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⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡Acolyte⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

𐙚Yandere! Qimir/The Master x Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Plot: Your loneliness is suffocating, engulfing. Qimir is the only one who seems to subdue the pain. But every forbidden fruit has its price.

⁀➷Warnings: Yandere behavior, gore, angst (at the end), author having an anxiety attack over this fic

🪐Note: Why is the longest thing I've ever written for a fandom that barely exists? Anyway, here's the long-awaited Qimir piece!

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺ : Disturbia - Rihanna, Dark Vacay & Motion Picture Soundtrack - CAS

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆🍓⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Your master's anger is tangible. You harbour it stubbornly on your tongue. Relishing in the frustration. You aren't sure how many times you've cut out your soul to place at a master's feet. Gnawing on perfect lips to keep quiet during another scolding. Your new master's disappointment reverberates through the room. Thick and oozing like an infected wound.

You messed up again.

"We do not injure other padawans during training. We do not lash out and attack, especially when your training partner has fallen. How have you trained for so long without comprehending these basics?"

The rage that boils inside you is not Jedi in nature. It's something else, a bizarre second, something ancient, ghoulish. An all-consuming fire that burns inside your veins. It shouldn't feel so welcoming, so familiar.

You roll your eyes.

"With all due respect master. How is one to win, if they do not strick when given the opportunity? That too should be a basic notion, no?"

You see the anger snake across your master's face. A defeated, disgruntled, glance that you've become a bit too acquainted with. This is the look that all your previous masters give you. And yet none have yet to master its eeriness quite as well as your first master. Master Sol.

Your master sighs, a piercing noise, deflating every ounce of his willpower. You are exhausting to be around, his annoyance is becoming discernible. "Master Sol is coming by the temple to check your...progress. He's requested a few items to take back with him. Please go fetch them from the apothecary."

Progress is a gentle word and Jedi love using gentle words. It's easier to say than the full truth. Sugar-coated things always taste better.

But the sugar refuses to stick to you.

It burns away in your bitterness.

Coruscant is a distant memory, it was never your home to begin with. But the high bustling volume is something that is hard to forget. Here things are quiet, you slip through the bazaar undetected. Small basket clutched tightly. You wonder what's dragging your former master halfway across the galaxy. You wonder if it's really just to see you.

You gaze blankly at the holographic list. A few rare herbs and some medical roots. This planet grows them in abundance, and the local apothecary carries more than its fair share.

The apothecary is an old, disheveled thing. The older Jedi say that its presence is as old as the temple itself. Odd how some things have a will of iron. You gently rap at the worn metal door, waiting for an invitation to enter. The hinges cry as the door opens ever so slightly. You squeeze in, surveying the cluttered den. Careful to avoid the half-empty bottles and neon puddles scattered across the floor.

"Excuse me" your voice holds an urgent annoyance. Where is the pharmacist? What kind of store owner abandons their shop in the midday? You run your fingers across the strange bottles, letting your nails pick at the murky glass. The colors flash, begging to be freed, strange space pinks, and summer oranges all trapped inside square prisons. Baby poisons dying to taste the world, burning it if they must, but experiencing it nonetheless, tasting their own form of freedom. Funny, they almost remind you of yourself.

Trapped and fatal.

"Hello?", the voice behind you is languid, dozy. Mirroring a late afternoon nap. When the man next speaks you notice a lyrical lint "What brings you here little lady?". You turn to see it, the voice, or rather the man harboring the voice. He's loosely robed and shaggy in the way that only the most spirited vagabonds are. He smiles tenderly upon seeing your face, strange red fruit caught between his teeth. "I um...I" you click your tongue anxiously against the roof of your mouth. Feeling around for those pesky words, in the end, you just shove the hologram holder forward, hoping he'll understand.

"Oh, I see, out here doing some chores?" You nod, mind preoccupied with the otherwordly fruit. "what's that?" you ask, schoolgirl curiosity lacing your voice. "What, this?" he asks holding the freckled thing between his fingers, it's only in the mild light that you notice the shimmering gold scattered across its red skin. The stranger laughs, walking closer, he places the hologram base on the black table, clicking it on as he studies the list. "They're called strawberries. They're from the forest planets, not many grow here in the mid-rims." He's nimble as he packs the herbs and roots, fumbling with the straw ties. "care for a bite" he asks, handing you the bitten fruit.

Hesitantly you bite.

Letting the sweetness erupt on your tongue.

"Thank you" you mumble trying not to moan at the foreign taste. The stranger laughs, it's a cheery noise like birds chirping in first bloom tress. "you're a Jedi, aren't you?" he asks stepping around the table, eyebrows furrowed, caught in a dream he doesn't seem to understand. You choke on the rogue static as he steps closer, eyes half-lidded dreaming of nothing. "Here..."

"Wha-" your voice catches in your throat, it's getting harder to breathe.

"Your supplies" He hands you the brown paper bag, motion a little too phlegmatic to be right.

"Oh, right...thanks" You anxiously shove the bag into your basket and scurry out of the shop. Holding your breath.

"Come back soon." the voice chirps behind you.

Your old master arrives by spaceship, a newer, albeit worn model. The landing pad ejects to reveal a small escort.

Master,

Knight,

Padwan,

Apostate,

You stand still watching as they descend. Bits of envy bubble in your throat watching your former master and his band of little heroes. You wish you had their belonging. Forgoing the loneliness to find kinsmanship with your coterie. You swallow down the bitter thoughts as they finally approach you.

Master Sol's smile reaches his eyes. Gentle and wise. The true epidemy of a Jedi in every sense of the word. Funny how he now has two failures under his belt. None of which are capable of scratching his shining repute.

His hands are on your shoulders, bright smile. "My padawan, it's been too long." You try to bow, awkwardly and stiffly. "Mater Sol, I'm grateful you've come to asses my progress". If he hears your doubt he doesn't show it. Instead, he reintroduces you to Yord, Jacki, Osha.

You try to be polite. Gulp down the awkwardness

You imagine the taste of strawberries on your tongue.

Remember their stiff sweetness and prickly tasteless freckles.

You smile. Easier this time.

They'll stay here for some time. Hunting assassins and documenting progress in their free time. Jacki seems more invested in your training than you are, trying to teach you everything she knows. At least she doesn't mind the rough play, the violent strikes, and sloppy prideful defenses. She speaks in pointers and parries. She's the one to drag you along these assassin hunts. Welcoming you...or at least trying to.

But there is something else at play. Darker, broader, Sol and Jecki welcome you into the fray. Yet you still feel your old master's hesitance, he's still wary of you. Worried about your anger, your defiance.

The distance grows, some icy void.

Sol used to tell you fairytales. This was back when you'd been young and bright-eyed. Freshly welcomed into the order and still overflowing with artless hope for a colorful future.

But even back then, he had known there was something wrong with you.

Looking back it was evident.

Every story started and ended the same. Little princess against the big bad world. Holding out until her prince came along. Only problem was the morals never registered right in your little messed-up brain.

Why didn't the princess fall for the dragon, the wolf, the tyrant king with a crown of bones? Why didn't she swoon and sigh over someone rousing, compelling? A paradox wrapped in black ember? Why settle for a sun-painted prince, with no complexities, no mysteries to unravel?

You would have married the dragon, or the wolf, or the tyrant king with a crown of bones.

Even back then, it was evident something was wrong.

The temple's roof isn't restricted per se.

It's rather abandoned as opposed to forbidden.

Maybe that's why you find solace here. The abandonment feels familiar, similar. The chipped cement kisses the soles of your feet, you imagine it's something like walking upon the rough terrain of a star.

You breathe in the night air deeply.

Expecting the fragile scents of moonshine and star glitter.

Instead, you choke on heavy mist and blood-drenched air.

The thing standing in front of you isn't human. It can't be human. It's created from the blackness, ebony in all the ways a living thing shouldn't be. For a second you think you're staring at a black hole. No doubt this creature crawled out of one.

What sheer willpower one must need to drag themselves out of endless nothingness?

"Little Jedi should not brave the night alone."

It speaks

"There are far too many monsters roaming in the dark"

Its face never moves, statue in all the ways the figures towering over the entrance aren't. This statue is something else, a lost page to some forgotten epic. Carved from gems born in darkness. Evil and rotten.

"What are you?" your voice susurrate, quivering in this surreal scene. The air is thicker now, overflowing with raw static.

Your fingers itch for your saber. Only when the cold metal kisses your palm do you regain some semblance of reality.

The hiss, the green light.

The figure chuckles.

Its voice bouncing from every direction. Everywhere all at once. When it speaks the air cackles, raining as if it were a frightened child.

"I am something akin to you, another child of the force" His voice comes out distorted, uneven in tone. "I am what's birthed when one learns of the true strength of the force."

Your body moves on its own, feet kicking the ground sprinting faster and faster before the final leap. You aim for the helmet, for the morbid toothy grin permanently etched within steel. In a flash the word stills, floating around you like fluorescent bubbles, the rain tumbles around you, curving and diving for the wet ground. It dares not land on something within his grasp.

You feel the slithering across your body. They start from the ground, summed from the unknown depths. Clinging firmly to your ankles before inching up your knees, your hips, your neck.

long, slipper tendrils curling around your body. The figure watches, bare arm outstretched. You should probably be focused on how the unseen things are inching closer to your mouth. Not on the toned muscles and limber fingers of the monster. Not on how, for a fraction of a heartbeat, his smile appears genuine, caring, aimed straight at you.

Only You

They finally reach your lips, prying your teeth ajar and flooding your mouth. Sinking deeper and deeper into your soul, your mind, you.

The smile grows.

In a blink you're suspended in the space between worlds, dark damning thing cradling your body.

"The dark side once belonged to the Jedi, yet they chose to discard it. Deeming it malignant, ungovernable."

Your weightlessness unnerves you. You're malleable in this void.

"Those few who embraced its calling were dubbed Sith." He says the word with such fervent pride. Devoted to it's weight and all it carries. You try to roll the word off your own tongue only for it to burn the roof of your mouth.

The stranger stalks closer, lethal and lithe.

The void vibrates, the darkness bends to his will.

He reaches down to cup your face. His fingers feel warm, welcoming. You nuzzle into his palm, fighting the urge to kiss each finger and suck on the dark force they emit. "You..." he starts, his voice shakes you to the core. Its horror amplifies with the proximity. You wonder if it'll cut through steel, armor, flesh.

your flesh.

"You aren't like the other temple dwellers. You have potential."

His thumb presses your lower lip, demanding entrancing. You comply, needing to feel something solid.

Something you've been denied your whole life.

"They keep you locked away. Trading you between craven masters. Seeing who can tame you first."

He nicks his thumb on your teeth,

Pressing bone into dentin.

His essence drips into you.

He tastes of power.

Of dark, dreadful things you can not name.

"They do not know how to train you. How to use your power..."

The world crumbles, ebony midnights giving way to reality. You feel yourself fall, plunging through the air like a comet bent on destruction.

"They only break you further"

Your knees collide with the harsh ground. Skin splintering in the aftermath giving way to bruises and bloodmarks.

The ground feels too solid beneath you.

A poly, a ruse.

You all but expect to melt through it. Slipping and falling into the vacuum, into him, once more.

He hovers above. Absolute in his strength. You're beginning to believe that blackholes birth divinity. Eyes shimmering with fanatic fidelity, staring up at the holy creature commanding the storm.

"Teach me..."

You've never begged for anything so terribly in your life.

But you need this.

this power

this control.

him.

Sol never told just how the princess met the villain.

He never said it wasn't love at first fright.

Sol insists that the local apothecary knows the truth behind the Jedi-killer. Definite that the unseemly man can tell you something important. He sends Osha inside to play Mea. To get the man to talk.

You crowd around the communicator urging back giggles. Yord's chin is placed upon your shoulder and Jecki's cheek rests against yours. Their touches come so early. And yet they are utterly alien.

"He will be so pleased." No sooner have the words chime from the corroded speakers that Sol is ushering you all towards the small metal hut.

Yord entwines his fingers with you as he runs.

Jacki wraps around your arm.

You feel at times they are trying to tame you.

Befriend the feral puppy they found in the backyard.

The apothecary's face is utterly stunned. He's stammering over his words fear glistening in his eyes as he stares at Sol. "Please, please don't wipe my memories. Or whatever it is you Jedi do." A rosy blush colors your cheeks, at his terror. It's terribly amusing seeing someone so carless, anxiously list off everything he knows. You almost feel bad for the poor scared man.

There isn't anything important here. But Sol decides that you will all return at midnight. The Jedi-killer will be back. Apparently, Qimir -that's his name, that the strawberry-eating, disheveled pharmacist's name- is holding something of value for her.

There's a tug on your wrist as you go to follow the others. Gentle and firm as he pulls you to his chest. "Come by tonight. I'll have some strawberries waiting for you." why does he feel too genuine? When you turn to look at him, he's painted in his usual sweet carefree smile that tugs at your heart.

He looks so innocent...

Starlight really brings out his eyes. He's laughing with a nervous smile,

School-boy crush on full display. You're licking strawberry juice from your hands as you listen to him talk. Backs pressed against the rusty wall and bodies half sprawled in the dirt. He's telling you about the first time the Hutts made him retrieve a plushie for their son from another solar system.

Qimir's voice feels like rose peddles melting into your skin. Sweet, jejeune, free. You offer him a berry from your pile. Watching tentatively as he submerges the red fruit into his mouth. Missing your fingers by an inch. He's laughing after the fact, head thrown back as if he's about to engulf the stars. You decide to laugh too.

"Are you really that lonely," he says in a voice that's almost not his own. You're not expecting the invasive question, although you guess he means well. The words still cut deep. Piercing through the laughter, stunning you for a breath too long. "No...I'm a Jedi, we do not-"

"Form personal connection. I know...But you just look so lonely." He shuffles closer, the dirt particles almost look celestial in this light. Your fingers pitch a civil war. Pinching and clawing at each other. "No, yes. I don't really get along with the others." He rolls his eyes, bored and amused in the same breath. "Yeah, no wonder your money." He's picking at another strawberry, letting the crunch fill up the silence. You're beginning to think he just likes having something to chew on. Gulping down the anxiety with something toothsome.

He's a little closer now, fingers gingerly tucking back your hair. His fingerprints reverberate across the shell of your ear. Lips gliding against yours. You swallow as his lips fall across yours, pushing sweet stars past parted lips. He tastes of odd things, whimsy things. Everything you'll never come to understand. Xeno fruits and asteroid fields. His fingers glide up your arms, leaving moondust in their wake. He slowly parts, holding you softly with his soulful dark eyes

"You taste so sweet"

Strawberry, Starberry, You kiss him a little too deeply.

Maybe your new master is right.

Maybe there are other ways of being a Jedi.

The movie playing is doused in shades of rose and lilac. Gentle in all the ways. Everyway. The twi'lek girl is in love with the zabrak boy and their families do not approve. You think you remember Sol telling you a similar tale.

The makeshift auditorium is cozy. Brown couch housing the three of you and your armada of blankets and popcorn buckets. Jacki's head is in your lap, you're playing with the end of her braid imagining the hair to be the lace of a Love-sick girl's ballgown. Yord's arm traverses the length of your arm, absentminded as he studies the motion picture, poking holes in the lose rose-tainted plot. Your head rests against his broad shoulder taking in his new cologne.

Maybe you really did miss them.

Jacki reaches for the popcorn, offering you some before shoving a handful into her mouth. You think the little symmetry-less kernels would taste better with a strawberry glaze. Qimir flashes across your mind, smiling sweetly as he tilts his head.

You think you're a little too similar to the star on screen.

Pinning after forbidden love,

Forbidden power.

Master Sol is growing acutely aware of your drastic improvements. He's noticed the betterment in your offense, your defense. To the way, you wield your saber, your techniques, and yourself. There is esteem in the way he smiles. In the words of praise, you've longed to hear. But you notice the lingering glances, the undertone of skepticism and worry when he asks about practice. He doesn't need to know of the black-glad creature that trains you in the unholy hours.

He doesn't need to know how beautifully your new master sculpts your rage into lessons. Teaching you how to wrangle the force and control it. How to use it to make the world bow.

These things will remain secret. For you fear Sol and the others will strip them of you. Strip them of the new master you've come to worship.

"Do you think people glow when they fall in love?" Jacki's voice is filled with sleep. Eyes closed as she murmurs remnants of movie memory. "No, I don't believe they do" you answer. "too...bad" There was a yawn there darling and vigorous like the rests of her. She looks so sweet like this, infantile in all the ways she can't be. Little girl dreaming of something impossible. You wonder if Sol's told her the fairytales too. You kiss the crown of her head, your baby sister you think. And big brother Yord, snoring with his head thrown back.

Maybe you should test her theory. rising softly from the couch you make your way to the door. Throwing one final glance at your sleeping siblings. Before going to find Qimir.

His lips ghost over yours, spilling star-clad secrets between each kiss. The apothecary has never been so dark, so secret, so secluded. Qimir's lips glided across your neck biting the flesh and licking the little diamond droplets of blood. Your nails rack across his spine, the wool of his throw-over itching the backs of your hands. "So precious" he mumbles, voice ridden with want, need. it's criminal how desperately he needs to feel you. You writhe under him, "Qimir, kiss." you whine. His lips feel like a lifeline, something keeping you sain. He pushes fireflies and lava pearls inside you, carving you open and enjoying you

He always enjoys you.

It's foggy outside when his tongue clashes against yours. A thick unsettling mist banging against the darkened window. "You're custom-made for me" Qimir mumbles against your lips. "Custome tailored" you boldly correct. "ummm, sure" his hands pinch at your hips, clawing mindlessly and leaving tails to your thighs. But the sensations are growing distant, you hear the heavy hum of saber activation. You psyche cracks

The world is dark,

He alone is absolute.

Your master's mask flashes dangerously across your mind. "Master Sol would be disappointed". You've heard that line a million times. Still, the words cut a little too deep coming from your demiurger. "Gullible" you don't understand, what have you done to earn his rage? He's gone, leaving you in the emptiness, you taste the charcoal from the landscape under your tongue.

Still, you long to call after him.

"Master"

The darkness subsides with the feeling of softness across your muscles. A breeze stirs you from the clutches of slumber. "Good morning" Qimir chirps, soft smile greeting you as you open your eyes. "Qimir, when did I?" he laughs, it's such a pretty sound this early in the morning. Sweet like caramel tea. He kisses your forehead. His quietude is commendable, he tries to calm you with feather-light kisses. You laugh pushing the covers away and still. Frozen.

What's this

The nightgown is lacy and short. It drapes expensively against your skin. Marring it with its tenderness. "Qimir, what's this!" he chuckles, "I couldn't let you sleep in those robes, they looked uncomfortable." You want to argue, to scream, and be angry. But the rage boils down slowly as you notice something dangling around your wrist. A bangle, and an anklet you notice later, black and gold entwined in patterns mirroring lighting stricks. "They're from Korriban, I had some relatives there." oh, why does that planet sound so familiar? "Thanks, but ask me next time before you go playing dress-up doll with my sleeping body" He pouts and can't help but trail a string of mouthy kisses across his neck. Qimir shuffles pulling you onto his lap. Pushing his nose under your chin. His eyes are honey-deo, adoring and scheming. "But you're mine." The possessive ness that flesh across his face is alarming. So is how tightly he grips your waist. It's only in this state of half-undressed that you begin to notice the taut muscles of his arms.

During your most recent lesson, your master gifts you a ripe juicy strawberry. He says it'll focus you, replenish your wither strength. You eat it a little too quickly, forgetting to savor the pink blush within. You believe too ferociously in everything your master says.

He can never be wrong.

You love the way your new master splatters blood across your sleeves. Be it yours or his enemies. He's started taking you out on his kills, having you watch as he hacks and mauls. His enemies must die, no one who doubts such marvels should be granted the privilege of life.

He's only ever spoken in half-riddles.

"Unfortunately legacy is a fickle thing. Tenacious, fervent, yet frail and erratic. No matter how hematological, we all read our bones differently."

The rain falls to your ragged heartbeat. Fast one minute and slow the next. You stick out your tongue desperate for a few drops. Your body is on fire, every muscle pushed to its limit. But the Force is screaming inside you, thumping dangerously between your fingers. You're ready for the next round. Saber ready and only half mesmerized as your master pulls out another blood-red saber. You charge, rage pumping deliciously through your body.

You forget to ask him where he got the berry from.

The next Jedi to die will be Kelnacca. That's why Sol is dragging all of you to the forest planet of Khofar. You think the name is utterly hilarious, the others don't understand the mirth.

Between briefings and Jacki and Yords packing quarrels. You sneak out to say goodbye to Qimir. Scribbling a half eligible not to leave for your master. But the apothecary is deserted upon your arrival, only a taped note on a half-full mortar.

'Gone to get more Strawberries.

Be back soon.'

You wonder if Khofar has strawberries.

Strawberry, Starberry, you're falling between the cracks of so many.

The Sun on Khofar is red, barely breaching the thick canopy. Maybe it's for the best. This scene is not one to remember, but how can you make yourself forget?

Death looms.

Permanent, Eternal

The fighting began in twilight.

The sky has grown two shades darker since.

He had floated in from the high reaches. You'd almost called out to him, 'master', the words die bitterly on your tongue. His saber ignites in the carnage, light growing redder after each kill. The bodies fall haphazardly stirring the quiet night.

Your saber falls onto the woodchip ground. No sound. He has followed you here. Yet it is not you, he seeks. Your master mask is haunting, in the dark the silver mouth glows bright white. Even against a massacre

the smile never relents.

He twirls the red saber with lethal accuracy, red arc severing another life. 'Take the right!' Jacki screams through the force, her eager voice bouncing inside your cranium. 'Don't' you scream but she's already attacked.

Saber sings saber.

Golden light flickers.

Forward. Backward. Lunge. Parry. Flunge.

Just like you practiced. Back in the quiet of the training room. Is it too late to return to the matted ground and wooden swords? Too late for safe comfort?

You won't take it for granted this time you swear.

Your master attacks with vicious zeal, cutting through the light. His black robes bleeding into the night. Jacki, scurries backward, trying to block with every ounce of strength. In one swift move, she spins freeing herself and assaulting his head with the metal of her weapon.

The mask clutters to the ground.

You scream.

He looks every bit the villain here. Blood drenched, water drenched. Smiling like the wolf in a child's picture book. Qimir's face stares back at you, hair matted to his forehead. He's panting, spent. You've never seen him toil. Dreaming him incapable of harm.

Yet he stands above the corpses. Wolf's teeth bared as he slices through the little girl.

It's been years since Master Sol tucked you into bed. Years since he's read you a story and listened to your baseless questions about romances.

You've finally gotten your answer. Painted in a shade of red indistinguishable from black.

Because the villain is too vile to be loved.

You run, catching the limp corpse before it joins the rest, you cradle her close. Tears landing on the orange of her face. There are no strawberry romances here. No sweet forbidden fruits. Just pain, hollow, empty, rotten. "Jacki" your voice muffles into her robes, rain-soaked, tear-soaked.

"Was that its name?" his voice doesn't sound right. No cheerful hellos or drowsy laughs. It's all menacing now, grating and hollow lilt. "Qimir" you wail, sob half caught in your throat. "It can't be you." He shakes his head, smile crooked and maniacal. "I'm afraid so, little one." The force pushed you up, pulling you to him. Qimirs head tilts, his fingers dancing around your throat. Squeezing squeezing squzing. Your glossy eyes take in his unruly appearance. Even now your master looks utterly perfect. Muscles relaxed as he steals your breath. "Master" you whine, your heart shouldn't be hammering like this, leaping through beats like something lovesick.

"(Y/n)" golden light fills the clearing. Yord runs, Prince Charming in every way you should have loved.

Qimir releases you, only to nestle your neck in the crook of his arm. "Don't worry darling. I'm almost done." He blocks the first attack.

Second, third. Yord scrambles to pull you away, missing each time. "Let her go" The urgency in his voice rattles you. He did love you.

Little sister, little princess.

Why is only starting to make sense now?

There's a crack, so loud it echoes across the woods.

"NO"

Yord's body joins the rest.

no no no

"Where were we?" Qimir is every bit the villain.

The dragon, the wolf, the tyrant king with a crown of bones.

"You lied to me, you killed them. Why, why would you do this."

"Because the Jedi say I can not exist." Sith, right those things were supposed to be evil. Hailing from Koriiban, the evil Jedi forced to flee. And here you were having so readily given yourself to the enemy.

The blood flows free in the rain. Dozens of bodies drained.

There's a river of blood. You kneel by the holy thing, dipping your cupped hands into the crimson. You drink deeply from the massacre thinking it'll taste sweet. Qimir pulls you in holding your throat as he submerges you.

Baptized in blood

The world flashes red.

It feels so free here. Floating weightless, letting everything be. The rage can not find you in these depths. Free like an adrift astromech. Free to float amongst the stars.

When you emerge again. The world has grown brighter. You see the wide-eyed bodies, even Sol is among the dead, you swear you see disappointment in his lifeless orbs. You gulp, swallowing the euphoric faint. You see your new master before you. Swimming to him carefully, following the gentle tug of the force. Prey meets predator. Qimir chuckles, the water is shallow by the banks. He sits awaiting, on his makeshift throne.

There is no sympathy here you should know better

"You took adorable" Qimir rasps. Hot breath fanning your ear. "Master Qimir" you mumble shifting as he pulls you onto his lap. He laughs this is submission, a breath away from grasping his desire. He cups your cheeks, drifting his hands to your shoulders. Pulling you closer, bodies melting into one.

His kisses still taste like strawberries. Sweet and metallic. All possession and domination. Biting lips and tongue and flesh. Spilling fresh poison with each snip of your neck. He licks the blood from your fingers with feral pleasure. Swirling his tongue around each digit and pulling it further down his hungry mouth. You swallow the darkness from his tongue, letting him snuff out the little embers of light. The stars are burning away bit by bit. He pushes you under again.

Mornings on Khofar are dark, caught in a perpetual twilight. Qimir wraps his robes around you letting the midnight sink into your bones. "The ships a bit of a walk. But we should be there before noon." You paddle after him. Fingers lashing awkwardly at his hand. He turns and offers you that tilted smile once more, mask bouncing in his free hand.

"Master qimir" you confess, it feels so light on your tongue. Like clutching dying white-dwarf-stars behind your teeth. He chuckles, snapping a berry from a nearby bush. His smile sings of triumph, victory, earned in blood. He places the fruit amongst your teeth. You, his little war prize.

"My little acolyte"

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hyuniemyunie · 26 days ago

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Nocturnal pull☆ミ

Shadow the hedgehog x gn reader

sfw

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(ФωФ): established relationship, shodow is experiencing...INSTINCTS!!

i have way too many fandoms i fear

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･

The night air was cool, thick with the scent of damp earth and the faintest trace of ozone from a recent storm. You sat on the back porch of your shared home, knees pulled up to your chest, watching the stars flicker between breaks in the rolling clouds. The moonlight caught on the edges of wet leaves, casting silver highlights on the grass below. It was quiet—except for the faint, rhythmic sound of something rustling against the wooden floorboards behind you.

Shadow.

You didn’t have to turn around to know he was there. You had long since learned the cadence of his movements—the way his footfalls barely made a sound when he walked, how he hesitated just a second before stepping closer, like he was still adjusting to the idea of sharing space with another. Tonight, though, there was something… different. His pacing was persistent, almost anxious, though he would never admit it.

You sighed and turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of him over your shoulder. He wasn’t sitting next to you like usual. Instead, he was hovering just a few feet away, shoulders tense, eyes flickering between you and the surrounding area. His quills twitched, shifting slightly every time the wind rustled through the trees. His arms were crossed, but you could see the subtle flex of his fingers against his biceps—restless, agitated.

“…What are you doing?” you asked softly.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he huffed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other before finally uncrossing his arms.

“…Keeping watch.”

You blinked. “For what?”

His gaze snapped to you, sharp and unwavering, before darting away again as if he was embarrassed to admit it. “…Anything.”

Your heart squeezed at that. It wasn’t unusual for Shadow to be protective—he had long since appointed himself as your unofficial guardian, even before you had started dating. But this was different. The way he was holding himself, the constant flicking of his ears, the barely restrained energy in his stance—it reminded you of something. Something instinctual.

“Shadow,” you said, your voice a little softer now. “Are you…” You hesitated, but the thought was already forming in your mind. “Are you feeling antsy because it’s nighttime?”

He stiffened.

You bit your lip, fighting back a smile. Oh. Oh, this made so much sense.

Hedgehogs were nocturnal, weren’t they? Well, mostly—Shadow had been genetically engineered, so he didn’t exactly follow all the rules of a normal hedgehog, but still. His habits had always leaned toward the night. He was most active after sundown, even when he pretended not to be.

And right now, it seemed like his instincts were in full force.

“Shut up,” he muttered, turning his head away, but the slight twitch of his nose betrayed him.

You nearly melted on the spot.

“Awhh..” you whined, pushing yourself up onto your knees and reaching for him. “You’re all fidgety. Oh my god, are you having one of those little… instinct things??”

“I am not—”

“Oh my god, you are.” You gasped, covering your mouth in mock horror. “Wait. Are you sniffing the air right now?”

Shadow immediately stopped, his nose wrinkling as if he could somehow undo the fact that he had, in fact, been scenting the breeze. His quills bristled slightly, and he turned his back to you, clearly trying to regain his dignity.

You weren’t having it.

“Come here,” you said, reaching for him again. “Let me love you.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“…No.”

You pouted, but he didn’t budge. He was still lingering near the porch steps, his posture tense like he was still resisting the urge to prowl the perimeter. His instincts were telling him to move—to be alert, to patrol, to make sure nothing was lurking in the dark that could pose a threat to you. It was ridiculously cute.

You stood up and stepped forward, slowly sliding your arms around his waist from behind, pressing your cheek against the back of his shoulder. He tensed for a moment before sighing, his muscles relaxing under your touch.

“You don’t have to be on high alert all the time, you know,” you murmured.

“I do.”

You hummed. “Even in a completely safe area?”

“Yes.”

“Even though I am literally right here, clinging to you, completely unbothered?”

“…Yes.”

You grinned, squeezing him a little tighter. “You’re ridiculous.”

He didn’t respond, but you could feel his chest rise and fall with a deep, steady breath. He was grounding himself—letting the warmth of your touch settle him, pulling himself back from the edge of that lingering restlessness.

Then, just as you were about to pull away, he did something that made your brain short-circuit entirely.

He nudged you.

Not a normal, casual nudge. Not a bump of the shoulder or an affectionate push. No—this was different. It was small, subtle, but unmistakable.

He pressed the side of his face against yours, just briefly, just enough for you to feel the velvety texture of his fur against your skin before he pulled back.

You froze.

He had never done that before.

“…Did you just nuzzle me?”

Shadow immediately stiffened again, realization flashing through his eyes.

“…No.”

“Oh my god.” Your voice was barely a whisper, eyes wide with delight. “You did. You totally did.”

“Forget it.”

“NO.” You latched onto him again, this time with full force, rubbing your cheek against his like an overly affectionate housecat. “You can’t just do that and expect me to let it go!”

He groaned, attempting to pry you off, but it was half-hearted at best. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re the cutest thing to ever exist.”

“I am not—”

“You nuzzled me.”

“Let it go.”

“NEVER.”

Despite all his complaints, he didn’t push you away. He let you cling to him, let you melt against him in the cool night air, let you press tiny kisses along his jawline until his ears flicked in mild irritation. And, after a long moment, just when you thought he was done being openly affectionate, he did it again—just the lightest, briefest brush of his muzzle against your temple before he muttered, “Go inside. It’s cold.”

You grinned, squeezing him one last time before stepping back toward the door. “Only if you come too.”

He hesitated, casting one last glance toward the dark tree line before exhaling softly. “…Fine.”

You beamed, grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the house.

He followed.

The night stretched on, the world quiet except for the distant rustling of trees and the occasional chirp of a lone insect. Shadow followed you inside, reluctantly allowing himself to be pulled along by your hand, though his movements were still tinged with a sort of controlled tension—like a wild animal forcing itself to step into unfamiliar territory.

You knew he was still fighting the urge to go back outside, to circle the perimeter of your home until his instincts were satisfied that you were safe. He had always been like this—hyper-aware, hyper-vigilant, a creature of habit and deeply ingrained instincts that he barely acknowledged, let alone indulged.

But tonight? Tonight, he had already let something slip.

You still couldn’t get over it. He had nuzzled you.

The moment replayed in your mind, making your chest tighten with the sheer force of how much you adored him. Shadow, the Ultimate Lifeform, the cold and composed warrior, had just succumbed to the tiniest, most subconscious act of affection.

And now you had to push your luck.

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, you spun on your heel, eyes gleaming with mischief. Shadow barely had a second to react before you wrapped your arms around him again, burying your face against his neck.

He stiffened instantly. “What are you doing?”

“Absorbing your cuteness.”

“Stop that.”

“Never.” You tightened your hold, swaying slightly from side to side, nuzzling into the soft fur at the base of his quills. “You can’t just nuzzle me and expect me to move on like it didn’t happen. You cuddled me, Shadow.”

“It wasn’t a cuddle.”

“It was a cuddle, and I’m going to keep bothering you about it until you admit it.”

His ear flicked in irritation, but he made no effort to actually push you away. Instead, he let out a slow exhale, his muscles gradually losing their rigidity as he allowed himself to stand there, letting you cling to him like a particularly stubborn barnacle.

You felt his head tilt slightly, just enough for him to scent your hair, and that was when you knew—you had won.

You smirked. “You’re doing it again.”

Shadow immediately pulled back, scowling. “You’re imagining things.”

“AM I?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Or are you subconsciously engaging in more hedgehog behaviors because you love me?”

His glare darkened, but his silence was damning.

You gasped dramatically. “OH my god, you do.”

“I am going to Chaos Spear you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You’re right,” he deadpanned. “It would be a waste of energy.”

You grinned up at him. “So you do love me?”

The hesitation lasted only a second before he sighed, eyes flickering away from yours. “…Obviously.”

Your heart melted. He said it so casually, so bluntly, and yet there was something undeniably warm beneath the words. He had never been the type to offer sweet, flowery confessions, but every time he acknowledged his feelings—every time he chose to stay, to let you in, to soften even the slightest bit—it made you fall for him even more.

You cupped his face between your hands, fingertips brushing against the dark fur of his cheeks. He tensed but didn’t pull away.

“Shadow,” you whispered, your voice softer now, more sincere. “I love you, too.”

His ears twitched. He didn’t say anything right away, but his gloved hands came up to rest against your waist, a feather-light touch that spoke volumes.

And then, to your utter delight—he nuzzled you again.

It was subtle, so brief that anyone else might have missed it. But you felt it—the tiny, barely-there press of his muzzle against your cheek, the way his breath fanned warm against your skin for just a second before he pulled away.

It was enough to send your heart into a frenzy.

“…shadow.” you croaked, eyes wide.

He immediately looked regretful. “Forget that happened.”

“NO.” You grabbed onto him like your life depended on it, shaking him slightly. “YOU DID IT AGAIN.”

He scowled, clearly rethinking every decision he had made that had led to this moment. “I didn’t.”

“YOU DID. OH MY GOD, YOU LOVE ME SO MUCH, IT’S KILLING YOU, ISN’T IT?”

Shadow groaned, prying your hands off him as if physically removing you would end the conversation. “Go to bed.”

“I CAN’T.” You were practically vibrating at this point. “I’M TOO BUSY PROCESSING THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE INSTINCTS AND YOU CAN’T HELP BEING AFFECTIONATE—”

Shadow disappeared.

One moment he was in front of you, the next he had Chaos Controlled away, vanishing into thin air with a crackle of red energy.

You blinked at the empty space where he had stood.

“…He’ll be back,” you muttered to yourself.

And sure enough, about ten minutes later, you felt the faintest shift in the air behind you—the softest brush of warmth as Shadow reappeared, moving toward the bed like nothing had happened.

You didn’t say anything at first. You waited until he settled down, until the room was dark and quiet, until he was lying beside you with his back turned, pretending he was unaffected.

Then, slowly, you rolled over and pressed your forehead against his back.

“…I know you like it when I hold you,” you whispered.

Shadow didn’t move, but his ear twitched again.

“…Tch,” he muttered, but after a long pause, he sighed, shifting just slightly—just enough to let you press yourself closer, just enough to let you tangle your legs with his.

And that was all the permission you needed.

With a triumphant hum, you wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing yourself flush against his back. He was warm—solid, steady, the quiet hum of his breathing lulling you into comfort.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. The night stretched on, and the weight of sleep started pulling you down.

Then, just before you drifted off, you felt it again—so faint you almost thought you imagined it.

A tiny, almost imperceptible nuzzle against the top of your head.

Your heart squeezed.

“…Cutie,” you mumbled sleepily.

Shadow exhaled, resigned. “…Shut up.”

But he didn’t pull away.

#shadow the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow x reader #shadow x you #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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onesidedradiostatic · 11 months ago

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the #radio silence tagging problem in the hazbin fandom

said I would make a more eye-catching psa about this, here it is

**although #radiosilence WITHOUT the space is better than #radio silence with the space, I would still like to discourage it, will elaborate later

and 90% of the time, they will listen and change accordingly.

and oh yeah. about that book.

Why shouldn't #radio silence be used?

Radio Silence is the name of a book set in the heartstopper universe by alice oseman.

(which also features a canon aspec character, pictured on the right: aled last!)

and as such: #radio silence is their MAIN FANDOM tag. it is inconsiderate to flood their tag with content from another fandom, especially one as popular as hazbin hotel. but unfortunately, this is something that is already happening because of radiosilence as a ship tag.

and if you're not convinced this is something that bothers radio silence fans, here's some input from the fans themselves:

Wait, so is #radiosilence without the space still fine to use?

it's better than the mistagging of #radio silence with the space. but ONLY on tumblr, because on tumblr, we're allowed the privilege of adding spaces to tags.

I still would like to discourage it though, because for as long as this tag is popularly in use, there will constantly be people mistagging it with a space. I've done what I could to nudge people to fix their tagging but I can't constantly keep this up.

plus, on other sites such as tiktok and twitter, #radiosilence IS literally the main tag for the book because you literally can't add spaces for tags on those sites. so the radio silence book fandom is likely even more drowned out on those sites than here on tumblr because of the popularisation of #radiosilence as a tag for one-sided radiostatic.

I will not be forcing anyone to ditch #radiosilence without the space as a tag though, especially when it's already so popularly used and essentially impossible to get everyone to change it, but I encourage you to go for other options if you are willing to such as:

#onewaybroadcast

decided via a poll last month that was ongoing before #radiosilence was initially popularised, held by ChaoticAce2005 and me.

it's the tag that I always use for one-sided radiostatic and is decently used by others as well! and you won't run into any issue with clashing with the radio silence/osemanverse fandom at all this way. but again, I will not force you, all I ask is that AT THE VERY LEAST, don't tag #radio silence with the space and to nudge others to change it if they do.

please help to silence the radio silence tag!

(the tagging issue on tiktok and twitter are outside of my jurisdiction as I don't engage with hazbin on twitter and I don't even use tiktok, but if possible, it would be appreciated if anyone is able to spread the alternate tag #onewaybroadcast on those sites too to discourage flooding the radio silence book fandom! I believe the original person to coin #radiosilence has been doing work to discourage it on tiktok too, any help is appreciated!)

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head---ache · 5 months ago

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Hi quick message for any minors that see this. As an adult in fandom spaces I get a lot of minors (i dont know if theyre kids or teenagers and frankly its none of my business) wanting to befriend me fairly often. I can tell you I don't intend on harming you at all, but the thing is, you dont know that for sure, in fact, you cant be sure about the intentions of anyone on the internet, so please, for your own safety, be careful when approaching adults in fandom spaces. I'm not saying you can't interact with us, in my case you're actually welcome to interact freely with my posts! But be mindful that there's people who could harm you, and these people will take advantage of the fact that you want to approach them. So please, take care of yourself, and always keep in mind that this person you're interacting with, if they're an adult, they naturally hold a position above you, that's just how things are, you are a child, they're an adult, so don't give them the chance to take advantage of that position.

#sorry im just thinking ab it #i often get minors trying to talk to me #and it kind of scares me how eager they seem to befriend me. like. a complete stranger #and again you cant know for sure whos creepy and whos not so just be careful with everyone

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eempyreall · 25 days ago

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♪ 𝑊𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑀𝐴𝑋 𝑓𝑡. 𝐿𝑖𝑙 𝑈𝑧𝑖 𝑉𝑒𝑟𝑡 ♪

༺ Headcanons ༻

Headcanons ~ Tokyo Revengers (Separate) x Female Reader

Summary ~ Scenes where the guys crash out on you—yandere style

Featuring ~ Sano Manjiro, Ryuguji Ken, Mitsuya Takashi, Baji Keisuke, Hanemiya Kazutora, Matsuno Chifuyu, Kawata Brothers, Tetta Kisaki, Shuji Hanma, Kokonoi Hajime, Inui Seishu, Kurokawa Izana, Kakucho, Haitani Brothers, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Sano Shinichiro, Akashi Takeomi, and Imaushi Wakasa

Extra Notes ~*Duos: The Haitani brothers, Kawata brothers, BajiTora, KisaHanma, KokoNui, IzaKakucho, and WakaNichiro. The men are not romantically together in this.

*It gets way more unhinged as the characters go. Like way darker.

*I didn’t realize how hard I’d fuck with the Kawata brothers scene. The BajiTora one too. 😩

*Obviously the Sanzu one is my favorite since he’s my favorite but it’s lowkey funny af, like he totally would do some shit like that. I might want to make a longer version of that one.

This story should only be posted under eempyreall on my tumblr. Report if you see it posted under anyone else but me.

l apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Warning ~

You and the characters are 21+. Although I picture the reader as a black cis-gendered female, physical appearance will not be described at all.

Content within this story may not be realistic or factual.

I do not condone any of the behavior displayed within the story.

There may be dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit content, sexual content, non consensual and/or dubious consensual content, etc.

That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑦：

“You’re leaving me?” Mikey gave a breathless chuckle in response to your back turned to him. His arms rested on his lap as he sat on the couch in your living room.

Your attention circled back to him as your fingers fiddled with the ends of your top. “Manjiro, I just need some space.”

His blonde hair swayed slightly as he tilted his head. “Space from me?”

You could feel the pit in your stomach as your heart thumped against your chest. You knew Mikey had always been unpredictable, but you had never seen him like this.

His gaze was sharp, the dark irises piercing into you as the color drained from his face. The undersides of his eyes were dark, and a frown tugged at his lips.

Although this moment wasn’t expected, you had noticed a change in his behavior before this situation occurred. He started leaving your texts on read, distancing himself, going quiet, and acting like someone else—someone who contrasted his usual lighthearted demeanor. It was unnerving.

Your problem with him has always been communication. So, finally exhausted from the confusing behavior, you decided to end things. You thought he would’ve been okay with it, but you were dead wrong.

Before you could register any movement, he had you pinned against the front door, the palms of his hands grasping your cheeks tightly as you reach for his wrists.

“M—Manjiro! Get off of me, now!” You were intimidated by the look on his face.

“Don’t do that,” his voice lowered just above a whisper as he switched to gripping the sleeves of your shoulders, his head dropping to your neck. “You can’t leave me, Y/n. It’s not fair.”

What you hadn’t realized was that during the time Mikey was distant, he had been testing you—testing your loyalty, seeing if you cared, and waiting to see if you would keep trying. He wanted you to prove that you loved him—that you wouldn’t leave him. He needed you to.

“I thought you wanted this!” You exclaimed, tears pricking your eyes as you gripped his chest. “You’re so confusing, Mikey. I don’t know what else to do!”

“I know, I know,” he murmured, his lips trailing up your neck before he pulled back to look you dead in the eyes. “It’s alright. I know you love me. I love you too.”

“I know that you could never leave me, right? You just did it because you were desperate for my attention, yeah?” he cooed, meeting your foreheads.

You nodded in response.

You hated the way he made you feel crazy.

“Say it. Prove your love for me. Prove to me that you won’t leave me,” his voice was still low as he used his thumbs to wipe your tears.

“I love you, Mikey. I won’t ever leave you.”

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𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛：

Draken isn’t the type to lose himself when it comes to relationships. He carries himself with a sense of control and steadiness that others don’t seem to acquire.

You, with a crush on this man for years, decided to finally let it go. He never returned your calls, never returned the same energy you had given him, and always acted nonchalant. You couldn’t hate him for it, considering you thought that maybe he just wasn’t interested.

Draken wasn’t blind. He could feel the energy shift as soon as it began. He noticed how your gaze no longer lingered on him. He noticed the lack of notifications from you on his phone. You used to light up when he was around—using any excuse to talk to him, even just to be near him. Now? You barely spared him a glance.

It wasn’t until he noticed the familiar mannerisms being played out when you got closer with another guy—the way you would laugh at his jokes, the way you were always near the other man.

It pissed him off in a way he couldn’t explain.

Draken had never considered himself a jealous person. He wasn’t insecure, and he wasn’t the kind of person who needed attention. But seeing your change in behavior shift from him to someone else caused rage to bubble in his stomach.

He couldn’t stop himself when he saw you talking to one of your friends, not even in a romantic sense. He just couldn’t stand how nonchalant you were acting.

“Tch. Didn’t know you were the type to move on so fast.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at the man standing beside you, interrupting the conversation you were having with the male, who scurried off at Draken’s glare.

“What the hell are you talking abo—?” You began before getting cut off by him leaning closer to you, his hand placed on your shoulder.

“Figured you’d at least say somethin’ before acting like I don’t exist. What’s with your attitude lately, huh?” His eyes narrowed as his tone dropped.

Your eyebrows furrowed in response as you crossed your arms. “Really? Now you have something to say when I finally get tired of your nonchalant act,” you responded with a sigh. “I tried to pursue you for years, bro. You never noticed and you never cared—.”

“Bullshit,” he hissed, causing you to jolt back at his harsh tone. It was uncharacteristic of him to lash out. You’d never seen him so pressed. Especially by you.

“You don’t know shit about what I noticed or cared about,” he said as he leaned closer to you.

Your eyes were wide as you stared at the frustrated man. You didn’t know how to react when he was acting so intensely. You were so used to the lack of attention before that receiving this behavior now was throwing you off. You forced yourself to hold your ground, regaining your composure.

“Then why didn’t you do anything about it? You treated me so coldly, like you didn’t care. You expect me to believe you now?”

His jaw clenched, though his expression softened. “Thought you’d be better off. I didn’t want you to get caught up in my shit,” he began. “But it doesn’t matter anyway. I don’t care what you believe. I’ll be damned if I let your ass run off with some other guy.”

The fingers on your shoulder trailed down to your wrist, wrapping around the limb before tightening his grip. His dark eyes stayed on you as he pulled back with a calmer expression.

“Y—you don’t get to decide that. You’re too late—,” you tried to fight back, but he only scoffed as he cut you off.

“The hell I am,” he muttered before releasing you. “You’re not over me. You know who you belong to. I dare you to try and prove me wrong,” he said before leaving you with your own thoughts.

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𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑦𝑎：

Mitsuya is the best friend any woman could have. He was always a thoughtful, patient man who never acted on impulse. He was a man who acted with precision in a calculated manner. He was a very giving person who had used his experience in life to become the perfect nurturer.

You had known him for years as the most reliable best friend you’d ever had. You felt lucky to have met someone so generous and protective. Whether it was his constant check-ins or the way he would drop everything for you—regardless of you telling him not to—he was always there for you.

But lately, something was off about the way he looked at you. Even the way his words came off seemed more condescending. He was still the same guy, but you’d noticed the extra glances—the way his smile grew more fabricated when others came around. When it came to other guys, even his advice seemed more biased and judgmental.

You decided to ignore it. You could never see him in a negative light, and you refused to. That is, until now.

“Hey, I need to talk to you,” he said in that soft but calculated tone that sent a shiver down your spine.

You blinked in confusion. “What’s up?”

“I’m talking to you now. Alone,” he said, his tone dropping as you watched his gaze switch to irritation.

The guy you were talking to sensed the tension and quickly excused himself. Mitsuya’s gaze didn’t waver from yours as his hand rested on your shoulder, leading you a little further away from the festival.

“Takashi, what’s going on?” you asked, concern dripping from your tone.

“You and that guy… You’ve been so friendly with him lately,” he said, his tone light, but there was an undertone.

You sighed and placed your hands on your hips.

“We were just talking,” you began. “I’m not interested in him.”

He chuckled. “Talking? Alright, but you’re just so open with people, y’know? Too trusting. This is what makes you so vulnerable, and I have to come save you from bastards.”

You didn’t return the giggle, staring at him blankly instead.

“I can take care of myself, Mitsuya,” you said, irritation creeping into your voice. You saw his smile slightly crack, though he didn’t allow it to completely falter.

“I know that you’re frustrated, but you know I have to take care of you, Y/n. Otherwise, who else will?” He shrugged.

Your eyebrows furrowed as your arms crossed. “You’re being weird as fuck right now. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. J—just back off a little, alright?”

Your tone softened at the end. After all, you didn’t want to hurt your best friend’s feelings. You still cared about him.

When you tried to walk away, your forearm was snatched tightly until you were pulled into a chest. You looked at Mitsuya with wide eyes as disdain filled his gaze. He was no longer smiling, and a shadow looming over his eyes.

“I don’t give a shit about what you say. I’m the only person you can rely on, and you’ve proven that throughout our friendship. I take care of what’s mine,” his voice carried an undertone of a growl, his tone dropping octaves. “Don’t forget that.”

Then, he released you, giving you another look before walking away, leaving you to process his words while you rubbed the lingering pain on your arm.

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𝐵𝑎𝑗𝑖 ＆ 𝐾𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑎：

The alley smelled of rust and filth, the scent of fresh blood thick in the air. Ragged breaths and gasps escaped from the man whose face was barely recognizable as he choked on his own blood. His head was pressed against the wet pavement as Baji's fists slammed into his face repeatedly.

You could only watch and scream from afar, horror and disgust written all over your expression. You tried to push past Kazutora, shoving at his shoulders, but he remained unmoving. Instead, he grasped your biceps and pulled you forward, the residue of blood from his own brutal beating smearing against your skin.

“Is this what you wanted?” Kazutora questioned, his voice calm, though irritation laced his expression. “This is your fault. None of this would've happened if you had just listened to us.”

Your fists beat against his chest as you struggled to yank yourself from his hold, only for his grip to tighten painfully.

“Is this how you're gonna act every time I date someone new? We're not fucking together anymore! I don't belong to either one of you! Stop acting like you own me!”

“You still don't get it, do you?” Kazutora released a breathless chuckle of amusement as he gazed at you. “It's not up to you. It hasn't been since the day we met.”

Behind him, Baji lifted himself from the unconscious man, his breaths heavy, fists dripping with fresh crimson. Blood splattered his face, streaking across his jacket. Crimson stained his teeth from the one punch the man managed to land, but a grin stretched across his lips as he glared down at the nearly lifeless victim. He rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck before his wild eyes snapped to you.

Kazutora released you just as Baji's hand wrapped around your throat, yanking you forward.

“I don't give a fuck about what you think,” he growled, his grip firm as his lips curled, sharp canines glistening with blood. “You belong to us, and I'll prove it like this every time.”

“No, I don't, Baji!” you exclaimed, grabbing at his wrist. “You both need serious fucking help!”

Despite the fear twisting inside you as you stared at the murderous intent in your exes' eyes, you were angry at their audacity.

Baji allowed you to pry his fingers off before you shoved yourself away from him. You stumbled back, gaze shifting to the barely breathing man.

You moved forward to check on him, but Kazutora blocked your path.

You glared at him before looking toward the limp man.

“I—I’m gonna get you some help!” Your voice trembled as you turned and ran. You would've called the police, but Kazutora still has your phone.

“Should we let her get away?” the golden-eyed male asked his friend.

Baji chuckled. ”Yeah... For now,” he murmured, voice slightly raspy as he wiped his sleeve across his sweaty face, only to smear more crimson.

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𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑦𝑢：

“Chifuyu, please,” you beg, pulling against the ropes digging into the skin of your wrists and ankles as you lie on the bed. “Let me go.”

He sits on the bed beside your torso, gazing at you with his elbows resting on his lap. His expression is calm as he shifts upright.

“You know I can’t do that, Y/n,” he says simply. “I’m doing everything in my power to keep you safe.”

Your eyebrows furrow as pure rage burns through you at his statement, the pain from the restraints and the hours you’ve spent in this position only making it worse.

“Safe from what? You’re the one holding me fucking hostage!”

Chifuyu sighs, rubbing his fingers against his temple before reaching out to brush his thumb against your wet cheek, wiping away the tears.

“Freaking out isn’t gonna help. I don’t expect you to understand.” His tone is like that of someone consoling a child, which only pisses you off further.

“Understand? I understand that you’re fucking crazy! You don’t get to decide what’s best for me!”

His soft expression hardens, his eyes piercing into yours.

“You’re proving my point. For as long as I think I can’t trust you, you’re staying here.”

Your breathing becomes ragged as you fight against the restraints harshly, ignoring the pain they cause. More tears fall freely, heat rushing to your face as anger and resentment boil over.

“You can’t do this to me! This isn’t love, Chifuyu! This is some kind of twisted fucking obsession! What is wrong with you?!” You can’t hold back any longer. You’ve been playing nice for a while, but it’s finally getting to you.

Chifuyu huffs as he stands from his position and turns to you. His hand grabs your jaw as he leans over, your noses almost touching.

“I’m only doing this because I love you,” he says, his tone sharp with frustration and offense. “If you can’t see that, then you can just get the fuck over it.”

Your body tenses under his grip before he sighs and releases you. He walks to the doorway but turns back before leaving.

“I’ll come back when you’re ready to talk like an adult.”

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𝑁𝑎ℎ𝑜𝑦𝑎 ＆ 𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑦𝑎：

Your hands tremble as you hug your knees to your chest. Your breaths are shallow as you gaze with wide eyes at the display of all the bloodied bodies of your male coworkers. Their limbs are disfigured with some of the bodies twitching while others are completely still. The few remaining coworkers and customers are hiding in the corners of the building, too terrified to move or say anything.

Nahoya stands next to you as he stares at the carnage. A wide grin is painted across his face as he eyes the destruction as if it is the most amusing thing in the world. However, there is a dark undertone to his gaze.

He crouched to your level, resting his elbows on his knees as he turned towards you, causing you to flinch in response.

“That really hurt, y’know,” he said, his tone light and casual. “You broke up with us, and that sucked…but we were willing to give you space. Thought you’d come back on your own.”

His head tilted as your breaths grew slightly harsher. “But then we come visit you at your work, and see you laughing it up with some shithead.”

Your lips part to respond, but nothing comes out. You are speechless. You didn’t expect any of this to happen. The conversation between you and the coworker was completely innocent. You were just joking about a shitty customer. Clearly, that doesn’t matter.

Nahoya’s fingers twitched as he waited for your response. When he realized you weren’t going to speak, he continued. “Now, me? I was pissed,” he said, smile stretching wider. “But Souya? He took it worse.”

As if on cue, Souya’s heavy steps filtered the eerily silent room as he wiped the remaining tears from his eyes. Blood is smeared across his cheeks and drips from his fingers as the crimson leaves a trail behind him. He stops when his shoes are in front of you.

“Come on,” he begins, his voice rough. “Let’s go.”

You stared up at him in horror, examining the stains of your coworkers' blood splattered all over him. You wondered if some of them were even still breathing.

“S—Souya…” you stuttered. Your throat is dry and raspy as your hands shake. You flinch as Souya scoops you up before placing you on Nahoya’s back.

“Guess we’re back together now, huh?” Nahoya mused as he locked arms around your legs as you held onto his shoulders. “You’ve had enough space, anyway.”

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𝐾𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑖 ＆ 𝐻𝑎𝑛𝑚𝑎：

The atmosphere of the dimly lit room is suffocating. Sweat beads against your body, your clothes sticking to your skin as your wrists remain strapped above you. Hanma's head pokes through your arms, his lazy smirk resting inches from your head as you hang from his neck. His arms are loosely wrapped around your waist, his legs curling yours underneath his against the chair.

Kisaki crouches in front of you, his eyes fixated on the fresh cuts carved into your thighs by his pocket knife. Slowly, he brushes the padding of his gloved thumb against the crimson substance, smearing it against your skin as he presses against one of the wounds. You flinch, tears streaming down your face.

“Such a mess,” he murmurs. “If you had just listened, none of this would've been necessary.”

Hanma chuckles behind you, tilting his head to watch Kisaki tracing over your cuts. “She's a stubborn one, huh?” he muses. “Almost like she likes to be punished.”

Your breath hitches in response. “N-no, I don't! This is—!”

“Nah, nah, don't lie,” he purrs, his grip tightening around your waist. “Otherwise, why the hell would you keep running?”

Kisaki's eyes flick to yours, cold behind his glasses.

“That's what I don't get,” he says as he lifts the bloody knife, gliding his fingers against the blade. “You have everything you need with us, and yet you still tried to leave.”

His gloved, blood-streaked hand reaches for your jaw as he leans in.

“I'm sick of this shit. If you run again, I'll put a bullet in your leg. You won’t even have the option to run, again—ever.”

Hanma whistles lowly. “Damn, that's brutal,” he chuckles, his fingers trailing up your bloody thigh. “Guess that means you're staying right here with us, huh? Don't wanna get paralyzed, no?”

Your breathing is ragged, the pain in your thighs radiating, your chest tightening. Your head falls forward as Kisaki releases you.

You want to fight back. You want to scream. But you've learned the hard way where that gets you. This isn't the first time they've harmed you for going against their wishes. You're lucky to even be alive at this point.

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𝐾𝑜𝑘𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑖 ＆ 𝐼𝑛𝑢𝑖：

Your back slammed against the floor, pain shooting through your spine as Kokonoi hovered over you. His hands were tight around your wrists, pressing them against your chest.

“Why do you keep doing this?” he asked, his voice eerily calm despite the fury in his eyes. "I give you everything—money, protection, my fucking heart—and you have the audacity to try and leave with this tool?”

A pit formed in your stomach as you shifted your gaze to Inui, who stood to the side, wiping his bloodied knuckles with a cloth. The man you had tried to escape with wasn't moving anymore.

“H-how could you kill him?” Your voice was hoarse and shaky.

Inui's cold gaze stared down at you. “How could you try to abandon us?”

Tears streamed down your face as your gaze turned back to Kokonoi. He lowered his head until his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes closing.

“Don't look at me like that,” he murmured. “Not when you've brought this on yourself.”

“You're insane,” you sniffed. “Both of you.”

“That's rich,” Kokonoi chuckled as he pulled back, eyelids low. “Coming from someone who thought this little escape plan would work. Did it feel good to use someone else to your advantage, Y/n?”

Your breath hitched. “It wasn't like that, and you know that! I was in lo—!”

Kokonoi stuck the needle that Inui handed him into your neck, the tranquilizer's substance sinking deep into your skin. Your eyes began to flutter close as they both stare down at you.

“We’ll talk about this when you wake up.”

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𝐼𝑧𝑎𝑛𝑎 ＆ 𝐾𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑜：

You were stupid.

The fact that you thought you could confide in your escape plan to Kakucho, of all people, was insane.

It isn't that simple, though, is it?

Kakucho has always been your safe space. He was the one person you believed wouldn't hurt you. When things got tough with Izana, he'd be there to catch you—to save you from the punishment. It seemed as though he didn't agree with the way things were with Izana, so you thought he was on your side.

You hadn't realized how much of an enabler Kakucho truly was. You hadn't realized it was all an act—just to get you vulnerable enough to trust him. You thought he genuinely cared, that he genuinely wanted to see you free.

You were wrong.

Now, you're kneeling on the cold ground, your wrists cuffed behind your back. Slashes, gashes, and bruises litter your naked body. Blood stains the floor beneath you as you take ragged breaths.

Your gaze shifts from the floor to the man standing beside Izana's throne-like chair. “I hate you for this. You betraye—.”

Izana's chuckle cuts you off. “Don't blame him. You should've known how all this would play out, stupid girl.” He crosses one leg over the other, his elbows resting against the arms of the chair.

Kakucho's gaze is cold as he stares at your form. “I don't expect you to understand, Y/n. This is where you belong.”

Your eyes widen at the statement, contradicting everything he's told you up until this point. How could he lie like that?

“He did you a favor,” Izana says as he stands from his seat, walking toward you in a slow stride until he's right in front of you. “If you ran, I would've had to kill you.”

He crouches down, his eerie gaze boring into you, elbows resting against his knees. “I won't allow you to live without me.”

He reaches out, his thumb gliding against the sweaty skin of your chin. He smirks as you yank your face away, your gaze falling back to the floor.

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𝑅𝑎𝑛 ＆ 𝑅𝑖𝑛：

How were you supposed to know that the random guy at the bar was flirting with you? It wasn't like you were egging him on or even flirting back. You hadn't even noticed—if that was really happening at all.

Even so, why would the Haitani brothers be this mad? Why would they have you in such a position? You're not even together. You never have been. They're just your roommates. You didn't even know they were in the same bar when it happened.

Ran twirls his baton lazily between his fingers, a smirk playing on his lips. “After everything we've done for you, this is how you repay us?” His voice is lighthearted and teasing, like he's scolding a child.

Behind you, Rin sits with you on his lap, his arms wrapped around your frame in a near bone-crushing grip. You feel his breath against your neck. “Didn't take you for such a slut, Y/n.”

“That's because I'm not! You assholes are just fucking crazy!” you exclaim. “Why do you even care, huh? We're not together.” Your hands struggle to pry Rin's arms off you, but it's useless.

Ran hums, unimpressed. “I don't like your attitude.”

Without warning, he swings the baton, the end cracking against your thigh. A sharp jolt of pain shoots through your leg as you cry out, thrashing in Rin's hold while tears spill down your face. The skin of your thigh immediately tears at impact, crimson seeping through.

Rin's arms tighten further as Ran strikes again, sending you into an agony-filled frenzy. You beg and plead, desperately trying to free yourself, but Rin only holds you tighter.

Ran leans closer, pressing the end of the baton under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Hurts, doesn't it?” His smile widens, something dark lurking behind it.

“W-Well, what do you want me to do? I-l can't help it if some guy flirts with me!” you exclaim, your vision blurring as pain radiates through your leg.

“It's simple, really. Stop talking to him,” Ran says as he straightens up. “Or else you'll take the hits that were meant for him.”

Truth be told, they already killed him.

But you don't need to know that.

As far as you're aware, you chose to take the punishment in his place—out of pity for the innocent man. It doesn't matter, anyway. They'll do whatever it takes to make sure you learn your place.

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𝑆𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑢：

Sanzu isn’t like other men.

There's something inherently wrong with him. The way he smiles, the way he laughs to himself when nothing has been said. Even the way his fingers twitch, like he's yearning for violence.

“I had a dream,” Sanzu murmurs, slowly turning his katana in his hands, the blade glinting under the dim light. “That you died.”

You tense, kneeling on the floor in front of where he sits on the couch. It's tradition—ever since he abducted you. Your hands rest in your lap as you look up at him with a slightly fearful gaze. You know better than to make any sudden movements. To do anything that could make him see you as a threat.

He loves you. In his own sick, twisted way. If he could, he'd bathe himself in your blood, cut your skin open, and crawl inside without killing you.

“I woke up pissed,” he continues, his voice eerily soft.

“Pissed that someone thought they could take you away from me. Pissed that I wasn't there to stop it.” He tilts his head, blue eyes shining beneath the pink of his lashes. ”Pissed that I didn't do it myself.”

A heavy pit settles in your stomach. “That's not funny, Haruchiyo.”

His lips curl in amusement.

Suddenly, he leans forward, pressing the edge of the katana under your chin, tilting your head up. The cold steel against your skin sends goosebumps up your arms as your heartbeat pounds against your chest.

“You make me crazy, y'know?” His voice drops lower, almost a whisper. “I’d burn the whole world down for you. I’d slice the heads off of every fucking man on this earth for you.” He pauses. “But I think I'd rather kill you off before you're taken from me.”

For a moment, neither of you speak. Just staring at each other in heavy silence.

Then, he pulls back, crossing one leg over the other with a light laugh. Setting the katana down beside him, he pats his lap.

“Come ‘ere.”

He exhales through his nose when you hesitate, giving you an unimpressed look. Without warning, he grabs your arm and yanks you forward, forcing you to straddle his lap.

His hands settle on your waist, his gaze unreadable. “Tell me you love me.” His thumb grazes your cheek. “I better believe it.”

“I love you, Haruchiyo.”

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𝑆ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑜 ＆ 𝑊𝑎𝑘𝑎𝑠𝑎：

Burning tobacco fumes fill the air of the dark room as Shinichiro sits on the couch, his gaze calm as he watches you enter the apartment. Despite the stoic gaze, you could see his jaw clenching from afar, exhaling smoke through his nose.

His friend, Wakasa, sits on the chair across from the couch as he chews on the dango stick. He’s relaxed in his seat as his elbows rest against the arms of the chair.

“Sit.”

Shinichiro’s voice is low and authoritative. The cigarette hangs in the air between his fingers as his elbow rests on the arm of the couch. His eyes narrow as he takes another long drag from the stick.

You hesitantly step forward, walking to the couch as you take a seat beside him. Your knees are pressed together as your heart thumps against your chest wildly. You haven’t seen Shinichiro this mad in a while. Despite him being a lighthearted guy, his anger is heavy.

“You think I don’t see it? You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” His voice rises slightly as the air becomes suffocating.

“Know what, Shini? I don’t know what you mean,” you respond with confusion. You don’t understand what the issue is.

“Waka told me about you cheating on me,” Shinichiro said as he took another drag of the cigarette. “He caught you all up on some guy the other night. Is that why you’ve been so distant? Am I not enough for you?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as your gaze shot to Wakasa, the friend who always tries to make you look bad. You had never expected him to just come out and lie like this. His heavy-lidded gaze doesn’t bother to meet yours as his fingers wrap around the stick hanging from his lips.

“What the fuck?! Shinichiro, I’ve never, ever cheated on you in my life!” You exclaim. “How could you believe that I would ever do that to you?”

“Told you, Shinichiro. Should’ve kept her on a tighter leash,” he says casually as a smirk grows on his expression.

“You dirty bastard!” You gasp as you move to stand from your seat, only for Shinichiro to snatch your wrist and pull you closer to him.

“Waka’s right, Y/n. I’ve been too lenient with you. You need to learn who you belong to, and I’m gonna make sure you know it,” he growled, disdain filling his gaze.

“S—Shini, you’ve gotta believe me! He’s lying! He’s always had it out for me,” you whine, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. “You can’t be serious right now.”

Hands grasp your face as thumbs brush against the tears streaming down your cheeks. Shinichiro’s gaze softened as the cigarette hung from his lips.

The plan was so smooth.

It was ridiculously easy.

They just needed a reason to hold a tighter grip on you without you asking any questions. If you think that Shinichiro thinks you cheated, then you’ll have no problem proving your loyalty to him by not doing the things you normally do without him.

Without them.

Now that Wakasa will be more involved in the relationship by watching over you as a way to make sure you’re not doing anything you’re not supposed to, they’ve both gotten exactly what they want. And you fell right into the trap.

“It’s alright, Y/n. I forgive you, but you’ll have to prove to me and Wakasa that you’ll be a good girlfriend. You’ll have to build our trust again.”

Despite knowing that you had done nothing wrong, you still couldn’t shake the slight guilt of your boyfriend even looking at you differently, so you accepted his conditions.

“Be a little nicer to Waka, won’t you? He just cares,” Shinichiro says as he gives you a gentle smile.

You sniff as you nod in submission, knowing that you really didn’t have a choice since his friend is always going to be there.

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𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑜𝑚𝑖：

“Takeomi—what the hell? Let go!”

Your wrist throbbed in pain under his tight grip as he dragged you through the crowd, stopping when you finally reached the outer side of the building.

That guy—the one who was all over you tonight at the club. He was running his mouth, acting like he knew you. Takeomi had been watching the entire time as you let that guy wrap an arm around your shoulders, his cigar burning between his fingers as his jaw clenched.

You made him lose it.

“You think this is some kinda fuckin' joke?” His voice is low as his grip tightens more. You yelp as you try to pry his fingers off of you. “You don't get it, do you?”

“Let me fucking go! It hurts!” you exclaim as you finally yank yourself away from his grip, gently holding your own wrist as you eye him with disdain.

“What's your fucking problem, Akashi?! You're insane!”

Takeomi releases a humorless chuckle as he shakes his head. “You're insane for thinking you can just let some asshole touch what's mine.”

Your eyes widened at his words. “We're not even together! I'm not you-!”

“You are,” he growled as he stepped forward, all in your space as your chest almost pressed against him. “I don't give a fuck what you think this is. Fuck buddies, friends, whatever. As soon as my cock made it into your mouth, you became mine.”

“Akashi…” you trailed off, speechless at his words.

It's so confusing because he's the one that said he didn't want to label anything. You don't understand why he's acting like you're both dating.

He exhaled as he took a step back, his expression slightly softening though irritation still lingers. “I’m not askin' you to understand. I'm telling you how this is gonna go.”

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i-am-married-to-keith-kogane · 7 months ago

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Keith dating hcs please!! and im so glad that their is people still doing voltron! i love that show so so much and I feel like the fandom is dying so quickly😭

hiii!!

ofc i can do keith dating headcanons lovely! im so glad you like voltron too, its taken over my life once again and its sad coming back to the fandom with just a little of us left but i want to continue posting/writing about voltron to keep it alive on tumblr with some other talented creators!!

✦KEITH KOGANE DATING HCS✦

✦before confessing his feelings to you, he had to ask lance for some help

✦it took a lot of contemplating and hyping up but he finally got there!

✦keith would struggle a little at the beginning of the relationship since he's worried you'll leave him for someone better. he would spend nights just staring at his ceiling and thinking how much better off you would be with someone else.

✦though overtime those thoughts would fade away but not completely.

✦he would try to flirt with you, but he'd become very flustered and awkward but you thought it was very adorable by the effort he'd put into it!

✦he is very against PDA (aka public display of affection)!!

✦if you break it, expect a very grumpy, pouty and flustered keith.

✦keith is VERY clingy in your relationship, he’ll just want to constantly be near you especially in social situations.

✦keith gets jealous, he just does. he's scared people are gonna steal you from him.

✦once while on a mission with him, this alien took it upon themself to start flirting with you (because who wouldn't😍), keith caught up on this and let me tell you, he was mad.

✦he completely broke the 'no PDA' rule. he wrapped you around in his arm and said "excuse me, but she's taken" with a deadpanned face. man was not having it.

✦i feel like his galra side would make him very territorial, which includes things that belong to him and his personal space.

✦your his and he's yours.

✦surprisingly the only thing that he let pass from his 'no PDA' rule is hand holding, ONLY if he knows that no one else notices (especially Lance or Pidge, they just love to tease him).

✦but they know, they're just snickering quietly to themselves, but shiro keeps them quiet for keith's sake(space dad!!)

✦okay if you guys sleep together, keith demands morning kisses. its the first thing he needs wants. when he wakes up don't be surprised to be showered in kisses!

✦this man does NOT care about morning breath, he just loves you so much!!

✦though, if you sleep in your own beds let say, he'll just brush his teeth (as will you🫵)

✦i feel like keith's hugs will be super comforting and long, especially if he's feeling a little sleepy (and he may just hug you around the other paladins if he is really tired)

✦(yk sometime you just got to break the rule, he just can't resist hugging you. it just makes him feel so warm and comforted.)

✦we all know that keith loves you to bits but he does get embarrassed about what the others will think when they see him so lovey dovey and intimate.

✦he needs to keep the tough guy act okay, its a full-time job (its really not)

✦but just keep reminding him to be himself ☻!!

OKAY WE'VE MADE IT TO CUDDLING!!!!

✦(im sorry i just love cuddles💗 ahhhh)

✦this man would sell his soul for a cuddle from you. IN PRIVATE sadly.

✦he loves little snuggles before drifting off to sleep after an exhausting day.

✦he loves when you pepper kisses all over his face, neck, collarbone and shoulders

✦he also loves when you play or run your fingers through his hair, he finds it so soothing.

✦also don't deny any of his affection! IT WILL SEND THIS DUDE INTO SEVERE POUTY-NESS.

✦he just loves you so so so much!! so it will break his heart (not literally).

✦your the definition of the sun to his moon.♥︎

(i dont think i used that correctly ☹︎ but trust the thought process)

✦you always have to remind him that if he dies, you die too. in hope to make him less reckless on missions (he's still reckless).

✦also before he leaves for a mission he always gives you a sweet little kiss at the forehead/temple and definitely expect a kiss when he gets back!!

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

✦in the end he loves you dearly and would do anything for you ☻♥︎

★。＼｜／。★

-love,

. marra✧˖*°࿐

★。／｜＼。★

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prettygirl-gabi · 1 month ago

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Chapter 25: Birthday Surprise

Rating: Mature Audiences

Warning: fluff, spicy, wlw smut, birthday sex, Paige being a munch, !top paige, !bottom reader, oral (fem reseving), fingering (fem reseving),

Paring: Paige Bueckers x !photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: good... great.... Amazing

Welcome to the chapter 25 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

Reader's POV

Birthdays were always a big deal in my family, which made being so far from home this year feel especially hard. For the past two years at UConn, I’d made the trip back to Georgia to celebrate with my mom, dad, and granny. But with classes, work, and filming for the team, there was no way I could manage the trip this time.

Paige had been trying to cheer me up all week, but even her usual antics—like balancing a basketball on her head or dramatically serenading me with off-key versions of random love songs—weren’t doing the trick.

"Don't pout, kid," Paige said, sliding her arms around my waist as I stood at the kitchen counter in her dorm. "We'll make it special here. I promise."

I smiled weakly and nodded. Paige always tried her best to make me happy, and I loved her for it. Still, I couldn’t help missing home.

Paige's POV

I hated seeing Y/N sad, especially on her birthday. That’s why, as soon as she mentioned not being able to go home, I started plotting with the team. With Coach Geno's blessing, we’d arranged for her parents and granny to fly up to Connecticut. But the real trick was keeping it all a secret.

The morning of her birthday, I got up early to decorate my dorm. She practically lived here now, but Y/N was here even more than I was, and I wanted her to feel like this was her space, too.

I hung up strings of fairy lights, scattered balloons and flowers everywhere, and set out a cake on the desk. The highlight was a photo collage I’d made of our favorite moments together—from her first game filming for the team to random late-night study sessions.

When she walked in, still rubbing sleep from her eyes, her jaw dropped.

“Paige…” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“Happy birthday, baby,” I said, pulling her into a hug.

She clung to me for a moment before pulling back to take it all in.

“This is…wow,” she said, wiping at her eyes. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to. You deserve it,” I said, kissing her forehead.

Reader's POV

I thought Paige's dorm setup was the extent of my birthday surprises, but I was wrong.

The game against Oregon state started like any other home game. I was courtside, filming warm-ups and getting close-ups of the team’s determined faces. Paige caught my eye from across the court, flashing me a wink before sinking a perfect three-pointer.

As halftime approached, I packed up my camera to grab some water. But before I could step away, Kk ran up to me, grinning.

“Don’t go anywhere,” she said, practically bouncing on her heels.

“Why?” I asked, narrowing my eyes suspiciously.

“Just trust me.”

A few minutes later, the arena lights dimmed, and the announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please join us in wishing a very special happy birthday to one of our own—Y/N!”

Spotlights swung toward me, and the crowd erupted in cheers. I froze, my face burning, as the team gathered around me, pulling me toward center court.

“Wait, what is this?” I asked, looking at Paige, who was trying (and failing) to hide her smirk.

She nodded toward the tunnel entrance, where I saw three familiar figures emerging. My heart stopped.

“Mom? Dad? Granny?” I whispered, tears springing to my eyes.

They were here. They were actually here.

I ran toward them, throwing myself into my mom’s arms. She laughed, holding me tightly.

“Happy birthday, baby girl,” she said, her voice warm and familiar.

“How did you…?” I looked over my shoulder at Paige, who shrugged innocently.

“Had a little help,” she said, grinning.

Paige's POV

Watching Y/N light up as her family surprised her was worth all the sneaking around and late-night planning. The crowd cheered as they hugged her, and I felt a swell of pride knowing we’d pulled it off.

After halftime, Y/N’s family joined us in the stands, and she stayed close to them for the rest of the game, though her eyes kept finding mine across the court.

When the buzzer sounded, signaling our win, the team swarmed Y/N again, chanting “Happy Birthday” as loudly and obnoxiously as possible.

Reader's POV

Back at Paige’s dorm that evening, we sat around eating cake with my family, laughing and reminiscing. Granny was telling Paige an embarrassing story from my childhood, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

Later, after my parents and granny went back to their hotel, Paige and I curled up on her bed, the glow of the fairy lights casting soft shadows on the walls.

“Did you have a good birthday?” she asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

“The best,” I said, leaning into her touch.

“Good,” she said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You deserve it. No let me make it great.”

Sitting up I lift my hoodie off her to reveal she only had my hoodie no shirt under, a smirk grow on my face as my hand slides into her shorts, I rub my hand over her soaked panty clothed pussy. “Your body's doin this all f'me, mamas.” I smirk at the friction of her thighs squeezing my hand.“Nghh,” she whimper. “Look at you, I haven’t even stuffed you full of my fingers yet and you’re just falling apart, f'me.” I whisper into her ear before leaving more hickeys on her collarbone.

Now hovering over her I gently reach for the band of her shorts and panties pulling then down, in a swift motion. I git lower for her pussy letting a string of spit fall onto her pussy as I start rubbing her clit painfully slow. She opens her mouth to respond but all that comes out of it are soft moans and whimpers, shaking her head. “Use your words mamas, what do you want, hmm.” I tease, fingers dancing around her clenching hole.

The room fills with her cries and moans. “Shh, shh you hear her talking back to me princess?” I say using my thumb to rub slow circles on her clit.“P-please Paige need your fing-” she moan as I bury my fingers into her sopping pussy, makong her breath hitch.

My fingers curl upwards and her eyes roll back, “Found it.”

I say as I speed up, rubbing circles into her pulsing clit, my fingers feeling her tethering closer and closer to the edge.

Her head lolls back into the pillow “M'Pagie, fuck, P.” My fingers continue rubbing the spongey spot “Look at me, birthday girl” I slow my pace a little, “Ma,look at me.” I order, she looked at me, her eyes glossed over indicating that she was close.

She squirm and whine at the feeling of my fingers inside her dripping pussy speed up. Her mouth opens into an o shape at the filthy squelches that were filling up the room.“Paige, P.” she whimper helplessly. “I know baby, I can feel you squeezing my fingers, make a mess on my fingers mamas,” I says leaning into her biting, sucking at her neck, my cold silver chain dangling and grazing her hot sticky skin. Speeding my pace as I look at her holding eye contact, but before she warn me, she's cumming all over my fingers the white of her eyes the only thing visible.

She grip my arm for support as her legs become shaky. “I- mmm” her orgasm soon passes and I crawl off the bed to my knees, spreading her legs wider.

Gently I blow on her sensitive puffy clit, just before I'm slurping up her release moaning and groaning, holding her hips as she wiggling around from how sensitive she was now. “Mmm, baby you gotta be still m’tryna eat.” she gasp, gripping my hair as I'm practically french kissing her pussy.“So sensitive, f'me ma.” she whimper as she tugged harder on my hair. “I know baby but you can give me one more right?” I says pulling away looking up at her.

My mouth glistening with her wetness as its dripping down my chin, I give her lower lips a kiss “Can’t you, ma?” I says before biting and sucking at her inner thighs.

Her hands are pulling me closer and I took that as his sign to continue.

Devouring her, my grip around her thighs tighten as I submerge his face into her pussy deepee, my nose ever so slightly grazing against her swollen clit.“Oh my god,” her moans grow louder as her orgasm gets closer, my hand reaches and presses down on her lower stomach.

She let's out a strangled cry out as a clear liquid shoots out of her pussy, her body convulsing as I look at her in shock. “Fuck, mamas."

Reader's pov

I was still catching my breath, my chest rising and falling as I stared at the ceiling of Paige’s bedroom. The room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the string lights casting soft shadows on the walls. Beside me, Paige was propped up on her elbow, her fingers tracing random patterns along my arm.

“You okay, baby?” she asked, her voice soft and teasing.

I nodded quickly, my cheeks heating up. “Yeah… I’m fine.”

“Fine?” she repeated, her tone dripping with amusement. “You sure? Because you’re acting all shy again.”

I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. “Stop it, Paige.”

She laughed, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “What? It’s cute. You’re cute.”

“I’m not cute,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the pillow.

“Hmm,” Paige hummed, pretending to think. “I don’t know. You were looking pretty cute about ten minutes ago.”

“Paige!” I whined, turning to glare at her, though the blush on my cheeks betrayed any attempt at seriousness.

“What?” she said innocently, her smile growing. “It’s your birthday, princess. I’m just giving you all the compliments you deserve.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, but I couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto my lips.

“And you’re perfect,” she shot back, leaning in to press a kiss to my cheek.

I tried to roll away from her, but Paige was quicker, her arms wrapping around my waist to pull me back toward her.

“Nope, you’re not getting away that easily,” she said, her voice playful.

“Paige, let me go!” I protested, though my laughter betrayed me.

“Not a chance, ma,” she said, her lips brushing against my ear. “You’re stuck with me.”

A little while later, Paige got up from the bed, pulling on her hoodie as she walked toward the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbow to watch her.

She glanced back at me with a smirk. “Running you a bath. You deserve it, birthday girl.”

My heart swelled at the gesture, and I sat up, wrapping the blanket around myself. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to,” she said simply, disappearing into the bathroom.

I heard the sound of water running and the faint clinking of bottles as she prepared the bath. A few minutes later, she reappeared, leaning against the doorframe with a satisfied look.

“Your bath is ready, princess,” she said, holding out her hand.

I took it, letting her guide me into the bathroom. The tub was filled with warm water, bubbles spilling over the edges. A few candles were lit on the counter, their soft glow making the room feel cozy and intimate.

“Paige, this is amazing,” I said, turning to look at her.

She shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. “Only the best for my girl.”

I leaned up to kiss her, my lips lingering on hers. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” she murmured against my lips.

I stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm water with a content sigh. Paige knelt beside the tub, her chin resting on the edge as she watched me.

“You’re not joining me?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

She chuckled. “You want me to?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation, giving her a pointed look.

Paige stood up, pulling off her hoodie and stepping out of her shorts. “Alright, scoot up, baby.”

I moved forward to make room for her, and she climbed in behind me, her arms wrapping around my waist as I leaned back against her.

“This is nice,” I said softly, closing my eyes as the warmth of the water and Paige’s presence enveloped me.

“Yeah, it is,” she agreed, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Happy birthday, ma.”

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, the bubbles slowly disappearing and the water cooling. Paige’s hands moved lazily over my arms, her touch soothing and gentle.

“Do you ever think about the future?” I asked suddenly, my voice barely above a whisper.

“All the time,” Paige said without hesitation. “Especially with you.”

I turned my head slightly to look at her. “What do you mean?”

She smiled, her blue eyes meeting mine. “I mean I think about us. Where we’ll be in a few years, what kind of life we’ll have together. I want it all with you, baby.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my cheeks heat up again. “You’re too good to me, Paige.”

“You deserve it, plus you're good to me too” she said simply, leaning in to kiss my temple.

The room fell into a comfortable silence again, the only sounds being the faint dripping of water and our steady breathing.

Eventually, the water grew too cold, and Paige nudged me gently. “Come on, princess. Let’s get out before you turn into an ice cube.”

I nodded, letting her help me out of the tub. She wrapped a towel around me, drying me off with care before doing the same for herself.

Back in the bedroom, Paige handed me one of her oversized shirts to wear, and I climbed into bed, feeling warm and content.

She joined me a moment later, pulling me close and tucking the blanket around us.

“Best birthday ever,” I murmured, my head resting on her chest.

Paige chuckled, her fingers running through my hair. “Glad I could make it special, baby. You deserve the world.”

And as I drifted off to sleep in her arms, I couldn’t help but think that maybe I already had it.

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