs through the hallway with desperation. She'd tracked down Harley one night and by some god forsaken miracle, the deranged woman had blood on her skirts.

Another miracle hadY/N sneaking into Wayne Manor to ask Barbara to help her, analyzing the blood samples to track down the Joker.

They found something better.

For a second she believed Bruce's high end, most technologically advanced equipment was wrong. Babs assured her it wasn't. That was Jason's blood on Harley, less than two weeks old.

"Jason?"

The boy looks up, whimpering. He almost doesn't hear her.

"Oh Jay," she whispers from the hallway. She's just a shadow but Jason knows it's her. No one has ever said his name with such gentleness.

The woman lets out a sob. He's here, he's alive, he's gonna be okay.

Jason holds back sobs of his own as she runs to him. Her fingers are first to touch him, resting on his chest and trailing over his scars, his wounds and his blood. His torn clothes, the dirt and acid burns. Her hand stops over his heart, beating so slow she would have believed him to be dead.

But this is Jason. He's not dying anytime soon. Especially not if she can help it.

Tears stream down her face as she wraps her arms around him, holding him close.

He's gonna be okay.

Y/N is immediately supporting him as she conjures a knife to cut him down. His arms are free and he nearly goes unconscious.

She catches him before he can fall. It's not like the Joker when he needs to crawl away like a wounded puppy. He welcomes the other presence in the damp room, shaking. Jason lifts his head, and he doesn't even have to move until she's at his side. It's so different.. he forgot what this feels like.

Jason forgot what it felt like to have emotions besides fear.

He curls into her lap, slowly using her body to sit up.

"Jay look at me, please," she murmurs, holding his face and brushing the hair out of those colorless eyes. "Oh my god I knew it.. I knew you were alive.. Jay I'm so sorry-" she stops herself, kissing the top of his blood matted head.

That doesn't matter now.

"I'm gonna get you out of here, you're okay sweetheart. Stay awake okay? Okay. Stay awake for me please."

Jason nods, hanging onto her. If he lets go, she'll leave. He'll lose her and he'll be stuck here again. She'll fade away.

It hurts to move, every bone and every limb is on fire. Then she's grabbing him and they're standing up, she's practically half carrying him.

Mumbles of his name fill the empty asylum wing. Js and Jason's and Jay's pass her lips as if just repeating it is gonna make him alright.

One step, and Jason crumbles. He can't walk, it's a miracle he can feel his legs at all. "I'm not going anywhere," he mutters.

She doesn't say anything. She knows.

Footsteps in the background. Walking, jogging, running.

Maniacal laughs and snarls and spit.

Y/N bends her knees and slings him over her shoulder in a fireman's carry, and then she starts running. Down one hallway and then the next, the Arkham Asylum is a maze.

"Jay, side of my mask, the-"

"Comms," he finishes, holding the button to turn it on.

"Bat? Batgirl, do you read me?" The girl whispers, ducking into an alcove.

"I'm here. Did you..?"

"I've got him. Babs, he's alive, Jason's alive, he's breathing-" It feels so good to say, to not just breathe an empty statement.

Crying comes from the other side of the comms. Barbara composes herself enough to speak, but even then, emotion hangs in her voice. "Let's bring him home then, where are you right now? Dicks outside the Asylum with Bruce, don't worry about the thugs or the cameras, we have it covered."

"I'LL FIND YOU BIRDIE!"

"The Joker's here," Y/N tells Barbara and the air hangs with a pregnant pause.

"Okay, Tim's gonna have you turn right, we got his signal."

The woman turns, ducking into the darkness.

"Y/N,." Jason wheezes, hanging onto her shoulders with the strength he could muster.

"Jason if this is one of, one of your 'if we don't make it out' speeches-"

"Nevermind," he replies, wishing he had the energy and the ability to smile. She does, she smiles for the both of them- even if he can't see it from this angle.

"God I'm going to make him pay for this. Writhing and screaming and begging for me to end him," she threatens, listening for the next of Barbara’s directions.

She's told to go right and through a door.

There's two sets of footsteps now.

Y/N continues, trying to fill the silence. The Joker won’t track her voice, the alarms are too loud. "That doesn't matter now, I guess. You're alive and I- we thought you were dead and it took so long for me to accept that, and I still don't know how I found you but I did and Jay I'm so proud of you-"

"Hey this doesn't mean you can give me a speech of your own," Jason interrupts, and she cracks another smile. She’s rambling like she always does when she overthinks, and he closes his eyes to imagine that they’re once again on a Gotham skyscraper with a bottle of champagne. Spilling secrets and laughing like they weren’t masked vigilantes with secret identities.

"I love you Jason, and you're not leaving me again."

"HAHA I LOVE THIS GAME-" The Joker yells. His psychotic grin fills Jason’s vision as the maniac throws open a hatch, jumping down into the room. Jason is dropped to the ground and Y/N has her sword in hand, stepping in between the two men.

His vision is blurry, he can’t see anything, and the ground is warm.

He can’t succumb. Jason stands up again, grabbing a pistol from Y/N’s leg and he shoots. The feel of a gun trigger isn’t unfamiliar.

Yelling fills the room, as does the clash of metal and fists, Jason smiles as the Joker cries out in pain. Another door opens, there’s girlish laughter now, and so many footsteps. He keeps shooting, dropping enemies like a second nature because he was Jason Peter fucking Todd.

Jason’s ribs get stomped on again and he loses his gun, and metal echoes on the ground as something is dropped. Three gunshots ring through the room.

No.

The Joker and the Harlequin keep laughing in glee, and Jason blacks out from crying again.

Cold hands grab his face. The man who laughs is, well, laughing and pulling Jason’s face close to his own. The smell of death fills his senses and Jason opens his eyes.

"How long do you think it's been, Jason?"

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x oc #jason todd imagines #red hood x reader #red hood #dc #batfam #batfam x reader #jason todd hcs #redhood hcs #arkham knight #titans #titans jason

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spockandawe · 3 years ago

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mmm, thinking about the guanyin temple scene, and the things jin guangyao finally says once people corner him.

Wei Wuxian laughed from anger, staring at Su She. “Have I ever done anything to you? I didn’t see you as an enemy— I didn’t even know you!”

Jin Guangyao said, “Wei-gongzi, shouldn’t you be the one who knows this best? Would you be safe just because you didn’t see him as an enemy? How could that be? In this world, everyone begins without enemies. Yet someone eventually moves to strike that first blow.”

and we only see a sliver of his childhood, but like, in just that TINY moment, first

The woman said, “Oh, why would I lie to you about something like this? Her son is running errands for us right now. There, that’s him.” The woman twisted her waist, waving at a boy holding a tray. “Xiao-Meng! Come here!”

The boy did as he was told and walked over. “Anxin-jie, what is it?”

All at once, Wei Wuxian understood everything.

The clients studied Meng Yao with judgmental eyes. Meng Yao asked again, “Am I needed for something?”

Anxin grinned. “Xiao-Meng, are you still learning all those things lately?”

Meng Yao paused. “Which things?”

Anxin said, “The things your mother wants you to learn, like calligraphy, etiquette, swordsmanship, meditation… How are those things going?”

Before she even finished, the clients began to chuckle as if they thought something was funny. Anxin turned around. “Don’t laugh, I’m telling the truth. His mom’s raising him like a young master of a wealthy family. She taught him to read and write, bought him all sorts of swordsmanship pamphlets, and even wants to send him to school.”

A client exclaimed, “Send him to school? Did I hear wrong?”

“No! Xiao-Meng, tell these gongzis. You’ve gone to the library before, haven’t you?”

The client asked, “Is he still going?”

Anxin said, “Nah, he came back just a few days later. He refused to go back, no matter what. Xiao-Meng, did you not like studying, or did you not like the place?”

Meng Yao didn’t say anything. Anxin giggled, poking a red-painted finger at his forehead, “Little one, are you angry?”

She pressed quite hard. A light, red mark appeared in the center of Meng Yao’s forehead, almost like a shadow of a vermillion mark. He touched his forehead. “No…”

an adult woman makes a point of calling him over just so she and her clients can laugh at his expense. and then moments later

Suddenly, someone screamed. The sound of cups and saucers shattering came from the second floor as a guqin crashed down, smashing to pieces as it hit landed in the hall. It scared the wits out of the people enjoying themselves at the nearby tables. Anxin stood, almost tripping, yelling, “What happened?!”

Meng Yao cried, “A-Niang!”

Anxin looked up. A burly man dragged a woman out of a room by her hair. Anxin tugged the sleeve of the client next to her. It was unclear whether she was nervous or excited. “She’s at it again!”

Meng Yao rushed upstairs. The woman covered her head, trying her hardest to pull her clothes up her shoulders. As she saw Meng Yao run over, she hurriedly cried, “I told you not to come upstairs! Go down! Go down this instant!”

As Meng Yao tried to peel away the client’s hands from his mother, he was kicked in the stomach and rolled down the stairs, causing a wave of exclamations.

This was the third time Wei Wuxian had seen him kicked down a flight of stairs.

The woman screamed as the client grabbed her by the hair again, dragging her all the way downstairs, where he stripped her and threw her onto the street. He spat on her naked body, cursing, “Hags do nothing but haggle— This old whore thinks she’s fresh meat!”

he watches his mother get physically attacked and thrown naked into the streets, just because she tried to get decent payment for her work. and he’s kicked down the stairs for trying to help her

After the kick, Meng Yao hadn’t been able to get up, and was still lying on the ground. The lady grabbed one person with each hand and dragged away both the mother and son.

that’s so much unnecessary cruelty! in such a small time! and it’s not like everything is magically fixed once he enters the cultivation world, he still has to deal with all the pointing and laughing, getting kicked down the stairs of jinlintai when he just tried to present himself to his father, the gossip without regard for whether he can hear it, people wiping their hands after they accept a cup from him, madam jin beating him, hearing his father drunkenly talk about how his mother was such a huge pain in the ass, and he didn’t want to support her because it would have been annoying. there was so much suffering that he never ““asked”” for in any sense.

and given the ways that wei wuxian and jin guangyao are parallels for each other, especially in terms of the hardships they endure, i definitely think it’s both interesting and important that the story repeatedly emphasizes 1) wei wuxian’s terrible memory, and 2) jin guangyao’s perfect memory.

Wei Wuxian knew that ‘for once’ referred to how his memory had been good, for once. He couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t always be so angry about it. It was my fault before, alright? Besides, my terrible memory is thanks to my mother.”

Wei Wuxian propped his arm on Lil’ Apple’s head, spinning Chenqing in his hand. “She said you have to remember the things others do for you, not the things you do for others. Only when people don’t hold so much in their hearts will they finally feel free.”

This was one of the only things he remembered about his parents.

Jin Guangyao could remember the name, title, age, and appearance of any person after just one encounter. Even years later, he’d be able to greet them without any fault, and carry out a solicitous conversations as well. If he’d seen someone more than twice, he would remember all of their likes and dislikes, and would therefore be able to cater to their needs.

there’s a lot at play in the different ways that the two of them react to the suffering they lived through, but that line about ‘someone always moves to strike that first blow’ really stuck with me. preemptive hostility doesn’t feel like wei wuxian’s style in general (post-burial-mounds ptsd excluded), but the difference in how they react to being singled out and mistreated is really striking. madam yu hits wei wuxian for being shirtless in the summer heat, even though everyone else was too, and when there’s a quiet moment he’s kind of :(( over ‘why is it always ME’, but he gets distracted in like two seconds, and pushes it all away. jin guangyao can compartmentalize like a motherfucker, and even as a child, he’s good at keeping a smile on his face no matter what, but he isn’t able to forget.

i don’t have a clean-cut conclusion to come to, only that i’m a picky binch when it comes to how people characterize jin guangyao’s actions. this is a story where i personally struggle a lot with how badly these characters hurt each other, and how sympathetic i am to all of their motivations. i find the story agonizing, in a lot of very good ways, and i’m constantly overflowing with thoughts about how jin guangyao specifically parallels the people around him, and how his actions compare and contrast to the decisions those other people make. rereading the flashback sequences was one of the most painful parts of this whole reread process, and then the guanyin temple scene in general hurt way much more than i was expecting. for the most part, i have too many feelings screaming for attention right now to do justice to any of them, but this particular character note jumped out at me, and i felt compelled to share.

#mdzs #jin guangyao #wei wuxian #long post/

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citydreamgrls · 4 years ago

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a christmas treat

george weasley x fem!reader

words: 5,243

a/n: a very seasonal one for you,, hope you enjoy !! :)

warnings: swearing , smut , 18+

It had been a drunken mistake. A situation she should never have been in at all. But one final party before the summer break had caused that fateful moment she wished had never occurred. Y/n had been in the library all evening, in a lazy attempt to avoid the Gryffindor party altogether, but decided she would need to return to her dorm at some point.

She’d hoped that maybe they would have calmed a bit now that it was later in the night, but to her dismay the excited shouts sounded the second she reached the common room’s door. With one breath she slipped inside, wanting to pass by the group huddled by the fire unnoticed.

“Hey y/n?” A voice called out.. Her friend Angelina leant over the back of the sofa with a beer in hand and a smile on her face. “You joining us this time?”

“I’m pretty tired, but thanks.”

“Oh come on, you said that last time. It’s the end of term, just have one drink with us?” She pouted, but the girl held her ground and shook her head.

“I have to be up early tomorrow.”

“So do the rest of us!” Lee groaned, “Just stay for an hour then you can escape us again.” He joked. She took the bait, leaving her books on the table and slipping next to Angelina.

She noticed the twins, unfazed by their presence at any sort of party. But she’d never really paid much attention to them, at most times she could barely tell them apart. But with a few drinks in her system, and the need to sleep fading with each one, she noticed one of them in particular. George.

She studied his face subtly as it glowed beside the fire’s light. His was skinnier than Fred’s, with a slightly different jaw shape. His voice was deeper than his brother’s, and she noticed it more as he laughed with disregard for how loud it was and was always the one to start a joke. Then the mole, on the right side of his neck. That was the last thing she noticed before he caught her staring.

But he just did what he always would when someone looked too long, and winked carelessly. Then it was an internal battle not to blush like a child as she quickly looked anywhere but him.

He’d introduced himself not much later while she was pouring herself one last drink before heading up to bed. She’d almost choked at the sound of his voice, surprised that he was taking time to speak to her when he had a whole room of people at his command.

She was drunk, so was he. And she liked the way he smirked and leant down to her from his towering stance. Y/n let him take her ‘somewhere more private’ and fuck her.

That was it. But she reminded herself that he was drunk, so was she.

Nothing more.

So the next day she woke up earlier than the other’s and made her way down to the train alone, in case everyone knew what she’d let that tall redhead do to her the night before. But when they eventually joined her in the carriage, the only questions were about her rushing off so early.

Maybe he was embarrassed, she wondered as the castle went out of view and the lake came in. All that ran through her mind was him, everything she had done was fresh in her memories. So much so that she could barely remember herself being there, if it wasn’t for the hidden bruise he’d left on her shoulder she may have believed it was a dream.

He had felt like a dream.

But he was just drunk, maybe so much so that he had forgotten it all.

It seemed so when they returned after the summer, and he acted as though he’d never even met her that night. So her and the twins remained strangers.

At least until the Christmas break came around.

“I can’t believe they’re making you stay here,” Angelina huffed, often being the first to critique y/n’s muggle parents and their choices.

“It’s just a precaution, I’m fine with them. But when the rest of the family come round, all I want to do is hex them to oblivion.” She laughed.

“It’s wrong though, they’re scared of a witch who isn’t even permitted to do magic outside of the school!”

“It’s only a few weeks, plus I can start studying.”

“Oh good, get all the studying out of the way so we can actually have fun when I get back.” She grinned, snapping her case closed and looking round the room.

“Go, or you’ll miss the carriages.” The girl laughed and pushed her out the door.

“Please don’t spend the whole break alone? And write to me!” She called before rushing out of the common room.

Later that evening she finally did what Angelina had asked of her, both requests. But not quite by choice. She was sitting in the great hall having dinner, the handful of students that remained making it a very peaceful meal. Her hand alternated between eating, flicking the page of her book and writing to Angelina to tell her how boring it was going to be.

She wouldn’t have noticed the two boys in front of her if one of them hadn’t coughed to get her attention. Her eyes looked up, wide and caught off guard as they smiled back with the same face.

“Hello y/n” They said in unison, making it harder yet again to tell them apart.

“You've been left here too?” One of them spoke.

“I don’t mind it,” she said quietly, turning her head back to the book.

Her heart was racing, of course George would tell his brother about the party, she was dumb to think otherwise. But neither of them were letting on about it. Still, they knew her name. He must remember.

“I’m Fred,”

“And I’m George, the better looking one.” He winked, and she froze.

“You okay?” Fred asked, frowning at how she had stopped at the sight of George.

The girl just nodded, resuming her letter to Angelina.

Now it was confusing, she couldn’t tell whether they were pretending to be strangers. Or they actually believed they were. The twins stayed in front of y/n as she carried on her multiple tasks, they didn’t dare interrupt her until she finished her letter and sealed it in the envelope.

“You know we’re the only ones from our year staying here?” Fred told her.

“Oh right, how come you two are here?” She asked them.

“We were hungry,” George said, waving his fork in front of her.

“She means hogwarts you dimwit!” Fred slapped his brother on the head, making y/n giggle sweetly. She had always thought they were annoying, with their pranks and lack of care for anything. But seeing them tease one another, she realised they were in fact quite funny to be around.

“Mother said she’d had enough of cooking for us all, so we’re stuck here this christmas.” Fred explained, not seeming too bothered by his family’s neglect.

“Ron’s here too, and Ginny but I haven’t actually seen her yet.” George frowned, looking round to see if he could spot his little sister.

“Maybe she’s been eaten by that troll hagrid’s hiding in the woods,” Fred said calmly.

“That would be our luck, all mum told us to do was look after Ginny this year.” George groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Back up, a troll?” The girl asked, but both twins just nodded, as if this was known information. “Never mind.”

From then on they sat with her at every meal, always telling her about tricks they would play on the few remaining teachers at the castle. It was four days into the holidays when Fred and George asked her to hang out, a difference to the studying she’d been doing previously.

“We’re heading down to Hogsmeade later, you wanna come with us?”

“You know, seeing as there isn’t really anyone else for you to spend time with,” George had added. The girl still hadn’t figured out whether he remembered the summer party seeing as the only time she saw them was when they were together, but regardless she decided to take Angelina's advice and make some friends.

“Yeah sure,” She closed her book and finished her toast before standing up, “I’ll meet you guys in the common room then?”

It was snowing heavily and y/n was glad she’d put on an extra layer to walk to Hogsmeade, especially when the twins forced her to defend herself from an impromptu snowball fight. Even when she’d hit them both in the face they didn’t give up.

Being away from the castle felt much more fun, even more so with Fred and George taking turns to tease her. Which, surprisingly, she didn’t mind too much. It was never malicious with them, and if they gave it out it was only the rules that they took it too.

They spent the whole afternoon scouring the shops and drinking butterbeer until y/n’s legs felt like jelly and Fred had to give her a piggyback ride up the hill again. Not that he was very trustworthy after him and George raced to see who could drink a pint quicker, five rounds of it.

“Don’t fall asleep y/n,” George had warned as the girl’s head bounced lightly against his brother’s back. “Or Fred will dump you in the shrieking shack!” The girl pretended to be scared, but tried to reach out to push the boy away. Instead she fell off the side of her ride and brought him down with her.

All three of them burst into fits of laughter and spent the next 40 minutes drunkenly trying to complete the 15 minute walk back up to hogwarts. When they finally made it back to the common room, after dodging teachers in the hallway, they fell onto the sofa in front of the fire.

“Fuck, marry, kill…” George started, making y/n and Fred groan in fear of his next few words. “Snape, Lupin, Dumbledore.”

“I think this one might be for you y/n,” Fred laughed.

“Okay,” The girl thought for a second, “right, I would fuck Snape, Marry Lupin… I can’t kill dumbledore though. I’d be evil!”

“You’d FUCK SNAPE?” They cried out in unison, disgusted by her final decision.

“Yeah, I think he’d be a good fuck.” They nearly screamed at what she said. “What…” she laughed, “all that rage has to go somewhere,”

“Stop stop!” George begged, unable to listen any longer. But the girl liked how it bothered him.

“Anyway, I like a deep voice.” She, not really, joked.

Fred started up the hysterics, suddenly unable to stop picturing how Snape would look naked. Something he was not proud of.

“Oh don’t I know it,” George had said.

She hadn’t registered what he’d said, too busy laughing with them both still tipsy from their day in the village. But later on when she sobered up, y/n thought whether George was trying to hint that he did in fact remember everything.

Ron and Harry came down from their dorm room while the older three were still in fits.

“God what happened to you lot,” The twins’ younger brother had called out over the noise, “We can hear you from upstairs.”

“You’ll never guess what y/n said about Snape!” Fred had wheezed out, but was quickly muffled by the other two who decided that both Harry and Ron were too young to know about their game.

“What? I wanna know,” Ron had whined.

“Don’t be so nosy Ron.” George had teased.

“Fred was gonna tell me.” He pointed out, but George kept a tight cover on his twin’s mouth.

“He most definitely will not.”

The two of them left with slumped heads, admitting defeat, and Fred was freed from his temporary prison. He slapped both of his friend’s heads.

“What was that for?” y/n complained.

“I couldn’t breath you idiots.”

They couldn’t help but start laughing again, something which would recur throughout the day until they eventually sobered up before dinner.

Y/n came to terms with the twins and their drinking habits, as it was really the only thing to do to pass the time with so little people around. But when Fred and George were around they always had fun.

The girl watched them whizz about the empty quidditch pitch on their brooms, tossing a ball between themselves. She slipped the flask from her coat and took a sly sip of firewhiskey to keep herself warm. Normally she wouldn’t drink at all, not having done so since the dreaded party where she and George had- you know. But she decided she wanted to do whatever she felt like, it was a rarity.

George flew over, hovering in front of her as she hid the whiskey back in pocket.

“Sure you don’t want a ride?” He raised his eyebrows, he’d been trying to convince her to get on since she’d taken a seat on the stands.

“Not a chance, Weasley, neither you nor Fred are sober enough. I’m precious cargo.” She smiled. The boy’s hair was blown away from his face, held back by the amount of times he’d run his hand through it. She watched his brown eyes sparkle in the winter sun, and was reminded of why he had ever caught her attention in the first place.

“You wanna talk about sobriety eh? Empty your pockets then y/n.” Her stomach filled with butterflies at the sound of his voice speaking her name, but she did as he asked.

“I’ll let you have some if you stop trying to get me on that deathtrap.” The girl sighed and he nodded, taking the flask when she offered it out.

“Nice doing business with you,” He winked and flew off.

The next week went by quickly, and y/n had pretty much forgotten about her worries with George. And now, sooner than any of them had realised, it was Christmas eve. Both twins had burst into the girl’s dorm to drag her out of bed, throwing her around the room until she threatened to vomit on both of them.

“Hurry and get dressed or we’ll miss breakfast.” They called, leaving her dizzy in the middle of the room.

Fred discussed their plans for the day while y/n drank endless cups of coffee, not having the stomach for any food. Not to mention, George had been staring at her for the past 10 minutes, making her too nervous to move much. She much preferred it when she had something stronger to drink.

“I heard from Harry that Ron fancies Hermione,” Fred spoke up, no longer interested in our day's activities. That was very him, he would make a decision then immediately change his mind.

“Well that’s obvious,” George scoffed, having yet another bowl of cereal. She wondered how he could burn off all that he ate. “He’s looks at her with stupid puppy eyes,”

“You have stupid puppy eyes,” The girl joked, earning a look from the twin.

“Oh really?” He laughed. “You practically pout whenever you want something from us?”

“At least it works for me,” I winked, making George choke a bit.

Fred laughed, rarely seeing his brother flustered. They’d discussed crushes before in the past, but y/n had never come up before. He watched the two of them tease one another over the table and thought that they suited each other in reality. Plus, he had never seen George pay as much attention to a girl as he had y/n, even ones that he’d admitted to liking.

That evening had proved Fred’s theory right as they once again sat in front of the fire, the three of them sharing a bottle of y/n’s muggle alcohol. It burnt like hell and tasted like shit, but they had never gotten drunk quicker so decided it was the logical choice.

George had made sure that y/n was warm enough, without expressing too much concern for her that she would notice. Fred had to hide his smug smile as he watched his brother start to flirt shamelessly with their newest friend.

“What do you mean Hogwarts is scary,” He had laughed, “We’re the only things to be feared.” Fred had added.

“And now you’re one of us!”

“As much as that is a very sweet sentiment,” The girl stroked their heads jokingly, like dogs. “But it’s when it’s quiet, like now. My dorm’s just me, and I had the silence. It feels like someone’s always watching.”

“Aww little y/n’s scared.” George had teased, reaching down to tickle the smaller girl. She kicked and wriggled but he was bigger and stronger and could hold her down.

Those hands, holding her arms in place. It almost threw her straight back into the memory of them in secret passageway, him gripping her as he kissed her neck. If it hadn’t been for the tickling, the boys probably would have noticed her shiver at the reminder. But it was lost in their laughter.

It wasn’t long before Fred decided he would give his, slightly older, brother a chance to talk to y/n alone. So he overemphasised his drunken state and wobbled up to bed, leaving the pair by the fire.

They sat in silence for a while, George letting the girl curl into his side as they passed the bottle between them. She watched his hands play with the sofa’s arm nervously and giggled slightly.

“What?” He asked, feeling the need to whisper amongst the silence.

“Nothing,” She dismissed.

“I’ve had fun this holiday,” y/n admitted.

“We have too,” George told her, smiling down sweetly. His top lip curled up ever so slightly, making her blush again like she had done the first time he’d noticed her. “It’s been better than being at home really.” He laughed.

“My family are pretty boring,”

“Oh I can tell,” y/n glared up at him. “I’m kidding darling don’t worry.” Her stomach did multiple flips, not only at the nickname, but at the way he took the arm that was around her shoulder and stroked her cheek. In fact, he didn’t stop. It just became normal after a few seconds, as if he’d always shown her this kind of affection.

“Why didn’t you go home this year?” He asked y/n.

“My parents are muggles, as you know,” she raised the bottle with a gentle laugh “they don’t quite get magic.”

“Oh right,” he was truly invested in her as she spoke, taking in every word with genuine interest.

“They were worried I would let slip to the rest of the family when they came to stay, and well, they haven’t really told anyone else about me.” y/n felt ashamed to be telling George about her family in such a negative way.

“That’s a shame,”

“I don’t mind, they’re just careful people.”

“Still, they should be proud. Not everyone can be a witch,” He laughed.

“I’ve had more fun here anyways, so I won’t complain.” She leant her head on him for a few minutes, watching the flame from the fire disappear over time.

“Can I ask you something?” George suddenly said, making her stiffen up. She just nodded.

“Do you remember, before the summer break, there was a party here?” It was the moment she had been dreading ever since the night itself.

“Uh, yes I do actually.” she gave in, seeing no point in lying to him.

“And you can remember us going off to-”

“Yes George,” she cut him off, embarrassed that she had never mentioned it to him.

“I never told anyone about it,” He told her, making the girl relax ever so slightly. “I didn’t want to just in case you were embarrassed.”

“Thanks, I wasn’t embarrassed as such. Just more scared, that you’d think it was a mistake.” Admittedly she had felt the same, but only because she presumed he would’ve never gone for her had he been sober.

“Why would you think that?” He asked.

“Come on George, we’re different.” The boy had always appreciated how she said his name, and even now it made him giddy with happiness. “You’re friends with every Gryffindor, and they all adore you. I would much rather have my head in a book all day every day.”

“Unless me and Fred are involved.” He wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah well that’s different,”

“Different how?”

“You two are fun,” she admitted.

“And everyone else isn’t?” He smirked.

“You know what I mean, it’s just different.”

“Because of me and Fred? Or… just me?”

She watched his face as he studied hers, taking a deep breath as she rolled her eyes.

“You’re only saying all this because you’re drunk,” y/n scoffed, getting up to leave but he took her hand and kept her sat down.

“Maybe, but that doesn't mean I haven’t been thinking about it.”

His eyes were deep and made the girl’s heart tense as he spoke genuinely. “I thought you hated me after that party, so I just never bothered you. Until Fred decided to befriend you, and then I got to know you and realised why I introduced myself that night.”

“Because you wanted to fuck me?” She watched his face get closer but remained unfazed, refusing to move away from him.

“Of course, but also because you’re beautiful and quiet. Not to mention I’d had a thing for you ever since first year, but you were always in the library and I never got that chance to know you well enough.” He explained softly, their faces now dangerously close.

George glanced down at her lips and y/n couldn’t help but blush.

“I should go to bed,” She whispered, not moving closer or further away.

“Yes you should.” He pulled back with a smirk, seeing her finally let out a much needed breath of air. “Don’t get too creeped out tonight,” He teased as she stood up and walked round the back of the sofa leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

“Come keep me company then you fool,”

With that y/n left, her footsteps going up to her dorm and into the room. George waited exactly a minute after the door shut, counting the seconds one by one. It felt like a lifetime until he reached 60, but then he stood up and smiled to himself. He made his way up the tower, one step at a time to try and make her wait a tiny bit longer. Ignoring the fact that he had been wanting to have his way with y/n ever since that night all those months ago. Having her around had been a joy, but it made his desire grow every time she smiled at him with those lips he couldn’t forget the feeling of.

The lips he noticed first when he opened up the door, not bothering to knock. She was sitting on her bed, just a nightdress on, waiting for him.

“God you’re gorgeous.” He had groaned, promptly closing the door behind him and taking off his shirt.

Y/n struggled not to drag him down as he stood over her body, his abs completely mesmerising her. She knew quidditch was good for something.

“You gonna stand there all night?” She teased.

“No, I’m gonna fuck you like I’ve been wanting to all month.” This time she couldn’t help but gasp at how his words made her feel, her thighs clenching together as a reflex.

George pushed them apart as he climbed on top of her, pressing a leg between her own two. Making the girl moan out at his mercy.

“You’re desperate aren’t you?” She nodded, giving him those perfect eyes he’d been teasing her about only that morning. He dragged his fingers over her face, lifting her chin up so he could run them down her neck. This simple action antagonised the girl, who struggled not to beg for him with each finger slowly gripping her tighter.

Soon he was squeezing, making her moan out effortlessly.

“Hmmm, I love those noises baby.” She could barely hold herself back from pushing herself against his thigh, that remained propped between her legs. It felt like heaven to be touched by him again, and she kept her head held back in ecstasy.

“Please George,” she whispered to him, although there was no real need for them to stay quiet. He slowly moved his mouth to her ear, kissing below it and making her jolt with pleasure.

“What is it darling?”

“Please touch me,”

He took the hand from her neck and pushed her down flat onto the mattress.

“Strip” he demanded, watching her closely discard her nightdress and throw it to the ground. George let her eye him up as he took off his trousers, finally revealing the extent of his bulge as it pressed tight against his boxers.

Y/n could feel it against her pussy as he moved back on top of her, her neck being sucked hard by the boy. He loved the way she reacted to every touch, every finger that ghosted her body, and every kiss placed upon her. It all garnered a gentle moan. George wanted to hear it more and more, he felt entranced by her noises and internally begged for it to never stop.

He pushed himself against her pussy, rubbing slowly with no rhythm to catch her off guard, which god it did. Y/n was all his in that moment, letting herself be whatever George needed as he teased her to the edge. Her breath held as the boy took two fingers and ran them from her neck, freeing her from that euphoric feeling just to replace it with yet another as he slipped them between her folds. Y/n threw her head back, unable to control herself as he played around with her, slipping one finger in and out.

His other hand propped his body up, his biceps big and tensed near her head. She reached up and gripped his arm, moaning out as he pushed in yet another finger inside her, knuckle deep.

“You’re perfect darling,” He told her, “I would have given anything to hear these noises weeks ago.” His voice was deeper than usual, almost a growl as he removed himself from her completely. She whined slightly, making him smirk with how powerless she was.

George reached down to pull out his cock, causing the girl to yet again almost choke. She was amazed at how thick it was. She could feel it perfectly in her memory, but it had been a while and she’d never really gotten a chance to see it in all its glory.

But now there it was, thick and big and waiting to be thrusted inside her. She locked eyes with the boy towering over her body as he teased her with his tip.

“Please George,” She begged, “Please.” Her grip was back on his arm, tightening as he pushed inside. He was drunk on power as she begged for him, begged for him to fuck her even better than he had done months ago.

“Relax baby,” He whispered, pushing it all the way in. The sound that y/n made was nothing short of a scream, finally feeling him all the way in. Her pussy was dripping wet, and gripping onto George’s cock like it was going to be taken away.

The boy pounded into her like he’d been wanting to, ruthlessly and all the while he kept a hand tight around her neck. He thought about how good she made him feel, how small she was compared to him. He loved being able to throw her around and use her as he pleased. But most of all, he loved that she enjoyed it too.

“G-george, George I’m gonna-” Her pussy tightened, making George falter slightly but he didn’t dare stop when she was this tight. Instead he thrusted faster, an animalistic pace, making her scream so much louder than he’d ever heard. Then he felt himself get closer, just from the way her body reacted and he chased that high within her.

“Cum inside me, please.” She begged breathlessly, struggling to keep her eyes open. But when George finally let loose in her pussy, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes in the pleasure of it.

The boy fell to her side, his head resting on the pillow beside her as he caught his breath back slowly. She watched him brush his hair from his face and sigh happily.

“What are you looking at?” George asked, wrapping an arm around her naked body and rubbing his hand against her side.

“I just think you look very cute,” She giggled, high from the feeling of him.

“I fucked you like that, and you call me cute?” He huffed, half joking.

“I can do what I like now, you like me.” She teased him.

“Come on, I’m gonna get enough teasing from Fred when we tell him. I don’t need it from you too.” He groaned.

The next morning, Christmas day, the pair were rudely awoken from their pleasant sleep by Fred bursting into the room.

“I knew it! I could’ve bet good money on you two!” He shouted, shaking his brother as if he hadn’t already heard him come in.

Y/n groaned and rolled under the covers.

“Come on lazy get up,” Fred pulled George out of bed and onto the floor, groaning at his naked brother.

“Good thing you got George before me,” Y/n called out from beneath the covers.

“Get dressed you idiots, there’s presents downstairs let's go!” Fred ran off again, leaving his brother to pull on some clothes. He leant down to pull the covers from y/n’s face.

She felt him place a kiss on her cheek and she giggled at the cold air.

“You getting up?” He asked, passing her a jumper to pull on. She nodded silently, rubbing her head. “Hungover?”

“A little,” She blushed at his messy hair.

“I’ll carry you then,”

The girl put on some pajama shorts and held her arms out for George to lift her off the ground. He groaned happily and took her down to the common room to find Harry and Ron already opening gifts sent from Mrs Weasley. Ginny came racing down not long after, begging Fred to give over her presents.

“These ones are for you y/n,” Harry said when she was plonked on the sofa, warmed by the fire’s heat.

“Thanks Harry,” She looked down at the tag on the packages.

Hope you’ve had a good holiday darling, see you in the summer!

Y/n had spent the best holiday anyone could ask for with her two best friends, and couldn’t imagine having to leave them when the summer came around. She frowned, but the boy with his arm still on her waist saw the note before she could unwrap anything.

“You’ll have to come home with us next summer, not a chance am I letting your parents steal you away.” He joked, but his offer was sincere. She never had to worry about George hiding her away like her parents had done.

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stuckybarton · 3 years ago

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Manifestation of A Happy Ending

SUMMARY: "Everyone deserves a happy ending, even you."

CHARACTERS: Stephen Strange x Reader;

WARNINGS: Brief Description of Child Birth.

WORDS: 2,022

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Part 5 CANDLELIGHT

One of the few things you had learned since your past and your present had collided was the world was constantly moving. Everyone would try to move on, try to better themselves. A process the might look painful on one end, and easy for some. You had it easy. Having Stephen by your side all throughout was good, being able to find the good in the world in him, in your relationship and eventual marriage as well as the child you were carrying.

Things has been going well and you found yourself visiting the compound more on a regular basis now with Stephen constantly by your side. His sling ring a good tool to use to avoid dealing with New York traffic. Being able to reconnect with your friends had been hard at first having ghosted them for a hefty amount of time, but things had been good, especially with everyone just as excited about the baby coming in a few more months.

"Have you found out about the gender?" Nat had inquired as soon as you had arrived into the common room, your husband and Wong was dealing with a mission briefing with Steve and Tony while you waited.

"Not yet." You smiled at your friend before rubbing your growing bump. Sitting by the window with your friend, it was still weird for you to come back here, knowing everything that had happened. The way you just left and never looked back. "We still haven't decided if we're going to wait until the baby is born."

Nat smiled, asking your permission, had placed her hand against your stomach. The light thump had made the two of you jump, your baby's first kick.

"Still can't convince you to name the baby Natalie?" She teased making your burst out laughing.

"Tell that to Wanda and Thor, they're already bribing me with naming the baby after them too." You giggled remembering the multiple of times you had to deal with the two when you visit. "But I'll think about it." You assured knowing the name you had in mind would sound good with a second name added to it.

"We're not mad at you for what happened, Y/N." Nat had spoke all of a sudden, surprising you with the shift of your conversation. "We're surprised that everything happened the way that it did, but we understand why you did what you had to do."

You were left in silence, it was still something you tried your best to keep to yourself. A resentment they might have towards you because of your choice, how you turned your back on all of them when your relationship with Tony ended.

Before Nat could continue on with her words, FRIDAY had called for her to the briefing as well.

"We'll talk later, I'll find someone to keep you company for a while." Nat has said with a smile leaving you all alone to your own thoughts.

It would take a while to come to terms with your choice, but as long as you had Stephen and the baby, you had nothing more you had to worry about. Rubbing your stomach again, the thump had made you smile as you started to hum against the air, hoping to calm your restless baby.

Your eyes lingered onto the windows, the well manicured lawn and the vast land of the compound. You had remembered the time where you would sit in the middle of the grass, soaking into the sunlight after being in the confinement of your former room for days on end.

"I hope I am not intruding."

Turning your head away from the window, the sight of Loki had surprised you. For the most part, you had known about the team's hesitation towards the reformed God, and the other part of you still wary of him after the last time you've seen him in person--when he and his brother had made their way to Stephen's sanctum hoping to find you. The words that he spoke that became the push you needed to this life you now live.

"No you're not, Loki." You assured the God as he has come to approach you. "How's your stay since I've last seen you?" You inquired the man.

Unlike everyone in the team, you didn't have the same resentment towards the man--knowing from Thor what had happened to him, what he had to do to survive, you try your best not to put it against him if you could. And he is a good company to have while you do your research for your book.

"I'm afraid I've lost my library companion." He responded, a ghost of a smile resting on his face. "And I think an apology is long overdue after what I've said."

One brow rose waiting for him to continue his words.

"What I had called you in Strange's Sanctum is uncalled for and I never got the chance to apologize to you."

So he did know you were in the Sanctum. Blinking you didn't really know what to say.

"Why didn't you tell Thor or Tony?" You found yourself asking after a moment.

"What for? If you truly want to be found, you wouldn't have hidden, in such a poor excuse of curtains of all things. And I do not believe that you would be happy with Stark in the long run."

"So you're favoring Stephen over Tony?" You smiled knowing the vendetta still placed on Stephen's back for what he did to Loki all those years before.

"I have said no such thing." He brushed off finally sitting besides you on the couch. "But you're more tolerable compared to the rest of the people in this compound, so your happiness is something I'd champion for."

The biggest compliment you had received from Loki and somehow you find yourself blushing at it. You held onto the man's hand.

"I think I might just name my baby after you, Loki." You teased. "Is this your plan all along?"

"Is it working?" He smirked right back, mischief twinkling his eyes.

"You have Nat, Wanda, and your brother to fight for that right." You pointed out giggling at the antics that Loki was slowly showcasing you. A rare sight as the man chooses to keep to himself most of the time. "Want to feel the baby?" You offered looking up at the man.

"Are you sure?" The man sounded so uncertain and for a while you understood where he was coming from but knowing him, knowing he wouldn't hurt you, it doesn't sound too bad to have him feel the baby too.

Hand still holding onto his own, you placed his palm on top of your stomach. Smiling as soon as his palm rested, a sudden kick had made the two of your jump for a moment. Giving him a side glance, an amazed look that rested on his face placed you more at ease.

"They like you." You pointed out with a smile.

"A mistake they'd made before they're even born." Loki muttered pulling away.

"Loki--" You warned. "You don't contradict a pregnant woman." You warned with a pointed look now focus on him. A sheepish smile now resting on his face because of it.

Before Loki could further contradict himself, the sound of a few voices approaching had the two of you looking up and the sight of your husband and Wong coming to pick you up. But the sight of Tony and Steve also with them, the smile on your face had fallen. So much for trying to avoid the man.

"Hands off the wife, Laufeyson." Your husband warned, but you rolled your eyes and smiled towards the also much annoyed Loki.

"Loki's been keeping me company." You pointed out finally standing up and approaching your husband in the process.

"Fifty bucks he's also trying to convince you to name the baby after him."

"Keep your money to yourself, Strange." You snorted wrapping an arm around his waist. You smiled beamingly at your husband before winking knowingly at Loki and the conversation they had would only be theirs to keep from now on. "Loki's been nothing but nice to me and I'm staring to like the idea of Baby Loki."

At the grimace your husband had on you couldn't help but burst into as loud fits of laughter. Resting your head against his chest, try as the man could, it was still hard for him to keep his emotions and his sass in check. You were fine with it, happy for his antics from time to time when he wasn't getting on your nerves.

"We'll talk about our child's life choices if you do that when we get home." He muttered cradling your head as you pull back to look at him. "Say goodbye to your friend before we go."

You smiled hugging Loki, taking the man by surprise before promising to catch up with Steve if Stephen ever stops by the compound again. But for a fraction of a second, you found your attention towards Tony, the longing look on his face as he looked at you and it scared you so much. You know you wouldn't leave Stephen, after everything you had been through, but it was just sad to see the playboy so broken--because of you.

"Bye, Tony." You finally whispered before joining your husband and Wong through the portal to bring you right home to the Sanctum.

"Benedict Vincent Strange."

The name had escaped your lips as soon as the baby was born. The past thirteen hours, Stephan had been besides himself. Everything he had learned from Med School was thrown in the trash when it comes to you. The doctors had tried their best to stay as far away from him while making sure you were well accommodated.

And everything was worth it as he now held on to his son. A blend of you and him.

Even as the past few hours had been you sobbing to the high heavens while you pushed for the baby out while you pray for their safety. Stephen was relieved to know you and the baby were safe and healthy judging from the lungs capable of screaming up a storm from the both of you. The smile had somehow found their way onto his face.

He had watched the doctors begin to clean up his son before turning his attention back to you. Leaning back against the bed, even with the fatigue and pain still painting your face, you still had this big smile watching from the sides as the nurses swaddle your son.

"He's got your eyes." Stephen pointed out with a smirk and you were quick to roll your eyes. It was just a fun little debate the two of you had while you prepared for the baby, how such discussion span and become so meaningless as all the mattered was this very sight.

A life he never thought he would be allowed to have in his life. After everything he had done--the mistake he had made, he was still allowed to have his own happy ending in the form of you who had almost fallen face first in front of him in the cafe.

"Do you ever regret it?" Stephen asked after a moment of silence passed between the two of you. "Leaving Tony behind for someone like me?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Stephen." You smiled holding onto his hands, pulling him closer to where you laid to rest. "I've got everything I could have ever wanted in my life. A decent man that loves me more than the whole multiverse combined. I've got a child that I will give my life and soul to protect and love."

It was the truth, and the smile that lingered on his face made everything alright now. There would come a time that his life would be put on the line for the sake of the world, but it was alright. It was for you and it was for your son. His own little manifestation of a happy ending.

He would want nothing more in his life.

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crossroad-of-fate · 3 years ago

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Cheer Up, Baby!

You tried to focus on completing your history essay but it was rather tough with the extra weight on your back constricting your movement. Floyd Leech was shamelessly draped over you, intentionally putting all his body weight against yours. His long arms wrapped loosely around your waist and you're starting to get worried because he hasn't shown any signs of letting go yet.

Floyd came to you after receiving a series of scolding by Azul. Grumbling about how annoying his dorm leader is and that Azul didn't have to react the way he did.

In truth, Floyd thought it'd be funny to prank one of the customers at Mostro Lounge with a rubber toy that resembled a cockroach. So he threw it at the poor unsuspecting student who immediately jumped out of his seat when the 'roach' landed on his lap.

But he didn't stop there. The students went so far as to climb on top of the table to escape, screaming and frightening the other students and causing chaos to the entirety of Octavinelle. You could imagine the Octavinelle Dorm Leader's dumbfounded expression.

"It wasn't my fault the guppy jumped on the table and fell on Jade.." His mouth was pressed on your back and made his voice sound muffled.

You were a bit surprised that Floyd remained grumpy for quite a while since he was famous for changing moods out of the blue. What had happened must have really dragged him down.

"Was Azul really mad?" You asked carefully, feeling a bit tired from holding your sitting position with the tall boy's added weight.

"You wanna know what he said?" Floyd's temple scrunched up as he mimicked Azul's voice, "Floyd! Look what you've done! I've told you to stop playing pranks on our customers! Quit acting like a 6-year-old on a sugar rush!"

"He didn't have to be so angry~! Don't you think he's being too dramatic?" Huffing and grumbling, he moved to sit on a chair by your side, laying his head on the table.

You exhaled in relief at the loss of weight from your back, a blissful smile painting your face. But you hid it quickly so Floyd wouldn't misunderstand.

"To be perfectly honest senpai.. I think he isn't being dramatic." You started with a very calm and friendly tone. "It isn't wrong for you to want to have fun but you have to know when it's not okay. Like when you're working or when you're studying."

"And your prank ended up injuring a few people, that makes it even more worse!" He looked like a kicked eel, bottom lip protruding outwards and staring at you with tear-filled eyes.

"Shrimpy thinks I messed up too?"

"Well- Uhm- yeah.."

......

"UWAAAAAAH."

You jumped in your seat, instinctively blocking your face with both arms to protect yourself when Floyd began wailing and sobbing uncontrollably. Gripping the fabric of his pants while tears flowed from his eyes like a waterfall in the middle of a storm. Other students frowned at the sound of his cries and gave a dirty look to your direction.

"Shut up or so help me." You hissed and they quickly turned their heads away, with some even running out of the library.

You turned back to the now sniffling eel. Floyd had turned his back on you, refusing to face you no matter what you say or how many times you poked his back. Great, now he was sulking at you.

You started to pout yourself, feeling slightly guilty for being so blunt with an emotionally wrecked Floyd but it had to be done.

"Floyd-senpai!" You whined at him and he deliberately ignored you in place of playing with his magic pen, pretending to be fascinated by it to tick you off further.

You leaned yourself against his back, turning the tables on him now by weighing him down. "Just because I think you messed up doesn't mean I'll hate you forever, you know? You can apologize and try to fix your mistake."

"In my opinion, Azul and Jade have probably forgiven you by now."

He shifted his body and very quietly asked, "Really?"

"Really." You confirmed, you patted his head reassuringly and Floyd gazed into your eyes in a daze. Something fluttered inside his stomach when you smiled at him. At the entry of the library, you saw his twin standing there, watching your interaction.

You immersed yourself back to Floyd, your hand moving down towards his shoulder. "Do you want to apologize to Jade and Azul?" Your eyes sparkle with a hint of something he couldn't recognize but he simply nodded at your question.

You signaled him to look behind and he found Jade by the doorway, waving at him with a knowing smile. Floyd bounced out of his chair and collided with his twin in a hug, Jade had opened his arms the moment Floyd took his first step towards him.

You saw them conversing for a few seconds after they parted from the embrace. Jade chuckled onto his fist and patted his brother's shoulder with a closed-eye smile. You expected them to just leave together and a delighted smile decorated your face when Floyd ran back towards you.

Floyd wrapped his arms around you, bending down because you still sat on the chair and this time you returned his embrace, patting his back in a friendly manner. You melted into the physical affection.

"Squeeze~ hehe~" his face felt cool against your neck and his hair tickled your jaw. You were very satisfied when you heard him laugh. He parted from you and ruffled your hair with his hand, smiling widely like a child to his favorite stuffed toy.

"See ya, Shrimpy~"

You waved as the twins exited the library together. Floyd enthusiastically waved back while Jade gave you a simple nod. The next day you woke up with a 1 free meal discount ticket from Mostro Lounge slid under your door and a very cheerful Floyd greeted you when you went there for lunch.

Now Azul just chucks Floyd at you whenever he gets moody. Telling you to work your magic and cheer him up. Needless to say, Floyd became even more attached to you.

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xshinigamikittenx · 4 years ago

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The Quiet Game

NSFW Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

MINORS DNI

You swear this class is going to kill you. With this much of a class load, there’s no time for friendships or romantic relationships, and that’s fine with you. They were just distractions anyway. It’s usually just the attendants and other students completing work studies at the library this late. This is usually perfect on most nights, but today is Friday, and you forgot he would be here...

Thank you SO MUCH to TrashyBee on Twitter for bringing Katsuki to life here. Good lawd 😩

A/N: Whew. Yet another one shot that ran away with me. lmaoooo. Couldn't really help it though, I mean...sheeeeesh. But child, anywaaays...this was fun. :) I'm also hoping you've been to a library and seen what the private study rooms look like, because it's kindof important here 😅 but if not here's an idea. Hope your future library thoughts are full of smut productivity!

9.5k words

CW/TW: semi-public sex, oral sex, clothed sex, vaginal sex, biting, swallowing, light degradation, gagging, fingering, hair pulling, deep thrusts, praise

You swear this class is going to kill you. Why the fuck did you choose to take on so many credits this year? Take more classes at once so you can finish early. The goal from the beginning was to get through university as quickly as possible so you could start making the money you knew would help keep you far away from home. Wealth is not something that runs in your family. Everything you get, you work for, and your degree will be no different. You keep your head down, focusing on one goal, to make enough money to support yourself and live the way you want. With this much of a class load, there’s no time for friendships or romantic relationships, and that’s fine with you. They were just distractions anyway.

Your roommates, however, don’t have that same logic. Some nights when you’re up studying, you can hear them, and whoever they brought back to the dorm moaning, the bed sometimes rhythmically bumping into the paper-thin walls. “Just like that...yes-yes-mmmmore. Ffuck! ” It’s...distracting, to say the least, and frustrating because your body’s reaction constantly betrays your mind's focus. Your thighs clenching together, your pulse quickening; no way in hell you can study in your room, especially not at night.

You shake the thoughts out of your head, looking up at the massive main library, your feet unconsciously moving forward. This is your sanctuary, the place you feel you can be most at peace, and finally give way to the maintained focus you knew you needed. The warm glow of the lights through the windows always makes you feel calm. The cold air whips into you as you push open the door and take in the endless rows and layers of books keeping you company. There’s hardly ever anyone here at this time, a discovery you made one night when you found yourself packing your books in frustration to escape the sounds coming from the next room in the middle of the night.

It’s usually just the attendants and other students completing work studies at the library this semester. This is usually perfect on most nights, but today is Friday, and you forgot he would be here. Your eyes land on his back, surveying him at a distance. The fact that he works here doesn’t quite compute with you. He’s built like he should be throwing a ball somewhere, all broad shoulders and toned arms. The sleeves of his olive green sweater are rolled up, emphasizing the lines and ridges of his toned muscles. It’s borderline irritating how good he looks, entirely focused on a mundane task. His blonde hair is somehow perfectly dishevelled, the lean form of his body bent over the desk, filling out some kind of paperwork while you walk in his direction. Usually, you would try to avoid him; talking to people, in general, is not a specialty of yours, let alone talking to someone who seems to have a short fuse.

You wait for a few seconds, thinking he’s got to know you’re there. He had to have heard the door open, right? But he hasn’t turned around yet, and thinking about actually opening your mouth to speak to him felt like the air was getting sucked out of the building. You were already introverted with high anxiety, and you did not need to feel uncomfortable right now, especially under the looming stress of this project which was due in two days. So you waited, hoping the subtle noises you were making, readjusting your bag, and taking a deep breath, would possibly get his attention. Fuck, this is taking too long; I’ve got to say something. “Um...hey.” Jesus Christ, really couldn’t think of anything better to say? You practically sneer at yourself at how lame you sound, but this certainly got his attention. He turned half of his body towards you, one of his scarlet eyes glaring at you over his shoulder. His face was rather expressionless, betraying the scorching feeling his eyes deliver, making you suddenly self-conscious of what you looked like standing in front of him. You didn’t think about what you were wearing when you left your dorm, throwing on a go-to pair of leggings and the first hoodie you saw before storming out of the overly cramped room, leaving the heavy breaths and moans of your neighbour behind you.

“Oi, you need something? Speak up.” Your face immediately flushed. The heat rising up your neck and blooming across your face, triggering your palms to start sweating. You didn’t think you were unnecessarily quiet; it’s a fucking library. You knew he was an asshole, but what the fuck did you do to him? Before you think about it anymore, you shift your thoughts towards how to respond to him, coming up blank. You grip your bag tighter, your mind racking itself, but the anxiety has already caught hold of you, and it’s as if you're stranded on an island with no help in sight. So you resort to your usual defensive mechanism; you bite back.

“So, what...? You want me to scream to get your attention?” He turns his body toward you, putting the full picture of himself on display. You’ve never been this close to him, actively avoiding him after hearing him ream other students out for being too loud or misplacing books. You didn’t realize how intimidating his stature was until now, being less than six feet away from him.

He wasn’t excessively tall, but his posture would convince you otherwise. Even as he leaned back against the length of the desk behind him, he was still probably a handful of inches taller than you. He lifts his glasses to rest on the top of his almost unruly blonde hair as he speaks, “Can’t say why I would find screaming necessary in a library, but if you need something, you should say it clearly so I can help you and not have to spend five minutes of my time explaining common courtesy to someone who knows better.”

Your annoyance is suddenly replaced with rage at his words. What the fuck? Is he trying to put this on me? Doesn’t he fucking work here? Isn’t it his job to pay attention if someone needs help? You’re even more pissed because you wouldn’t have to deal with this shit if you could study in your room. The constant reminder of your roommate getting railed while you were trying to work made that impossible, so here you are. It’s not like you wanted to ask him for help, but you need access to a private study room, and you have to request it from the attendant. Except for tonight, when you’re pent up and stressed, you have to deal with him. “I wouldn’t have to speak up if you were doing your job, asshole.” Fuck. He’s distracting me. I don’t have time for this. You watch his face as one of his eyebrows lift while he places his large hands on the ledge of the desk behind him, baring the outline of his toned chest stretching the fabric of his sweater. “Now, I know you’re not that much of a dumbass. What do you think I was doing before you walked in here and started wasting my time?” Your eyes widen, inadvertently travelling the length of his body, from the smug ass expression resting on his face to his rippling arms, tense as his hands grip the dark wooden desk. For some reason, this annoyed you even more; why did he have to be insulting and infuriatingly attractive?

His lips curl into a smirk, revelling in the glare you’re aiming at him. Dumbass? Is this asshole for real? At this point, he’s pissed you off past the point of giving a fuck. You would’ve walked away by now if you didn’t actually need his help. But if he wants to play this game, fine. A smug smile spreads across your face as you speak, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was speaking to someone who was unable to multitask. Your life must be so hard, huh?” He drops his head, laughing as he pushes himself off the desk, taking a step toward you. Your hands grip your bag tighter as he comes closer, lifting his head so his ruby-coloured eyes meet yours. “That’s pretty fucking hilarious coming from someone who’s at the library in the middle of the night on a fuckin’ Friday.” He straightens up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he continues, “Seems more like your life is hard, and you’re just pissed off about it.” His gaze is piercing, attempting to slice through your facade of confidence, but you’re currently too livid to give a shit. You’re done talking to him, you just need to get into the study room and away from this asshole.

“No,” you seethe, “I’m pissed off because I can’t work in my room, I have shit to do, and this conversation is a waste of time.” You lift your head higher, meeting his gaze as he smirks down at you. “Oh, seems like I’m not the only one who can’t multitask then, huh?” He chuckles, watching you as you fold your arms and turn your head, breaking eye contact with him. “I just need one of the study rooms opened.”

“Oh, so you do need something,” he says, his voice dropping as he leans forward, bringing his face into your line of sight, his sharp features coming into focus. “You said it yourself, you wasted my time, so I think you can ask a little nicer than that.” You don’t think you’ve ever wanted to punch someone more than how much you want to punch his perfectly fucking chiselled jaw in that moment. Regardless of how much his face appeals to your more violent tendencies, you realize you don’t have an option. All of this bullshit will have been for nothing if you’re unable to get into that fucking room. Your jaw clenches, your teeth sinking into the inside of your cheek as your eyes bore into him. You make a point not to break eye contact when you speak through the smile you’ve painted on, “Oh, where are my manners...would you...please...open a study room so that I can get away from you?” You smile wider, contrasting the cold glare you shoot at him as he grins, watching your edges fray. He slides one of his hands out of his pocket, assessing you while he tosses the keys up in his hand, the dull metallic sound of their impact in the palm of his hand, peaking your annoyance further. “Well hell,” he says, “it’s about damn time.”

You roll your eyes as he catches the keys a final time, smirking at you before he turns to exit the enclosed space of the front desk. You readjust your bag and look up to follow him, balking at seeing him walk in front of you. He takes a few steps ahead of you, his coffee colored pants clinging to the muscles of his legs as he heads towards the back of the library where the study rooms are located. Fuck, his ass looks good. You’re grateful when you take a glance around you, suddenly conscious of what your borderline heated exchange probably looked like to anyone who could’ve seen it. Not to mention the fact that it probably definitely looked like you were staring at his ass just now. You refocus, remembering that you’re supposed to be following him. You train your eyes on the back of his neck, trying to keep yourself from fixating on his perfectly sculpted form; when you see him turn his head, eyeing you. His gaze travels up and down, then up to meet your eyes before he speaks, “For someone who claims to dislike wasted time, you sure are slow.”

Fuck. Did he catch me looking at him? Your chest tightens at the thought. Just hurry the fuck up and get to the room so you can do what you came here for. You signal your legs to pick up the pace until you’re almost in stride with him and looking straight ahead. You know where the study rooms are; you just need him to open it for you, but why does it feel like it’s taking forever to get there? Your body grows warmer, anxiety still pumping through you from your previous conversation. Now being alone in this giant space in silence is adding emphasis to the fact that you’re practically alone. You try to distract yourself, feigning interest in the books that line the shelves as you walk past them. We’ve got to be close now; just focus on the room. You look ahead, expecting to see the study rooms’ glass windows but instead are met with more shelves of books. What the fuck? Did they move them? How long have we been walking? You glance over at him, accidentally making eye contact because he was already looking at you.

Without thinking, you look away, and then you hear him speak, “Ya know, no ones usually here at this time on a Friday. Don’t you have better shit to do?” Seriously? If he’s going to be a dick, why is he even wasting his breath talking to me?

“Yeah, well, maybe I don’t,” you bite back, too tangled up in your own thoughts to decipher anything less aggressive, “and I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want me to be here.”

He continues walking, and you push ahead of him, attempting to put some distance between you. You don’t need him to lead you to the room; the library is only so big. Getting there on your own and waiting for him to open it would be better than dealing with this bullshit. You see him looking over at you in your peripheral vision as you pass him, and he laughs. “You don’t wanna be here, but all of a sudden, you’re in a hurry. A little conflicting, don’t you think?”

You roll your eyes. Fuck off. Is what you would’ve said if you wanted to continue this conversation. He would definitely have something to say to that. “Are you forgetting that I’ve got what you want?” You stop dead in your tracks and spin on your heels to face him, “Excuse me?” He doesn’t even flinch at your raised tone, you could practically hear your own voice echoing around you as he walks up to you, stopping inches away. He’s so close you can smell him, a warm scent of amber and oak catching you off guard as you hold your ground. His lips lilt into a mocking half-smile as he moves his hand towards you to dangle the keys directly in front of your face. “What? You want to get into the room, don’t you?” Your focus shifts from the keys to his crimson eyes, blurring everything else around you as your body reacts to the heat radiating off of his skin. He feels...warm. I wonder - Your gaze drops to his lips, maddeningly curled into a taunting smirk. “Well, now I’m wondering what you thought I was talking about.”

He pulls the keys into the palm of his hand with a metallic snap, the sound almost making you jump as your eyes widen. You find yourself holding your breath as the tightening in your chest climbs up to your throat. Say something. Fucking anything. Your face must tell him everything he needs to know, because he doesn’t wait for a response. “How’s this, I’ll let you off the hook if you tell me why you’re here, dealing with my bullshit, when you could be studying in your dorm.”

This is none of his fucking business, but it’s easier to answer than the previous question, so fuck it. “I can’t focus there.” He raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not satisfied with your answer. You roll your eyes and sigh, “It’s just...noisy. I can’t think straight.”

He laughs at your response, “Yeah I can see that you're easily distracted.” You feel his eyes hovering over your body before meeting your gaze and shifting his weight to start walking again. You take a deep breath, silently relieved that whatever the fuck that was is over. “There’s this invention,” he says as he walks ahead of you “called headphones, ever thought of using those?” You shoot daggers into the back of his head as he turns the corner and you see the study rooms up ahead. Thank fucking god. He sifts through the keys as he walks, locating the one he needed to open the door. His hands move to slide the key into the lock, “Tch. Unless you’ve got roommates that are loud when they fuck. Headphones might not help much.” You know this is a joke but the heat spreading through your face, and the way your body tenses up catches his attention. “Did I strike a nerve,” he asks, smirking at you as his hand grips the door handle.

“Just open the door.” He raises an eyebrow and you release an exasperated sigh, “Please.”

He swings the door open, holding it open as he waits for you to walk through. Finally. I can get this asshole out of my face and work. You walk towards the door, and you notice he isn’t moving. I can hold the door on my own. Why is he still standing there? As you move you eye the entrance to the room, realizing you’re going to need to get insanely close to him to get through the doorway. Fuck it. Just slip by him and move on. “Listen, I don’t bite,” he says, noticing your moment of hesitation with a sly smile. You roll your eyes, making a point to look him in the eyes as you attempt to get by him. His piercing gaze slices through you, stoking the flames within your core you’ve been harnessing all night; fuck, maybe all semester. You fail to keep the flush from blooming across your face, turning your head away from him as you attempt to brush past him. You can feel him watching you, it feels like heat is emanating from his skin, pulling you closer as you hear a low voice directly in your ear, “Unless you want me to.”

What? It was a split second that you were close enough to hear him. Your breath catches as you finally make it past him, his words echoing in your head. Did he just-? You turn around to face him, “What did you just s-“ but he was already leaving, walking back towards the front of the library, probably to finish working on whatever the hell had him so focused when you arrived earlier.

You turn away, your back towards the floor to ceiling window of the small room as your mind reels from the last thing he said to you. I swear I heard him correctly. But why would he say that? Am I fucking crazy? You mindlessly unpack what you need out of your bag and sit at the desk, trying and failing miserably for almost an hour to focus on your work. You find yourself repeatedly scanning the same page because you can’t stop yourself from looking over your shoulder to see if he’s nearby. You nibble at the tip of your pen, looking at the book in front of you and unable to comprehend a single thing. Your oral fixation is running rampant and your thoughts are nowhere near where they should be when the image of his lips slip into your head. What do they taste like? Your body reacts to the thought, squeezing your thighs together as your core tightens imagining his hands gripping your skin, his teeth sinking into you. Fuck. Fuck!

You turn your head again, wondering if there was any way he would be looking in your direction; his thoughts riddled with the same infuriatingly erotic images on a loop in your head. Then, you see him. His back towards you as he holds a stack of books in one arm to place on the shelves. Your eyes travel down the length of his body, the lines of muscle subtly evident through his clothes. You watch him as he reaches up to a particularly high shelf, and his sweater lifts just enough to see the definition of his lower back. Heat is building inside you, the stirring in your core causing your walls to clench, thinking about raking your nails across his back. Ffuuck...NO. Get your fucking shit together. Why would he want to fuck someone who has nothing better to do than study on a Friday night? Fucking focus. You try to gather your thoughts, but must’ve mistakenly zoned out while you were looking at him, because as soon as your eyes refocus you see his head turned in your direction, one cinder red eye smoldering into you.

Fuck! Your body stiffens, unsure what else to do besides just go back to pretending you were working on this project. That’s basically what you’ve been doing since you sat down anyways. And for what? Just for you to embarrass and distract yourself just enough for this entire ordeal to be a colossal waste of time.You start to gather your things, applying more force than necessary to shove everything back into your bag. Fuck this. I haven’t gotten anything done and it’s been two fucking hours. I should’ve just stayed in my room, used my vibrator and moved on. At least I would’ve been able to think straight.

“You must do that often, huh?”

Your eyes widen and you immediately turn your body towards the source of the voice coming from the doorway. Your eyes land on his waist, then to the large hands in his pockets as he seems to take up all the remaining space in the room. You catch a glimpse of the student ID on the lanyard threaded through his belt loop. Katsuki Bakugo. You didn’t even bother to check the picture before you looked up, eyes connecting with the same asshole smirk you’ve been replaying in your head since you sat down. I didn’t say all of that shit out loud did I?

“What are you talking about,” you snap. You really don’t feel like playing this game with him. You already made up your mind that you were leaving, there was no way in hell you were going to stick around to get made fun of. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Ha. That’s a good question,” he takes a step, crossing the length of the room to lean against the desk inches away from you. “I have a better question though. How long have you been watching me instead of working?”

It feels like your brain short circuits. Did he catch me looking for him earlier? Fuck!

“I-” it suddenly dawns on you that the only way he would’ve seen that is if he was looking at you. You just didn’t see him.

You smile up at him, crossing your arms as you lean back in your chair. “The only way you could even think that, is if you were watching me. So you tell me, Katsuki, how long was it?”

He grins as he places his hands on the edge of the desk on either side of him and leans down towards you, his face inches away from yours. His eyes hold your gaze, his crimson eyes blazing like an unhinged wildfire as he speaks, “See, it’s my job to watch you. I work here, dumbass,” he says, his eyes dropping down to your chest as you cross your arms even tighter. God, I’m such an idiot. Of course he’s watching me because he has to. What the fuck was I thinking? Further embarrassment creeps across your face at the thought of even considering that he wanted you. Then, he leans in closer, the sound of his voice a warm whisper against your ear as he speaks, “What’s your excuse?”

You almost stop breathing. Your thoughts frantically trying to come up with something; anything that wasn’t the truth. You come up blank, your expression must’ve given him the answer he was looking for, because he laughs. He laughs in your face, and as much as you want to be completely pissed off, you’re distracted by the glint of the piercing poised in the center of his tongue. Fuck.

Subduing his laughter he sits up just enough to look down at you, raising an eyebrow as he smirks, “You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you? That I was watching you because I wanted to?” You glare at him, the all consuming mixture of rage and embarrassment spreading through you as your face flushes. Your nails are digging into your arms so hard that you can feel it through your sweatshirt. You can’t think of a single thing to say, but your mouth moves without thinking.

Your eyes connect, and you spit out exactly what your mind is silently screaming, “Fuck off.” You make sure you don’t look away, pointedly challenging him to say anything remotely clever in response. The grin spreading across his face is the first sign that you’ve lost that challenge.

“Pretty nasty mouth for someone who’s in the library more often than her own room.”

You flare up, everything you’ve been holding in boiling over as you bite back at him, “You don’t know shit about me,” your voice is tight, and growing louder as you let the words spill out of your mouth, “I’m here all the fucking time because I can’t deal with the fact that I have to watch everyone around me have a life while I bury myself in school. I don’t have friends or shit else to do because I don’t have fucking time. I just want to get through this hell so I can finally just do what I want! So could you, please, get the fuck out of my face so I can go.”

“The door’s right there, you could’ve left a long time ago, but here we are,” he says, his smirk dripping with sarcasm.

I’m so fucking done with this shit. You move to get up, grabbing your bag off of the desk as you turn towards the door. Your hand is reaching for the doorknob when you hear his voice again.

“Did you not hear me?”

“Loud and fucking clear. I’m leaving aren’t I?”

“For someone who’s so fucking smart you really are a dumbass,” he says, standing as he takes a step towards you.

Why haven’t you left yet? Why haven’t you opened the door and - It hits you. You replay his words in your mind, picking up on something you were too pissed off to realize until this moment.

You turn around to face him, and you’re eye level with his shoulders, inches away from you. The warm amber scent of him enveloping you as your gaze travels up his neck to the angle of his jaw, finally making eye contact as you speak, “How would you know I’m here more often than my own room?”

“Tch. Like I said before, I work here,” he says, before moving closer, the heat of his breath brushing against your face as he continues, “but I’ll admit getting to see you makes my job less shitty.”

Your chest tightens, the fluttering in your core enough to make your pulse quicken as your lips part slightly.

He’s watching your face, smirking as your body tenses up when he closes the space between you. “But if you really want to leave...” he whispers against your skin, careful not to touch you as you look up at him with pleading eyes. He brings his lips a breadth away from yours, dropping his gaze to your mouth. “I’m going to fuck you on the desk.” he says, his hands still in his pockets as his words melt into you, “If you don’t want me to, tell me right fucking now.”

He’s so close to you, all you had to do was tilt your head up just a little more and your lips would touch. The thought invaded your mind, your breath catching in your throat as your body reacted to his words, tightening your core to the point of aching. You lift your eyes to meet the heat of gaze as you speak, “Do it, then-“

“Fucking finally,” he growls, his voice raspy and low as he makes contact, his lips moving against yours as the palms of his hands travel up to your face. They slide into your hair at the nape of your neck, collecting it in his fist, while the other hand grips your hips. He pulls you into him, moving you against the wall adjacent to the door. Your back meets the wall, the impact strong enough to make sound and your mind is blank. The feeling of his hands, his lips, his body pressed against yours, overwhelming your senses as you grasp onto the fabric of his sweater. His kiss is hungry and breathless, low groans vibrating against your lips as his pierced tongue slips between them, tasting the heat of your wet mouth.

You whimper into him, your body on fire from the inside out as the thin thread of self control you have left is priming to snap. His lips curl up into a smirk at the sounds lilting out of you and a growl ripples through him as he bites your bottom lip hard enough for you to open your eyes. He releases you, his breaths heavy as he presses his forehead against yours. His scarlet irises bore into you as he speaks, “We’re going to have to do something about all that fucking noise you’re making,” he smirks, his eyes traveling from your swollen lips to your legs, taking note of how tightly you’re clenching your thighs together. “You’re a mess already aren’t you?” His breathy laugh brushes against your face as he pulls away hooking his index fingers into the waistband of your leggings and tugging just enough for them to snap back once he releases.

A soft gasp escapes your lips at the impact against your sensitive skin, the heat pooling between your thighs as your insides clench. Your body is screaming, begging for him to touch you and your mouth moves on its own. “Please,” you whisper up at him, your hands finding the hem of his sweater as you spread your fingers against his skin, feeling every ridge of hardened muscle beneath it.

He drops his gaze down to your hands as your fingertips explore the surface of his skin. A low rumble vibrates through his chest, as his eyes sear into you, “Don’t forget, you fucking asked for this.” His hands move, pulling your sweatshirt over your head and dropping it onto the floor before he leans into you, pushing his leg between your thighs while he holds both your wrists in one hand above your head against the wall. His other hand grips your hip, his fingertips digging into your skin as his lips meets your neck.

You start to move against him, trying to get a taste of the friction your body is aching for while he teases your neck with open mouth kisses. His breath is hot against your skin, teeth sinking into you, as low groans escape his lips. He feels so fucking good and you haven’t been fucked in so long you might cum before he even gets to feel how wet you are. His lips move up to your ear, his voice low as his breath caresses your skin, “You’re riding my thigh like it’s something else, baby girl.” The hand gripping your hip slides under your shirt as he speaks, palming your breast while he kisses the space behind your ear. His teeth graze against your skin as a rippling growl erupts from him, pulling a whimper from your lips while your pussy grinds against his thigh.

You can feel the length of his hardening cock against your leg as you press yourself against him. He pinches your nipple, igniting every nerve in your body as he grins against your skin, feeling your body bend for him. A gasping moan escapes your lips, the sound filling the space around you as your head drops back against the wall. He pulls his head back just enough to watch your reaction; your eyes squeezed shut as your whines spill from your open mouth. “I can feel your pussy clenching for me, y/n,” he says, his lips trailing down your exposed neck as his hand moves to your other hardened nipple. The pressure he applies is sharp and delicious causing every muscle in your body to tighten, your panting breaths mingling with his hums of satisfaction as he feels you on the edge of unraveling at his touch.

“Fuck...ha...hahh...Katsuki...” You’re on your tiptoes relishing in the feeling of his teasing fingers as your insides coil imagining the feeling of him stretching you out. He grinds against you, his arousal pressing against your leg as your nails dig into the palms of your hands. “Mmm, You’re so fucking sexy, so desperate for this fucking cock aren’t you?”

Your lips are moving before you think, your mind consumed with the heat swelling inside you, “Yes...yes...please.” You lean forward in an attempt to meet his lips but he pulls away, releasing your hands as he moves to grip your hips. You let out a small yelp when he picks you up under your ass, and turns to put you on top of the desk. His hands slide down to the crook of your legs as he stands between them, eyeing you beneath his lashes when he speaks, “Pull them down.” You lean back, searching his face as you try to collect your thoughts. You must’ve taken longer than he wanted because he leans in, placing his hand on the wall behind you as his crimson eyes burn into yours, “You’re taking your sweet fucking time, and you’re already soaked down here?”

His fingers move to your warm center, feeling your arousal soaking through your leggings as he presses circles against your aching clit. Your legs involuntarily squeeze around his hips as his hand drops from the wall to grip a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to make you look at his face as his voice drops, “Spread...your fucking...legs.” Your pulse quickens, your blood heating up as he slows the pace of the pressure he’s circling around your clit and you whimper up at him, giving into the ripples of pleasure coursing through your body.

You want more, you lean back on your hands, hips moving to the rhythm his fingers play against your drenched core as your pleading eyes meet his gaze. You’re in a fucking library, in a room with a huge ass window. But the thought of someone seeing you makes your pulse speed up, sending a heightened thrum of pleasure streaming through you, “Hnnngh...ffuckk…” your hips move faster, cloying for more pressure, more friction, more feeling. Katsuki notices your body’s reaction, tightening his hold on your hair, causing your eyes to squeeze shut from the slight prickle of pain. “You wanna cum so fucking bad don’t you? That pussy of yours is begging for this fucking cock.” All you can do is pant in response, your eyes opening to see his face, smirking down at you as his fingers push harder, “Show me, show me how much you want it so I can see that dripping pussy.”

A breathy moan slips out of your throat as you sit up to push the fabric of your leggings down to your ankles. Katsuki releases his hold on your hair, watching your every movement as his gaze drops down to the essence glistening against your swollen lips. You hear his sharp intake of breath, the air hissing between his teeth as his eyes hungrily take you in before he meets your gaze again. His hooded eyes are a shadowed crimson, the heat rising up to your cheeks as you squirm beneath him.

One of his hands moves to grip the top of your thigh, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin as he slips two fingers from his other hand into his mouth. Your pussy tightens, watching him give his fingers a gentle suck as his gaze locks onto yours. The image is lethal, your breath catching at the sight of his wet fingers sliding past his lips and dropping to your aching pussy to tease your entrance. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet baby,” he hisses between his teeth, as he pinches your clit, the pressure enough to pull a gasping moan from your throat.

Your eyes flutter closed as you stifle a moan and lean your head back against the wall. His fingers maddeningly toy with you as you hear him unbuckle his belt. Sheer curiosity makes your eyelids hover open as you look down, taking in the size of him, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft and gliding over the prominent veins to his cherried swollen tip, dripping pre. You want to taste him so badly, your mouth begins to water and all you can think about is feeling his throbbing cock inside you. You don’t give a fuck if it barely fits. Your pussy clenches at the thought, wordlessly begging to be stuffed to the brim.

A low growl ripples through his chest, “I don’t even have to look at your face to know your pussy’s begging for this cock.” He thumbs the throbbing head of his dick, swirling the pre around his tip while his eyes bore into you. You couldn’t look away from his gaze if you wanted to, even as his fingers leave your aching core to pull you down with a rough tug at the crook of your legs, forcing your ass to the edge of the desk. He leans over your body, bringing his face inches away from yours, sliding a pre soaked thumb into your awaiting mouth flattening your tongue against his calloused finger. You wrap your lips around it, gently sucking and swirling your tongue, tasting his arousal for the first time.

A low moan rises from your throat, vibrating around him as you watch his eyes darken. He presses down against your tongue, forcing your mouth open as he growls, “Mmm you’re a naughty little slut aren't you...” His words send your insides fluttering, your hands balling into fists as your muscles tighten, your walls clamping around nothing but air as you pout. You don’t give a fuck anymore. Someone could stand directly in front of that massive fucking window and record the whole fucking thing. It doesn’t matter. You want him, right fucking now. You roll your hips, grinding your wet pussy against his hard cock. His dick twitches in response grinding through your slit and hitting your clit sending a simpering moan spilling from your open mouth.

You feel him press harder against your tongue and his voice drops, “Such a fucking tease,” he slides his length through your swollen lips, his heat seeping into you as he whispers, “You want this fucking cock? Let’s see how quiet you can be and maybe, I’ll let you cum.” He releases your tongue, slipping his hand under your shirt to swirl his slick fingers around your nipple. You bite your lip, attempting to silence the whimpers rising from your throat as your back arches at his touch, your hands craving to touch him. You reach up, sliding your hands under the fabric of his sweater as you drag your nails down his back. A guttural growl emanates from his chest as he ruts against you, every ridge of his thick cock sliding into your clit.

You can feel yourself melting beneath his hands, his fingers tugging at your nipples as his body moves down leaving soft bites and licks in his wake. The heat of his breath and the cool kiss of the metal stud in his tongue meets your dripping center and it’s enough to send goosebumps flooding across your skin. In one swift motion he’s on his knees between your legs, the back of your thighs resting on his shoulders and his hands gripping you to pull your plush wet lips closer to his smirking mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m not going to be able to- “Shhhh,” you watch his lips as he smiles, looking directly at you. You swallow the moan threatening to escape your lips but your shallow breaths are giving you away, he fucking knows I won’t be able to take this...

Then, he’s inhaling you, his tongue slipping into your clenching pussy, licking from your entrance to your clit while he looks directly into your eyes as he pulls away, “Fuck. You taste so fucking good.” His voice is heated and low, the evidence of your arousal glistening on his lips as he speaks. The image sends your insides fluttering, your muscles tensing down to your toes as your legs attempt to constrict around him. You’re squirming already but he’s got you pinned, wide open and spread out, at the mercy of his vicious fucking mouth.

He doesn’t give you a chance to catch your breath before he’s latching onto you, his hot wet tongue delving into your silky walls as his piercing vibrates against you with even the slightest groan. You gasp for air, eyes squeezed shut, fingers intertwined in his hair you grind into him, completely blissed out and swimming in the waves of pleasure ebbing through you with every flick and suck. You’re a fucking mess, trying to maintain some modicum of control as he mercilessly swirls his tongue around your pulsing clit. His teeth nestle around it, gently rolling your bundle of nerves between them as he flicks his piercing against you, pulling a low groan from the depths of your core.

He growls, licking your pussy from your clenching entrance to your base of your clit before he looks up at you, “How am I gonna fuck you if you can’t keep quiet with just my fucking tongue, hmm?” The loss of pressure makes you whine, you’re so fucking close. He smirks at you, one of his hands releases your thigh, dropping down to push two of his thick fingers into your warm weeping center. His eyes follow his movements, watching as you take him in, curling his fingers to brush against your most sensitive spot as he slides in and out of you. It’s too much, but you choke down the sobbing whimper cloying in your throat. Your legs shake, breasts heaving as your panting breaths quicken with every thrust of his fingers. You’re biting your lip so hard to keep quiet you might draw blood, but you lean back, putting your weight on your hands to lift your hips and roll into him, letting his long fingers push deeper inside you.

You clamp down around him, your body begging for more; more feeling, more friction, more pressure, you want every little piece of it. You’re at the edge of your control, your mouth falling open in a silent moan as your eyes flutter closed and your head falls back. You can feel him watching you, humming his approval as his other hand releases your leg, “Mmmm, such a good fucking girl with this greedy fucking pussy. You wanna cum for me don’t you...?”

“Yes-yess, pleeease...haah-fuck, FUCK.”

He breathes a soft laugh over your sopping pussy before he devours your soft lips hungrily, lapping up your slit as the rhythm of his fingers speed up.

“Hnnngh...hah-haah, please-fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He’s drowning you, your senses overflowing with the feeling of heat through your body, pushing you to the brink of release. Your pussy clenches around him, his tongue sending sparks through every nerve, punishing you with his thrumming piercing as he moves to sit up on his knees, pushing further into you. He knows you’re close; his hand slides up your body, his nails dragging across your skin until he reaches your lips, sliding two of his fingers into your panting mouth.

He moans into you, making his piercing vibrate faster. Your mouth waters as you wrap your tongue around his fingers, nibbling and sucking on them. You’re a mess, unable to conjure anything except slurred muffled groans around his thick fingers. His lips pull away just enough for you to feel him growl at you.

“Cum for me, right fucking now.”

Fuck...fuckfuckfuck! Your body reacts to his words, wrapping both hands around his arm, digging your nails into his skin as your climax crashes into you. You’re struggling for air but you don’t need it, the blinding light behind your eyelids rippling with the waves of pleasure imploding from your core. He doesn’t stop, his fingers milking your insides, extending your orgasm for everything you’ve got until he slips them out of you, only to delve into your tightening entrance with his tongue, lapping up every drop of your cum.

“So fucking sweet,” he breathes, slipping his fingers out of your mouth, using both of his hands to push the back of your thighs up, inhaling everything you have left as the last tremors spiral out of your body. Eyes closed, floating in the afterglow of your release, you feel him pull your legs back down as he stands in one swift motion. He grips the top of your thighs, roughly tugging you down until your throbbing core kisses the ridges of his dick. Your eyes snap open. Fuck, he’s fucking huge.

Your expression must’ve voiced your thoughts because he expels are a breathy laugh, “You feel that don’t you, how fucking hard I am from tasting your perfect fucking pussy.” His cock twitches against you and your hips roll into him as you moan, gripping the edge of the desk with both hands as you look up at him. Your legs wrap around his waist, tightening from the flush of heat emanating from your core. You want him inside you, to feel the mind numbing combination of pleasure and pain as he stretches you out.

Your voice is a whimper, “Katsuki….please.” You continue to grind against him, your arousal and his dripping pre making you slick and hot. A guttural growl rips through his chest as he leans over you, the palm of his hand slamming on the wall as he brings his lips to your ear. Your body stills, your breaths coming in shallow pants as his muscle toned body presses against you, “Please, what? Tell me what you want, y/n.”

His tongue flicks at your neck, making your words come out in gasps, “Fuck...fuck me...please, please…” Your hands glide beneath the fabric of his sweater, splaying out to pull him closer into you while your nails dig into him. Your back bows off the surface of the desk, tightening your legs around him trying to gain more friction to appease your swollen clit.

“Be a good girl,” he breathes into your ear, “ and control that pretty mouth of yours or I’ll have to do it for you.”

You bite your lip, your need for him coiling inside you as you feel him push himself up far enough for you to feel him hovering over you. Your eyes meet and his hand moves to position himself into you. The head of his cock presses against your soaking entrance, slowly slipping into you as you fight the low moan rising from your throat. He hisses between his teeth as he watches you, “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” Both of his hands press into the desk, his arms caging you in, as he looks between your bodies, watching himself ease into you inch by inch. He’s already stretching you out, your velvet walls clenching around him as his wet cock slides inside of your clenching pussy. The muscles in his arms tighten, his body tensing as he begins to move his hips, pushing further into you.

“You’re clamping down on me and I’m not even all the way in yet,” he smirks at you, watching your face flush as your pulse quickens. Fuck...he’s going to fucking break me. But you’re too far gone, you want him, and your body speaks for you, lifting your hips as your nails claw into his back. A growl rips through his chest as his head dips, bringing his forehead to yours, “You want it? Okay then…”

Before you’re able to take another breath, he snaps his hips, pulling a yelp from your mouth when he bottoms out inside you. “Fffuck, you feel so fucking good.” You’re whining, struggling to accommodate his size but relishing in the mind numbing feeling of fullness your pussy was already becoming addicted to. “Not so cocky once that pretty little cunt is fucking full, huh?”

The only response you can offer is a whimper as he starts to move. He rotates his hips, grinding deeper into you, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix. You turn your head, your eyes squeezing shut as you try to stifle the sounds rising from your throat. Your open mouth meets his arm and your teeth sink into him as he pulls out just enough to slam back into you hitting your limit. It takes everything in you not to cry out, but the pain is dulled by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure each deep powerful thrust rains down on you.

“Haah-hah, fuck baby, you’re taking me so well.” His movements find a rhythm, rolling his hips again and again filling you to the brim with every snap. The curve of his cock pushes his tip against your most sensitive spot, stirring your insides, making your body temperature rise with every panting breath. The feeling is intoxicating, drunk on the way your bodies move together, every nerve firing, desperate to drink him in more. You roll your hips, taking the full impact of every merciless thrust, your breath hitching as you choke back a sob. Your nails drag across the span of his back as you hear him hiss through his teeth. His muscles tense, back arching as a growl vibrates through his body. “Ah- FUCK. Ooooh, you want it don’t you. Yeah? You want it?”

“Katsuki, please, I want- I want more.” You’re a sputtering mess, your walls fluttering around his hard cock as he pushes off the desk, gripping your thighs in both of his massive hands. He pulls you further down bringing your ass off the edge of the desk. Your body is completely at his mercy as he pushes deeper into you, his fingertips digging into your skin as his pace speeds up. You don’t have time to adjust to his movements, he drives into you, snapping his hips, impaling you over and over.

“Ahh-ah-fffucckk,” you moan, failing miserably at staying quiet, it’s fucking impossible. It feels too good, you’re too full, overflowing with the sensations pulsing through your body. You grab onto the edge of the desk, fingers gripping the wood as his heavy sack smacks against your ass. “Mmmm,” he growls, What? Can't fucking take it? Fuck- cant control that slutty fucking mouth can you? Pussy drooling all over my fucking cock.” He lifts your shirt with one hand pulling it up to your open mouth and you immediately bite down, the fabric doing everything it can to muffle your stuttering moans.

“That’s right. Such a good fucking girl,” his fingers trail down your body, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples as every ridge of his cock fills all the space you have inside you. “Fuck- your so fucking sexy baby- you wanna cum don’t you...keep biting down on that fucking shirt.” You’re so close, so fucking close, the coil in your core threatening to snap. He feels you clamp down on him, moving one hand to press down on your stomach and the other to your throbbing clit.

The pressure pushes your spot against his dick, his punishing thrusts slamming into it every time as he rubs maddening circles around your clit. “Hnnnnf-hnnnngh!” Your shirt muffles your sobs as you squeeze your eyes closed, the tears prickling at the corners as your back arches, your head thrown back as far as it can go. “Fuck yes- cum on this cock baby...cum for me.”

His words are your undoing, any ounce of control you have left exploding into the myriad of colors flashing behind your eyes. The thin thread at the base of your spine snaps, catapulting you into the stratosphere, overheating and gasping for air. The feeling saturates you, expelling any and every thought your mind could attempt to conjure. You squeeze your legs around him, every muscle in your body tightening as your pussy clamps down on his throbbing dick.

“Fuck- FUCK-mmmm, get ready to swallow every drop of this fucking cum baby.” His voice washes over you, the waves of your orgasm still rippling through your body as you feel him slide out of you. He hooks a finger in the neckline of your shirt, pulling you to sit up as he steps back between your legs. Your eyes land on his straining cock, slick from your arousal and the dripping pre his hand is fisting up and down his shaft. “Open...your fucking…mouth.”

You want to taste him, your mouth waters watching his cock twitch in his hands. Your body is so fucking spent, your legs would give out if you tried getting on your knees. You push your ass back, hinging at the hips and leaning forward, looking up at him through your lashes as you hold your tongue out of your open mouth for him. “Ughggh, fuck,” he groans, watching you as the heat from your breath caresses his dick.

His hand moves faster, his breath catching as his muscles tense. “Fuck-FUCK- you’re so fucking sexy baby, you’re gonna take all this fucking cum aren’t you...yeah? Show me...wrap those lips around my dick baby.” Your insides flutter as you swirl your tongue around the swollen pink head of his cock, tasting the mixture of his pre and your arousal. You inhale the intoxicating scent of him before hollowing your cheeks and taking in as much of him as you can. “Hah-haah, just like that baby-FUCK.” He moves his hand from the base of his dick to the back of your head, your eyes widening as he starts to thrust into your mouth.

His other hand rests under your throat, holding you still while he face fucks you. A low moan rises in your throat, vibrating around his cock as his uneven breaths melt into groans and hisses. “So fucking perfect,” he’s panting, his voice raspy and rumbling, “Taste your slutty fucking pussy on my cock baby?- haah-hah- all this cum I’m gonna shoot down your throat’s cus’ve you.” He’s thrusting harder, his pace speeding up as he stretches you out, hitting the back of your throat. You gag around him, your saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth as tears begin to fall, “Choke on that cock baby, that’s right- take - all of it- fuck, Fuck-FUCK!”

The hand on the back of your head fists your hair as he throws his head back, all of his muscles tensing up as he bucks into your mouth spraying hot thick ropes of cum down your throat. You swallow every drop of him, his chest heaving with his heavy breaths as he slides his dick out of your mouth and pulls your hair, making you sit up. His lips crash into yours, his tongue lapping into your mouth, tasting the remains of your combined arousal. He releases the grip on your hair, bringing his hand down to your cheek. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he pulls you in further, sighing into you before he pulls away.

You look up, your gaze meeting the smirk on his face before noticing the smug fucking look in his eyes. You roll your eyes, curling your lips into a grin, “What’s that look for?”

“You had a hard time staying quiet in public,” he says, smiling mischievously at you. “I’m wondering what you’d sound like if I fucked you somewhere else.”

Your eyes narrow. How is he still such a sexy fucking asshole. “I wouldn’t mind testing that theory,” you say, smirking as you lean in, looking up at him, legs dangling off the desk.

"Tch," Katsuki eyes you, his scarlet eyes scanning your body as he steps out from between your legs, pulling his pants up and buckling his belt. He looks over at you, "Then, I don’t know what you’re still sitting there for. I’ve gotta clean up the mess you made.”

You grin at him, the irony of him fucking you until your neighbors can hear you screaming almost makes you laugh, pushing the thought of your class project completely out of your mind.

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